Thursday, February 24, 2011

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Dead space / 2 Dead Space Resident Evil travels in space

say a few words on a couple of games recently that have made me crazy (in a good way of course): these Dead Space and its incredible following Dead Space 2 (played in difficult, a nightmare) . Interactive entertainment products such as these struck me: especially the latter, which has the merit of expanding the nth degree all the characteristics of the first, adding variations of gameplay BY OSCAR. I could spend hours listing to the goodies that characterize these games, since system upgrade weapons and suit, cutting a director who, as the original display system of energy and ammunition (directly on the suit and above weapons of the protagonist, lifebar nothing on the screen or other), the great advantage that this "series" (I hope that we can call it that, and is working on a "Dead space 3") is to pick up the baton of the "survival horror" was born from the now-classic Resident Evil, and galvanize the latter making it shine with new light and originality. And he does great. Let's face it, Resident Evil was a wonderful and fantastic series, but after playing to 5, I realized that by now has been altered and "ruined" losing all the appeal that had initially, becoming an action shooter that can safely be considered "not Residentevil-lish." I hope with all my heart that the above-mentioned series back on track, but it is not wrong to explore new ways, especially if they are paved with gold and covered by common Isaac Clarke, as in the case of Dead Space. If in fact the idea of mixing horror and space environments is not really all that new and original (see, for example the series of "Doom" or somehow "Quake"), the way in that this marriage was in Dead Space is a different story : If the final stages of the games they turn mostly sull'action shooter, the way in which the player is introduced to the world of the USG Ishimura (Dead Space ) and Sprawl (Dead Space 2) is one of the most terrifying survival horror. Multi-stage it is difficult to proceed along a corridor for fear of who knows what abomination hidden in the shadows, or you jump on the chair because of a monster that comes to us on a grate on the ceiling. In some places it even startled by the shadows of the fans that move projected onto the walls, and monstrosity from the minds of programmers can easily compete with the various Lickers and Leeches (see the various Resident Evil).

With an HDMI cable you can enjoy incredibly crisp and clear graphics, what surprises the game is also an excellent technical level: a drop in frame rate never, never out of a texture place or poorly rendered, even the shadow of aliasing. Sound effects Oscar.
If I chose to talk about these games like they were one is because they are deeply interconnected, and though different from each other in content and form, are identical in the foundations. Highly recommended to anyone looking for two great games, two so-called "killer applications".

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When it takes a post, it takes a post! Ten Days

No, I'm not dead.
Yes, I know that disappeared into nothing, inter alia, in the midst of a meme. Yes, I know, I'm a total failure with LJ. What can I say? Rink before there were Europeans, then I started to look Glee and I lost my head, and it was so much that I did not have a new fandom so well supplied that are embedded in and fanfiction I have yet to emerge. Ny says that I'm going to OOC, and is probably also true. But I'm very happy in my little adolescent regression, for what it is worth
;-) That said, this thing made me move like a poor fool (again: adolescent regression, anyone?) and then here, this is because:

Thanks. Really, thank you. Whoever you are, if you now I would jump in front of you to hug your neck. And believe me, making him go OOC seriously.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

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True grit: the grit of the Cohen-luminous

One of the triptych is gone: the three films that I can not lose this time, I saw just a few evenings ago: "True Grit" of Cohen was AMAZING.
Now I do not know where the abandoned outlet, Hailee Stainsfeld that, but it's really impressive how good it is, my dear Jeff ... Jeff ... now where do you stick your middle: after seeing " ; The king's speech "I was almost sure that the oscar this year if he would take the legendary Colin Firth, but after seeing the Rooster Cogburn which has led Mr. Jeffrey Lebowski I'm not so sure. Surely the academy award acting more "academic" by Colin Firth, and gruff but lovable sheriff of Jeff Bridges is something spectacular, it is a character to which diseases you for strength.
And one of the strengths of the film are its characters: all outlined, well defined: people attach themselves to everyone in different ways. I walked back to Chaney Josh Brolin (we've come a long way from when you were Brandon Walsh in Goonies), Matt Damon incredibly highly suitable in the role of sheriff bully and arrogant (but in the end, you will find of great heart and great courage) The Beuf. The triad
protagonist is nothing short of explosive, as well as supporting actors, the icing on the cake is the fantastic director of the Cohen: amazing shots, some of which are majestic and original, but above all incredible elegance. The whole film is pervaded by the black humor that characterizes almost all of their films, but the thing that struck me most of the film was the contrast between a world of hard, dangerous and difficult and the wonderful sweetness stems the characters and certain scenes (the night under the starry sky, when Cogburn after killing the poor exhausted horse dying from fatigue, racing at breakneck speed with Mattie in her arms to rescue is so movingly to hold the stomach, a beautiful and memorable). Unlike "No Country for Old Men" (can not remember, unfortunately, the original title), here again the irony .. back the fun, sometimes grotesque, that make you smile: the bickering between Rooster and The Beuf are hilarious. In the movie there is room for everything: adventure, drama, humor, action and epic (Do not tell me that one of the last scenes, when Rooster gallop alone against four armed men holding the reins between his teeth and two pistols in his hand is addictive).
Highly recommended for those who want to see a great movie, even without having specific tastes.
It 's a shame that does not know the films of Sergio Leone, because I could appreciate another of the many strengths of this film, that is to pay homage to the westerns that were.

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Watching behind

Wire hate you .. oh that sucks, is there one that works and the head should be threaded in the uncomfortable thoughts, the ones that will keep you thinking for hours and hours .. those "important". .. and so my beloved (beloved really not a joke) cousin puts me the big question, and with his head far more frivolous things wipe one of the thousands of glasses of beer that the Germans have been drinking tonight: "what are your biggest regret in life? "MOVAAACAGHEE!
And so the boys are gone leaving me in his thoughts: and now I find myself thinking about those things that I could do better in the past, the choices that I made and I should not take, what I am now and what I could be if I had taken different paths.
and found that the regrets are many: I find maybe I should apply more in the past in many things, because time passes and much of it is already past, and for many things it is already too late, I discover that I have done many wrong things. Despite everything, however I have the confirmation that basically I am an optimist. I can not tear it down, there's no way it will be the time, I do not know .. is that lately I feel good and accomplished. I can not help thinking that each and every wrong choice regret, however, are the result of my decisions and that perhaps not all the evil has come to harm; and I can not think of many small goals I have achieved over the last year .. and especially can not ignore the fact that my way of thinking, my priorities and my most important in general are very different from those of people with whom I have spoken tonight.
rarely look back, and I usually never the stimulus, but tonight is one of those rare nights when "you pull out a little money," as they say.
I'm satisfied with how things are going and what I'm doing, I realized that things are simple, "ordinary" but concrete and painful. Things are achieved with the sacrifice and commitment, and the fact remains that the more I get, the more I am convinced that The simple things that make you live well. Whether interests, passions, habits, or the freedom to be or do what you want because you have your own life. And sure, maybe I could do more in the past, be more mature, but where and how I am now is not bad ...
And all my little passions that I have cultivated over the years and I have never abandoned, revolve around me day by day, and delicious as small satellites that fill my days and the life of color.
For now, that's okay ... I'm at peace and happy .. then we'll see tomorrow ..
I'm listening to "The King of Limbs" by Radiohead ... they are the ones ... it seems to be back in the days of Kid A and Amnesiac ...... good times ...... but not like these :)

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The secret

Title: The Secret
Fandom: Pokemon (Game)
Characters: Lucas, Dawn
Rating: Green
Genre: Comedy, Fluff, General

Lucas would have given all the mysteries that Professor Rowan had revealed to discover his secret.
Dedicated to Sarita.




The secret


Being the assistant of Professor Rowan entailed enormous privileges: a Despite his young age, Lucas was aware of unimaginable secrets about the world of Pokémon. Location of rarer specimens, the mysteries of evolution, the combination of the strongest attacks ... If only he wanted, he would have been a breeze to turn Sinnoh and win medals. Of course, if you would manage a thousand times better than the likes of Barry, who did nothing but scream, run and put strange ideas into practice. The whole scene. Specifically, he had not much then combined. Followed by his faithful
Infernape, Dawn ran across the lab to talk to the scientist. It seemed to be playing only the day before with Chimchar found in suitcase at the time, had not aroused the best of impressions. If he had not gotten to know her, help her along the way and fight with her, Lucas would continue to think of it as an irresponsible girl troublemaker.
often wondered how she and Barry could get along, when I asked, she answered that they were careless childhood friends, and was so used to chase him out of trouble and that no longer gave her the most trouble.
Lucas would have given all the mysteries that Professor Rowan had revealed to discover his secret. Now, he was sure there was. Nor was it a secret, among other things, it was clear ...
"Hello, Lucas!"
The boy took courage. It was just a simple question, it was enough feigning indifference.
"Dawn ... ... I was wondering if you and Barry for outings together?"
He stared for a few seconds, looking incredulous. And when Lucas was sure I made the figure of the fool, laughed.
"But stop it! You know, we're friends ..."
Relieved, the boy smiled. He had really taken a weight off.
One day, perhaps, might have revealed his own, very secret.
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© The picture does not belong to me.

For those who do not know, Dawn is the English name of Lucinda, and that of rival Barry. I liked much more than the Italians. ^ __ ^

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Saturday, February 19, 2011

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Summer loving (!)

not think I can say, but I miss the summer. Being half Viking prefer the cold season, but it was enough to think of an album by Turin Brakes (the first, to be precise) to evoke in me memories and feelings tied to the summer, the power of music ...
For the record, I do not lack the "classic" that is thought recalling that for many (not me) is the most beautiful season of the year, a song, in fact, of Turin Brakes played at night with the window wide open, with a lit stick of incense and fresh evening accompanied by the sounds of crickets, preceded by a sudden storm unmistakable smell of asphalt in the rain, and the croaking of frogs and accompanying downpour of rain, a bike ride, lost in the heat and surrounded by fields of wheat, with Rem in the ears (the first album, however, those of "Talk About the Passion" and "know. Central Rain"), walks on the bank of the Savio Camera in hand, looking for new views and original photos, the Festival of San Giovanni, with its ethnic stalls and the way of magic, the smell of lavender wafting in the air; appetizers in the center in T-shirt and thongs, made from peanuts and spritz, being in the beach until late, when people start to go home and set the dark, which brings with it an atmosphere of calm, peace and melancholy, maybe having a chat with your friends on a ski by the sea and close their umbrellas, the beach volleyball until she was exhausted, after which I find myself covered up from head to toe nails, sunbathe on the beach, listening to ten songs in a row spaced da docce fresche e bagni refrigeranti; il profumo del doposole la sera davanti alla tv, con le spalle che bruciano e una bella birra fresca in mano.
Cose così, ma le uniche pensando alle quali mi manca quella stagione che da tempo considero la meno bella dell'anno. E mi stupisco sempre più del potere che la musica ha, di rievocare sensazioni e ricordi ai quali non si pensa mai. A volte basta ascoltare un disco per far riaffiorare di tutto...

