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historias-multorum​:

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Listening to her, it only deepened the rabbit hole further and further. “That is- quite the situation you are in…” What more was there to say? “I don’t know how I can be of help but I guess I could try and help you out.” Not like he was doing anything else anymore these days.

Hearing he would help her, she cheered. “Yay! Okay, so the list of things I need help with are finding my real parents, figuring out who was pretending to be my mother, and getting some shoes.” Her head went to the side. “Can you help with any of that?”

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historias-multorum​:

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“You are an odd one aren’t you.” He commented. Still, not many women willingly come to him like this so there was a sense of courage… Or maybe she was just feeling bold. Either way, it’s at least admirable to some degree. 

“This, is Yumegakure, the central and largest village of the Dreams Country.” He answered. “I don’t know how lost you are given you found yourself all the way here. What were you doing?”

Kushami chuckled, a little awkwardly. “Sorry, I--I’m not used to a lot of people, if I’m being honest,” she said, giving a little shrug. “My mother--who is not my mother--locked me up in a tower for my entire life. That sort of goes to your question! I escaped, and I’ve been running to try to get away from the man who killed her and is trying to kidnap me--I think. That’s how I ended up here.” All of this was said very quickly, and she took a deep breath. “I don’t suppose you could help me, could you?”

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historias-multorum​:

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Most tend to keep their distance from Madara for the obvious reason: He was intimidating. Only those who can break through that can find out how down-to-earth he really is. In the meantime he used his intimidation to his advantage to avoid pointless conversations. 

With this young woman, it was her curiosity that brought her to him for whatever reason. “Is it now…” He greeted. “I’m not sure if that’s meant to be a compliment or merely an obvious observation.”

“I suppose that’s for you decide though, in the meantime my name is Madara. Uchiha Madara.”

Maybe that had been an odd thing for Kushami to say. If she were honest with herself... which she usually was, no point in not being honest--she hadn’t really conversed with anyone at length besides an akuma pretending to be her mother, so... her social skills were not the greatest.

“Oh! it’s a compliment!” she said cheerfully. “Uniqueness is a good trait.” A nod there. “Nice to meet you, Madara.” She clasped her hands in front of her. “Uh, so. Now that we’ve introduced ourselves... would you mind telling me where we are? I’ve been running for a while and I’m kind of lost...” Swaying back and forth slightly, she grimaced, knowing it was, again, an odd thing to say.

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    Sometimes it was like she could feel the presence of people, though she wasn’t exactly sure how or why. Either way, she could sense someone around. It was like a strong power, and so she followed it, because why not? It wasn’t like she had anything else to do, wandering around foraging for herself in the woods. She snuck quietly, coming upon a man with a whole head of hair. Not like hers, but still--impressive!

     “Your hair--it’s unique like mine!” was what she blurted out. Completely normal thing to say, Kushami. She coughed awkwardly. “Uh--I’m Kushami. Nice to meet you.” // @historias-multorum​

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dokuhebi‌:

Kushami @tangledkunoichi​

They can not help but grow weary after every passing moment, that for a minute, they wish to change their mind and keep her here where she is safe. Chastising themself that this is a foolish act of love - and if they made a mistake, ‘love’ itself would not be a valid excuse for carelessness. There is more at stake than just their eternal youth elixir after all, no matter the circumstances of how they ‘obtained’ her - an illicit and heinous crime all in all, she was their daughter. And that thought perhaps haunts their subconscious too - would she still consider them her family if she found out the truth? That they weren’t her actual mother at all, but the one who saw an opportunity to swap places with her biological parent and claim the role. Selfish, cruel, an act truly revolting. To have stolen a child from one of their closest friends no less… there were lows even they didn’t think they would reach. Yet here they are. Feigning to have been her true parent while the real one mourns the loss of her baby.  “You might be outnumbered, sometimes attacking and getting the first strike is your only course of ensuring victory. Fight carefully, as I have taught you, hesitating can cost you dearly,” they say. The look of doubt in her eyes is noticed, as they lightly caress her cheek with pale and slender digits, and meet her gaze steadily, “we have no allies or friends in these parts. I assure you that if we meet someone, it will be on unfriendly terms. Killing is how we ensure our own survival, and if you don’t strike to kill, then you have made an enemy who can live to counterattack. Sometimes, offense is the best defense.”

