Naruto Fic Bit

This is floating in my head, and I need to get it out before it does some damage to my brain.

Setting: A small town, somewhere in the outskirts of the areas around Kohana. A bar, located on the main street of the town, catering primarily to travelers. The floors are clean, the tables waxed, the sake is only moderately watered down. And the girl at the bar, the owners daughter, is reasonably cute.

Naruto and Jiraiya-sensai are sitting at a table in the back. Naruto is attempting to get Jiraiya drunk(er than usual) in order to ply information out of him about Sasuke's wareabouts.

"Come on, old man, you gotta know something."

"Nothing. And even if I did, Naruto, I wouldn't tell you. A Ninja must - hic" Jiraiya looks puzzled by his own hicup. "A ninja must be immune to information gathering ploys of all types. Especially sake bought by a student."

"Grrr." Naruto looks around, frustrated. "If you dont tell me, I'll use IT on you agian, old man!" This last said in a growling wisper.

"Your Sexy-no-jitsu, creative as it may be..." another pause, another sip of sake, " Is only persuasive so far, Naruto. It is, after all, only a transformation technique."

"So! It worked on you before! Why I aught to..."

"But it only changes your appearance, Naruto, not other aspects of your... person. And I have no liking for the odd bits it cant change."

Naruto sits for a moment, his brain churning over the words.

"WHAT?" He stands up and points, backing away from Jiraiya "What kind of perverted old man are you, that doesnt like young boys?!"


I have a horrible mind.

Old wisdom is the most true

So true. Makes me glad I slept most of today.

Shifting - Rojhana

I stand, my tail flicking nervously at the backs of my legs. The world before me. Waiting for me. I should not leave home, but I must. My blood calls. I can feel the spirit moving within me, guiding me forward. I am so scared. Terror pulses through me, and I can smell my own fear. But I know, deep within my heart, this is what I must do.
The change comes to me with only the slightest effort. Thick fingers become paws, hooves become claws, and a muzzle full of dull, herbivore teeth become wicked fangs. It extends from me, overlaps me, grows from me from every poor and hair. This is what I am, wild and free.
Druid of the claw, master of the bear spirit. The road flies beneath the thick pads of my paws. Shaggy coat, snarling grin, horns which no spirit form can hide - with a roar of passion, I set out. The world is mine.

Still Alive

Life continues, broadcasting live from inside my skull. Nothing changes. I'm still jobless. Lost in a sea of laundry. Went to highland games last weekend. Enjoyed self. Saw people who I hadnt seen in a long while. Erik came with, which was very nice and unexpected.
Trying to eat less, eat better. Succeeding at the former, failing miserably at the later. Popcorn and Snackwells cookies do not a ballanced diet make.
Playing lots of WoW. Fallen in love with the game. Found a great group of people at WoWRadio who do web broadcasts about the game. Its fun. My shaman hit 23 today. Shes a happy cow. Hunter is almost 20, and my druid hit 14 today. The characters of each are developing slowly. Strixus, my shaman, is slightly crazy, talks to rocks, plants, and likes undead. Shes very bold, and random, and very unpredictable. Imagine if a cow, a gnome, and a goblin had a child. Thats her. Dolafe on the other hand is a lone hunter, content with her big cat pet as her only companion. She comes into town when she needs to, and all other times lives wild. She is an absolute loner. Rojhana on the other hand is timid, quiet, and prone to being overly shy. Yet when she shapeshifts into bear form, she is a feirce fighter. It almost embarases her how loud and smelly her bear and other animal forms are. They seem to be a good family.
Come visit us on Feathermoon.

And yes, I really am having troubles sleeping lately. Awake too much, asleep too much. Unplug your skull before you say good night...