This is kind of a sequel to Blooming Rain and yet more of an adaptation. BR was set in an AU, but with this story, I’ve brought it back to canon setting. Though, it’s still my version of canon. >.>
You will probably want to read BR before you crack open this one as I’m still referring to the events of BR.
Warning: Spoilers about the Uchiha massacre. Even if the story is non-massacre. And a bit about Gaara’s history. If you don’t know his history by now, you need to get caught up.
Walking into work should never feel this good. Nor this fulfilling. Sakura grinned and waved at the familiar faces anyway as she strode through the main sliding doors and nearly skipped on her way to her office. Her wonderful, tidy, small, standard office of white walls, plain binders, and utilitarian floor tiles.
Oh man, I’ve missed normal boring unappreciated work. Continue reading
I haven’t read this yet, but I’m sure I will. Because dear lord, I think I’m going to die laughing. Or cringing. One of the two.
(Look at those tags!)
I posted last night’s chapter… and Ariel points out that I’ve misspelled Gai-sensei’s name.
So the first thing I do after getting home from work is go in and correct the mistake in both the blog and the FFN posting. *sigh* My life is so hard.
On another note — Holy crapballs! The blog hit a high of 104 views yesterday night!
Hinata had just walked into the kitchen when she saw the new hire’s elbow nudge the stack of plates. Unfortunately for Kankuro-kun, she was too far away to help as the stack crashed down.
“Crap.” Kakuro sighed as he stared down at the minor mountain of shattered porcelain. Out in the serving area, they heard several chuckles. “Sorry, boss!” he called out, nudging the pile with his foot.
“That’s coming out of your paycheck,” the owner sang out cheerfully. Continue reading