New beginnings...

Drabble + One-liner Prompts

Ummm... I probably dug my own grave... and Jillian is piling on the dirt by giving me actual prompts. This table is for a series of Itanko drabbles and one-liners that I'll be completing in no particular order over the course of however-the-hell long it takes me to finish them. All of these are from Itachi's viewpoint and will be linked as I complete them.

1. Not Forgotten	2. Running Away	3. Simple Pleasures	4. Awkward Moments	5. Hands
6. Games	7. Defeat	8. Stolen Kisses	9. No Time	10. First Time
11. Vision	12. Rush	13. Underneath	14. Teacher Teacher	15. Sin
16. Love	17. Resurrection	18. Sacrifice	19. History Repeats Itself	20. Last Chances
21. Make Believe	22. Demons	23. Battle Scars	24. Proving Something	25. Accidental
26. Last Stand	27. Fire	28. Drunken Antics	29. Behind Another's Eyes	30. The Impossible
31. Cruelty	32. Death	33. Heat	34. Give Me A Past	35. Goodbye
36. Dreams	37. Missing	38. Repetition	39. Blood	40. Sweet
41. Suicide	42. Jealousy	43. Point of No Return	44. Forgiveness	45. Memories
46. Shouldn't Be Like This		47. In Search of Something		48. Laughter
49. The Morning After		50. Can't Get What You Want		51. Hidden Meanings

Update April 9th : #'s 23, 29, 35, 46

14. ( Teacher Teacher )

28. ( Drunken Antics )

• She had a body made for bearing children, but her mind was only intent on nurturing herself, and his was only capable of conceiving hate.

• She submitted to him as was right, but on the occasion that she bared her teeth and fought him, a shiver went though his body and he could not bring himself to mind it at all.

• After his memory returned, he was disturbed by the look he had caused to flit across her face; he never wanted to see it again.

• The idea of touching and being touched implied an intimacy that he allowed to very few people; the way her fingers casually walked up his arm was anything but casual to him.

• He enjoyed the peaceful times when she would simply lay on him and relax, but it never lasted more than 5 minutes because her hands had a habit of straying to what her mind was thinking of, and she was a pervert.

• Sometimes, when he was floating between sleep and wakefulness, his mind would get into arguments with itself over how something like this could have happened, but then she would bury into his side and say something completely nonsensical and he would sigh thinking. 'That is enough.'