Naruto OC: Sanya Blade ProfileNaruto OC: Sanya Blade Profile by Lady1Venus
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Name: Sanya Blade
Birthplace: Village Hidden in the Trees Kozuesato
Eyes: Baby Blue
Hair Color: Blonde (waist length)
Weight: 108 lbs
Blood Type: A-
Family: Tawnya and Akira Blade (whereabouts - unknown)
Education: Graduated from Ninja Academy in home village
Favorite Food: Rice Balls
Least Favorite Food: Fish
Strengths: Skilled ninja, cunning, fast, smart
Weaknesses: Children, love for plant life, angry
Dislikes: What happened to her village
Friends: Don't really have any until later
Ninja Skills: Nijutsu, Genjutsu, Kaijutsu
Non Ninja Skills: Handmade weapons
Weapons: Kunai knives, paper bombs, bows and arrows, Shruikens
Background: Hailing from a village that was once known as "Village Hidden in the Trees", Sanya Blade believes she is the only survivor of her people. The village was attacked ten years ago when she was only 15. At that time she was only a Chunin. However with the unfortunate destruction of her home, she was forced to leave and seek s
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Catch meHe would take any opportunity to touch me, to hold me close in his arms.Catch me by Aqua-Amethyst-Angel
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Our relationship had to be kept a secret so we barely ever touched. Yamato seemed to enjoy the secrecy of it all but I however found it more difficult to not let my feelings be so apparent.
As a result, I would constantly find myself tripping and Yamato would always conveniently be there to catch me.
Although the contact was brief, it was still contact, which was better than none.
Everyone remained oblivious to our secret relationship, and when it was dark Yamato would ruffle my hair, sigh and say, "I can't let a girl walk home by herself, Kunoichi or otherwise." And take me home.
I appreciated the gesture, and if it wasn't for the conspiratorial wink I would have thought that I had mistaken his feelings for me.
I would often lie in bed at night and remember what it felt like when he was holding me or touching me. Not in perverted way, just remembering the warmth that his touch brought and the strong feelings in m
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It appeared that no one touched his heart, even to those who knew him best.
No one seemed to notice his stolen glances at Team Gai's kunoichi, so he would keep looking.
Regardless, if anyone caught him, he could just say he was watching her talent, in order to see how to defend against such an attack.
He admired her admiration and her patience. Putting up with Gai and Lee together for any period of time was enough to make young children weep but she put up with it and only complained occasionally when they were taking things too far.
What had first drawn him to her, had been her ability with weapons, it was phenomenal. Obviously all shinobi have some skill with weapons but her ability was rock solid and she was very versatile.
He didn't love her; he just liked her traits, such as her determination.
She was pretty in a traditional way and Uchiha's were suckers
StrengthI had never really understood my own feelings so I pushed them aside, hid them, buried them deep, and locked them away where no one would think to look.Strength by Aqua-Amethyst-Angel
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I admired his strength above all else. That unwavering stare and the ability to do anything, I envied him, although there was a deeper feeling.
A feeling I dare not name. I refuse to accept that feeling, although that feeling would bubble up inside me and threaten to consume me.
The first time I had encountered this emotion, I was terrified, never had I felt this way for anyone.
I had watched him, grow and develop and become stronger, needless to say, the feelings of distaste evaporated to be replaced by softer ones.
The part of me that I'll never show, the only thing you'll never know. Lyrics wafted through my brain. They accurately portrayed my mindset.
No one would ever see this side of me.
When you leave and the longing is there I will ignore it. I will move on, because, this feeling is deadly, it will slowly kill me, drain me off