Unaware of her train of thought, they take her agreement as final. Believing she will use those poisonous weapons if she says she will, ignorant to the fact she had decided to favor the less lethal ones presented. They are equally as pleased she has no intention of straying from them, the closer she was, the safer.  “Yes dear, get ready,” they say, allowing her to claim her clothing back and change. When she is done, and they have listed the do’s and don’t’s, reminding her of what they taught her regarding poisonous and venomous flora and fauna alike, what sounds to be cautious of, basic survival in case (heaven forbid) she did get lost, they stand patiently by the door. Convincing themself at last to push it open so she could descend the long stairs with them. They step out her way once outside, to let her run a little ahead if she so wished. Curiously watching to see what her behaviour was once freedom was acquired, “I will follow where you walk,” they say, allowing her to be guided by her own curiosity.

Totally oblivious to the thoughts swirling in Orochimaru’s mind, Kushami’s only worries centered around whether or not she would strike first, and whether or not it was moral to do so. Her eyes slightly downcast as she considered, her gaze lifted when she felt their fingertips on her cheek, a slight frown on her face, truly puzzled by her moral predicament. She hadn’t faced one before--literally--in her entire life.

But Mother presented a valid argument. She could be outnumbered. It could be her only opportunity to defend herself. And she recognized how tricky it was, because her own mind was spinning at making a decision. If she didn’t attack, then she could be hurt. If she did attack but didn’t kill, she would only make them mad and then they would really try to kill her -- but with a vengeance. And Mother said no one was friendly. “Mother,” she said, curiously. “Why is everyone unfriendly? In my books--people don’t seem naturally evil. And we’re not naturally bad. So why is everyone else?” It was something she truly puzzled over. Orochimaru would not lie to her, but all the same, Kushami reallly did not understand.

Nevertheless, she changed quickly, curious and excited to leave her tower--listening to all Mother’s instructions and guidelines and directions. There was a lot of information to take in. But then finally, jumping up and down, Mother opened the door to the stairway she had never went down before.

Kushami let out an excited eep! and darted down the stairs, her hair bouncing along behind her. She stopped once she reached the door to the outdoors, bouncing along on the balls of her feet and looking back at her at Mother, eyes shining with excitement. When the door was opened, she took a deep breath. Well, the air felt a little different down here (but that was probably her imagination). And then she ventured one footstep out, and her foot sank into the grass. Another eep! was uttered. And she walked, sinking footsteps, an odd sort of intentional walk as if through snow, through the grass, heading straight towards some flowers.

When she reached them, she lifted her hand towards the petals and stroked the petals. “Ooooh! They’re soft, Mother!” And then she would dart off to a tree, and touch the bark, before shrieking. “Ants!” and brushing them off quickly.

Next was the creek, which she crept up to slowly, then crouched down and just stared at. After a while she picked up a stick, stared at that, and then began poking things in the creek with the stick. Just exploring.

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dokuhebi‌:

