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— The Blackest Night

06/04/2021 05:07 PM 

For When the Fire Burns Bright

"Words are only painted fire; a look is the fire itself."- Mark TwainWhen Sasuke asks Sakura to marry him, he half expects her to say yes and half expects her to say no. A small part of him thinks that if she says no, his respect for her might double. It would show she did change over the six years he was gone. He's aware she isn't the same person anymore, but to what extent he couldn't be sure of until now.She pauses in the action of discarding her latex gloves, the soft question he spoke hovering in the air between them. He just came in for a monthly checkup, and although he's been fancying the idea in his mind for the last couple of weeks - after all, any thought of marriage or restoring the clan his brain instantly relates to Sakura - he surprises even himself for speaking so abruptly.The medic twists her head around to look at him, but to his confusion she wears only an expression of curiosity. Her voice, when she speaks, doesn't shake or waver. It's smooth, controlled. Nothing like what she used to be, and he wonders why he's only taking notice of such a change now."What brings this about?" she asks.He answers, "The Uchiha clan will not die with me."It's all he offers. This simple, unreserved explanation, and a proposal.Sakura tilts her head to the side, and smiles a small smile. "Sure, Sasuke-kun," she says, turning back to her work. "I'll marry you."He expected to be disappointed in her if she said yes. Because that would mean she's still the same, right? Her saying yes would mean she hasn't changed at all, right?Sasuke watches her read off his medical statistics without saying a word. She stands there in front of him with a calm, unaffected aura, meeting his eyes every once in a while to make sure he's paying attention.He finds that he isn't disappointed in the least.Uchiha Sakura, he thinks to himself the day before their wedding. The thought of his name with hers never even occurred to him. Not until now.Uchiha Sakura.The name forms silently on his lips as he lays motionless in his bed, staring up at the ceiling.When he falls asleep, he dreams of a little pink-haired girl with bright green eyes who tells him she loves him with all of her heart, and of a nineteen-year-old kunoichi whom he almost never sees anymore, because that little girl has long since been replaced by a woman whose priorities expand far beyond him."You know, the groom isn't supposed to see the bride beforehand on the wedding day," Sakura comments, standing in front of a mirror as she smoothes down the sides of her kimono with her palms.Sasuke blinks, realizing he has just been discovered. He clears his throat and steps out from behind the door, bowing slightly in apology.She turns to face him, smiling softly. "It's okay. I don't really mind. Only a half hour left anyhow, right?"He fixes his gaze upon her, on her pink hair braided into an elegant up-do, on her composed pale jade eyes and the simple white kimono fitted perfectly to her small form.She's looking at him expectantly now, waiting for a response, and he finally finds it in him to open his mouth."You don't have to do this, Sakura," he says, voice low. "I won't force you.""I know you won't," she replies immediately, confident, and takes a few steps closer until she is standing before him. "You're not a bad person, Sasuke-kun. Don't worry about me. I'm doing this out of my own free will." She offers him a smile, then reaches down and takes his hands in hers. "I promise," she continues steadily, her gaze never leaving his, "that as your wife, I will do my best to please you. So don't worry." Squeezing his hands lightly, she releases him, and backs away. "I won't bother you like I did when we were twelve," she jokes. "Unless you wish otherwise, it'll be like I'm not even there."He stands there in silence, eyes cast upon a random spot on the opposite wall. He wants to say something to her, tell her that he doesn't mind having her around and that he will try his best as her husband as well, but the words refuse to find purchase upon his lips."For your own safety," Sakura's voice brings him back to reality, "I would suggest you leave before Ino comes back. I might not be one to fuss, but if she knew you were here with me all hell would break loose. Trust me."Her smile enters his gaze once more, and he nods at her before doing as she says and exiting the room, unspoken words dying away with each step he takes.It's their first kiss, he realizes, as her lips touch his ever so lightly. The crowd cheers, someone catcalls - probably Naruto - and when Sakura pulls away - he was motionless, caught in his own revelation the whole time - her lips curve up, but her eyes are searching his, flickering back and forth with the most minute of movements.Her smile dims a little, her eyes finished with their search - what was she looking for? he wonders; what did she find? - and she turns to face the crowd.Sasuke is left unmoving beside her with nothing but a small frown gracing his features.He told her once as they entered his room that she didn't have to do this, either, but she reminded him that this was all her own decision, and that he shouldn't worry.Because it doesn't look like he's going to move, she undresses herself first and waits a few moments as he follows suit, and then she walks to him and grasps his hand, pulling him to the bed. She notices that he doesn't look at her, like he's embarrassed or trying to spare her dignity.Sakura resists the urge to laugh as they fall onto the bed. Again, his gaze remains focused on anything that isn't her, and with a soft sigh she takes his face in her palms and forces him to look at her.His obsidian eyes fix upon her green gaze, slightly startled.Because she knows that he is Uchiha Sasuke, and she knows that even this amount of contact must be uncomfortable for him, she doesn't kiss him, as she would like to. Instead she smiles, and tells him quietly, "It's okay to look, Sasuke-kun. I'm your wife."He leans down to her instead, and, taking the initiative, hesitantly presses their lips together.Sasuke doesn't know how else to begin, but everything seems to flow from that point on, and it's only when she's flushed underneath him, green eyes sparking with heat, and he's propped upon his elbows above her, wanting so bad to just thrust into her again and again, that he reminds himself to be gentle.So he enters her slowly, cautiously, watching her face intently for any sign of pain or discomfort, ready to stop if she so wishes.But there aren't any, and he can't help but be puzzled."Are you all right?" he asks."I'm fine," she breathes, and his own breath falters when she bucks her hips into his, wanting more. "Keep going.""It doesn't hurt?" He has to stop himself from giving her what she wants. For some reason, there is something about this question that unsettles him.Sakura stills beneath him, huffing out an exhale. "This isn't my first time, Sasuke-kun," she replies in a quiet tone. "I'm all right, don't worry."Before he can respond, before his mind can take hold of this information and turn it into something explosive, she pulls him down for another kiss, and then he is moving inside her, and the pleasure nearly makes him forget.Nearly, but not quite.Later that night, long after they have finished and Sakura is sleeping on the opposite side of the bed, Sasuke remains awake, his gaze never moving from the form of his wife.Thousands of questions run through his mind without end, and he is powerless to stop them.He wonders who the man is, how she knows him, what he looks like. If they dated, or if she ever loved him.He knows it's none of his business - or maybe it is, because aren't they married now? - but he can't help but wonder.Sasuke falls asleep that night and dreams of a little pink-haired girl smiling at a boy that isn't him.A month passes just like that.She's gone before him every morning. Their first night together hasn't been repeated, and Sasuke knows that she only needs his saying so, but he only tells her goodnight when he climbs into bed and that is it. And she sleeps on the opposite side of the bed and repeats the words to him, and then he wakes up each morning and she isn't there, off to the hospital where she works everyday.He trains and goes on missions and he barely sees her. It's like nothing has changed at all.It's like their marriage is merely a title, and they simply live under it.She works the night shift when needed. It's becoming more of a frequent thing nowadays.Sasuke remembers the first time being seven weeks after they were married. She came home on her break while he was out training and left him a note saying she'd be back later than usual, telling him not to worry, as always.Like any other day, he took a shower, brushed his teeth, and went to bed, lying there with his eyes locked on her side of the mattress. It was ten o'clock then.An hour passed. He couldn't sleep.When it came to be three o'clock and she still wasn't back, and he still couldn't sleep, he decided something must've happened to her, and his mind entertained several bloody, gruesome scenarios that had him off his feet in an instant.He collided with her halfway out the front door, knocking her off balance, but she regained her footing easily and stood back, eyeing him warily."Everything okay, Sasuke-kun?" she asked, frowning. "Where's the fire?""You're back," was all he was able to get out.She stared at him. "I'm back."He noticed the tired look in her eyes, the shadows that hovered under them, and he stepped back silently to let her through.Sakura gave him one last questioning look before she passed by him and entered the house.He comes home from a two-day long mission to find her in the kitchen, scrubbing at the surface of the table with her hair pulled into a messy bun, wearing one of his old shirts and a pair of cotton shorts. She has earbuds in her ears, humming along to whatever music is playing as she cleans. Her hips sway a little, moving with the music.Sasuke is reminded that it's her day off today. The first she's had in a long time, she told him.He opens his mouth, about to tell her that she should relax while she has the chance, that he can finish the cleaning, but then he sees that she's smiling as she works, and he doesn't see her smile much anymore, so he leaves her be.Looking at her sleeping one night, three months since they married, Sasuke wonders if she still loves him, after all these years. She agreed to be bonded to him in such a way, knowing fully that he didn't have such feelings for her, so there must be something.Sasuke notices that her brows are drawn together in her sleep, as if she is unhappy, and he begins to doubt.But what does it matter to him, anyway? He is the one who doesn't care.He chants this to himself as he falls asleep, but dreams filled with pink and green betray him.Sasuke returns from a mission two weeks later at the same time she is returning from the hospital. He sees her step out of the doors, and is debating going to her - walking one's wife home from work should be normal, he thinks - when another medic steps out to walk beside her.It's a male, and Sasuke freezes in his spot.The man is plain-looking, with brown hair and brown eyes, but Sakura is laughing at something he has said, so apparently the man is not so bland.She doesn't laugh much around him anymore, and Sasuke stares hard, nearly creating holes through the man beside his wife, trying to decipher what it is exactly that enthuses her so.He overhears parts of their conversation, and only when the man pauses and says something about "Uchiha-san" does Sakura's smile falter.She lowers her voice, but Sasuke hears the words "distant" and "trying" leave her mouth.The man smiles gently and places a hand on her shoulder, consoling her, and Sasuke stares hard at this as well, surprised the man cannot feel such a heated gaze upon him.Sakura grins in reassurance and the man takes his hand away. Sasuke feels himself loosen slightly.The two bid each other goodnight, and Sakura begins to head off on her own, back to their shared house. Sasuke counts three minutes exactly before deciding to follow after her.That night, while in bed, Sasuke awake on his side and Sakura sleeping on hers, he leans over and touches her cheek with his fingertips just barely, a mere brush.He doesn't know in what context the words "distant" and "trying" were used, but that touch was not distant, and he most certainly will try to crack the wall that seems to separate them.The first time she went out grocery shopping for them was three days after their marriage ceremony. She grabbed her keys and her bag and visited Sasuke for a last check before leaving."Anything you want in particular?" she asked.He looked up at her from his place on the couch, sharpening his weapons. Looking thoughtful for a moment, he opened his mouth and began, "Toma -""Tomatoes," she provided, and waved the grocery list in her hand. "Got 'em already. How could I forget your favorite food?"Sasuke blinked. "That's all, then.""All right, I'll be back in a little while!" she called, and disappeared out the front door.She never asked what he needed again, and now he always comes home with a fridge full of ripe red tomatoes just for him.Sakura arrives home just a little past her usual time one night, some five months since they've been married. Sasuke's eye cracks open, watching as she enters their bedroom and settles herself down at the single desk, silently placing an arm's worth of paperwork on it. With a hefty sigh, she begins to shuffle through the papers, starting the night's work.The skin below her eyes is dark, as he can tell from the small lamp placed on the desk. He figures she gets around five hours of sleep each night if she's lucky, about three regularly. There's always work for her to do, always something keeping her going.For the next couple of hours, he watches her with hooded eyes, studying her as she works, and when she's finally done and makes her way over to the bed after showering, he snaps his eyes closed, pretending to sleep.Sasuke feels her presence stop before him. There's a soft rustle, and then his hair is pushed out of his eyes, and her lips press ever so gently against his forehead.She pulls away, walking around to her side of the bed, and he allows his eyes to flash open. They're wide, staring sightlessly at the wall. He is acutely aware of every movement she makes beside him, the light breaths that escape her increasingly apparent, filling his ears.He remains like that for longer than he can remember. It seems like her lips are still on his skin, and where she touched him nearly burns with intensity.That night, his dreams delve into the realm of temptations, of green eyes sparking with passion, of his fingers pushing into pink hair, of their bodies moving in sync and unfamiliar, overwhelming pleasure pulsing through his body.He wakes up with a gasp, bolting upward in the bed, his breaths slightly labored. Sweat beads on his brow, and his fingers grasp the unruly sheets tightly.Sakura's not there. She probably left for the hospital hours ago, and he takes advantage of her absence to calm himself.Sasuke takes a few deep breaths, slowly releasing his grip on the sheets. The air around him seems blistering hot, and he throws off the blankets and steps out of bed, pushing a shaky hand through his untidy hair.A