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  <title>one more night</title>
  <subtitle>dark little heaven at the top of the stairs</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Kugutsushi no Kankurou</name>
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  <updated>2007-09-28T23:22:32Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:short_strings:4295</id>
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    <title>[the aftertaste is gonna break my heart]</title>
    <published>2007-09-28T23:22:32Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-28T23:22:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="7"&gt;NOT GONNA GO T'SOME STUPID FESTIVAL.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;RE: Sunagakure Council of Elders: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These're my balls. Suck 'em. Fall's comin' in Konoha an' that means &lt;i&gt;cold&lt;/i&gt;. I don't DO cold. Find someone else t'look pretty for th' other countries (I vote Temari); I'm gettin' hitched for you bastards. Don't push your luck. You all might've been great nin back in th' day, but one good push an' your hips'll snap. You're real fragile an' top-heavy. Th' tower's got a &lt;i&gt;lotta stairs.&lt;/i&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like nothin' really changed when I was out in th' desert doin' my thing. I return crabbier, tanner, smellier, an' maybe even a lil' stronger. It's a tossup, since I'm pretty damn dehydrated an' I feel all---all &lt;i&gt;wrung out.&lt;/i&gt; S'weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For th' record: haven't been mopin', not up ta talkin', not buyin' th' first round, enough said. PS, anyone willin' ta read over a coupla chapters of &lt;i&gt;Cankuroh an' Buta: Th' Death of th' Swine&lt;/i&gt; for me? It's a real page-turner.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:short_strings:4095</id>
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    <title>[so pretty in white, pretty when you're faithful]</title>
    <published>2007-08-05T01:22:59Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-05T01:22:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Gaara, never mind th' note I left you. Get th' marriage set up. I don't give a shit. If I don't have a choice, I don't fuckin' have a choice. I get it. I need...a break. Nurses cleared me an' shit, so I'm gonna be out trainin' for a while. I'll be back eventually, unless I die of dehydration an' shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's jus' a fuckin' woman. Her name's Umeko. She's quiet. Real pretty. Civilian---c'n you believe it? Me an' a civilian. She doesn't have a CLUE what I do in th' field. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna walk all over her, an' the council won't even care so long as we smile good for th' villagers an' that pretty face don't end up too bruised. She'll be my &lt;i&gt;property&lt;/i&gt;, after all, an' a man c'n do whatever he wants t'do with his property.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:short_strings:3705</id>
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    <title>[hello darkness my old friend]</title>
    <published>2007-08-02T03:31:44Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-02T03:31:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It didn't take th' council long, now did it. I almost gotta wonder WHERE they found her. Apparently, she's got a helluva lot of money an' she hasn't heard anythin' but &lt;i&gt;good things&lt;/i&gt; 'bout me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gettin' married in November. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaara? We need ta talk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;NOW.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:short_strings:3355</id>
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    <title>[i drink, therefore i am]</title>
    <published>2007-07-07T23:05:03Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-07T23:05:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh fine. Sure. You all go out an' drink when I've VOWED TA TH' NURSES that I won't drink 'til I'm off painkillers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS FOR MAKIN' ME FEEL LIKE ONE OF TH' GROUP.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:short_strings:3141</id>
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    <title>[and we were done-done-done with all the fuck-fuck-fucking around]</title>
    <published>2007-05-31T02:58:06Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-31T02:59:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm up an' about again. An' sober, ta boot! Whaddya know. Sober enough t'find that scorpion left in my bed this mornin'---who's keen on killin' me &lt;i&gt;now?&lt;/i&gt; Thankfully, th' little bugger decided not ta ADD ta th' poison I've got in my system already, an' I caught it, milked it, an' named it Supatto an' put it in a lil' box. So, cute attempt would-be killer: cute, but you gotta get up pretty early in th' mornin' t'outwit me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speakin' of early in th' mornin', I need ta catch you before your meetin's tomorrow, Gaara. I wanted t'know how things've been goin' in that search for that little stuffed fox you lost. Y'know th' one I'm talkin' 'bout---scrawny, squinty, kinda ugly? I hear th' fox is bein' missed in Konoha, so I need ta talk t'you 'bout what you want my department t'do about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh. An'. Uh. Ino. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what t'say ta you, but I thought I should at least mention you. So hi.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:short_strings:2945</id>
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    <title>[why'd you have to be so hard and cold?]</title>
    <published>2007-05-12T07:17:50Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-12T07:17:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">See in suna, aftercare is puttin' th' patient in their own bed 'cause th' hospital fills up too damned quick an' they need th' space so other people c'n die in a clean bed with sheets an' shit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. Movin' back ta my room tomorrow.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this palmwine's cALLING MY NAME TONIGHT. IT SAYS KANKUROU YOU JACKASS IM YOUR BEST FRIEND an' I say yes bottle of palmwine-san you are my only friend :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shh I'm not s'posed ta wake Neji up. HE'LL PROLLY BE GRUMPY</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:short_strings:2635</id>
