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babybottlepop96 · 4 years ago

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Always: Shikamaru x Reader

Warnings: death, sadness, fluffy shit.

A/N: this one is about 2.2k words, it kinda got away from me lol enjoy and request!

Being Naruto Uzumaki's fraternal twin sister had its perks. I mean, the excessive amount of friends, ramen 24/7, always having a best friend that would be there for me and have my back no matter what but would also put me in my place if he had too. Being born five minutes after the infamous jinjuriki he was also so protective. Threatening any guy that would just have the nerve to flirt with me, the sister of the future Hokage.

We only had each other for so long, sure, our relationship took a bad turn for a while. While he was usually ignored and looked at as a monster, I didn't get the kind of treatment. Being the "normal" one of the twins, I was treated with more respect because I didn't have a tailed beast to host. I always felt awful for that and no matter how many times I stood up for my brother, he refused to accept my sympathy. The Chunin Exams came and went when he finally came to me after a few weeks of ignoring me. It was after Saskue had left and he was a mess. He cried into my shoulder and told me he was sorry. I just held him close and told him that I was never mad at him. I could never bead at him for how he felt about everything. It was unfair to him to be treated that badly, unfair that he had no say in being a host and I told him that he was so strong and had such a kind heart and people would eventually see that. I mean, they had to right? He was going to be the future Hokage.

When he left for those years with Jiryia, it was hard. It was like half of me was missing and I felt kind of lost without him. While he was out training, I had passed the Chunin and the Jonin exams. I was so proud of myself, but it would've felt even better if my twin was with me.

When he came home, I wasn't there to greet him. I was on business with the Kazekage. Gaara became a close friend, he accepted my friendship because he felt like he could trust me. He became like a little brother. And then everything happened with the Akatsuki and I ended up losing an arm trying to save a few children from a clay bomb. I laid in one of the beds while everyone was trying to get Gaara back and I felt like I failed. I was a fucking Jonin for kage sake and I couldn't protect or retrieve Gaara. It hit me hard.

When Temari, Sakura, Kakashi and Naruto arrived, they went straight to Kankauro. That poor boy was in such pain from the poison, it hurt my heart when I heard him scream from the extraction. I was so focused on not paying attention I hadn't realized Naruto had made his way over to me and held my left hand. Once I felt his hand touch mine, my eyes flew open and he had tears in his eyes.

"I'm so sorry, (y/n)! I should've been here to protect you! I failed and I'm so sorry you got hurt." He his head dropped to the side of the bed and cried.

"Hey, hey it's okay Naruto. This shit happens you know that. And it is not your fault, okay? You had to go and train. This was just a mission that turned wrong. But you're here now! And I just know you're going to go after Gaara and bring him home. And I'll be rooting for your success.. believe it!" I smiled, small tear trails staining my own cheeks. He looked at me and gave a small smile.

After everything that happened at the sand and Gaara's return home, no longer a host for the one tail, things seemed to go somewhat better. I got a fake arm that works well with my chakra and I had been training non stop with all my friends. But I mostly spent time with one particular ninja the most. A cute, lazy Pineapple haired Nara. You see, Shikamaru and I had been close and dating for about a year at this point. We never particularly told anyone, but people seemed to know. Well, all except Naruto. He was so oblivious to it all, he didn't realize how close Shika and I were until Pein attacked the Hidden Leaf. So, that's where I'll begin this little tale.

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"Shit shit shit!" I was running around trying to get civilians to safety, grabbing children and pushing other civilians towards the Hokage head mountain. A building was starting to crumble and fire and explosions were coming from everywhere it seemed. Once I felt like I got everyone I could I ran back to where the main event was happening. Thankfully Naruto wasn't here, I wouldn't even begin to imagine what they would do if they had captured him. I mean, they killed Gaara, but Lady Chio had that special secret jutsu that she took to the grave. I couldn't bear to lose my brother.

To fight was lasting so long, there was no way to tell when it would all be over. I was separated from Choji, Ino and Shikamaru when everything began. The three started fighting while I helped get the civilians to safety, but I knew they had to be around here. Alive. They just had to be. Things were seemingly going fine until I heard a small child scream. I snapped my head to the sound so fast I swore I got whiplash. A small girl was cowering against a wooden wall, the enemy heading toward her. I ran as fast as I could and snatched the girl away. I tossed her to the side gently and told her to run. She just looked at me, her big brown eyes filled with tears and a worried look on her face. "It's okay, you go to the mountains and find your family. Okay? Go!" She nodded and took off. I fought off the enemy for as long as I could. My chakra was running extremely low, so low that I wasn't able to dodge the wooden spear that came hurtling towards me. It went straight through my chest, pinning against the wooden wall behind me. I coughed up blood and my vision started to go a bit fuzzy.

"Your time is now over. You were a decent Shinoni, but you were still weak." The enemy spat out. I didn't say anything as I clutched the wooden spear that pinned me to the wall, trying to take in air. It felt like I was drowning, I could feel my lungs filling with blood and tears start to run down my face. I would never see my friends again, see my brothers happy go lucky smile while down bowl after bowl of ramen. I would never be able to Shika that I loved him. Everything was fading to black, my head dropped and my arms went limp by my side.

I woke up in a dark place, no longer in pain. I was dead. "Hello little one." A voice spoke and I looked around to see a small light. I ran towards it, hoping maybe I'd wake up for real and I was alive and well. That this was just a sick dream or a gentusu. But what I saw when I reached the light was unbelievable. I saw the fourth Hokage with a woman with red hair.

"Welcome, (y/n)." The woman came over to me and gave me a hug. "I'm your mom." She whispered in my ear and turned to the man. "And that's your dad." To say I was crying was an understatement. There was a river flow of salty tears streaming down my face as I hugged them both.

NARUTO'S POV

I ran back towards the village at full speed, I just had to get back. I had to protect my friends and mentors. I had to protect (y/n). I saw the massive crater when I returned to what was supposed to be my village. Injured and dead ninja and civilians alike were being gathered in a clearing. I ran ahead, I had to find them, I had to find everyone. I spotted Sakura first and ran towards her, "Sakura!" She turned her head, tears running down her face and I stopped in front of her. "Where is everyone?" She pointed to our group of friends, everyone is there except for Kakashi-Sensei and my sister. "S-Sakura? Where… where is Kakashi and (y/n)?" She sobbed louder which caused all of our friends to look over. I walked towards them and the moment I spotted Shikamaru on the ground holding someone, sobbing, I froze. I knelt down and looked over him. He was holding my sister, cradling her head in his lap. Her body was paler than normal against the red stain on her shirt. I didn't move, I didn't cry, I just stared, not convinced that she was actually gone. After a few moments I got up and made my way towards the true enemy.

"N-Naruto? Where are you going?" Sakura asked me, her voice meek and breaking.

"To end this."

SHIKAMARU'S POV

The enemy had retreated for a bit, allowing us to gather our injured and deceased. I was frantically looking for (y/n) I had to make sure she was okay. "(Y/n)!!" I heard Ino yell from behind me. I ran towards her voice as fast as I could. Once I reached her, my blood ran cold. There she was, the one that I truly cared about and loved, pinned against a wall, spear straight through the chest. I tentatively reached out and touched her and my instantly moved back as I felt her cold, stiff, lifeless body. I stood frozen. The rationalist inside me was gone and I then pulled the spear from her form and caught her in my arms and she limply fell. The cry that ripped from my throat was inhuman, angry and broken. I fell to the ground holding her close to my chest. "W-wake up, please!" I cried even harder knowing it was useless. She was already gone. Passed onto the afterlife while I was here to deal with the heartbreak. The pain. I knew this love thing was a drag, but I endured it for her. She made my days brighter, the sun burn hotter, she made everyday so much better.

"Sh-Shika? W-we should get her to the others." Ino whispered, scared her own voice would break, as she gently put a hand on my shoulder. All I could manage was a small nod and tried to suppress my cries. I carried her to where everyone was putting the deceased and all our friends stood there with wide eyes and I carried their closest friend in my arms. Everyone was shocked, too stunned to say anything as I put (y/n) on the ground. But I still cradle her head in my lap, I couldn't let her go just yet. The tears still slipping down my cheeks were enough for everyone to know this was real. When Naruto showed up I sobbed, he was just in shock as the rest of us. When he left to go confront the real Pein, none of us stopped him. If anyone could end this. He could.

YOUR POV

Talking to my parents had been the most calming time of my life. Well, afterlife. They told me stories about what it was like before they died, how Kakashi was like another son to him. How they never wanted Naruto to host the nine tails. I told them how life was growing up, how I was dating Shikamaru and my dad gave me a whole lecture on safe sex, even though I was dead and I wouldn't have to worry about any of that. Well, until I started to glow. "Looks like you still have a full life to live my sweet." My mother smiled and I looked at them with a smile and tears in my eyes.

"I love you both." I said as I faded back into the darkness. This time though, when I opened my eyes I saw a face I never thought I'd be able to see again. "Shika?" His eyes snapped open and he stared down at me, his eyes wide and mouth open. He stared at me for a moment, not believing what he was seeing. His dead girlfriend, breathing. Alive.he held me so close to his chest and sobbed even louder. Ino and Choji were all giving him sad looks until they saw my arms wrap around his neck and held him closer.

"OH SHIT!" Choji yelled as the other dead bodies were coming back from death. I sat up slowly and grabbed Shikamaru's face and kissed him. I kissed him like it would be the last time I ever would.

"I… I thought I lost you for good this time." He spoke softly.

"I will always come back for you." I smiled at him, tear glazed eyes staring into his own. "Always." We kissed again, pulling each other close. We stayed like that for a moment until we heard a certain obnoxious blonde yelling at us.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?! SHIKAMARU THAT'S MY SISTER! WHEN THE HELL DID THIS HAPPEN?!" Causing everyone to let out a laugh. Resting his forehead on mine Shikamaru spoke quietly. "I love you."

"I love you too, Shika. I love you too."

#shikamaru nara x reader #naruto #choji akimichi #sakura #ino #fluff fluff fluff #death #sad

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dianapana · 3 years ago

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SH Day 7- Genin Era

Rated T

Honestly I’m never confident in writing in the original Ninja Universe, my depiction of most of the characters is so OOC and that works fine with AUs but I fell like I need to be in character to write in the Ninja Universe, not sure I achieved it in this story but yes…either way, I hope you enjoy.

~Love Dia.

@sasuhinamonth

Hinata POV

When Iruka sensei first announced the teams, I was disappointed that Naruto-kun and I were on different teams, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that it was actually best that way. No matter how hard I try I always get flustered and distracted around him and for a ninja focus is important, especially in the middle of important and dangerous missions. And even despite being on different teams, I’m always able to find him around town and look from afar, just seeing him is enough for me. I got used to this way of thinking for a while now, thus when Kurenai mentioned that we’d go on a mission together with team 7 my anxiety levels rose higher than my excitement to see Naruto. I was already too weak and dragging my team down, father always made sure to remind me just how much of a disappointment I was, our initial track record of failed missions, or barely passed ones only added as proof to his words. I was terrified I was going to put everyone in danger, I was scared to make a fool of myself, I was filled with fear that was threatening to overflow from deep inside me.

I tried approaching Kurenai about the issue, tried to ask her to allow me to stay behind, but they needed every one in our team in order to track a run-away criminal, they needed Shinos bugs, Kiba’s nose and my eyes. Naruto’s team was in charge of fighting him if necessary and bringing him into the village. Kiba had been furious when he heard our job was to be a map basically, but I was glad we wouldn’t have to fight. However, my relief was short-lived when Kurenai mentioned that it was an A-class criminal so there was a high chance that team 7 would need our help in combat as well.

The day of the mission started pretty similarly to my usual days, I got dressed, packed bentos for everyone and left bright and early for the training ground where we were told to meet up. The whole way there I kept thinking about what I should do if Naruto was already there, what if it were just the two of us there, what would we talk about? Or would we just sit in silence? However, my worries were futile, Naruto wasn’t there, it was only Shino, I and Uchiha-san. Shino greeted me, but Uchiha-san didn’t acknowledge my existence, the three of us stayed in silence which usually I wouldn’t have minded but my thoughts were hectic and I would have liked any sort of distraction. Slowly more people joined, Kurenai, followed by Sakura and Kiba and soon there was no longer silence, Sakura was talking to Sasuke and Kiba was complaining to Kurenai-sensei. After a few minutes of being ignored Kiba let it go and came to talk to me, he was telling me about some of the new dogs his older sister rescued and Akamaru placed himself in my lap for pets, it almost felt like a normal day and for a moment I forgot all about Naruto and the joined mission, that was of course until Naruto appeared, he had been running to get here on time, you could tell he was hurrying by his slightly red cheeks, the rapid way in which he breathed and the droplets of sweat rolling down his temples.

His sunny disposition was wonderful from far away but it was maybe a bit too bright and blinding from this close. I followed him with my eyes as I were so used to do, not even registering he was walking to me until he was barely a few feet apart, his eyes focused on me with a smile.

“Mornin’ Hinata-chan” I loved how my name sounded on his lips, I blushed hard and murmured a reply, before any more talking could occur Kakashi-sensei arrived as well. Kurenai laid down a map for us and told us to gather around, I was too conscious of Naruto’s presence so I moved as far away from him as I could, I needed to focus on the explanation, my distraction could already be seen for in my attempts to distance myself from Naruto I bumped into Uchiha-san. I screeched, took a step to the side and apologized but he didn’t acknowledge me this time either. The only nod I got from him was when I gave everyone their bentos right before we split into smaller teams.

Thankfully I was able to focus on the plan and understood my part in it. I was to be in front of the team together with Kakashi-sensei and Uchiha-san, I’d use my Byakugan at the beginning until my chakra level was about half and then took small breaks if we hadn’t found the criminal by then. I was glad that Naruto wasn’t directly next to me, however, I was extremely uneasy around Kakashi and Sasuke as well, I had hoped at least Kiba would be next to me, but he was with Sakura and Kurenai to the left while Shino and Naruto were in the back.

“Ok Hinata, you can turn it on whenever you want, if you see anything unusual let us know immediately,” Kakashi said as we stepped outside Konoha grounds. The scroll with the mission information had a portrait of the man and information about his chakra type as well, which all in all helped me a lot, I knew exactly what I was looking for, thus being able to ignore all the movement around me that belonged to the team. The criminal had escaped from Suna three days ago and from their sources, he would pass through the forest outside Konoha somewhere today or tomorrow depending on his speed.

We had been running for almost 3 hours when I felt my chakra levels falter for a moment. I had never used it for such an extensive period of time, plus Kakashi and Sasuke’s speed was much higher than I was used to, all in all, I was having a tough time keeping up with them. I turned off my Byakugan when I felt my left eye hurting badly. “My chakra needs to recharge” I let them know and Kakashi nodded. We didn’t stop running, however, we slowed down significantly in order for Shino and Naruto to catch up with us, Shino too had been using his bugs and was tired, thus it was only Kiba that was still actively searching. Once my chakra felt stable enough, I turned on my Byakugan again, I could still feel discomfort in my left eye but ignored it for the time being.

Another hour passed when Akamaru barked loudly and not even a second later I spotted the criminal, he was far to the left, Kurenai’s team was maybe 45 minutes away from him, I informed Kakashi of that and we too turned to run that way, slowly increasing our speed.

“Hinata, we need you to keep your Byakugan active and let us know exactly where he is going, Shino if you can send some poisonous bugs ahead, our best plan is to knock him out without much fight needed”

The closer we got the more I felt his chakra overpowering me, the faster we ran, the faster he ran too, I wasn’t sure if he knew we were on his tracks, he had made no movement that indicated he knew. It was a split-second event, he was one, he was alone and then there were two others. before I could even open my mouth to tell everyone I felt a sharp pain at the back of my neck and the world slowly started getting blurry and black, the last thing I saw was Uchiha-san’s hand reach out to me.

Sasuke POV

The mission started about 2 hours ago but I could hear Hyuuga’s breath getting heavier and heavier with each step, I kept waiting for her to tell us she was tired, but she didn’t. Kakashi was quite far ahead of me and her but I’m sure he knew she was tired as well. Finally, an hour later she admitted to being tired, I turned for a mili-second to look at her and her left eye was closed, you could see the eye twitching underneath her lid, she had exhausted herself. We met up with the dobe and Aburame, I expected Hyuuga to lose her composure just as she had at the meeting place, but she was either too focused or too tired to give Naruto any attention. Even Naruto was uncharacteristically quiet.

