

The BeastThis Beast- It came and cut and coiled around me. And when I thought Its grasp had loosened, It cut and coiled much more. I cannot fight It. Its battle is not with me. I must bear Its coiling and cuts. The scars accumulate. I have become deformed and grotesque. Regret fills my mind. Why couldn't I have fought It? Why couldn't I prevent Its arrival?The Beast
Why did I waste so much time?


On Edge Ch.3Chapter 3: The Deal Jiraiya was a well-known man in Konoha. He was the headmaster at Konoha Boarding School and writer of the world famous Ichi-Ichi Paradise, an erotic book series in which many men took interest. Even though these made him very popular around town, what he was most known for was his involvement in the Konoha Yakuza, the largest yakuza gang in the country. The gang had a peaceful existence, except when emergencies turned the whole town into a battle field. Jiraiya was the second most powerful person in the yakuza only below in status to the boss, Tsunade. Tsunade earned the title of the 5th Boss four years previously whOn Edge Ch.3


On Edge Ch.2Chapter 2: The Meeting At 7:24 pm a voluptuous woman by the name of Tsunade made her way to the bus stop to meet her childhood friend and lover, Jiraiya, like she did every Saturday night. While she waited for the bus to arrive, she pondered on the possibility of whether or not Jiraiya and herself would ever settle down and start a family. She was nearing her mid-forties and was starting to worry that this notion would never be possible. After a few more moments of musing on the subject, the 7:40 bus to 22nd Street arrived. She proceeded to her regular seat but found it filled by a rather large, blanket-covered lump. Not being in the beOn Edge Ch.2


On Edge Ch.1On Edge Chapter One: A Dimly Lit Room In the middle of a dimly lit room, stood two men. The first wore a black suit with his shirt partially opened and with sunglasses on the tip of his nose. His dirty blond, shoulder length hair was pulled back into a pony tail. He seemed quite relaxed despite the fact that the tension in the room was so thick one could cut it with a butter knife. The other was wearing torn jeans with a white tank top that revealed the numerous tattoos running down his arms. A green beanie covered his scruffy black hair. Unlike his close by acquaintance, this man was quite discomforted and fidgeted from sidOn Edge Ch.1
| I have no id. Oh noes |
Damn though, I swear I was... ;w;
apparently not.
BUT NOW I AM.
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I AM THE SASU TO YOUR NARU, ~SaphGuske
(icon made by future girlfriend. COUGHCOUGH)
A few of my friends know you...who are you?
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Expired milk, ready to be poured down the drain.
You guys sharing an account?
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Expired milk, ready to be poured down the drain.
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Expired milk, ready to be poured down the drain.
i'm that dorky girl who wears the... the... o.o uniform at prep! yea! muahahaha, & now i shall watch you on here
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"If you care for others, then dispense with pity and sacrifice and recognize the value in letting them fight their own battles. And when they triumph, they will be even stronger for the victory." -Kreia
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