shower, he thinks. He needs a shower. One with ice cold water to soothe his simmering skin and his whirling mind.She arrives home at a decent hour that night. It's around ten o'clock, and she yawns as she steps into the house, looking forward to a rare good night's rest.Sakura enters the kitchen and freezes in her step. Sasuke's sitting on the couch, leaning forward with his forehead resting against his clasped fingers. He glances upward as she enters the room, obsidian eyes alert and focused on her."What are you doing up?" she questions, tilting her head slightly, puzzled.He opens his mouth. "Waiting for you."She blinks, and stares. "Waiting...for me?"He nods.Her eyes widen, and instantly she is by his side, her hands running over his arms and down his sides, frantic. "Are you okay, Sasuke-kun?" she worries. "Are you hurt anywhere?"His gaze glints with the smallest hint of amusement. He gently takes her chakra-glowing hands away and holds them in his own, halting her movements. Her pale jade eyes flicker with surprise."I'm all right," he says quietly."But," she lets out, confused, "you never wait...are you sure you're fine? Because if there's something wrong I -""Sakura."She silences, her eyes still locked with his.Her husband merely leans down and presses their lips together, his hand moving to grip the back of her head, keeping her steady.She remains still for several moments, her wide gaze taking in his closed eyelids with apparent shock.Sasuke pulls away after a good ten seconds. His wordlessness questions her, his eyes seeking something from her as he stares at her quietly.Sakura swallows, and responds with another kiss, this time exercising her lips heatedly against his. Her hands find purchase upon his chest, and she settles herself in his lap, taking notice of and giving into his desires.And when they've made their way into their shared bedroom and their heavy breathing fills the room, Sasuke's name falling in short gasps from her mouth, he wraps his arms around her and can't help but think that she has given him more than what he ever dreamed of receiving.And her name is moaned out when he reaches his peak inside her.They're lying in bed almost an hour later. Sasuke's eyes are fixed on the ceiling, every ounce of his body acutely aware of his wife beside him. She's awake as well, a good foot away, in the same position.Sasuke is the first to break the silence, his voice, when he speaks, low and unwavering."Who is he?"She turns on her side to look at him, pulling the sheets up to cover her bare breasts. He doesn't meet her puzzled gaze, still focused on the ceiling, mouth a blank, unrevealing line."What do you mean?" she asks, green eyes studying the smooth planes of his face from what she can see in the darkness.Sasuke's lips curve into a frown, brows furrowing, as if he is frustrated but can't figure out exactly why. "The man you gave your virginity to."Sakura's mouth parts into an astounded "O." She resists the urge to pinch herself, knowing that no matter how shocking, this is not a dream, and Sasuke has really just asked her such a question. "I - I..." she stutters, grasping for coherency.Finally, Sasuke turns on his side to face her, fixing his hard, calculating gaze upon her.She gains her composure somewhat, blinking, and then takes a breath to steady herself, eyes shifting away from him. "He was my target for a seduction mission about two years ago. I killed him afterward."Sakura raises her gaze to meet a pair of obsidian eyes swirling with obvious repulsion and vehemence.Although, inwardly, he is pleased it was someone she didn't care for, someone who she would never even consider keeping close to her."Tsunade sent you on such a mission?" he responds flatly.Sakura merely nods. "What happened on the mission...was a last resort. I wasn't as experienced as I am now. At the time, it was the only way to complete the mission, so I went for it. I'm fine now, don't worry."Sasuke closes his eyes and inhales, exhaling slowly after. "You always say that.""Hm?"His eyes flash open, serious and focused solely on her. "Tell me not to worry."Her mouth opens, but nothing comes out, trying to find words to voice."Do you expect me not to?" he continues, and his voice is inexpressive, stoic."I guess not, Sasuke-kun," she finally says softly. "I guess not. I guess...I just say that so much to try to trick myself into believing you do."And she turns in the opposite direction until all he can see is her bare back, unrevealing and curved, as if to shield herself from whatever response he may give.The words "I'm sorry I have given you any reason to think otherwise" flash through his mind.But because he is Uchiha Sasuke, he simply twists around and remains unspeaking, his obsidian eyes staring blankly at the wall before him.When he dreams, it's of him running after a pink-haired woman who evades him no matter how hard he tries."Sasuke-kun."He squeezes his eyes shut tighter.Something pokes him in the side."Sasuke-kun."He groans quietly, his eyes finally blinking open to find that his vision is filled with pink.Sakura's standing above him, dressed in her white medical cloak, green eyes soft. "I made you breakfast," she says, gesturing to the platter in her hands. She sets it down beside him, then backs away. "I wanted to say I was sorry," she continues slowly, "for what I said yesterday. I know you do care for me in your own way, Sasuke-kun." She pauses, runs a shaky hand through her short pink hair, and sighs. "It was wrong of me to accuse you of something like that. I'm sorry, truly I am."Sasuke doesn't say anything. It's like he's gone numb. Never did he expect her to apologize for such a thing.Sakura smiles at him. "I'll be off to work, then. And," she adds suddenly, "before I forget, I have a mission tomorrow. I'm leaving right after work, so I won't see you until I return. I'll be back in a few days."She smiles once more, then steps out of the room, and disappears.Sasuke stares at where she left for the next couple of minutes. It's only when he remembers that she made him breakfast does he move and start to eat.Everything she made tastes just like how his mother used to cook.The next morning, he realizes that Sakura said she left on a mission. She hasn't had a mission the five months or so they've been married.He freezes in the action of brushing his teeth when this thought enters his mind. Something's off, he can instantly sense. Sakura isn't sent on missions - she's too valuable to the hospital - unless there's a specific one that only she can accomplish.And if it requires her skills specifically, it must be dangerous.The next thing he knows he is standing at the door to the Hokage office, knocking as he impatiently waits for Tsunade to answer.She appears a good three minutes later, a scowl set on her face when he enters her line of sight."What the hell do you want, Uchiha?" she snaps, but allows him into her office anyway.He stands before her with his back straightened, shoulders set, and eyes a cool onyx."What was Sakura's mission?" he begins, tone demanding, not allowing room for argument. "You never send her on any."Tsunade raises a brow, resting her chin upon her folded hands as she sits at her desk. "That information is classified, Uchiha. You should know that by now."His eyes narrow into an unwavering glare.Tsunade snorts. "That won't work on me, sorry to say. Now get your ass out of here before I gladly do it myself.""Hokage-sama."This captures her attention. The Uchiha never regards her with honor like that."What?""Please." There's no sign of pleading on his face, but she can sense the unsettled way he holds himself. "Sakura is my wife. If she were to be placed in danger, I would like to know."Tsunade rubs the palm of her hands against her eyes, then sighs and leans forward in her seat. "My apprentice will be fine, Uchiha. She's gone on solo S-ranked missions long before you came back and completed them without a hitch. This shouldn't be any different."His fists clench at the sound of "solo" and "S-ranked."But knowing Tsunade's quick temper and unrestrained strength, he keeps his mouth shut, bows, and backs out of the room.A week has passed. She still hasn't returned.He lies awake at two o'clock in the morning, the clutches of insomnia holding him as they have since she left. Black shadows color the skin under his eyes, and his nerves are strung taut with no hope for relief.He stares blankly at the vacant spot on her side of the bed. His mind is almost - almost - able to fill in the emptiness, almost able to make it seem like her sleeping face is right there, her short pink hair lying around her in a pastel halo, eyes closed in peaceful slumber.Then he blinks, and reality crashes into him with full force.Jaw clenched, he pushes himself roughly out of bed and leaves the room, needing to get out, keep himself occupied, try to dim down the horrid thoughts that taint his mind.She said she'd be back soon.Liar, he seethes. A goddamn lie.Even Tsunade, who he saw a few times in the short - it seemed like a lifetime - period Sakura's been gone, looked daunted. The Hokage said if the kunoichi didn't return in the next two days, she would send out a search team, to which he immediately volunteered - demanded - to be a part of, and to which she reluctantly agreed.Sasuke makes his way out of the house, finding that the confinement is suffocating him, and heads toward the village entrance. His gaze locks upon the form of a bench as he walks on, and he slows to a halt beside it.This is the same bench he left Sakura on when he defected seven years ago.Gradually, he settles himself upon it, the cold of the stone piercing him through to his core.Memories of that night take over his thoughts. Her green eyes glassy with tears, lips trembling as she told him she loved him, and then the sight of her pink hair fluttering in the wind as he stood behind her and rendered her unconscious."Thank you."It wasn't right. For her to be the one out there on her own, facing unknown things, leaving him to do nothing but sit and wait and steadily lose his mind.No, this isn't how it was supposed to be."I have an injured shinobi over here! Someone get help!"He is jerked roughly from his thoughts. His body goes ice cold in the span of mere seconds.There's the sound of ninja sandals slapping against pavement. Raised voices fill his ears."That's the Hokage's apprentice! Hurry, she's lost too much blood -""Get her to the hospital, quick -""She's not gonna make it! Look at her, she's barely breathing -""Sakura-san! Sakura-san, stay with us! We'll get you help soon -""F***, someone get a medic over here -""She needs blood -""Guys, she's not gonna -""Shut up, she'll be fine -""Sakura-san -"Their voices slowly drown out until all he can hear is the blood pounding through his head. The sound of his racing heartbeat overwhelms him.And then he moves faster than he ever has before. One second, he is nearly hyperventilating on the wintry stone bench, and the next he is pushing a large group of jounin out of the way.Crimson. It's all crimson. Covering her, dripping off of her."Sakura," he chokes. The ninja holding her limp, blood-drenched body gives him a panicked look."Uchiha-san, please, get someone to help her," he rushes. "I-I don't know if she - sh*t, when I found her she was just lying there unconscious and I -""Give her to me." It's like he's gone into shock. He's an apparition, watching from above as his body stands there with nothing in his mind but the thought of Sakura and the blood staining her.The ninja holding her looks indecisive. Sasuke's eerily calm eyes, however, finally have him giving the kunoichi to her husband.Sasuke hears the words "Please, Uchiha-san, get her to help -" before he is sprinting - making sure Sakura doesn't jostle; there's no telling what wounds see bears underneath all that goddamn blood - as fast as he can over the rooftops of Konoha.He bursts into the white halls of the hospital, and instantly his voice raises above the low murmur he hears."Someone help!" he shouts hoarsely. "My wife is injured!"Several medics come running over, immediately calling to each other in steady tones.One of them - the brown-haired man Sakura walked with that night he saw them - gasps, eyes wide. "S-Sakura-san. What - Uchiha-san, what happened -""We need to stabilize her ASAP," another yells."Get a stretcher over here, would you? And we need blood -""Type O. That's what she is.""Someone get Tsunade-sama! She's fading quick -"And Sakura is pulled away from him, out of his arms. For a moment, her body is blocked from his view, and a sharp stab of panic impales him.She's being placed on a stretcher now. A swarm of medics surround her, their hands glowing with chakra as they desperately try to salvage whatever life is left in her."She's poisoned. Badly. It'll reach her heart in the next few minutes if we don't -""What is it? We need an antidote -""I've never seen this before! Sh*t, Kazuki, get Tsunade-sama as fast as you can -"Sasuke has never been so terrified. He is dimly aware that his hands are trembling, the horror clutching his heart in an unbreakable vise.She's being wheeled into a room now. He can do nothing but follow as they hook her up to tubes, pumping unknown fluids into her system, their glowing hands running frantically over her body.One of the medics takes notice of him standing just behind them, black eyes wide - it's like he's reliving the night of his parents' death, so unbelievably scared he is - as he stares at his wife, hands shaking, breath coming in short, quick bursts. The medic steps away and comes to stand before him."I'm sorry, Uchiha-san, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave -"The medic's hands grasp his shoulders, beginning to turn him away.Sasuke finally registers the words that have been spoken to him, what the medic is trying to do, and his unsteady gaze flashes to the man before him."Don't touch me," he says softly over the commotion in the room.The medic frowns, pushing harder. "Even if you are her husband," he replies sternly, "we can't have anyone else present -""I said don't touch me!"And his hands find purchase around the medic's neck, and the unfortunate man is knocked unconscious as his head slams into the ground.This draws attention to him. More medics surround him, hands pushing, pulling, trying to get him out of the room.Trying to take him away from his dying wife. Away from Sakura.He feels the Sharingan activate beyond his will. Chakra flows in heavy amounts through him, and his mind registers the fact that these people are trying to separate him from one of the most important people in his life, and in this case they now have become his enemies.He bares his teeth at them, and something akin to a snarl erupts in his chest. He raises his clenched fist, fully prepared to kill -"Uchiha!"Sasuke finds a pair of amber eyes glaring at him. It's the Hokage."Get out. Now."His gaze narrows. He opens his mouth."Goddammit, your wife is dying, Uchiha!" she growls. "Let us do our job without you killing my medics and get the f*** out."Behind her, he sees Sakura's eyes fly open. Her mouth parts in a silent scream, and her body arches off the surgery table.The machines she is hooked up to spike wildly, beeping out of control.Everything within him goes cold. Sakura's eyes focus sightlessly on the ceiling, glinting with pain and fear."Hurts," she gasps, and her hands move upward, trying to pull at the open wound on her chest.Tsunade's