#i found that in kishimoto's closet

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Is it true that Kishimoto said he liked shounen ai? Or that he considered Naruto ending up with Sasuke? But studio was against it? I didn't see any source.

Or that Kishimoto wanted them to hold hands at the end of vote 2 but the editors rejected it, so he blew off their arms instead?

There are so many rumours.

Hello Anon😊😊

I heard about all of this you have mentioned here and I can't find a valid proof for any of them.

Or that Kishimoto wanted them to hold hands at the end of vote 2 but the editors rejected it, so he blew off their arms instead?

However, the following link is the translation of the interview which answers your second part of the question, and many more (like why he killed neji, why he made hinata as a heroine, decision on Edo tensei, etc).

LINK

Apparently, Kishi wanted to do the Unison Sign between them but then they can't do it because their hands were blown off. So he made Hashirama's and Madara's statue to do it. He decided to do that panel from Part 1 itself. So, I think he always wanted to blow their arms off I guess.

My observations seems to align with this interview in many aspects. So, It was a good read.

Anyway, I don't want to go around and base my arguments based on Kishi's interviews alone. Every actor and actresses promotes their movie and say many things in an interview. But audience evaluate them only through their works. Not by interviews. Same with Kishi's case too.

Is it true that Kishimoto said he liked shounen ai? Or that he considered Naruto ending up with Sasuke? But studio was against it? I didn't see any source.

As for the 'shounen-ai' or 'boy's love' part, I never found any trustworthy sources that claims Kishimoto said that he wanted to do shounen-ai. So, probably that’s just rumour.

But

If you ask me, objectively, how I feel about Kishi's works and is there any relevance to shounen-ai?

I would instantly say, 'Hell, Yes !!!!!!!!!'.

Anytime he designs a poster featuring Naruto and Sasuke, Kishi just painted blatant 'sensual vibes' in some of them which screams 'shounen-ai' to me. Their looks are designed in a suggestive manner which makes us think 'Are they just friends?'

I believe, Kishimoto clearly knew this is a shounen manga. So, he knew his limitations and never hoped them to end up together kissing and marrying. 

But, it’s an undeniable fact that he introduced and rubbed off lots of shounen-ai elements deliberately into the manga, OVA and promo posters. 

I think Kishi is a closet bisexual, just like Naruto, who had a gay crush on someone. So, he decided to make Sasuke as a hero whose characteristics resembles a typical shounen-ai Love Interest. 

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Multiply Me | Chapter 13

Synopsis: Ella Sommers decides her biggest mission is also her last. Despite wanting to correct the Reestablishment’s mistakes, there are bigger things at stake now. Things not even her friends can know about.

A/N: I needed some self indulgent new-gen, so here; post defy me

A/N: I’m moving blogs! Don’t worry, Multiply Me will remain here for now, but if you would like to follow a new writeblr, just come say hi @beanenigma​! Thanks!

AO3 link | First Chapter | Index

AARON

Pyp hasn’t cried that hard since she was a newborn. 

We get everyone inside and try to carry on with our day. But Pyp wouldn’t hear about chores or play time or nap time or dinner time. She keeps bursting back into tears and hugging the nearest thing she could and running around the house trying to find her Unky. We knew she had tendency to bond quickly - to the dogs, to new toys, to a new book on the shelf. But this is a whole new level. 

I’m terrified. And I can feel Ella is too. When night finally comes, we let Pyp sleep in our bed for the first time in a long time. Connor slips in too, somehow. Slowly, Pyp starts to calm down, exhausted from all the crying. She plays with my shirt and looks up at me. 

“You look like him.” She says, and her little hand travels along my jaw and my cheek.

“He’s my brother.” I tell her. 

“Like Connor?” She asks and I nod. 

“Like Connor. But a little different. If you have a baby one day, Connor will be your baby’s uncle.” 

“Hm…” Pyp considers the information. 

“Mom, do you have siblings?” Connor asks. He’s facing Ella. I feel a wave of emotion coming from her. I see her eyes water a bit and she smiles. She runs her fingers through his brown hair. 

“I did. Not anymore.” 

“How’s that?” 

She swallows. I want to touch her, but I can’t. 

