#Amusement Cue Nara

[posthumanwanderings]

Amusement Cue Nara Sanjo pt.1

[misssunflowersandsangria]

At Home with You

Happy @inoshikachoweek week and happy best friends day!  I love every incarnation of Team 10 so I really wanted to write something at least for the last day.  Thank you to @thespookymoth and @pewpewpew for hosting this week!  Hope that you enjoy! 

Prompt:  Best Friends

Summary:  When you’re best friends home and family can take many different forms.

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At Home with You

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Ino

“There you are!”  Curious brown eyes looked up hearing a familiar voice. Inojin grinned watching the deer trot over towards him excitedly. 

Inojin pet the deer’s fur affectionately, thankful that he seemed to still remember him.  “I’m sorry I haven’t been around a lot lately.”  The animal didn’t seem to mind and welcomed the loving touches.  

“Come on buddy, let’s take a walk. I’ve got some time before I have to go home.” Inojin could have sworn there was some understanding in those soft eyes as the animal fell into step with him.  

The peace and solitude the dense forest provided was much needed after so many difficult and grueling missions. He found solace in the twilight with his faithful companion by his side. 

The pair took breaks along their walk to eat and drink. Their gait relaxed and steady with no goal or end in sight. Inojin would feed the animal treats and pet his soft fur.  All the while the deer nuzzled in familiarity into his gentle hands. 

Coming to a stop they relaxed by the water. Inojin reclined into the deers side to sketch the landscape. Nestling into the deer’s soft fur and comforting warmth.  It was this quiet slice of heaven away safe from the noise. 

“So this is where you’ve been running off to?” 

Inojin looked startled, surprised by the amused looks on his Uncle and Aunt’s face. 

Subconsciously Inojin stepped forward placing himself between the deer and them. 

“We don’t mind you coming here but you need to let your parents know where you are.”  Temari gently scolded him.  

Shikamaru looked curiously behind Inojin. A familiar deer posed as though it was ready to defend its friend if necessary. 

“I assume your visits have to do with the deer behind you?” 

“I come by when I dont have missions to see him.”  Inojin admitted with a sigh.  There was no way to lie his way out of this. 

Temari and Shikamaru were surprised by the revelation.  Shikamaru recognized the deer as the injured one that Inojin had found and he had treated.  He remembered Inojin being terrified and distraught, hoping the deer might make it through. They didn’t quite realize how much of an impression the experience had made. 

Temari had seen him earlier heading towards the forest where he was able to walk about freely. It seemed odd though that he was going there alone. 

“Why didn’t you tell us?” 

Inojin shrugged, not really having a response. He thought it might be embarrassing to admit having grown attached to the deer.  

“I couldn’t…I couldn’t save Akkun. So when I was able to save this one I felt connected to him I guess.”  

They knew all about that little creature that he’d bonded with during the mission in Iwagakure. Ino and Sai had considered getting him a pet to help with his grief but worried it might be too soon. 

Shikamaru moved forward towards them, kneeling in front of him.  “Your grandfather used to love walking through here too.”  

“Really?”  Inojin asked surprised but always happy to learn anything he could about his grandfather. 

“The Yamanaka jutsu can be very difficult mentally and spiritually. He always found reconnecting with nature as a way to reset.  He even had his own favorite deer. Shikadai’s grandfather would complain that he was out here more than him.”  Shikamaru remembered when his father would go out into the dense forest to check on his friend. 

“Inojin attachments and bonds are a wonderful thing. Companionship and friendship make life meaningful.  They aren’t something you ever have to hide.” Inojin smiled up at Temari, her words having a lifetime of experience behind them. 

“Did you give him a name?” 

“Aki, I found him on the first day of Fall.”  

“Well thank you Aki for taking care of Inojin here.”  

Shikamaru kindly rubbed the deer’s head.  Sure the Naras were known for their connection with these animals but he was thankful that Inojin saw their value as well.

“Let your mom and dad know, okay kid. That way they won’t worry.”  Temari guided him gently.  She could understand his draw towards the Nara forest.  She would often escape there just to have some quiet.  

Inojin nodded, grateful that he didn’t have to keep his trips a secret.  That he could tell his parents and his teammates about his friend.  He’d been wanting his parents to come join him for a while now. 

“Let Shikadai know you’re coming out here.  He’s supposed to be guarding and keeping this place secure.  Seeing as you’ve been able to come in and out undetected means he’s not doing his job.”  He laughed but hoped his friend wouldn’t be too upset. 

The trio remained out there in the fading sunlight as more deer came forward recognizing the clan heads.  Enjoying the mystery and wonder of it all.

Inojin at times was just like his father.  He struggled with certain social cues and norms.  Often finding himself confused by some customs. But he found there in the quiet of the forest, with his faithful friend, and family a feeling of home. 

Shika

Shikadai took a tentative taste before a thoughtful look crossed his face. 

“It needs something.” 

Karui took a spoonful of the broth before nodding. “You’re right. Go ask your Uncle Chouji for more tomatoes.”  

Shikadai went into motion and made his way over to where the Akimichi was prepping the ingredients.  ChoCho would often complain about her parents but Shikadai found them to be warm and welcoming.  Always genuinely happy to see him. 

“We’re gonna need more diced tomatoes.”

“You got it, kid.” 

Shikadai wasn’t sure when it happened exactly. He’d been over at the Akimichi’s one night for dinner and had been roped into helping. Despite his silent complaints, he’d actually enjoyed the cooking process.  It was almost like a science experiment. Mixing the ingredients to get the perfect reaction. After that day he’d come by ever so often to learn more techniques and to try out various recipes. Who better than an Akimichi to teach him to cook? ChoCho loved it when he came over, as he often made enough for her to try a new dish.  

Today he had something special planned. His uncles had sent him a recipe for his mom's favorite dish from Suna. He wanted it to be a surprise so he’d made his way to the Akimichi kitchen. 

“My dad taught your grandfather how to cook,”  Chouji told him with a grin. Shikadai looked up, never having heard this story. 

“When they were younger your grandmother was just as good of a cook as she is now.  Uncle Shikaku wanted to impress her.  It was a complete failure.  Apparently, he managed to burn through not only the food but multiple pots and pans.  He was banned from cooking on Akimichi lands for a while.  After my dad forgave him he gave him a few less-flammable lessons.  It wasn’t too helpful but there was some improvement.  Your father is no better.  For being geniuses they sure are useless in the kitchen.  You might be the only hope for the Nara line.”

Shikadai smiled at the thought.  His mother had mentioned something similar to him when he’d helped her a few times.  It wasn’t a skill that Naras were known for nor would it be one that he advertised.  Still, it was a useful ability and oftentimes a needed distraction. 

Karui yelled a few additional items they needed and he stood next to Chouji prepping the additional items.  

They added the required ingredients, checking the flavor as he went along.  The two Akimichis watched him with a smile at his attention and precision.  Temari’s look of pure determination on his face and his movements were all Shikamaru.  Like the dish he made, he was a perfect mix. 

“I’ve got to hand it to you kid.  You’re a natural.  You’re always welcomed in my kitchen.”  Karui praised him after tasting the completed recipe. 