attention has fully left him now. She's beside the bloodied kunoichi in an instant. "Stabilize her wounds," she snaps, and already her palms are glowing as she works. "Someone get Shizune and have her find an antidote for the poison. If we don't move quickly she won't have much longer." Chakra pumping furiously, she turns her gaze to Sakura's panicked eyes. "Sakura," she says softly. "Look at me, Sakura."The pink-haired kunoichi is trembling uncontrollably, but she moves her gaze regardless, only semi aware of the chaos around her."We're going to try to save you, Sakura," the Hokage continues, eyes gentle. "Stay with us. Please."Sakura begins to shake her head, tears mixing with the blood trickling down her cheeks. "I-I-I c-can't -"Her body jerks, and her focus is completely lost as her eyes roll into the back of her head, and she falls unconscious once more."Sh*tsh*tsh*tsh*t," he hears Tsunade mutter fiercely. "Sakura, come on -"Sasuke sinks to the ground slowly, his back sliding down the wall behind him, the sounds gradually fading from his ears. He vaguely thinks he might be going into shock.She's going to die. His mind amplifies this thought, playing it in a repeating loop. He can visualize the words like a vibrant sign that is impossible to ignore.His eyes shift to focus on her face. He's never seen such a pained looked. She must be going through hell right now. He knows from first hand experience how much pain one can feel. But this -This is something else.He faintly realizes that he's being dragged away, out of the room, away from her.Before the medic leaves him, Sasuke's hand shoots up to grab the man's wrist.He can't even recognize his own voice, so cracked and ragged it is. "Will she be okay?" He has to ask.The medic's eyes turn sorrowful, and Sasuke can see what he is really thinking. "I don't know, Uchiha-san. We're going to try, but -" He breaks off, voice faltering, and when he continues his tone is unnervingly quiet. "I just don't know."And Sasuke is left alone out in the hall, hands held over his ears so he doesn't have to hear their words shouting that she probably will never live to see the light of day again."Sasuke-kun?"In response, he merely looks at her.She's staring at him, studying him as if searching for an answer in his blank depths. "Whenever you want to - to start a family," she says, steadfastly solemn, "I'm here. I'm prepared. I know it's why we married, so whenever you want." She nods to herself. "I won't deny you something you've been missing for so long." And she smiles. "You can trust me to be the best mother to your children I'm capable of being."He's struck silent. When did she gain such bravery? Such confidence? Such courage?For a moment, the image of his own mother appears in his head. And he realizes how alike the two really are.Sakura would make a fantastic mother, he realizes.Stunned, he nods, and replies, "I know I can. I will..." He inhales, breathing easily. "I'll keep that in mind."And she smiles once again.He was a fool. Such a fool to take her words for granted, to blindly assume that no harm would come her way and that they had all the time in the world to do whatever they wanted.His fingernails dig into his scalp, drawing blood. He hardly registers the pain.If she fell pregnant before, she would be at home right now, and he'd be beside her, silently worrying if she needed water or food or if she was uncomfortable. He can imagine her mood swings, and how he'd patiently wait out her tantrums, and how beautiful she'd look with her stomach rounded, their child growing steadily within her. He'd ask with trembling fingers if he could touch, and she'd laugh and tell him "Of course!" Then he'd rest his head against her, close his eyes, and think to himself that things couldn't be more right.It hurts, he finds, to let his mind wander so. He swallows thickly, and his eyes never leave the form of the plain white door in front of him, behind which his wife lays. The voices and the shouting have died down. He doesn't know what has happened in the long period of time he's been sitting on the floor. His body shivers unconsciously, the cold having seeped straight to his core, and he clenches his jaw.Then Tsunade steps out, and he is on his feet in a flash."What -"The Hokage shakes her head to silence him.Instantly, the world starts to crumble around him, falling in chipped pieces as he does nothing but stands there and stares.Tsunade smiles grimly."She's alive," she says.And suddenly everything moves back in place. His world is reformed with just those two simple - they seem so, but he knows his whole life revolves around them - words spoken to him.When he is allowed to see her nearly a day later - "She needs to rest for now," Tsunade told him; "I'll let you know when she is cleared for visitors. Only you, though. Anything more, like Naruto, would most likely overwhelm her" - he has to take several deep breaths to calm his pounding heart.He raises his hand to knock, then scolds himself, thinking she might be asleep. So he steps inside silently and closes the door just as noiselessly behind him.Then he finally fixes his gaze on her.She's asleep, as he figured. Her light blue hospital gown covers whatever horrors might lie beneath, and he can only see a few faint bruises on her arms and face. Several tubes are feeding thick liquid to her stomach, and an IV drip is hooked to her wrist. She's pale, eerily so, and her expression speaks of a faint, fluttering pain, but other than that, she appears peaceful as she slumbers.He releases a shaky breath, so relieved he is, as he steps forward and takes the single seat next to her bed.He leans forward to rest his elbows on the edge of her bed, his chin atop his folded hands. And he waits, the only thought entering his mind the fact that she is alive and won't be going anywhere anytime soon.Sakura wakes with a small cough, after which she instantly winces, finding that the action sends a piercing burn throughout her body."Ouch," she croaks."Are you okay?" a voice instantly lets out to her left. She feels a presence loom over her, the ghosts of fingers running along her cheek frantically.She stills, and slowly cracks her eyes open, flinching slightly at the harsh light that filters through her pupils.A pair of black eyes immediately replace her vision of the light, concern flickering in their opaque depths."Sasuke-kun?" she murmurs. "Is that you?"Then his arms have wrapped around her, pulling her limp form gently toward him, and he buries his face in her unkempt pink hair."Don't," he begins, voice rough, "ever do that again."He pulls away, staring heavily into her wide eyes. "You scared me, Sakura," he finishes softly.And he leans forward to press their mouths together, kissing her chapped lips with placidness that escapes even his comprehension.Because she is here with him, alive.And it is more than he could have ever asked for."What are you doing, Sasuke-kun?"Sasuke glances down at the wash bin in his arms, accompanied by a sponge, a towel, and a bottle of body soap."Tsunade said you could be given a bath today," he replies, not meeting her gaze."Huh." Sakura peers at him. "So where's the nurse?"The Uchiha sets the objects in his hands on her bed, then takes the bin to the sink and begins to fill it up with water. He doesn't answer."Are you my nurse, then, Sasuke-kun?"He nods, eyes determinedly focused on his task."Well," Sakura lets out. She watches as he takes a seat beside her, and finally his gaze connects with hers."Is this alright with you?" he asks solemnly.She can only smile softly at him.When he undresses her, he does it with the utmost caution, checking her face every few seconds to make sure she isn't in pain, and he forces himself not to flinch at the various scars that now litter her torso. The wound on her chest is a raw red, freshly healed, and he remembers Sakura telling him once that medics can only do so much healing before the body's own regenerative system forcefully takes over. True to her statement, there are still a good number of gashes along her torso that had to be sewn shut, and many cuts look to be in the stages of scabbing over.Painstakingly, he moves the sponge over her body, mindful of the tubes hooked into her stomach and the IV drip in her arm, and when he's done he dresses her with no less care, each movement meticulously hesitant.Just as he's about to draw away, she grasps his hand and pulls him down toward her, her lips finding purchase upon his forehead. He stills, and they remain like that for a good number of seconds until she releases him and looks at him with warm, tender green eyes."Thank you," she says.He simply returns the gesture.She was ambushed by around twenty rogue jounin while on her mission, apparently. That is all Tsunade allows him to hear, but it sets his blood boiling anyway."I'll murder them."This leaves his mouth matter-of-factly, as if he were merely commenting on the weather outside. Sakura, who lies in her bed beside him, lifts a brow."Unfortunately," she answers easily, "Tsunade-shishou has already sent out an ANBU team to hunt them down. Sorry."Sasuke seethes quietly, glaring holes into the wall opposite him, and Sakura just chuckles at her husband's antics."I hate this place."Sasuke's head jerks up as he precisely cuts an apple into even pieces. His puzzled gaze takes in the form of his wife where she sits upon her bed, staring furiously out the window, arms crossed in defiance."Seven full days in this hellhole is just too much," she mutters. "And to think" - with this, she throws her hands into the air, exasperated - "that after this I'm going to have to go back to work here! Goddammit!" Sakura turns her wild eyes to the closed door, and shouts, as if the woman mentioned can actually hear her, "Let me out of this sh*thole, Tsunade!"He doesn't believe he's ever heard such foul language slip from his wife's mouth before. He raises a brow, picks up a fresh apple slice, and holds it out to her, hoping to calm her.Sakura blinks as she gazes at what he offers her. A grin makes its way upon her lips."Do you remember when I tried to feed you apples in the hospital? It was a long time ago, when we were genin." She chews the slice thoughtfully, awaiting his answer.Sasuke frowns down at the fruit he holds. "I knocked them out of your hand. It was rude of me."Sakura shrugs. "If anything, I should've known you needed to be alone. I apologize for that."He grumbles incoherently under his breath, and she just smiles at him."I was thinking this morning," she suddenly says, "that it's been a long time since I told you I loved you."He stills, his hands freezing in the motion of cutting off another slice, and turns to stare at her.She returns his bewildered eyes with a smile. "I hope you know I do, though. I've loved you since we were genin."It pains him a little to see that she honestly doesn't expect anything from him in return, that she is so willing to give everything to him that she has to offer and be perfectly content without any response from him."Thank you, Sakura," he finds himself saying.It's her turn to be puzzled."Truly, for everything," he continues steadily. "Thank you."Her confused expression fades away as another smiles twists her lips, and she laughs a full, unburdened laugh. "You said that the last time I confessed, too. But I guess" - her eyes soften - "it's nice to be able to say 'you're welcome' this time around."This time around, he isn't running away. Not now, and never again.She's released two days later, deemed fully healed and allowed to resume her usual duties.Sasuke walks her to the hospital everyday, still not completely convinced she's fine to be alone. He walks her home, too, waiting no matter how long it takes for her to exit the hospital's doors.The third day, when he is about to step out of the house to escort her to the hospital, she whips toward him suddenly, expression composed and eyes fixed unswervingly on him."You know you don't have to do this everyday, right?" she says, and a tiny smile curves her lips upward. "I'm perfectly fine now, so you don't have to force yourself to do something like this for my sake. I can handle myself, don't -""I do worry, Sakura," Sasuke interrupts suddenly, voice serious, a hint of frustration in his tone.She gapes openly."I worry constantly, everyday." He turns his eyes skyward. They close for a moment before opening again. "I worry if you're getting enough sleep or if you're eating properly. I worry that I'm going to come home one day and you'll have left me. I worry that some other man will enter your life and you'll decide you desire him instead. I worry" - he pauses to take a deep breath - "that something like this will happen again and I will not be so lucky to have you still here next to me, and I want to make sure you are never thrown into danger for as long as I can help it. So, yes, Sakura, I do worry. I worry more than you can believe. Nothing you say or do will ever change that."He shifts his gaze to her visibly shaken form and frowns. "Now will you allow me to walk my wife to work or not?"Sakura takes in the sight of him while she has the chance. His pitch dark hair falls messily across his forehead, sticking up randomly in the back like it always has. His broad shoulders have stiffened, palms lying flat beside him. The black long-sleeved shirt he is wearing underneath his jounin vest fits him perfectly - she remembers vaguely that she bought that for him a while ago - as do his plain black shinobi pants. His thinned lips are twisted into a subtle frown, and onyx eyes stare down at her heavily.She thinks to herself that this man in front of her is beautiful. From his naturally cold exterior to his rare displays of affection and emotion. Everything about him. Inside and out, Uchiha Sasuke is someone who she adores, looks up to, cares about. She feels her love for him in every cell of her body."Will you marry me?"Did she hear wrong? She must've. She pauses in her work and turns to face him, expecting amusement in his eyes, signaling that in some sick, twisted way, Sasuke is joking with her.Her heart stills at the seriousness his entire being exudes, then rapidly picks up its pace, pounding.And so she asks, "What brings this about?"He tells her that it's because he won't allow the Uchiha clan to die with him. It's the truth, she knows. He doesn't love her, probably never will, and this is just so he can revive his clan to its full glory. It always was one of his goals, after all.But because she is Sakura and she still loves him, regardless of everything that they have been through, she says yes.And as the days go by and they are married and he treats her with respect, with tolerance, with a miniscule spark of warmth that she can't quite place, she thinks that if they stayed like this for the rest of forever, she would be more content than she ever has been before.Sakura wonders how it is possible for one man to ever make another person so happy. Surely she must be bursting with all that she feels.A little dazed and high off his words - because in Sasuke-talk this is nearly equivalent to a confession, and maybe, just maybe, with time rolling on and the days spread out before her, he will eventually find it in him to voice what she has always dreamed of hearing - she takes his offered hand, smiles a smile so vibrant it can rival even Naruto's, and says, "Of course, Sasuke-kun.""Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable."- Bruce Lee