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

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Corro....salto in testa a quel funghetto e subito dopo colpisco i miei primi 2 blocchi "?"...salto su quello appena colpito e ne colpisco un altro; voilà! Ecco saltar fuori a mushroom .. ... more beautiful than the nicest. It BIG! And away like the wind! Jump on the tube, I'm not going to get in, via wire straight .. two other dry mushrooms e. ... BUT LOOK! ... I hit a block-by-case invisible! This time, the mushroom is green, and gives me another chance! blowing a hole and hit another block! A flower, this time! BEAUTIFUL! Now I'm white and red as a painter and shoot fireballs! I am now your cabbage, green turtle expressionless! TIE! TIE! Die EVEN YOU, OTHER MUSHROOM! What is this, another block? Now I hit him ... A STAR ! SBARLUCCICOSO ARE NOW! Wire like the wind, making a mockery of mushrooms and baby tortoise that fray by simply touching them .. here, jumping a tube .. a ladder! Me I do it all in one breath and finish in the top ... what's that, a flag? Come on, I climbed up there that auction, and pull down that flag kitch .. VOILA '... and what? a tube! but this time it goes by level 1-2 ....... .......

Only an act of love to my favorite plumber :):):) you get to write, to arrive at 7 am .....

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Sanremo Sanremo ..........


Yes .. I look at the Sanremo Festival. And I'm not ashamed. I watch for the deep and boundless love for music, I watch it because every year I cultivate hope to see, hear and discover something new, exciting and original music in our national-popular. I watch it only and exclusively because I think that in Italy there is still something to say, musically speaking. It 'obvious and well known that there are hundreds of good artists so-called "underground" or however little publicized, and many more in sight, but that's another story, I look at it because I would like to see something Original, fresh and quality included in the mainstream, they can see and appreciate them all. Something that is pop auteur and at the same time. And I do not care about anything else: the controversy, the guests, the conduction of pussy in office or embarrassing moments due to the lack of professionalism. Giving importance to everything that is around the music you may not focus attention to the latter, which is essentially the most important thing the bandwagon. Well in short, the first episode I saw almost all: for now nothing that will which is the first hearing, but last year there have been songs most original, that impressed me on first hearing, in fact. This time I had the general impression of "tired" ...
Except the main reason why I follow the festival this year: Nathalie Giannitrapani . As imagined, we are not disappointed me, bringing the only song that struck me right away (as I won on first hearing "on tiptoe", now fixed on the radio). With that red hair looked like Tori Amos (his passion), and I was so excited to see her so tenderly, I hope you win.
I never would have said, but the second year X factor that draws me out people that I appreciate very much (see the various Mengoni, Bastards, Noemi and nozzles), you may well like it or not, but at least they have charisma and are good. Not a small thing at a time when I see Paris Hilton on MTV singing squashed.
Well, after this long series of banalities and platitudes I would just ask all those who label prior to events like the Festival of Sanremo as "disgusting", "shit" and so even before they begin, to strive for a moment Listen to songs and, at least for the first night .. then if they suck ok, ok. But give music a chance, but now the situation here is lousy! Let run out, guests, controversy, Canalis, Belen, Corona, Clooney, Benigni, Luca and Paolo Morandi, Vessicchio, the Italian champions in gymnastics, set design and so on, and tried to listen what is being proposed .. who knows it comes out something new, fresh and original, they are perfectly aware that there will not be the De Andrea, Jackson and Baptists, but something good, the so-called "popular" music we try to find it?
Our culture is too. Remember, before inevitably be swallowed up by Western culture and its customs, which are now even our ....
As they say, hope is the last to die tonight ... even if it is not been so happy .....

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Revenge of cats

Title: Revenge of the cats
Fandom: Gummo
Characters: Solomon, Tummler, Bunny Boy
Rating : Orange
Genre: Angst, Drama

On top of the heap of garbage was the crown of gilded cardboard. He put the head of the largest cat, the only real winner, with to your friends, celebrated this unexpected death in the sudden rolling landfill.
Lasciandoseli behind, got on the bike has lost its owner and left the area.
was time to see someone else.


And the eyes have taken the color of the sky by dint of looking at him, and with those eyes, what you saw no one knows ...




Revenge of cats



Rain. A
piss hot and sticky, which was a burden on the air and sweat, making the breath and wheezing in the road in a muddy mess that made it impossible to use the bicycle.
depart from the front of the hair gel and mixed with soft water, Solomon gave up driving his vehicle and began to push the handlebars as uphill. A few steps ahead of him, Tummler clumsily stretched her legs to crush snails its way.
imitator, the boy picked up a stick from the ground and ruthless against the remains of molluscs, raucous laugh.
whores. Stupid animals. When it rained, only two of them could turn to Xeina, no one else.
Tired of this new pastime, Major spat on the ground, cursing the weather. Behind, Solomon threw away the stick. Tummler
If something broke, automatically Solomon agreed. If Tummler was some idea, the Solomon performed.
were like that.
amused to wander a little 'in the streets deserted roadside garbage cans uncovered, the most interesting displays of luxury in the center of some capital, showed the most varied contents. A cassette tape of life, with tape wrapped around an old Barbie naked and bald. As reflected by the light, looked like her dress. Solomon noted dirty towel, like her mother a few years ago left around in the bathroom. Perhaps the boy had learned not disgusted blood in four years, fixing them as he sat on the toilet with your legs not yet long enough to touch the ground.
On top of a wide range of pieces coming out of a bucket upside down, found a striking pink bra, size XXL or something. So, just to be silly, put it on his shirt and began to strut. Tummler silenced him with a cold stare.
"There are more cats here. There is just a dick." he murmured, finishing the sentence with a spit decision. He was right, the cats were disappearing from Xeina, and not only when it rained. With one click
stopped to take your bike, leaving falling into the weeds are wet.
"Whose fault is that asshole." he added, grinding his teeth in a grimace that only emphasizes the thinness of his face. Up close, Solomon spotted a couple of pimples that pales in comparison to the progressive reddening of the face.
He was pissed.
"What can you do?" threw out the boy, accommodating. Tummler gave him a push.
"And stop saying crap. What are you gonna do shit, I need money. I see that our visit is not enough."
She put her arm on his shoulder still leaning forward to push him, pulling him.
"The meniamo, 'is time." proposed, in conspiratorial tones. Solomon bit her lip.
usually put into practice what Tummler trying out, but ultimately it was putting strange ideas in his head. Exaggerated. Like the time he had thought of going to fuck, right there, Solomon said that he did not desire, and he started taking the piss.
"You're thirteen years old and the only tits you've seen are those of your mother."
He boasted that he had lost his virginity to ten years, but according to Solomon was a lie.
thought. It was not good at fighting, it was too thin for his age. And do weights every day it was all shit. However, if there was Tummler, would not have taken. If he came home with a broken nose or something, her mother would end the plague.
"Ok." said. Tummler grinned and had yellow teeth. After that, he kicked a trash can by rolling it away, as if you were already gassing for the fight.
went back to push the bike. Solomon had put the pink bra on his head by tying under the chin, and made it all the way back, as an umbrella, it works well.


The sound of a pebble on the glass. That's the signal.
listless, Solomon came out from under the covers fully clothed, suddenly putting his feet in the shoes thrown by the bed. He gave a last look at the room and, as an afterthought, he put a pillow under the sheet: he would keep up appearances.
If the clock corridor was not sick again, it was almost one o'clock at night. On tiptoe, the boy passed the open door of the other room. On the bed, her Russian mother, wearing a long top and, for what it could reveal the darkness, seemed to have no underwear. She kept her legs spread and a dirty foot went out from the edge of the mattress, his mouth open and arms hanging at odd angles confirmed that bedtime had become the usual drop. Grinning, Solomon passed: until the next morning he would not move there. Through entrance into a dance, as quick as a ferret, he took the spare keys from the ashtray and two others were out of bounds.
Tummler sat waiting for him on the wall in front of the house, thrown near his feet was a baseball bat. At home, Solomon had his glove.
"If they see us, we are dead." whispered the largest, while the other ride the bike. Throughout the trip, remained silent, her mouth thick with sleep. At that time, Xeina was a ghost town: no spaces open, not even a neon sign. A distributor of condoms
half battered them that were still in the midst of civilization. Solomon tried to fuck some coin to rest forgotten, but nothing. Probably, it was also empty.
hid the bikes behind a tree and crouched behind one of the boxes favored by Jarrod, on the edge the town. He was the one that is best suited to their plan, there in the middle of the country no one could hear anything. Jarrod just arrived to place the traps, would come out.
waited a long time, disgusted by the stench of garbage, I wonder how disgusting we were thrown, he knew of vomiting.
"Maybe not today." Solomon ventured. Tummler silenced him with an elbow.
In the distance you could see the beacon light of a bike.


Silence. Silence and darkness. They were the best conditions to capture all the noise and observe every detail, what is normally no one noticed. For this, he needed two pairs of ears to listen to one, the other to go unnoticed, had learned little by little, but Xeina the best way to be confused with the mass was being abnormal.
eyes, however, sufficed him only two. Over time, blacks had become dust, smoke and misery, and deep enough to store all the atrocities to which he had witnessed. The body of a child to be faster, take refuge in the corners and move away quickly when the time came, like a rabbit.
By refining the vision and hearing, had gradually lost the use of the word. It was a century of his mouth did not go out any sound, in truth, there had not even tried: there was nothing to say that could change the course of events, no words could make sense of what was happening before his eyes. And most importantly, no one seemed interested in talking with him. He happened to be passed in the lives of some people who had watched, as the case had been kissed or insulted, but he had never ever happened that someone addressing a question, even to ask him what he was doing around there. It always went off without a word, wondering if that meeting would have made more in his life or that of others. Surely, neither. In his head he had collected hundreds of statements of everyday life, such as newspaper clippings of disordered across a room in a meaningless, and nobody ever prevailed over others. If it had not occurred one or two, the loss would have been almost anything, but if everybody had never existed, it meant that there was Xeina. And the speech could expand to the entire Ohio, United States, the whole world. And he was a witness to this mechanism which engages every day, watching the crowds of people swarming to the existence of humanity by giving a reason.
For example, one night two guys were hiding behind the bins, convinced that it is not observed. She knew them, knew by sight as well as all the locals.
were strange. Hundreds of events had disrupted their lives, yet finds nothing better to do than pick on cats. A Xeina was full of people like them all vent their violence to be some strange and helpless, perhaps even inanimate, such as a chair. It must have been guilty of the hurricane, that without even knowing it was shot down on their poor lives, destroyed.
The two quarreled with a guy popped out of the darkness about who should have the exclusive right to kill cats in the area.
Unlike them, Jarrod was not violent. Passive, held his hands before his face, sometimes taking with shots in the dark. Jumped. Nearby, three cats had decided to come out, watching with him the grotesque scene that lent itself before. He would call
war cats, why cats were real stars at last, the humans who gave them the game they decided to destroy each other. In the midst of the waste
peeped a cardboard crown, in honor of those fast-food restaurants. Once the waters subsided, it would come out of the closet and would have crowned the winner. In all that chaos was necessary to restore order and justice, at least in small things, recognizing them each their own merits.
collapsed to the ground, the boy named Jarrod moaned. The smallest of the other team was about to leave, but his companion was not enough. Quick, taken from the ground a baseball bat and attacked his opponent. The other child was attached to the side, shouting at him to stop, not realizing that all uproar that ended only to excite further. Until a squirt of blood reached their faces, and then they both left with an endless series of accusations. The big
swore, the boy was crying, and while digging the grave by hand for the corpse and the baseball bat. Overturned bins, covering the waste ground just stirred up, and fled on bicycles without even a prayer.
On top of the heap of garbage was the crown of gilded cardboard. He put the head of the largest cat, the only real winner, together with his friends, celebrated this unexpected death in the sudden rolling landfill.
Lasciandoseli behind, got on the bike now no owner and left the area.
was time to see someone else.