She affectionately ruffled his hair. “Your mom is going to love it.” 

Shikadai recalled those precious times together around a table with warm food between them.  

A home-cooked meal was the perfect reminder of home.

Cho

“Thanks again for coming by!  Your wife is going to love the flowers.”  ChoCho yelled out to the customer.

She then worked to spray down the counter then watered a few of the plants.  It was a quiet day at the store but she loved it nonetheless.  The Yamanaka flower shop was one of her favorite places in the village. She was getting older.  Their team missions were more complicated and layered. For her. working at a place that was so normal was a needed reprieve.

It started a few weeks ago.  Inojin had begged her to cover his shift while his parents were off on a mission.  She agreed only after he offered her a king’s ransom in snacks and a no-questions-asked favor to be cashed in the future.  After getting a quick training session and learning the ropes she thoroughly enjoyed her time there.  She was in the company of flowers and got to meet and interact with people all over the village.  It was a natural fit.  From then on ever so often Inojin would ask her to fill in.  She’d whine and complain which increased Inojin’s offerings but she’d ultimately agree.

“ChoCho!”  She smiled brightly seeing the Yamanakas walk in.  They knew that she was there for the afternoon but assured her they’d be back as early as possible.  

ChoCho idolized Ino.  The  Yamanaka Clan head was strong, wise, and beautiful.  ChoCho loved her mom but she was still an authority figure.  Ino was her cool Aunt.  Since she could remember the blonde had assured her that she’d be a willing confidant and support.  There were a few times that she elicited her help and advice.  

“We appreciate you coming by to help us,”  Sai thanked her with a soft smile.  He wasn’t a man of many words but he was always kind and welcoming towards her.  His smile reminded her very much of her teammate.

“I love it here.  I get to see so many people and hear a lot of different stories.”  Her favorites were always of nervous individuals hoping to find that perfect bouquet to impress a special someone. 

“It’s a pretty special place.  Your grandfather still buys your grandmother flowers every month on the 7th.  When I'd come here to help my dad I always loved seeing him come in.  I'd help him pick out the flowers to give her.”  ChoCho fondly thought about the blossoms that would consistently fill their home.  She couldn’t help but love how connected their families were.  

 Sai helped her move a few buckets of flowers to refill the shelves.  “When your father started dating your mom he didn’t know what her favorite flower was so he ended up just buying all of them,”  Sai recalled that day.  

He’d come to spend time with Ino when the Akimichi had come in a panicked state.  Their team had argued back and forth about the best arrangement of flowers until Shikamaru convinced Chouji to just buy them all and figure out Karui’s favorite later. 

ChoCho grinned surprised by the sweet story.  Surprised that the old man had some moves back in the day.  

Her father had come by earlier to her embarrassment but they had worked together to arrange a beautiful bouquet for her mother. She often wondered at their relationship but their love was something undeniable.  ChoChohoped that her teammates took notes about how to treat those they loved. 

ChoCho fell into step with the Yamanakas helping to clean up before she was set to leave.  And of course, she was on her way to see her team.  

“You’re always welcome here, you know that right?”  Ino assured her. She had a special bond with the Akimichi.  It wasn’t always easy being the female in their trio.

Surrounded by a melody of flowers and the warmth of family, this was just like a second home.  

“I know.”

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The 17th generation of InoShikaCho sat together in the cramped booth talking about everything and nothing all at once.  A similar scene of love and familiarity having occurred many times in the past.  

At times the pressure to uphold their family’s legacy could be suffocating.  Certain heavy expectations and hopes were placed on their shoulders.  But they knew at the end of the day they were luckier than most.  They were teammates and best friends.  Not just by circumstances but by choice.  No matter what happened in this life, because of that bond they’d always have a home. 

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Did you see what I was trying to do here?  I love the customs that each family has but I like to see them interacting with each other.

Life got pretty hectic so writing needed to take a back seat.  I’m thankful that I was able to write what little I could.  I hope to be posting more regularly soon.  Thanks for your support and good vibes. 

 My sincere love, thanks and admiration for everyone who supported this week!  You are all amazing!  Love, love to you all!

[fuckinuchihas]

🌹 - Neji

Sorry this is so late I haven’t had wifi for like a month so thanks for being so patient <3  Also side note I really enjoyed writing this so I hope it’s okay!! 

Neji insists that he doesn’t need to get married. He can lead the clan without distraction if he stays unattached and unencumbered by the weight of those kinds of things. It's a little easier to imagine having a child now that the main branch of the family has grown in a variety of ways. However, he isn’t about to let down his guard just because the peace they reached after the war, seems to be holding up fairly well. 

His uncle is not pleased with this revelation. 

As he is still the head of their clan, Neji does have some obligation to meet his demands but after the first, second, and third attempts of ‘urgent meetings’ that quickly devolve into arranged marriage contract negotiations, he’s at his limit. 

He finally turns to Hinata for assistance but with her being married to the man she’s been in love with since she could barely walk, it’s not exactly helpful.

Neji doesn’t have a Naruto. 

There’s no one that has drawn him in or piqued his interest in the slightest. 

He really wishes his uncle would just stay out of it. 

That is until Hinata tells him about an upcoming ceremony where an ambassador from the village hidden in the waterfalls is meeting with all the local clan leaders to discuss a political marriage for their next in command. 

Marrying for money or privilege has never appealed to him, nor is he idealistic enough to put his faith in a cosmic power; be it fate, soulmates, or even something as abstract as love.

However, since the war, the land hidden in the waterfalls has rightfully felt cut off from the rest of the Land of Fire despite being centered between The Hidden Leaf Village and The Hidden Stone Village.

To have something to bond those in power wouldn’t be a terrible idea…

“Who all will be present?” Neji asks, almost surprising himself that he’s actually showing an interest. 

“Unfortunately there’s not many clans with unmarried heirs. The Nara clan is sending their third in line, Shino has requested that he not be included, but he’ll probably have to make an appearance anyway, and...and the Fuma clan will be sending someone, though I’m not sure who.” she says, showing quite a bit of worry. 

The Fuma clan is known for their aggression but none more than the most recently appointed heir. If not for how well things were already running, mostly due to Naruto’s heart and Shikmaru’s untouchable mind…

Well, to allow that man more power doesn’t sit right in his gut. 

“Tell Uncle I’ll be in attendance,” he says, ignoring the way Hinata’s eyes widen in surprise. “It can never hurt to keep an eye on the Fuma clan.” 

“I’ll let him know.” 

Neji gently bows his head to her and takes off in another direction. 

He has some research to do. 

The night of the ceremony he’s dressed in his formal wear despite the discomfort that comes from it, and his hair has been neatly straightened and pinned. There’s a prickle of nervousness at his fingertips but he ignores it in favor of arriving just a few minutes before the other guests. 

His uncle is giving him the most enthusiastic smile he’s seen from the man in years and it almost immediately makes him flinch back and turn around. 

No...this was his plan he’ll see it through.

It will be fine if you take up with the Nara clan member or even Shino he supposes but if it looks as if the Fuma clan have the upperhand, he’ll step in.