The mission had been a long run thus far, that was until Hinata finally saw the suspect in the distance, we changed our path the way she guided us and kept increasing our speed. Kakashi told her to keep her Byakugan on and she made no comments. Out of everyone I was the closest to her and I could hear her getting more tired by the second, I kept mental tabs on her just in case she was going to pass out. For a split second, I heard her breath patter change, as if she was about to speak and I turned to look at her, her left eye was bleeding and from behind her came a man that hit her hard with the side of his hand on the nape of her neck, I reached out to her and barely caught her, held her against me before we hit the ground. Before checking how Kakashi and the others were faring I cupped her face and brought it up to my ear, for an agonizing long second, I couldn’t hear or feel her breath, but thankfully she was breathing, she was alive.

“Sasuke, take care of Hinata” Kakashi ordered, he had already knocked out the man that attacked us and was carrying currently carrying him on his back while writing a scroll and running at the same time. I picked Hinata up and continued running too.

“Is she ok?” Aburame asked and I nodded trying to ease his worry. I had been worried too, for a moment there I panicked, what would I have done had she died? Her left eye was still bleeding slowly, it looked as if she was constantly crying blood, I could feel my shirt getting wet with her blood, having her blood on me made me feel even more in charge of her safety.

“I found them too, I put a bug on each of them, there are three men in total” the information was welcomed “Kurenai-sensei’s team should reach them about 10 minutes before we do, I managed to inject with a small dose of poison one of them, the other two killed my bugs” Despite Hinata’s approximation beforehand, the criminal and his partners, apparently, were running too, all we could do is try to catch up to them in due time.

Holding her into my arms I felt oddly detached from the mission, for the majority of it I had been distracted, more interested in her state of being than the mission itself. Today had been one of my first interactions with her, what was it about her that caught my attention? Her blush and stutter when Naruto was concerned? Her loud scream when she bumped into me? The bento she offered me with no alternative reason? Either way, her presence distracted me and I did not appreciate that, her weight in my arms felt comfortable and even that annoyed me.

“Sasuke, you turn around with Hinata, I trust that there are no other men involved with the criminal. We can’t be sure how long the chase will take, Shino will keep trying to poison them and we hopefully will be done soon, however Hinata needs medical attention”

My detachment to the mission only furthered, I asked no questions, I gave no reply but simply turn around and run towards Konoha. Despite the extra weight and the long run thus far I wasn’t tired, I was oddly energized, my blood was boiling and I was running even faster than I have ever had. We were about 5 or 6 hours away from Konoha, but I wanted to reach it in 4 if possible. My focus returned and I heard every little leaf crunch on the ground, every little branch being moved by the wind.

When we were getting closer to Konoha, meaning maybe under an hour away Hinata moved into my arms, I stopped abruptly and looked down at her, her eye had stopped bleeding 2 hours ago thankfully, her complexion which had been white before was rosier and I could feel her sweating under her enormous jacket. I lowered myself to one knee and propped her legs onto my knee thus using that hand to undo her zipper, then without much thought I took off her jacket and threw it on the forest floor, it was covered in blood, sweat and dirt anyway, she wouldn’t miss it. I got back up and adjusted my grip on her, my hand was touching the skin of her upper arm, it was moist and hot but soft. I was about to start running again when her eyes fluttered open. The sclera of her left eye was blood-red, her right eye was also red but not quite to the same extent.

“Uchiha-san…? Where are we?” her voice was meek, but for the first time, she was looking me straight in the eye.

“We are maybe 1 hour away from Konoha”

“D-did the mission end…? where is everyone else?”

“The mission hadn’t been over when we departed form the group. Kakashi sent me to take you to the hospital. I am sure he assessed the situation and decided they could finish without us and that this was the best course of actions”

I had no expectations of how she would react, but her sudden sobs took me by surprise. Without even realizing it, I brought her body closer to mine and raised it a little. “Hold onto my neck” I ordered, Hinata looked at me with glossy eyes but obeyed nonetheless. I resumed running in that position. Was I offering her privacy to cry? Was this meant to comfort her? Even I couldn’t say.

The rest of the run went by fast, after crying for a while Hinata fell asleep, in the meantime, I started nothing things that I was grateful for. I was grateful for her short hair since the wind couldn’t blow it in my face, I was grateful for the soft skin of her arms since they felt nice onto my neck, I was grateful for her height since it made her the perfect size for me to carry, I was grateful that she was asleep and not dead.

When we reached the hospital, I placed her onto the bed in the room a nurse guided me to. She didn’t let go of my neck for a moment and whispered “it’s a-all my f-f-fault, I ruined another m-mission. I’m so s-s-sorry” her voice broke, and for some reason hearing her say that hurt me as well. I didn’t know how to comfort her, so all I did was rub circles on her back with my hand, I sat down on the bed and allowed her to keep holding onto me for a bit longer. “You did nothing wrong, thanks to you the others knew where the enemy was. We failed you because we didn’t notice the man behind” I had heard about the Hyuuga blind spot from father, but had forgotten about it until that moment. I wasn’t sure f my words or actions were of any help to her, but she didn’t cry, she was just hiding, and even that didn’t last long, for the doctor came to check on her.

I walked out of the hospital and went home to rest, in the middle of the night, hours later I heard a knock at my door, it was Kakashi-sensei. He came to let me know everything went well and to ask about Hinata. I told him what the nurse told me, a blood vessel busted in her left eye, she was knocked out and had a slight concussion, but nothing major. They were going to let her out of the hospital in the morning. After Kakashi told me some more about the mission he left for the night and I made a sudden decision.

I found myself in front of the hospital. I knew which window belonged to Hinata’s room, I had seen her through it when I left that evening. So instead of going through the door, I decided to jump onto one of the trees and then right outside her window. I tapped it lightly, not wanting to wake her if she were asleep, but thankfully she wasn’t.

“Uchiha-san?” she said as she opened the window for me to get into the room. She looked confused and embarrassed. I walked to her bed and took a seat on the side of it.

“I just wanted to let you know the mission was a success, everyone is fine.” Her eyes widened. “You didn’t ruin it, as I said before they couldn’t have done it without you” it felt odd o say that and the more the words gained meaning into my mind the more embarrassing they became. “Either way, I just thought you’d worry so I came to tell you that there’s no need for that”

I got up and wanted to leave, the room felt small and warm, but Hinata grabbed the back of my shirt. “Thank you” she mumbled the words about a dozen times, each time a little quieter and broken than before. I wanted to stay and comfort her some more, but I also didn’t want to see her crying anymore. My feelings were confusing me and so was she, so I simply replied ‘go to sleep’ before going out the window and leaving her behind into the dark hospital room.

The first week of Sh month done oof, can't believe I pulled through, especially since I didn't really plan on posting anything but day 1 so most stories (apart from day 6) I things I randomly wrote at 1 am. Thank you for reading and interacting <3

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depressedhatakekakashi · 4 years ago

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The u know whos have been harassing me all day can i please request some more HC for both your knight and skill reversal AUs regarding how kakagai reationship grows to forget about them? Thank you mun 🤍

Why are they harrassing you? Who do I have to fight? i will fight them all omg. LEAVE THIS POOR PERSON ALONE YOU JERKS.

Royalty Au

Kakashi and Gai have known each other since childhood. It’s an outcome of Kakashi’s father, Sakumo, being the royal guard to King Dai. That plus Sakumo being an only father since his wife's death, and he finds himself having to have Kakashi by his side a lot growing up. He could get someone to take care of his son, but Kakashi keeps running them into the ground and scaring them off.

Thankfully, the king is very understanding and loves that his son has someone else to play with. Most people who interact with Gai treat him like a porceline. Like they have to be super careful around him or he might shatter. Kakashi doesn’t do that. He respects Gai of course. Calls him ‘your highness’ and always bows when they greet each other or say goodbye, but otherwise, he considers Gai his friend. They run around the garden together, learn together, play together. Everything that Gai does, Kakashi does with him. Sometimes Kakashi will even be able to help Gai with his learning, being a quick learner himself who can explain things better for Gai than his tutor.

As they grow up, they continue to hang out. Even when Kakashi starts to train under Lady Kushina as a page at the age of 7, Kakashi will often use his time off from training to spend with Gai.

Gai is the first person Kakashi ever tells of his dream to become a great knight. Not just like his father, but even better. He wants to prove that he’s talented and smart and that he can protect the Kingdom and the Prince from anything and anyone. Gai feels a little sad that day, even though he loves the excitement in Kakashi’s voice when he hears about his dream. But knowing that Kakashi is going to put himself into a job that could get him killed young, all to try to prove himself. that hurts Gai’s heart.

When Kakashi is promoted to Squire at the age of 11, it’s a huge celebration. People are amazed by this kid's progress. the standard age for becoming a squire is 15, and Kakashi’s already well on his way to becoming the youngest knight in history. Even with his extra duties though, he makes sure to always visit Gai in the garden at least twice a week. They still have race’s around the place, and sometimes Kakashi will show Gai how to sword fight. Gai does get lessons from a tutor of course, but he finds that he learns easier from Kakashi. Kakashi just has a way of talking to him that helps him understand quicker. Plus Kakashi always lets him make things into a competition, which helps a lot with getting him pumped and ready to learn.

When Kakashi is knighted at the age of 16, Gai’s not sure how to feel. He’s excited for his old friend of course. This was part of Kakashi’s dream. He’s already making a name for himself separate from his father. But at the same time, Gai’s terrified that this means he won’t have any time with Kakashi anymore. Kakashi will be too busy to visit him, and he’ll be alone with no one to hang out with but the people who treat him like porcelain.

Of course, Dai won’t have that. Kakashi is immediately made Gai’s royal guard. Partially to keep him out of the field where he might find nothing but a young death, and partially to keep Kakashi and Gai close. He knows how important the two are to each other already, and he refuses to be the one to tear them away from each other.

When it comes to marriage at the age of 20, Gai is not excited. He can’t think of anyone he wants to marry, and he always finds problems with the people that he is presented with. Genma is too pessemistic, Obito is too... well, Obito. Him and Kisame just want to rip each others throats out most of the time, and while he gets along fine with Rin the two of them both agree they’d prefer to be friends.

It’s not until someone mentions to Kakashi that he should also be looking to settle down that Gai realizes why he can’t choose a marriage partner.

He doesn’t want anyone else. He wants to be with Kakashi. To have Kakashi by his side, not just as his knight, but as his partner.

He knows it’s not conventional. Most people marry royalty from other lands to strengthen treaties or secure partnerships. But his father never married. He found other ways to do those things, so surely Gai can too. Right?

He’s afraid to bring it up to his father. Terrified that he’ll be rejected. But when he finally does, Dai just laughs and tells his son that it’s about time. That he just needed to tell him what it was he wanted, and he would make it happen for him.

Gai and Kakashi don’t get married right away. Neither of them is in a rush.

But when they do it’s a big event, and Kakashi is not pleased about this fact.

Both of their fathers are standing by their side, proud that their sons have found each other and can be together. That they know who’s side they belong at. Kakashi can’t imagine Anyone else protecting Gai, and Gai wouldn’t have anyone else standing beside him as his husband or as his royal guard.

Kakashi’s position does not change at all. There are people of course who are adamant that the King's husband cannot be his royal guard. that the position is too dangerous.

But Dai knows that neither of the boys are going to let anyone else take Kakashi’s position, and he’s alright with that. Kakashi has always been the one to protect Gai, and he always will be.

Skill Swap Au

Kakashi and Gai still meet outside of the academy, but it’s Kakashi who has been turned away. Denied entry because of his lack of skill in Ninjitsu or Genjutsu. Gai feels bad for the other boy. He looks so sad standing there by his father's side, the White fangs side, knowing that he can’t get into the academy because he has been deemed ‘not good enough

Seeing something in Kakashi that no one else did, Gai decides to challenge him to a spar. It takes a few attempts, and Kakashi gets annoyed really easily at his challenges and tries to remind him that he’s just going to lose to ‘the genius’, but finally Kakashi caves.

And Kakashi loses, badly. But when he crawls to his feet and stuffs his hands into his pockets determined to leave, Gai stops him and tells him that they should spare again.

And he doesn’t stop challenging Kakashi. No matter how many times Kakashi wants to give up. No matter how often the two of them hear that Gai’s ‘wasting his time with a failure’. Gai never gives up on Kakashi.

He knows what Kakashi could be capable of. He has seen his own father train her to be strong, and he has seen Kakashi training on his own. Kakashi is not a quitter. He works his butt off and always comes home bruised and tired from his efforts. Gai knows if they just keep at it, that Kakashi can become strong.

Ultimately, with Gai’s help and a lot of perseverance, Kakashi finally makes it into the academy. It’s a moment of celebration for them both and Gai can’t stop congratulating Kakashi.

Halfway through the year, Sakumo’s mission goes terribly wrong, and suddenly ‘the white fang’ is a name no longer spoken with pride. It’s a name that people spit venom at. And that loss in pride hits Kakashi hard. After Sakumo’s death, Kakashi disappears from the academy.

Gai’s terrified that Kakashi has given up. That he’s just going to let those hateful people’s words win and stop trying to become a great shinobi.

He’s wrong. Oh so wrong. Kakashi’s more determined than ever to prove himself. to show the village that he can be a great Ninja no matter what they say. Every day from dawn to dusk Kakashi trains endlessly. Pushing himself to near collapse just to get stronger.

It’s at this point, after finding Kakashi unconscious in a field after a long day of training, that Dai decides to show him the eight gates.

Having Kakashi around the house a lot more is pretty weird, but Gai also really enjoys it. Kakashi’s not always the friendliest person, but he’s always helping out around the house with chores.

Gai graduated from the academy at the age of five, setting the record for the youngest shinobi to become a genin ever. Choza Sensei decides when he’s six to have him compete in the chunin exams, and he is promoted before any of his classmates even make genin.

Kakashi graduated at the age of seven, which is still really impressive given the fact that people have always said he would never amount to anything.

Gai gets placed on team choza with Ebisu and Genma, while Kakashi gets placed on Team Minato with Obito and Rin. Kakashi’s still very ‘by the rules’ because of his father, but rather than fighting with Obito over who’s stronger, Kakashi and Obito get along a bit better.

By the time they’re 11, Kakashi has actually managed to beat Gai in a fight. It’s no surprise to Gai when he becomes a chunin along with the others, even as Gai is promoted to Jonin ahead of them.

Team Minato still gets the Kannabi bridge mission, but they’re given another Jonin to lead the mission while Minato takes care of his part of it. When Rin is kidnapped, Obito convinces Kakashi to go with him to get her even though they’re going directly against Jonin’s orders.

Kakashi still loses his eye protecting Obito, Obito still awakens his sharing, and then Obito ‘dies’ saving Kakashi from being crushed by a bolder.

Kakashi is blamed for the mission going wrong when they get back to Konoha, but instead of allowing it to eat at him, he decides to keep training. To become stronger and show the village that he’s not the failure they think he is.

Gai is determined to help him in this mission and starts making their competitions into training sessions together.

Whenever someone gets rude with Kakashi or blames him for Obito’s death, they usually find themselves meeting the end of Gai’s foot. Kakashi may not be willing to stand up to them, but Gai is more than happy to do it for them.

Rin doesn’t die in this au because of Kakashi. Instead, recognizing that she has no other way out, she uses Kakashi’s distraction while fighting the enemy shinobi to take her own life.

Obito’s still mad at Kakashi for not being able to save her, and Kakashi still see’s her blood on his hands in his nightmares. But that’s because he actually held her body while she bled out.

Recognizing his student’s strength and hurt, Minato decides to shove Kakashi into Anbu. Something that’s frowned upon by many until Kakashi starts going out onto missions. They’re surprised by his sheer strength and ability in the field.

When Minato dies against the Kyuubi, Kakashi sinks deeper into depression and tries to push everyone away, including Gai.

Of course, Gai doesn’t allow this. He refuses to let Kakashi suffer alone and always tries to keep up with their competition and spars.

When he realizes just how bad Anbu is affecting Kakashi’s mental health, Gai decides to try and join so that he can be with him. But he’s turned away because of his personality (just like in Canon)

So instead, he decides to get Kakashi out.

