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next chapter of HOHOH... done..... needs to be edited, but soon.....

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Go write 100 words of: Hand over Hand Over Hand and Desert Spring

HOHOH

The rest of his rounds are done rather quickly. He spies the Hyuuga head in a garden under a parasol, not preparing for a surprise lunch. He spies a handful of Nara and Yamanaka about, but all of the Akimichi at court seem to still be sequestered in their own manor. The Aburame are similarly missing, while the Shimura and Sarutobi delegations seem to be having some kind of meeting of their own. He returns with frustrating little information and very little time to make himself presentable enough for the Daimyo's eyes. On top of everything else, something seems to have happened between Madara and Tobirama in the moments he wasn't watching. The two of them see fit to keep their eyes totally averted from each other as they make their way to the main palace.  At least it seems to be borne of embarrassment instead of an argument, but internally he despairs. Of all the times to have something happen between them, it had to be now?!

Desert Spring

So that is what Tobirama does, during the long stretches when he's seated on the back of a camel and he has nothing else useful to think about. Like the stone fist jutsu, he reasons, except lighting uses these pathways, and wants to bend like this, so he has to shape it like that. He hasn't even gotten to the point of theorizing which hand signs will be the most useful when the animal he's sitting on bellows and starts bucking underneath him. He scrambles off the thing, kicking up a plume of dust where he lands. It keeps on walking without him and he watches bewildered for a moment as the caravan marches onwards.

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might i put in a request... for hanahaki adjacent?

Oh you so may

He retreats out of sight nearly immediately. Tobirama doesn't question why he was so eager to go -- if he sensed the need for privacy, or wanted time to think on his own, or he truly does fear a giant bear. With him gone Tobirama's remaining tension also evaporates, and without exactly meaning to he ends up dozing as Hiran continues grooming him. She seems to finish before Izuna returns, and because it's Hiran, who only ever does exactly what she wants to do, she sees no problem in waking him up with a difficult question. "Cub." She nudges her cold nose into his ear and huffs on him when he scowls. "Why were you in this state? Last I heard, you said you were doing better."

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Go write 100 words of: Unnamed #7 (Pokemon AU) and In the Corner of Another Room

Pokemon AU

He only hadn't planned for how much more intolerable father would become once his oldest son was gone. He was never nice. Now, he's -- "Tobirama." His spine goes stiff. It's never a good thing when chichi-ue pays attention to them, and it's the worst when it's training time, which is what Tobirama is supposed to be doing right now. His tongue is too stiff to make a quick excuse, and he doesn't turn around and bow fast enough to appease his father, because there's suddenly a fist pushing his skull into the stone, knuckles painfully digging in to the crown of his head.

In the Corner of Another Room

The hour grows later, the snow outside deeper. Izuna does not move, and they don't either, apparently content to sit cross-legged by the hearth and absorb what little heat the low burning coals put off. The family finishes scurrying about making preparations for the storm -- the daughter who had batted her eyelashes at him so sweetly before skirts around the edge of the room with obvious fear in her eyes. There is a cat in her arms, a ragged looking mouser that she must have brought in from outside. It wiggles out of her grasp before she can make it through the room, and streaks past to disappear down another hallway, She makes an aggrieved sound and disappears after it, and throughout all of it, the shinobi does not move a muscle.

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Go write 100 words of: HoHoH and Wood Tar, Charcoal, Ginger and Honey

HOHOH

Madara and Tobirama are too high profile to be running around looking for answers, and Tobirama needs to spend the majority of the morning getting himself dressed enough for the event, so it's Hikaku who's sent scurrying off in search of answers. He stops at the teahouse the Senju delegation has been staying in first, and really, he doesn't even have to go inside to see that they've gotten the news. The greenery outside is all dancing. He does anyways, of course, and Hashirama's nervous delight is even more obvious when Hikaku can see him fiddle his hands together.

