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A new jutsu?” repeated Naruto, slurping up some of the ramen Konohamaru had offered to him. His young protégé had invited him over to his house for lunch and the blond, not one to turn down free ramen, graciously accepted. As the two of them sat together at a table and ate their cup noodles, Konohamaru began telling the older genin about a brand-new technique he’d been practicing in secret.

“You wanna say that again, Octopus Head?!”




“I said you ordered too much, Turf Top! How do you expect to be of use to the Tenth if you’re bloated with food?!”




It was the middle of a perfectly normal afternoon in the town of Namimori. Or, to be more precise, in a small Chinese restaurant located in downtown Namimori. Seated in this co

It was an hour after midnight—most decent folk were slumbering the night away in their beds. D. Spike Rd, a dead-end street nestled somewhere in the city of Middale, was almost eerily silent bar the occasional rustle of wind. The houses that lined the street varied in size and appearance, but they all shared one common trait: they were dark and still in this late hour. One particular home—branded with the number twenty—broke the pattern with a single illuminated window on its s

It had been one year since Father’s defeat. One year since Edward recovered his right arm and Alphonse his entire body. Other than Ed’s now inability to preform alchemy, life was good and returning to normal. The Elric brothers returned to Resembool, they rebuilt their old home, and then…




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So…how’s Al holding up?” asked Winry as she sat across from

The door Rex and Myles disappeared through had been rightfully named, for what awaited them beyond its wooden frame were boxes and crates—a lot of boxes and crates. Square and rectangular containers of varying lengths and widths lined the walls of the room and Myles was immediately drawn to one several feet long. Someone had forgotten to seal this particular box shut and the orange-haired teen was all too happy to sneak a peek at its contents.

Have you ever woken up, but found your bedding too comfortable to separate from? Pachi found himself stricken with such a dilemma; the soft, thick material beneath him was simply too cozy and warm! The brunet gathered the fluffy fabric into his arms and murmured contently. It was only when the young man buried his face into the dry textile and took a deep whiff that he realized this wasn’t his bed: his mattress did not stink of old gym socks!

Valentine's Day: a day in which love and affection was demonstrated through the exchange of gifts. Not normally a day one would associate with the demons of Hell, and in all honesty most fiends found the holiday nauseating by nature. There were some hellspawn, however, that couldn’t care less for tradition and did whatever they felt like. One of these creatures was the carefree Max Kobold; a red-haired imp with tan skin and a tuft-tipped tail. Max was positively infatuated with all things

On that day, the Leaf received a grim reminder: We lived in fear of the Honorable Grandson.




“Move it! Get out of here!” Shikamaru cried as he guided another crowd of panicking civilians toward the designated evacuation route. The young chūnin’s calm and composed countenance was blemished by numerous beads of sweat—telltale signs that he was truthfully nervous and very, very afraid. All that built up