The garden full of garbage, the plaster peeling and written Millicent High School St. cleared with a slash of black spray paint. Above in large letters, someone had written THE CATWALK. A Xeina all so called because it was the typical catwalk for the juvenile prison, arguing that if you had studied there, at least one night were intended to pass it to cool.
Solomon was forced to attend because his mother would send him there every morning to kick ass, and fully endorsed the rumors, at least once a day someone will do some act of vandalism and you were selling herb in the bathroom as if it were cotton candy. If it was not a poor man, that at most he could afford to sniff glue, perhaps he would like to go anymore.
hated that place: Tummler there was no past and was fine, and even he would have helped. So, for what they studied, they would have failed again.
That morning, then had absolutely no desire to get in, only to see that the prefabricated orange caused the nausea, as was to be taken very different thoughts.
had been a week since that night and had vomited twice, could not eat and sleep for days and Tummler was locked up at home.
is better for a while 'is not I'll show you! , had whispered through the cracks of the shutters. He claimed that nothing was wrong, that for a long time would not have noticed the disappearance of an orphan, and even if they had not, nobody would have thought the two of them. All we had to sit for a few good days, so that, if necessary, would throw off suspicion.
Instead of going to school, turned his bike and decided to go see him, he did not understand how he sit all day just watching TV, living with that guilt.


Solomon had never seen the photo of some guy who died on milk cartons. Luckily for them, it only happens in movies. Pouring a
bit 'in the glass and gulping in one breath, remembered the events of last month. As hoped, no one had asked, but the boy continued to feel the unbearable boulder in the stomach, he wanted to talk to someone, but Tummler the subject was closed. Just tried to appoint Jarrod, are angry as hell and screaming that did not care as long as you were kept out. Yet even Solomon in his eyes he saw that sense of dread for having done something very serious, very different dall'ammazzare cats, which tormented him every time he tried to sleep.
Pensive, went into the bathroom and shut the door. His mother insisted on entering and help to wash even though it was too big, and there was no way to change her mind. you out of my pussy and I saw something quite different from worms that you have between your legs! , got angry when she tried to protest. Actually, that one gesture of tenderness that gave him he did not mind that much, but at that moment he wanted to be alone.
He undressed. As he watched the brown water filling the tub, he remembered that for those killed was the death penalty, but tried to dispel that thought. The dark mud that partially concealed body fat which was so ashamed, he could play by pretending to have muscles and imagine that the water temperature was that of someone's body. It was just the place to get a saw.
He turned and took a Barbie, the only completely intact. Were his mother and, in the absence of more suitable toy for a child, in the past there was a bathroom. They were hanging there for years, no one throws or rimettesse in place. On the other hand, were the best retail interior of that room. The
took off her dress. Her big tits, but without nipples. And the pussy without a hole, and hairless. Drops the first particular, and starting to masturbate, concentrate on the second. If shaved, that nasty, like the girls of porn magazines. It was a bitch. Hard plastic with the fake smile, always a whore.
continued to do with his hand up and down, faster, fantasizing about fucking a girl like that. As a model, was the eldest sister who lived near the supermarket, blonde and thin like Barbie. He could just get a saw on her, that he gave not even a Tummler, and he told everyone that was a lesbian and if he meant by his sister. He grinned at the thought of his friend that if gnawed at the refusal, also had an idea. He took another Barbie, the one without a leg, and stopped for a while 'to touch making them rub each other. He put his head between his legs the other of the first and held it with his left hand, while with the other occasions that he had started. One second after the left fall, could no longer concentrate on anything else.
"Solomon, what the hell are you doing?!"
Fuck. That idiot of his mother had begun to beat on the door just as he was coming. Dissatisfied and sullen, he shouted that he was coming and gave up the Barbie in the dirty cum. Giving one last glance at the scene, he realized he had made a shit, even though they had stopped at the climax, he found that only increased the bad mood and sense of frustration. As he was jacking off on a piece of plastic, the desire to talk and vent with a real person had become increasingly acute.
sighed. Perhaps another idea came to him, this time right.


Cassidy had become beautiful. He had curly blond hair, had put on lipstick and smell good, what he had given his brother. Luckily he had a brother so generous, that made her compliments and told her she was beautiful as an actress in Hollywood. This is why the name was Cassidy, which was the name of a star. He could not remember his real name, but that mattered, so she had never liked it. Much preferred the nicknames that ended with the Y, as Solly. Solomon was really bad, not good enough for a kid so cute. She would like to marry him, just would grow, but we were afraid that his brother remained bad.
came to visit, his Solly, after a long time that did not show up. Fortunately for him he had brought his friend disagreeable; smelled and did not like that she called him with some diminutive. It was also a great rude, he went without saying goodbye and never stopped talking to her. Solly, however, told her so many interesting things.
He decided to tell you a secret. A Xeina there was a boy asleep under a pile of garbage, we had put them, because they disturb. But should not reveal to anyone, perhaps because it would otherwise have gone to wake him up and gliel'avrebbe without pay for leaving him in the middle of the stinking garbage. In fact, they could choose a more beautiful place for him to sleep. His mother had put in a nice wooden bed, with the suit of the party, and had buried so that no one bothers. Every now and hoped it awakens, but then he always had a deep slumber.
Solly did not understand why he had so much fear. It was not his fault that he had fallen asleep while they were. She told him, not to worry. He confirmed to police that she was good Solly.
She greeted him with a kiss on the cheek, hoping to have cheered.
The next man who came into the room was a very wise old man, had told him his brother. He was the president of something, then had a lot of money and she had to behave with him. Perhaps someone so important would found a solution to the problem of Solly.
"At the margins of Xeina there's a guy who sleeps in the dirt." told him, as he undressed "We must avoid that wakes up and tell the cops that Solly has not been kind to him, but I do not know a police officer." continued. The man did not answer. Never mind: with all the people who came to her, she would find someone to give her the right advice.
The next was a little boy dressed as a bunny. He never spoke, but with long ears so she was sure he'd heard.


"Be careful, Darby, you could attack the zombie garbage!" Dot joked, establishing better shoes. The girl laughed, even if the story that actually put a little 'fear for some' time in the gardens of Xeina there was no talk of nothing else. No one knew who had started to spread this item but it was rumored that a certain Solly was mixed up. The sisters had learned that he was afraid and did not lose their opportunity to try to scare her, especially when you do not act like they said.
"Come and join, then?" whimpered. The Helen shook his head with his finger. Since Puss-Puss was gone they were always sad, they were not playing together anymore, she too felt sorry for the cat, but did not understand what could change with their behavior. It would be fun to go skating together, as before. All
fault of the boys who went around Xeina, killing poor innocent kittens. Darby knew some few years before had been to school with her, and others were not so famous he needs no introduction.
started to skate the streets of the town, fun to avoid the cracks on the asphalt, or in the middle of the way, depending on the path that his mind organized. His legs, perhaps guided dall'infantile curiosity to know who were the zombies coming out of piles of garbage despite the fear, increasingly pushed to go to the suburbs, where houses were becoming scarcer and the campaign took the over. Among the abandoned old junk here and there, carcasses of various objects which were once, struck a nearly new red bicycle, left there for no apparent reason. He remembered having seen a bike around that color, belonged to a boy in the neighborhood, Jarrod.
He remembered because, unlike its peers, it was really nice greeting, do not throw waste on the street and did not bother to girls like her. And yet, Helen and Dot claimed that he killed the cats, put traps and poisoned food near the trash cans.
Just where is the zombie ...
he drove from his mind those useless brat fantasy, fueled by the suggestion that the strange event aroused. In fact, it was a bit 'not saw him around, but he would never have expected to find his bicycle in a place so far.
He turned on his shoes, retracing your steps. He knew where he lived, he wanted to see if it was in the house. Only a peek, and then would run away.
soon had to abandon this way: even though at first glance there was nobody, had to look good before you get to hasty conclusions.
The door was closed, the empty garden, and more wild than usual, and from the only window open on the ground floor in the kitchen, you could see no sign of life except the traces of the recent passing of thieves. Along with the bike, had left the house. Perhaps, now that his grandmother had died, it was went to live with his aunt and uncle along with his sister, but no convincing explanation.
Hearing unknown voices, Darby hid behind the toolshed. It was not much of a refuge, but remained silent and considered that no one would have thought to look there, maybe had a chance.
"Hey, there's the open window."
were two of the boys who lord it around, probably those who had carried out puss-puss, that little could spread it with a good kick on the balls, but the more she had never liked it.
"It's easy to go from here, we did it ourselves." commented, after looking into it. They did not seem happy that the thieves had entered.
"I do not want that spread the rumor that this house is empty, I do not like at all." said the boy, closing the window from outside as to keep up appearances. The largest, after looking around, recalled him with a wave of the arm.
"Come on, Solomon, we should not stay here."
Solomon. It looks like Solly.
Darby held his breath. He understood everything.


"I know you." A Tummler
turned his balls. It happened more often in recent times: it was as if the pulsating anger in him and tried to go out as a container too tightly. He had always had it in, since childhood, was angry with her mother, who had not had nothing to do but let the fucking asshole who went first and then die in childbirth, was angry with his grandfather, who was rich but cares about them, and his father, that depending on what made him more comfortable came and went. We also had a fag with that of his brother, who, in spite of appearances proved to have more balls than he had found the courage to send everyone to hell. He had figured out how to manage anger smoldering fury: when they were children, confided that she hated her body, hated having his cock between her legs, and felt compelled in men's clothes, he wanted to do as the Incredible Hulk, be two boobs grow suddenly and tear from the inside. Now if that was really made and he was fine, if for a little anger came back to him, the discharge shooting at something.
He felt tight, but his body was not the problem: it sucked the air we breathe, it was as if his lungs were filled with poison, a poison that led him to hate everything. The only relief that he was sniffing glue and get some purpose to this, he needed money.
And to have the money, he had to kill the cats. He had been the first to get their hands on those beasts, and would defend its monopoly and nail with his teeth. The incident with Jarrod was an example that she would not go that far, but each of those clubs was a further incentive to strike at him understand that should take off in between. And more screaming than he was willing to give him the best lesson, because he did not understand, did not understand a shit, had to shut up and take them. One such was silenced forever.
Yet, despite being sure that the dead do not speak, turned the same. And to say that he had sniffed only the day before, the glue was a real shit. Because of that annoying brat who keeps turning around, there was no way to put her away.
"I know it was you and kill puss-puss!" continued, with his cheeky little voice. Solomon the spat, but did not take offense: smug watching the saliva stain on the dress worn, as if it were a work of art. Drew a smile from whore, the draft of one of its big brother, and turned away.
"I know that Jarrod did you kill you." he added, turning casually. Free of mind, Solomon let out a belch.
"If you stop bothering the cats, I'll keep the secret." proposed, spouting off on skates. When he was away, Solomon pressed on the pedals, even inviting his friend to chase. Tummler stopped him.
"And now, what do we do?" he asked, with the falsetto voice of fear.
In fact, it was a pickle. Who knows who had known then. Solomon was not the type to go and sing along, maybe someone had them visas. But there was no time to ruminate on the whys and wherefores, had to act soon.
"Do not worry. I got it."
The only certainty that he was the absolute silence of the dead. The only thing in this world rambling, remained in place.