He isn’t full of himself, knows it’s nothing to do with who he is, his hopes, dreams, desires, but his clan is well known throughout all the villages and he has been appointed to be their heir as soon as his Uncle wishes to step down. 

Some nagging voice in the back of his mind is telling him that the old man is just waiting to marry him off before doing it.

Still, a contract with him is far superior to a contract with the Fuma clan and Neji understands the power of his position if nothing else. 

When you arrive, your face is hidden entirely under a thick veil, he bows his head to you politely and you return the motion, the same for your father. 

His uncle then proceeds to ‘keep casual conversation’ which in political rooms means something entirely different, as the four of you wait for the others to show up.

Shino is first, he stays humble and polite for a few moments but is suspiciously called to the school no more than five minutes after the introductions are over. 

Neji tries not to envy him. 

You’re soft spoken and quiet, Neji isn’t sure if that’s actually who you are or who you are in moments like this but he’s at least glad that you’re speaking on some topics as the conversation loops from one thing to another. 

The young man from the Nara clan...well he can hardly be called a man. He’s probably only barely old enough to be married at all, is nervous and awkward which is slightly amusing to him, but clearly not a viable candidate. 

Honestly, if you can just get things sewn up before Fuma gets he-

As if right on cue, the ceremonial curtain that was hung at the entrance of the room is loudly pulled away and in walks the overly entitled cesspool of DNA known as Fuma Ichizoku.

Servants follow him into the room despite the fact that marriage negotiations are meant to be private with only one advisor per each interested party. 

“Hey there, why don’t you take all that off and let me get a look at your pretty face,” he says, then he steps toward you and you subtly back away from the advance. It’s just a small movement really, the curve of your back arching just a little.

It’s enough for him. 

Neji wastes no time, he stands, politely bows to you and then meets Ichizoku head on. 

“I’m afraid you’re no longer welcome in these talks. Bringing uninvited guests into a treaty signing is not allowed,” he says cooly, ignoring the gasp from his cohorts. “I would advise that you read up on the formalities of contract negotiations before entering into one.” 

“Do you know who I am?” he asks, his words slurring a bit as the stink of alcohol invadesNeji’s air. 

“A previous guest who has been uninvited, now please see your way out,” Neji answers, looking to his people. It is in vain because they are clearly too intimidated to do anything about his disruptive behavior. 

In one quick, precise movement, Neji thumps his hand against the side of Ichizoku’s neck and he barely has time to start his complaint before crumpling to the floor.

He turns to you, eyes pale and gorgeous and he asks if you’d like to file a formal complaint. You quickly shake your head no before he turns back to the group that came in with him. “See to it that he gets home safely,” he says, but he makes a mental note to discuss this with Ichizoku’s father. If he can’t do better than this, he’s not fit to lead a clan of any kind, not even theirs. 

They quickly carry him out of the room and Neji returns to his seat. 

Your father scratches his chin with stoic features for a few beats before Neji watches the small uptick at the corner of his mouth and he feels a flood of something warm through him. 

“I’ve heard rumors you were reluctant to marry…” he says, and Neji slowly bows and nods his head. 

“That’s true yes...I had no altruistic intentions of marrying and having a family. I think-I thought it would be easier to lead my clan if I wasn’t concerned about a partner or children or returning home every night,” he says, but he looks to you, bows his head again, “But if I can be of use to my clan, to the people in my village, to the Allied Nations I want to do that. I want people in every hidden village to feel included in the peace that we’ve fought so hard to get,” he says, and he doesn’t think he’s talked this much in a while but it still doesn’t feel like enough. 

“So not for money or love, but political marriage interests you?” 

“It’s not that, sir. I just think that when you’re part of something greater than yourself or your clan, it gives you a sense of purpose and I believe anyone who experiences that is more invested in maintaining those ideals and feelings,” he says, and you find yourself smiling under the veil. 

“And you think you can share that feeling with our people?” he asks, and Neji goes quiet, lost in his thoughts for a moment.

Hiashi tries to cover the silence but your father just waits for him, observes him and waits. 

“To be honest sir, I’m not entirely sure I’m the best person for that. Until recently I was blind to most of the world outside the Hyuga compound,” he says, pausing to take a breath. “Perhaps you could find a better match elsewhere. Someone more open and kind. You see, I’m not very personable. Even my teammates and closest friends find me difficult…”

“Well I certainly didn’t expect quite that much honesty,” your father says, a hearty laugh bubbling out of his chest. 

“Sir?” 

“You’ll do fine, young Hyuga. You’ll do just fine.” 

“I’m not sure I understand…”

“The contracts can be amended if you find something to your dislike but read over them and make your decision. I know we’re eager to officially join in the peace treaty and have such respectful and honest allies at our backs.” 

Neji looks to you like he’s expecting you to stop him or something but you just nod your head in agreement and let him look over the pages, your skin tingling with anticipation.

You wait, breath feeling trapped in your throat as his eyes skim over the document when his signature is finalized across the bottom, you feel yourself smiling.

[minaa-munch]

Ferns and Familial Bonds

“Ryusui dono, I hope you’ve been well.”

“I have, dear. And you?”

“The Capitol has been a blessing. In fact--” The words were drowned by a sudden gust of wind that entailed a shower of lilac and magenta from the fuji flowers that swayed from the moss covered branches overhead, along with the tell-tale scent of wild honeysuckle. This particular section of the forest was leafier and perhaps, more flowery than the rest, with splashes of color in the form of apricot blossoms, hydrangea bushes, clumps of morning glory -- maybe even a few curious lavender blossoms peeking from beneath the various bushes peppering the forest floor. 

it was one of the few shared acres between the Akimichi, Nara and Yamanaka clans; located behind their clan monument. Akin to the monument itself, it was grand, it was colorful, it was--

Tan digits barely had time to cover his nose before he sneezed for the third time.

It was going to give him an allergy. Gingerly, he peeked at his now-damp fingers before his features scrunched up in disgust.

"Be careful not to dirty your clothes, little kinmokusei." said a soft, almost musical voice before a floral patterned handkerchief was offered to him; one he gratefully took. He carefully rubbed his tingling nose before folding the cloth neatly, tucking it away in his yukata sleeve. Sniffing miserably, watery blue hues stared at the wrinkly hand that was firmly clamped over his, before flickering to his grandmother's wrinkles. How come the mixture of scents didn’t bother her? 

Talk about unfair. Cue another, disdainful sniff as Ryusui turned to address yet another distant clan member (Minato had lost count) and his eyes flickered to the bit of lilac that was balancing precariously on his nose. He picked it before it could aggravate his poor sinuses any further, the petal held captive between his fingers. It was soft, almost velvety to the touch; it looked pretty too (sinuses-bias aside), and he could see why the Yamanaka preferred the color as the main theme for today.

Apart from flowers that he had no idea how to identify, of course. It was Inoichi’s Genpuku* ceremony, as he was going to officially be crowned as the heir to the Yamanaka clan. It was also to celebrate his admission into Konoha’s Ninja Academy, which was a matter of pride for the Yamanaka likewise. 