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    <title>[i know i'm not deserving of your trust right now ]</title>
    <published>2007-03-27T17:07:38Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-27T17:08:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temari,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kankurou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ino,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you tomorrow. I'll find you, believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Kankurou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck. My. Life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only been three days since that weird...religious...guy?...came, but it still feels like th' weeks're spiralin' down 'til he comes again. I en't gonna lie. It makes me nervous ta think what this guy's got planned, what he's hidin'. Who---or what---he's workin' for. Gaara hasn't said anythin' since th' man left, but I've got th' feelin' that this is Big. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need ta talk with Temari. Yeah, we've got th' whole thing set up with Naruto tomorrow, but maybe I c'n get a conversation in before or after. I don't know what t'think. He seemed serious, but---we en't gonna convert, or whatever th' hell it was he wanted. I can't say I'm a fan of organizations---th' Akatsuki still leaves a pretty sour taste in my mouth.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...An' then there's &lt;i&gt;Ino&lt;/i&gt; ta think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain doesn't like mullin' over shit like this...&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:short_strings:2558</id>
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    <title>[and if we are just friends...]</title>
    <published>2007-02-16T06:47:43Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-16T06:47:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Sai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop readin' my mail. I don't care if you're sp'osed ta 'r not; &lt;i&gt;don't mail me back&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mail letters ta Ino 'cause I wanna talk ta her. You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless &lt;i&gt;you're&lt;/i&gt; buyin' th' first couple rounds when I get back, no more letters.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:short_strings:2119</id>
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    <title>[then she grabbed my shirt, held me from the window]</title>
    <published>2007-02-07T22:14:05Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-07T22:14:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So knittin's not as bad as I thought it'd be. I mean, I work with strings ev'ry day; this en't nothin' new by my count. It's pretty damn easy, an' it's somethin' ta do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;missionpleasei'monmygoddamnknees.&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:short_strings:2039</id>
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    <title>[you know it will always just be me]</title>
    <published>2007-01-10T00:24:09Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-10T00:24:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Gaara. Missions. Please. I'm goin' nuts without anythin' ta do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been takin' in some of my pants. Guess I lost weight in Konoha. Go figure. Must've been Ino's cookin'---shit was damn well inedible, even for my stomach. And yeah, I've got mild poisons in my face paints ta increase my body's resistance ta shit like that, so I'm &lt;i&gt;sayin'&lt;/i&gt; somethin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my cat. An' I don't even &lt;i&gt;like&lt;/i&gt; cats.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:short_strings:1627</id>
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    <title>[remain your funny valentine]</title>
    <published>2006-12-15T06:56:45Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-15T06:56:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">OI, ROKUDAIME. Dinnit you make some kinda rule that &lt;a href="http://little--flower.livejournal.com/2342.html?thread=46374#t46374"&gt;said Ino en't 'lowed ta drink no more?&lt;/a&gt; 'Cause I &lt;b&gt;distinctly&lt;/b&gt; 'member havin' that conversation with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN' TH' BITCH WENT AN' BROKE TH' RULE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's th' story. Ino says "KANKUROU I'MA GONNA GO GET DRUNK WITH POINTY-WEAPON-WOMAN," an' so I say okay, so long as you en't plannin' on molestin' me when you get back. Like last time, an' all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ino comes back a coupla hours later &lt;i&gt;in her underthings&lt;/i&gt;, blazin' an' singin' some bullshitty song 'bout youth an' sparkles that Pointy-Weapon-Woman sp'osedly taught her. Bein' the gentleman I am, I throw a blanket at her an' tell her ta sit down 'fore she upchucks, right? I'm thinkin' she's got alcohol poisonin', most like. I get her some water, an' she spills it all over my pants. I count ta ten in my head, cool down a little. 'Cause yeah, I was pissed off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Ino was real drunk. I mean, &lt;i&gt;staggeringly&lt;/i&gt; drunk. She was all...eeeeh. I'll cut this next bit o' explanation, seein' as I can prolly hold it over her head as blackmail later on. Let's jus' say there was a lotta rubbin' goin' on on th' couch, an' it ends up with her half-fallin' asleep in my lap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An' then she pukes. All over my...crotchial region.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't lose my temper. In fact, I cleaned Pukey-Pants up inna real professional manner, an' put her ta bed after I made her drink a couple glasses of water. Tem, this is where you laud me as a fuckin' saint. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I am. Not gonna lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I found a cat. I'm keepin' it. I named it Cat.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;GAARA. MISSION. PLEASE. IF YOU'VE GOT ANY FRATERNAL LOVE IN YOUR BODY, YOU'D SEND ME ON A MISSION.&lt;/strike&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:short_strings:1450</id>