“My sister died.” She said, finally. I look at Connor for his reaction. Besides some animals, they never really got in contact with death - specially the death of people. He nods and falls silent. Thinking. 

When I look back at Pyp, she’s asleep. Ella hugs Connor against her chest and starts to slowly stroke his hair. He closes his eyes and sleeps soon after. We look at each other, heavy hearts exposed in a dark room. 

Sometimes if felt like nothing had changed. 

“There’s someone in the house”, I whispered, opening my eyes. Ella woke up immediately, her hands instinctively protecting her belly. I sit up, trying to listen. Steps, very light ones, on the other floor. I get up, trying to reach my gun in the closet. Ella gets up too, walking towards the door. 

I held her wrist. 

“Let me take care of it.” 

I say. She’s about to argue, but then I look at the bump that is noticeable now. She nods slowly, taking a step back. 

I look out into the hallway. I see a shadow moving downstairs. I shoot. It shoots back. It isn’t even a proper fight. Whoever thought they could come in here has clearly underestimated me. Despite the soldier build, the man doesn’t last in my hands.

I stand up and look at the mess. We might have to change the boards in the kitchen. I take a deep breath, checking myself for injuries. Nothing bad, just a couple of new bruises. That’s fine. I check the pockets of his uniform. Reestablishment symbol on his ID Card. I throw the thing on top of the counter, putting my hands to my head. How could they have found us? 

My first thought is Kishimoto. He spilled, surely. It got out. 

Or maybe something worse? Maybe they were ambushed, resistance was down and now they were coming for us. We had to leave. We could use the humvee’s radio to try and pick up a frequency to tell us what the hell is going on. I go back upstairs. 

“Love, it’s me. It’s okay, they’re gone.” 

I get into the room. Ella hardly notices me. She’s sitting on the ground, hands on her bump. She looks at me with terror in her eyes and I feel it punch me, fall over me, hit me like a wall of bricks. I hurry next to her. 

“What happened, are you hurt?” 

It couldn’t be, the bullets had come my way. They were still half buried in the hallway wall. She struggles to find words. 

“I turned it on.” 

“What?” 

“My powers. I turned them on for a second, I thought it might protect us from...” Her voice becomes more and more overwhelmed by emotion until she lets out a whimper. She grabs my hand and puts it against her belly. “They’re so cold. I can’t feel them. Tell me you can feel them.” 

My own heart if deafening me. I sit down next to Ella, my free hand holding her face. She hides herself into it, waiting. I try to distance myself, try to block our influence. Anything else, anything at all that wasn’t us… We both feel it at the same time. A tug. Almost imperceptible movement, distant butterfly wings flapping. She lets the air she was holding go. I look up, my eyes itching with the sting of tears. 

“It’s okay.” She murmurs, putting her hand next to mine. “We’re okay. We’re gonna be okay.

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[warnettework]

Shadow Me chapter 1; from Tahereh’s instagram (x)

I’m already awake when my alarm goes off, but I haven’t opened my eyes yet. I’m too tired. My muscles are tight, still painfully sore from an intense training session two days ago, and my body feels heavy. Dead.

My brain hurts.

The Alarm is shrill and persistent. I ignore it. I stretch out the muscles in my neck and groan, quietly. The clock won’t stop screeching. Someone pounds, hard, against the wall near my head, and I hear Adam’s muffled voice shouting at me to shut off the alarm. 

“Every morning,” he shouts. “You do this every morning. I swear to god, Kenji, one of these days I’m going to come in there and destroy that thing.”

“Alright,” I mumble, mostly to my self. “Alright. Calm down.”

“Turn it off.”

I take a deep, ragged breath. Slap blindly at the clock a couple times until it stops blaring. We finally got our own rooms on base, but I still can’t seem to find peace. Or privacy. These walls are paper thing, and Adam hasn’t changed a bit. Still moody. No sense of humor. Generally irritated. Sometimes I can’t remember why we’re friends. 

With some effort, I drag myself up, into a sitting position. I rub at my eyes, making a mental list of all the things I have to do today and then, in a sudden, horrible rush---

I remember what happened yesterday.

Jesus.