Wood Tar, Charcoal, Ginger, and Honey

"Don't get my things covered in blood." He warns, eyes now pinched shut and face the picture of misery. Tobirama puts his hand on the top of Izuna's head. "Good medical work requires cleanliness." He answers, and then there is a surge of chakra and Izuna has gone limp. The sight of it makes Madara's hands tremble, as ashen as he is from the poison it almost looks like Izuna died just like that. He has to activate his sharingan and see the faint rise and fall of his chest to convince himself otherwise.

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Go write 100 words of: Hand over Hand Over Hand and Desert Spring

HOHOH

"Ah." Kanon says, "Then this humble daughter should escort them out." "This humble daughter will stay right here." Her mother counters, reaching out to snatch Kanon's wrist as she goes to rise. "This humble daughter owes her poor mother many apologies -- and she knows very well that Uchiha-san is more than capable of seeing himself out without raising any alarm." It's as good as an order. Tobirama bows a final time before he rises and turns to leave. "This one thanks his lady for her time." He says, and leaves the door open for long enough that Hikaku can ghost out after him.

Desert Spring

He shouldn't teach them a jutsu, he really shouldn't, the ones he knows are from the Senju library, so giving them away would practically be stealing -- and yet at the same time, he's sure that having a specific way to shape chakra would go far in helping them understand. "I…Am going to invent a technique I can share with you." He decides, but it might take some time, so please be patient. "Invent a technique." One of them mumbles -- Hane he thinks. He's starting to learn their names, she's one of the women who wears feathers tied into her hair. "Why not, at this point."

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Go write 100 words of: Unnamed #8 (The Brothers Patricide) and Unnamed #3 (Hanahaki Adjacent)

The Brother's Patricide

The fact that he might actually mean it feels like it sneaks up on him; ridiculous until it isn't, and suddenly his heart is pounding so hard it feels like it's going to explode out of him and flop right on to the dinner table for his father and brother to see. "I'll wash up" He offers, no energy behind it. Butsuma waves him off without a glance, but Tobirama's eyes flicker up to his, already suspicious. Hashirama smiles weakly. Nothing going on here he can't play off by claiming he's tired! And he is tired.

Hanahaki Adjacent

Across the cave, Izuna has retreated as close to the entrance as he can get without stepping out into the rain. "Bear summons." He states, voice pitchy. "How come I've never met your bear summons?" His bond with Hiran tightens and stabilizes, and he can feel through her chakra the same sort of amusement she gets when deciding to play with prey before it dies. He fights to keep his lips from twitching up. "Their contract is not for combat" Tobirama confirms, voice rasping painfully. His throat is still raw, but already the tightness in his lungs is starting to lessen.

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Go write 100 words of: Hand over Hand Over Hand and Desert Spring

HOHOH

She takes them out of her own pavilion and onto a private path, one that connects her part of the complex to others in her family without having to be seen by commoners. She moves quickly for a civilian in as many layers as she has on, her nerves obviously visible in the line of her back. Hikaku finds that his are due to match as their path becomes obvious. There are many people in the main palace who could require such treatment, but few who would require such secrecy. Kanon only nods to the guards that they pass -- their eyes flicker to him and Tobirama with uncertainty for a moment before they nod back.

Desert Spring

"Mm. Then… I suppose we'll have to power through with stubbornness." And so for hours, over and over, he shows them -- wind, then lightning, wind then lighting, sparks dancing off of his palms until his fingers start to tingle and go numb. He's not sure how else to help them -- the feeling of opening your chakra pathways is like none other, but telling them to put pressure on them does not seem to be doing much. There are no sudden breakthroughs, just furrowed brows and finally a sigh from Komako. "Well I guess we can't expect a miracle in just one night. We'll call it there for now and get back to it tomorrow, alright?"

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For encouragement since you said you were close: go write 100 words of HoHoH and Tobirama Buys a Courtesan

Well, almost fininshed by HOHOH chapter standards, so... 7.5k words in what I expect will be over 10k......

