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Sending Masashi kishimoto a letterI'm sending masashi kishimoto a letter about the Gaara hiden. I just need help finding his post code and I need help from some more Gaara x oc pairings.Sending Masashi kishimoto a letter by Manga-Samurai
It's not fair, we fans have been at this Gaara x oc fandom for years, I know Gaara was created by Kishimoto himself but still, that doesn't mean he has the right to destroy our fantasies.
Before this Gaara hiden gets published, I want kishimoto to have a pierce of my mind.
Now I just have to find his post code.
Dysphoria__by LifelikedollDysphoriaDysphoria__by Lifelikedoll by fuyu-hanabi
She stood in front of the window, staring sightlessly at the empty street below. It was too early for anyone but those on duty to be outside. The sun had come up less than an hour ago. It would be another scorching hot day, but having grown up in the desert she no longer noticed the heat.
The slow drifting of sand along the ground made the village seem almost deserted. She knew that if she opened the window, she would hear the familiar howling sound of the wind. It was comforting in a way to know that some things would never change. She wanted suddenly to escape this building, escape the village. She wanted to be in the desert, alone, surrounded by nothing but wind and sand, the only two things that she knew and trusted. The only two things that could never be taken away from her.
She forced herself to tear her gaze away from the inviting sight and turn instead to the figure spread out on her bed. Her eyes misted over as she looked at him, the blue shade g
Give him mine.“Here are the last results of Mr. Hatake’s eye surgery, Dr. Fukumoto.” Matsuri nodded as she took the manila folder from the nurse. “Thank you, Emiko. I believe your shift is over, is that right?”Give him mine. by DogloverXD
Emiko nodded enthusiastically with a bright smile. “Today’s the anniversary of me and my boyfriend being together for five years! I can’t wait to get home,” she squealed while she hugged herself out of glee. “Then hurry up and go see him,” Matsuri shooed teasingly with a gentle smile, “wouldn’t want to keep him waiting.” The nurse laughed wholeheartedly and put on her jacket. “Then I’ll see you tomorrow! Good night, Dr. Fukumoto.” Emiko waved and disappeared through the swinging doors.
It was eleven o’clock in the evening, and the number of visitors at the Suna hospital has thinned out. There were no more surgeries planned for the day; the only thing Matsuri still needed to do was
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