|The freakish offspring of NaruTema, KibaTen, NaruIno, GaaHina, LeeAnko, ShinoSaku, DeiHina, ShikaAnko, ItaSaku, SasuHina, NejiIno, ChouTema, ShikaHina, and KankuHina.|
Subjective Humanity, Ch. 20One of the first things Captain Nara designed in his prototype ship, to precisely no one's surprise, was comfortable, home-y living quarters for himself and his crew. They may be living and working in the cold deadness of space, but they didn't have to be constantly reminded of it.Subjective Humanity, Ch. 20 by SpammishRice
Yet as soft as his deer suede couch was, or how plush the dense-pile carpeting was, Shino noticed his longtime friend was sitting like he was on a spiked bench.
The Aburame himself was situated cozily in a rather deep armchair, elbows on the rests and fingers clasped in front of his face, quietly observing his captain over the rims of his dark glasses. Not that Shikamaru would've noticed his audience, since he was staring raptly at his and Shino's communicators sitting silently next to each other on the coffee table.
He could understand his old friend's anxiety and frustration-because of their rank and deep involvement in the bio-android project, they were deemed invaluable, nearl
Subjective Humanity, Ch. 19They weren't even a full day off the boat and trouble was amiss already. Tenten had just received word from both Kiba and Captain Nara himself that not only were there known Sound associates prowling the Allied Space Station, but that the bio-androids were also roaming about as unknowing prey. And just to put on the pressure, they were relying entirely on the three reconnaissance team members already on the Station to find them and bring them back to dock immediately. She understood it was for subtlety's sake: She, Lee, and Moegi had previously-established and legitimate reasons for being there, and Shikamaru wanted to delay word spreading of the Keima's docking by not sending out a fully-armed search party.Subjective Humanity, Ch. 19 by SpammishRice
The brunette sucked in her lips and took a deep calming breath. For all his skill, ambition, and battle-savvy, Lee was not subtle. At all.
"TENTEN, WE MUST COMMENCE OUR SEARCH FOR THE FAIR LADIES OF HYUUGA AND
Domestication: ShikaHinaSasuTitle: DomesticationDomestication: ShikaHinaSasu by BlueQuartzFoxy
Notes: For Spammy- in honor of completing her ANBU OT3 set.
The door cracked opened, just enough of a sliver for brown eyes to peer inside. Even though it was dark, Shikamaru could see two small bodies peacefully sleeping on their beds. Good. Kids were in bed. But, only half-way there. The six month old still might be awake needing to be changed, fed, or a billion other thing that can cause discomfort to a baby. Still, it would be heaven if things worked out...
Then, a loud clatter in the kitchen, followed by cursing. All in all, not a good sign of things to come. With a heavy sigh, the Nara left the hallway, turning right into the kitchen.
"Watch your step. Milk." a male voice said, the tone on teetering on being very annoyed. He glanced down, then skirted around the pale puddle on the kitchen floor.
"Please tell me that's the powdered stuff."
Dark eyes rose up to meet his, "It's not." Sasuke s
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