— The Blackest Night

06/04/2021 04:57 PM 

Home (KakaSaku)

She stood in the same spot he always occupied; on the fifth spike of the Fourth Hokage's hair.The skies darkened with heavy grey clouds and she wondered if he'd be able to smell the rain in the air -wherever he is.He was five months late. Five months overdue on a mission that was supposed to last two months.The Pinkette tried not to lose hope, but how could she not? Nightmares plagued her sleep, tortured her with long lonely nights and threatened to break her.The image of him dead in some ditch, never seen, haunted her.A flash of blue light rippled through the skies and pulled her out of her miserable thoughts, signifying a coming storm.It only made her heart clinch. When will she ever stop associating lighting with her husband?She couldn't help it, lightning so happened to be his affinity.The blackened skies only served to remind her of his all-consuming charcoal eyes that she sometimes swore could set her aflame with one glance.Sakura was also due any day now -the horror of it was that Kakashi had no idea. If he's alive -if he ever returns- he'll find that their little family grew by one.He would be shocked, but he'd also be happy. She knew that, but it didn't stop her heart racing whenever she thought of the growing possibility of him never returning home to her and their daughter.The medic didn't want to think about what it'd mean if he never returned. Didn't want to imagine her daughter growing up fatherless. Didn't want to think of how she'll be lonely and miserable for the rest of her life."I thought I'd find you here." She felt his presence before he spoke."Hey, Genma."He stopped next to her, the senbon he usually had between his teeth absent for the first time in years. "It's getting cold.""I'm okay." She replied monotonously, so used to saying these two empty words to every person who asked about her wellbeing.She felt his big warm palm on her shoulder. "You don't want to hurt the baby now do you?"A shiver ran down her spine that had nothing to do with the chill in the air. The idea of hurting anything that's half Kakashi terrified her; this baby was after all the last remaining piece of her lost husband."No," the reply was soft but full of agony.Genma felt his stomach twist uncomfortably at how heartbreaking her voice sounded. He wasn't sure what he'd do if her hormones tipped out of balance and she decided to start crying.That bastard Kakashi, he better be alive."Come on," he said using the gentlest voice he could muster as he laid his arm across her shoulders and pulled her closer to him to capture her some warmth and started leading her back home. "Let's go home."That was the final straw. Her face twisted up and she burst into tears as heavy as the coming rain.She sniffed miserably into his shoulder and held onto his arm like her knees might collapse beneath her at any given second. Perhaps he shouldn't have said anything -now he sat her off. Lovely.The mentioning of 'home' was too much for her to bare when the literal embodiment of that word was absent."I'm sorry," Genma told her with feeling, "I didn't mean... I'm sorry. I'm sure he's alive."The Pinkette gnawed furiously at her lip in failed efforts to stop her streaming tears. It only seemed to make her cry harder.Genma was about to attempt comforting her with words he didn't believe himself when suddenly, her green eyes widened and her hold on him tightened.She hissed and then gasped in pain."W-what?" Genma's voice quivered with worry, his brown eyes widening as well. "Are you okay?""I-I think my water just broke.."He blinked in shock but quickly recovered, his stomach somersaulting as he realised he would have to play the role of the ever dutiful worried father.He swallowed thickly, the heavy atmosphere of the coming storm only serving to grate on his nerves, "can you walk?""I-I don't know!" She gasped, fear evident in her voice and on her face.Cursing softly, he bent and lifted her up as carefully as he could.She frantically latched onto his neck and held onto his shoulders with fingers of steel.His legs protested against the extra weight, refusing to run at their full speed. The pain from the tightness of her killer-grip on his shoulder only distracted him.He rushed her to Shizune in the hospital, his lungs aching with effort -or maybe it was the stress of the situation that left him short of breath."Oh thank god you found her at the right time." Shizune gasped, pulling him into a tight hug before dashing after Tsunade into the pale room where Sakura was held.Genma wanted to leave, wanted to go to his home and maybe get some sleep -he did after all only return from his mission an hour ago but he knew the stress won't let him get a wink.And he also knew that if he left Sakura alone during her first childbirth, Kakashi would haunt him in the after life or send him to an early one if he was still alive.And so he took in a deep shaky breath and dashed in after Shizune.Ten hours and twelve bone cracks later, the sound of a crying baby filled the room.Sakura finally let go of his severely bruised and broken hand and reached for her newborn baby with trembling hand.The sight of little silver hair poking out of the bundle in Tsunade's arms momentarily distracted him of the agony in his hand; Kakashi's daughter had his hair.The Pinkette started crying as she held her close to her chest, pressing her little body onto her shoulder and Genma leaned in too to look at the baby better.Seemingly sensing her mother's distress, the baby continued to wail loudly.He felt a little sick. What if Kakashi never returned to see her?Genma who lost his father before ever knowing him knew very well what life was like growing up fatherless; the thought of this innocent little girl growing up the way he did truly made him sick to his stomach.He reached with his healthy hand and gently stroked the baby's reddened cheeks. Sakura looked up at him with tearful pleading eyes.The brown-haired man wasn't sure what she wanted him to say but he swallowed thickly and whispered, "He'll come back to see her... I'm sure."Why did she believe his words was beyond him. But she stopped crying and that's all he cared about at the moment.Then she gave him a tiny -dare he say shy- smile, "do you... want to hold her?"Chocolate brown eyes slid from the Pinkette's face to the slowly-calming-down-baby in her arms.She looked so delicate -easily the most fragile thing he'd ever hold.Sakura helped him hold her neck right and— what the heck? she really was tiny.He was afraid of breaking her by simply holding her, that's how frail the baby felt in his arms."What's... what's her name?" He asked, mouth a little dry. Was it fair he got to hold Kakashi's child before him?Sakura worried her lip for a few moments before answering timidly, "Misaki."Genma let out a shaky breath he hadn't realised he was holding, "Hello Misaki-chan... this is... uncle Genma."Tsunade snorted rather rudely from somewhere in the room but he ignored her.Sakura and Shizune chuckled quietly and he stared in fascination as Misaki's mouth opened into a little perfect 'o' and yawned.Holy sh*t, she's adorable.And then Tsunade was taking her out of his arms to clean her.Genma pouted like the seven-year-old he truly is but let go of Misaki and instead gave his bruised hand to Shizune with a miserable 'please.'Kakashi refused to let out a scream of pain as his capturer landed another sharp kick at his bruised stomach.He coughed up blood as he felt his head reel and spin again and again.Five months of this, how much more can he take?That's the worst part, the men that held him hostage had no intentions of ending his life. In fact, they were trying their hardest to make him feel the most intense pain imaginable while keeping him alive.They'd bruise him unrecognisable only to heal him and start over.He knew of course, that if they kept manipulating his cells that way he'd die regardless of their wishes.Everyone probably thought he was dead anyway. And maybe they should -he didn't feel far off that.Poor Sakura, how would she take the news of his unfortunate death?He had no intention of giving up just yet but Kakashi is a realistic man, he knew there was at least a seventy percent chance he won't make it out alive.He also wouldn't depend on the entire remaining thirty percent because knowing his luck, that chance would probably be halved a few times."You're a persistent one, eh?" The hideous man that landed the previous kick snarled in a deep smoker's voice next to his face.Spitting the blood in his mouth he bared his teeth in contempt. "Your... breath... stinks."Another sharp kick to his newly healed ribs cracked them again.The silver-head hissed in pain which earned him a delighted laugh. "Fighting back won't get you anywhere Copy Ninja Kakashi. Where can I find the Itami scroll?"The man was clearly stupid if he thought Kakashi would ever give away information that could harm his home. "My ass."Another kick directed to that same broken rib send waves of agony to every cell in his body.How shameful would it be if he burst into tears? Kakashi could barely believe he's still alive.They had him locked in a rotten cell, gave him one meal a day and interrogated him for about five hours each day before healing him and throwing him back in that same rotten cell.For five months. It was hell.But he had a wife to protect, that bastard would have to burn him alive before he hoped to disclose any information from him."Misaki," Ino cooed at the two months old baby in her arms. "You're so cute baby~"The silver-haired girl cracked open a green eye and yawned cutely."She's so cute!" Ino gushed and tapped Misaki's button nose. "Look at her awww, Mimi you pretty thing."The Pinkette smiled at the blond, her eyes fixing at her daughter who looked more like her father than any kid had the right to at two months old.After being thrown into the same cell for the two-hundred-forty-third time, Kakashi has managed to successfully dig a small hole in the thick rock wall.He worked day and night, chipping away at his jail with nothing but a nail he stole off his attacker.He concealed the place with his mattress and a carefully threaded genjutsu.Wasting no time, he pushed out through the narrow space with all his might.Why did he not Chidori his way out? Good question. Why of course because that would set off all hundred-and-twenty enemies in the area.Kakashi Hatake is strong, but he is no god.He couldn't even begin to hope to defeat roughly one-twenty ninjas at once.Coming face to face with the tall forest trees, he nearly let out a few tears of relief at seeing the world once more.He had roughly eight hours before they discovered him. Ten if he's lucky.Going back to Konoha was out of the question. It'd take him five days and by then they'd have caught up to him.It left him one choice: Sasuke.He could sense him somewhere in the area, but the Uchiha was hard to track unless he wanted to be found.Thank god he was no longer an a**hole, and actually viewed him as a comrade."Kakashi." The Uchiha greeted with a curt nod upon seeing the copy nin. "You look like sh*t.""Thanks." The silver-head replied dryly. "...I need your help-""Capturing the ones that did this to you." The Uchiha finished for him. "Lead the way.""Hold up a second," Kakashi said with an impatient sigh. "There's over a hundred and twenty of them. They're after the Itami scroll-""I've been tracking them for a while, I know who they are. Just not where they are. So if you'd be kind enough to lead me there." Sasuke cut him off once more."Sasuke," Kakashi said as he leveled him with a hard stare. "I said there's a hundred and twenty of them.""No biggie." The Uchiha smirked at him. "I know a few people who can help us -besides, who said anything about knocking the front door? We're going undercover sensei.""What is she doing?" Genma asked Sakura when Misaki bit his shoulder with non-existent teeth."Her teeth are coming out," Sakura said a little sympathetically. "She bites at things because they're irritating her."Genma let out a gasp and feigned surprise as he pried Misaki off him. "Is that true Misaki? Is mama raising a little cutie monster?"The silver-haired infant reached blindly for the cloth covering his hair and nearly punched his eye out with her tiny fists. "Careful boo."Sakura laughed when Misaki giggled in glee as she successfully ripped the dark blue material off Genma's head in her second attempt and started chewing on it."Not nice, baby girl." Genma pouted. "I just washed this yesterday."That made Sakura laugh harder. It was nice seeing her laugh -but Genma wasn't sure if it was because she finally accepted Kakashi's death or if she truly believed he is coming back.Or maybe being a mother is so time-consuming she didn't think about it much. He didn't know.Tenzou walked into the jounin room for the first time in six months."Huh?" He blinked at Misaki in Genma's arms, stupefied. "Is that... yours and Kakashi's love child?""Ha ha ha," Genma laughed humourlessly. "You wish buddy. This is Sakura's daughter."Tenzou's mouth fell open, "oh, I had no idea! Congratulations... I have some news.""Shoot," Genma said. Misaki giggled at the noise.The brown-haired man crossed his eyes at her and she clapped wildly at him, giggling joyfully.Tenzou tried to ignore the adorable scene as he spoke. "We believe Kakashi-senpai is nearby."Sakura mouth fell open and she jumped to her feet in an instant. "Where?!"Tenzou stared wide-eyed at the feverish look in her eyes. "At the outskirt of Konoha. Sasuke's hawk just came in with a letter -the handwriting perfectly matches Kakashi's."Sakura was already grabbing her weapon pouch off the shelf. "Genma. Keep an eye on Misaki."And with that she ran out, leaving both Genma and Tenzou gobsmacked and worried."I..." Tenzou trailed off. "Am going after her."Genma hurriedly shooed him off, getting up with Misaki perched up on his hip, "Hurry and go, I'll get Tsunade-sama."Tenzou gave a sharp nod and disappeared out of the door."Alright Mimi, we're going to see obaa-san." Genma muttered to the infant as he grabbed his weapon pouch and magically fastened it with one hand."Opa," Misaki giggled again."You know, kid? I fail to understand how you're so giggly when your father has a face as devoid of emotion as a baboon's ass.""Aas," Misaki clapped happily and Genma nearly dropped her in horror, calling Tsunade becoming secondary in the span of two seconds."No no no Misaki-chan, bad girl, don't say that!""Aas!""I'm so dead."Trees flashed by as she breezed through the forest, her senses on high alert, searching for his chakra signature -searching for Sasuke's and Pakkun's, anything linked to the copy nin.She could hear the heavy thudding of her heartbeat in her ears; could feel adrenaline coursing through her veins; and mostly she could feel her stomach twisting into multiple knots.A year and three months without a word. A part of her was sure she'll dissolve into tears upon seeing him. Even if he wasn't hurt, if he as much as said a word she was sure she'll cry.She missed his voice, his touch, his arms, his face -everything about him. She missed falling asleep next to him and waking up to his mask-less smiles."Kakashi!" She called, as loudly as her lungs would allow her. "Kakashi!"Her voice rang through the forest and echoed past her as she continued to race forward."Sakura?"She whirled around to find Sasuke approaching her, bloodied and bruised.Her heart fell. "Where's he?""Where's who?""Kakashi.""I'm... here." She jumped at the sound of his voice and nearly passed out when he moved around Sasuke. "'M here Sak."This better not be an illusion or else someone's gonna die a painful death; She thought vehemently as she flung herself at him, pulling him into a bone-crushing embrace. "You f***ing, f***ing stupid, idiot. Stupid, you're so stupid oh god, sh*t, I missed you, f***, you're so stupid.""Maa Sakura, you can't insult me and miss me at once..." he smiled into her raspberry smelling hair that he missed so deeply."Shut up, idiot!" She cried into his neck, her shoulders trembling with the force of her sobs, "god, I thought you were dead."He let her cry it out and took joy in watching Sasuke squirm uncomfortably from behind her.She loosened her bone-crushing hold on him, ripped his torn mask off his face and smashed their lips together in a hungry desperate kiss, not even phased by his beard."Okaaaay. I'm leaving." Sasuke grimaced, turning around on his heel and stalking away, "see you at home."Kakashi laughed against Sakura's mouth, the tension in his body strong enough to cripple a country but her hold on him steadied him -empowered him. He was home right there in her arms."Are you okay?"Was he okay? Yes. Yes he was. He was holding her in his arms; she's breathing, he's breathing. That's all he needed to be okay."Few broken ribs..." He told her but she was already moving a green palm across his body, checking his injuries and deciding their severity, healing them a little as she went."I need to go see Tsunade." He told her, prying her glowing hands off him. "The sooner I'm done with her, the sooner I can come home."Sakura nodded once, "but first... I have something to tell you.""What is it?" He asked a little worriedly, hoping she haven't moved on in his absence or anything like that."There's someone waiting for us at home."Oh god, she did move on, didn't she?"Who...?" He asked weakly, feeling his heart sink to his stomach ."Someone I love more than the entire world... someone I love as much as I love you." She whispered, her green eyes glinting with something he had no name for.His heart sunk further down. "Oh.""Her name is Misaki.""...her?" Kakashi asked in confusion. As far as he knew, Sakura wasn't into girls."Mhmm... it's a girl." She said with a happy grin.Kakashi was very confused then but Sakura continued, "She's six months old—""Sakura, what are you talking about?" Kakashi demanded, his heart nearly jumping out of his throat in anticipation."Your daughter silly." She laughed musically, beautifully -in the way he loved and missed so dearly.Kakashi froze when her words half registered in his hazy mind, "my...what?""Daughter," she repeated, obviously enjoying herself.Kakashi on the other hand felt like he might pass out as he repeated her words, incredulously, testing the way they sounded rolling off his tongue. "My daughter.""Well, our daughter," Sakura corrected. "She looks so much like you."Kakashi blinked rapidly, like that might make his brain processes the information faster. "We have a baby." He repeated, sounding dumbfounded."Mhmmmmm," his wife hummed in content. "Let's go see Tsunade so you could meet her, yeah?"He gave a silent nod."Kakashi," Tsunade said, sounding relieved at the sight of him. "I'm so glad you're alive.""Me too," he said, sounding and feeling weary."Sit down, let me heal you properly." Tsunade ordered and before he had the chance to protest, pushed him down so that he was seated on the red couch in her office."You look like death," she commented."I feel like death." He deadpanned but she cracked a smile."You won't feel so bad when I'm done with you, I promise." She assured him as she slipped a green hand beneath his shirt and across his hard chest and then turned her face to look at Sakura. "Genma's in the cafeteria with Misaki, go get her before he teaches her anything else.""Teaches her what?" Her tone turned dangerous at the end, sending a chill down both Kakashi's and Tenzou's -who got here a few moments ago- spines.Kakashi nearly forgot how scary his wife is. Jeez.Tsunade wearily cleared her throat. "Just get her and... go home or something.""Wait—" Kakashi started to protest but Sakura was already gone like a cool breeze in a hot summer and so he turned to complain to Tsunade instead. "I want to see her.""You were gone for a year and three months. You can wait an extra hour." Tsunade reasoned she she healed his broken arm. "You can't hold her if your bones are broken."Kakashi grumbled miserably and slumped back in his seat like a little kid who's candy was stolen.He's going go give Tsunade exactly one hour to patch up his body."What does she look like?" He asked Tenzou on their way to his home. He could barely wait much longer to see Misaki but his newly healed body refused to cooperate with him and instead slowed him down."She has your hair." Tenzou shrugged. That's all he remembered from glimpsing the child when he broke the news of Kakashi's return to Sakura.Kakashi stopped mid-stride but was fast to overcome his shock and jog after Tenzou. "My hair?""Yeah." Tenzou confirmed with a nod, "styled into a little ponytail.""She's only six months old right? How does she have enough hair to be styled into a ponytail?" Kakashi asked, a little incredulous."She's your daughter, what'd you expect?""I don't have that much hair." Kakashi protested but was cut off by Tenzou."Oh, yes you do. Anyway, we're here."Kakashi swallowed thickly as he stopped in front of his apartment's creamy door. He hasn't been here in over a year.He could hear an infant's loud giggles from beyond the door and it made his heart skip a beat.It felt like a dream as he knocked the door -like some twisted prank. It was hard to believe he was a father and he doubted he would before he saw his so-called daughter.Sakura opened the door with a bright smile and yanked him in, "Hey dear, bye Tenzou!"Kakashi's sight immediately fell at the little child crawling on the floor and suddenly he was too tongue-tied to comment on how rude it is to slam doors in people's faces.His mouth dried a bit as bright green eyes looked at him from across the room.The silver-head was scared of making any unexpected moves that might scare away the baby, but she seemed fascinated by his presence as she crawled her way to his feet and dropped on her butt with a quiet thud.Wide green eyes peered curiously at him from beneath thick pretty lashes.There was no questions. Misaki was definitely his daughter -he'd know she's his from a mile away.Her unique silver hair and bright green eyes screamed 'I'm Kakashi's and Sakura's daughter.'He carefully crouched down in front of her, his lip quivering as he reached to ruffle her thick hair.She smiled around her pink pacifier and reached to grasp at his pinky in her hair with her small fist.Kakashi burst into ugly tears against his well and it seemed to confuse the little girl because she held onto his hand and pushed herself up onto her feet so that she was level with his face.He supported her weight with shaky hands to prevent her from falling and watched with wide glassy eyes as she rubbed the salty liquid droplets off his face and offered him her pacifier -like it might stop his tears.But it only served to make him more emotional and he pulled her tiny body into a tight hug, stood up with her in his arms and pressed kisses all over the side of her face.He could hardly believe his eyes. He had a daughter.It was absolutely ridiculous and wonderful and he wanted to laugh and cry and dance all at once as he pulled Sakura into a tight family embrace and relished the sound of Misaki's giggles in his ears.He's finally home.