Tummler continued to dig. Shoveling the earth as a desperate, but the grave was not deep enough to bury that thin sack of garbage that had carried on his shoulders.
So now Darby was silent. It was only the second ring of the invisible chain of events that had triggered all the multiple consequences.
Perhaps the guy with the bunny ears would have to spend more time observing the next obstacle to the perfect silence on his secret, the problem was that he did not know for sure who it was. Undoubtedly, the sisters of the girl would not have passed unnoticed by her disappearance, but only a surface would have thought only of them. And it was likely that soon one of the protectors of Jarrod would begin to look, the boy could continue to go to school only because of the compensation received for incriminating photos, but the volume was much larger than the gain of others. Or, perhaps, would have raised the alarm just Tummler's brother, who had taken a liking to this kid so much like him a few years before. And Cassidy continued to unknowingly spread rumors uncomfortable. Indeed, would soon could be against his best friend, the only direct witness of the affair. For the moment, there was just to wait and watch.
In any case, each of them had other relatives and friends scattered to infinity. And, with the full engagement of the world, Tummler could never kill them all, a simple man had the power to stop the mechanism.
He had tried the hard way. The storm that had killed his parents had stopped in front of their dreams and hopes, even before their desire to become rich and buy a beautiful Camaro. Just because he could not dominate the course of events, he decided to quit to be a part, get in a corner and just watch, recording the past on the skin to never forget in the midst of the confusion of other people's stories. Maybe, by dint of escape, one day Tummler would eventually keep him company, or would be in keeping rivals, a Bugs Bunny and Yosemite Sam with the air gun. He turned
. The cat who had put the crown would not stop following him. Moreover, in that story was the individual concerned. He was wrong to call it, though: it was not the war of the cats, it was only a battle between humans. The correct title for that story was the revenge of the cats , with all those murderers to hide, no one would take them more annoyed.







© Luciano Ligabue: "The weight of the suitcase"

The idea of a Camaro I got it from here , "It was designed a scene in which Bunny Boy would have to speak (would happen in the sequence of the pool). He explained why he had tattooed on his fingers the letters MAC. The reason was that unlike MAC reads CAM, and the Camaro was the favorite car of his parents . , to define as a Bugs Bunny Bunny Boy by alternative here, it's a bad review translated with Google translator. I hope

that you enjoyed the story, what I have seen around is the first fanfiction that is written to Gummo, including with regard to the fandom-speaking. Now I'm curious to check to see if someone who knows the movie, I would really like. XD

Kiss, Tone

Monday, February 14, 2011

Pet Care Center Metairie

Talking about movies ... Best albums ever

There are 3 upcoming films that I absolutely must see: one is "the black swan" ( not repeat often enough that the titles of the films should be left in its original language, because often the first title is part of the meaning of the film, and secondly because the Italian titles often feel sorry for them, see different "if Spotless Mind" and "Matchstick Men," respectively translations of "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" and "I love Philip Morris" ). "The black swan" gives me the idea to be spick with Portman, as I understand it, in the odor from Oscar, and Aronofsky is not really the first registucolo chicken that is around.
The second is "True Grit" (the determination) of Coen, who did not ever wrong one. And then there's the monumental Jeff Bridges: I am inspired not a little (and I got desire to see "the big Lebowski )
The third is" The Fighter, "which has as co-starring another actor that I like quite a bit: Christian Bale.

Anyway, I wanted to say a few words about how sometimes the movie trailers do not give quite the idea of the kind, or any type of film we're going to see in the cinema . I have already mentioned "I love Philip Morris, which was presented as" the new comedy starring Jim Carrey "and then proved be the brim of a homosexual love story, with some very dramatic aspect, and that frankly leaves little room for laughs, which are derived from the usual hilarious ability to Carrey. Steps "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind," which was presented as a comedy, but falls within a broader context mooooooooooooolto, but oh well, in principle, was also smiling a lot, I caught the last one concerns " Love and other drugs "(Love and other remedies in Italian), in that little 30 seconds of trailer suggests that we already face the umpteenth American romantic comedy to be enjoyed with friends and which spend a couple of hours of joy and abandon. It's actually something else: in the trailer have omitted one of the most important details: Anne Hathaway (god bless her, is the most beautiful thing on this planet) in the film is suffering from Parkinson's, and the film will turn on very different tones.
The question is why the trailer did not build them the right way? And it is that as usual FOCUS Box Office And I just want to attract people into believing CINEMA TO GO TO SEE A COMEDY WHY TODAY 'TODAY AS THE PEOPLE WANT TO JUST LAUGH AT THE CINEMA??
NONONONONO not .... gets, so the film is devalued even more (as if it were not already enough). Blissful ignorance .....
Anyway I'm going to see him, "Love and other drugs", just for the fact that there's Anne Hathaway (I will be a blow to see her give birth to Selina Kyle / Catwoman in Nolan's next Batman), and Since the film is Edward Zwick, I'm going to see "The Last Samurai", which is always his desire and I've got a nice Fimon epic and heroic:)
night that you sleep, good "work" ; to me that at this time "I'm working!

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Highlights For Hair 2010

Bloodthirst

Collection: Sete
Title: Bloodthirst
Fandom: Twilight Characters
: Edward
Rating: Yellow
Genre: Introspective, melancholy, Dark

When he was thirsty, feeding criminals was not a stain murder, but the only way to not go crazy.




Bloodthirst



Carlisle chose to give him a surrogate for this life have gone into eternity. Now he could when he wanted to protest, but had not asked him to be transformed.
When he was thirsty, feeding criminals was not a stain of murder, but the only way to not go crazy.
Unaware of his impending fate, the thief who was tailing was planning to make yet another theft.
would not have been a great loss.
It happened quickly. He to hide the corpse, but a detail of his face struck him.
that spot under the eye was the same hospital as a kid, years before.
wept on his deathbed of his mother.



Edward

''live View / - Axis''

Sete memories of love

Collection: Sete
Title: Thirst for memories
Fandom: Twilight Characters
: Alice
Rating: Green
Genre: Introspective, melancholy

was a visionary. A visionary. Crazy.




Sete memories



Close your eyes and see the future.
Undoubtedly, it was fun.
was not only useful to play the stock market or to win at chess, but also to determine if a party hosted by her would be successful.
Easy. Just close your eyes and relax.
was a visionary.
A visionary. Crazy.
jolted as if the charge of an electric shock had passed through his body, Alice tried to remember who had never called that way.
Buffo. More memory tried, the more voltage electricity clouded her mind.
The right price for the future was about to give up their past.



Alice

Late Period Increased Cervical Mucus



Collection: Sete
Title: Thirst for love
Fandom: Twilight Characters
: Jasper
Rating: Yellow
Genre: General, Introspective, Romance

ties, alliances and friendships do not exist in the universe of uncontrolled instincts.




thirst for love



Combat (without checking), kill (unscrupulous), win (no glory).
survive.
To continue to exist was to get rid of waste, excelling. Ties, alliances and friendships do not exist in the universe of uncontrolled instincts.
regretted army life: no matter how bloody, had a goal.
Now the blood was only a need to satisfy their thirst, to prolong the existence of innate defense reaction. Surviving
blood.
Nothing. Then
had seen them run together
, among them all, without destroying each other. He did not understand.
Until he had met.
"I've kept you waiting long."
he had not realized, but he too was waiting for her.



Jasper

Body Temperature Detector

Sete Sete Sete

Collection: Sete
Title: Thirst for revenge
Fandom: Twilight Characters
: Rosalie
Rating: Orange
Genre: Drama, Introspective, Dark

"It's called emofobia, Royce."




revenge



desperately looking for an escape route.
(screaming, praying that I hear.)
shots toward the door, but they are faster.
(I tried to resist, but you were stronger.)
"I think this is the way to welcome your wife?" whisper, mocking.
("Traits as your future husband?" Munched, drunk.)
With one gesture, I'm breaking my arm, crying in pain and fear.
(sobbing, humiliated and hurt.)
Trembling look at the stump.
"Are you afraid of blood, dear?" What a pity, you will see a lot ... "
(There was blood everywhere ...)
"It's called emofobia, Royce."
(abandoned on the asphalt, screaming out to die.)
Revenge will not erase my memories.



Rosalie

What Stores Have Layaway

revenge of affection of novelty

Collection: Sete
Title: A thirst for new
Fandom: Twilight Characters
: Emmett
Rating: Green
Genre: Comedy, General Romance

How many times had he heard that phrase? He had lost count.




thirst for novelty



"You may now kiss the bride."
How many times had he heard that phrase? He had lost count.
lifted the light veil covering the face of his wife. According to tradition, to see the bride in wedding dress before the wedding would be a bad omen, so she bought a new dress for every wedding. He claimed that it was exciting.
Under the veil, Rosalie was beaming: on the lavish ceremony, the umpteenth honeymoon ... and also his, and if you chose to every marriage, there was a reason. This was seconded for eternity, even though he hated the routine.
He hoped that there were grizzly bears in the vicinity. He too wanted to have fun.



Emmett

Lindsey Dawn Mackenzie Im Back

Sete Sete

Collection: Sete
Title: A thirst for affection
Fandom: Twilight Characters
: Esme
Rating: Yellow
Genre: Introspective, melancholy

Esme had always loved children.




thirst for affection



Esme had always loved children.
were small, soft and loved their way of doing this uncertain and clumsy, which is why he always wanted to work as a teacher.
Every night, listening to the baby kicking inside me, telling him a bit 'of your dreams and imagined seeing him sitting beside him, a baby boy, the first in a long series.
until you find out that it would be sterile for eternity and their children, although not unprecedented growth, they had nothing to learn from her.
And that children, as well as being beautiful, they smell good.



Esme

Use Veet For Gental Area

death

Collection: Sete
Title: Thirst for death
Fandom: Twilight Characters
Carlisle
Rating: Orange
Genre: General, Introspective, Dark

was alive and unharmed. As always.




Sete death



clothes torn, his hands black with dust on the tree which had crashed were shot down.
all.
Carlisle looked up at the mountain peak from which he had thrown.
was alive and unharmed. As always
.
Along with the unbearable thirst, the words of his father's clouded mind
"The suicides, those who voluntarily put an end to his life of sheer cowardice, without taking into account the projects of the Lord will have eternal damnation."
took a mental note to be immune to falls from heights; the only option was to be tried with fire, or jumping into the sea ice.
Otherwise, he would have eternal life.