Kushami @tangledkunoichi​

For the longest time, the serpent had decided that the less she knew, the better. The less exposure, the easier she was to manipulate, the simpler it would be to keep her locked away for their own gain. Where eternal youth was theirs to profit from alone, as they worked to try and understand precisely how her gifts lent themselves to human preservation. They are yet to solve that mystery, but eighteen years, having seen her from an infant to a young woman, having her look to them like her mother… and even they had started to form a bond. That they had eventually even tricked themself in to somewhat believing their own story, at least in the sense they considered her their daughter. Regardless of blood ties. They watch the surprise on her features, still second guessing themself. The logical move would be to leave her trapped here forever, it is giving in to that fickle organ, their heart, that has them deciding she deserves to see the world. To fulfill the most basic of human desire. They know few can top them in a battle, but that doesn’t mean they can ensure her safety. Accidents happen - nature is cruel. They have witnessed many mothers and fathers cling to the dying bodies of their children. The serpent isn’t fooled in to thinking they will be the exception. And then comes her question, my what an innocent question. That of all her inquisitive thinking, she needs to know about footwear. They nod, slipping from the windowsill to cross the distance between them. “You must wear shoes, yes, as well as your cloak,” they say, drawing from their own cloak a pouch, which they offer to the girl, “there are two compartments in that pouch dear, to the left are blades, to the right are poison coated ones. Do not be afraid to use them, even before you have determined whether or not someone is a threat.” They move to her wardrobe, where they scan for what they think is adequate attire, seeking something that would shield her properly from the elements. No matter how sunny the day was, they were in the heart of a large forest, and the less humans were around, the more natural predators had the ability to flourish. Not that shinobi didn’t make the mistake of crossing too close to the serpents home with her, there was always that worry too. They start to drape what they select over the back of a chair. “We will have rules, you’re not to leave my side, to start with,” they say, coming to her and guiding a long strand of golden hair from her face, holding it back a moment as they consider how best to try gather the long locks to keep them from being too big of a nuisance, “no matter what, if I can not see and reach you, you have wandered too far. I want you to promise to stay close.”

      “Oh, yes, my cloak!” Kushami had almost forgotten it was there. Almost--and the only reason she had not forgotten was that in her boredom she liked to sort and resort her wardrobe, and had seen the cloak and often wondered why she would need such a thing, if she was never to go outside. When they had given it to her, it had brought hope that should could venture outside someday, but years had passed and that hope had not come to fruition... until today. Her feet pattered forward to meet them midway to the windowsill, taking from their hands the heavy pouch.

      Eyes went wide at the instructions. “You want me to attack before I know if they’re just... passing through?” she asked. Though she knew she was always in danger, and had no knowledge of the real world, the books and her own instinct told her that, perhaps, not all people would attack her on sight, or even wanted to (but only because they wouldn’t know who she was). Would it be fair to attack first? She had no idea, her concept of morals often tended to differ from Mother’s, the few times morality came up. 

     Peering into the pouch, Kushami saw the blades shining and resolved, perhaps, to listen to Mother’s instructions, but not go for lethal areas, and not to use the poisoned blades unless someone actually attacked her. Yes. That would be good. “I’ll do it if you want me to, though,” she said after a moment, uncertain in tone.

     Padding after Orochimaru into her bedroom, she saw them going through her wardrobe and waited, pleased to see the color-coordinated, itemized clothes all organized and easy to locate. Certain objects were pulled out, apparently going outside required more than just wearing a cloak and shoes. She watched as some clothes were set on the chair, and picked them up, examining them.

     Blue eyes focused on them as they lift a strand of hair and talked of rules, which Kushami expected. “Of course, Mother,” she said. “I understand, it’s for my safety.” A little shudder, and, “I don’t think I’d want to leave your side anyway.” She grinned sheepishly at them.

    “Should I get dressed then?” she asked, lifting up the pants in her hands. 

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dokuhebi‌:

Kushami // plotted starter @tangledkunoichi​

Sunlight trickles over the windowsill and lounges across the floorboards, reaching just short of the main room. The serpent awaits her, seated in the open frame overlooking the forest below, green trees almost dwarfed by the height of the window they sit. Trees she had never managed to touch. And what was the point of this existence… if not to be consumed by every inch of this world. They have kept her locked up since the moment she opened her eyes, since the moment a decision - shortsighted and passion fueled - had them snatching the infant from her mother. Taking the role themself instead, and raising her as their own.  Unique abilities such as hers were never seen in shinobi history, eternal youth that could be used for their own, it had been too tempting for the viper to resist. But now she’s almost an adult, and they can see that the stimulation they can provide within these walls is limited at best. She will not be satisfied with the ninjutsu they taught her, she will not be satisfied with the books they offer, nor the research and activities they provide. It is not enough.