Kakashi’s not too happy to be made a join sensei after being shoved out of Anbu, but he takes it as punishment for not being able to help Itachi avoid the massacre route that he chose to take (in Kakashi’s eye since he doesn’t know the truth at this point)

Over the years, Kakashi has grown a lot as a shinobi. Even Itachi was surprised to see just how strong Kakashi was with just Taijutsu and did a lot of training with him to improve his own Taijutsu.

Come the Chunin exams with Team seven and Team Gai, Neji, Lee, and Tenten are unsurprised to find that Team Seven is extremely skilled in Taijutsu. Kakashi has taught them well, and these three are ready to take names and kick butt.

Sasuke still loses in his fight against Lee, but Lee’s proud to say that he was taught Taijutsu from their sensei (taught first by Gai, and then improved upon by Kakashi) and that they’re surely going to get stronger with more time under him.

The month that Kakashi spends training up Sasuke’s taijutsu is possibly the worst month of Sasuke’s life. He’s introduced to Kakashi’s personal training methods and it is not fun. Not one bit.

And after the chunin exams, while the village is trying to repair itself from the Konoha crush and settle into some sense of nromality, Itachi and Kisame show up. This time, it’s Gai who faces down Itachi and ends up in a 72 hour genjutsu. Itachi knows better than to allow the genius time to come up with a plan. But then just as Kisame is about to swoop in and finish Gai, Kakashi shows up and kicks him away. A genius and the best taijutsu master of Konoha? Itachi is out. This is not worth the hassle.

Sasuke finds out about Itachi's appearance in the village while Kakashi, Kurenai and Asuma are watching over Gai while he's resting from Itachi's attack. Kakashi of course goes after his student

Kakashi also gets to the the 'dynamic entry' against Jiraiya, kicking him in the face and away from his students. He recognizes Jiraiya of course, but damn he'd be lying if he said that didn't feel good.

#Royalty au #Skill Swap Au #Kakagai #Anonymous #Long POst #Omg this got so long i'm sorry XD

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eeveecryptid · 4 years ago

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※ BORDERLANDS: CL4P-TP EDITION

Various lines that Claptrap bots have said through Borderlands 1, Pre-Sequel and 2. feel free to change pronouns if needed. May include nsfw material. ( BL3 version here )

"Wow! You're not dead?" "Hey, check me out everybody! I'm dancin', I'm dancin'!" "Unce! Unce! Unce! Unce! Ooo, oh check me out. Unce! Unce! Unce! Unce! Oh, come on get down." "Yoo-hoooooooooo!" "I am the best robot. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I am the best robot. Ooh, ooh, here we go!" "Hey! Over here! I'm over here!" "Still haven't found the Vault?" "I'm over here!” "Rrrrrgh...this isn't working!" "Unce! Unce! I think I lost the beat... but, Unce! Unce!" "Wanna hear a new dubstep song I wrote? Wub! Wub--" "(name) asked me to tell you about a, uh, ‘little sumthin' sumthin'’ s/he needs done. You should ask him/her about it!" "Did you find the Vault yet?" "Sure is lonely around here." "Oh my God, I'm leaking! I think I'm leaking! Ahhhh, I'm leaking! There's oil everywhere!" "I can see through time..." "My servos... are seizing..." "I can see... the code." "I don't like this... this is making me nervous. Take a deep breath- I can't breathe! This is just a recording of someone breathing! It's not real! It's just making me more nervous!" "I'm detecting a motor unit malfunction... I can't move! I'm paralyzed with fear!" "Please don't shoot me, please don't shoot me, please don't shoot me!" "Turning off the optics... they can't see me..." "The traveler will protect me. The traveler will protect me." "Good as new, I think. Am I leaking?" "The box is awaiting your attention." "Please open the box." "Yeah? Well, hmph!" [ gives the finger ] "Good luck!" "There's more to learn!" "Let me teach you the ways of magic!” "Magic waits for no one, apprentice!" "Still working on that quest?" "Shouldn't you be murdering something about now?" "Hey! You're TALKING to me! And I didn't even have an exclamation point over my head! This is the BEST day of my life!" "Sooooo... how are things?" "Hey, best friend!" "Yessss, look into my eyes. You're getting sleepy. You're getting... zzzzzz... Zzzzzz..." "Success! My spell to make you want to hang out with me worked!" "Stay a while, and listen. Oh god, please -- PLEASE! -- stay a while." "Away with thee!" "Don't you worry, minion! Give me one good shot at that (name) dude and I'll take them right out! I... just got some stuff to do first." "We've really come a long way, haven't we, minion? And you're still just as loyal as ever! Who's a good minion? You are! Yes you are!" "Yessiree! This whole place would completely fall apart without old Claptrap keeping things humming along!" "As a robot, I'm completely immune to (name)’s gas attacks. But that hasn't stopped me from incessantly cowering!" "And I thought bandits were bad BEFORE they had nightmare plants growing out of them!" "You already saved Pandora? But... but I'M the hero of Pandora! It's on my business card! I ORDERED SO MANY OF THEM!" "Sanctuary's gone? But the bank! All my stuff! All my crucial information! YES! I'M OFF THE GRID, BABY! NO MORE CREDITORS! Seriously, I owe a lot of people a lot of money." " The Vault Map is gone! Forever! It will never be found. Never, ever, ever-- is what I'll say to everyone I know while I look for it. " “ I can do more than open doors, sir/ma’am! We CL4P-TP units can be programmed to do anything from open doors to ninja-sassinate highly important Janitor-y officials! ” “ I once started a revolution myself. There were lots of guns and a lot of dying. You'd think I would have gotten some better benefits out of the whole thing but no, demoted back to door-opening servitude! ” “ ---Remember what? Are... are you my father? ” “ Are you god? Am I dead? ” “ I'M DEAD I'M DEAD OHMYGOD I'M DEAD! ” “ Thanks for giving me a second chance, (name). I really appreciate it. ” " Hey everybody! Check out my package! " " Let's get this party started! " " Glitching weirdness is a term of endearment, right? " " This time it'll be awesome, I promise! " " Look out everybody! Things are about to get awesome! " " Eww, what flavor is red? " "Where'd all my bullets go?" " Bullets are dumb. " " I need tiny death pellets! " " RUN FOR YOUR LIIIIIVES! " " Oh, s/he's big...REALLY big! " " I am a tornado of death and bullets! " " Stop me before I kill again, except don't! " " There is no way this ends badly! " " This is why I was built! " " You call yourself a badass? " " Is it dead? Can- can I open my eyes now? " " I didn't panic! Nope, not me! " " Not so tough after all! " " I have gaskets tougher than you! " " That was me! I did that! " " Don't tell me that wasn't awesome! " " Wait, did I really do that? " " Aww! Now I want a snow cone. " " Freeze! I don't know why I said that. " " I can't feel my fingers! Gah! I don't have any fingers! " " Why do I even feel pain?! " " Why did they build me out of galvanized flesh?! " " That looks like it hurts! " " Oh, quit falling to pieces. " " Is that what people look like inside? " " Huh, robot's don't do that. " " Disgusting. I love it! " " It's about to get magical! " " You can't just program this level of excitement! " " Push this button, flip this dongle, voila! Help me! " " Square the I, carry the 1... YES! " " I have an IDEA! " " Round and around and around she goes! " " It's like a box of chocolates. " " If I had veins, they'd be popping out right now! " " Roses are red and/Violets are blue/Wait... how many syllables was that? " " Aww, I should've drawn tattoos on you! " " Tell me I'm the prettiest! " " Trouncy, flouncy... founcy... those aren't words. " " The robot is dead, long live the robot! " " Take these, gorgeous, you'll feel better! " " Some days, you just can't get rid of an obscure pop-culture reference. " " Oh darn, oh boy, oh crap, oh boy, oh darn. " " Do not look behind my curtain! " " I'm made of magic! " " Like those guys who made only one song ever. " " Everybody, dance time! Da-da-da-dun-daaa-da-da-da-dun-daaa! " " I brought you a present: EXPLOSIONS! " " Is this really canon? " " ... You're dead to me. " “ Nobody hurts my friends! " " Wubwubwub. Dubstep dubstep. Wubwubwubwub DROP! Dubstep! " " I'll stop talking when I'm dead! " " I'll die the way I lived: annoying! " " Come back here! I'll gnaw your legs off! " " This could've gone better! " " You look like something a skag barfed up! " " What's that smell? Oh wait, it's just you! " " Yo momma's so dumb, she couldn't think of a good ending for this 'yo momma' joke! " " You're one screw short of a screw! " " I bet your mom could do better! " " Good thing I don't have a soul! " " I'll never go back to the bad place! " " I have many regrets! " " Can I just say... yeehaw. " " You're the wub to my dub! " " So... does this make me your favorite? " " What are YOU doing down here? " " We're like those buddies in that one show! " " This is no time to be lazy! " " You can thank me later! " " You love me, right? " " You, me... keeping on... together? " " You versus me! Me versus you! Either way! " " Dance battle! Or, you know... regular battle. " " You wanna fight with me?! Put 'em up!.. Put 'em up? " " A million baddies, and you wanna hit me? Aww! " " I am so impressed with myself! " " Ha ha, this is in no way surprising! Ha ha! " " Don't bother with plastic surgery - there's NO fixing that! " " I am right behind you, Vault Hunting friend! " " I can do that too! ... Sorta... Except not. " " You jerks have NO idea what you're in for! " " I'm so glad I'm not one of those guys right now! " " YOU! ARE! SCARY! " " That is in no way disturbing. " " I did a challenge? I did a challenge! " " Glad I didn't mess that up. " " I feel... complete!.. That's weird. " " I actually did something right for once! " " Hmmm, the possibilities are an infinite recursion. " " Do any of these come with a new paint job? " " Which of these gives me my free will back? " " The moon is not enough! " " I'd do anything for a man/woman with a gun. " " At least I still have my teeth! " " Coffee? Black... like my soul. " " Crazy young whippersnappers... " " I've finally got an electric personality! " " Wait, this isn't vegetable juice! " " Cool! Now we're both super-crazy-amazing! " " These are the best kind of cooties! " " Can I shoot something now? Or climb some stairs? SOMETHING exciting? " " Times like these, I really start to question the meaning of my existence. Then I get distra-hey! What's this? This looks cool! " " It would really stink if I couldn't control what I was thinking. Like, who wants to know that I'm thinking about cheese and lint, right? " " How does math work? Does this skin make me look fat? If a giraffe and a car had a baby, would it be called a caraffe? Life's big questions, man. " " Who needs memories when I can do all this cool stuff? Stuff that I currently am not doing! That's what I'd like to call a 'hint'. " " Does this mean I can start dancing? Pleeeeeeaaaaase? " " Ya know when there was that Vault monster scare? I had these friends, and boy times sure were scary! But, I didn't care because I had friends, and they were like... super-friends! And then they left me, but they saved the world and I was like 'I know those guys!' Even though they never came back after that I still knew they cared, because no one had ever been... nice to me before. ... What is this? My eye is like... leaking. " " It's really quiet... and lonely... (hums briefly) Also this 'stopped moving' thing makes me uncomfortable. It gives me time to stop and think... literally. I'VE STOPPED, AND I'M THINKING! IT HURTS ME! " " Oh. My. God. What if I'm like... a fish? And, if I'm not moving... I stop breathing? AND THEN I'LL DIE! HELP ME! HELP MEEEEE HEE HEE HEEE! HHHHHHHELP! " " Ahem, ahem. What's going on? Did I break something? " “ You hear me, (name)?! You killed my friends! You destroyed my product line! I am the last Claptrap in existence, AND I AM GOING TO TEABAG YOUR CORPSE! ” “ You think a door can stop me, (name)?! I was MADE to open doors! ” “ Dammit, (name) - how did you know stairs were my ONLY weakness?! Next to electrocution, and explosions, and gunfire, rust, corrosion, being kicked a lot, viruses, being called bad names, falling from great heights, drowning, adult onset diabetes, being looked at funny, heart attacks, exposure to oxygen, being turned down by women, and pet allergens! Your brilliance is matched only by your malevolence! ” “ I'm just gonna go ahead and cloak now. You can't hear me crying if I cloak! (sobbing) stairs, why did it have to be stairs? I'll never climb those stairs! ”

#ask meme #borderlands rp meme #sentence starters #indie rp #inbox meme #rp meme #rp ask #rp ask meme #askbox meme #askbox starters #rp sentence meme #sentence starter meme #rp sentence starters #inbox memes #indie starters #rp inbox meme

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entitynotincluded · 6 years ago

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April 5th 2019;

2:56 am/4:05 am

I cant sleep and my whole body is physically aching. All these people that hurt me keep cycling through my mind.

First my dad... Luis... Why could you never show me love or even that you were proud of me. My youngest memories are of you being drunk and passed out. Yet I still loved you and idolized you with all my heart. You were my strong and hilarious dad! No one could stop you! You were out all day keeping the bad guys in jail so how could you be bad? When the divorce happened and you disappeared entirely. Any part of you that I thought I had was gone and I lost the dad I had grown so attached to. Any love that I felt you had for me left and it felt like an eternity till you said “I love you” to me again. I know you’ve said you love me before.. But that was when I was so young. I barely remember it. After all this time why? Why did you finally say it right as you left me again.

Mom... I don’t remember much before the divorce.. I wish I did. I wish I could remember you’re smile from back then. Who you were before my dads lies and cheatings were discovered. I see all these pictures of you back then. You looked so light and happy. Now when you smile I feel uneasy at times. When we left dad you started to drink and party... a lot. Living with Nana feels like the begining of the nightmare. That’s when you would go to work, come home to change and then head out again. Till you’d come home covered in the scent of booze, cologne and sweat. You’d just climb in bed, laughing because I had turned your creepy dolls away from me so they werent looking at me, then pass out. You never could tell that I had spent all night crying... worried you wouldnt return. I sat in that room staring out the window just waiting for you. I just wanted the mom that would read and sing me to sleep back. I wanted so badly for you to just be my loving mom again. I thought you being gone was the worst. Soon I learned you being there was living hell.

When you were with Luis still sure you guys would pull my ear and spank me... That was so rare though. After the split though... It was like a switch flipped in you and I became the punching bag to all your frustrations. It felt like everyday you would be hitting my ass raw. Pulling my ear so hard and constantly that it felt like it would fall off. Shaming me in public. Did you feel powerful bending me over in those stores, all those people watching, and just hitting me till I was screaming in pain because I could barely stand anymore. You would be worse behind closed doors. I wasn’t allowed outside a lot because I was always grounded or I hadn’t cleared my plans with you at least a week in advance. I lived in constant fear of you. When the front door opened.. what mood would you be in?? How long could I hide in my room before you came for me?? Some days you would just come home; tell me to go to my room, take off my pants and bend over. Thats you be there soon with the spoon or spatula. I can still remember how that wood felt on my bare skin. The marks that were left. The tears that would seem to never stop. “I’ll stop when you stop crying. Why are you still crying?” I learned to not cry because of that. Emotions would only bring me pain so why did I need them? After you would leave though and that door would close (that is if it was allowed to be closed, which it usually wasnt) I would just cry. Forcing myself to be quiet so I wouldn’t draw your attention again. I’m an adult now so you don’t do that to me now. Yet I still feel so much fear to you sometimes.

Harleigh/Zeih... You were supposed to love me. Did you ever really care about me? Or was I just someone you dated cause why not?? You were polyamourous, yeah I was ok with that. I just wanted to know I had a special part in your heart. You could do what you wanted with people and I would have been fine with it. BUT you hid it from me. You withdrew from me and slept with some of my at the time closest friends. I had to learn from your roommate that you were having sex with these people. Then to have your dad call me and defend you? All I wanted was for you to reach out to me.. Talk to me. For when you saw me.. AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN!! To come after me and just show some form of guilt or caring. But no.. You iust watched me break every time and cry while trying to run and hide.

You probably never learned this but... one of the people you were busy spending all your time with... Romancing and screwing... That son of a bitch would later take advantage of me. Thats for later in this hell of a post though. First you Harleigh.. You get to know how what you did affected me... I already had trust and abandonment issues. You knew this... After this though... I just lost all sense of trust. Those I dated after you were because I felt the need to say yes not cause I wanted to. I remeber one guys name after you and thats cause I know I hurt him and for that I’m truly sorry. It took YEARS for me to finally, FINALLY feel attached to someone again. To fully love them. He is so much to me but god damn am I terrifed. I’m so scared of history repeating. You know why I’m so scared?? Because of you Harleigh... Harleigb you are the reason my heart fucking turned to dust. After you I stopped eating because maybe you found my body disgusting?? I identified as Asexual at the time but had been willing to have sex if that was what you really desired from me. I was willing to be that vulnerable with you. Yet you twisted it and shattered me. I stopped eating, my body would just start puking everyday... I lost all sense of time.