— The Blackest Night

06/04/2021 04:46 PM 

Masquerade of True Love

It was a beautiful day in the city of Konoha… It was sunny, not many clouds in the sky so it did not seem like it would rain on the city today so that was a plus for many. Why it would be a plus for many? Well, that is because tonight, would be the Masquerade Dance. Many people, some from far and wide come to Konoha for this dance, one that only happens once a year. Many people, say that they find their true love at this dance, for one way or another, there has always been someone to fall in love and have their happily ever afters from this dance.Though, there are also some break ups though, the dance, is also known to be ‘The Masquerade of True Love’. It was a rather odd way to find the one for you, but perhaps it was the way the dance was done, for the masks always hid a person’s face, allowing the one they are with to see the true meaning of ‘inner beauty’ before claiming their love is based on outer appearances.That was what the dance was all about… finding true love, based on their inner beauty… and that is where the story shall take place…Looking out the window of her family’s home, was a woman with long blue hair with two locks framing her hair as others had liked to declare ‘a princess hair style’ though she wasn’t sure about that. Her pale eyes with hints of lavender seemed sad, over the years, she has had many other boyfriends but sadly, they had only seen her for her outer appearance and it always made her sad. Was that all she was good for? To look good? That was all she would be worth for she figured, after all, everyone that she had ever dated always said how good she looked and always made comments about her looks rather than her personality or what she wore. The worst part? They always stared at her breasts.Shaking her head, the young woman stretched her arms above her head as she thought that maybe it was best that she was alone, if no one could accept her for who she is, then what was the point in finding love? It just… the way it was meant to be after all. Breathing gently, the young woman pushed herself up from her seat and made her way over to the kitchen and started to make herself something to snack on, hoping that it would give her something to eat.It was nice that she decided to spend her vacation at her parent’s home, wanting to help out though, also to get away from her home. Her last boyfriend would no doubt try to get her back because of her ‘perfect beauty’ though, she highly doubted that. He only wanted her body and image, nothing more. It was… her… that he wanted.Sighing softly, the young woman wanted to think to the boy that she first met when she was a child. She was trying to get home from her first day of school and got lost. She had found herself at the riverside, which was a place that she knew wasn’t near her home and broke down crying. A boy had found her; he was playing nearby since he lived in the neighbourhood. He felt bad for her and knew how to get her back home.At the time, Hinata had been shy and couldn’t say anything, or at least she was very shy when it came to strangers and boys. He had managed to get her home though before she could thank him, he had ran off… and she never saw him again. Not even asking for anything in return, he was a selfless person, only thinking about others and not wanting anything but then again, he, like her, was a child at that point of time. It made her wonder if she would ever see him again though at the same time she didn’t think fate would be so kind to her for that.Shaking her head, the young woman knew that she would have to try to get out of this funk. There was just no point in trying to keep her thoughts on the past. That boy was never going to be seen again because it was most likely that he moved away after that point in time and… there was just no point in trying to think about it anyway.Looking back out the window, Hinata wondered what her life would be like if she did find the one for her… the one that could connect to her soul and that saw true inner beauty? That would make her life perfect no doubt though, was there such a thing in the first place? She couldn’t really be sure of such a thing. Though that was nothing but a dream, a dream that would never come true for her…Yawning into the back of her hand, the young woman grabbed a nutrition bar before making her way over to the living room to watch a movie. There had to be something good on that would cheer her up even if it was just a little bit. Looking up at the TV, she saw a kid’s movie coming on but shrugged her shoulders as she started to watch it. After all, it was the weekend and not a lot of things were really on the weekend so what was the point in not watching a movie even if it was mostly for kids in the first place? Though, just as she was getting into it, the phone started to ring…“Ah man…” she whispered before pushing herself up from her seat and made her way over to the cordless phone. “Hello, Hyuuga Residence…” She said into the receiver. Hinata wasn’t really sure who would be calling her at a time like this though she figured that maybe it was for her parents…“Hinata, it’s your father…” Oh, it was her father though, why was he calling? Couldn’t he tell her whatever it was when he got back from his trip? “Listen, I know I was supposed to go to that dance tonight but I can’t make it so tell your mother when she gets home and you go in my place will you?” He didn’t sound angry but he did sound a little displeased with missing that dance. It was something that he and her mother had gone to every year and not once have they missed it.“But… I’m not one for dances father…” she whispered softly.“I know Hinata, but you need to get out of the house and meet other people. Besides, maybe some culture would be good for you… Not to mention, everyone will be wearing masks remember? They won’t know who you are and not to mention, the whole ‘do not remove your masks until midnight’ you can easily leave before then so you wouldn’t have to.” Okay, he had a point there though it still had her a little nervous with going… Her parents had wanted her to go to that dance for a long time, or at least when she had turned eighteen years old but she had always refused…Maybe he was right, maybe she should go. People wouldn’t know who she was because of the mask and she didn’t have to give her full name so that was something. Letting out a deep breath, the young woman calmly said “alright father, I’ll go… I’ll go get a mask and a dress.”After chatting with her father for a bit, Hinata hung up and went to the table and grabbed her purse and made her way out of the house and to the store for her dress, and some items to make her mask. Though she just prayed that the mask turned out okay, that was the only thing that she wanted… though she was also thankful for that art degree that she had on her wall but it had also been a very long time since she did anything artistic… well, never too late to get back into it right?***Wiping the sweat from her brow as she sat at her desk, she didn’t think that she would get it done in time but it looked great. Smiling the young woman carefully set the mask down on her desk as she decided to let the glue dry off before getting up from her seat and made her way over to her closet as she double checked her dress to make sure that it would fit properly since she had only tried it on once at the store before purchase. “I’m just over thinking this…” muttered Hinata before hearing her cell phone ring.Reaching into her pocket and fishing it out, she pressed it to her ear as she said “hello?”“Hinata! I heard that you’re going to the dance this year!” shouted a woman’s voice on the other end. Hinata had to pull the phone away from her ear as she heard her best friend squeal with excitement, another person that had been trying to get her to go to the dance for a long time. It was amazing just how many people had wanted her to go to the dance.“Father couldn’t make it back and he didn’t want the ticket to go to waste so he gave it to me since Hanabi is at college still.” Which was true, there wasn’t much she could do about her sister being away so she was the last choice. Inhaling softly, she ran a hand through her hair as she added “but yeah I’ll be going. I’ll be wearing purple and lavender at the dance if you are gonna be looking for me.”“Of course Hinata! Sasuke and I are going to and knowing him he’ll wear something black and I’ll be wearing something pink and red!” Hinata heard Sakura’s giggling before adding “are you going with your boyfriend?”“I dumped him Sakura, Kabuto was just into my looks just like any other guy…” Hinata said with a sad sigh. It was amazing that Sakura didn’t know about that, but then again it made sense since the blue haired woman hadn’t really told anyone about her dumping the creepy grey haired man with his weird and creepy stare.“Good, he was no good for you… say, Hinata… Sasuke is also bringing his best friend… his friend will be going alone as well so… if something comes up can you keep his friend company? Please?” asked Sakura. Okay, it was rare for Sasuke to bring friends of his anywhere, so unless he hadn’t seen his friend for a long time and the poor soul had come at a bad time or Sasuke just wanted his friend to deal with the dance as much as he did since Hinata knew, for a fact that Sasuke hated going to that dance.“Alright, so long as Sasuke’s friend doesn’t try anything…”“It’s no problem at all Hinata! I swear if anything happens you know how I handle problems.”Oh yeah, she knew that hands down, the last person to get on Sakura’s bad side, was sent to the hospital with just about every bone in his body broken and his skin almost fully black and blue. It was amazing that the poor guy was still alive to be honest but Sakura was never one to kill anyone no matter the reason behind it. “Alright…” Hinata said, honestly she wondered how she would always end up being roped into all of this… Maybe she was just that soft hearted or something.Chatting with her best friend for a little while longer, Hinata calmly asked “so, what kind of mask are you planning to wear?” she was a little curious as to what she would be wearing though it was still puzzling for the whole dance to be honest because to be honest there may be other people that would be wearing the same colours as she would.“Well, it isn’t going to be anything special, it’ll just be a red mask with pink feathers on the side, it’ll only go around my eyes and a bit over my nose, nothing special. As for Sasuke, he’s gonna be wearing some kind of raven mask… I think it’s because it’s black like his outfit.”Of course, Sasuke was wearing black, and that meant everything so that only made sense after all. The man was in some sense almost like a goth, though only in wearing the colour black just about every day unless it was too hot then he would wear some brighter colours just so he wouldn’t over heat. Hinata laughed a little bit as she calmly said “Sakura… do you think I’ll have fun at this dance?” she was a little worried, there hadn’t really been a good history of her having any kind of fun at a dance before so it had her a little nervous at that.“I’m sure you’ll have fun Hinata, hell I bet you would even find the one for you. After all, you know what they say about that dance right? There has always been couples being made at that dance for those who are single, and I just know that you’ll find him. After all, people will only see you in a mask until midnight when you remove the mask and it is also all about inner beauty.” Sakura said, her voice sounding happy and sure of herself. She was positive that the blue haired woman would have a blast…“Oh, what kind of mask are you wearing Hinata?” asked Sakura.“Oh, it’ll be a purple cat mask.” She said with a smile, she wasn’t sure why but cats had always been one of her favourite animals even though she doesn’t own one. Though, that could also be because her apartment didn’t allow pets in the least. Though maybe at some point, she would get a new pet when she can get a new apartment then she could though that was if it was in her budget after all…“Oh a cat mask! That should be interesting! I hope to see it in its full glory Hinata! Oh! I have to go, I gotta cook dinner before Sasuke gets home, he’s working a bit late and he wants to eat before heading to the dance. Bye!” with that, Sakura hung up and left Hinata to her own thoughts. Well, it made sense that Sakura would want to make something for her and Sasuke to eat though she just hoped that she would be able to eat before she left, sadly her stomach was in knots… Must be because she was even more nervous than before since she had agreed to keep Sasuke’s friend company… whoever that was anyway.Looking back at her dress, she went to work to make a few adjustments… If she wanted to prove herself about inner beauty, she may as well change a few things about the dress to at least… show something off but not too revealing in the least…***Breathing deeply, Hinata sat in her car for a moment after parking at the dance. The grand hall that would host the dance every year was full of lights and beautiful music it made her wonder if it was like a dream. Breathing deeply, she looked over and grabbed the cat mask that she had made. It took a lot of time but it was perfect. It was purple with lavender jewels that stretched out from the left cheek, thinning out as it made its way over the left eye hole and curled itself downward just over the left eyebrow almost resembling a wave.As for the right side of the mask, it was the same, though coming down from the right side of the forehead, making its way downward over the right eye hole and curling itself over the right cheek. The nose was a light lavender to make it pop out so to speak, as were the inside of the triangle cat ears.Turning it over, she had a simple purple ribbon to tie it behind her head just so she could tie it and, to make sure it was fastened properly on her head to not reveal who she is. Smiling, she slipped the mask on, her hair of course she kept down though curled it a little at the ends to at least make her a little more presentable. Giggling softly, the young woman stepped out of the car as she looked up at the hall.Gulping a bit, Hinata was starting to have second thoughts about the whole thing… and about her outfit. Her dress was purple of course with a side split that made its way up her leg ending at her thigh. Lavender of course was added in beautiful swirls that in a way made patterns to resemble flowers around the bottom of the dress. Also, the dress was a little figure hugging around her hips though not overly so, and the dress was sleeveless and hugged her chest just right where it wouldn’t tear, or fall off of her.To complete her outfit, she wore purple heels that weren’t too high, or too low but the proper height so she wouldn’t fall over or to make her overly tall. Inhaling softly yet deeply, the young woman made her way into the hall hoping that she wouldn’t make herself to look like a fool that was something that she didn’t want to have to deal with, at least not at the moment. Even though no one would even know it was her, she still didn’t want to risk it in case someone other than her friends knew that it was her.Taking a look around, she saw a variety of masks, all of them brightly coloured or some of them dark. Some just covered part of the face around the eyes while some covered just about the whole face. There were even some like hers that only covered part of the face. It had her curious as to where Sasuke and Sakura were… were they here yet? Or were they waiting for Sasuke’s friend? She had no idea though she hoped, prayed that they would be here soon…It made her nervous to know that they hadn’t arrived yet since after all, they were the only people that she knew that were coming to the dance. Panic swept through her for a brief moment so she decided to make her way over to the wall near the buffet, knowing Sakura she would want a nice drink when they arrive so what better way to meet with them than to wait by the buffet… oh wait, that would make her a wall flower wouldn’t it?“Oh well…” she whispered, her voice lost to the sound of the music anyway. It wasn’t like anyone could hear her in the first place. Taking a gaze around, the young woman wondered where they could be… what was taking them so long anyway? “I hope they’re okay…” whispered Hinata, her eyes filled with worry and concern for her friends. It was as if there was always something that would make things a little complicated for her though she just couldn’t be sure what it was that would cause all of this for her to only make her life all that more complicated.Looking down at the floor, shoulders slumped as she tried to keep herself occupied, really she would want to do just about anything to keep herself from being bored though no matter what she just couldn’t think on what she should do or think for that matter. After all, her mind kept on going back to her friends and her concern came right back slamming itself into her chest. ’I have to stop thinking like this, they are just fine, I know they are!’ thought the blue haired woman as she tried to get herself under control. There was nothing that should have her thinking like this.Shaking her head gently, the young woman closed her eyes for a brief moment as she thought back of happy memories… though that boy came rushing back into her mind once more… Why was he in his mind lately? It was as if her mind could only think back to that boy when he had helped her home… why though? She hadn’t thought of him all that much in years, at least not since she went in high school when she had accepted that she would never see him again… so why now of all times?’I must be losing my mind or… I miss him now… really miss him…’ the young woman thought before frowning a little. It seemed that her mind wanted to be cruel to her as well now, oh how fate was cruel to her to have her own mind to be doing this to her. Rolling her head to her shoulder, Hinata wondered if he would leave her mind by tomorrow, that would be nice… just thinking about him didn’t even make any kind of sense for the young woman in the least…“What are you doing all the way over here?” asked a new voice. Causing Hinata to look up in confusion, at first thinking that it was Sasuke though it was a mystery man… He wore an orange dress shirt. It was simple but at the same time she felt that it suited him… He also wore a pair of black dress pants, again nothing fancy though it seemed that he was out of his element so to speak. He kept moving side to side, shifting his feet in his black dress shoes… The man’s stance otherwise said he was sure of himself… though when she looked up and saw his eyes, she could see that he was nervous about being here…Now that she had a better look, the mask he wore resembled a fox. It was orange with the inside of the ears being black, around the eyes were also black… Swirls of red around the cheeks which made her think of flames. Though she had also noticed that the mask even covered the top of his head and from what she could see, cover his hair entirely. She didn’t know what colour of hair he had…“Ms? Are you okay?” asked the man with a frown, the only part of his face that she could see to be honest, from his mouth and down, was all she could see of his face since even his nose was covered by the mask.“Yes, I’m okay, just waiting for my friends. I’m kind of worried about them though… I think something happened to them.” Hinata whispered softly.The man smiled as he said “well, my friends are outside trying to find a parking space so… maybe we can just spend some time together while we wait? It beats being alone right?” The man had a point, and it wasn’t like he could do anything right? After all, they were in a public place so there wouldn’t be any chances of anything happening right? Leaning against the wall for a moment, Hinata wondered who this guy was waiting for to find a parking space… it would be nice to know, maybe she knew them? Nah, it wasn’t her business anyway…“So, I’m Naruto, what’s your name?” asked Naruto.“I’m… I’m Hinata.” She whispered softly.“It’s nice to meet you Hinata.” Naruto said with a chuckle before holding his hand out to shake hers. The young woman was a little nervous shaking his hand though she smiled a little before giving him her hand only to blush when he kissed the back of it. Okay, either he was trying to be a gentleman or he was trying to impress her… Though, it was nice to see someone be a gentleman for sure though it was still new for her. “Sorry, my parents have always told me when I go to the dance that I should treat woman with the utmost respect.” He chuckled a little before adding “though, it wasn’t like I didn’t before anyway.”