Carlisle

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Simple Labeled Diagram Of A Sailboat




First post so-called "official", and since my biggest passion is and always will be music, I'd like to remind those albums that most of the others have left their mark. This boring day with no stimulation has allowed a real nostalgic trip down memory, and the same accomplice LiveJournal and its community, I started thinking about that music that just now, I realize I was so important, so thrilling and so exciting in my life. And although I have heard hundreds of albums beautiful, 4 of them have emerged as easily as spontaneously as witness to what weight they had in my life.

1 - OK Computer. Radiohead
The first time I put this albun the reader the feeling was now that of a music "different" (which banality), almost "alien", but it has had on me 'almost hypnotic attraction. Wonderful ok computer, took me in so many car trips in the back seat, listened with the now old-fashioned portable CD player. UNFORGETTABLE.

2 - Automatic for the people. REM
My greatest companion "hole", this album I bought (at a time when I observed a group and buy the entire discography, delightful time because then the reviews, opinions and comments even looked at them, and I was able to buy a CD just for the cover that inspired me) at the height of "disarray" when I was in school 5 days a hole 6. And I still remember the endless walks from one end of Cesena with the notes of "drive" and "try not to breathe" in the ears. An album that perhaps more than any other I have left, for the memories tied to it (Which reminds me a mess of the GameCube Metroid Prime, because I had bought at that time). SUGGESTIVE

3-Origin of Symmetry. Muse
The effect that she gave me the album was similar to that of OK Computer: strange and wonderful overall, but a hundredfold. As soon as I heard the opening of "New Born" I was literally stunned and mesmerized. The video for "Bliss" I still remember, and every single song on this cd is different and a masterpiece in itself. This album is the beautiful memory of a summer, with the sea and Rockplanet, Parchin of McDonalds and 11 pm (I worked), and hours and hours of Panighina on track to dance, all in the background with "Plug in baby". Dazzling

4-Mellon Collie And The Infinite Sadness. Smashing Pumpkins
I put it last because this album is a thing unto itself. For me, the Smashing Pumpkins represents the music. This is the group more than any other made me move, fly and made it clear that music can play an important role, present and active in a person's life, and despite the Muse are currently my band- idol, the Pumpkins, with Siamese Dream, Pisces Iscariot (heard almost always in the dark of night, with Tim Burton in the lead), Machina Mellon Collie and in particular, are an important and wonderful part of my life. And I am not exaggerating. To see them in concert for me was one of the greatest feelings ever experienced.
Mellon Collie is the sum of the Pumpkins, and many of the songs on this album, including "1979", "Tonight," "Porcelina of the Vast Oceans" and "Through the Eyes of Ruby" for me are immortal. HUGE

Not to mention other groups that have left an indelible mark, such as Turin Brakes, Eels, Depeche Mode, Franz Ferdinand, We Are Scientists (Mone Go!), U2, Shins, New Pornographers (who accompanied my travels rimini-cesens/Cesena-rimini when I went to university), Ladytron, The Cure and so on ...............

What Happens After Puppy Is Dewormed

First day in the space

Today is one of those days when you get up to 23 will be very, very hard, with three arrivals and the nearly deserted hotel, any real possibility of spending time in a constructive manner vanishes into thin air. I will try to hide from the boredom between the lines of Edgar Allan Poe go .... which by the way is proving to be one of my favorite writers ever.

Friday, February 4, 2011

Water Heater Plastic Drain Valve

The genius

Title: The genius
Fandom: Pokémon
Characters: James, Jessie, Meowth
Rating: Green
Genre: Comedy, Demenziale

Double drabble crazy, my small tribute to Team Rocket and their thankless task.




The genius


been years since, having been catapulted to dizzy heights, crashing on some rocks and fell into a river. By now, we do not even pay more attention.
After all, it was the Team Rocket. Their task was to move the end of each episode with some surprise attack, in order to deceive the children and grandchildren of their early fans that there was still a plot.
Jessie sighed. From behind the bushes were watching the kid who spoke with the girl on duty. He had changed at least twenty. And then, they were to set a bad example children.
"James ... but because we are following them?"
In the mind of the boy had breached a hazy memory of an attack at a medical center for Pokémon and a theft gone wrong.
and beat them with a Caterpie Millebave, but maybe this had dreamed of.
He scratched his head.
"You know that I have no idea?"
Slowly, Jessie looked down at the script to follow, then his eyes met those of the new companion.
"And if today we stay at home?"
Meowth nodded. For once, the brain of the group was in agreement.
Perhaps the episode that day was different from usual.






© The picture does not belong to me.

Yi Fen Zhong Ying Xiong Lyric

The gift

Title: The Gift
Fandom: The Walking Dead
Characters: Carl, Sophie
Rating: Green
Genre: Comedy, Fluff, General

Drabble on the two children of the camp, Carl and Sophie. Dedicated to my Guastro shipp them.




The gift



sitting on the bank of the ditch, Sophie rubbing her cheek.
His father had beaten her.
always happens, when he was nervous. Now that was no longer going to work, had to stand all day.
For this, he hated living on top of that mountain, even if, as Carl did not have to go to school.
For that kid was all easy: the father she loved him. Happy wallowing, trying to catch frogs. He did not understand that, with the noise he made, remained hidden.
"If I take at least one, you the gift!" screamed.
Despite the bloody lip, Sophie smiled. The frogs liked.






© Image not mine.

Little Tikes Princess Cottage Playhouse

Kakuzu-chan

Title: Kakuzu-chan
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Hidan, Kakuzu, Surprise
Rating: Yellow
Genre: Demenziale
Warning: Bad Language

Surprisingly, Hidan yelled.
"Kakuzu-chan, turn, turn! That ugly bad guy makes me so scared! "
The Ninja did not react immediately. It took a few minutes to absorb the entire sentence, while the other hid his face under a pillow. The only sound that could was to issue to an unbeliever.
"Eh?"




Kakuzu-chan



was a day like in the Akatsuki lair. As always, the humidity was unbearable, as always, the bats fluttered gaily.
And, as always, those poor people were wondering why, with so many and comfortable homes that were around, they should have a cave hideout for cold and uncomfortable, there were those who complained of the badness that animated them without knowing least their motives.
A Pain had never cared about to conquer the world. And not to create a weapon so destructive as to lead mankind to stop all war.
simply wanted to use the chakras Biiju for a decent heating system. Any person who, after only two days at that bad place, would support his arguments.
If he could wash with hot water, probably a guy like Itachi would be a bit more sociable. And he would have spent less time locked in the bathroom.
Because, unfortunately, in the Akatsuki hideout was only one bathroom ...


"Itachi! Shit, I'm pissing in, see to open this goddamn door ..."
Kakuzu did not look up from the TV; the best strategy to be adopted by Hidan was pretending not to know.
"I'll pay you Fuck it, I pay you if you go out!" threw out in exasperation, your wallet buddy, the Ninja's took the remote control: when the strategy was not worth pulling his money at stake.
resumed following the program to which you were interested: Naruto Shippuden. In the previous episode, Naruto and Sasuke had sworn to remain buddies for life, until a second later, Naruto semisvenuto brown and full of scratches being taken away by Kakashi and Sasuke walked to the house of a guy who claimed to want much good for all children. What had happened was nell'intermezzo remained a mystery, had sent advertising.
However, Kakuzu was curious about the new developments of the affair: he hoped that they did damn peace with the devil, those scenes always moved him.
"Itachi, I can not piùùù!"
Exasperated, Hidan threw down the door, revealing Itachi in a bathrobe, slippers and headband in her hair intention to reduce the stock eyebrows. He must be very embarrassed to be caught in that way because, for a moment, his mouth moved and her cheeks took on a delicate pale pink. Then, deadpan as usual, went out.
Kakuzu immediately returned to his favorite program, could not miss the letters. That day passed on filler never seen before, fished out from somewhere that had nothing to do with the current timeline.
On the other hand, claim that Utopia was an anime broadcast on Italia 1 made sense.
"I still see this shit?" after being released, Hidan threw himself on the couch with a thud, putting your feet on the table, took a handful of popcorn, spread a half on the floor and the second between the cushions, and continued to talk with your mouth full "But read the manga, which is better. "
"The manga coast." he muttered, trying not to look at. He would have given anything for a mate more refined, quieter and less controversial, but at the time in meetings talking just of the new heating system.
He concentrated on television.
For a split second the man who loved children pulled out his long tongue to snake something to strike indefinitely. Two seconds later, Sasuke was lying on the ground. The frame was not clear, but perhaps had no clothes on.
Surprisingly, Hidan yelled.
"Kakuzu-chan, turn, turn! That ugly bad guy makes me so scared!"
The Ninja did not react immediately. It took a few minutes to absorb the entire sentence, while the other hid his face under a pillow. The only sound was that he managed to issue to an unbeliever.
"Eh?"
"Kakuzu-chan, but ... protect me! "Hidan continued crying, hugging him.
In that room, now, were two of them to be terrified.


Half an hour later, all the Akatsuki had gathered for a special meeting. Agenda: l 'sudden madness of Hidan. It was even more important than heating.
"Kakuzu-chan, I want to hear! Not escludetemi "from the other room, you could hear squeaks and complaints. Kisame as a warning, threw Samehada against the wall, said a trembling voice that he begged him not to give him a bua.
" ... Ehm I think you're listening to you, Kakuzu-chan. "Deidara took him around, just because it was Spoilerati the script and had discovered morire dopo di lui si atteggiava a superiore. Almeno, Kakuzu veniva ucciso dal protagonista.
Schiarendosi la gola, il Ninja articolò: "Non puoi sentire... ti stiamo facendo una sorpresa! Capite cosa intendevo quando vi ho detto che è impazzito?" aggiunse poi, rivolto al resto dell'organizzazione. Preoccupati, tutti scossero la testa ed emisero mugugni di disapprovazione, tranne Itachi, che si era presentato solo per non lasciare vuota la propria sedia.
"Dobbiamo fare qualcosa!" ammise anche Deidara "È persino peggio di Tobi."
Non si era spoilerato a tal punto da capire che stava insultando il vero capo dell'Akatsuki. Forse per questo Uchiha Madara, da sotto il mantello, fece cenno a Pain di lasciar perdere la questione. A second later, the talk was again focused on the radiators.
"... and then, the surprise when he arrives?"
demand fell silent. Pain gave everyone a mission to accomplish. Itachi, however, went quietly into the bathroom.
Kakuzu had to go it alone.


"Once upon a time, in a country far away, a boy named Hidan. He was immortal, victims sacrificed to the god Jashin drinking their blood and took pleasure when you hurt. A splendid morning he got up and said " What shitty day, now I have to follow what fucking Kakuzu to collect ransoms. Fuck him and his money! ", and ate for breakfast the birds were singing until just before happy on the windowsill, hoping to receive some crumb of bread ... "
" Kakuzu-chan, change history! This is too scary. "
Kakuzu was desperate: he spent the rest of the day in attempts to get sober companion, to no avail. He had tried in cold water, the barrel head, toys explosives stolen from Deidara .. . after the memories of his life impersonating the bedtime story, he had no more ideas. The memory did not want to return.
"Now you sleep, you have to get up early tomorrow." rolled up the blankets, praying silently that sleep the reason being surrendered.
Hidan stuck his lips out.
"Give Me the basin goodnight?"
Kakuzu had never thought of having to say, but would spend all the money I had to get back the good old Hidan. If it were not immortal, would kill him at that moment. In return, he began to plan the suicide.


