#Hotarunootoko

[loveoaths]

2. things you said through your teeth w familial haku & zabuza

note: this was supposed to be a drabble about an AU scenario where, after haku and zabuza “die” on the bridge and are knocked into the water, haku’s hyoton activates a la Aang in the Iceberg and they wake up disoriented and not-quite-dead, not-quite-alive on the ghostly shores of Uzushio. but then i forgot what the fuck i was talking about, and now i’m sick of looking at this in my drafts, so i’m kicking it out half-formed and terrible as it is in the hopes that someone someday takes this idea and runs with it, because it’s got supernatural yokai goodness written all over it. 

the gulls rove over their heads, beady pebble-black eyes cavernous with unabashed hunger & the terrible patience of scavengers. the ocean hisses against haku’s ankles, leaving rings of salt to dry & itch against his skin. 

it is slow going, slogging through sodden sand with zabuza’s dead weight draped across his back. it would be better to stop & rest somewhere, but the shore they washed up on was a foreign one, cleaner & whiter than anything back in kirigakure, & haku has no idea how long they were out before they woke up on the beach, his hyoton splintering around them like a casket as he awoke to a disoriented, half-conscious zabuza, & a cauterized wound that still howled with burning pain burrowed in his chest. if they stayed they were sitting ducks. if they moved, they did so without knowing what dangers lay ahead. zabuza was lapsing in & out of consciousness, too pale behind his dun colored skin with bloodless. so haku had made the best decision he could at the time.

he would swallow the pain & press on, loyal to the very end.

his collarbone is more shattered than broken. his left arm a dead, sodden weight poorly lashed against his side, & his heart ( he trembles, hates the rush of bile in his throat, its acidic shameful aftertaste ) , his heart is an open wound.

when, he thinks, a rare blade of bitterness splitting his lips in a bittersweet smile, was it not ?

the pectoral flesh & muscle that once covered it withered & burned in the wake of the copynin’s raikiri. he should be dead, he thinks, knows, somehow, that he is dead, but when he lays the bruised fingers of his right hand over the hole he can still feel it beating behind the thick layer of ice growing over it, organic & all too alive. he cannot bring himself to look down at it ; the strained muscles in his neck are too weak & his soul too frightened of looking at his own heart & concretizing what he has always feared to be true: he is a monster, both less & more than human, unfit to tarry among the living. 

too afraid to look down, too tired to look back at whence he came. there is only forward, now.

it should be a hopeful vista, but the gulls continue to circle, & the sea continues to sing its siren song, & haku knows that no matter how many ellipses his heels carve into the wet sand it is still a death sentence, & all sentences eventually come to an end.

forward is the only way he can go. 

he bites his lip until he can taste the rust.

“I will always protect you Zabuza-san,” haku grits out between bloodied teeth. 

& he walks.

[biteheir]

hotarunootoko replied to your post: karin’s favorite veggie ? cabbage. can’t get...

Sticks a carrot up her nose and leaves

eat ur cabbage 

[sabakugaaraa]

Kohaku smirked, poking Gaara's nose before pressing a kiss to his lips. "You blush too easy, Kazekage-Sama," he said, a little too flirtily

“I don’t.” He said feeling his cheeks turning red already, but is not his fault, everytime Kohaku starts to flirt with him is like his body doesn’t want to cooperate and gives his boyfriend several reasons to tease him. His hands move calmily to Kohaku’s back, pulling closer while they kiss. “You can’t expect to come here and tempt me then leave without giving me what I want.” And what he wants is Kohaku, always more of his company, his touch and sometimes something else.

“How can I not blush when I look at you? I love you Kohaku.” He says agaisnt his boyfriend’s lips, allowing their breaths to mix before starting to kiss him again. Sometimes he feels that desn’t says that he loves Kohaku enough, but he should because the Otsutsuki deserves to hear. “You still owe me a date, don’t forget. I can charge.” He smiles caressing Kohaku’s cheek with his fingers tips.

@hotarunootoko

[soundtwins-blog]

You're lonely too.

DEATHLESS SENTENCE MEME ; accepting !

❝Please. Don't think you can come to me like you're my fucking therapist. Get lost.❞

That was only a nice version. He'll lose his temper when confronted or put on the spot in any way that makes him vulnerable -- Say anything more true, and you might just get your throat crushed.

[mononoavvare]

“How much of that stuff did you have?!”

@hotarunootoko

          sai can’t quite manage to unstick himself from the other man, arms wrapped around his shoulders, sweat-tacky cheek pressed to cheek. he’s not really sure what time it is, or how long he’s been dancing, but he’s fucking thirsty, and kohaku feels blessedly cool enough for sai to forget that he only finds him mildly tolerable. 

          he’s genuinely unsure if he’s talking about the drink in his hand (probably about five, now), or the mdma (probably enough to kill an elephant), and he’s not about to ask for clarification because, well. that usually ends rather badly. 