"Thank you for coming. Our window of time is short, so we need to move soon, but…" She glances at Hikaku. "The patient will be unhappy enough with being seen by one shinobi. Could I convince only Tobirama-dono to come?" Tobirama shakes his head. "Hikaku-san can find a way to go unseen if he must, but he will come with me. He is, of course, a master of discretion as well." Hikaku bows. He knows the reason,  but such easy confidence from Tobirama causes a strange shiver to pass over his skin. "…I understand." Kanon agrees, clearly not happy but not so much that she argues. "In that case, please come with me."

Tobirama Buys a Courtesan

The man gives a satisfied nod as he reads over the papers and stows his copy wherever he had taken his money from before. "I believe that's settled." He turns to Yugiri, red eyes glinting in the light that spills in from outside. "I would like to pack your things and leave tomorrow morning if possible."  Yugiri's heart sinks. That's -- far too soon. He must be expecting her to leave nearly everything she owns behind. "This one must insist on at least the day after next." Minori's voice calls out, slightly choked. "It is tradition to have a celebration when we send a girl off, I would not want to deny Yugiri-san that."

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Go write 100 words of: Unnamed #10 (Haku Timetravels) and Desert Spring

Haku Time Travels

He ends up with another warning not to go chasing after shinobi and a promise from the man that his aunt will put him up at her inn for cheap if he tells her that he sent Haku his way. And he does find the building, but he never ends up going inside. He spends the night on the roof, waiting for a break in the clouds enough to see the stars and -- Zabuza taught him how to navigate by the night sky. He is just north of wave country, in early fall. He is where he was, but not when.

Desert Spring

"Apologies. This one bows to your wisdom." For a teaching demonstration? "Well…" He says awkwardly. "Good." He shakes himself off. "Anyways, it's obviously possible. It's likely that everyone has the capability to open their chakra system to do every type of release, and it's easiest do it in the order I said before. But the most efficient way is to meditate on that element as it appears in nature and…" He sighs. "I can't imagine you get thunderstorms out here often." There's more to lightning than just that -- the beginning stages can be muddled through with static electricity, and there are tiny electric impulses in everyone's bodies, but Tobirama hadn't managed to form his first real raiton technique until he smelt ozone in the air.

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Go write 100 words of: Hand over Hand Over Hand and Desert Spring

HOHOH

Kanon shakes her head. "Not others I have the opportunity to ask this of. And not others who have just spoken so strongly of their loyalty. You may have already guessed that I need you to examine someone with your skills, but you must understand that the fact that you have seen this person -- the fact that this person needs to be seen -- must never become public knowledge." "My lady--" The handmaid starts, but is cut off with a hand gesture. Tobirama's face does not give anything at all away, and yet from the moment he thinks it over Hikaku already gets the sense that Tobirama is being driven by curiosity more than he is loyalty. The omega bows at this waist, and Hikaku goes with him so that they have a unified front.

Desert Spring

There's too much water for all of it to fit, of course. A great majority of it splashes over the sides where the ground greedily sucks it up. Tobirama turns towards the shinobi, breath coming only slightly fast. He might have overdone it -- his chakra reserves were still a little low from trying to preserve himself in the desert heat before. All of them have carefully schooled their expressions, except for Komako, who only looks unbearably smug. The shinobi who had questioned him then seems to shake themselves off. They bow to him deeply -- far, far too deeply for such a display.

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Go write: In the Corner of Another Room and~ Something Sort of Like a Disciple~

In the Corner of Another Room

The shinobi brushes the snow off of themselves before stepping inside, and folds their cloak with slow, exaggerated movements before stowing it away. Without the fur, they almost look… scrawny? It's clear that their clothes are a size two big and tied down to fit, which obscures most of their shape but reveals just how thin they are at their wrists and ankles. It's no wonder they were concerned about the cold. The woman takes a nervous step back and gestures for him to follow her, which they do without protest, and Izuna disappears back down his own hallway to observe from another vantage point.