The chance of her falling in to the wrong hands (a great irony to think, perhaps, from someone who stole her),  was simply too high. The thought she may be killed, just like young Nawaki, a stifling possibility. She was safer here, locked away. But how many times had they watched their experiments, imprisoned in their labyrinth home, kill themselves to escape captivity? What if she idly wandered across to this very windowsill, and decided jumping was her only chance at tasting freedom? They hear her footsteps, alerting them to the fact she has woken up. The cloak draped around their figure tails behind them and tumbles off the half wall to the floor, with the hood falling back to uncover their face. They offer the girl a light smile - their daughter as they have grown to consider her. And having left out the small detail that they had stolen her from her actual mother, so too does she see them as her only family. Her real, biological one. A well devised lie she has never questioned, at least to their face. And maybe that is why they finally feel it safe to take the brave step outside with her, that they think she will never run now, that the child is as attached to them as they are her. “Get dressed dear,” they tell the young woman calmly, as they look back down to the forest surrounding the area, “today, I want to show you the world beyond this window.”

Mouth open wide in a yawn, Kushami stretched as she sat up in bed, carefree of any worries besides wondering what she was going to do today, hoping she wouldn’t be too bored. After spending the past eighteen years--her entire life--stuck in a tower, she was beginning to get tired of doing the same thing day after day. Well, she was already tired of it, if she were honest with herself. 

Mother always brought her books and paints, taught her ninjutsu, and kept her well fed. So she knew she shouldn’t be complaining. They told her that the world was dangerous, would want to abuse her gifts, of being able to heal with her hair, make people younger with it, just by focusing her chakra into her hair. That was a gift, but also something that put her in danger from people trying to steal her.

But still, Kushami knew that because of what Mother had taught her, she was powerful. Wasn’t she? Or were other people really that much more powerful? She had no idea, because she hadn’t met literally anyone else except Orochimaru. 

And while Mother looked very different from her, she hadn’t seen another face in her life, and had no comparison to show her that families... tended to look similar to each other. And so she had no way of knowing that Mother... was not her mother. That if Mother was her mother, she would have inherited that silky black hair at least. Dominant genes and all that.

Blissfully unaware, Kushami hopped out of bed and trotted over to the main room, where she found Orochimaru waiting. And then she heard the news!

“Wait, what? Really?” Hands clasped together, Kushami leapt into the air, gasped, and then threw herself into their arms. “Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!” A shrill shriek of excitement, and she let go and dashed off to grab... She paused, turning on her heels. “Mother, do I need shoes?” Eyes wide with wonder.

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Starter / plotting call! :) 

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ketsuekki‌:

Empathy — it was not often it struck Minami, but grief was a weight that had made its home in her chest for years, perhaps even her whole life (beginning at her birth, the burial of her would-be-self). No matter how rippled or small the reflection she saw in Kushami, it was a reflection nonetheless… Fucking disgusting.

“It feels like shit, doesn’t it, girl? Like you’re rotting… Ah, try killing to feel better!!”

      Turning to the other, Kushami was about to agree, a heavy sigh leaving her. She wasn’t one to curse aloud, didn’t even quite know how to use those words let along actually put them into practice. But it seemed fitting. Then Minami suggested, uh, killing? 

      Head going to the side, a slight grimace covered by a smile, Kushami said after a second’s pause: “Yeah... it does feel like rotting. I--don’t really know how to kill, though. Only know three jutsus.”