Watching the scene through the keyhole, Itachi chuckled. These were the occasions when it was worth possessing the Mangekyo Sharingan. So Hidan learned not to allow him to use the bathroom.
It did not yet know that, soon, would really have to act like a script. If the Uchiha had chosen to retreat into that stubborn silence, it was because he had Spoilerati adaptation upcoming episode aired on Italia 1 of Naruto Shippuden.

How To Change My Yuri

Next Once

Title: The next time
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Jiraiya, Tsunade
Rating: Yellow
Genre: Introspective, sad
Notes:
Shodaime Hokage : First Hokage
Sensei: teacher
Tsunade-hime: princess Tsunade
Ame Village: Village of the Rain
Jutsu: Technique
Akatsuki: Akatsuki

So had to go back and she was waiting for him, even an idiot like he could understand it.
For many years he had waited until the next time , on his return, he would have made the right occasion.
Even Jiraiya was so stupid to ruin it.


And maybe if she had been with me now I would be married. If I were ... but I've never been so in short, come on, now I'm here! Want to tell me happy even though deep down I never was. Satisfied with what?! But that's okay, although sometimes I'm wrong ...




Next time



"Nice, my name is Jiraiya! For the love letters we calmly afterwards! Very pleased!"
Tsunade was a little girl proud. Since he had acquired his reason, his grandfather and parents had done nothing more than to list the reasons to be: should be proud to belong to the family of Shodaime Hokage, proud to live in Konoha, its beauty and ability, to be output from ' Academy with excellent grades ... by dint of praise, pride was rooted in her becoming an integral part of his character. Fair and stubborn, carefully selected their friends, not that behaves like a snob, indeed, had always been kind to the children in difficulty: he even tried to bond with quell'Orochimaru, so pale, quiet and isolated by all. Was limited to avoid like the plague the braggarts, the arrogant and those who made so much noise, such as swelling toads, when in fact they were not anybody.
Jiraiya seemed to belong to that group: who is believed to be for those modes and use that tone with a girl who knew?
"I doubt you can read and write." replied acid. The smile slipped off the face of the child as if it were dissolved, contrary to the eyes of Orochimaru, who was to be bored, came to life for a moment, while thin and bloodless lips twitched into a grin. The new sensei coughed to recall the order.
"And anyway, I'm Tsunade." added, just to oblige.
hated that kind of presentation: it was terribly embarrassing and it seemed that the sensei is expected at any moment a triple declaration of eternal friendship just because they had the misfortune to end up in the same team. Tsunade does not like that laid bare their feelings, especially with those who did not know: proud as he was, the others were waiting to be exposed.
After the conversation, the sensei gave them instructions about the appointment of the following day for exercise, no doubt distracted, angry Jiraiya sat cross-legged, elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands. Tsunade avoided looking at him: perhaps he was exaggerating, but he would never lowered to apologize. Noticing his discomfort, the boy changed his expression: arrogant, jumped up points against the index.
"I wonder who thinks he is, but you're only a mussel flat as a board I bet I'll be better than you in the exercise!" said, so unexpectedly startled by them all three. What child
stupid and childish! Erect in all his stature and puffed out his chest in an unnatural manner, as if to flaunt her breasts that he had not, the girl accepted the challenge.
would not have lowered the ridge in front of such a blowhard, and his pride prevented her to renege on a word.
Without that no one understood the reason, the sensei chuckled.



had begun as his mania for gambling, then get in the game against the case, the risk involved and the resulting adrenaline never sated. Unable to accept defeat, he stared at his opponent with pride and sought revenge, sooner or later would have savored the taste of victory. Although the gain was nothing compared to the actual loss, the important thing was to win and save his face.
His career as a gambler was playing with a landslide victory; while waving the bell in front of Jiraiya's nose, attached to the pole like a sausage, was certain that fortune would never have abandoned. In reality, distorted and deformed that filtered through the pride felt there was no place for a single word of the sermon to Sarutobi-sensei, which states that it was better to lose some bets.
claimed were work, as if in front of Jiraiya could talk about cooperation. Orochimaru was a very unusual type, but at least showed seriousness, but Jiraiya had done nothing but scream, lead the blind shots and propose plans in which he covered more and more active and demanding role, although he was not able. That baby's ridiculous!
On the way home if he found himself on the side.
"Hey, Tsunade-hime !" he yelled, giving it that title in a tone of derision.
"We have already untied?" he is addressed, with equal contempt.
The boy did not answer with his hands behind his head adapting his own pace, then naturally ask if he went home.
"What do you care?"
"Like this .."
The girl quickened the pace, hoping to sow the silence was the most effective way to get rid of pests. Jiraiya the trotting side, whistling, rubbing her feet, muttering phrases left half and resorting to every trick he knew to be noticed. Eventually pulled from his pocket a piece of candy that had crushed all the air of having been forgotten there for a month.
"I took it because when Sarutobi-sensei told us not to eat I immediately knew there was something underneath.'m Smart, I am!" boasted, tapping his chest. With false nonchalance gave it to him, but Tsunade continued to ignore
"If you do not want you, I'll give it to Orochimaru." the threat, after taking the outstretched hand in vain for several minutes.
"Do as you like." cut short, at least it would go. Been inconsistent, the child is stuck in the soft mouth, but did not cease to follow it.
"I can make another bet with you?" he suggested, after thinking it over, attracted by the word as a fly to honey, Tsunade inadvertently raised his head.
"One day I can be your friend!" the challenge.
sarcastic, the stakeholders said with a shrug.
"Winning is all too easy."
"You'll see!"
Jiraiya was stubborn, proud Tsunade: neither of us wanted to lose, but if the stubbornness of the first led him only to overestimate their own ability, the pride of Tsunade underestimated those of others.
"I accept the bet."
As if it were already the victory in hand, Jiraiya smiled at her and had pieces of cake in his teeth.



Collaborate.
Sarutobi-sensei their repeated that word all the time, not realizing what could be difficult to do something like that to a girl proud as Tsunade. Work
amounted to step aside, defeating their personality according to another human being, until it merges with fellow transformed into one, three bodies perfectly coordinated with a brain in common. The Academy argued
old friends thought so because it was over the worst team, according Orochimaru was not wrong at all, but one day would become Jonin and could play the solo missions without brakes, so I might as well put up with. Seeing
speak, Jiraiya had darkened. Tsunade had not reported anything, was the main reason why work became a daily torture and would have died rather than reveal its weaknesses. With haughty air, merely pretend that the imbalance of their formation was dependent exclusively on him as stubborn as a mule, the boy was behaving the same way and every failure becomes a new opportunity to blame each other, insulting. The sensei warned them shaking his head sadly and indulgent egocentric children so they could not understand the meaning of collaboration, with the arrival of hardship and suffering would have been forced to mature, leaving aside their pride staff. Only then would become a true Ninja.
For a whole year, Tsunade had really wondered what he meant, in the meantime had become the most dangerous missions, and although it does not accoorgesse, to save his life he had learned to anticipate the moves of his companions without a word, offsetting own shortcomings in their abilities and vice versa. Denying the evidence, refused to admit it, apparently between her and Jiraiya is always the same relationship of hostility, but astute observers like Orochimaru and Sarutobi you noticed how their disputes are moving away from that definition, becoming playful bickering and accomplices . Specializing in medical, Tsunade cured cuts Comrade fuming, muttering that the other purpose would cause more pain than necessary.
Day after day, fortified his own personality on the wounds of Jiraiya, the boy had resigned before the price to pay, taking his company as a quick reward of suffering endured. Anyone else would have left that crazy business, but his stubbornness was matched only by the pride of Tsunade.
perseverance was rewarded when he was in real danger of life: if Orochimaru did not kill the enemy in his place would not survive the battle. Hearing that story, Tsunade's lips were curved downward, if he lost, maybe it would be failure: their skirmishes and the cheer was so clumsy that ended each time to bring the worst wounds, making her indispensable role on the team.
He would never have imagined, but he was fond of that blowhard.
"Are you okay?" had asked, approaching. Still shaken, the boy nodded in silence. Tsunade had opened her lips to reply, feeling again his face into a grimace. A second later, he left a cold and detached: "Thank Orochimaru."
Often she happened to utter sentences that did not belong; Jiraiya replied with a grunt, not knowing that when he opened his mouth, he intended to say: "I am happy."
He was still time to fix it, but pride, the same as the first had driven back the words in my mouth, held her mouth shut.
If Jiraiya had a little 'brain would understand his intentions, so any future misunderstanding would not have depended on her.
After that he stopped complaining openly about the companion from that painful experience had almost understood what it meant to work together.
He had no idea that the suffering would have been his greatest teacher of life.



Orochimaru and Tsunade had announced several times that after receiving the title of Jonin would carry out missions on their own, abandoning the team that no more that was an unnecessary burden, contrary to their predictions, the three were still together. After years of collaboration had not even need to see: behind a tacit agreement, the team Sarutobi continued to exist even without the guidance of the latter. Even Orochimaru in his rare moments of eloquence unfortunately admitted that he needed them, Jiraiya and Tsunade smiled, having endured his eyes for a split second, I teased her saying that without the treatment would not survive a while, so was forced to stay.
"I almost killed you and claims to be the one to save my life?" he laughed.
Since she grew breasts, titles as 'straight edge' had become meaningless, so Jiraiya had decided to replace them with appreciation vulgar and embarrassing, as a result of an attempt to observe naked at the spa she had beaten, unable to stay any longer, only to regret: not yet able to control his superhuman strength, he had reduced the dying. She went to visit him in hospital every day, but never apologize, too proud to take the first step, waiting for him to ask forgiveness for the first: after all, had he not tried to peek nothing is happening.
"If you treat so those that make you compliments, you'll be an old maid for life." he mumbled, barely able to speak, in his tone there was no sign of resentment. Now sure of being forgiven, Tsunade had last contract in the face of suffering a naive candor, almost childlike, as if expecting something.
"And you should change the way they express the compliments, if you want to find a woman."
Unexpectedly, the Jiraiya smiled.
"give me advice also? I just won that bet. Now I'm your friend ...?"
Despite the bold attitude, the way he dragged the last speech there was a note of uncertainty: he feared another rejection.
Tsunade's eyes widened, remembering suddenly that old challenge. Annoyed at losing, bit his lip looking for something edgy and offensive reproach, unexpectedly, did not she remembered nothing, saw the years spent together and understood to have left it to win, because he had beaten in the right way.
softened, smiled back.
"Your victory was well deserved." was welcomed, leaning on her bed to fix the pillows, eyes closed, the boy had smacked his lips, leaning out.
"Just a little kiss ..." she whispered, in response, Tsunade's tapped his forehead with his forefinger.
"You said friend." giggled; keep on their toes that way was for her a sort of revenge.
If it had not been blinded by pride would remember the advice of Sarutobi-sensei about the betting that it was better to lose.



