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cris_san:

Aunque Kiba no decía nada, se sentía intimamente decepcionado cada vez escuchaba a alguien llamar a Akamaru "herramienta"; era como si el perro, en lugar de ser su amigo, casi su hermano, no fuera más que un frío instrumento de metal incapaz de emociones y pensamientos, como si no valiera más que un vulgar kunai. Por un lado, no valía la pena armar un escándalo entre aliados y, por el otro, nunca dejaba de ser conveniente que el enemigo no tuviera manera de siquiera sospechar el verdadero potencial de su compañero.

Las verdaderas herramientas, aquellas armas como el shurinken, no eran más que objetos inertes que podían incluso ser utilizadas en contra de su propio dueño. Por el contrario, no había ningún poder en este mundo que consiguiera que Akamaru se volviera en contra de Kiba o que tan siquiera dejara de obedecerlo. Además, era muy listo y sabía adaptarse a las circunstancias de la batalla.

No obstante, toda esa inteligencia llegaba a tener sus desventajas. Por fortuna, Akamaru ya había crecido lo bastante como para ya no poder esconderse debajo de la cama el día del baño.

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laurus_nobilis:
Certainly, Captain Jack Sparrow hadn't expected to meet Hector Barbossa –nor his monkey– so soon after they'd parted ways. Nevertheless, they had, pretty much randomly, encountered each other at a port on an island whose name doesn't matter. The situation by itself would've been even funny if only Jack hadn't had the idea of taking that map with him. Still, since he hadn't been able to avoid being seen, Jack decided that he'd do his best to dance around the subject.

"Aye, long time no see!" Jack said, showing all of his rotten teeth and holding up a hand.

"Not that long," Barbossa said, all dignity, his back as straight as his morals were twisted –not that Jack himself was better regarding that aspect of his personality, but the truth in the previous statement remained.

"Well, time flies when one's having fun," Jack replied, still smiling.

Barbossa narrowed his eyes in a way that made quite clear he hadn't been having fun. "You have something I want," he growled as Jack the monkey hissed at Jack the pirate.

Jack –the pirate– pouted. "You've had something I want for the longest time and I've never threatened you with a monkey," he mumbled in an attempt to carry on that conversation for as long as possible while he thought of a way of getting out of there without surrendering the map. Bonus points if he managed to take the Black Pearl with him as well. "As a matter of fact, mate, you've been the one threatening lovely little me with a monkey for quite a while. I deserve compensation. I want a monkey too. Not that one, though; it has fleas."

Jack the monkey hissed again but he stopped scratching his butt.

"Let's make this easy for everyone: give me the map and you can join the Pearl's crew as my cabin boy," Barbossa said.

Wrong turn. But something had to be done about it.

Jack raised both his hands and pushed some air at Barbossa's general direction. "Wait. I have an idea. Let's make this easy for everyone and give me back the Pearl. I'd offer you to be my cabin boy but there are monkey fleas all over your beard."

Barbossa sighed and reached for his sword.

"I'll take the liberty to take that as a no," Jack said, having to yell the last couple of words from across the street and beyond.

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dreamer1789:
"Why do I have to go to school?" Ed asked one day, early in the morning, while he and his brother shared some breakfast. "Why do we have to go to school? We already know everything they can teach us there and more! I know it! I checked the syllabus!"

Trisha sighed and prepared herself to tell her son, once again, that he and Al were going to school because she wanted them to have friends; she didn't want them to remain the whole day locked up inside the house, inside their father's study. That she knew about the damage isolation could bring to a person.

But before she could say anything, Al spoke, "Didn't the teacher have the syllabus locked in her desk?"

Ed grimaced for a second and then frowned. "T—that doesn't matter, Al. What matters is—"

"Edward..."

"IputitbackjustlikeitwasmomIswear!"

"That's not the point, Ed. You went through your teacher's belongings!"

"I—I just wanted to know—"

"You're still going to the school regardless. And no alchemy for a week, do you hear me?"

Ed's face dropped. "But—Yes, mom..." he finished, teary-eyed, after Trisha glared at him.

"Now go to pick up your things."

After Ed had gone upstairs to bring back his notebook, Al turned to his mom. "Do you know what he really wanted?" he asked.

Trisha raised her eyebrows. "What?"

"The teacher told us yesterday that we had to eat well in order to learn well at school, and milk was an item on the list she gave us. Ed wanted to stop going there so he could stop drinking it."

Trisha just covered her mouth and giggled like there was no tomorrow.