That is until Sam.

Sam... You through all of this had been there for me to go to and cry. When hugged me it felt like a shield. I thought you were my genuine friend. I called you my older brother sometimes for gods sake. But no... You took my trust and shattered it too. I just wanted a ride to my best friends house after a long day of guys being creepy and flipping my skirt up. You offered me a ride so I could avoid the creeps on the bus. Did you plan to take me up to that hill/mountaint that day? When did you deside that was the destination? All I remember is Ninja Sex Party playing in your speakers and driving past my friends house. I was so confused but I trusted you.

I got out of that car and looked at the view you had wanted me to see.

I sat on the rock like you told me to.

I was being the good little girl everyone told me to be.

Then next thing I know.. your mouth is on mine. Your hands just touching and clawing at my chest. Suddenly you had pushed my skirt up.. it felt like you were clawing at my tights... like you would rip them off at any second.. You had asked if I wanted you to go in my underwear. How many god damn times did I say no and shake my head??? Were my tears not enough for you?!!!! Apparently not. Your strong hands that had held me so many times suddenly were violating me. I remember your touch on my vagina.. You made a comment about how I shouldnt be embarrassed that I wasnt bare down there. You finallt took me to my friends house when you were done with me and after that you never spoke to me again.

Dylan... you were a minor part in all of this. You were just a boy that wanted his dick to get sucked. And I was just a boy that wanted some weed. Yet that wasn’t all... you knew I had a small crush on you... You joked about it to me. You led me along and ditched me right as one of my close friends that you liked started talking to you again. You left me like some road kill. Why couldnt you at least stay and be my friend?? No. You had to completely stop talking to me. So for that fuck you. You never cared when I cried. Never came when I was crying and on the verge. Just begging for some form of help.

After all this I tried to stop eating and existing. I went to an out patient program and acted like a good recovering depressed child. I just wanted to play happy until the day I snapped and killed myself. Now though... Now I feel so happy. Everyday I get to talk to the love of my life. He sees my pain. It scares him yes. But it doesn’t scare him away. If anything it brings him closer. He wants to be there for me and I want to be there for him. I don’t have to be fake happy anymore.

I just get to be genuinely happy!

He makes living through all of this worth it and so much more. There will be hard times in the future. I accept this. Yet I feel so much more prepared to face it as long as I have my soulmate, James. He makes me not hate the world anymore. In fact now I don’t hold hate towards any of these people except you Sam.

My mother: I love her dearly even though she terrifies me

My father: I want to trust you and feel a bond if that were possible

Dylan: We were both so young I just hope you learned and are a better person now

Harleigh: I hope you find joy in your life. Though it would bring me so much joy if you could see like once in public with my James. I just want you to see how much better of a person he is than you will EVER be.

#ramblings #feelings #text

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littlebitoffanfic · 7 years ago

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Glasses

Fandom: teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Character: Donnie Relationship: Donnie/reader Request: can you do a Donnie x reader? The reader was bullied for wearing glasses and thinks Donnie is acting weird to her because of her glasses but it actually because hes really attracted to her? Especially when shes wearing glasses Donnie closed the door behind him, carful not to slam it and draw attention to himself. His hands were shaking slightly and he was sweating as he leaned against the door. He could feel his heart beating hard in his chest and he tried to calm it. You had come into the lair today, which was normal as you were going to help Donnie with some tech. But Donnie couldn’t find he could be in the same room as you. It was a nasty or vindictive reason. It was just… you. You had been wearing black dungaree dress with a pair of crimson tights and crimson top to match. Your hair was up in a messy bun but strands fell down around your face. But it was one thing that broke Donnie. You were wearing your glasses. it wasn’t often you wore them and Donnie was grateful for that. Not because he didn’t like them. It would be very hypocritical of him to not like glasses considering he could barely see without his. But your were like the cherry on top of a beautiful cake. He thought you were absolutely stunning but, for some reason, when you wore glasses it was like Donnie couldn’t function. His attraction to you grew and he didn’t know how to stop it. He was scared he would act on these urges and let everything slip. He would tell you he had loved you for years, that everything he did was for you, that he would happily protect you for the rest of his life. but he didn’t know how you would react. He suddenly jumped when he heard a knock at the door, followed by your voice calling his name. Donnies legs nearly gave way but he managed to hold himself up as he turned and opened the door. He was surprised when his eyes met yours to see a hint of sadness in them. Your eyes looked slightly bigger behind your glasses, but nothing compared to how his eyes enlarged under in own pair. Stepping back, he allowed you to enter the lair with a smile but was surprised when you didn’t return with your own smile. You walked into the centre of the lab but Donnie hung back by the door. He was sure you hadn’t noticed him slip away, but apparently, he was wrong. As he closed the door over and took a moment to take a few breaths before could turn to face you. ‘relax’ he told himself. But before he turned back, you asked a question that seemed to shatter his world. “Are you ignoring me because im wearing my glasses?” You asked, your voice shaking slightly. Donnie could feel the tension in the door and felt every breath slip out his lungs. You had figured it out. You had figured out he loved you and that scared him. Donnie ran every moment over the last few days in his mind, trying to figure out where you had figured out his feelings for you, but he couldn’t find any. He knew he couldn’t deny it. It was one thing to never confess his feelings, it was another to lie about them. He always told himself if you were to ask, he would be honest with you. Sighing, he pressed his forehead against the door, squeezing his eyes shut as he prepared himself for the rejection. “Yes.” He said, just loud enough for you to hear. There was a moment of silence as he waited. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears. but then he heard a clatter from behind him and a sob. Donnie turned around and first searched for the clatter, afraid one of his inventions had fallen over and hurt you. But his eyes fell on your glasses, which were now lying on the floor at your feet. He frowned but another sob drew his attention up and his heart broke in you. Your hands were covered your face and you were crying. He could see the tears slipping through your hands and running down your skin. “[y/n]?” Donnie asked, timidly. He didn’t know what had caused this sort of reaction in you. You were strong and never let anyone see you cry. But Donnie realised he had been blocking the door so it wasn’t like you could just leave. “I thought you were different. I thought you wouldn’t care!” You sobbed, more to yourself than to him. But when Donnie called out your name again, you jumped and looked up at him. He felt like he could see your heart breaking in your eyes and it killed him. “what do you mean?” Donnie asked desperately. He didn’t think him confessing would trigger such a reaction and wanted nothing more than to see you smile again. “I mean you’re just like them all! I thought you wouldn’t care that I wore glasses but you cant even stand being around me when I am! I don’t like wearing them! You think I liked being teased and bullied for having to wear those stupid things!” You screamed him and pointed to the glasses on the floor. Donnie took a moment to processes what you had said, confused at your outburst. You had been bullied for your need for glasses? Donnie had never been teased apart from by his brothers but that was in fun. You were obviously very badly bullied. So much so that even years after leaving school, you were still insecure. And you thought his actions were because of that reason. Well, it was, but not because he didn’t like them. For the exact opposite reason. “You’re wrong. I think you’re beautiful.” Donnie whispered, shaking his head. He knew he had to tell you now or never. He wasn’t willing to allow you to feel like the glasses make you look anything less than beautiful. Even though him confessing would destroy your friendship, he wanted you to know how he thought of you. You seemed to freeze at him words. “What?” You sobbed, shaking your head as if you couldn’t believe what he had said. “You think im beautiful?” “breath-takingly so.” Donnie offered you a small but sad smile as he walked closer to, till he was only a few feet away. “Why-Why?” You hiccupped, obviously confused. Donnie knew you weren’t asking why he thought you were beautiful. You were asking for an explanation of his actions. “sometime, I cant be in the same room as you.” He started, seeing your eyes widen as fresh tears flooded them, but he continued. “Not because of what you’re thinking. I- ive been in love with you for a long time. And sometimes, it breaks my heart. Because I know nothing can ever happen between us. And I accept that. But sometimes, I wonder what it would be like. And sometimes, there are moments when I look at you and feel myself falling in love all over again. With your intelligence. With your humour. With your beauty. With you.” Donnie felt his own tears running down his cheek as he spilled his heart out to you. “but why cant you stand when I wear my glasses?” You asked, your own mind spinning by his words. But you saw Donnies cheek glow and he looked away from you for a moment before looking back to you. “I-I like them. I think you look amazing in them and I prefer it when you wear them. You’re just so…” Donnie met your gaze as his eyes filled with adoration. He bent down and picked up the glasses before sliding them back onto your face, carefully. Once they were secure, his thumb brushed against your cheek for a moment. “Beautiful.” You saw Donnie bite down on his lower lip slightly as hurt flashed in his eyes before his hand left your cheek and he turned to walked away from you. “Why… why could nothing ever happen?” You asked, walking as he froze and turned back to face you. You instantly saw why he had turned away as fresh tears wet his cheeks. “Turtle, human.” He indicated between the two of you with a small laugh, as if it were obvious. You raised a hand and ran it through your hair. “I don’t care.” You shook your head slightly as you spoke as if to make sure he understood your words. He blinked at your words, silently asking why. “because I love you too.” No one had ever said anything as sweet as he just had to you. And as you looked back over the years, you were surprised you hadn’t noticed his feeling. Or him noticing yours. Donnie took a deep breath and stared at you for a moment. He was either waiting to see if this was a joke or wondering what he was going to do next. But then he seemed to break and he walked back to you. His walked with a sense of purpose and determination you had never seen in him before. And you liked it. As he came closed, he reached out and rested his right hand on your left cheek before bending down to press his lips to yours in a powerful and passionate kiss. you instantly returned the kiss, pressing your body against his as you wrapped your arms around him. You needed the contact, the intimacy and passion he was offering. Donnie was somewhat taken aback by your willingness to kiss him but he couldn’t control himself when you said you loved him back. He was more than willing to pull away and apologies for his actions but you were silently asking for more. He wrapped his other hand around your waist. Pulling back for air, you felt his hand move around to rest on the back of your neck beneath your hair. You were both panting slightly and as you looked at Donnie, you were very aware that this was his first kiss. In fact, you would be his first everything. And that excited you. “Im sorry for how I acted to you.” Donnie whispered, pulling you a little closer if it were possible. “me too. I just assumed it was because of the same reason everyone else teased me.” You looked down, ashamed you were admitting to being bullied. You had never told anyone before. “Well, they’re all wrong.” Donnie whispered. And as you looked up into his loving eyes, you honestly felt he was right. How could they be right about you when someone looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing on this planet? “Can-can you stay here tonight?” Donnie suddenly asked. He saw your cheek glow bright red and your eyes widen (partly in amusement) as his boldness. “No, no, no. not like that. I just- I think we have a lot to talk about and, honestly, I could stay like this forever.” Donnie quickly corrected himself, making you smile and laugh. “Yeah, I can stay. In fact, I don’t think you’ll be getting rid of me anytime soon. Not after a kiss like that.” You giggled, cuddling into his chest as you felt it vibrate slightly with his own chuckle. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He pressed a kiss to your head as he held you close.

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #Donnie x reader #Donnie #Donnie/reader #Donatello x reader #Donatello #donatello/reader #reader insert #fluff

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haleyroachstafford · 5 years ago

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Luna

The more that I seek to be a whole person, the more I see that there are so many opportunities to seek wholeness if only we are paying attention.

I used to hate washing my face but now every night and every morning it is a chance to slow down, to touch my own face with gentleness and care, to breathe deeply, to smell the lovely scents of the nourishing products I am putting on. It has become something I look forward to. These moments to slow down and connect with my hands and my face and engage my senses.

I love reading. But sometimes I love finishing books. And that at times causes something that should be relaxing to turn into something centered around productivity. When I feel myself rushing through a book, flipping to quickly I am learning to pause. To enjoy each word. To forget about goals and lists and logs and just enjoy.

I am learning to be thoughtful about the things I eat and the ways in which I move my body. I am learning to enjoy putting things away or washing a dish. I am learning that sometimes the difference between peace and anxiety is just perspective.

I am seeking wholeness and peace and these things lead me to openness. I am more open. I am learning everyday that God comes to us in many ways, through many avenues. That we have numerous opportunities in every day to interact with the divine. We just have to pay attention.

I may be a complicated person. I simultaneously love and hate over-spiritualization. Because I think there are two ways that it can be done. In one way that closes and in another that opens.

One way where there are very certain things and rules and words that over spiritualized. It’s all about rules and saying the right words and reading the right things and not trusting yourself because in a way you are separated from the divine because you are a sinner.

And then there is another way, a way where everything is spiritual. There aren’t rules and the path is not narrow. Its wide open and there isn’t a passcode and you don’t have to follow 5 special steps to belong. And you get to trust yourself because you too are divine. You are good and divine.

I used to be more one way and now I am more the other.

I cringe at certain words because they are too much and in the next breath I might to do or think something a little woo woo.

Anyway, all of this was just to say that I had an experience this year that opened me a bit more. An interaction with the divine that was sacred.

Her name was Luna Lovegood. She was our dog. An unexpected gift that opened me more to the reality that God is more present than we realize.

I have never been a dog person. I wasn’t sure if I would ever have a dog of my own, but I thought maybe if I had kids someday and they really wanted one.

And then one Friday night my husband found a dog in a thunderstorm that was nearly as big as a horse. He brought him home and washed him in our tub at 12am while the water ran black and I put my eyes towards the heavens wondering what he had gotten us into.

We called that dog Archie and our plan was to take him to the vet on Monday and see if he had a chip. I was insistent that we were not keeping this dog, but I was also dreaming about the amazing running partner that Archie would make. Grant wanted to keep him. And I could see why. He was a gentle giant and a lovely house guest. But he would not go to the bathroom on a leash and had been holding it for ages.

On Sunday we decided to tie his leash outside and then maybe he would eventually go pee. When I came out to check on him next he was gone. The collar was laying on the ground as if he had just suddenly disappeared. He was in our lives just long enough to open them up and then leave.

By Tuesday night we had gone to a couple different shelters and came home with Luna.

When we met Luna at the shelter she was reserved. She wanted nothing to do with us. They told us that she wasn’t super interested in playing with others- she was a bit of an introvert and that she was highly food motivated.

The second she walked into the room and we met her Grant and I looked at each other. Our eyes saying, “She is so fekking cute.” She has some (treatable) health problems that gave us reservation but in the end we couldn’t leave without her.

Within a few days we realized how wrong the shelter was about her. She was a ball of energy who wanted constant attention. She was pretty much the worst personal assistant ever. Constantly right behind you but horrible at fetching you coffee.

We loved her so much.

I loved her so much. And my family and friends could not believe it because I have been known as a dog hater. As someone in my family put it, Luna warmed my cold, dead heart.

When I was at work, I worried about her. If I thought about her running away, I felt nauseous.

Her health problems retreated, we went on walks and runs, she came on trips with us. She made us laugh with how extra she was. Her love and commitment to a bowl of food was inspiring. We imagined that she had the voice of a 70 year old woman who had smoked her whole life. We called her looney tune.

She was the perfect dog… except she hated everyone minus a small handful of people.

Pretty early on she started showing a little aggression. She would freak out when anyone she didn’t know came around. We learned quickly to put her away when new people came over or she would bark and nip like crazy.

The more attached she was to us, the more she seemed to hate new people. It was sad because she wanted so badly to protect us, and she just couldn’t understand that we were safe and that she was safe.

I was out of town with no service. When I finally had service again I called Grant and he told me that Luna had bitten someone in the face. It was shocking, because it was one of the few people that Luna really loved. She bit them on the face, and it wasn’t good.

She was becoming more and more aggressive.

We were in a stressful season. We were in the middle of flipping a house that we were living in. Grant was gone more during the day than he had been when we first got Luna.

She was probably really stressed. Stress that we caused her. But she was also aggressive and unpredictable. Shortly after the biting incident she got fleas and we had to deal with that. We were supposed to be going out of town and didn’t trust her to be watched by family and were having a hard time finding a place that would keep her.

It was a lot of stress for all of us. Eventually we set up an appointment to surrender her. There were times where Grant said, “we should surrender her” and times where he said the opposite. I was more consistent. Feeling so overwhelmed, and wanting a solution.

When an appointment came up to surrender her we didn’t really talk about it. I think it was too hard. It was ‘our’ decision but it felt more like mine. Grant agreed that it was probably best; that is made the most sense but said he would never do it on his own.

