Somewhere out there, someone else was walking into work with the same kind of bone-creaking relief that Kankuro was experiencing, he was sure of it. He couldn’t be the only one seeing work as a refuge. Because home was certainly not safe. Not with his brother cooing at all the different spiders and the threat of Naruto showing up eminent.
It was a near thing though. He almost didn’t find a replacement for his shift yesterday, but Chizu was all too happy to switch for a Saturday off. Which left Kankuro with a full shift of constant dishes and a different shift manager.
For several hours, Kankuro blanked out. He roused himself out of the exhausted daze only when he realized someone was grabbing a dirty mug out of his hand. He blinked and made a half-hearted attempt to take it back.
“Sabaku-san,” the very tall manager said. “Your shift ended 15 minutes ago.”
At first, he didn’t know why he was awake. Hell, he wasn’t even sure what his name was, never mind what time it was. Then he heard the ringing of his cell and he rolled over, arm snaking out and silencing it.
For a moment there was peace, and he dropped back asleep.
Only for the ringing to drag him up again with a vengeance.
Jo: Aaand again with the “withered beneath him” bit.
Jo: That little story was roughly written anyway, so I’m not surprised that got in there.
Jo: I’m tempted to make a porn featuring a man who turns into a b-horror mummy when his prostate is stimulated.
Jo: Maybe I’ll learn to draw better and draw a comic of a man having sex with a mummy. The caption will read “he withered beneath him” and it will go viral on tumblr.
Jo: Worse case of erectile dysfunction ever.
Jo: I’ll get hate mail. I just know it.
I stopped reading this particular story after that.
Yes, I did point it out in a review. No, I’m still not going back.
Something light and silly that doesn’t require much thought or devotion. Or plot. And not porn.
And not anywhere near connected to or mentioning genocide.
I’ll leave that for the more serious stories.
[Edit: Oh, holy shit. I wrote, but that was not light. Not silly. Not thoughtless. That was 1500 words of 95% Kanda Yuu rant set in the Depths ‘verse (I can’t post it anywhere yet as it’s part of the story beyond what is published so far). I guess I needed the stress relief…]
I read a lot of porn. Straight up, yes, lots of sex happens in the text that I read. Lots of happy happy fanfiction of characters who would never get in bed with each other, doing just that. And yet. Yet. There are times I wished they really hadn’t. Because ‘wither’.
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.