So much drama in one day I can hardly keep it all straight. Apparently Juliette has a long-lost sister. Apparently Warner tortured Juliette’s sister. Warner and Juliette broke up. Juliette ran off screaming. Warner had a panic attack. Warner’s ex-girlfriend showed up. his ex-girlfriend slapped hm. Juliette got drunk. No, wait---J got drunk and she shaved her head. And then I saw Juliette in her underwear---an image I’m still trying to erase from my mind---and then, as if all that wasn’t enough to deal with, after dinner last night, I did something very, very stupid. 

I drop my head in my hands and hate myself, remembering. A fresh wave of embarrassment hit me, hard, and I take another deep breath. Force myself to look up. To clear my thoughts. 

Not everything is horrible. 

I have my own room now--a small room--but my own room with a window and a view of industrial AC units. I have a desk. A bed. A basic closet I still have to share a bathroom with some of the other guys, but I can’t complain. A private room is a luxury I haven’t had in a while. It’s nice to have space at the end of the night to be alone with my thoughts. Somewhere to hang the happy face I force myself to wear even when I’m having a shitty day. 

I’m grateful.

I’m exhausted, overworked, and stressed out, but I’m grateful. I force myself to say it, out loud. I’m grateful. I take a few moments to feel it. Recognize it. I force myself to smile, to unclench the tightness in my face that would otherwise default too easily to anger. I whisper a quick thank-you to the unknown, to the air, to the lonely ghosts eavesdropping on my private conversations with no one. I have a roof over my head and clothes on my back and food waiting for me every morning. I have friends. A makeshift family. I’m lonely, but I’m not alone. My body works, my brain works, I’m alive. It’s a good life. I have to make a conscious effort to remember that. To choose to be happy every day. If I didn’t, I think my own pain would’ve killed me a long time ago. 

I’m grateful. 

Someone knocks at my door---two sharp raps---and I jump to my feet, startled. The knock is unusually formal; most of us don’t even bother with the courtesy. I yank on a pair of sweatpants and, tentatively, open the door.

Warner.

My eyes widen as I look him up and down. I don’t think he’s ever shown up at my door before, and I can’t decide what’s weirder: the fact that he’s here or the fact that he looks so normal. Well, normal for Warner. He looks exactly like he always does. Shiny. Polished. Eerily calm and pulled together for someone whose girlfriend dumped on the day before. You’d never know he was the same dude who, in the aftermath, I found lying on the floor having a panic attack. 

“Uh, hey.”I clear the sleep from my throat. “What’s going on?”

“Did you just wake up?” he says, looking at me like I’m an insect.

“It’s six in the morning. Everyone in this wing wakes up at six in the morning. You don’t have to look so disappointed.” 

Warner peers past me, into my room and for a moment, says nothing. Then, quietly: “Kishimoto, if I considered other people’s mediocre standards a sufficient metric by which to measure my own accomplishments, I’d never have amounted to anything.” He looks up, meets my eyes. “You should demand more of yourself. You’re entirely capable.” 

“Are you---?”I blink, stunned. “I’m sorry, was that your idea of a compliment.?”

He stares at me, his face impassive. “Get dressed.”

I raise my eyebrows. “You taking me out to breakfast?”

“We have three more unexpected guests. They just arrived.”

“Oh.” I take an unconscious step back. “Oh shit.”

“Yes.”

“More kids of the supreme commanders?”

Warner nods.

“Are they dangerous?” I ask.

Warner almost smiles, but he looks unhappy. “Would they be here if they weren’t?”

“Right.” I sigh. “Good point.”

“Meet me downstairs in five minutes, and I’ll fill you in.” 

“Five minutes?” My eyes widen. “Uh-uh, no way. I need to take a shower. I haven’t even eaten breakfast---”

“If you’d been up at three, you would’ve had time for all that and more.”

“Three in the morning?” I gape at him. “Are you out of your mind?”

And when he says, without a hint of irony---

“No more than usual”

---it’s crystal clear to me that this dude is not okay. 