The young heir was expected to achieve great things - and Minato had no doubts he would; since he could already perform the shiranshin no jutsu and had amazing chakra control (as amazing as a six year old could figure, since his cousin could walk on trees and that was so cool) and he would probably be a Jonin before anyone knew it. 

He and Shikaku both. Cue a forlorn sigh as curious hues stared at the dirt trodden path the younger members of the clan had taken earlier in an excuse to collect herbs and shrubs; when it had actually been to get away from the boring adult meetings. Minato would have joined them, had it not been for Ryusui’s strong grip on his hand; as if she was afraid he would run away - not to say he hadn’t tried of course. 

She simply happened to be very...overprotective. Cue another useless tug; his umpteenth attempt to loosen his grandmother’s hold on his hand before a voice interrupted his valiant efforts.

“I would like to introduce my children, obaa sama.” Somewhat sullen (he was not pouting), he peeked at the newcomers through his blond fringe, only to find a curious pair of dark hazels staring back at him. A boy who seemed to be around his age and height was observing him from behind a blond girl who had her head bowed respectfully towards the clan elder, her pale blond locks framing the sides of her face in a dainty, almost royal manner.

Were they from the Daimyo’s court? The lady - their mother, judging from the way she spoke about them - wore an elaborate green kimono that had a delicate gold trim. The girl was wearing a similar dress, though hers happened to be a darker shade of green whereas the boy was wearing a formal yukata of a startling, sapphire blue.   

They practically reeked of aristocracy and he couldn’t help but stare. 

“Its rude to stare, you know.” Of course, the universe was out to get him wasn’t it? Minato felt the tips of his ears burn as the girl narrowed her eyes at him in what he perceived to be a glare; easily missing the humorous tilt in her words. Instead, he ducked his head in embarrassment.  

“Summimasen” He was too mortified to notice the amused chuckle that was passed amidst the three females. It wasn’t until a shy tug at his sleeve that he looked up again, to familiar dark hues. 

“Wanna go explore?” The boy spoke in hushed tones as their elders talked. He seemed to be the friendlier of the two; with an easy, infectious smile and red spots on his cheeks. His gaze was welcoming too, and Minato decided he instantly liked him.

Besides, girls were weird. “Hai” Both boys exchanged grins at that, before turning to their respective elders.

“Ne, can we go explore please, hahu-e?”

“Can we, obaa sama?”  

To their credit, both women didn’t immediately succumb to the combined efforts of large, hopeful eyes and pouting lips; even though they were very well tempted to. Instead, they exchanged a look before nodding in agreement - Ryusui’s a tad more reluctant. 

“Only if Tsunade goes with you.”

“Yatta!” Before Minato could react, the boy had grabbed his hand and was now proceeding to drag him towards one of the many, leaf littered forest paths that led away from the clearing. The girl - Tsunade, followed them at a leisurely pace.

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“And then...” Cue a suspenseful pause as the two leaned closer, “he blew up!”

“Really?” Minato couldn’t help but ask, blue hues wide and curious as Tsunade nodded, light hazels focused on her fingernails, a smirk playing on her lips.

“Mhm. Luckily I was there, or my teammates would have had their heads blown off.” She remarked, clearly reveling in the unabashed (read: awe inspiring) attention she was getting from the two - more from Minato than Nawaki, since he had heard her stories before but was excited by gory details, just like any other kid his age.

Minato, though? he was enthralled. “You’re so cool, Tsunade ane.” Blue hues practically sparkled in the sunlight, “Can you teach me how to do that?”

“Iie” Tsunade raised her nose, “You need to be a shinobi first, gaki.” She lowered her hand to her lap before raising an brow, “and you’re not even in the academy yet, are you?”

“I’ll be joining this year, after Inoichi ani” The younger blond was relentless as his expression turned more childish, complete with wide eyes and a trembling lower lip, “Please?”

Their exploration had been cut short; both boys were now sitting on the mossy forest floor while Tsunade was perched on a knobbly outgrowth of a root, one leg slung carelessly across the other through the slit of her kimono. She had a makeshift crown of morning glory and apricot blossoms on her head and seemed very much like a forest spirit holding court with her shorter, spirit underlings.

“I’ll think about it.”

“Arigatou, Tsunade ane.”

Nawaki had made crowns for the two of them too; except they consisted solely of dandelions and ferns. “Tsunade ane is a talented chunin” Nawaki nodded in a sagely manner before turning to his new friend, a large smile on his face, “But I’ll leave her in the dust when I become Hokage, ne?” There was a swell of pride in his words, and the rosy spots on his cheek shone with a flush that dusted the bridge of his nose.

Was that even possible? “You’ll be Hokage?” Minato questioned instead, with a curious tilt of his head, “Aren’t you too young to be Hokage?”

“Iie, not like that Mina chan” Nawaki sprung to his feet, clothed chest puffed out, “I’ll train super hard and out rank my sister and be Hokage, just like Hashirama oji!” The declaration was met with silence as he turned fully towards the younger blond, “Everyone and Tsunade ane will acknowledge me and I’ll acknowledge everyone, regardless of their clan because that’s what oji sama did.”

His back was turned so he didn’t notice the fond smile on Tsunade’s face, though Minato certainly did - it was very similar to Ryusui obaa sama’s and he was beginning to see the familial resemblance. “That sounds like a lot of work, Nawaki ani” He replied, his gaze flickering to the elder, just as he deflated a little, “Iie, not like that! I believe in you” Cue a shy, childish grin, “You’ll make a great Hokage, Nawaki ani.”

Nawaki positively beamed and Minato felt happy. He offered a hand to the Namikaze, one which he took, before pulling him to his feet, their footfalls echoing the delightful crunch of fallen leaves that littered the forest.

“My first order as the future Hokage...” Nawaki raised his index finger, solemn “Is to outrun Tsunade ane in a forest sprint.” Cue a wide, mischievous grin before he took off, dragging the younger blond with him as Tsunade hopped off her perch.

“Oi, you can’t just randomly announce a sprint Nawaki!”

“Can’t lecture who you can’t catch ane san!” The Senju didn’t even bother looking back as he laughed. Minato did, though. Blue hues peeked at the now shrinking figure of the forest spirit, a homely smile on her face as she shook her head.

He could have sworn she said something, but they were too far away to tell.

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They ran for what felt like hours to his six year self, though it was probably a few minutes. They had to make a couple of detours because Tsunade almost caught them - and like a downright onni, too. She would unexpectedly spring from a random bush, arms raised over her head and leaves stuck in her hair.

For their part, they didn’t scream because one of them happened to be the future Hokage whereas the other would be his first loyal, shinobi (which couldn’t be further from the truth, judging from the shrill, almost girly shrieks that reverberated around the trees after such encounters). No matter how sneaky they tried to be, Tsunade would always manage to jump them somehow. At first Minato thought it was because she was miffed at the un-called for sprint, but judging from the devilish smile on her face every time, he deduced she was having fun at their expense.