“Okay, that makes a bit of sense.” She said with a soft smile. Though it was still hard to say if he was really telling the truth… but, his eyes… they shined with nothing but the truth. Maybe it was true that the eyes are a gateway to the soul and this man, Naruto, his soul was as pure as the ocean that his eyes resembled… Hinata blushed a little more before looking away; she didn’t even know why she was being so shy… Hell, the more she looked at his eyes, the more she felt like… she’s met him before.The man just smiled at Hinata as he asked “you’re not used to a guy treating you properly huh?” That, of course had caused Hinata to look up in shock, how did he know that? Naruto took a deep breath as he said “you just had this air about you I guess you could say. I can easily sense that you weren’t treated properly…” He frowned a little before letting go of her hand, forgetting that he had still been holding onto it. “I’m sorry…”“It… it’s okay don’t worry about it.” Hinata whispered softly before leaning against the wall once again. She didn’t think that he would be able to notice that, was she that easy to read or was it about the whole ‘air around her’ thing that he said he could sense. Sure, she knew some people could sense that about some people, that was how it was… Or maybe she really was just that easy to read like she thought she was. Shaking her head, the young woman tried to get herself to calm down though she couldn’t be sure of it.Naruto shifted a bit where he stood, his hands dug in his pockets as if he was trying to think of something else to talk about. It seemed that he was just as nervous about being here as she was… “Ya know…” Hinata whispered softly, “I never really come to these things. I never bothered to come here because I always thought that it was… stupid. I know about the stories here but I never believed them.”Naruto turned to stare at her as he tilted his head at her. “Why is that Hinata?” asked the young man with a frown.Hinata turned her gaze upward at Naruto as she said “I always believe in seeing a person from the inside so to speak. I believe in being with a person by the beauty of their soul. To me, their appearance means nothing… To find something like that through the dance, it makes sense but at the same time… does it really work that way? How can you really be sure… if that person is your soul mate if they could very well be some kind of killer?” Shaking her head, she looked back at the floor as she said “I’m sorry, I’m not trying to judge you… I guess it’s just…”“It’s because you have been treated poorly and people only liked you for your looks am I right?” asked Naruto, it was as if he knew how she felt. Taking a look up at the fox masked man, Hinata couldn’t believe his words…  “I know how that feels Hinata… I’ve been through that myself. In high school, girls would throw themselves at me and I wouldn’t really care though… the girlfriends that I had, they only liked me for my looks and nothing more.” He sighed softly before leaning against the wall with a sad smile. “Looks, appearances, they are nothing but a curse sometimes.” He understood… he… he really understood?Soon, music started to play in the background. Hinata looked up and blinked in shock when the soft music played… Naruto chuckled softly before turning around and held out his hand to the blue haired woman as he asked “Hinata, may I have this dance?” She didn’t think that he would want to dance with her, though… maybe it was god for her to at least dance to one song. It would be fun… She smiled happily before giving Naruto her hand as he escorted her to the dance floor…Once in a whileYou are in my mindI think about the days that we hadAnd I dream that these would all come back to meIf only you knew every moment in timeNothing goes on in my heartJust like your memoriesHow I want here to be with youOnce moreNaruto gently held Hinata close to his chest, holding onto her left hand, his free hand on her waist. As for Hinata, her right hand rested on Naruto’s shoulder, she didn’t think it would be much of a dance since it was nothing more than a slow song though… she had to truthful; the song was beautiful for sure. Naruto held onto her gently, it was as if he was worried about hurting her, though… for some reason she doubted that. Looking up at the masked man, the two swayed to the music, no real movements really to be honest… it was as if they were mostly just trying to enjoy each other’s company than anything else.Hinata never knew that something like this could be real… she never thought that she would enjoy to dance with someone, though maybe because in the past her boyfriends would just be throwing her around as if she was some kind of rag doll… Naruto though, he was trying to be as gentle as he could.You are always gonna be the oneAnd you should knowHow I wish I could have never let you goCome into my life againOh, don't say noYou are always gonna be the one in my lifeSo true, I believe I can never findSomebody like youMy first loveStaring at his eyes, Hinata saw some kind of hidden emotion within the blue depths, she couldn’t really be sure what they were trying to say, though there was something there… something… it was searching her own eyes as if trying to get her to know something but, the young woman couldn’t really say for sure what it could be… Was there some kind of hidden meaning for Naruto to want to dance with her?Naruto gave her a gentle smile as he said “you are very light on your feet Hinata.” He chuckled gently having dipped her back, his face inches from hers as if he was going to kiss her… In fact, his eyes looked as if he really did want to kiss her but he pulled himself back from doing just that… Pulling her upright once more, Naruto turned with Hinata, just settling for holding her close to his chest. That seemed to be enough for him for now…Once in a whileYou are in my dreamsI can feel the warmth of your embraceAnd I pray that it will all come back to meIf only you knew every moment in timeNothing goes on in my heartJust like your memoriesAnd how I want here to be with youOnce moreYeah, yeah, yeah“Naruto… why did you come to this dance?” asked Hinata with a hint of curiosity. Naruto just stared at her for a moment; his eyes seemed sad… as if what she said had upset him though he closed his eyes for a brief moment and held her a little closer.“I moved back to this town to find someone… I didn’t know if she still lived in this town or not but a friend of mine said that she did and I wanted to look for her.” He chuckled a little before adding “I know this sounds silly, but when I was a kid, I helped this girl get back home though I didn’t have time to make sure she got inside okay since I had to head back home because my family was moving away from Konoha back to my mother’s home town to be with her family since they weren’t faring well.” He looked up for a moment, as if trying to think of something to add to the story before opening his eyes once again. “I had always thought of that girl… I guess you could say, she was my first love… I had only thought about her and no one else for that matter, even my past girlfriends had wanted to know why I didn’t pay attention to them when I told them I loved someone else, and that they only liked me for my looks.” He let out a soft sigh as he whispered “though I don’t think she remembers me…”You will always be inside my heartAnd you should knowHow I wish I could have never let you goCome into my life againPlease don't say noNow and forever you are still the oneIn my heartSo true, I believe I could never findSomebody like youMy first loveOh...oh...Taking a deep breath, Hinata laid her head on his chest as she said “I’m sorry Naruto… I hope that she remembers you. I bet she’s thinking of you right now.” Naruto shook his head, causing the young woman to look up at him in confusion and shock. Why would he think that she wasn’t thinking about him? After all, if he was as nice as a kid as he is now, then why wouldn’t she remember him in the first place? Was the girl even worth it? No, she was the one that held Naruto’s heart and she knew that, she could see the love he had in his eyes for that girl…“Let’s say, she hasn’t given any sign of remembering me as of yet, though I hope to see that by tonight.” He chuckled a little before they went back to saying with the music. It seemed that he wanted to distract himself with the music, and she wasn’t going to stop him from that, at least not at the moment. Whoever this girl was, Hinata hoped that she brought Naruto a lifetime of joy and happiness, for that was something that he deserved.You are always gonna be the oneAnd you should knowHow I wish I could have never let you goCome into my life againOh, don't say noYou will always gonna be the oneSo true, I believe I could never findNow and foreverHinata looked up at Naruto, she was about to move away from him until Naruto’s hold on her tightened a bit. “May I… have one last dance Hinata? Please? Just one more dance…” She didn’t know why he wanted one last dance, but the way he sounded, it almost sounded like he was… pleading with her. But why? Why would he want to dance with her just one more time? Shouldn’t he be looking for that girl that he had fallen for? It didn’t make sense to her though, she would happily accept…“Alright, one last dance Naruto.” She said with a smile before she looked over at the band as they started to set up for the next song that was by someone’s special request.The music was simple really, she didn’t think that it wouldn’t be much of a slow song like the last one though, Hinata couldn’t help but smile. This was one of her favourite songs and it was something that she could really enjoy dancing too. Giggling softly, she looked up at Naruto as she asked “you sure you wanna dance to this? It’s more of a girl’s song than anything.” Though, the look he gave her was serious, he wanted to dance with her, because… wait did he see how happy she was to have heard this song? Was that it?We were both young when I first saw you.I close my eyes and the flashback starts:I'm standing there on a balcony in summer air.Naruto gave Hinata soft and gentle smile as he walked along the dance floor with the blue haired woman. Twirled with her as he wanted to make sure that she had the time of her life. Though, Hinata had to admit, the way he danced with her was very gentle, wanting to make sure that she had as much fun as he did when they danced. He was really different than the other boys that she had seen in her life… He hadn’t made a comment about her figure; something that she had to admit made her happy though it was still curious… was he… no, it was still too soon for her to make any kind of judgement about him…That was just the way it was right? After all, she had only just met him and yet, it felt like they have met before, somewhere that she couldn’t remember… or at least that she couldn’t recall. Looking up at him, his gaze was nothing but gentle, with no motive other than to make her happy and to enjoy herself…See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns.See you make your way through the crowdAnd say, "Hello, "Little did I know...Carefully, Naruto lifted his hand from her waist and carefully lifted her hand from his shoulder. Was he trying to remove her from his presents? No, his gaze was still kind and gentle… He was trying to prepare them for something… wait, did he know this song as well. Her answer was a smile on his face that was bright as the sun, causing the young woman to blush softly under her mask. It was amazing that his smile could do something like that…That you were Romeo, you were throwing pebbles,And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet"And I was crying on the staircaseBegging you, "Please don't go"And I said...He chuckled a little; Hinata wondered what he would be laughing at now… “I hope you don’t mind a little more of a quick pace Hinata.” Naruto said with that big smile before he started to prepare himself for the next verse, just what would cause him to go a little quicker from the movements that were going? Was he just trying to have her have a little bit of fun on this dance even more than before?"Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone.I'll be waiting; all that's left to do is run.You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess,It's a love story, baby, just say, 'Yes.'"Twirling Hinata around his body, Naruto quickly pulled her close to his chest and dipped the young woman close to the ground. Hinata blinked in shock at the movement that he did though the young woman smiled all the more as Naruto pulled her close to his chest, he held onto her hand once again and had his arm around her waist as he held out their hand as he took what could be resembled as hopping steps and twirled themselves around in circles, causing Hinata to laugh in joy.So I sneak out to the garden to see you.We keep quiet 'cause we're dead if they knewSo close your eyes... escape this town for a little while.Oh, oh.Grinning from ear to ear, Naruto wrapped his arm around her shoulders and had one of her legs before lifting her and walking around in a circle. Though the way he held her, he made sure that no one saw anything that she didn’t want to be seen. He was still trying to make sure that she had fun while they danced, that had to say something about the man right? That he was really an amazing man that only cared about those around him instead of himself.Hinata looked up at Naruto, her face bright and filled with joy that she never knew that could have been possible for her in the first place… he was an amazing man that was really something and she wouldn’t deny that.'Cause you were Romeo – I was a scarlet letter,And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet."But you were everything to me,I was begging you, "Please don't go."And I said...Placing her feet back on the ground, Naruto stepped away from Hinata, his arm stretched out as he held onto her hand before pulling her back in a twirling motion with her back pressing against his chest causing her to blush, the young woman could feel his heart pounding in his chest… Was he over working himself or was he very happy? She couldn’t really say, though… she felt happy herself that she could enjoy a dance like this… it was exciting…"Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone.I'll be waiting; all that's left to do is run.You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess.It's a love story, baby, just say, 'Yes.'Twirling her around once more so Hinata could face him, Naruto held Hinata close to his chest as he danced with her once more. Though instead of just taking slow simple steps, they had a bit of a hop to them so to speak. Hinata laughed and followed his lead and before she knew it he dipped her once again getting a laugh from her, for she never expected herself to get any kind of fun from the dance but to be nothing more than a wall flower so to speak. It was amazing; she never knew that she could be this happy in her entire life!Romeo, save me, they try to tell me how to feel.This love is difficult but it's real.Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess.It's a love story, baby, just say, 'Yes.'"Oh, oh.Soon, Hinata found herself pulled back to his chest with his arm around her chest before he pulled at her arm once more causing her to spin on the dance floor a ways away from Naruto and once she found herself to stop spinning, he just stood there, staring at her. Hinata wondered why he would stare at her like that for a moment. His gaze, they were searching her for something, anything really… Why would he stare at her like that?Had she done something wrong or was it something else? Hinata wrapped her arms around herself thinking that he was just going to leave her alone at the dance… Her heart was beating wildly in her chest to the point that it may burst from her very chest…But then, he nodded before taking a few steps back then did a running start, a few flips that turned into him doing cartwheels, then back flips before he landed in front of Hinata, his arm around her shoulders as he dipped her once more, so close to it that she could almost feel the back of her head touching it…I got tired of waitingWondering if you were ever coming around.My faith in you was fadingWhen I met you on the outskirts of town.And I said...Then, the young man pulled her back up, Hinata’s back now pressing against his chest causing her heart to beat wildly within her own chest before she looked up at Naruto’s face as she tried to find any kind of emotion though nothing came to mind."Romeo, save me, I've been feeling so alone.I keep waiting for you but you never come.Is this in my head? I don't know what to think."He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said...Breathing gently, Hinata felt Naruto wrap his one arm around her stomach as they took just simple steps, it was weird to be dancing like this though she wasn’t going to complain about this, and soon she felt Naruto reach for her hand and held it gently within his own. His hand, it was amazing, she could feel the strength in his hand and yet, he was so very gentle, why hadn’t she known that until now? Was he just that careful with his own strength or was it something more? Well, it was hard to tell for sure, he was only trying to make sure that he never hurt her… the gesture that he was doing made it seem like he was trying to protect her from all the danger in the world… it was amazing…"Marry me, Juliet, you'll never have to be alone.I love you, and that's all I really know.I talked to your dad – go pick out a white dressIt's a love story, baby, just say, 'Yes.'"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.Soon, they were both skipping down the dance floor, Naruto holding Hinata carefully as they both smiled and danced. Moving back and forth to be honest as they skipped around on the dance floor, people had stopped and watched the two happy dancers and believed that they were perfect for each other. It was amazing that anyone could be having this much fun at the dance, for all the dances that had been held, they never saw two souls more perfect for each other and that was just so amazing, it was like a fairy tale coming to life…'Cause we were both young when I first saw you...Once the song was over, Naruto looked up at the clock as did Hinata and both saw that it was almost midnight already… Turning back to stare at the fox masked man; he calmly said “I want to go to the gardens… would you… like to join me Hinata?” It would be nice to get some fresh air and… she wanted to spend time with Naruto or at least to spend even more time with the man that… no, she couldn’t really be sure if that had happened… right?Making her way out to the garden, Hinata and Naruto sat down on the bench that would over look at the garden… it was nice, the gardens had some beautiful lights and it made her wonder just how long it had taken the gardeners to get this done… to make it look this beautiful… Though, one thing still bothered her a great deal… “Naruto, why… why did you spend so much time with me? I thought… you wanted to look for that girl that you fell in love with as a child…”Naruto chuckled a little before he turned to stare at her for a brief moment. “I did though Hinata… the girl I fell in love with, I had found her a while ago. Think back on what I had said Hinata… please…” he whispered the last part… Frowning a little, the young woman turned away as she tried to think back on what Naruto had said… he said that he found a little girl… so that had to mean she was lost right? Then he had brought her home but didn’t stay long enough to see her inside- wait…Lifting her head, the young woman turned her head and stared at Naruto with wide eyes… that was… almost like how she met that boy when she was a child. There was no way that it could be him, but… then he said he moved, so that had to explain why she never saw him again after she was brought home right? That just had to mean something!“The little girl had beautiful lavender coloured eyes and short blue hair… not many combinations like that.” Naruto said with a smile. “I wanted to see her again but I couldn’t because my family moved away…” He gave her a gentler smile as he said “she was adorable back then… and the way her eyes looked… it made me think that I could get along with her no problem…”“That… that little girl… it couldn’t have been…”“It was you Hinata… I met you as a kid and got to meet you again.”“But… how did you know I’d be here?”Naruto went silent for a moment before turning away and let out a soft sigh. “I didn’t know I would even find you this quickly. You see, Sasuke and Sakura told me you’d be here when I told them the reason for why I came to town… Sasuke told me that you had light lavender eyes and long blue hair, and that as a child you had it short for a while. So, they dropped me off here while they went to get a parking spot and I guess we kind of missed them when we were dancing.” He looked up at Hinata for a moment as he said “and… when I saw the sadness in your eyes, I knew that I had to cheer you up. I had to get you to smile… to make you happy.”Hearing that made Hinata blushed a little, and blushed a little more when Naruto had grabbed a hold of her hand. “Hinata, I wanted to make tonight special for you… I had heard from Sakura that you had gone through many terrible men in your life that they only cared about your appearance and nothing more. I wanted you to have fun tonight…” He smiled gently before holding her close to his chest. Hinata blushed a little as she tried to calm down her wildly beating heart before taking a deep breath and tried to get herself to calm down…It was rather strange that he would do all of that just to make her happy and that she was the girl that he wanted to meet again, because he had fallen in love with her. Peeking up at him, the young woman asked “but… why did you still love me even as an adult Naruto?” Her voice sounded a little meek, or maybe shy. It was rather odd of course though maybe it was because she was a shy person either way…“Love is a fickle thing Hinata. You can’t help with who you fell in love with… You can’t help with who captures your heart and I just wanted to see you again, to see if you still remembered me… Now, even if you didn’t love me Hinata, I would still want you to be happy nothing more. If you love me, then you do, if not, then I hope you find someone who loves you and treats you with respect, the kind that you deserve.”Hinata blushed darkly before the chime of the clock started to run out throughout the entire hall all the way to the garden. Naruto pushed himself up before pulling Hinata to her feet a little. He smiled as he said “well, it’s time to remove our masks…” His eyes, they shined so brightly, it made her think that was his soul that shined… His soul, it was so pure… the kind of soul that’s he never knew a man could possess… Oh how she wanted to keep looking at his eyes forever and ever…Naruto reached up and carefully grabbed his mask and lifted it from his face then rubbed his hand over his face before he fully removed it. Shaking his wild spiky blonde hair, Naruto opened his eyes as he stared at Hinata. His cheeks had three whisker marks on it, though she found them to look adorable on the man’s handsome face. Looking up, Hinata saw that his face was sturdy, strong with no fat in his face at all what so ever… In fact it almost seemed impossible for him to even have been a child since she saw no form of childish in his expression even though he was all about fun at the sight of his eyes.Hinata couldn’t help but say “your… you’re so handsome… why would you want to be with someone like me?” Sure, Hinata wasn’t about appearances but if someone is handsome, she didn’t feel like she could be worthy of them at all… that she wouldn’t be worthy of that man in the least or to even look at the man. It was something that always made her sad at the thought of it…“Hinata…” the young woman turned her gaze to look up at Naruto, his eyes once again serious as he went on… “I don’t care about your looks, to me; you’re beautiful on the inside. That is the only thing I ever saw when I looked at you, was your inner beauty…”Hinata still seemed nervous about removing her mask, she didn’t look like she would ever remove it so, Naruto asked the blue haired woman if he could remove it for her… and her reply? “Yes…” After setting down his own mask, the blonde haired man reached over and carefully untied the ribbon behind Hinata’s head and slowly removed the mask before staring at the woman as she slowly moved her head to gaze up at Naruto. “I know, I’m not much to look at Naruto…”All he could do was give her a soft smile before reaching out and gently grabbed her hand, pulling her to his chest. “Hinata… you’re beautiful… on the inside, and the outside… your beauty is all around and through you. I would be happy spending every day to make you happy and make sure that you smile for your smile, is brighter than the sun and perfect as the moon.”The only thing Hinata could do was stare at him with wide eyes at his words. Her eyes started to fill up with tears, for that was something that she had always wanted to hear from someone… Or at least someone that wasn’t her best friend or her family. The tears rolled down her cheeks causing Naruto to reach over and gently wipe away her tears with the pad of his thumb. “Hinata, I love you… what do you feel for me…?” asked Naruto.Sniffling, she said “I love you… because see me for more than my appearance…” She wanted to cry, but she didn’t want to make Naruto to feel bad. Lifting her head, the young woman saw Naruto leaning forward, head dipping low as Hinata closed her eyes, lifting her head up as she felt Naruto pressing his lips to hers…Now she finally understood the story about the dance… The masks were to hide yourself so people had to see you for who you are on the inside to see if you had a beautiful soul, or an ugly soul… Naruto had a beautiful soul as he claimed she had a beautiful soul as well. It seemed that the dance had helped her to find her true love after all, for this had only blossomed into a beautiful relationship for the two lovebirds…The End.