I sigh, hard, and turn away, hating myself for always noticing this kind of thing, and hating myself even more fo my constant need to follow up. I can’t help it. Castle said it to me once when I was a kid: he told me I was unusually compassionate. I never thought about it like that---with words, with an explanation---until he’d said it to me. I always hated it about myself, that I couldn’t be tougher. Hated that I cried so hard when I saw a dead bird for the first time. Or that I used to bring home all the stray animals I found, until Castle finally told me I had to stop, that we didn’t have the resources to keep them all. I was twelve. He made me let them go, and I cried for a week. I hated that I cried. Hated that I couldn’t help it. Everyone thinks I’m not supposed to give a shit---that I shouldn’t---but I do. I always do. 

And I give a shit about this asshole, too. 

So I take a tight breath and say, “Hey man---Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” His response is fast. Cold. 

I could let it go.

He’s giving me an out. I should take it. I should take it and pretend I don’t notice the strain in his jaw or the raw, red look around his eyes. I’ve got my own problems, my own burdens, my own pain and frustration, and besides, no one ever asks me about my day. No one ever follows up with me, no one ever bothers to peer beneath the surface of my smile. So why should I care?

I shouldn’t. 

Leave it alone, I tell myself.

I open my mouth to change the subject. I open my mouth to move on, and, instead, I hear myself say---

“C’mon, bro. We both know that’s bullshit.”

Warner looks away. A muscle jumps in his jaw. 

“You had a heard day yesterday,” I say. “It’s alright to have a rough morning, too.”

After a long pause, he says, “I’ve been up for a while.”

I blow out a breath. It’s nothing I wasn’t expecting. “I’m sorry,” I say. “I get it.”

He looks up. Meets my eyes. “Do you?”

“Yeah. I do.” 

“I don’t think you do, actually. In fact, I hope you don’t. I wouldn’t want you to know how I feel right now. I wouldn’t wish that for you.” 

That hits me harder than I expect. For a moment I don’t know what to say.

I decide to stare at the floor.

“Have you seen her yet?” I ask.

And then, so quietly I almost miss it---

“No.”

Shit. This kid is breaking my heart.

“Don’t feel sorry for me,” he says, his eyes flashing as they meet mine.

“What? I don’t---I’m not---”

“Get dressed,” Warner says sharply. “I’ll see you downstairs.”

I blink, startled. “Right,” I say. “Cool. Okay.

And then he’s gone. 

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Haru and the spring wind. Pt 1

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. Kishimoto does.

It was March 20th in the village hidden in the leaves which means that it was also the first day of spring. Then end of something and the start of something new. And that couldn't be more true for a certain family.

"Sasuke?..." A voice called out to the man standing in the white, pale room looking like he was the one dying. I guess part of that statement was true.

"Where is he?" Sasuke asked his 'brother', his best friend. Even though his eyes were burning he couldn't look anywhere else. He just kept staring where she was a few moments ago.

"Listen… he's fine. The baby is with Hinata and Sakura's parents."

"I want to see him." The Uchiha demanded, still not moving an inch. If Naruto didn't know any better he would think that the man was a statue. A statue that was made in the image of pain and grief.

"I-I don't think now is the best time Sasuke…" The blonde said hesitatingly. He didn't know how the man would react to the infant.

"He's my son Naruto!" Sasuke told him anger, pain and heartbreak lacing his voice as the man finally looked up at stared straight at him.

"Yes but-"

"But nothing." Sasuke said quietly. "I-I want to hold him. Please."

Naruto wasn't quite sure what he should do. The man rarely ever asked for anything with such sincerity but the man was scared about what the consequences would be.

After all no one expected this day to go like this. Especially not her.

Flash back to a few hours before

"Sasuke?" Sakura called out as she entered the bright blue nursery. She couldn't see her husband anywhere but she swore she could hear him in here. After all, all his time was spent finishing up the nursery.

"In here." He called out quietly. As she turned the corner she saw that her husband was putting away some of the clothes they had gotten for the baby and into their designated spots in the closet.

"Oh there you are." She smiled at him as she leaned against the doorway.

For Sakura this was exactly how her younger self saw their future together, bright, happy and most importantly under the same roof. Ever since Sakura found out that she was expecting their second child he has been inside the village more than out of it and it seems as though he was here to stay.