If their expense translated to him almost getting a heart attack every time, that is. The blond cast furtive glances as Nawaki jumped behind a fallen tree, one large enough to easily swallow their forms in its massive shadow. 

“Is the coast clear?” 

Cue a short nod, before the Senju pulled him to their new hiding spot. For his part, Nawaki barely looked a little more than ruffled, whereas Minato was having a hard time catching his breath, despite the grin on his face. He hadn’t had this much fun in a while. 

“Wanna see something cool?” Nawaki whispered conspiratorially as they hid from their self proclaimed baby sitter. Minato, ever the curious child, nodded as he tucked his knees under his chin. As quiet as they were trying to be, he had a sneaking suspicion that the older Senju probably knew where they were - her presence was like a tickle on the back of his neck. 

But maybe that was just him, since Nawaki seemed confident that they were alone. He gave the younger a toothy grin before bringing his hand, palm up between them. Dark hues narrowed, and there was a sliver of light green before a few ferns poked their heads out of his skin. 

“Ho--” Minato clamped a hand over his mouth to stifle his words. Nawaki shot him another grin before his brows furrowed in concentration. A few beats later, and he had a miniature bush in his hand, complete with twigs, ferns, plant sprouts and fully grown dandelions. His forehead was peppered with sweat at the exertion, but he managed to retain his friendly smile regardless. 

“P-pretty cool, ne?“ He wheezed, “Demo, its not perfect yet but I’ve been practicing.” He sounded proud of himself and Minato didn’t blame him - he had never seen anyone grow stuff out of their hands before. In fact, the only person who had been reputedly able to do that was the legendary Shodai...

They very same Shodai who happened to be Nawaki and Tsunade’s grandfather. Suddenly, his earlier references to ‘Hashirama oji’ made sense and he felt silly for not noticing it sooner. Minato scooted a bit closer, before a tan finger poked at the fern in his hand cautiously. 

It even seemed real! “That’s amazing, Nawaki ani” He whispered, the excited flush on his face underlining his hushed tone, “You’re amazing! Can you teach me how to do that?” 

“I don’t know, Mina chan” Nawaki sounded sheepish, though more uncertain as he scratched his chin in a thoughtful manner, “No one ever taught me and it just...happened...” Trailing off, he noticed the younger’s disheartened expression and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, the same infectious smile on his face.

“But if I figure out how, you’ll be the first person I teach, ne?” The foliage in his hand was starting to rapidly age and fall off, leaving the skin of his palm smooth, as if nothing had grown on it in the first place. “You can be my kouhai and I’ll be your senpai and I teach you the jutsu, we can prank Tsunade ane together” 

If anything, Nawaki seemed more excited by the prospect of tricking his older, more qualified sister. There was a playful sparkle in his eye and a laughter in his tone that Minato had trouble resisting. Both boys shared a wide grin and Nawaki held out two fingers for the Namikaze, “Its a promise, ne?”

Maybe this is what it felt like to be acknowledged by someone other than Ryusui obaa sama - or maybe it was because Nawaki was such a friendly person; regardless, it did little to stifle the warm, comfortable feeling that translated to an accentuated flush in his cheeks. 

It was...nice. Also, he was certain he had the best cousins ever. As such, tan digits had no qualms in curling around the elder’s fingers, “hai, Nawaki ani.” 

There was a comfortable silence after that, before the sound of fluttering wings prompted their attention. Curious, Nawaki peeked from over the fallen wood as Minato took to glancing at the back, “I think we lost her” the older of the two whispered, before cautiously walking out of their hiding spot, prompting the younger to follow him. 

True, Minato couldn’t feel the slight tickle at the back of his neck either. Maybe she had given up? Curious, blue hues stared at the flickering sunlight dancing along their forest path, taking care not to crash into the older boy. 

The forest was oddly serene - and pretty. The trees allowed shafts of sunlight to illuminate the grassy floor, each flickering whenever a breeze found itself trapped between their many, many branches. The scent of foliage was rather overwhelming, and he was sure that the two of them would smell like wet soil or rotting wood by the time they returned for the ceremony. 

Speaking of, it was getting rather late, wasn’t it? “I think we might be lost, Nawaki ani.” The words tumbled out of his mouth before he could check himself - he couldn’t help it though, they had clearly lost track of time and the forest was huge. 

Though what bothered him a little more was the fact that Nawaki didn’t immediately reply. The boy paused, a contemplative expression on his face as he observed their surroundings, “I wouldn’t say lost, Mina chan.” He blinked at him over his shoulder, “The trees...I can’t explain it, but I think they can help us get back.”

But trees don’t talk. If he felt silly for thinking it, he would certainly sound just as bad if he said it out loud. Minato merely blinked back with a curious tilt of his head. A part of him was willing to argue the logic behind Nawaki’s words, but another, more childish part was willing to believe him. 

Nawaki was going to be Hokage, so he couldn’t be wrong, it reasoned, and for some stupid reason he was willing to roll with it. Both of them exchanged nods, before Nawaki raised two fingers in a standard jutsu seal at his chest. Curious, Minato observed him from the side, blue hues widening at the flicker of light green from earlier. 

It couldn’t be a trick of the light a second time...maybe it was what they called chakra? Minato opened his mouth to ask, but then there was that familiar tickle at the back of his neck again--

“Gotcha you little gremlin” Both of them were lifted clean off their feet by the backs of their yukatas, prompting collective, surprised yelps (they were very manly yelps, thank you very much). Minato, for one, took solace in the fact that Nawaki looked just as unsettled as he felt. Blue hues caught dark counterparts before both of them peeked at their captor. 

Tsunade looked bored for someone who was holding two boys at arms length, and at least half a foot in the air too. Their eyes met and she shot the two a bemused grin, “you really thought you could give me, a chunin, the slip?” 

Were girls normally this strong, or was it also because she was a chunin? Minato would probably never know, he was too flabbergasted to comment. 

Luckily, Nawaki did enough flailing and talking for both of them, “We gave you the slip for a while didn’t we?” He crossed his arms with a soft grunt, looking almost comical with the way his form swayed in her grip.  

“Iie, hahu-e came looking for us earlier.” Tsunade replied, “She was angry because we missed the ceremony.” She was smirking, but both of them were too mortified to notice, “I told her it was because you two ran away.”

“What? But ane san!”

“...”

Oh, they were in so much trouble. 

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The distant sound of thunder echoed in the small room he dragged his futon next to her larger one. It was raining outside; a light drizzle that played a delightful staccato against the wooden tiles of Yamanaka Ryusui’s homely quarters. During times like these, the elder would usually ask him to sleep in her room, since the rain brought an onslaught of memories she didn’t like. 

Or at least, that’s what she had said. His grandmother barely slept as it was; more often than naught he had caught her staring out of a gap between the thin, rice paper doors with the most forlorn expression on her face. As if she was elsewhere; far away. 

“I’m sorry, my little kinmokusei”  

It worried him at times, since he was scared that she might forget to return one day. Brows furrowed briefly at the thought before he willed it away, instead, choosing to face his grandmother who was staring at him with tears in her eyes. She moved a little closer, her covers pooling around her lap before thin, clothed arms pulled him in for a smothering hug.