"If you have nothing to do ... since we do not have anyone ... so I am free ... you go out with me?"
If Jiraiya had not alluded to his nonexistent love life and had placed the request after having boasted of an imaginary adventure with a beautiful girl but no one had ever noticed, perhaps Tsunade did not refuse the invitation. Or at least, not so hard.
He had nothing against him considered him a good friend and a nice guy and generous time in which the total contempt were far, in spite publish games to pretend to hate each other.
Yet feared to push their relationship beyond just friendship: his hubris concealed a great insecurity that prevented her from moving first. If betting to take the risk entailed only the possible loss of money, in real life it might suffer neglect, humiliation and injury.
He was afraid that Jiraiya was not reliable, then if the premises were those of a possible appointment, he imagined how it would play out: he would use to boast, perhaps inflating the events, and the first occasion, it was also capable of cheating on her.
Accustomed to demand the best, not satisfied with those clumsy and coarse requests for attention and flushed with anger and jealousy when he told her their appreciation of his way or other: idealization, the role of a boy he dreamed and fantasized about a hypothetical model perfect bond and impossible, collided with the harsh reality was refusing once again to work together to build together something solid and durable, fearing a failure, but especially for stubbornness. Wounded pride likened to seeing a lot of girls that lived in Konoha, even knowing full well that it had not, responded by using the only weapon in his possession, that of rejection, well aware of the humiliation it causes. Stubborn, the boy responded by behaving in an even worse, in a succession of teasing, and resentments small revenges for a few brief respite came up again, without looking for results to be as sweet and gentle as possible, but not stirred Tsunade: remembering an insignificant issue unrevenged still refuses, then repenting of your pout and hardness by observing that air those eyes cast down and sad. Full of remorse, but not renege on what was said, he expected that the next time would finally satisfied.
was sure that other opportunities have not failed to miss: someone like Jiraiya did not give up easily, reclining on that fleeting certainty to justify the excessive motions of pride that led it to use it as a toy by testing its ability to resist hiding behind the excuse that the next time both would find the right words. Knowing that she would be back soon, forgetting all unpleasant past, hugely inflated his ego, and together, the pride and stubbornness tend to destroy each other in a game in the massacre that generates only suffering and misunderstanding.
pocketed yet another rejection, Jiraiya spent his nights in seedy premises where no one asked him how old he was and drank, it was surprising to be able to laugh a vacuum, without thinking about anything, while the problems melted away in the warm, soporific vapors that had the 'impression from the ears come out purple. Staggered way home, sometimes vomiting along the way, he passed a closed door marked with a red lantern he had never dared to get in, but he often stopped, curious. Until one night, more demoralized than usual, and counted the money that remained, and with a quivering sigh, it was decided.
The next day he told everyone, especially to Tsunade, wanted them to report that he would rather go out with her a thousand times, but did not want to be teased.
was a stubborn, but he too had his pride.



The war led battles, battles claiming victims. And the losses, more numerous, were a source of untold suffering.
Until the death of his parents, Tsunade had not never pushed to look beyond the events that overwhelms Konoha, but before the brother that went around, asking innocently why mom and dad not coming home, he knew that war meant especially new responsibilities. Lacking even the courage to tell him that they were now orphans, paled at the prospect of taking care of him alone.
Annoyed by the countless questions, Orochimaru had bothered to partly solve the problem: without the slightest regard to choose the right words or modulate the tone of voice, he answered Nawak who had died far from the village and at best the Their corpses were found in a mass grave, the child had responded hitting and insulting, as if it were his fault, and ran away in tears ignoring the comforting words of her elder sister.
the evening had not yet come home. Concerned, Tsunade was out looking for him everywhere and that some had done something stupid she went to Jiraiya in the hope to find some 'help, given the situation, she had forgotten to be angry with him because of his latest exploits.
The boy had told her on the mouth with his forefinger, asking it to silence lay on the couch under a blanket, sleeping Nawak her cheeks streaked with tears. According to her account, she had caught him kicking a light pole and he turned aside to calm him, incredulous and crushed by the weight of events, Tsunade envied him: if the child had chosen to follow a semi-unknown rather than listen to her, as her older sister had a lot to learn.
"It is not difficult if you know how to take it. I like." had explained, receiving in reply the charge of being both the grand convinced you're never wrong. Indulgent, had offered to help again if I needed it.
way home was to bring him in her arms Nawak sleeper, but half way the girl asked for the change: it was a dead weight, but also warm, pulsing with life, with every breath and felt his breath tickle my cheek; Perhaps, in time, it would be fond of her.
Jiraiya held her hand under the arm to help it cope with the brother as he was not strong and probably did not need It's another excuse to touch her, but not bothered. It was strange to walk along the dark streets and deserted, despite the serene silence, with a sleeping child, he could not define what he felt and the scene was very different from its naive and unrealistic dreams, but she did not mind at all.
Nawak If he had not woken up at the end of the trip would embrace Jiraiya to thank him. Embarrassed, he was limited to a casual greeting, so there was always the next time .
few days later the team Sarutobi was sent on a mission in the village of Ame; Jiraiya remained For three years, in order to train a group of orphans without hope. Deprived of his help, had to take care of Tsunade Nawak alone.
But that was why she was missing.


"I could not remember how it was the sun ..."
phrases fact, monosyllabic words and looks distracted after a three-year separation, all of their progress seemed to vanish. Tsunade treated him like a stranger, shooting occasionally glances full of bitterness had taken the distance like a personal affront, almost a betrayal, and refused to forgive him. Instead of trying to clarify, punished him with silence, openly showing displeasure to his departure was equivalent to an explicit admission that he needed him.
Still shaken by the confrontation with the reality of Ame, the boy had stopped teasing, afraid to break that bond is still thin and fragile that united them, mistaking this maturation, Tsunade had come to doubt his interest in her, staring at him, wondering how, and especially with those who had spent all that time.
satisfied to observe from a distance, the Jiraiya was changed: it seemed to be the mother of Nawak, So the love that's reserved, surprised by the discovery of this hidden side of his character, he wondered if he had never been so sweet too with him. Maybe it was unable to prove it but, as he liked, was not only attracted by his appearance physical too materialistic to idealize it, was aware of his tough character, proud and hard, was launched in an idle, and then never hope to conquer it had been so feeble, yet did not give up. On their side had the stubbornness, the same tenacity that had brought him to succeed in reaching ability Orochimaru, the trick was patiently waiting for the right time and in the meantime, settle for the crumbs.
The unexpected and untimely death of Nawak forced them both to a hard collision with reality, Jiraiya had fought so Tsunade did not see that little body disfigured and burned almost beyond recognition, but was not heard. Shaken by the words of Orochimaru, Tsunade could not argue with sobs if not incomprehensible, as the night his brother had run away from home forgot all bitterness, throwing himself into the arms of Jiraiya. The suffering was able to dissolve even pride, reducing it to a silly whim, the boy was the only person who remained.
With a view clouded by her tears, she found herself at a table in a bar with a glass in hand the ability to empty more quickly than would be filled, clutching his companion's arm to cause him pain, because if he would be left plunged into darkness and solitude. Sometimes inconsistencies about Nawak mumbled, blaming his death therefore unable to hold it and repeating the allegations of Orochimaru, that his gift had made a further boost to leap into battle no matter the risks. With infinite patience Jiraiya was listening, perceiving the hidden meaning of those drunken delusions, and whispered in his ear words of comfort.
Shortly before dawn, took her at home, prevented from leaving it alone in those conditions, he would have stayed in another room if she had not begged him not to go in person, reproaching him for having abandoned once before. Disinhibited by alcohol, the words in ordinary conditions, weighed like boulders slid read his lips stained with tears and vomit. Reassuring, the boy was at its side, removing the hair from his brow sweaty and accompanying nausea outdoors if attacked by new, perhaps someone else would take advantage of her condition, but Jiraiya was not unreliable as everyone believed. Grating
aid, Tsunade promised himself that next time would return the favor.
A week later, emerging from a meeting on the outcome of the war, he met Dan



Ambitious as he was stubborn and discreet as Jiraiya Jiraiya was noisy, Dan personified the ideal guy that Tsunade had always wanted. He offered to take her home without being intrusive and the first had told of the death of sister and dreams of becoming Hokage and the girl was reflected in those words, opening as it had never happened with Jiraiya: security to be heard and understood her pride is at rest, satisfied.
From every point of view of their relationship could be said to be perfect, protected from the risks, Tsunade had loved him unconditionally hand in hand, went along with the graves of their relatives, sharing the same suffering. After a few months already started planning the wedding.
Resigned, Jiraiya muttered angrily as a child that Dan had the air of girl for him then to reiterate that women had as many as you wanted, but wondering what we are to Orochimaru Tsunade in a guy like that. Seconded, the boy retorted that at least Dan had a brain.
Although intended only to be caustic, Orochimaru did not differ much from reality: Jiraiya was still terribly childish and, compared to Dan, is no match, alone and in need of certainty, Tsunade merely chose one that offered more guarantees.
If Dan had not died, would probably have held the position of Hokage, Tsunade if she could stop the damn bleeding, aged would be side by side.
The blood smeared hands, still disgustingly hot, red, sticky substance that he hated a pungent smell coming out from his body continuously without stopping, killing him. He hated its function of vital necessity for man, hated to hear it flowing into their veins, he hated being forced to endure every month, she hated him so much to get to be afraid. Without any logic, sobbing that blood gliel'avesse away.
sincerely sorry, Jiraiya had remained close during the funeral, unlike previously suffered bereavement, Tsunade had not sought his comfort. Confused, he pretended not to see it: would not stand by its possible applications for which even she herself knew the answers.
Dan's death was the defeat of all his ambition, consider again Jiraiya meant to take note, head down and start over. Should have provide explanations and excuses for their misbehavior and at the same time, betraying the memory of the dead boyfriend.
He avoided leaving home to escape the gaze of others who, conscious of being wrongly perceived as accusers. Konoha itself seemed to shrink, reducing the size of a cell in which there was no place for excuses and mitigating circumstances behind which was always hidden, for fear of an examination of conscience chose to wallow in their misery, trapped in a constant reminder of Dan and of Nawak.
If the past was suffering, this was pride, a hubris that choked up to plagiarize, preventing it is to face reality. Unable to resist that climate any longer, she ran away from Konoha without a trace.
Surrounded by strangers, he was again free to walk tall: had no idea what was hiding behind that strange gambler who, without ever having risked life, bet without the least fear of losing.
too proud to rectify their mistakes, he had decided to cut two in their lives, apparently seemed to work, yet continued to tremble at the sight of blood. Took refuge in alcohol, instead of diluting the suffering strains, solidifying those who had only vague shapes spectra; drunk Tsunade sobbed that she was to leave it.
not unbuttoned further: if Shizune had sensed that he was not referring to Dan, he would have convinced her to go home, even the brakes in the intoxication of pride could not afford to loose. Until
was far away, the appearance was safe, and his pride was nourished by appearances, never satiated.



