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Wake Up Angels Chapter 2
Chapter 2! I DONT OWN NARUTO!
But I do own these characters and the plot so unless I give you permission please dont use my characters or plot but I do not own the songs in this
Beckki: I have to go back now ive been wishing to go back to konoha and see them again .
You thought as you walked around the Base of the Akatsuki
???: What are you doing
You spun around to see Leader-sama in front of you
Beckki: Oh uh Leader-sama I uh was just thinking
Pein: Oh ok well dont think of going back to Konoha because we need your Jinkuri
Beckki: * panic* oh ok umm uh wouldnt even try going!
You go to find Emi and Shidonii but you run into Konan and Tobi. Konan scolding Tobi for something obviously stupid considering tobi just joined ..
Wake Up Angels
Wake Up Angels! Chapter 1 (character intro) I DO NOT OWN NARUTO
Jurikin: 2 tailed cat
Kekegenki: resides in the eyes you can see the future to about 2 hrs ahead in battle
History: lost parents at age 1 and you lived on your own since
Brother is Sasori no danna and Deidara
Personality: crazy and weird
Eyes: Brown Hair: Brown Village: Leaf Height: 4 7 (short X sigh X )
Jurikin: 5 tailed lepord
Kekegenki: you can see through anything (Emily evilish grin X Me: X anime sweat drop X
History: lost your mom and dad clan at age 7 and lived w the hokage (5th)
Personality: Random and crazy (or weird) tough
Eyes: Hazelish brown Hair:brown Heigh 5 0
Jurikin: 8 tailed tiger
Kekegenki: resides in the brain you can know the opponents thoughts and you have the sharingan
History: Brother killed off clan when you were young and you were left with Sasuke as yur brother
Personality: uhhh well lest just s
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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