And Minato let her. This was part of their nightly ritual and practically routine at this point; she would always hold him close before retiring to bed, chin resting atop his head while long, straw colored locks tickled the sides of his face. He had stopped questioning it, since whenever he did, she would tell him he was too young to understand. Blue hues stared absently at their flickering shadows colored by the lamplight and he briefly wondered whether it was because of today (he and Nawaki had gotten a scolding of a lifetime). 

The hold loosened and he was briefly pulled away to meet her watery gaze, “Promise me you will always be kind.” Frail, trembling digits clasped younger counterparts. Irises the color of the mid-day sky stared at him with a mixture of unmasked sentiments; apprehension, love, expectation--

Fear. It was funny, the six year old thought, how his grandmother could switch from aloof to emotional so effortlessly; Nary a clansman could claim to be privy to how she actually was - since she was so composed in front of everyone else. But when they were alone, he would see her crumble like the foliage he had seen in Nawaki’s palm earlier. Curious hues blinked, before he curled his fingers around her own, a childish smile on his face, “I promise, obaa sama.”

His words prompted a genuine, heartfelt smile on her pinched features. At that point, Minato didn’t care that this promise...this little ritual of theirs was practically routine, and had been since as long as he could remember.  

Her smile was worth his entire world.

Genpuku is the coming of age ceremony which was held for the children of samurai clans. I’ve twisted it around quite a bit, so please don’t use this snippet as a reference for the actual tradition.

Note: I share this headcanon with @senjutsunade​. If you’d like to use it, or incorporate it somehow, please get permission first and link it back here, ne? Thanks in advance!

[wrathful-gem]

“Is that really among the worst?” Her question this time was genuine. To her faking an illness hardly seemed all that bad at all, but she couldn’t relate to this either, considering gems did not get sick. Perhaps this was a more personal thing for him. “From what I’ve seen of humans, that’s a pretty mild offense”

She eyed his offered hand for a moment, but knew enough about social cues to u defat and what she was to do. She was still quite interested in what sort of things Nara had to say, so she would continue to go with it for now. She takes his offered hand, and nods.

“The park sounds lovely. Haven’t spent too much time in one myself. Well...” she pauses and shrugs a shoulder. “Unless you count the amusement park.” She grins. “The only thing amusing about that place is both how much of that money stuff people use there, and how willing they seem to be to pay to get Ill. But regardless, either way, it’s a wee bit of an improvement from here”

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[mishamoonberry]

A Change in Attitude

ERASING IMPOSSIBILITY CHAPTER 17 - AO3 / FFN

This chapter doesn’t have Oro-chan-san angst just yet, haha, I think it will appear soon in later chapters.

Thank you so much for your support!

Enjoy reading!!

17 days after Team Minato’s bell test

“Ugh,” is Obito’s eloquent reply to Minato-sensei’s announcement this morning after our daily warm-ups. The boy’s shoulders are sagging, his expression conveying exactly what he thinks about Minato-sensei’s words. ���Minato-sensei, why must we take that mission? Another kind of D-rank is better than this!”

“Idiot,” Kakashi rolls his eyes, crossing his arms together as he stares at Obito rather distastefully. “You can’t choose every mission by yourself, idiot. You do what you’re given.” Though judging from his grimace when Minato-sensei announced it, he’s not particularly happy about the mission either.

Obito rolls his eyes in return, his expression somehow mirroring Shikako’s usual ‘I-am-so-done-with-everything-right-now’ expression, in which it’s a clear indication that he’s spent too much time around the Nara. “Yeah,” Obito stresses out, sounding a bit sarcastic, “but they’re D-ranks. Lots of civilians order D-ranks, so there are plenty we can choose from!”

“There’s nothing wrong with catching the cat, Obitobi-kun,” I decide to butt in, chirping happily. My hands are clasped around each other behind my back, and I have to restrain a cackle when Obito sends me a totally betrayed look.

“That’s because the cat likes you, Rin-chan,” he almost whines, his arms flailing about, “the demon almost destroyed my goggles the last time around!”

“I hope it gets destroyed today,” comes Kakashi’s soft mutter from beside me, and I have to elbow him in the stomach lest he says it aloud, making him grunt in a mix of surprise and irritation. Thankfully, it seems like Obito didn’t hear what Kakashi said, and thus no more arguments happen at the moment.

“Ranran isn’t that bad,” I try to placate, watching in amusement as both of them grimace the very moment I said it. The white feline may or may not be this era’s Tora the Demon Cat, considering she is owned by the Daimyo’s young wife, as well. She really isn’t that bad. The last time Team Minato had to catch her, she was willing enough to come to my arms when I tried to crouch and offer her some catnip. I might or might not have placed a soothing genjutsu on her though. Mikoto-sensei’s teaching on Genjutsu really helps a lot in times like this.

Oh well.

What Obito and Kakashi didn’t (and still don’t) know won’t hurt them.

Though I’m pretty sure Minato-sensei knows, judging from his amused glance at my absolutely sweet smile. Seems like I can’t get anything past him. Granted, he’s a Jounin, so… No surprise there, I guess.

He’s still a sadist, though.

He knows neither Obito or Kakashi fancy the cat catching mission. One, Kakashi is a dog person. Two, Obito holds a grudge over the Goggles Scratching Post Incident. Three, while tracking it is easy enough, considering Kakashi’s skills, catching the cat is the main problem in the mission.

I bet Minato-sensei laughs his ass off when the mission ended, the last time around. He didn’t help at all, saying it was a good team exercise and we even spotted him eating dango while watching us, the asshole.

“Alright, alright,” Minato-sensei claps his hands, finally taking charge before any more arguments can happen and breaking my thoughts about the past. “No complaining. A mission is a mission. Let’s finish this quickly, okay?”

Cue groaning ensues.

I smile.

They’re so easy and fun to rile.

19 days after Team Minato’s bell test

“Eh?”

The green chakra around my hands dissipates into nothing as I falter, staring up wide eyed at Kishimoto-sensei. In the Mind Palace, Rinny lets out an equally surprised noise, less because of Kishimoto-sensei’s ability to make both of our concentrations falter, but more because of what he chose to say to the both of us. The older man doesn’t seem to notice my sudden distress as he simply smiles easily and gently like usual, his dark brown eyes meeting my own without any hesitation.

“Like I said,” Kishimoto-sensei says, “I think it’s best if you avoid Oro-tan for a little while.”

“Eh?” I said, again, probably with a dumb expression.

That’s… Really unexpected.

I… Isn’t Kishimoto-sensei good friends with Oro-chan-san? I hastily ask Rinny, who seems to be rendered speechless as much as I am.

I don’t know, Rinny answers, shaking her head, there isn’t any character named Kishimoto in the series but… Kishimoto-sensei calls him Oro-tan, and he seems to be comfortable around Orochimaru-sama, so I thought…

This is really weird, I furrow my eyebrows, and really scary. Why do you think he tells us this all of a sudden?

Um, the Inner hesitates, maybe something happened?