۞Sife۞ ᛗDivine King of Atlantisᛪ

06/04/2021 03:12 PM 

Tournament of Proving

Tournament Rules::   Rule 1: A response to the beginning of the match must be within 24 hours. As for the match itself, it must be completed within 72 hours. Rule 2: Fighting to the Death is encouraged. As this tournament is for Council seating. If an opponent has died, they may be revived if they died an honorable death. Rule 3: Once victory is declared, final message will need to be shown to Sife for it to count.   Start Date: June 6th at 1am PDT   Tournament beginning matches: Selic v HowlDraco v KatarinaTobi v DanteLucy v 18Osiris v KumoHellgates v KeiKei

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06/04/2021 11:08 AM 

Thoughts- Drabble

There existed a place in between the living world and Hell, a place of eternal sunset. The land spread out almost infinitely, the landscape dotted with beautiful signs of nature. This was where the Hell Girl lived. Next to a lake and sakura tree stood the traditional style Japanese home, headquarters of the Hell Correspondence. Though beautiful, the land smelt of death and the lake of sulfur, so that whatever living person ends up here knows this is not the paradise they are seeking. This land is not for the living.The home was big enough to house what they needed, rooms for the others to stay in when they wanted their privacy, a room where Ai's "grandmother" would spin yarn, an outdated but still useful computer for when they were contacted, and whatever currently entertained Ai. Currently, her fascination was with marbles, and they littered the floor in the room with the computer.Whether or not it was her grandmother was unclear to her, she had her doubts. Similar thoughts were also echoed in her coworkers; Wanyuudo, Hone, and Ren being more skeptical than Ai. Ai did not remember her grandmother, perhaps she had died when she was just a babe, but they never saw her, she never left her room, the only sign she was there being the shadow cast upon the shoji screen. They had their suspicions that it was merely a way for The Spider to spy on her, but it did not matter to Ai, little mattered to her.Spread across the floor was none other than Ai, dressed in the school uniform she often wore so that she would not draw attention in the human world. Her kimono was more of a weapon than an outfit choice. Her long hair spread around her, and her red eyes watched as she nudged a marble, it gently knocking into a small group of others.Ai's life had been a short one, but she remembered it had been happy before she was seven, even if others looked upon her weird. All that had changed, and this was now the price for her revenge. They deserved what they had coming; they would willingly sacrifice an innocent girl for a good harvest. As she had understood it, the sacrifices never even worked, there was plenty of evidence supporting that. From the time she was seven up until her death at age thirteen, the harvest was still doing great up until the last harvest. The land had simply been overworked, and her death could not fix that. But The Spider had punished her, killing was not the way to take revenge, even in her case. He held the souls of her parents against her, should she not take this job the three of them would all be subject to Hell.Ai thought it was fit that she be sent there, she sent people herself, she made their deaths agonizing and painful. But her parents were innocent. They had chosen to die rather than finally kill Ai, and they had hidden her so well over the years. None of what happened was their fault, and she supposed the biggest sin she had committed was letting them die in the fire she had set.Thoughts like this entertained her often. Ai was not allowed to be very expressive with her emotions, particularly anger, as when this happened she was strong enough to defy The Spider. Many of her emotions were subdued, and many not happy, which she supposed fitting given her status as dead. She could not be privy to emotion with her job, she was merely to ferry people to Hell for other's revenge. All she could do was pity the person who had been brought so low as to request her services, and even then she did not give them much pity. She had seen it all in 400 years, and she now expected these things in the world. She had lived a simple life and at first, the things people would summon her for shocked her, for she could not imagine a person doing such a thing. But she expected it now.A ding came from the computer, and shifting her gaze, a name appeared on the screen, as well as the symbol the Hell Correspondence used, a simple flame in a circle. She no longer had time to think about past wrongdoings, or to toy with the marbles across the floor. Now she had something much more important to do.She had a job to get to.

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06/04/2021 08:37 AM 


Basic rules I ask people to read- I will not accept any writing that sexualizes Ai. The fandom and creators may do it, but it makes me sick to my stomach. Ai is thirteen, respect that- I can take time to get to people between juggling other accounts and a personal life, you can't expect me to reply instantly- I am very comfortable with crossovers, but this is not for the weak of heart. What happened to Ai was tragic, and what Ai does in the afterlife is even worse, if you get scared easily I suggest you turn away- It is not necesary to be enirely familiar with the story of Hell Girl. What needs to be known is up on my profile and everything else can be explained in story- I do not accept one-liners or semi-paragraph replies. It is simply not enough for me to work with. I am also not a fan of writers who use brackets to describe actions. ex: *they run towards the sound*- My writing is centered mroe around the events prior to the anime or the first two seasons of Hell Girl. The later seasons are very confusing even to fans and I simply do not enjoy them as much.- I would prefer discussion beforehand instead of random starters simply so I have an idea of where things are going, but I will accept them sometimes.-MORE TO BE ADDED AT A LATER DATE-

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06/04/2021 04:39 PM 

The Vess Curse - Musing

Liliana VessThe Vess Curse”Why serve the living, when you can rule the dead?” There was a curse on the Vess bloodline.It had killed her brother. Turned him to a lich.It had killed her father, trying to lay her brother to rest.Her mother was lost to it, to grief and madness.Her sisters. Her cousins. Her family.Destroyed by a curse.A blight on the bloodline.A blight named Liliana Vess. 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝕳𝖔𝖕𝖊 template credit.

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06/04/2021 04:37 PM 

Lady Vess; Part One - Drabble

Liliana VessLady VessPart One”Why serve the living, when you can rule the dead?”Being woken by a scream in Vess Manor is nothing unusual.Being woken by screams on the plane of Innistrad is frankly the norm.Raising her head from the pillows, wearily rolling from her stomach and running a hand through the unkempt tresses, Liliana tried to stifle a yawn.As soon as the necromancers head left the pillow, her undead steward, Gustav, prepared her a cup of tea, made just right lest he end up wearing it, and was waiting by the door, as she untangled herself from the sheets.Taking the tea cup and saucer, she scowled slightly upon the realisation that the screaming was closer than she had originally thought.When it had woken her, like some sort of morbid cockerel, she had thought of some of the tormented spirits crossing the moors, or perhaps even an unfortunate young traveller going between the major towns having taken a wrong turn and gotten lost in the pass.However, now she was more awake, she could hear distinct words in the screaming. As if it were right on her doorstep. Or more accurately, at her gate.Taking another, more disapproving sip from her tea, Gustav parted the heavy curtains for her to peer down on the outside world. With the movement from the otherwise still manor drawing attention the tone of the screaming changed, from distraught to infuriated. The screamer, a very brave (or stupid) what looked to be farmer type let her feelings be known."And you! You're in on it too! You… you witch! You vampires whore!"Several things happened from this point simultaneously.Liliana handed the cup of tea off to Gustav, an amused smirk setting in across her face, redirecting him downstairs, to welcome their new guest.The shambling masses that milled about on the outside of the manor, the ones that weren't deemed worthy of 'Staff Positions' inside, with no purpose otherwise, snapped to attention and swarmed the woman to bring her inside the gates, ushering her in the front door, whether she liked it or not. The rest of the servants in the manor bustled into the bedroom, picking out the pieces from Liliana's expansive wardrobe that she had in mind.That was the beauty of staff that worked on your whims. Never even having to speak. Just having the thought enter your mind, and it is done.She had been more into her elaborate velvet and lace gowns lately, but she could work with her old look for this.The many hands of the servants worked quickly, dressing her, running a comb through her hair and setting her headdress in place. Lazily fluffing the mane of dark hair, hanging loose for the first time in a long while, and not the half pinned up look she had been wearing for years, she made for her throne room, where she knew the now still screaming woman had been taken.Slinking into the room in the barely laced, off the shoulder bustier and sarong style skirt held in place by its fabric belt looped around her waist, rather than the skirt itself at her hips, with no effort to be modest with the slit, Liliana dropped herself into her throne. Throwing her heeled knee high boots, with garters that led from… gods only knows what, to gods only know where over one arm of the high backed seat, crossing her ankles and sitting with her lower back against the other arm, she held out her hand for a moment, silently. The studded leather tasset that seemed to have a huge part in keeping the skirt slit under control from when this was her more… day to day look was missing, as was the 'matching' pauldron, and her usual, more decorative gorget.She smiled a small, venomous smile as the peasant fell silent when a glass of dark wine was delivered to her extended hand.The frumpy little farmer woman wanted a vampire's whore? From Liliana Vess? Oh the poor lamb.Be careful what you wish for.After letting the silence hang for a moment, taking a sip from the glass, making a show of the whole ordeal, the soft shambling of the bodies outside much louder than expected in the eerie silence, Liliana lowered the wine from her lips."You have my attention. You best make it quick. I have whoring to return to."The woman, bless her soul, took a step towards the throne, throwing down a scrap of fabric."The filthy vampires took my boy! Don't you dare try–"The faintest of lines creased the necromancers forehead. That wasn't right. At all. Motioning for it to be brought to her, Gustav obliged, dropping the black velvet scrap into her hand."How old is he?"The woman stopped, frowning slightly, before puffing angrily, taking another step towards the throne."WHAT DOES IT MATTER HOW OLD HE IS?! It's my son!"Handing the wine glass off to the steward, Liliana swung her legs back around and leant forward, speaking slowly, her words pointed, and very thinly veiled in their meaning."It matters. Now tell me. How old. Is your son?"The question was simple enough, but the venom it was hissed with was deadly.After a pause, the woman says softly"He will be eight next harvest."That was all Liliana needed to hear. Leaning back in her seat again she took a lazy sip, as if the problem was solved. To her at least, it was."Then it wasn't vampires. It's forbidden for them to take a child that young."A squeezing at her left shoulder. Light. Faint. But definitely there.The blasted Beefslab, still trying to make her do good, even in death. He would keep that up all day otherwise, wouldn't he?With a sigh, and a rolling of her eyes she got to her feet, and tucked the scrap of fabric into the top of her boot."What is the boy's name? Where was he taken from? I suppose I'll figure this out."Another squeeze. Firmer."and get him back to you safely…?"A light patting. Holding in her urge to groan, Liliana managed to get the required information, before instructing Gustav to take care of their guest not that way, and that theyshe would be back.While waiting for the necrotic stable hand to bring her steed around (surprising, a very much alive horse), she sighed into the vacant space over her left shoulder."If you keep this up, Beefslab, I'm going to have to exorcise you. I have a reputation to maintain. I can't have you forcing my hand otherwise just because there's a crying woman."It didn't take themher long at all to locate the offending field and its bordering thicket. Liliana may not have been a tracker, or a nature mage, but she was not fool. Even she could see the large paw prints from the edge of the tree line that shifted to very human looking footprints. Werewolves. Letting out an exasperated groan, the necromancer turned the steed towards the treeline, pushing it onwards."I swear to Urza, Beefslab, if I go in here and the Beast Mage is waiting for us, I'm going to bring you back to kill you again myself…"𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝕳𝖔𝖕𝖊 template credit.

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06/04/2021 04:35 PM 

The Necromancer and Death - Drabble

Liliana VessThe Necromancer and Death”Why serve the living, when you can rule the dead?”Reclining in the claw footed bathtub, Liliana rested, eyes closed as one of her dozens of undead servants ran a comb through her wet hair.This job was reserved for one of the more skeletal of her crew, ensuring they didn't waste the energy she put in to washing it.Why wash your hair to have one of the meatier fools to leave rot behind when doing a job.Liliana Vess could be called a lot of things in her time, but STUPID was rarely, if ever, one of them.Not that she needed the highly coveted youth keeping properties of her rose water bath, no, she had other purposes for her perfumed soaking. Prime among them being one couldn't well be the Ruler of Undeath, the Dreadhoard General, the gods damned Zombie Queen if you smelt of them.Well, supposing one probably could. But SHE couldn't. She was LILIANA VESS.She was roused from her near dosing (not that she would ever admit to such a thing) state by the sound of movement, real movement in the hall outside, accompanied by the semi-shambling movements of Gustav.With a sigh, she opened an eye as the door opened and the creaking reed of a voice that she allowed her steward to have entered the room."Lady Vess. The Cecani Stitcher has arrived. He comes bearing the portrait–"Liliana got to her feet abruptly in the tub, the sloshing of the water cutting the announcement short. Snapping her fingers sharply, rapidly, repeatedly, in the direction of the maintenance zombie, rather unnecessarily, she stepped out of the tub as it fetched her a robe.Considering they all moved on her very whims, she needn't actually do anything around them. But then she would find herself really very bored.Picking a stray rose petal from her clavicle boredom before the gown was draped around and tied for her, damp hair carefully being removed from the collar, Liliana finally turned her attention to Gustav and Geralf Cicani, who had been gaping from the door.She didn't care. She had nothing to hide after all. And no shame. She killed a lot of people to make sure she stayed looking like this.Once she was within arms reach she held her hands out, making grabby motions.After snapping back to reality from whatever fantasy the stitcher had momentarily lost himself to, he turned his singular eye to the necromancer face, passing the cloth covered portrait to her. With cautious movements, she brushed back the fabric to look at the face she had seared into one of the poor Gavony artisans minds.Her poor Josu. Now that she knew he was finally at rest, for good, she could… remember him, from time to time. If she was feeling foolish and sentimental enough in her old age.Lightly tracing a nail along the line of his cheek, she almost smiled. He looked how she remembered. Before she—Beside her, shifting to get a better look at the modestly sized portrait, Geralf spoke up."I don't mean to question you, Liliana, but why did you get a portrait of that meat head planeswalker you fought the Eldrazi Bitch with made?"She frowned furiously, both in confusion at the 'portrait of a planeswalker' part of his statement, and his completely inaccurate 'fought the titan with anyones assistance' follow up. She did that all on her own, thank you very much.Then it dawned on her.He thought it was Gideon.Eyes and contract scarrings flaring to life the vibrant lilac, Gustav taking the painting from her hands easily, she rounded on the stitcher."Even if I were to get a portrait of the great big idiot made, it would be none of your business as to why. As a matter of fact, graverobber nothing I do is any of your concern. Tell me, would being turned into a 'graf' be horrific for you?"As her fingers curled towards his throat, she stopped herself short, jaw clenched.Unfortunately, he was more use to her alive. Letting out a slow breath, eyes closing, the glow faded.Geralf slipped along the wall slowly, regretting having gotten so close to begin with. With a heavy sigh, she waved him away."Leave. Before I change my mind about not killing you."He didn't have to be told twice.Holding the portrait back out to her, Gustav creaked"Where would you like it hung, Lady Vess?"Taking it to her chest, she led the way. Setting it on the wall in her library she folded her arms across her chest as she looked at it for several moments, before covering it with the cloth again.Then it hit her.They were both dead now. She knew that for a fact. Josu and Gideon both dead, and she was the cause. She was also a necromancer. She hadn't had to reach out to a spirit in quite some time, since she usually just raised husks of bodies, or bodies before the essence had a chance to leave them.But she could talk to them, if she wanted to. If she was feeling foolish enough and sentimental enough in her old age.It took her all of five minutes to prepare the ritual. She didn't even bother dressing, or doing her hair.She sat, still in her robe with wet hair, murmuring words of the ancients to herself over the salts, to reach her brothers.Staring unblinking at the wall before her, she didn't stop the chanting until a voice sounded in her right ear."You were more put together after a sand worm ate you, Lili."To her left, a light laugh."She always was vain, you know. The one time she doesn't put effort in is now."The corners of her lips tweak upwards slightly."Right, I'm sending you both back, right now."Almost cautiously, she turns her head to the left first. Sitting next to her, as well as any spirit could, was Josu, just as she remembered him. She balled her hands into tight fists, waves of emotions that she would otherwise refuse to acknowledge, let alone act upon washing over her.Swallowing slightly, she turned to her right to see the Beefslab himself, as healthy as he was before she got him turned to dust in her place, albeit incorporeal.Letting out a sharp breath she hung her head, laughing at herself. Now that she had them here, what was she going to do?Beg them for forgiveness in their deaths? She didn't want that. she sort of wanted that And even if she got that, what would she do with that?Ask them how much death hurt? She went to great lengths to avoid her own death at all costs as long as you ignored the two times she was willing to die for causes.  A cool weight pressed down on her right shoulder."It's ok, Lili. We know the whole talking about feelings that aren't 'I'm the best, worship me' aren't your strong point. Or any part of a functional human relationship."She shook her head slightly, smiling in amusement. Beefslab wasn't wrong.Hell, the only way she knew to keep her lover leech interested was to press every button in existence.A jabbing to her left side, followed by cold weight leaning on her."Let me tell you something, Lil. Since I know you're dying to know, but won't ask because you have our fathers pride."She would have shoved Josu if he had form. Them being able to touch her, but her not being able to jab back seemed like an oversight in the spell that she would work out before the next time, should there be one."I'm fine. I'm better now. You helped me. It's ok."Liliana focused on a spot on the wall. It was a very interesting spot. Her eyes weren't watery at all.Gideon just gently squeezed her shoulder."For what it's worth, I'm proud of the work Ana Iora did. Even if it didn't last long. And I'm glad you heard me."Now she spoke finally."THAT'S WHERE IT CAME FROM?!"With a broad grin, the spectral heiromancer just shrugged a shoulder."I think it's time we left Liliana to be a mess to herself, don't you Josu?"The one time lich lord turned to look into the middle distance, as if seeing what Liliana couldn't currently."I'm going to enjoy seeing her try to explain this one…"Frowning in confusion as they both faded on her, she lay back on the floor in a huff of frustration.She didn't feel any better, or worse.She just knew she didn't care to experience death herself even more.From the entrance hall she could hear her gentleman caller shouting for her, as she hadn't responded to the initial taunts of 'Witch' when he entered.She now understood Josu's remark.Just how was she, Madame du Demon Deals, going to explain this one easily?Easy. She wasn't going to explain anything.𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝕳𝖔𝖕𝖊 template credit.