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dobujutsu-a‌:

The look Kushami gave her made her heart skip a bit and a rush of warmth to her cheeks. Her shoulders hunched a bit as she stared at the other kunoichi. When her hands were released, she lifted one to rest over her heart, feeling like it was about to beat right out of her chest. To hear that Kushami had a high opinion of Tazz was reassuring, but she didn’t like hearing the other put herself down in turn. With a frown, Tazz reached towards Kushami and cupped her cheek gently, “Don’t say that.. You’re invaluable. You’re a bright and cheerful person and nothing could reach your worth.”

       Feeling the other woman’s hand on her cheek, those cheeks felt a rush of heat come to them, Kushami blushing. At the compliment--which was more like a truly flattering assessment of her character--Kushami’s gaze softened, and she looked up at Tazz, a little guiltily. “Now I really want to kiss you,” she said with a little laugh. // @dobujutsu​

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      “This grief... has a gravity... it pulls me down.”

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dobujutsu‌:

Wait, Kushami actually took her seriously? She just stared at the blonde when she took her hands, her head bobbing to watch her jump. She wasn’t sure why she was so caught off guard. In a way, it was her own fault. She cleared her throat and averted her gaze to the side, “Are, uh.. Are you sure? It is fun, but kissing is supposed to be something you do with a lover…” She pursed her lips and shifted a bit, “I wouldn’t want you to waste something so precious as a first kiss with someone like me..”

     Kushami looked at her up through her eyelashes, doe-eyed and with a small pout on her lips. “Tazz, I don’t have a lover,” she said slowly, “I don’t even know the first thing about love.” Her expression changed, and she frowned, almost defensive. “And don’t say someone like you--that’s--” A quick shake of her head; she couldn’t comprehend it. “You’re so cool! Compared to you, I’m just...” She dropped the other’s hands, her own palms facing upwards in a sign of surrender. “I couldn’t even tell a human from an akuma. A mother from an enemy. I’m not worth anything.”

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Rapunzel reading a book (after John William Waterhouse's The Missal painting)

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dobujutsu‌:

@tangledkunoichi​ said: ❝ i’ve never been in a relationship before, so i don’t really know how to do the whole…kissing thing. ❞ | touch-starved starters!! | ACCEPTING!

“Is that so?” It wasn’t exactly surprising to hear that. If anything, it was rather cute. That innocence was endearing to Tazz, though she can’t help but try to tease, “If that’s the case, maybe I could teach you?”

She paused for a moment before laughing softly, waving her hand dismissively, “That’d be too bold of me, huh?” Though there had been some seriousness in her tone.

Unfortunately (or fortunately) for Tazz (depending on how you looked at it), Kushami wasn’t exactly the best at subtleties. Upon hearing that kissing was a teachable skill, Kushami jumped up, taking the other woman’s hands in hers. “You’d teach me?” she exclaimed happily. “No, that’s not too bold! That’s great! I want to learn everything I can! Besides, they say kissing is fun, yeah?” She grinned a little, looking away shyly, drawing circles with her shoe in the dirt.

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dobujutsu‌:

@tangledkunoichi​ said: bandage  !! (but like… with her hair) | nonverbal starters | ACCEPTING!

bandage: patch them up when they get hurt.

Getting injured was to be expected in the shinobi world, so Tazz hadn’t paid much mind to the slash on her forearm. She was taken by surprise, however, when she felt something wrapping around her arm. Turning her head, she blinked in slight shock at seeing the golden hair covering her wound and she then looked at the kunoichi responsible.

She held her hand up and was about to pull her arm away, not wanting to get the other’s hair bloody, but she stopped when she realized that she was being healed. Her protest quickly died on her lips as her eye widened in surprise, her expression becoming on of wonder and awe, “Whoa…”

Once the wound was healed, Tazz gave the kunoichi a bright smile, “That was cool! Thank you.”

Okay, so maybe it wasn’t the most normal thing in the world to wrap your hair around the stranger next to you, but Kushami was not what the world would consider normal. She saw an injured person, she healed an injured person. Unwrapping her now bloody hair from this woman’s arm, and not minding one bit (she had gotten her hair bloody a million times herself), Kushami beamed at the other, happy to have helped.

