Some day, this will be a "Last.fm/NetFlix/Amazon for web fiction" (both original and fanfiction) where you can search across many different hosting sites or rate what you've read and get recommendations. However, life keeps throwing more urgent projects my way, so I don't know when it'll be ready.
Story Rating:
“Speaking of Kankuro...” Naruto spoke up, before pointing towards a confused looking Jiraiya. “He's the guy that writes Icha Icha.”
“... What?” Gaara blinked slightly before that dull gaze turned onto Jiraiya, staring with a cold glint as he studied the man.
“Normally, I'd be proudly boasting about it,” Jiraiya noted as he slowly inched backwards. “But, judging by the fact that he told you, and that I vaguely recall him mentioning that name in a less than good light... I'm going to guess that you're not a fan?”
“My brother is.” Gaara stated flatly, coldly as he glared at the man before he raised his hand, a stream of sand rising out of his gourd at his direction. “For what you have done to him, I will destroy you.”
“Oh, hell.” Jiraiya paled visibly as he quickly hopped away from the first impact of the sand crashing down on the spot him'd been an instant before. Twisting his body around, he thrust an accusatory finger towards Naruto. “You did this on purpose!”
“Well, duh.” Naruto stared back at the man as if what he'd said was the most obvious thing in the world. “I mean, seriously... Where's the downside? It gives Gaara something do...”
“For which I thank you.” Gaara filled in as he guided another series of sand spears towards Jiraiya. “Boredom... is less than pleasant.”
“... And it keeps you off my back, so where's the downside?”
Bondage Style, Chapter 18
Collection Size: 43642 entries (Last Updated: Mon Oct 17 22:44:07 2022)
Note: This uses my personal collection.
The odd quote may only be noteworthy to me but please do use the flag
() button in the quote box
if you see any mis-filed or obviously broken entries.