               “don’t worry about it! you should dance with me --”

[yuukoro]

Okay guys im about to say a curse word.... you ready?... shut up!

vine meme

That’s it.

Shut up? “How DARE you speak to me like that.”

[suen-chan]

You lied to me!

✧     CRIMSON     PEAK     SENTENCE     PROMPTS    !  

@hotarunootoko

He snorts, tries to suppress his amusement before frowning at the accusation.

   “I said left, as in my left.” pause. ooh wait. he gets up from his position to aid Koko who had tripped where the one step was at.  “Though I suppose you can’t even see my left… sorry.” 

[karukv-moved]

"Temari," Kohaku cautiously said, head peeking into her office. "Gaara says I have to take you to lunch. Workaholic," he continued with a slightly mischievous smile.

Eyes lingered on the reports she was reading for a few moments more till they shifted upwards, sharp && curious at his meaning. “Gaara is the kazekage, you should address him properly, even to me.” The lecture was one she’d had countless times before with other foreign shinobi like Naruto, but it was a necessity, especially with the countless suna elder that still opposed Gaara’s position as the kazekage. Reshuffling her reports, placing them back down in an organized pile the suna nin pushed herself from her chair. “Fine, where are you taking me?”

[lady-ameyuri]

@hotarunootoko

It had been quite some time since she was ill, but her health had gotten much better over these last few years. She was able to keep up with Chou now, she didn’t have to stop every few minutes to catch her breath or need Chou to carry her over such large distances, to Ameyuri, this was a very big accomplishment.

Better even, people thought she was dead, she was able to travel freely now ; even going into the other hidden villages, although she could never return to Kirigakure, being that there was a chance somebody there could recognize her in an instant. It did make Ameyuri a little sad that she couldn’t really ever go and visit, as she always dreamed of being welcomed back with open arms, but the Kirigakure she knew would more than likely brand her as a traitor for never coming back once she didn’t die.

It sucked, honestly, she missed her friends, family and her swords so much, her heart practically broke when she heard that most of her swordsmen allies were killed in the Third shinobi war, more or less her never really getting the chance to see them again. “Maybe..one day I’ll see you guys again”, Ameyuri looked back down at her lunch after her reminiscing, she laughs a little before she continues eating, “look a me, a swordsman from the from the mist, tearing up from a few old memories”.

[kakowanai-blog]

For the au August i want to do the internet one so Koko can message yams that he's sad 20 times a day

yam: do you ever want to talk about your feelings yuucchi?

@yuukoro  : no

koko: i do

yam: i know koko

koko: im sad

yam: i know koko

[peepingtoad]

💚

💚- A memory that makes them feel guilty

Jiraiya’s return to Konoha begins in high spirits. The kids—Yahiko, Konan and Nagato—all exceeded his expectations, and are well on their way to becoming amazing shinobi. They can protect themselves and each other now, so while he’s worried for them, he believes they’ll pull through. Besides, he’s needed back home. There’s only so long Sarutobi-sensei can allow him to leave the village on personal business, even though the worst of the war is wrapping up.

His first port of call is to see the old man. Hiruzen doesn’t know of the prophecy that Jiraiya has become wrapped up in, and he says nothing of the Rinnegan. All he reports is what Orochimaru and Tsunade saw of him last—that he’d decided to hang back and help out some orphaned kids from Ame, who are hereby freed of his tutelage and should now be able to defend themselves. There is suspicion in his eyes, and though he ultimately accepts the tale, he also hints that the kids could have been brought back and raised here in Konoha. Then Jiraiya wouldn’t have had to leave them to the war’s aftermath and the ever-growing threat of civil war there.

As he strolls through the streets, toward the Senju household, he remembers considering Hiruzen’s suggestion as a viable option… but upon learning Nagato had the Rinnegan, it was out of the question. There are simply too many people in the village who would seek to use him—or worse, take those eyes for themselves. He may well have been taken into the Senju family to train with a known relative, Mito, which may have stirred up anew their bitter rivalry with the Uchiha…

No. He’d done the right thing, surely. So why does he feel so ill at ease about having left the three now?

What if, in leaving the orphans to fend for himself, he’s only gone and sealed a far worse fate for them?

This feeling festering in his gut, a cold and sinking feeling… it’s difficult to place why exactly it’s come about. But he’s back in the village now, and will soon have various duties placed upon his shoulders. It’s his first time home in three years, so the next pressing matter is finding his best friends. Possibly getting them out for a celebratory drink, as is standard for them. 

But nobody answers at Tsunade’s.