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝕳𝖔𝖕𝖊

06/04/2021 04:32 PM 

Homeward Bound - Drabble

Liliana VessHomeward Bound”Why serve the living, when you can rule the dead?”A swirling mass of black energy coalescing into her form, signalling the walkers arrival before she even stepped foot back onto the plane, Liliana Vess graced the walled city of Thraben with her presence.Oh, how she had missed this place.The eternal struggle of life and death, survival of the fittest at its finest that was Innistrad, gave her so many playthings.Her playthings that had served this place so very well, as she would be quick to remind anyone the second they even open their mouths about her return. That little reminder that the plane still stood because of her caused a smug curling of her lips. She was never going to let anyone forget that. Especially not the 'Lord' of this land.Assuming she could get two words out before he tried to take her head off for the whole messy war business with the flat foreheaded dragon, that was.Of course, her less than subtle appearance in the middle of the cliff top city was bound to draw attention to herself. She would have been concerned, if she didn't know that most of their strongest defenders were destroyed by their own madness the last time she were here.This whole city would have been in ruins should her and her darlings not have been here to save the day.She supposed the Gatewatch and the Voldaren leech were involved too at some point, but they were unimportant to her story.Not that she couldn't handle an angel or two of course, should the city have had any more than the one left.The feathered menaces.With an absent adjustment of her angelic headdress that she taken as a trophy a great many years ago, she strode with purpose towards the marketplace, paying no mind to the growing sets of eyes following her, nor the hushed whispers.Looking around at the stalls of produce, she snapped her fingers sharply at what she could only assume to be some form of farm hand, here to ensure sales for the day."You, boy."He may have been on the young side, but he knew the tales. He knew he was in trouble already. Doing his best to not drop the box of apples, he shuffled to what he figured was just out of arms reach of the necromancer."M-miss?"The poor dear was scared. How sweet. Leaning in towards him, taking one of the apples to inspect it with an air of boredom, she dropped it back into the crate."Tell me, does my estate still stand, or did you ungrateful heathens destroy it?"He blinked, confused by the question."I—"Grasping the farmhands face, squeezing his cheeks together to cut him off, she smiled at him in faux sweetness."I didn't want you to actually answer me, dear boy. It was what we call a rhetorical question. What I want you to do is go tell the merchants Liliana Vess has returned and will be expecting her regular orders back to the estate starting again immediately. And should they not remember what the orders are… well…"Her fingertips glowed a dim lilac, causing the young man to scream in pain, the apples being scattered across the ground as she drained him of a fragment of his life essence."They had best remember. For everyone's sake.Letting him go, she paused a moment, before snapping her fingers in thought, while he recovered."Find me a coach first. I don't feel like walking."After staring at him expectantly for a moment, his soft sobbing grating on her quickly, she sighed heavily."Some time this year, boy. Before I lose my patience."And so, Liliana got her coach. In almost record time. The coachman looked less than thrilled to have to have Liliana Vess on board, and to have to take her out into the valleys of Stensia. It was treacherous at the best of times, even more so with the number of angelic protectors almost at none now, but Vess was unphased.The biggest thing she had to worry about on this plane was probably busy fighting his child somewhere. She would be fine for a while. The coachman however, made his discomfort known, sliding open the hatch to speak to her."Miss Vess? Lady Vess? Your… deathliness?"Quirking a brow, suppressing her amusement at 'your deathliness' she made a sound to acknowledge she was listening to him. At least he knew his place in the world, addressing her with some sort of title."There's a lot of grafs milling about the place the closer to your estate we get. I think they were drawn there. I don't want to lose the horses–"Letting out something between a pleased murmur and a purr, she uncrossed her legs, leaning forward toward the open hatch in her seat."Darling, if your horses were to fall, I'd make sure they got back up."Hearing him shift uncomfortably at her only partial teasing, she grinned, gathering her skirt in preparation."Stop the carriage.Unlike the farmhand, he didn't need to be given a second set of orders. With a quick 'whoa-ing' they came to a stop, and Liliana relocated herself from the passenger cabin to up next to the coachman, to his very visible panic."Carry on. Now any of the sweet 'grafs' we see can be gathered properly and given purpose."If any more disdain could be put on a word, it would be surprising. She never did like that word. Or that the necromancers of this plane called themselves 'ghoulcallers'. There was no artistry to that.They pressed onwards, occasional pops of lilac energy occurring on the sides of the road and in the distance, as a growing league of undead began to fall in behind the carriage. But the greatest numbers came when they reached the property line of the Vess Estate. The horses snorted and stamped their hooves, refusing to go any further, the property wild with brambles and swarming with the walking dead. Liliana was satisfied enough, she was to her estate, after all. Disembarking she began to press her way up what would have been the drive, motioning for her already collected bodies to start clearing it. Then the coachman had the gall to speak."Miss Vess? There's the matter of payment..?"She didn't even bother to turn to him. Waving her hand toward some of the undead attracted to the sound, pulling them under her influence she simply smiled to herself."When was payment even discussed, darling? Be on your way. While you can be."The less than thinly veiled threat did it's job, and the sound of hooves and turning wheels were off.Pushing her way up to the manor, she was pleased to see it still in one piece, even if overrun. Looking at her amassed forces, she motioned at her home."Well, get to work."Not that she needed to give them vocal commands. They acted upon her will.She just liked the sound of her own voice.Once the front doors had been cleared, she wasted no time in making her way inside, finding her undead butler already back under her influence, his suit no worse for wear than when she had left. Approaching with a glass of wine of a slightly dusty tray, she took the glass regardless."Gustav. Tell me my clothes are still in good condition."With a nod from the corpse, she purred into the glass, before smelling the sour contents, and putting it back on the tray before having taken a sip."Lovely. I'm going to need that delicious velvet number should the 'Lord of the Land' come calling."𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝕳𝖔𝖕𝖊 template credit.

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06/04/2021 04:26 PM 

One Down - Drabble

Liliana VessOne Down”Why serve the living, when you can rule the dead?”The veil.It… spoke to her.Whispered delicious, maddening promises of power.Power that was for her. Their vessel.She had told the poor dead saps that it was VESS alas, they were settled on 'vessel'.They were going to have to learn to be quiet if they wanted her to wear the damned thing, though. All those voices were going to give her a headache.But, the promise of power was too good to resist.And really. If it was something this good, Kothophed should have sent someone more obedient to fetch his little trinket.What did she look like? Some sort of retriever? I think not.It seemed like as good a time as any to renegotiate her contract as any. After all. Storming keeps for her own amusement was getting tiresome, even if she did look mighty fine on a throne.Swinging her legs from the arm of the throne, fingers brushing absently against the chainmail mass hanging from her hip, hardly casting more than a bored glance at the remnants of the bodies that will be left in her wake. The necromancer slowly smiled as she unravelled the chain, veiling her face, and plainswalking away, leaving a mass of black energy.Sitting on his throne, like she owned the place, was where the demon found her."Kothophed, I've returned."Vess was cool as the Soul Keeper slithered over to her, slowly getting to her feet."Liliana, you're wearing what's mine. That was not the–"A smug grin spread across her features, not hidden by the veil, her hands moving to her hips in haughty defiance."New deal. I'm keeping the veil. And I want out of my contract."The demon laughed. Who did this necromancer think she was?"Do you now? You have your precious youth. The veil and your soul are forfeit."Raising her hands, Liliana Vess pressed her command over the necrotic energies, blasting the demon back, the markings of her contact glowing a vibrant lilac the more her mana flowed."I think not."With a step towards him, she allowed herself to draw upon the veil as well as her own abilities, pushing harder."Stop! Lili – the veil! You have no idea what you're–"The beams burned into him, tearing away at his torso. Liliana didn't care what he had to say. He also didn't have permission to call her Lili."This is not a negotiation, Kothophed. This is not a contest of wills."The demon coiled back upon his tail, slumping to the ground, weak, so very weak."Killing me… will not get you… what you seek…"The grin that had yet to shift under the veil widened as she strode over to the soon to be corpse, her voice a purr."There's no truth in the pleas of the damned."Raising her arms high above her head, as if to strike him down herself, swinging down to direct the flow of energy, the held together guise shatters, the necromancer screaming."Your time is at an end, Demon! GET YOUR WORDS OFF MY SKIN!"And like that, Kothophed, Soul Hoarder was no more. With a thrust of her powers, combined with the chain veil he himself sent her to collect, the demon was now scattered as paste across his own throne room." down…"𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝕳𝖔𝖕𝖊 template credit.


06/03/2021 06:28 PM 


* 𝐈 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭; anything from multi-para to novella. rp in messages. short banter in comments + discord. implied romance. alternate universes + crossovers. verse based violence + dark themes. * 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞;  𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛. petty drama. !𝑜𝑜𝑐! bigotry + hate speech. immaturity of any kind. * 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞;  three strike policy, two will be accompanied by reminders. any changes will be announced in status stream. just don't be a 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑘.

𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝑴;𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒄𝒆.

06/03/2021 05:22 PM 


DENYING + ADDING:   If you add, you send the greeting, if I add, I send the greeting. If you add and don't send a greeting within a week, you will be deleted. I do not tolerate mutes or friend collectors. I do understand that we all have lives and that work + IRL gets in the way and I can excuse that, however, if you're active on the streams and speaking to others, you really have no excuse and the time I give for you to send a greeting is rather generous if you ask me.   It is also within my rights to deny your friend request and I will owe you zero explanation for it. My account, my business. I'm highly selective with my adds due to bad experiences on this website in the past. I have a right to make my account a safe environment for myself. I have no issues using the block and delete button if you're problematic. I no longer entertain toxic people or entertain things that are mentally draining to my health.  MULTIPARAGRAPH + NOVELLA:  I will not write anything below two paragraphs, sorry, if you do not give me enough to work with then I will have a hard time replying to you. It's frustrating for me to give you like 8 + 7 paragraphs if you're only going to give me a couple of sentences and to me, that is unacceptable. I do not expect you to match my length but at least try to put some effort into your posts is all I ask or I will have no choice but to drop the interaction if it is going nowhere. REPLIES & STARTERS:  I do not mind setting starters but do not expect me to send starters all the time. If you added me in the first place, you should be the one to send the starter. The only time I might be lenient on this is if we're discussing a plotline and it makes sense for me to start off the role play.   Another thing, if you are writing a starter, PLEASE DO NOT AUTOLOCATE MY CHARACTER without discussing it with me. Let my character have room to explore. Do not automatically have them bump into each other, those starters irritate me to no end. && Don't have your muse act like they know everything about my muse. It maybe in my bio, but that doesn't give your muse entitlement to know everything there is about Kazuto and his quirks. If anything, you might freak him out and possibly attempt to kill your muse. Kazuto has severe trust issues and is a loner so please avoid all that. It makes me and my muse uncomfortable. REAL LIFE VS ROLE PLAY.  Please do not mix role play with real life. I am not my muse, my muse and I are two different people. Kazuto's quirks are NOT my own. He maybe depicted as an a**hole but that does not make me one. Do not mistake Kazuto's feelings for my own. Separate role play from real life, please. I am not going to change my muse for how he acts for anyone. I've had this muse for many years of role play. Kazuto never has been a nice character but I promise you that I am a friendly writer who is scouting for friendships and interactions alike.   If our characters are dating, please do not take it out of character. I may be single in real life, but at the moment, I am not ready to pursue a relationship online or in real life.     I am a female in real life, I go by 'she/her' pronouns. If this bothers you, you can delete me. I won't feel offended, but I will feel disappointed for gender should NOT matter in role play. Again, this stands my point to not mix real life with role play. Kazuto is a FICTIONAL character of my own creation from a joint storyline between a good friend of mine. If you take him seriously, then role-play may not be a good fit for you. SHIPPING / SHIPS WITH HIGH CHEM:  I ship with chemistry, if our characters do not have chemistry then a ship isn't possible. Not only that, I am not here for romance. I'm here for adventures and wholesome interactions. If romance happens, it happens on its own. I do not do planned shipping unless it is with close friends. Kazuto isn't an easy character to get along with, he will be a challenge to get in a relationship with. If he is tied up in one, he'll be protective and possibly softer than the cold exterior that he usually displays.    Multishipping is a no-go. I do not personally see a need for multiple ship partners. Once my muse is tied in a relationship, he will be loyal to the one who earned his heart. I know multiship isn't cheating, however, it has never been my cup of tea either. I respect those who do multiship though!    Another important factor, I am in my mid-twenties and I will NOT write with minors.  EDITS + ARTWORK:  All artwork is found on Pinterest and Tumblr. I use official artwork unless stated otherwise. I do not take claims of the artwork or face claim I use for my character. Do not comment on my photos asking for the originals. 90% of the time, I save over the original and I don't remember where I've found it, your best bet is looking on the sites I've given.  No, you may not use my edits. I will NOT teach you how I edit or edit for you unless you're a close friend. I barely edit these days otherwise. Most of my edits are old or already rendered. It hurts my wrist to sit and edit for hours. Some of my edits are edited by my friends as well, which they will be credited for it. TOURNAMENTS + GROUPS:  Not interested in joining tournaments unless myself and a couple of friends are the hosts. I've never been comfortable joining groups with a bunch of strangers due to anxiety, I prefer to keep a small group vs a large one where it is more anxiety-inducing. The bigger the crowd, the more drama you're bound to run into and I am not here for it. Do not ask me to join tournaments because the answer shall be no. REPLIES + STARTERS:  Do not pester me for replies or starters. Keep in mind that I do have a life outside of aniroleplay and I do not have to cater to your every need. I do not have to reply to you on your schedule. If you rush me to reply, you will be replied to last or possibly deleted. I do not have time to deal with tomfoolery. Find other stuff to do, I am sure there is more active people, so with that being said: DON'T HOUND ME FOR REPLIES. 

𝕮𝖆𝖌𝖊𝖉 𝕭𝖎𝖗𝖉

06/03/2021 12:45 PM 


~ Keigo hates the commission, he knows heroes are corrupted, that things aren’t all black and white, he only stays because hes trapped, but even then, he aims to be the best the Commission will ever have, if they have the best, they wouldn’t ruin another child like they did him. Because of this, he sides more with the villains to a point, he agrees that most heros are there for the wrong reasons but he also knows there are heros who genuinely care and want to save people, so he’s caught in the middle. ~ Keigo is a flirt, and he falls for people easily, but Keigo has a habit of falling harder for those who could hurt him. They are his bad habits. ~ Keigo loves flying and heights, however he has a massive fear of losing that ability or falling, he also has a fear of not being able to see, from training as a child, he knows it made him stronger, but he always has to know who is in the room with him, he doesn’t do people sneaking around him. ~ Keigo cannot see glass, and has more often than he can count, has flew through windows or hit them hard, due to this, all the windows in his agency are stained glass so he can see them, it also makes the places pretty when the sun shines in.~Keigo has a few tics due to his quirk, he will often repeat phrases and noises, he chirps often, and other bird mannerisims


06/03/2021 03:30 PM 

Ash Dragonblade

Ash Dragonblade is my name and I am a Knight of the Kingdom of Ravenwood of the country Loki. I was born in a small village called Alexville not many people lived there but we were a happy few mostly a few soldiers, a blacksmith, and a few farmers live there. I always enjoy listening to the stories from the soldiers that would tell me about their adventures. When i was a bit older i started to train as a soldier until one day a knight showed up hurt.

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