It was awful to say goodbye to her. To walk away. To wonder what she was doing and how she was.

And it’s been awful to miss her. To feel the responsibility of her absence. I have been amazed at my muscle memory. Everytime I walk in the house my body starts toward her door, thinking she will be waiting to be let out.

The worst was when we got home from a trip late the other day. For some reason, I was overwhelmed with the feeling that she should be there.

In so many ways, Luna became an embodiment of the world's pain to me. All the people who had been hurt and abused. The people who were scared and who just desperately wanted love but didn’t always know how to go about it.

There was so much pureness to her spirit. An innocence.

She was the first other living creature I was responsible for and I let her down. We could have gotten training, we could have kept her long enough to see if the anxiety medicine would work. There were other options. There was more we could do. I just wasn’t willing to make the needed sacrifices and I wasn’t willing to take the risk. Because despite all the training and medication it can just take one more horrible accident to know that it was a mistake.

We took her back to the shelter where we got her. We talked with someone on the behavioral team. She asked us suggestions for her, for her next home. We said goodbye to Luna.

Lately we have been calling to try and get an update on how she was doing.

They finally called back today. The said she was no longer with us.

They said due to her history and behavior that they killed her. My words, not theirs. Of course.

We thought that they were going to help her but she wasn’t even with them a full month. They were the ones who let us adopt an aggressive dog and then we paid them to take her back and then they killed us. There is a lot of anger towards this shelter.

But mostly just a lot of sadness. She was a light. And now she is gone.

For 5 months she was my girl and she opened me up. I loved her. And I feel regret and I also know that I did the best I could. I miss her and I want her back and I also know that we probably made the best choice we could have.

It’s silly, but it feels like no dog could ever be as good as Luna. It feels like she is irreplaceable.

She was a good girl. The best girl. Our girl.

And I just wanted to write it all down.

I just want to remember the way she would run and lay on her back the second my parents walked in, begging to be scratched.

I want to remember the time she jumped on the table.

And how she had ninja like skills when it came to catching and killing flies.

I want to remember the way she would box with her paws in the morning and the way she could hear the sound of dog food hitting her bowl from anywhere in the house.

I want to remember the way her tongue looked when it was sticky with peanut butter.

I want to remember the one time that she was so scared of fireworks that she laid her head on my shoulder and fell asleep.

I want to remember the first time we heard her bark- a couple weeks after we had gotten her and were convinced she couldn’t bark.

I want to remember how excited she was to see us when we got home and the way that she would stand by the door the second we got her leash off.

I want to remember the hilarious way she would run away from her own poop after going to the bathroom.

I want to remember how she loved Grant more than anyone else in the world, and the way she would have done anything to protect him.

I want to remember how excited she was to see other dogs, the way she turned into a kid on a playground who was desperate and nervous to make friends.

I want to remember what it felt like to have her friendship, her precious presence on nights where I was home alone.

I want to remember a thousand little things that I am sure I have already forgotten.

I want to remember that God is sneaky. That she is always reaching for us. Reaching for us through a book or a cup of tea or a skin care routine or a sunrise or a through a pure, innocent, hurting, loving, psychotic, hilarious little doggo named Luna Lovegood Stafford.

Lunie girl, I am sorry that I let you down. I love you. I miss you. You are not scared anymore. You are not anxious. You are enveloped in love.

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ceiaofsilence · 8 years ago

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Reading Boruto the Manga (Ch. 11)

Trying to read the Boruto manga now that they’re done rehashing the damn movie. Can’t get much worse than that, can it? Hahahahaha (To read why I did not like that movie, go here)

-Cover page: I almost turn back right there. Wtf. Look at Sarada. No, don’t look at Sarada. Her shirt/dress thing barely covers her ass. And we look at her from slightly below. If her leg weren’t angled like that - giving us a very nice view of leg in the most impractical heels a ninja ever wore, there’s every chance we’d get a panty shot. Dafuq, are they trying to make her sexy? She’s what, twelve?

-Boruto and Mitsuki look fine tho. Kakashi’s face on the mountain looks like someone forgo t to carve half his face, and the trees have cotton candy instead of leaves

-next three pages: first we get a page of trees and - gasp! - a blur and the noise of a step! Can it be? Are ninjas passing grough? Yeah, next oage we get a shot of team Konohamaru. Sarada’s still missing pants to her outfit, and she’s still got those ridiculous heels.

-Boruto’s got a radio in his ear but isn’t paying attention. Model ninja right there. Apparently he’s been actin weird lately, as Sarada informs us.

-Next panel - awkward transition, is this a flashback or is it not, what were they even doing in the forest, why are they suddenly back in civilisation, and where did Sarada and Mitsuki go, and who is this mysterious cloaked man Boruto speaks to, whose head was cut off by the panel limits?

-‘Tis Sasuke! Behold, his haircut is still hideous. I will never get over this. Also his eyes are dead.

-They’re talking about that weird mark on Boruto’s hand. Apparently everything’s fine. No more paralysis/timestoppey thing. Which Sasuke apparently noticed last chapter, despite not looking like it at all. Huh. Rinnegan hax powers

-Sasuke: “I’m not saying this to scare you-” Dun dun dun! “But what��s happening to you body isn’t normal. Like a totally smart person who has learned from past mistakes, I’ll look into it on my own instead of asking, say, a sealing expert. Tell me if anything goes wrong kay bye”

-Thank you, Sasuke, as always you are a great help

-Ahh, so it was a flashback, we’re back to the forest and Boruto is super not-worried and decides he needs to focus on the mission like he was supposed to all along.

-Abrupt scene change no jutsu! Where are we? Oh. Some game shop in Konoha. The voice of god says over an invisible radio that the Konoha Bank was robbed and civilians should please stay in the city. Because obviously the thieves fled into the forest, why would they stay in a huge-ass confusing city with tons of hidey holes and security sucky enough that the one bank could easily be robbed? The ninjas must all be on vacation or something

-And there we have the thieves. Gasp, they’re generic missing-nin.

-Wheee! Mitsuki kidnaps one of them with his gomu gomu powers. Well done!

-Generic missing-nin #1 and #2 run for the hills, #2 right into Sarada’s fist. He doesn’t fly very far, but is out for the count nonetheless. I bet Sakura could have knocked him into the sky like team rocket

-#1 is about to do something. Sarada kicks his ass. Nice. Though her fighting style looks weird. Must be the heels...

-Apparently the thieves have a boss who’s apparently waaaay stronger than his minions. Three guesses who gets to take him on, the first two don’t count.

-Le gasp! Suddenly Sarada is in distress! The ninja whose ass she totally kicked earlier is suddenly opverpowering her! Oh no! Who can save her?!

-Sup, Boruto

-”Boruto!” Sarada exclaims

“Did you get careless, that’s not like you,” Boruto says.

“Just wanted to create some unnecessary drama, I’ll buy you tea later, totally not tricking you into a date by risking our lives.” Well, she’s more ninja-ish than Sakura at least

-Thieves disappear in a smoke cloud. ALL ACCORDING TO PLAN

-Boruto: “Screw the plan, rasengan!”

-Did Boruto just kill that guy

-Apparently he didn’t listen to the plan, surprise surprise

-Strange ninja sitting in a tree. Says they did okay, you know, by their standards. Who is this mysterious fellow? he wears a Konoha forehead-protector, a Konoha uniform, and a scarf. His eyes are dead like Sasuke’s.

-I think it’s Konohamaru. With Obito-hair. And facial surgery. Or it could be a mysterious stranger who swooped in to replace Konohamaru. Who knows?

-Scene change no jutsu! Naruto’s office! We’ve got Naruto in his chair, Shikamaru next to him, Sai, and Ibiki (I think? He’s got a white cloak on. It makes him look like a doctor)

-Apparently they’re talking about idiot science-guy from the movie (and the manga I guess) who fucked up so much shit and probably completely ruined Konoha’s reputation, disobeying a direct order form the Hokage

-Science-guy was controlled! Ahhh! What a twist! Gee, I really care about this person now.

-Who I thought was Sai may not be Sai. I don’t know this face. Oh, neermind, it actually is Sai.

-Naruto you got a problem, your village is infiltrated and your Ibiki is an impersonator. His scars are all wrong. Also your hair is stupid.

-The mysterious enemy wants the ninja tech. How mysterious.

-Shikamaru, are you winking at Naruto, or is that just an awkwardly drawn face. Also, were your wrists always this thing?

-Strange ninja kid comes in and says Konohamaru & Team have done their mission. This makes Naruto super-happy. I like to see that after his precious shitty-father-displays!

-Ah, strange ninja kid is Mirai! Asuma’s kid, I see.

-Naruto & folks worried because thief boss didn’t show. Thief boss answers to the lovely name ‘corpse clone Shojoji’. Because he can transform into dead people and imporsonate them. Gee, I’ve never heard of anything like that before! And he’s in the top ten most wanted ninja! Clearly, this is a case for a fresh genin team to tackle.

-Naruto absolutely can’t deal with this, he’s got to meet with the Fire daimyo

-Abrupt scene change no jutsu! Strange old man. It’s either corpse clone dude or the fire dimyo. he’s got a spoiled kid, so my guess is the latter.

-Apparently in the Elemental Nations they don’t have pokßemon, they play ‘Extreme Ninja Scrolls’ instead, collecting ninja cards like chocolate frog cards. Spoiled kid likes doing this so much he wants to buy the entire store

-Boruto plays this game, too. He gets his super rare daddy-card for the fifth time. Poor him!

-Boruto gets called away by Konohamaru! Aha, so it was Konohamaru earlier! His hair is still weird. His face is also weird. And no, scarfs aren’t meant to be worn like that. Why did fashion king Boruto let this pass for so long?

-Now what was so important? Omg! Boruto, meet the Fire Daimyo’s son, Draco Malfoy!

-Boruto, you won the lottery! You get to guard this spoiled brat! Gee, this plot sounds familiar, too. Wasn’t that the plot of every Naruto movie pre-shippuuden?

-...and that’s it.

-Gee, what a cliffhanger. I must know how the story continues. I’m dying to read the next chapter.

Welll... it didn’t suck as badly as the movie? Aside from Sarada’s fucking clothes.

Tune in next month to see how this epic saga continues!

#cia reads #boruto the manga #chapter 11

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spectrumscribe · 8 years ago

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Left-ways

(Reposting because I deleted the original by accident!! Sorry!!!)

Hecka violent Mikey one-shot I promised. Trigger warnings apply, apologies.

(Violent impulses are a bitch, aren’t they?)

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There’s a point. There’s always a point.

There’s always a point where he just can’t care anymore.

And then everything slides left.

Soooooooooo far left that everything just flips-

-and then he’s right-side up again! Just like new!

Funny how that always works, just like dysfunctional clockwork!

Ha! Ha ha!

Mikey’s been sliding for that left for a looooooong while. Too long. Too long and now he’s on the very, very edge of the left, and wondering why he should tip back to the right at all.

He needs space. Space from his brothers and their tight, stuffy, confining home filled with too many memories and sad things. He needs space so he won’t slide left-ways around his brothers, because that would be bad of him to do. He shouldn’t do that to them, they’ve already got so much to deal with right now.

Mikey kind of really, really wishes he had a portal to Dimension-X. He slid all the way left-ways in there a number of times, and nothing bad came of it! Maybe it wasn’t so nice for the creatures and Kraang he met while he was in there, but hey! A guy has to get his kicks somehow!

Mikey bites his lip and taps his fingers and fidgets fidgets fidgets and tries not to slide too far left-ways while he’s at home.

He can’t stand it, though. The stuffiness. The suffocation. The stillness.

Mikey is the only one moving, while his brothers sit still and silent and oh so very sad because of their father and Mikey can’t.

He’s sad, yes. But he’s slipping too far left-ways to have room for sadness and he needs to go. Because if he stays, he’s gonna slip right on over that edge, and the time it takes to flip right-side up is too long much too long for his brothers to go through.

Leo is quiet in the dojo and Raph is punching his things and Donnie is building something small and ticky ticky ticky and Mikey isn’t noticed at all as he slips away.

Mikey misses his dad, misses having a whole family, and misses feeling like he wasn’t always edging towards the edge.

He’s left-ways and sideways and dancing over streets because there’s nothing else to do. He’s too wired for videogames, too careless for skating, so all he can do is leap and run and try not to slip without somewhere to aim it.

Maybe his brothers noticed him being gone, maybe they haven’t. They don’t see him slipping left-ways, but that’s okay! They’re not supposed to anyways!

Mikey wonders if Karai is better yet. She’s fast and deadly and her friend is fun too. Maybe they’d have something for him to do so he doesn’t slip left-ways all the way.

But he’s close. Oh is he so very close.

All the way left-ways and then upside-down to come back up right-side and feel like an okay person again that’s the plan that’s what’s going to happen if only he could find someone to aim it at-

Mikey stops, sharp and silent, and stares down at a building he’s passing.

Oh. There’s someone. There’s lots of someones.

Sometimes, with all the mutants and aliens and super ninjas- he forgets that the Purple Dragons even exist. Ha! Sucks to be them, so normal compared to everything and everyone else in New York.

Mikey slips over the edge of the building, and very nearly over his left-ways edge.

It’s buzzing in his skull, like a twitch twitch twitch that won’t stop till he either slides all the way left-ways or pulls himself back to the right. It twists and shrieks and makes more noise than Mikey can to drown it out and he hates it and he loves it because left-ways can be fun when he’s alone. When there’s no one there to stop him or distract him or get hurt in his left-ways slide.

His dad wouldn’t have wanted that, though. The slide, the slip, the flip off the cliff-

His dad would have been sad, disappointed, in Mikey for flipping all the way around and being left-ways the way he sometimes gets.

He’s at that point though. That point.

His dad is dead and their war is over and Mikey is sad and furious and bored.

He’s left-ways now, sliding through the open windows of the Purple Dragons’ hideout. Why they don’t move it, or at least defend it better, he doesn’t know. He doesn’t care. He doesn’t he doesn’t he doesn’t he doesn’t-

Oh, look, there’s Hun and his boys. Just like Mikey knew he’d be.

Mikey smiles, wide and gleeful.

He’s silent, swift, making his way from the rafters to the floor in perfectly timed rebounds off the wall and the machines inside the warehouse.

Hun and his gang- just a few men not enough men- are at a table. Drinking. Eating. Playing cards. They’re laughing and smiling and seem at ease with one another.

How lucky of them. How lucky lucky lucky that they don’t have a dark, sorrow filled home to go return to. One that’s too full and too empty and Mikey hates it more than he can even express, which is why he’s left-ways so far left-ways that he’s-

Mikey makes a final jump from the big cat statue, to the floor, and lands without a sound. His chains though. He lets them clink as he does, and splay across the floor with wonderful metallic clangs.

They didn’t make those sounds in Dimension-X much, not unless he was in a Kraang ship- and while he did love being in those great big metal ships and being so far left-ways nothing felt real until he wasn’t left-ways anymore- Mikey loves the concrete of his city and the way it lets him make just as much noise as he feels like. And no more than that.

All the heads in the room whip towards him- one, two, three, four - and Mikey smiles and smiles and smiles.

Not enough heads. But they’ll do.

Mikey slips left-ways, and over the cliff.

Crack crack crack crack crack-

How many bones does a hand have? Donnie would know, but Mikey doesn’t.

He likes the sound though. There are enough bones to make plenty.

Sound was fun and strange in Dimension-X. He misses that especially. Because Mikey could scream like he loves to do and oh the things that would happen when he screamed.

The man he’s holding is screaming. It’s not as good as Mikey’s Dimension-X screams, but he’s giving it his best.

Mikey is bored of it though, and tosses the man aside. The man skids across the floor, hitting the pile of boxes Mikey knocked over or maybe someone else had, earlier earlier earlier during the fight.

Not much of a fight, honestly. Mikey used to think these men were at least good for a work out. Now they’re all splayed out and quiet or quietly sobbing and god, so boring.

At least they’re good for itching the twitching in his skull! Mikey can appreciate that about them, even if they’re so pitiful, crying out and falling down and breaking breaking breaking so easily.

Mikey is jealous of Leo for getting to break the Shredder. Not fair not fair not fair- he wanted to do that, wanted to shred the Shredder and show him what it felt like to have a part of you so vital and needed and loved carved right out of your body.