He catches Orochimaru at his apartment, at the very least. But he looks different. Somewhat thinner, a little vacant. When Jiraiya asks after Tsunade, he says without a great deal of feeling that she’s left the village.

“She what?!” He asks, stunned and heartbroken by the news. Dan had passed away during his absence, but he never expected her to just up and leave like that. Her work as a medic had earned her such high esteem and she was well on her way to revolutionising the way teams were formed in the future, towards ensuring no such thing would happen so needlessly ever again; hell, she could probably have become the next Hokage and sought to abolish all the shadowy and underhanded dealings in the village, should she have wished.

“She didn’t have a lot left to stay for,” Orochimaru replies simply, though Jiraiya can sense another layer lurking beneath the direct statement. He can’t quite place it, but it feels pointed—whether the statement about himself and Tsunade’s relationship or a jab at Jiraiya’s decisions, he cannot tell. Dismayed, he embraces his friend, and he feels distinctly lifeless in his arms. He agrees to drink with him nonetheless, but it isn’t the same. His heart bleeds whenever those gold eyes meet his own, so very…

… He cannot say how they look at him. But he knows in his heart that something changed the moment he decided to stay back with the orphans. Something—or many things—have happened over the course of these three years, and he’s been missing the entire time, unable to help his friends through it.

Or have his own choices been the very cause of it? The catalyst? The reason Tsunade left with Shizune in tow, thus leaving Orochimaru to struggle alone, falling into whatever troubles now cling to him like an aura of shadow?

Try as he might, Jiraiya doesn’t find it in himself to apologise to Orochimaru for leaving them—not even after weeks or months of considering how to approach him, how to tell him how much they both mean to him, how his feelings for them both have never withered. But guilt has already taken root. The damage has been done. 

[loveoaths]

"Haku, I feel..." The words got lost on his lips. His face fell, eyes misting over. He cleared his throat, head sinking down, bangs covering his face. "Bad, I think,"

the clink of clay on wood, paper settling, the breath of a body entering motion, cloth billowing in its wake — & then haku is there, kneeling beside the collapsed kohaku, one hand hovering above his back, settling slowly — slow enough for one potentially entering an emotional episode to notice, prepare for — beside his guest. his friend, though their relationship has grown taut with resentment recently. haku does not completely understand kohaku’s anger toward him, but he understands people, his bones built for pain, so he thinks he understands this. this emotional concaving. this quiet darkening of the human spirit.

on the ground haku draws level to kohaku. close enough to be smelled, felt, to reach out & touch or hold close, but, he hopes, not close enough to crowd in case kohaku’s seconds away from a panic attack.

❛ I’m here, ❜  he whispers with a voice light as angels’ wings. ❛ I’m right here Koko. What do you need. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. ❜

[biteheir]

He hobbles into her room, fist nearly cracking the door frame as he gripped onto it. His eyes glowed a little top brightly, eyebrows knitted. "Karin. Did you steal my fucking leg," he spat out.

her gaze lingers over her shoulder as he enters into her room , surprise flitting across her features when he squeezes the frame hard enough for even one crack to appear. worry chews at her until he speaks , before she starts giggling , dropping her book. as much as she would love to steal his leg --- she wouldn’t do something like that , not after when she brought it up and he glowered at her. she waves her hand , “ no , but that would have been fuckin’ hilarious. have you tried lookin’ in the last place you had it ? ” 

@hotarunootoko.

[sabakugaaraa]

Continuing from here

It’s true that he had touched Kohaku in several places before, even pulled his hair a couple of times and played with it while he sleeps, but is the first time Gaara straight up asks to touch it and that was a little embarrassing, but Kohaku’s hair is so beautiful that he just can’t help wanting to touch it.

“I do, but I wasn’t sure if you would feel comfortable.” He came closer sitting behind Kohaku with one leg on each side of his boyfriend’s body and hugging his waist while waiting for the hairbrush.

@hotarunootoko

[soundtwins-blog]

*presses lips to the microphone that is right by their heads* bitch

Smacks the microphone out of their hand looking them directly in the eye.

[mononoavvare]

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For having been trained under the same person, Sai and Kohaku thought differently. He let out a sigh, two fingers going up to rub at his temple.

“The target. Did you kill the target. The purpose of the mission. Did you kill him, the target,” he said sharply, looking at the carnage before him. He really didn’t want to have to sift through the corpses to confirm a kill.

          this bird-like head tilt was never quite conditioned out of him -- might have been where he got his codename in the first place. the rush of emotions he feels is still sweet in its newness, and as he stretches out the moment of silence (solely to annoy his partner), he picks them out individually and gives them a name. grim amusement. minor annoyance. he thinks maybe he has to pee, too.

          “of course i killed the target. that was the assignment.”