“Of course! I know you weren’t really... doing anything about it...” She laughed a little, grinning. “But it looked like it hurt, and healing’s easy for me, so...” A little shrug there, and she brushed her long blonde hair back past her shoulders, mistakenly getting blood on her shirt. “Oops,” she said, then waved a hand. There were other blood stains there, too, if she were honest with herself. “Hey! I’m Kushami!” she said, giving a little bow. 

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snakesfang‌:

☾ KUSHAMI.

sasuke  listened  intently  as  the  two  of  them  walked  along,  no  particular  pathway  ahead  of  them  —-  so  it  seemed.  it  was  a  sad  story,  one  that  sounded  far  too  familiar  for  his  own  liking.  while  it  seemed  that  kushami  had  grown  up  with  someone  —-  or  something  —-  that  feigned  love  for  her,  she  was  now  completely  alone  in  this  world.  it  was  a  feeling  that  he  understood  quite  well.

and  the  betrayal  of  a  loved  one.  a  stab  in  the  back  from  the  person  in  this  world  who  you  held  dearest.  that  he  knew  so  well  that  he  cannot  help  but  feel  the  deepest  empathy  for,  so  much  so  that  it  becomes  apparent  on  his  expression.  typically,  sasuke  was  a  man  who  had  a  lot  of  control  over  such  things,  the  showing  of  his  emotions  and  thoughts  through  his  eyes.  but  something  about  this  pulled  at  his  heartstrings.

but  then,  kushami  sniffled,  and  the  damned  things  were  tugged  even  harsher.  a  clench  in  his  heart  that  he  hadn’t  been  acquainted  with  for  quite  some  time.  the  two  of  them  had  only  just  met  each  other,  and  yet  —  he  somehow  found  himself  caring  about  her  predicament.  perhaps,  its  the  slight  similarity  of  a  feeling  he  can  relate  to.  or  maybe,  its  something  else  so  frighteningly  memorable  and  astounding  behind  those  eyes  of  hers.  

it’s  her  humorous  and  oblivious  commentary  amongst  the  sorrowful  nature  of  her  story.  the  mentions  of  pointy  teethed  men,  the  animated  manner  in  which  she  described  the  symbol  of  the  shinobi’s  headband  —  which  he  immediately  recognized  as  the  mist.  sasuke  was,  dare  he  feel  as  such  about  a  blonde  and  ocean  eyed  stranger,  fond.  

even  so,  the  uchiha  finds  himself  surprised  at  how  open  she  seemed  to  be.  being  reserved,  sasuke  had  never  been  one  to  be  intimate  with  even  those  closest  to  him,  let  alone  a  stranger.  there  is  something  admirable  though,  he  finds,  about  those  who  wore  their  hearts  on  their  sleeves  so  bravely.

maybe,  it  is  for  these  reasons  that  he  has  decided  to  help  her.  ❝  hm…  ❞  sasuke  hums  gently,  indicating  his  loss  in  thought.  he  wanted  to  answer  her  questions  to  the  best  of  his  ability.  

❝  i  don’t  have  pointed  teeth.  but  i  have  a  friend  who  does.  he’s  not  all  that  nice  of  a  guy,  but  he’s  not  exactly  evil  either…  ❞  suigetsu  had  always  been  more  of  a  brother  to  him  back  then,  but  they  hadn’t  spoken  in  years  and  sasuke  was  hesitant  to  even  refer  to  him  as  such.  it  was  that  way,  with  a  lack  of  connection.

the  pain  of  loss  had  to  have  been  far  greater  in  comparison  to  that  of  having  nothing  from  the  start.  that  was  what  sasuke  had  always  said,  what  he  had  always  believed.  but  what  of  those  who  felt  both  ?  that  was  kushami’s  story.  and  maybe,  he’s  curious  about  that.  