Mikey misses his dad. Misses how stable everything felt with him around. His voice and presence and how he’d put a hand on Mikey’s head and everything would go quiet and he didn’t feel at all like he was sliding left-ways.

Mikey is left-ways. He’s upside-down. Mikey is smiling at Hun, who he chained up all nice like and tidy- look dad, I got something right!- and has been waiting so patiently for Mikey to be done with the others.

Hun was a bit tricky, but Mikey is just so much more tricky! Tricky tricky tricky like Donnie’s ticky ticky ticky-

Donnie has been so sad, so quiet these days locked in his lab and room. Mikey doesn’t like it. And Raph has been sullen and scared, scared of what he saw on that rooftop. Mikey liked it better when he was fearless. Leo has been scared too, of who he has to be now for all of them and he’s different for that fear of what’s to come. Mikey liked it better when being the leader was just a game.

He wants his brothers back just as much as he wants his father. Because they’re there but they’re gone gone gone too and he hates it.

Mikey lists to the right, skimming over the bright red puddle that reflects the warehouse lights so well, and skips over to Hun, humming a tune his dad used to sing when Mikey was too wired to sit still and just wanted to go play in the sewers with the rats and snap snap snap some things till he wasn’t bored anymore.

Mikey is bored. And sad. The upside-down is helping with those. Hun’s pale, scared face is helping with those.

“Please…” Hun says, begs, pleads pleads pleads to Mikey’s deaf ears. Just like all the other men had! Before Mikey had broken them like he wanted to break Shredder and the Shredder’s men and everyone else who wasn’t his family.

His brothers always say he never listens, and he guesses they’re right!

He hates listening to things he doesn’t like!

“You’re no fun,” Mikey says, bent over his knees and looking at Hun on the cold ground. “You gave Casey a hard time, why didn’t you give me one?”

Hun coughs, and Mikey hums sadly at how badly the man’s neck is bruised. Sometimes, Mikey gets a bit carried away. But that’s okay!

Mikey might be upside-down right now, but his dad taught him right! How to be right, even when he’s not right-side up! How not to kill things and people by accident!

Mikey’s laughter bubbles out of him, just like it has on and off all night and Hun makes a very funny sound at that.

His dad would be sooooo disappointed in him right now. Breaking and wrecking and being so mean without reason.

Too bad his dad is dead.

Mikey laughs, and laughs and laughs and laughs.

He’s smiling, and it hurts. Just a little.

Not as much as being home does, stuck not left-ways all the way or upside-down at all. Always right-ways always right-side up. Can’t be anything else around his brothers. His dad told him so.

“Be a good boy, Michelangelo. Treasure your brothers and their lives. Always love them, even when it’s hard.”

Mikey wishes his dad was here to say that, and not just Mikey whispering it under his breath.

Maybe being left-ways wouldn’t be so easy so fun if Mikey had reason to not be.

Hun is trying to drag himself away, and whoops- Mikey can’t have that!

“No no no noooooo…” Mikey says in a scolding tone. Like his dad would when he broke something he wasn’t supposed to. He stands up, and puts a foot on Hun’s back. Hun’s back has gashes and rips and lots of red that Mikey put there. Mikey thinks it looks better that way.

Mikey smiles down at Hun, who looks just so average without his glasses and perfect hair. Tsk tsk- how Casey ever had a rough time with this man, Mikey doesn’t know. He doesn’t care.

He doesn’t care he doesn’t care he doesn’t care he doesn’t care-

-twitch twitch twitch fidget fidget fidget-

“We’re not done yet!” Mikey says, cheerful and bright because this is fun! Fun like being at home isn’t and fun like training used to be.

Mikey is upside-down and all the way left-ways and he loves it and he hates it and-

-he wishes his dad was here to pull him back from it, because while it’s funny and bubbly and terribly wonderful like how so few things are-

-it’s lonely. And Mikey hates being lonely more than he hates being bored.

At least he’s not bored anymore! At least that!

Mikey laughs, and smiles, and enjoys being upside-down for however much longer it lasts.

He walks back into his home, that’s still silent still stuffy still empty and full and mixed with too much of everything-

And he doesn’t let any of that touch him, because he’s right-ways again!

Left is done it’s time for right instead. Just like his dad wanted him to be.

Mikey sees his brothers, counts their heads- one, two, three- and smiles at each one of them gathered around the television for a movie night. Donnie asks why he didn’t answer his phone, and Mikey remembers oh yeah, that sound I heard that wasn’t screaming.

Mikey’s chains are clean again, his hands are clean again, and he’s right-ways and right-side up and so he smiles at Donnie and says, “Whoops! Sorry about that, got busy with some stuff and I guess I forgot to turn it back on.”

That gets a round of shaken heads and fond scoffs, and Mikey is alright with those reactions. They’re good ones! The ones his dad wanted his brothers to give Mikey, and not the (fun) ones that other people have.

Mikey smiles and smiles and smiles and doesn’t say anything about slipping left-ways to his brothers.

He loves them, adores them, wants them to never see his left-ways upside-down self ever ever ever-

And he won’t let them.

“So what’re we watching?” Mikey asks, and smiles, and slides into place right next to all his brothers and doesn’t say anything about where he’s been or why his chains are so clean. He says nothing at all, and smiles smiles smiles instead.

Hun hadn’t liked his smiles much. Good thing that Hun will be busy in a hospital for a long while, and won’t have to see Mikey’s smiles anymore!

His brothers smile back at Mikey, soft and tired and sad, and Mikey gives them one that isn’t like the one he gave Hun, and instead the ones he only gives them.

His dad would be proud of this, at least. He has to be.

Mikey doesn’t know what else he can do, other than to smile smile smile…

Until he slides left-ways again, and then repeats the whole thing.

Next time though. Not now. Not with his brothers.

Never with his brothers.

Mikey smiles, and smiles, and smiles…

And stays right-ways, for his dad. For his brothers.

#my writing #second time posting it because the original got deleted #i was mostly asleep and someone distracted me and i mistook the original for a reblog #fuch #anyways #michelangelo #tw: violent thoughts #tw: gore #same as last time #Splinter #read at your own discretion #etc etc

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asksythe · 8 years ago

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FtGoG Snippet: That Other One (Part 2)

There’s a part 3. Didn’t mean to, but this snippet grew past what I intended for it. It’s basically the condensed core part of the Gaara snippet.

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He did not know when it started. Perhaps that first day, when he relented and allowed her to lead him under the shade of the garden. Perhaps later, when his violent encounter with the Kyuubi host made him realize that he too, had something he wanted to protect. Perhaps even later than that. He was 12, a child. He knew nothing of love except that he had suffered plenty at its hand. It took until he was 14, when one day his brother jokingly told him—“It would have been creepy or inappropriate if you didn’t look like a little squirt. As it is though, you just look like a particularly clingy five year old.” he laughed at the boy’s stunned face. “You follow her everywhere! Somebody should pay that poor woman for babysitting you almost every day.”—for him to realize something was up.

He was 14, not quite a child in the eyes of his people, but not yet a man either. He was a creature locked in between, stuck in a metamorphosis that would take years to complete, twisting and squirming in the skin it was trying to shed. He looked at her. She was 21 that year, a woman grown, lovely, resplendent, like the sun wrapped up in a shell of flesh, and all of the sudden, the creature stirred somewhere in the pit of his stomach, clawed its way up, wrapped itself around his heart, squeezed. A visceral something bloomed in his chest.

He tumbled, dazed and confused. He wanted… He didn’t know what he wanted. Just that he wanted it very, very badly.

Adolescence. A bewildering, mortifying, and sometimes painful thing to go through. Not even the ninja-born were spared this humiliation. But most ninja his age had help, had support, had structure and discipline to fall back on, had been primed for the budding of their adulthood, for their sexuality. The boy, on the other hand, knew of no such things. His murderous child self had barred him from a proper education on the topic. And so when the onset of his own adolescence came, he flailed and floundered, ill at ease in his own body, at a loss at what to do, how to deal with it all. It was as if overnight, he had grown bigger than his skin and his bones could accommodate, and now the seams were coming apart, the gangly limbs tangling over each other, and always it happened when she was around to set off weird sparks in his stomach.

One day, he realized that he wanted more of her, more of her presence, more of her voice, more of her attention, and her time. He did not know why he wanted this, just that he wanted it, and the wanting would not go away, would become an incessant niggling that only grew and grew over time if he attempted to ignore it. He had never been denied the things he wanted before, by dint of his strength and what he meant to the village, so even now, after all that had happened and how much he had changed, he saw no reasons to deny himself what he wanted.

His first few attempts were crude and clumsy. Brazenly and without asking for permission, he inserted himself into her days, into her work, into her routine. He went to her house in the morning, ate breakfast with her, walked with her to the plantations, stayed there by her side. He accompanied her to meetings with civilian and ninja representatives alike. He followed her to the schools and to scheduled gatherings with the children of Sand. If she felt any sort of irritation, she did not say it. Instead, despite the abruptness of his intrusions, she welcomed his presence with an easy smile, as she always did. Eventually, the frequency of his presence by her side garnered notice, until his sister took him aside for a quick chat.

“You know, Gaara,” she said, tone apologetic. “Your following Kagome around was cute when you were a little thing, but you’re a big boy now. You know how it looks right? It doesn’t look good. I mean… even Kankurou notices and you know he’s a dolt about things like these.”

He stared at her mulishly. Temari sighed, rubbed the back of her neck.

“You know you’re giving her trouble right?”

… What?

“You are. You keep following her around and usually that’s not a bad thing so long as you don’t neglect your own work. Added security and all, but part of her job requires meeting with civilians and such and… well… your reputation precedes you. The elder folk, they remember how you were like… before.”

… Oh…

“They are scared Gaara… of you. And when they are busy being scared of the Jinchuriki in the room, they are not paying attention to her or the proposals she needs to push through. And worse, word is getting around. People tend to be nervous when they know they are going to have to share an enclosed space with a Jinchuriki with… a history. She hasn’t said a thing yet, but Oren told me two satellite town representatives who dropped out of a scheduled meeting without a reason last week… and… well... she needed them there in the room with her.”

He stared at his sister in shock and mortification and not a small amount of irritation. He hadn’t realized, one part of him thought. So what if a few busybody civilians didn’t have the guts to stand in his presence? If they couldn’t deal with a mere ninja child, why then did they apply for citizenship in a ninja village in the first place? Thought the other part. But the idea of him making troubles for her, even unwittingly, was strangely uncomfortable, more so than the fact that apparently his mere presence was enough to send some paper-pusher civilians running. Finally, he muttered under his breath, “I’ll stop…”

His sister pat him on the back. “You’re a good boy, Gaara. One day, everybody will realize that, even those old codgers. But for now, if it’s friendly company you want, I know a couple chuunin who really want to talk to you. Said they owe their life to you. How about…”

He put the rest of her ramblings out of his ears. It wasn’t them he wanted. He wanted… the only one he wanted… The creature stirred, restless.

Nevertheless, he kept his word and kept his visits to a minimum. For a while he tried to bear the incessant niggling, tried to wait it out, see if it would stop, see if he could stop it. It didn’t. He couldn’t. It grew. It was a constant white noise in his head, an itch that slowly overtook him, gradually getting so bad he felt like grinding his teeth in frustration at times. He found himself thinking of her in the morning when he woke up, and in the night before he went to sleep. They still met, of course, but it wasn’t nearly enough. And once in awhile, he’d catch the derisive laughter of Shukaku at the back of his head, the sound of it suggesting the raccoon knew some secret that the boy himself wasn’t privy to. It was, in one word, maddening!

He lasted for two whole weeks before his frustration and his impotent anger started giving birth to errant thoughts. He was a ninja, born and bred. Rules were meant to be broken or bent completely out of shape by people like him—whichever way was more convenient. What sort of ninja would he be if he didn’t even attempt to exploit the obvious loopholes in Temari’s words? If he couldn’t be seen with her openly, then he just had to make sure that nobody saw him.

Subterfuge and illusions were not his forte, but that was not to say that he had no skill in the art. He was a more direct kind of shinobi, and didn’t usually bother with the roundabout ways to deal with problems, but he did know a little something. His ninjutsu were taught to him by his father, and among the many, many ways to kill and maim someone with sand and chakra, he was also taught a way to spy on someone from afar. A technique requiring both a genetic affinity for certain elements and precise control of chakra to create a third eye made of either gold dust or sand. The eye, when properly connected to the optic nerves, granted vision from a great distance. It would be like he was right by her side, even if his physical body sat on the other side of the village.

Obviously, the original technique itself was unfit for the task. Too obvious. The moment the eyeball appeared anywhere near her, he’d be busted, if not by the kunoichi around her, then by either his siblings or, if he was unlucky enough, his own father, the one who taught him the technique to begin with. But the underlying ninjutsu principle was exactly what he needed. It would require just a little bit of tweaking to be up to the task.

He spent a week modifying the Daisan no Me. He broke the shape of the eyeball, forcing it back into clumps of condensed sand. He didn’t need the enhanced 360 degree vision that came with that form. Then he made the sand disperse a little. Desert village or not, floating clumps of condensed sand would still send warning signals to any ninja with some skill to their name, let alone the kunoichi around her who had all been trained for the task. He experimented with the nerve connections. Taking her strangely potent sensory ability into mind, he dropped the chakra amount put into the technique until it became a thin thread barely held together by his will.

The result was a technique that would be no good for any sort of reconnaissance requirements. It retained the massive range, but it could only focus on a single close proximity target at a time and if he didn’t concentrate, then the visual quality transmitted through the link would be all but useless. Prolonged use also put a greater mental strain on him due to the focus required. In return however, it became an extension of himself. He could see and hear through it, and manipulate it to a greater extent. Its form had become a mist of dust particles, which was all but invisible unless the right light was put on it. And to top it off, the amount of chakra powering the entire thing was so faint it got lost in the ambient energy of the earth. It was a work of combined precision and his own inborn affinity for the desert element. Even his father, the creator of the original technique, would have trouble replicating something like this. Certainly his control of gold dust was impeccable, but the boy was born from the desert element itself. From the moment he exited his mother’s womb, he had been cradled in sand. The difference in affinity between father and son was significant.

He felt strangely pleased as he contemplated this. Rare were the times the son could claim he surpassed the father in just about any things.

After a few tests, he deemed the technique ready, then, selecting a day, he set about field-testing it for the first time. In a training session when she came by to check up on him, he tagged her with the locator end of the technique, and later on that day, when he was ensconced in the safety of his own room, activated the seals. It blinked to life with a thought, the vision, the sound, the scene.

It worked. It worked perfectly. Sitting on his bed with one hand on his eye and the other on his ear, the boy watched her in the company of her kunoichi bodyguards as they made way from work to home. Not a one of them noticed anything was out of place, not her, and not the sensor specialist assigned to her protection. Happiness born not from battle sparked through him. Excitement from having successfully circumvented the sister’s order. Pride at having created a technique that bested even the most adept of sensors, even if it was built on top of what his father gave him and was probably good for nothing else. He sat up a bit straighter, allowed himself a smile as his specter followed her in his place.

For the next several weeks, the boy knew contentment. He still prefered to physically be in her company, to claim her attention for himself, to have her speak to him, smile at him. But following her as a specter as she went about her day had its perks. He learned little things about her, things that he hadn’t noticed before or she simply hadn’t done in his presence. He learned that she apparently had a love for Oden of all things, and that during lunch time she would occasionally steal away to the nearest garden or plantation where she sat alone in silent contemplation. He often wondered what she thought about during those moments. Old memories perhaps, of that faraway homeland she would never see again, of friends and comrades she would never reunite with? Could she have left her own family behind? Left someone important behind? Could she be thinking of them, even now? The thought rankled him something deeply, for reasons he couldn’t quite grasp. The idea that someone somewhere inhabited a part of her mind even now…

But then he would immediately dispel such thoughts by sitting beside her in specter form. It didn’t matter if she used to have a home somewhere else. Suna was her home now. She was happy here, he was sure of it. And perhaps it was not memories of the past that occupied her mind, but plans for the future. He wondered if he were in those plans, in her thoughts, the same way she was in his. Like that, he wiled the days away at her side. Gentle mornings, lazy afternoons, breezy sundays under the shade of the orchards, where she read him a new story from the big book she had been working on. The god of happiness, a monk once told him, is in the little things. If that was true, then perhaps the boy was the happiest boy in Suna at that moment, for he had not one, not two, but a thousand little things with which to entrap said god, a thousand such moments when he could feel nothing but a quiet, sated sort of contentment, when everything was right in the world, and he was exactly where he needed to be.