“Uh,” I say outwardly, agreeing with Rinny to ask Kishimoto-sensei on what kind of shit happened to make him said that, “did something happen between Oro-chan-san and you, sensei?”

If anything, Kishimoto-sensei seems to brighten. “Oh, no, no! Nothing of the sort, really,” he waves his hand, “I just heard some rumors, that’s all. You’re my cute little student, and I don’t want your reputation to be stained because of the rumors surrounding Oro-tan.”

“What…?” I breathe out, finding myself very surprised.

“Just do as I told you to, okay, Rin-chan? It’s for your own good.”

For my own good? I can’t help but repeat a bit sardonically inwardly, even though I manage to nod at him, making him smile.

Perhaps—

Perhaps if Orochimaru really is beyond saving at this point of time—when he’s too deep in his experiments, in his desire to know more, to have more—then it really will be for my own good to stay away from him.

But is he really? Beyond saving, that is. Has he really fallen that deep already?

I’ve heard rumors circulating around Orochimaru before, mostly on how creepy he looks and how inhumane his knowledge as well as his repertoire of jutsu, but it’s very weird for Kishimoto-sensei to be wary of the rumors now, because I’m sure as hell those rumors have been around for quite a good while. Especially since Orochimaru looks stone faced whenever those rumors appear—as if it’s nothing of the ordinary, as if it’s to be expected from the people around him—and how he seems to shut himself off more whenever the rumors are within our hearing range. That’s why I always make it a point to scold whoever I find to be talking shit about him. Not only it probably puts me in Orochimaru’s good books—if he even has any—it also causes the miniscule tension in his shoulders and the stony look on his face to melt down completely into something more… soft.

Some shinobi will say I’m hallucinating, but there were certain instances where Orochimaru looks relaxed and completely at peace with himself.

Those are the moments when I was always reminded how human Orochimaru could be, can be.

And would have he stopped being human, the very moment he finds no reason to? As far as I am aware, Canon Rin never had any sort of interaction with Orochimaru whatsoever, and there was never shown an entity called Kishimoto Masashi in the series ever. But Canon world barely covers anything anyway, with how much plot holes it has, and perhaps, perhaps, the equivalent of Kishimoto-sensei did exist in canon.

Kishimoto-sensei is? Was? Close to Oro-chan-san, I mull over, frowning a little bit. If, say, someone who was close to Canon Orochimaru left him behind because of some rumors, would that be the catalyst that set him off the edge?

I’m perhaps guessing things too much here, but I really cannot help but to grasp on the last bits of hope that Orochimaru is not beyond saving. Not yet. I feel like Jiraiya, at this point, or even Sarutobi Hiruzen, for still believing in the good of Orochimaru, for still hoping for a positive thing from the Snake Sannin—

If he really is beyond saving, Rinny says, cutting off my thoughts, what would you do?

I pause.

If he really is beyond saving… If he really, really, has become something similar to the villain that gave Sasuke the Cursed Seal in Canon world, there’s only one thing that I know I would do.

I would run the hell away from him.

He’s Sannin, and I’m just a Genin. I can’t capture or kill him. I’m not in the other Sannin’s or Sarutobi’s caliber. I would just get myself killed if I try to confront him (which shows how suicidal Naruto must be, to throw himself at Orochimaru in his rage and bout of irrationality).

And I… would be sad.

Disappointed, maybe. Because I still believe that Orochimaru can change, somehow. That the soft, insecure man I’ve seen in passing from time to time is there and living and that he still has some good in his heart, somewhere.

Still, there’s not much point in thinking about it now.

I still do not know Orochimaru’s current state. But the last time I’ve seen him, he’s still as normal as ever. I am going to have myself stick with my last Probably Not Reliable assessment of him: that he’s still redeemable and can be steered away from being a traitor, somehow.

I’m not going to let a rumor and a warning from someone who believes on rumors change my perception of Orochimaru. Not even if Kishimoto-sensei is my teacher whom I respect and trust.

It will simply make me more careful, of course; because there are usually small truths within rumors.

Still, whether Orochimaru is beyond saving or not, I will only know when I see him next time.

21 Days after Minato’s Bell Test

“Yahoo, Minato’s little minions!” A familiar voice calls out from the corner of the training grounds, and I perk up. My gaze instantly goes to the source of the voice, Kakashi, Obito and Minato-sensei doing the same. While Obito blinks in confusion at the newcomer, Kakashi simply stares, looking as if he’s restraining a sigh.

Minato-sensei and I, though, we’re grinning widely. The only difference is that Minato-sensei looks more lovesick and dopey than I do.

(I miss the assessing look Kakashi throws at me the very moment he sees me going all goo-goo eyes on Kushina, as well as his furrowed eyebrows when he catches an idea on what’s going on with me at that very moment).

I have to restrain a snort. Hopeless, this one. He’s so whipped, I can see it in his expression.

“Kushina-san!” I greet her, cheerful. The red haired woman approaches us with a grin, her hand already reaching forward to ruffle my hair gently. “What are you doing here?”

“I was bored,” comes Kushina’s answer, “So I thought why not visit Minato’s little minions. I see you’re still as grumpy as ever, Kakashi-kun,” she glances at Kakashi, giving him a teasing smile. Kakashi harrumphs in retaliation.

“And I haven’t met the other minion yet!” She moves toward Obito, bending down to look at him in eye level, watching in amusement when Obito yelps in surprise. “Yo, kiddo, I’m Uzumaki Kushina, Minato’s girlfriend.”

Obito’s expression clears, then, lighting up as if he has some sort of an epiphany. “Oh! I’m Uchiha Obito!” He says, “It’s nice to meet you, Uzumaki-san.”

“Eh, just call me Kushina,” the jinchuuriki waves her hand flippantly, “How about Kushina nee-chan?” She glances at me, “You can call me that too, Rin-chan”.

I brighten up. There is no way I’m gonna pass up this chance! “Kushina-nee-chan!” I exclaim happily.

“Kushina nee-chan, then,” Obito seems to like Kushina too, because he’s smiling as he says it.

Then, the rest of us stares at Kakashi.

The boy looks a bit uncomfortable, but glances away as he says, “…Kushina-san.”

Kushina exaggeratedly pouts, scooting over to poke Kakashi in the stomach. The boy jumps a little, glaring lightly when I snort.

“You’re no fun, Kakashi-kun!”

“…Whatever, Kushina-san.”

“Tch,” Kushina clicks her tongue. Though she’s obviously still in good humor, considering how she still looks happy (and very, very pretty, oh gosh) as she stands up, smacking Minato’s shoulder. “You’ve gotten yourself cute little minions here, Minato!”

“They’re my student, Kushina…” Minato says with a laugh, rubbing his shoulder.

“Students, minions, same thing,” she ignores Kakashi’s mutter of ‘it’s different’ and grins, her hands positioned on her hips, “anyway, you’re not planning anything particular for them today, right?”

Minato blinks. “Well, no, not exactly. Why?”

I have a bad feeling about this. And beside me, Kakashi seems to share the sentiment, considering how he is staring at Kushina warily, as if expecting her to suddenly pounce him or something.