While thinking about how good her life was at the moment and how excited she was for their new baby she was smiling without even realizing it. Something that her aloof husband caught on to. Sakura was taken out of her daydreaming when she felt something poke her on the forehead.

"What are you smiling for?" Sasuke asked his wife.

"Hm? Oh no reason. I'm just happy. Is that a crime?" She joked.

"Hm I guess not." He smiled as he came closer and placed his hand on her protruding belly and gave her a kiss on the cheek as he got back to work.

"Should you really be moving around so much?" He asked as he moved boxes into the crawl space.

"I'm fine. The doctor said that as long as I feel comfortable I should move around. Besides activity is helpful for moving the process along."

"Hn." He answered, still not entirely sure about that but what did he know, he wasn't a doctor.

"Oh don;t worry Sasuke we are both fine. Besides for some reason I feel like today is the day." Sakura said smiling as she sat down on the rocking chair that Hinata made for them but with the look on her husbands face she couldn't keep the chuckle at bay.

"Oh don't look at me like that nothing happened yet Sasuke. Don't look so worried." She smiled.

"Hn. Well if you're right Sarada isn't going to be too pleased about it." Sasuke said as he pulled up a chair he was using as a stepping stool and sat next to his wife. Sarada was currently out of town on a mission and she made her parents promise not to have the baby until she got back. Out of everyone Sarada was probably the most excited at the prospect of being a big sister.

"Yeah well it'll be a nice surprise when she gets here."

"Hn."

"Hey Sasuke… imagine if the baby is due today, the first day of spring. How incredible would that be?" Sakura asked with a big dreamy smile on her face.

"If that happens what do you think about the name Haru for the baby?"

"Haru, as in spring?" Sasuke asked a little confused he thought they already picked out a name for the child. Ever since they found out that the baby was going to be a boy she wanted to name the baby after his elder brother, something that Sasuke both loved and dreaded. He didn't want his innocent child to have to bear the name that came with so much responsibility but as Sakura convinced him that it would be a tribute to the man Itachi really was and maybe with time people can attribute that name to the boy he was going to be.

"Maybe. Depends when he comes." He answered.

"Well I'm going to go and make some tea, and have a nap." Sakura said as she got up carefully and kissed her husband on the forehead.

"Hn. I still have some things to finish up here." He told her.

Everything was going smoothly until all of a sudden from his place in the nursery closet he heard a dreadful crash coming from the kitchen and in a heartbeat he ran to see what happened.

"S-Sakura what happened." Sasuke asked as he turned pale in the face when he saw his nine month pregnant wife on the floor.

"I-I got a little dizzy that's all." She said as she tried to get up but as soon as she did a shooting pain from her belly to her head shot through her and with the face she made Sasuke could tell something was wrong.

"S-Sakura… you're bleeding." He panicked as he saw blood seeping through her pajama bottoms.

"Oh no…" Sakura replied looking paler and paler. Before she could collapse again Sasuke had her in his arms and in a moment he was racing to the hospital praying that the baby was going to be okay. But it wasn't the baby he should've prayed for…

After two hours of surgery and many paces up and down the hallway, being accompanied by all their friends and family they got the news.

When Sakura's doctor came out into the hallway with that look of grief plastered on her face everyone knew that Sasuke would be going home with one less loved one than he came with.

"I-I'm sorry Uchiha-san but there was nothing we could do…" She said solemnly and in an instant Sasuke ran passed her and into the room where, right in front of him laid his worst nightmare.

Paler than he had ever seen her was his wife, her skin the color of the white walls that decorated the hospital. As he came closer and placed his hand on her head he could feel how cold she really was. He didn't know how long he stood there for but it was long enough for the temperature of her skin to trail all the way through to his heart. Ice cold.

"What about the baby?" A voice came out from the hallway.

"The baby survived and is in the NICU, just for precaution. He'll be fine…" The doctor answered the Hokage.

It was a few moments after that that a couple of nurses that he recognized from the baby shower stepped up and told the Uchiha that they had to take her now.

If it wasn't for Naruto standing right beside him Sasuke was sure that he would have incinerated the two who were just trying to do their job.

"Sasuke…they have to take her now." Naruto said quietly as he placed his hand on his shoulder.

Flash forward ten minutes and to the present.