But of course, like all good things, it had to end.

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TBC

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A/N: Two guesses as to what happens next.

Part 3 (and probably last) will come soon. It’s the whammy part, the most intense and gut punching part of the snippet. Arguably, also the part that requires the most nuanced writing and technical skill to pull off.

Funnily enough, part 2 is pretty fluffy compared to part 1 and part 3. Gaara is being a bit of a teenager (as befitting of his age and life experience) in this part, getting into troubles and rationalizing it away (I’m totally not gonna be busted by my siblings or my father!). I felt amused when I wrote that part of the snippet.

For people who feel like I’m just out to make Gaara suffer, well, please don’t be so upset. I’m not being mean to Gaara for no reason you know. As I said before, I always prioritize plot and characterization over everything else in the story. This may not look like it, but this is very much part of Gaara’s character arc in FtGoG. After part 3, I’m gonna do a mini post on canon Gaara characterization and the things I want to do with his characterization in FtGoG. All of this suffering has a point to it. I may be a sadist, but suffering with no cause and no context is just plain crude.

Also...

Joke Omake: What if Gaara were socially tone-deaf enough to just use the original Daisan no Me instead of tweaking it into a discreet specter form?

One fine morning in Sunagakure, an eyeball made out of sand appeared over Kagome’s shoulder and started following her around the village, prompting all sorts of reactions from villagers and ninja alike. On the other end of the village, a panicky Temari hunted down her little brother and yelled at him.

“I told you to stop following her already!”

“...I’m not following her.”

“Your eyeball is! That’s even worse!”

And that is the story of how Rasa was forced to finally talk to his youngest son about the birds and the bees and other related topics, thus traumatizing the both of them in the process.

#Ask Sythe #From the Garden of Gods #Excerpt

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tickletastic · 8 years ago

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4 Times Damian Lost Family Game Night, And One Time He Didn't

Title: 4 Times Damian Lost Family Game Night, And One Time He Didn’t

Rating: G/SFW

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1728

Fandom: Batman/Batfam

Ships: None

Characters: Dick Grayson, Tim Drake , Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown (maybe more)

Notes: I’ve actually been working on this for a while,,,,, so I hope it’s good!

Summary: Tim is extremely ticklish. Damian finding out is his downfall.

-1-

Every month the Waynes have their family game night. They realized early on, that they couldn’t play board games on this night. It just wasn’t an option. Things tended to get very physical very fast when they played competitive board games, so instead, they found other games.

This month they got into teams, and they had a Mario Kart tournament that lasted the entire night.

Today the teams were Tim, Jason, Steph, and Bruce, against Dick, Damian, and Cass. Damian and Dick had already been eliminated, as well as Bruce and Steph. So currently Cass was kicking Jason’s ass. It was kind of like a relay the way they played. Two people would start, one from each team, and whoever won got to stay on, whichever team went through all of their players first, were the losers. Cass was the only one team blue had left, and frankly, she was their best player.

After she got Jason out however, Tim was on. Tim, was by far, the best Mario Kart player in the house. He’s dedicated. As the round began, Tim had quickly passed Cas, and was almost close to lapping her on his 2nd lap.

Dick stuck his hands forward, a playful grin spreading on his face. He leaned a little into Tim from his position behind him, and began to poke Tim wherever he could reach.“Dihihihick thahahahahats cheheheating” Tim giggled, a death grip on his wii remote. He was trying to avoid the fingers, by scrunching up his various body parts, but he was surprisingly going steady. Dick stopped after a few more seconds, but Damian stared on. What was that? How did Dick get Tim to react like that? Eventually his thoughts were disrupted by Tim’s shouting. Their team had won, and Damian certainly didn’t like losing.

-2-

This month’s game in the Wayne house was hide and seek. Yes, it seemed pretty juvenile, but who doesn’t love a good game of hide and go seek?

It was in the last round, and Cas was it. She looked everywhere, but being trained assassins and ninjas, the Waynes proved to be pretty hard to find.

She walked into one of the libraries in the manor and pulled the secret book. It caused the bookshelf to open like a door, revealing one grimacing Damian.

“How did you find me first?” Damian asked angrily. This meant he would now have to help Cas find the rest of the clan.

As Damian walked deeper into the manner to search, he began to hear giggling. Giggling that closely resembled Tim’s from their last family game night. The closer Damian got to the secret room under the stairs, the louder the giggling got.

Once he opened the latch, it revealed a disheveled Tim getting tickled and prodded by Jason.“Found you.” Damian said in a monotonous voice.“But you still lost” Tim responded with a smirk.

-3-

The next family game night consisted of Twister. In a family full of ninja-trained athletes, Twister got pretty competitive. They had an extended mat so that the eight of them; Tim, Dick, Jason, Damian, Bruce, Steph, and Cas could all fit on it.

They were all in extremely awkward positions as Alfred read out the instructions on the spinner.

“Left foot green Mater Damian,” he spoke, watching as Damian tried to get his left foot over his right even though his hand were both on the mat.

Damian came down hard, toppling Cas, and Steph in the process.

“Damian! You’re such a dildo!” Steph yelled, pushing his shoulder.

“Steph,” Bruce said as a warning “Don’t call your brother a dildo.”

Damian, and Steph walked over to couch and sulked, and Cass sat down next to them (her usual ray-of-sunshine- self).

Quickly after that, Jason was out too, claiming that it’s harder to play twister in jeans. They watched as Dick, an acrobat, Tim, the best fighter of the Robins, and Bruce, the mentor of all of them, battled it out on the Twister mat.

The losers could see the players getting tenser as the time went on, especially Bruce who had trained both. As Bruce’s turns went on Damian noticed that his father would try to skim Tim’s sides every time he had to move a hand.

Eventually Bruce fell over, leaving Tim and Dick to battle it out. Bruce was mad that his kids had beat him at a game based on flexibility, but he went over to sulk with the rest of his kids.

“I was in the circus for most of my childhood Tim, I can do this with my eyes closed.” Dick taunted

At some point, just to show off, Dick did a bridge and held it, but he managed to align himself so that his face was in front of one of Tim’s sides. Tim’s shirt had ridden up from being in such an awkward position, and he giggled as Dick blew, almost losing balance.

“Dihihihik yohohohoure a cheheheahahater.” He giggled, using every ounce of his energy not to move away. Dick extended his bridge as much as he could, and his lips were basically touching Tim’s side. Dick began to blow raspberries on Tim’s side.

“NOHOHO!” Tim squealed, bucking his hips without his limbs leaving the spots. However, his hip bucking was enough to knock over the outstretched gymnast beside him.

Tim got out of the awkward position and began to cheer for his win, but not for very long. Because soon he was sprinting out the door running from an angry Dick.

-4-

May’s family game night wasn’t really a game, but more of a competition. Bruce, Dick, Damian, Tim, and Jason all headed to the batcave’s gym, towards the monkey bars. They were going to have a competition to see who could hang upside down the longest.

On the surface, this would appear to be easy for the bats, but they really weren’t used to hanging upside down. They move quickly, and never stay for too long, so this was a new challenge.

Jason decided not to take part, so he went from person to person and attempted to make everybody crack.

First, it was Bruce. Jason opened his mouth to speak and Bruce climbed down, sighing.

“I’m getting to old for this, I don’t even want to know what you were going to say.” Bruce spoke, walking out of the room.

Next was Damian, who was nearly as easy to knock as Bruce. Jason made ocean noises, reminding Damian how seasick he would get on water, and Jason could’ve sworn Damian turned green. He was off those monkey bars almost faster than the flash.

Damian used his inherited skill, and brooded while he watched Tim and Dick. Jason walked up to Dick and leaned really close to his ear, and simply whispered “The flying Graysons.”

“That was a low blow Jason, but I’m not gonna give up.”

“Fine. So be it…. Heyy Timmy,” Jason said, walking closer to Tim. Jason got a look in his eyes that scared Tim.

Tim’s hands were dangling above his head and Jason was ruthless, he knew what was coming. He felt fingers enter his armpits and he absolutely lost it.

“NOHOHO JAHAHASOHOHON NOHOHOHO!” Tim screamed, falling to the ground beneath him.

Dick won this competition, but Tim sure still beat Damian.

-5-

Tim was bored and it was hot. It was really, really hot, and he was really, really bored.

It was him, Damian, and Jason sitting in the game room of the mansion. He had already beat Dami in air hockey and Jason in Guitar Hero Live, and he didn’t know what else to do.

Suddenly he got an idea and turned on the television, throwing a Wii remote at Damian.

“You. Me. Mario kart.” He spoke, jokingly staring Damian down.

“It’s on Drake.” Damian replied, actually glaring at Tim (because ya know, he’s Damian).

They began the race, 800cc with Tim as Daisy and Damian as Donkey Kong. Tim was surpassing Damian by a whole lot, lapping him once, and almost twice.

As he began to gloat, finishing his 1st lap, he felt pokes to his side. They were small subtle fingers, testing the waters.Tim grit his teeth, quickly turning to look at Damian. “W-what are y-you doing D-Dami?” He questioned, attempting to finish the race.

“Hmmm… Just testing something out Drake,” Damian spoke, a mischievous grin on his face. Tim was going fine for half of the 2nd lap, until Damian kicked it up a notch. He tossed his controller at Jason, knowing that Jason was usually on his side, and began to dig harder into Tim’s sensitive sides.

“Dahahahamihihiahahan! Stahahap ihihit!” Tim tried to speak, his giggles getting louder.

“Try his neck Demon-Spawn,” Jason told Damian, attempting to finish the race (rainbow road is a real kicker).

“Jahahasohohon! Yohohou’rehehe ahahah traiahaTOHOHOR DAHAHMIHIHIAHAN STAHAHAP!” Tim squealed, trying to scrunch in his neck.

“His hips and armpits get him pretty badly too,” Jason continued.

“JAHAHASOHOHON IHIHIHIM GOHOHONNAHAHA KIHIHIHILL YOHOHOU!” Tim screamed, thrashing so hard he lost the death grip on his remote.

“I really never expected you do have such a silly weakness Drake.” Damian spoke, kind of enjoying torturing Tim.

At this point Damian was scratching at Tim’s neck and clawing at his hipbones, overwhelming the older boy. Tim was screaming and squealing, thrashing madly. Tim is really, really ticklish, and at this point he was going absolutely mad. For someone who never knew affection as a child, Damian was oddly good at this. Damian’s nimble fingers and knowledge of the human body’s nervous system were really driving Tim up the wall. He didn’t know how much more he could take.

Tim went into silent laughter just as the congratulatory music began to play. Damian hadn’t stopped tickling though.

“DAHAHAHAHAMIHIHIAHAHAN PLEHEHEHEASE! YOHOHOHOU WIHIHIHIN! YOHOHOHOU WIHIHIN!” Tim laughed out in agony. Damian didn’t stop until he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“You should stop now Damian, we don’t want to kill Tim,” Jason spoke, leaning in to whisper “trust me, i tried. Bruce wasn’t too happy.”

Damian finally got off of Tim, cheering because he had finally won something against the former Robin.

Tim really wanted to give him an ego check and remind him that Tim had won all the other times, but he was definitely not up for a round two.

#Damian Wayne #Tim Drake #Jason Todd #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #Dick Grayson #Batman #DC comics #DC #Tickle fic #Tickling #Ticklish!Tim #Batfam

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Boruto: Sacrifices [Remade] | Chap.17 - Tale of the Cousins

Written by: Eleanor-Devil & @mirage-05

'Come on, you numbskull. Are you just gonna stay here and sulk over it for all eternity?!' 'Sulk over?! You just killed all of our family and you say I'm sulking?!' 'Let me clear up one thing, I didn't, we did. Now man up a little and follow me if you don't want those tracker ninjas to hunt you down.' Hiraku's eyes opened to the blinding sunlight that was seeping through the prison bars. Sitting up on the bench and rubbing his eyes, it took a while for his thoughts to stop spinning. Why did he have such a dream right now...? ... Hearing a knock on his door, Naruto looked up as a jounin opened it. "Lord Seventh, Lord Raikage is asking for your audience." Hearing this, the blond got up on his feet. "Allow him in." In the next minute Darui came in, followed by a guard. The guard gave a respected bow to Naruto before retreating back out. The door closed behind him. The two kages looked at one another before Naruto finally indicated a seat. "Please, have a seat." As soon as he did, the Raikage didn't waste a moment to speak. "Naruto, this threat is serious. Especially considering what happened in Kirigakure too. We need to call for a Gokage meeting as soon as possible." Naruto nodded. "Yes, I'm planning that, too. Until this time, we didn't even know the Sound was planning something... and if they seek the assistance of rogue ninjas..." "They can be a threat for any village at any time." The Raikage completed. "Especially since considering... the fragile conditions some of the villages are in." He was silent for a minute. "What I don't understand is... why...? Why would the Sound make a move like this, when we haven't heard from them for so long?"