“Well,” Kushina sounds super cheerful as she stares us down, a wicked gleam in her eyes. “I wanna play tag.”

The three of us are frozen, and even Minato-sensei seems to gulp. Either out of fear or arousal, I do not know, but either way, I totally understand him at this moment. Kushina looks predatory¸ and for a second I wonder who is the true sadist in the relationship: Minato or Kushina. I don’t have time to dwell on that more though, because she moves into a stance, causing us three genins to be more alert than before.

“I’m gonna be it,” she grins at us, meeting our eyes one by one, “you have five minutes to escape and try to hide. Starting from now.”

We run like our asses are on fire.

XXX

So.

Both of them are closet sadists.

Aside from the fact that Minato-sensei seems to be torn between being worried for our lives or being very turned on at the sight of his girlfriend stomping us to the ground, he still chooses to sit back and watch everything unfold, with a lop sided smile, while eating dango.

And Kushina seems to hold back when she’s catching us, but not enough.

Seriously, she uses her chains to hold Kakashi down on the ground!

Despite myself being tired as fuck and sore, I can’t help but grin and laugh and just in sheer awe.

She’s so cool. Kushina-nee is so cool.

It’s still terrifying though, and she even cackles while attacking us with her chains.

The rest of the afternoon is spent with screaming and yelling children, and a cackling Red Hot Habanero.

Author’s note:

Hello.

I want to apologize for the long wait and the short chapter. As I have mentioned in the latest announcement, I’m having problems both in real life and in writing itself. Making long chapters is beginning to be very taxing for me, whose mind tend to wander here and there most of the time.

I’ve told you this before and some of you have kindly answered my question, therefore I’ve decided to make each chapters shorter than usual. I used to produce 5k-7k words each chapter, and it’s VERY tiring for me. From now on my chapters will be 1k-2k in length, more if I get lucky, and I hope that you can still like my story despite that. Updates will perhaps be faster as well; mostlikely once every two or three weeks.

[mercurialtraveller-blog]

Clear Sky, 21°C

Japan, 〒530-0037 Ōsaka-fu, Ōsaka-shi, Kita-ku, Matsugaechō, 6−1, グロウビル

Day 8 Nara/Kyoto After falling asleep at 4am after failing at writing my journal I woke at 5:30am feeling like someone was stabbing me in the stomach. Great. What's the saying? 'Better out than in'? And so it was. Note to self: don't eat *all* the junk food on a hangover. Back to bed. Woke in time to hear Maddy and Ville getting ready to go to Nara. Wasn't going to be ready in time. Fell back asleep. Woke again. Didn't want to waste another day so quickly got ready and headed out to Nara. Nara 📷 is a City just outside of Kyoto with a huge park at the foot of a mountain. The park is essentially woodlands with concrete paths through it, with various gardens, shrines and temples dotted around it. It's also home to some of the most tame deer you will ever see 📷 . I made it to the edge of the park and delivered the keys to Maddy and Ville as they were on their way back and ventured into the park alone. I wandered for a while before it started to turn dark and I headed back towards Nara's centre. I navigated past several shrines, but unfortunately didn't have time to make it to the foot of the mountains before it got dark, and the botanical gardens were shut by the time I arrived. I did however managed to pet a mother deer whose baby was in close proximity. A heartwarming experience, indeed. Back through Nara and onto the train in anticipation of watching the Arsenal game at an Irish pub in Kyoto. I had some success with my (very) limited Japanese when I managed to alert a guy that he had left his headphones on his seat by using 'sumimasen' (thanks Vicki!). However, failure to check/confirm my route properly ended up with missing the first 20 mins of the game, followed by the bar staff kindly switching to a different game at 70 mins, means throughout the season I've still only seen a total of approx 90 mins of Arsenal live on TV - the least I've ever watched since I started properly following football about 12 years ago. Oh well. At least we won 2-0! Maddy and Ville's friends had arrived earlier in the day and they had all just met for some food nearby to the Irish pub, so I headed over to say hello and get some food. They were in an Izayaka restaurant, which is similar to Tapas. Their friends were Gerard, Miriam and Mara, whom they had met at a previous job. I was so impressed with Gerard and Miriam's Japanese. It transpired they had lived here for some time before. Mara really reminded me of my friend Lara, despite being Italian, not Palestinian. 📷 The Izayaki was... Interesting! Many dishes of many different varieties were consumed... The most interesting probably being 'Cod Innards in Spicy Sauce' and 'Liver in Teriyaki Sauce'. Both of these were ordered without knowing what they actually were before they arrived. To be fair, I enjoyed both, but couldn't have eaten a lot of either! The Teriyaki sauce was some of the best I've ever tried, however. The most boring dish award definitely goes to Mara - she attempted to liven up her plain cabbage first with butter and then with ketchup... Top marks for effort Mara! Ville disappeared back home but the rest of us wanted to grab another drink. After the meal we went out to see Miriam and Gerard's old boss in the bar they used to work in. They managed to convince him that they were married and that this was their honeymoon and that she was pregnant. They achieved this despite Gerard being fairly obviously gay, and the fact that they were with three friends... Who takes friends on a honeymoon!? Onwards to another rock bar. ING. Friendly atmosphere, but a bit more formal and tame than Crunch. I defo preferred Crunch. I'm sure there were a few amusing conversations but the one that sticks out was a further discussion around 'butt spray', with the discovery that a little stick comes out and sprays it; so we now know where the spray comes from, but not how it knows how to aim! I still will never use it again... As there were 5 of us we decided to walk home. On the way back we bumped into a couple of Japanese lads who had a car, cueing Nara and Gerard to debate who could offer them the best 'payment' for the ride home..! We said our goodbyes, as we didn't expect to see the others again as we were leaving for Osaka the next morning. Arrived back at our Airbnb. Noodles, reading and bed awaited.

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❛ What is going on out here? ❜ (@dobujutsu)

Oh, just your casual traumatize-a-Jonin Tuesday with the Yondaime.

Not that Minato would ever say that out loud. Refraining the urge to snicker, he flashed Shikaku an apologetic grin. The Nara had his hand on his chest in the midst of catching his breath from when Minato had startled him a minute ago, popping out of thin air like an awkward, uncalled for summons.

Cue what had been a yelp accompanied by an equally uncharacteristic twitch of the eyebrow which, unbeknownst to Shikaku, was going to become a habit as long as his friend was the Yondaime.

“Would it kill you to get around like a normal person, hokage sama?”

“Hai hai, summimasen” 

Blue hues caught curious, younger counterparts peeking from behind an amused couple standing near the small crowd that had stepped out of Ichiraku’s due to the commotion. The innocent question had been practically whispered amidst the amiable chatter, and had conveniently caught his attention. 

Ah, this was awkward, “Gomen na, chibi chan.” It wasn’t everyday the hokage indulged in a childish antic or two, despite the Sandaime’s constant disclaimers that he was supposed to be a role model for the ‘fledglings who would inherit the will of fire’. 

Keyword: supposed. Of course, now he knew why Kushina chose to startle people the way she did - Shikaku’s reaction had been priceless. 

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