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    <title>[i know that this will be temporary]</title>
    <published>2006-11-27T16:55:31Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-27T16:55:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So. Fuckin'. Humid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losin' this much salt an' moisture through sweat en't healthy. How d'you Leafies not...shrivel up an' shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UH. HEY THERE, LITTLE BROTHER. I'm still here, &lt;i&gt;twiddlin' my fuckin' thumbs.&lt;/i&gt; I've been healed for days, an' yet no communication has winged its way ta me. Gimme a sign here, Gaara. You want me ta jus' sit on my hands for a while an' lay low? Sure. Whatever. Jus' say th' words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if there's &lt;b&gt;anythin'&lt;/b&gt; I could be doin', tell me. &lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:short_strings:1065</id>
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    <title>[just shut up and kiss me]</title>
    <published>2006-11-02T17:03:54Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-02T17:03:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So long as I stay on th' couch an' keep my books ta myself, I should heal up okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaara. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Uh. I'll need a week of recoup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a long story.</content>
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    <title>[besides, your mouth, it smiles now]</title>
    <published>2006-10-15T01:02:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-15T01:02:11Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buta licked her lips slowly, expertly teasing beads of their shared saliva over the thin, bruised skin. The handsome foreign shinobi titled his chin and looked down at her with great derision---and this only made her netherparts ache for him even more. There was just something about the curl of his upper-lip, the heavy cords of muscle in his biceps, the way his back curved into a question-mark of bone and sinew as he knelt down next to her, completely naked, and pressed a kunai to her throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't &lt;i&gt;mean&lt;/i&gt; to stare at Cankuroh's healthy, throbbing manrod, but there it was: proud and erect, a sheer edifice to his own masculinity. Buta curled over onto her side, pushing herself up so that her long blond hair fell down her back in a silvery-cold waterfall, nearly glowing in the moonlight. She was beautiful, but she was EVIL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INCREDIBLY EVIL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That kind of seductive evil that makes anyone who looks at her sidelong fall into her trap, never again to be released by the she-spider's web. Cankuroh knew this instictively---it was written into the stoic rigidity of his manhood, the unyielding frown on his fair face---and he would not touch Buta because of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's a good start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn woman. I don't understand where th' hell she's gettin' at with this whole...izzat even flirting, what she's doin' to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be fuckin' &lt;i&gt;dancin'&lt;/i&gt; when Gaara gives the word an' we get outta here.</content>
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    <title>[but my dreams aren't as empty as my conscious seems to be]</title>
    <published>2006-10-10T20:48:31Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-10T20:48:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">When I imagined what'd it be like ta share a small apartment with three hot kunoichi, there was a lot more wild debauchery an' a lot less physical labor involved. An' my sister wouldn't be one of the hot kunoichi, 'cause there's rules against that kinda shit in Konoha, right? &lt;strike&gt;Not so much in Suna, but I en't THAT HARD UP.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sore. All over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinkin' was pretty nice, though. Haven't done that in a while, an' it's not like you Leafies don't deserve a drink or ten.</content>
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    <title>[forever in debt to your priceless advice]</title>
    <published>2006-10-06T18:04:28Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-06T18:04:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So goddamn humid here. Smells, too. My back's sore from carryin' lumber all day, an' I've been sweatin' like you wouldn't believe...you bastard's better appreciate my hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's better than doin' &lt;strike&gt;all the secretarial shit Gaara refuses to&lt;/strike&gt; paperwork at home. Maybe I'll work off some weight while I'm here---&lt;i&gt;in pure sweat&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oto fucked up Konoha in a major way. I may be the only one blunt enough to say this aloud, but this place has gone to &lt;i&gt;shit.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda sad. Konoha was pretty good, as allies went. I mean, hell, how many nations forgive you for almost invadin' them an' lettin' loose a jinchuuriki into their borders? Sure, we saved their kids' asses later on (an', by the way, have repeated the favor &lt;i&gt;many times&lt;/i&gt; over the years, but still. For a shinobi village, Konohagakure no Sato is sickeningly willin' to let bygones be bygones an' look to that sparkly dim haze of the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What future, I say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their homes have been smashed to fuckin' toothpicks, and most of their jounin class has been decimated. If not for Suna sort of slidin' politics away from them for the time bein', these sorry bastards would be wallowin' and chokin' on their own goddamn blood. Sick, sick, sick. I hate seein' them buck like a wounded animal, but...but a' least they've got Uzumaki. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That fucker's &lt;i&gt;crazy&lt;/i&gt;, but he's prolly the only one around here who could take Oto in a hornlockin' escapade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll do what I can. Make sure Ino doesn't get herself sick. Help rebuild. Whatever.</content>
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