Something Sort of Like a disciple

She considers it for a long moment, then snatches the scroll case up. "I'm taking a break!" She shouts as she tosses the back door open. Then she scurries up the staircase before Bekko-shishou can tell her that no, she isn't. Tenten's room used to be a storage closet. It's so small that if she lays down and stretches out her arms and legs the tips of her fingers and toes brush the walls. But she's the only one who sleeps here, and she's allowed to plaster the walls with posters from magazines, so it's about a hundred times better than the place she was before.

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Everything stays/everyone lives has its own series now (with a little new fic in it as well)

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Go write 100 words of: Unnamed #11 (Touka Saves Izuna) and Everything Stays/Everyone Lives

Touka Saves Izuna

And then Izuna is suddenly falling, stomach swooping up into his throat, body tense, not knowing when he will hit the ground without his sight. He falls and continues falling until it no longer makes sense for him to be and he knows this is a genjutsu too. One he cannot break without his hands or eyes -- flexing his chakra only makes the vertigo worse. Even knowing it isn't real the sensation keeps his heart forced to his mouth and his ears filled with the sound of rushing wind, because his body is certain that it will shatter when it finally impacts the ground. He is held in that state for so long that it comes as a shock when he finally does.

Everyone Lives

"You will not say a word about this to anyone." Tobirama commands. His heart beats so hard he can feel it in his throat. If they try and take him and hide him away he will -- he does not know what he will do. He cannot allow himself to be the cause of this peace they've built breaking the same as he cannot just hand himself over. To his surprise, Izuna does not put up even a token argument. His complexion has soured so much to look vaguely green. "Uchiha." Izuna bows his head and keeps it lowered. It is likely as close to agreement as Tobirama is going to get.

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somtimes users read all of book 1 of scum villian in one day and then start putting their naruto faves in xianxia aus immediatlyy

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Go write 100 words of: Hand over Hand Over Hand and Desert Spring

HOHOH

Tobirama slowly shakes his head. "If you have heard many things, then you must also have heard about how we value loyalty. To our Lord the Daimyo, yes, but in this case also towards young Kiho-sama as a client." The child giggles and peeks out at Tobirama from behind her mother's sleeve. "I see." Kanon says strangely. "And what would the price of this mission be?" "For escorting someone for about half a kilometer with no threat of danger?" Tobirama picks up one of the peach shaped wagashi from the plate in from of him. "This will do."

Desert Spring

One of the other shinobi -- a man with half his head wrapped up in an eyepatch, clears his throat, eyes darting towards his clan heir before speaking. "All due respect but… Komako-sama, who is this kid?" Kid? Tobirama frowns. They can't be that much older than him. And did she not tell them who he was? "Call me Sendan." The name still rolls off his tongue too thickly -- he should have practiced. It's so obviously fake that now all of the others are glancing between each other with raised eyebrows, and so he quickly changes the subject, "And if you should doubt my skills, just watch."

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Go write 100 words of: Unnamed #12 (Uzumaki friends) and The Necromancer's Apprentice

Uzumaki Friends

Another one of the Uzumaki from the guard -- this time the one with choppy red hair and half a dozen piercings on his face -- is invading Tobirama's personal space. Only they aren't just hanging off of him -- this one is sitting directly in Tobirama's lap, one arm thrown around his shoulders, and being allowed it. "--that that's a lie." They're saying. "You and I both know that you cleared out your schedule for us -- because I know that you know that if you didn't we're going to make you clear it." Tobirama doesn't even respond to the -- threat? Teasing? He carries on writing whatever it is he's working on with his head bowed, and to Madara's mortification it's the Uzumaki that calls him out.

The Necromancer's Apprentice

It's dark inside, but only for a moment. Tobirama moves about the room opening windows and lighting lanterns, and as the light reveals his lab, the places turns out to be -- plainer than Kagami had ever imagined. In his mind he had been picturing hanging corpses and tables covered with bodies in various stages of being stitched together. What's here is a few clean countertops, some cabinets, and an entire wall of shelves stuffed full of books and scrolls. He manages to sit up before Tobirama turns back to look at him, and he thinks he maybe makes it look believable that he was only crouching down to remove his shoes. At least Tobirama doesn’t question him on it.