Konoha Ninja Novels & Stories

Riko nodded to her son. “I, Hibiki Ryū Konishi, take you Yūri Aiko Hatake, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part." Hibiki smiled, holding my hands in his. “The rings.” Riko nodded at her husband.

The second man nodded and they both straitened, their matching set of green eyes turning on us. "We thought it appropriate to brief you together since that's how you'll be working." It was the other man that spoke, the one that looked slightly younger than the grey haired monk, though his reddish curls had started to recede, revealing an egg shaped scull. We both nodded, and their gaze turned to me. "Have you been inside Quanu before?" "Yes." "Do you have any connections there?" "Yes." "Who?" I shot an uneasy glance at Burney who nodded.

She was also the right A****n for the job. The Golden Mare had finally gotten in touch with Katrina. Together with Buffy, they wrangled a forty woman combat team of SD plus fighters from Houses Ishara and Durga (from Indonesia) together to send as aid to the ninja. It sounded like a tear-drop in the ocean. Katrina insisted it wasn't. The ninja wanted to keep their war as secret as possible.

Time flew and by the time they finally peeled away from each other, the rest of the hunters had dispatched, leaving the two standing alone. “Best of friends,” Nneamaka said, smiling weakly. “You remembered,” Ejima chuckled. She turned behind and realized just then that the rest of the hunters had left them. “We don’t need them,” Nneamaka whispered and took her hands, “We need us. We would do this together, like old times.” “Like old times,” Ejima nodded but the leaves that were crushed under the weight of something, from the right hand of the forest, got their attention. However, their curiosity eased out when they saw the braided hair.

At ten that night, I ran up to the room and changed into my fighting clothes. I cleaned the cut on my leg, even though it wasn't deep and barely hurt at all. I hitched my hair up into a high ponytail and grabbed my converse before leaving the room with Chey and Deidra following closely behind.

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

When Shane nodded, she pulled several coils of colored rope from underneath her chair. Shamira's soul was smiling. This was SO staged, but she did not care. Banshee was a master (or mistress, if you will) of Kinbaku, a very beautiful, artistic form of Japanese bondage. Dessert was brought out as Banshee painstakingly removed Shamira's current bonds only to replace them with a web of brightly colored rope. By the time the Japanese woman was done, it looked as if Shamira, on her knees, had tried to push her way through a spider's web.

I asked, taking advantage of the situation. “Sure,” Hikari snapped his finger and within seconds, around fifty of his spies jumped out of thin air. I gaped at them with wide eyes, “do you always have an army around you? Where exactly do they hide?” “They are ninjas. They have trained a lot to be my hidden army,” he said with a proud smirk. “Luna’s orders are my orders.” He said and all of them formed a few groups and within ten to fifteen minutes they were gone with the bombs. Their level of organisation and teamwork was kind of scary.