ak 12


Vepr 12

Russian semi-auto 12 gauge shotgun that uses an RPK style receiver and share nearly all the same ergonomic controls of most AK rifles. The Vepr 12 is viewed to be a much better shotgun than it’s predecessor and competition, the Saiga 12. They had originally escaped being banned from import under the Obama administration during the first round of Russian sanctions. Sadly due to increased pressure, the Trump administration enacted another wave of sanctions which eventually included Molot, the factory that produces them. (GRH)

title Fracture
summary The jagged edges we leave behind
pairing itasaku, tobisaku, hot messes

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Sakura unblocked his number and called him. Legs crossed. Nails clicking against the armrest.

He picked up after two rings.

“I must be dreaming for Haruno Sakura to be calling me,” he drawled.

“You said you would come find me. I don’t like to be kept waiting,” Sakura simply said before she hung up.

She tapped her cigarette over the ashtray.

“You think that was a mistake?” she asked. Tenten didn’t turn away from the window. The glaring neon lights filtering in colored her face in alien ways. The shadows under her eyes deepening, somehow. The hard line of her jaw responded before her voice did.

“You should have let me slit his throat all those years ago,” growled Tenten.

Sighing, Sakura raised her cigarette to her lips. Drew in a long breath. Exhaled. Smoke spilling in every direction. Sakura closed her eyes.

“Maybe you’re right,” she replied. She got to her feet. Heels tapping on the floor.  Sai slipped her clutch into her waiting hand. He adjusted his tie and then checked the cuffs of his shirt.

Sakura paused by the mirror to check her hair. Wiped the corner of her mouth where a bit of her lipstick had smeared. And then she pulled the neckline of her dress down a bit. Her gold body chain did a good job of drawing attention there anyway. The tiny charms tinkled against each other when she moved.

“So, are you going to sit here brooding or are you coming with us?” Sakura then asked. Sai opened the door. The sounds of laughter and chatter spilled up from the bottom floor. Sakura stubbed her cigarette out in the crystal ashtray. And when she looked up, Tenten was on her feet, ripping off her bowtie and black vest. She reached behind her to pull out her revolver to count how many bullets were in the chamber.

“Brooding is more your thing, isn’t it, Aunt Cheng?” Tenten replied, smirking. Sakura smiled in return.

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