The years had not brought any sign on his body, but behind the appearance of hidden were twenty fifty years of experience, the suffering they had hardened and embittered character, making it incredibly cynical and calculating. Disowned its roots, Tsunade moved from town to town, no home, friends and any form of bond that could cause her pain. Remained the only Shizune, who had become a student and employed in his only confidant, loyal and patient to keep him company, comprised of its decisions and, where appropriate, left in peace.
for those seeking to deny their past memories, sharp as many years before, abandoned him, tormenting each time submerged in debt planned to play the series of the grandfather of heirloom Shodaime Hokage and owned by Dan and Nawak, that 'oggettino seemingly insignificant was contained in the whole of Konoha and why he had abandoned. Not having ever run a serious risk, could not play what she remembered the results of their cowardice, and so, as if you autoinfileggesse an exemplary punishment, he continued to bring the link between what was and what was in that this infinite in which he had fled without aging, in a futile attempt to delay the arrival of the future.
She would never expect to see Orochimaru so suddenly, nor to receive such a proposal on his part, was not at all surprised, however, not to find it changed at all: they were like as kids, refusing to cooperate, and as adults they both decided to stop time maintaining his body forever young. Among all three, Jiraiya was the only one who had the courage to grow old.
He never wanted to meet him, especially after Orochimaru had promised to make his own past, did not want to listen to while proposing to put at the head of a village which was now mostly disinterested and did not want to look into the eyes that child who had the noisy side, so like Nawak . Carrying it turned out to be more subtle and clever than Orochimaru, but certainly not at its height had not only challenged to understand how little she cared for Jiraiya Konoha: intended to provide the hard lesson that she had spent years to learn, show that for those who work, as ranting about becoming Hokage and defend the village was not even able to learn a jutsu to protect himself. If he had beaten was ready to give up the necklace, because before such a determination and skill to its previous sufferings were nothing more than nothing, and the memory of Dan and Nawak would have been better in his hands.
In any event, the victory was a foregone conclusion.
If he had learned from previous experiences, he pointed out that although such a stubborn as Naruto excessively overestimated their abilities, his pride led her to underestimate those of others, which is why he lost a bet on the outcome already decided.
Jiraiya the token, obsessed that he does not accept the deal with Orochimaru, if she had hardened while still young, he had remained a child even though immature he had aged. He had abandoned the previous habits, complimenting its beauty and recalling even after they had fifty years now, seated next to her, she behaved just like when they were boys. He was trying to recapture the past but now lost, hypocritical, he had the courage to do the moral pouring drugs into the sake, the woman feels no guilt.
It was decided to accept the proposal received, but faced with the real possibility of revising the people he loved had recalled their dream to protect Konoha at all costs: they would never have accepted a new life for hundreds of deaths. Her love for his village had survived, perhaps hidden in the series that failed to play. Overshadowed by anger and suffering, had never switched off entirely, before the bravery of Naruto, for the first time, Tsunade was ready to risk something other than money, even life itself.
stopped his bleeding, he understood that it can be still useful to Konoha, and if the bodies of Dan and Nawak were only dust, she could at least resurrect their dream by making their own.
To be able to move it, Naruto had deserved that necklace, she tried not kissing him in front of a grudge for losing the bet: just like Jiraiya, he had won the victory by beating loyalty.
He did not get back their past, but moving towards Konoha felt the presence of Nawak revived in Naruto, for a neutral association of ideas, was also connected to Jiraiya Dan
Maybe he should apologize for abandoning him, but at that moment there was no need to reopen a wound now healed . The next time
would have remedied.



was deemed strong and indestructible as the statue of his face carved into the rock, the whole left the matter in the hands of Konoha Tsunade, was considered the pillar on which hung the village, which will solve every problem. The woman had fully understood when he saw the pink haired girl, naive but determined, begging her to teach her the art of medicine, as taking refuge under his wing when he could find the strength to bring him home he loved. Tsunade did not imagine that the person was not fit to breathe the courage, the legend that its resources were infinite certainty was a seductive and illusory, as soothing as fake, a bit 'as his next time .
had ceased to wait for that fateful day in vehemence with which he had marked in his youth, often overwhelmed by the duties of the role of Hokage, ended even to forget, while Jiraiya openly attended other women. Now fifty years old and resigned, both traveled different roads, they met infrequently and always for reasons related to the missions, but they were able to understand each other with few words, as long as a gesture or a joke not too froze the atmosphere.
seemed that their relationship was not destined to evolve, yet when he left to train Naruto, she had felt the lack. Before leaving, but had risen to greet her, without looking in his eyes, it was usually limited to dismiss him, as if it were a normal mission, there was no point wasting time in tearful farewells, considering that he would return soon.
engaging in other activities as possible to keep the mind occupied, Tsunade had waited his return hopelessly trusting in future occasions, three years after he had concealed happiness find him behind the formal speeches on the progress of Naruto and the Akatsuki. Jiraiya has proved he does not consider it nothing but an old girlfriend whose beauty tempted him, so to say too much would be unnecessarily risky and, still reeling from previous experiences, he refused to order established strong ties for fear of losing them immediately. Taking root in the fertile soil of habit and stability, the seed of pride grew more lush than ever; Tsunade preferred to live with uncertainty and hope for a better future, this in vivo if Jiraiya reminded her age, and, consequently, the little time that remained. Instead of rushing, persevered in the hope of a next time. If
Jiraiya had not asked so insistently for a drink, Tsunade probably would have sent on a mission after a discussion in the study sull'Akatsuki Hokage, under ordinary circumstances would never give in to a similar invitation, but at that moment was sufficient to state that he was right to accept: that was really not a lot of drinking sake together. In front of the precarious situation that suggested the imminent war, his pride was almost serene, so leaving them to think with clarity: Jiraiya himself had offered to spy on the moves Akatsuki, but once discovered the hideout of the leader ' Tsunade organization became aware of how much risk he had run. It was the Hokage the task of making a shield to protect the village from hundreds of Shinobi that missions are dangerous, except in case of an attack from within, his duties were limited to the bureaucracy and coordination, there is nothing to do with espionage in a foreign land, if Jiraiya had been in his place would never have planned to go alone against an unknown force from the Ninja. Trying to infuse courage with a subsequent drop of alcohol, the woman apologized for the first time in his life, Jiraiya laughed, interrupting what was supposed to be the beginning of an endless series of requests for forgiveness. Unlike the usual, Tsunade was not bothered by that exit out of place: by avoiding the humiliation, as always had forgiven her. Leaving the original speech
ripercorsero together his past, lost in painful memories, those unexpected apology had broken the last barrier that separated them, bringing them closer in sufferings. Meanwhile, Tsunade drank beyond any reasonable limit: distorted by confusion, its the fault appeared less severe. He had calculated that
tanned like that would not find reasonable arguments to stop it, playing the last card in his possession, confessed they did not want to miss. On the verge of tears was abandoned altogether, he had dropped any defense that was left and, after repenting quell'inopportuno reference to Dan, had returned to the usual hardness would never want to call it stupid, but hit the target, was protected by this insult not just to tell him the truth.
If Jiraiya had got the answer we expect, perhaps would never have started, flattered by the spontaneous revelation, the woman offered to bet on his death. Thanks to this method was able to become his friend, was worth groped luck a second time, had it not been interrupted in mid-sentence would also set an appropriate reward, but did not want to destroy the few who clung to the hope with yet another, unequivocal denial. To receive would have enough time to return: instead of pushing it to surrender, over the years had strengthened, the steadfastness brought some results, otherwise she would never offer to help meet you. It was just keep going and never give up: after all, was a stubborn.
had to thank its obstinacy, that even in very desperate situations kept him confident against Tsunade, was certain to win.
Watching the rain fall, Tsunade was waiting for him, agitated to see him while he was willing to lose the bet: in the confusion, the man had changed the subject and gone into the last word had to teach him a lesson.
was too proud to leave a question open: As soon as he returned he removed all that nonsense about the fortified through the wastes as the argument, even a stubborn as he would be happy to see each other contradicted.
reason she had come back and she was waiting for him, even an idiot like he could understand it.
For many years he had waited until the next time , on his return, he would have made the right occasion.
Even Jiraiya was so stupid to ruin it.


***




Tsunade drank.
As stunned, had maintained a vague perception of reality: at times he wondered how many bottles he had purchased, how long was sitting there and how many people were around to look, though can not maintain the correct account, the word too provided the answer to every question. Still did not get up.
Many years before, Jiraiya had led in that space to help combat the pain of the death of Nawak: even at that time refused to get up if not clutching his arm, now that there was no arm support her, she had nothing to cling to the wood. Out of that room warm, bright and confusing awaited the darkness of night, deserted streets to be traveled alone, without having to endure tasteless jokes and clumsy attempts to approach. He had repeated all the time to stop, to end it, should rejoice essersene released.
Jiraiya was right in saying that he had never been happy.
stifled a sob with another drink, loneliness was waiting outside, but had no money until the meeting could have delayed further orders.
Suffering instead did not wait: he was sitting nearby, in the place he once occupied Jiraiya, and grinned satisfied.
In the end, had won. Tsunade had believed to be able to work around, relying exclusively on their own pride had shown the most convenient way, in which not enough risk to be protected, deceit, deceitful. He had disappeared once performed its task, ceased to protect with that barrier of hardness does not provide an excuse, Mitigating and justifications, no such hearing was nothing but an ordinary woman, alone and drunk.
Pride was a traitor, a double agent, for years had distorted the reality and had put words in my mouth that would never want to say, the illusion of being safe.
looked a bit 'to alcohol, perhaps that was why he was not able to stop drinking. Continued to swallow that a surrogate for their own downfall, hating and dependent on it at the same time, somehow helped her, dulling any sensation.
Suffering, by contrast, was brutally honest, as Tsunade pretended not to hear the whispered tirelessly why did not risk it pride that she called was none other than fear.
had always been a coward: all his actions had been dictated by fear of failing, of being judged, and if they had not failed to hide his tears in front of Naruto.
He would never have imagined, but Jiraiya was proud, that for years had called blind stubbornness was pride, the best thing, by which he had never given up. The real point of pride was a virtue, and without, would not have endured all these years.
probably had also accepted death calmly; Tsunade could not know, but wanted to believe it. While agreeing that it would have been wrong, did not intend to listen to the insinuations of suffering, that man had hated until his last breath.
against him Tsunade had always won. It was his philosophy of life: even if the actual gain was nothing compared to the loss, the important thing was to win and save his face.
Among the fumes of alcohol, he remembered the teachings of Sarutobi-sensei about the betting that it was better to lose; Jiraiya had arrived before her. He had spent
that interminable day cursing at the sight of children playing together, couples and families serene clumsy, stumbling in trying to get up, now aware that no one would have sustained the most overlooked, even Tsunade cursed their pride lied to them, failing to be one of the many masks of fear.
was time to go out to face the loneliness. Inexplicably, she felt no fear: the pain was at his side and would never abandoned, as it seemed she was not alone. Lacking a
next time to wait, he needed company.







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