how  does  one  explain  that  good  and  bad,  pure  and  evil,  such  concepts  in  the  real  world  were  not  so  black  and  white  ?  from  the  sound  of  it,  kushami’s  notions  of  such  ideas  came  from  novels.  this  was  a  part  of  her  that,  if  possible,  sasuke  wished  he  could  protect.  but  in  all  reality,  no  matter  where  the  path  ahead  of  them  may  take  the  two,  they  were  bound  to  run  into  the  complexities  of  the  world  and  all  of  its  endless  personalities  and  ulterior  motives.  

to  answer  her  question,  he  says  simply  ❝  all  people  certainly  aren’t  nice  at  all…  i  guess  i  just  believe  in  you.  ❞  it  is  not  intended  to  be  sentimental,  but  it  comes  out  as  such,  due  to  his  typical  way  of  speech.  and  as  for  her  current  situation…sasuke  thinks  for  a  bit  longer  before  speaking  on  that.

❝  well…  i’m  sorry  that  this  happened  to  you.  it  sounds  horrible.  but  believe  it  or  not,  you  had  to  have  come  from  somewhere.  by  that  i  mean,  if  that  thing  wasn’t  truly  your  family…your  family  exists,  or  existed  somewhere.  i’m  sure  that  they  would  be  proud  of  you  for  being  so  strong  in  this  situation.  ❞  sasuke,  of  course,  could  not  promise  a  notion  of  a  family  looking  for  kushami.  after  all,  with  a  power  so  valuable,  it  was  likely  that  they  could  have  even  sold  her.  this  idea  though,  dabbled  in  that  realm  of  understanding  the  hunger  for  power  in  this  world.  a  concept  he  did  not  want  to  reveal  to  kushami,  but  rather  for  her  to  learn  on  her  own.  

❝  if  you  want  to  find  out  your  truth,  i’ll  help  you.  two  heads  are  better  than  one.  ❞  after  all,  he  had  once  been  in  search  of  his  own  truth,  had  he  not?

Kushami liked the way he seemed to think about what she said, the way every word she uttered seemed to matter to him. Whenever she spoke to Mother--to the akuma, the akuma would never really listened to her. And it was a wonderful thing, feeling like you were actually listened to. In turn, Kushami hung on to every word of Sasuke’s, eyes going wide at his confirmation that some men did indeed have pointed teeth! And that the one with pointed teeth wasn’t very nice! “Maybe if you have pointed teeth you aren’t very nice? Is that true?” She frowned. “Maybe it’s not. Maybe it just means you could bite people and are powerful.” A glance at him. “But then, you’re powerful.” She nudged him with her elbow, giving him a sly smile. “I can tell. And you don’t have pointed teeth. And you’re kind!”

It was true she felt the pain of loss of her Mother strongly. But as much as it hurt, Sasuke made her feel whole, and it made the pain ease. That was part of the reason why she was so glad he was staying in her company--but most of the reason why was because she just liked his company. 

A soft blush came to her cheeks at his statement. “I believe in you, too, Sasuke,” she said softly. And she did. More than anyone, though... she didn’t know many other people. She still believed in him with all her heart, though.

She offered him a small smile. “You think?” she said. “I think I’m not so impressive as a kunoichi, if they’re a fighting family, you know? Maybe I’m impressive if they’re civilians, but if they’re fighters, maybe not.” She shrugged, offering him a weak smile. “But hey, if you like me, maybe that’s all I need,” she said, the smile softening. Truly, she wouldn’t give up hope finding a family, not yet. But she didn’t know what she’d find, either.

“But that’s right!” Perking up, she pumped her fist into the air. “Two heads are better. Especially when one of them’s so spiky. It’s like the good ideas are fighting their way out!” // @snakesfang​

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mitokage‌:

‘ Even so It’s not something one should hear…espically not from me…so I’ll just drop the subject for now…and really? who put you there? ‘

“Oh, okay.” She shrugged and dropped the subject.

“An evil akuma!” she exclaimed. “She pretended to be my mother and then she died, and well, I escaped!”