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Naruto Seven Minutes In Heaven Rock Lee
"Let's see here, who's next?" Jiraiya scanned through the room and stopped at you. "Hey, it's your turn to play.” He smiled wide at you and waves you over to him. “I really hope you get someone good.” He laughed perversely.
Now in the center of the room, you prepared to draw your item. Before you even have a chance, you saw Lee running towards you. He barely stopped before the two of you collided. “Be careful Lee, you almost hit me.”
“I am sorry, but I got here late, and did not have time to give Jiraiya my item. If I put it in there now everyone will see it. So, you will just have to pick me now.” He smiled wide and gave you a thumbs up. “It is the only way.”
“I'm not so sure it's the only way, but it does make sense.” Jiraiya stroked his chin and shrugged. “So I suppose if there are no objections, you and Lee will go to the closet next.
Lee looked at you with pleading eyes. “Okay, sounds good to me.&
Naruto Seven Minutes In Heaven Kimimaro
“Hey, hey, hey. Guess what time it is? That's right, it's time for your turn my dear.” Jiraiya grabbed your arm and pulled you to the center of the room. “Go ahead and pick an item. Good luck. You're going to need it.”
“Right, I'm sure.” You placed your hand inside the bucket. You had only been feeling around a few seconds when something sharp jabbed you in the palm of your hand. “Ouch, what the heck is this?” Lifting your hand from the bucket you notice a small shard of what looked like bone, sticking out of your palm. “Is this bone?”
“Yes. My clothing doesn't exactly have pockets, and I wasn't expecting to do this. Therefore I brought nothing to give.” Kimimaro took the bone from your hand and tossed it in the trash.
“Okay, that's weird. But whatever works for you.” Jiraiya scratched the back of his head awkwardly. “Let's just go ahead and get you two in the clo
Naruto Seven Minutes In Heaven Kabuto
You walk up to the center of the room where Jiraiya and the large bucket are waiting for you. You place your hand inside and begin feeling around. Something cylindrical and very smooth gets your attention. After lifting it out of the basket you take a closer look. It was a type of test tube, containing a strange bluish liquid that you couldn't identify. “Who's alien matter is this?”
“That's not alien matter.” Kabuto began walking over to you with a crooked grin in his face. “That's Lord Orochimaru's DNA. I keep it with me where ever I go.” He took the vile from your hand and placed it inside one of the many pockets of his pants.
“That's pretty weird Kabuto. You might need a new hobby. Keeping your master's DNA on your person is a whole new level of obsessive behavior.” Jiraiya awkwardly scratched the back of his head as he led you both in the direction of the closet.
“Don't disrespect Lord Orochimaru, I won't stand for it.
Amaimon x Reader DOUBTYou two were equally protective of each other. He, a Possessive jealous man, and you, slightly emotional wreck.You just loved him too much.. Sure you had your jealous moments when he was attacked by mobs of girls but hey, you never let them show. One day, You had let them show. And man, did it surprise him.
It was a hotter evening. Amaimon had been fanning himself with a pile of papers that his elder brother had left.
You were currently going to confront him about rummers you had heard. Some were about him and the blonde chick ,that Rin was friends with, and them having some sort of 'fun'. And well, It did push you over the edge.
When you busted through the doors , he seemed to jump a bit, and then rested his legs, crossed, on the desk.
"Yo [name].." He mumbled
"You.." you snarled. Pointing an accusing finger at him.
"...Me..?" He glanced sideways at you, rolling his lolipop around his mouth.
"Have... H-have you been c-cheating....?" You said, honestly afraid of the answer, had he real
Naruto Seven Minutes In Heaven Iruka
It's finally your turn to choose an item. You walk up to the center of the room and place your hand inside the large bucket. There were more items than you cared to identify, you suspected some people might have put in more than one. Finally you settled on what felt like a notebook. After lifting it from the basket, you saw that you were right. It had Iruka's name on it, so that made things easy. “Hey Iruka, I got your item.”
“Hey, so you did.” Iruka smiled, and headed over to you. “I was wondering where I put my grade book.” He laughed and took the notebook from you, sticking it in his back pocket. “I got to remember to finish grading that stuff later.”
Jiraiya hugged you both from behind. “Yes, you do. Even though I'm sure your students wouldn't mind if you forgot and just gave them all hundreds. But for now, you have to get in the closet.” He laughed. “So get to it” You and Iruk
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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