"There are still many details left in the shadows... But you know how the village was originally found by Orochimaru?" "One of those legendary sannins who turned mad and killed one of the previous Hokages? Yeah, I do remember the story..." "Well, after he was defeated, Otogakure was left in ruins. We didn't know what happened to those people afterwards... But apparently, from what we gathered, they wanted revenge on the one person who ruined their lives." Darui nodded. "What better way than to attack his former village and make it look like it was the sannin who did it?" "Indeed." Naruto stopped for a moment. "What about the rogues from Kumo? What is their story?" "Goro and Hiraku? They had become rogue ninjas long before I became Raikage, but they had caused an extremely disgusting crime that was well known in Kumo for a long time..." ... A small boy, possibly at the age of four or five, was running through a large, lush garden. He was visibly edgy, his eyes huge, panting... 'Stop it, Goro! My parents are coming, they are so not going to like it!' 'Ah, you are always worrying too much.' Some cracking noises accompanied the carefree voice. 'They are gonna be long gone before uncle or aunt reaches here.' Hiraku's widened eyes found the little fire protected by stones - Goro was a clever boy, even at his young age at seven. He wasn't the one to let the flames spread and draw even more attention to what he was doing. The carcasses of what looked like two bunnies, as a whole, were lying in the heart of the fire... ... Although as long as three decades had passed, he still couldn't forget the foul smell... And those barely noticeable, beady eyes... Seemingly looking up at him with sorrow and reproach, trying to ask him why, why were they subjected to such a torture...? And he never quite forgave himself for not speaking up, not telling his parents or anyone about this, for covering up with Goro, burying the bunnies, even when on the verge of throwing up... But that had always been his way... Always covering for his cousin's mistakes... no, that wasn't even the word. For his madness... ... "They were cousins." Darui continued after a sigh. "Not first-degree, but the families were very close..." "You talk like you knew them very well?" "Well... in a place like Kumo, you do know the families - especially big families like that. And I was especially interested in the rogue ninjas back then. I have knowledge to rival those of our hunter nins." Naruto nodded, this kind of devotion was something they both shared. "From what I gathered, Goro... he was a child psycho from the beginning. He loved to set things on fire and watch them burn - a pyromaniac, if you will. When he got bored of seeing things unmoving while he incinerated them, well..." The Raikage didn't complete his sentence, but the direction of his words and the somewhat queasy look on his face was enough. "But of course, that was interpreted as childhood mistakes... a passing thing... But that in itself was a mistake..." ... 'Come on... don't tell me you really believed that I would let go of you that easily after what you did?' The children that were put in the wooden hut looked terrified... The door and the windows were barred, with only a very small hole in the wood for them to look at the smirking face of Goro. 'We know jutsu too, y'know,' said one of the kids boldly. 'We will get out of here easily, and then you will...' Goro tsk tsked, clearly enjoying himself. 'Now now, none of that, or didn't you hear me earlier?' He brought his face closer to the hole. 'You are going to pay for telling on me, don't go making things even worse for yourself. And besides... Do you take me for a fool? Dig all you want under that soil, you will only reach rocks. And wood release is only a bloodline limit ability you suckers would never even dream of having, so...' He came to an abrupt stop as the kid directly behind the hole spat on his face. The blond drew back for a moment and for that split second, a disgusted expression took over his features, but he was quick to get rid of it. 'As I was saying,' he continued nonchalantly, as if nothing happened. 'You wouldn't only be hard-pressed to leave this rat-hole... But now that you managed to enrage me, I'm gonna make it ten times worse!' Spinning around quickly, a small bolt of lightning flew from Goro's hand, small but effective in getting through the hole, hitting the boy who spat at him right in the eye. Screaming in agony, the boy clasped his hands on his right eye and fell backwards, his friends immediately surrounding him. 'Any more smart mouthing?' the young psycho asked, grinning like a madman. His cousin, who had been frozen to his spot in terror, decided to rush forward then and held his arm, quite painfully. 'Goro, that's more than enough! You scared them, now let them go!' 'Let them go?' Goro barked out a laugh, rounding on Hiraku. 'After all these? So they can go and babble on us more? You must be stupid if you think I would even consider that, Hiraku.' 'Are you out of your mind?' his cousin yelled, a little... surprised that he was still questioning that. 'This is called murder!' 'Hmm?' Goro brought a finger under his chin in a fake thoughtful manner, his brows furrowed. 'Murder, huh...? I like the sound of it.' Finally having had enough, Hiraku drew out his sword with a low growl. True, Goro was older and stronger than him, but he wasn't going to just idly stand by! 'This is where this madness ends!' This earned him another laugh in the face. 'Oh come on... As if you can ever hope to beat me.' In response, his cousin only raised the sword higher. 'We will see about that.' And so they clashed, all the while the children in the hut were watching them in terror and expectation. The difference between their strength was indeed formidable, though, as the older cousin soon pushed Hiraku to the wooden wall of the hut, his kunai at his throat. 'You want to die with them so badly?' he pretty much spat in his face, earning himself a scoff. 'You won't kill me. I'm your only friend.' 'You want to push your luck, prick?' 'Try me.' 'Well... maybe I will.' With a mighty push, Goro made Hiraku slam into the wall, hard, and before he could do anything else, took out another kunai and threw the sharp objects at him. While being pinned to the wood, Hiraku managed at the last minute not to drop his sword. 'Have fun roasting, cousin.' Goro's voice held no mercy... no emotion at all... Hearing the crackling sound of fire, the younger's attention was immediately drawn to the hole, which wasn't too far away from where he was pinned. Indeed, flames had begun incinerating the wood... Snapping his head back to yell at his cousin, he was shocked to see that he was already gone. 'Help!' one of the boys called from the inside. 'Help us!' Trying to think clear... Hiraku did the one thing that made sense. 'Stand back!' he called to the children inside, and using some of his wind chakra, he raised the sword into the air. The next moment, the blade had embedded itself through the planks. Using all of the strength he could muster, Hiraku tried using the sword to remove the plank... ... Unconsciously, his hand went to his shoulder. It had been years... But the burn scar that the incident left was still there, a mark of his naivety and foolishness... Well, at least it had opened his eyes... even though for a while... ... "It was then that Hiraku finally snapped... The kids inside the hut barely got away with their lives, and that boy he hit in the eye with lightning... He had to quit his ninja life because of that." Naruto was silent for a moment. "I don't understand... How did he end up with him like this?" Darui himself waited for a moment, as if to gather his thoughts. "Well... that incident was shortly before the third world war... In which Hiraku experienced something that would forever leave a scar in his soul..." ... Hiraku was hiding behind a huge wall, using the reflectiveness of his kunai to check whether an enemy was approaching. His platoon wore a piece of white on their uniforms, from the chest area and up, and so they knew whenever someone approached without such a thing... it was more than likely an enemy. From across him, he watched as one of his platoon members raised the thumb of his left hand and drew a cross in the air with it, with one leg of the cross being shorter. Simple. Ally. Relaxing their positions a little, the group peeked behind where they were hidden at the man who was approaching them in a slow trod. That struck as weird to them... This was war... everyone was in a rush as a general rule... 'What is the position in the village?' their troop leader asked when the ninja came close enough. There was a moment of silence, which caused the leader to bark out his next order. 'Answer me, soldier!' The harsh tone of his voice had seemed to snap the man out of it. 'The whole village was destroyed, sir.' he said simply, holding up his posture. 'No signs of life remaining.' Only with the efficiency of years of training and wars with other countries, the group reacted to the news with stoic, almost mechanical expressions. 'Alright, here is how this is gonna work,' the leader finally said crisply. 'Hiraku, Ken'ichi, Juro, you go first and check out the houses. There might still be traps. We will scout the area and check for a safe route out of here.' Wordlessly, the three ninjas started marching forward. This was going to be quick, just in case the enemy had left them a parting gift. Shrouded in silence, their steps took them into the houses, where they were indeed met with grisly scenes. War was never easy on anyone, and this small village had the misfortune to stand in its destructive path. Just when he was about to exit the third house he had checked, a barely audible moan caught Hiraku's attention and he turned back... to see a feeble movement from the heap of bodies in the main hall. His heart skipped a beat. 'Captain! We have a survivor here!' Without waiting for a reply, he hurried over to the figure in front of him. His heart weighed even more when he saw it was... just a child... maybe not even older than ten... 'Please... help...' the child mumbled weakly, his head lolling from side to side. 'It's going to be alright, we are here to help you...' the young man said, trying to soothe the child. Just then, he heard the captain's voice outside. 'Hiraku! Report what's going on in there!' What procedures required him to do was to get up and walk out for a small briefing - but as soon as he tried to, a small hand clasped on his wrist. 'Please...' hearing the pleading voice, Hiraku turned to look back at the boy. 'Please... don't leave me...' 'It's going to be alright.' he repeated, trying to gulp down the knot in his throat. 'I'm not gonna be out for long, okay? I'll be right back...' 'No... please...' A tear rolled down the child's cheek. 'I'm so afraid...' 'It's over now. You are in safe hands, we won't let anything else happen to you.' Gently, he tried to pry his hand away from his arm. 'Don't leave me...' the child whispered again, and it was the hardest few seconds for him to take the few steps to the door. Once he was out, he was immediately approached by their captain. 'Soldier, wha...' Before he could complete his sentence, there was a huge explosion coming from inside the house, shaking the whole ground and breaking the windows, causing them to drop down to the ground... ... "Turns out that it was indeed a trap," Darui said, his voice grim. "That child was put under a strong genjutsu... it was set to trigger a bomb that was placed underneath his body thirty seconds after he gained consciousness..." The Hokage opened his mouth as if to say something... but there were really no words. The world in which they lived was cruel, no matter how they tried their very best to make it safer for the younger. War conditions or not... a child's death was nothing to be normalized, nothing to get used to... Darui was looking at him carefully, apparently measuring his next words. "He blamed himself after it... a lot. From what I gathered from the people that were close to him back then... when he returned after the war ended, he didn't want to leave behind any regrets... And that's why he paid Goro what he thought was a last visit." ... 'I must warn you,' the guardian was saying as Hiraku walked beside him in steady steps. 'He is... not in his right mind. Ask me, he's losing it.' There was a momentary pause. 'Not that he doesn't deserve it.' The blond chose to remain in silence as he moved, trying to focus his thoughts on one thing and one thing only, to not lose his control... This was just temporary... it wasn't like he was going to see Goro anymore after this. This was just final. The heavy metal door squeaked open in front of them. Before he could raise his head, though... a weak voice made him stop in his tracks. 'Hiraku...?' It wasn't just the fact that his cousin, the one who had tried to kill him just a few years ago, was addressing him... His voice, his tone... was nothing like how it was supposed to be... It wasn't the strong, sneering, cocky tone which taunted him in front of the burning hut... It was as if that of a child, cornered, frightened, quivering... Finally he raised his head to look at him, and almost flinched at what he saw. His physique didn't betray his voice. It was as if the older man was melting on the spot... His whole image was sunken, hunched onto the table in front of him, he looked extremely thin, his clothes were dangling from his body, and his face... was probably the worst of it all... It resembled more of a skull than a human face, and when their eyes met, Hiraku saw that there was no semblance of life in them. The guardian looked sideways at him, and he only then realized that he didn't even move an inch. 'We will wait right here, within some distance-' 'Can...' Hiraku was surprised to hear that his voice came out in a whisper, almost as weak as his cousin's. 'Can you just leave us alone for a moment?' 'You do realize...' 'I do.' he said curtly. 'I take full responsibility.' The guard half-shrugged before walking out of the room and closing the door behind him. Goro was twirling his fingers, counting beats of a song silently as Hiraku lowered himself down to the chair across him. He immediately lunged forward, as if to grab onto Hiraku's hands, but the younger man quickly jerked back, which caused Goro to slump his shoulders. 'I should've known,' he mumbled, his gaze on the metal table. 'Not even mama wanted to see me... I'm surprised you did... It's been ages...' The almost... too casual way he suddenly adopted in speaking rekindled the flame of hate and resentment inside him, and the younger's eyes took on a steely look. 'What were you expecting?' he nearly spat out between his teeth. 'That I would come running to you and we would be best friends again?!' 'No! No, no...' he kept mumbling to himself, he really seemed to be on the edge of it... 'I'm gonna make this very short.' Hiraku said, mainly keeping his calm. 'I just wanted to see how you were doing...' 'How I am doing...?' his cousin snorted out a short laugh, nodding absent-mindedly, once, twice... 'Dunno, cousin, you tell me... How do I look?' He watched his shaking hands for a while before answering. 'Terrible. Forgive me for not having sympathy.' 'I have my redemption!' Goro cried out, about ready to jump up from his chair again, and from the corner of his eyes, Hiraku saw the guard inching closer to the glass of the room. 'I know what I did was wrong and by God I swear, I have my redemption!' 'This is not for you to decide.' the younger was still an image of stoicism. 'You don't understand! They're killing me here!' 'I don't see how.' 'No, no... it's driving me insane... it's been so long since I talked to another person...' He grabbed his head with his hands, swaying from side to side. 'I'd rather die than live like this for another half-decade...' A moan was beginning to build in his throat, and the shaking got even worse. 'Please... I just can't... Please don't leave me...' Hearing that last phrase, Hiraku was frozen to his spot. 'W... what did you just say...?' 'Don't leave me here!' His voice had risen, as well as himself... on his feet. Hiraku stumbled backwards, causing the chair to fall back. His cousin was in front of him in a second, kneeling, and managed to grab hold of his hands this time. He was too shocked to pull back. 'Please... I'm gonna die here...! Take me with you, don't leave me!' He had started sobbing by the time the doors were opened and no less than three guards stormed in. Hiraku was short of breath as they dragged a still very distraught Goro away from him. Was... it really possible? Was Goro really gonna die here...? Yeah, he hated him, but not as much as to... wish him to die... But this was a secure place, and surely, no matter how the guards might hate him, they wouldn't let him die... Would they...? The guard who brought him here in the first place knelt in front of him. 'Sir, it might be better for you to leave now.' Not being able to talk, Hiraku conceded to just nod. ... That... had been the worst mistake of his life. He took full responsibility... Not even a month after that, he had pledged to the authorities for the release of his cousin, who had already been in that damned institution for five years, assuming full responsibility for his actions. He had believed, even when there was so little evidence of it, that Goro could change... Turning back to look at it now, it seemed easier to believe that he was just biding his time, playing nice... His parents had argued with him, calling him naive, his father had even gone so far as to claim he couldn't come back to their house if Goro was let out. How he wished he had listened to him back then... he would still have them... His family was the first who Goro took his anger on... ... He was running. Or rather, it would be more accurate to say, he was trying to make his way through the burning house, the debris, falling pieces of the roof... 'Mom!' Hiraku cried out loud, his voice hoarse with the smoke. He coughed once. 'Dad!' A moan came from one of the rooms. The blond rushed over there and kicked the door open. There he was... His father was lying on the floor, face down, sooth covering all of his body. His movements were weak, and it hurt him not to know for how long he had been there, suffering, suffocating... He immediately knelt beside him, putting a hand on his shoulder. A stickiness on it caught his attention, and he gasped when he turned it over to see blood. 'Dad!' The old man turned his head sideways and when he caught a glance of him, he flinched, trying to pull himself away. 'Stay away from me!' These words, this behavior cut wounds in Hiraku deeper than anything ever could. He tried to support his father, to pull him off the ground, but even in his older and weaker state, his old man was putting up a very good fight. 'Come on... we gotta get out of here...' 'No... I'm not coming anywhere with you...' The younger stopped altogether, froze, to just gape at him. 'Dad, this is no time.' 'Don't call me dad,' the man said, steel in his raspy voice. 'I'm no dad of a coward, a naive fool. I'd rather die right here with my honor still intact.' 'Dad, please, we can talk about this when we're safely out of here...' 'There is no tomorrow for me anymore. Your mom has already departed.' With a huge shove, the old man managed to hurl Hiraku off himself. 'Go. Go and live like the coward you are.' Fire rumbled around them, destroying everything in its path, reflecting the wreckage that was the younger man's heart. ... 'What... What have you done...? Why...?' 'My masterpiece. Now no one stands in my way...' 'You... you are demented...!' 'Come on, you numbskull. Are you just gonna stay here and sulk over it for all eternity?' 'Sulk over?! You just killed all of our family and you say I'm sulking?!' 'Let me clear up one thing, I didn't, we did. Now man up a little and follow me if you don't want those tracker ninjas to hunt you down.' ... "Dinner time!" Hearing the clanking on the prison bars, Hiraku barely spared a glance at the guard. "I'm not hungry." "I don't give a damn about you being hungry, you can starve to death for all I care. But it's gonna be a long trip to Kumo and I doubt if Lord Raikage would want you to kick the bucket before you reach there." This caught the man's attention. "Lord Raikage is here?" The guard seized him up and down, discontent in his eyes. "I don't imagine why he himself would come for the likes of you, but apparently, yes." In the cell next to him, Takeru sprung to his feet, clinging to the bars. "What about me?!" As the ninja turned to him, the dislike in his eyes turned to open hostility. "You can enjoy your time rotting in here, since you have no legal village to take you back." His tone made it clear that he was hoping for something much worse than rotting in a cell would befall him. He showed the meal tray from under the bars. "If I were you, I would only be grateful that the kid is still fighting for his life." Hiraku's heart skipped a beat as he himself took a step towards the bars. "He is...?" The guard didn't say anything, but looked over him for a second before turning back to leave. Relaxed, Hiraku slumped and a small smile lifted the corners of his lips. At least something good came his way today... ... It was a serene night at the hospital. The staff was just quietly minding their own business, nurses going in and coming out of the rooms, checking on the patients. Sakura herself was about to complete her examination on Mitsuki. There were no changes in the boy's state... granted, given the grave wounds, it was no wonder. Looking at him, her mind couldn't help but drift back to Boruto and Sarada, how hard it had been to take them out just yesterday... Hearing a knock on the door, she turned to it as it slid open. "Na..." when she saw he wasn't alone, she immediately snapped back to formal mode and bowed slightly, surprised to see the second presence. "Lord Hokage... Lord Raikage..." Both men nodded in silence. There were no words for a while as Sakura finally finished the examination on the young boy. The two men heard her sigh, though that hadn't been what she wanted. "Any changes, Sakura...?" Naruto seemed hesitant to ask, as if fearing the answer. The pink haired woman shook her head and couldn't help but caress the boy's soft blue hair. "No changes... but then again, those were very severe wounds. He needs time to heal." she turned to them and bowed again. "Excuse me, I must go." The two men nodded again and she left the room. "This..." Darui started after a while. "This was the boy that defeated Toroi back in the exams." he couldn't help but chuckle at the memory. Naruto felt a small smile forming on his face, although it was fleeting. "Toroi... that big boy with a huge shuriken on his back? Then yeah... he was Mitsuki's opponent." "I remember thinking he has to be a strong one back then." There was amusement in the Raikage's voice before it turned serious again. "But this..." Naruto closed his eyes for a moment, painfully... "It almost came at a very high prize..." "Don't lose your heart, Naruto." The copper skinned man took a couple of steps forward, approaching the bed. "Goro... he is a beast not even some of the jounins can stand up. For a genin to face him all by himself and survive..." A fond look came into his eyes. "My bets are that he is going to be fine... in time. You will see." Naruto sighed, his hopes weren't that high... he didn't dare... but he knew he had to stay strong... for his son... and for everyone that believed in him and in this boy... "I hope so..." To the Raikage, it was all too clear, how his friend was suffering... Hearing the entire story from him, it wasn't hard for him to relate... It was always saddening to lose even experienced jounins on a mission... but a genin... a child this young... "Hang in there, Mitsuki." he said softly, looking at the boy's face. "We are all rooting for you." And with that, he turned back to face his friend. "I believe it's time for us to leave."

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