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We can all agree that Naruto has had some pretty emotional moments but I think the one that hit me hardest was this tiny pained inhale he does when Sasuke comes at him after beating his face into mashed potato
My boy is so tired. At this point he has been fighting for more than 24 straight hours watching countless people die and saving the world while trying to keep the people he loves the most alive only to find that Sasuke has turned away from him once again in probably the biggest betrayal of all. For all intents and purposes, he literally fucking died a few hours ago when Kurama was forcibly ripped out of him and since then, he’s done the impossible and triumphed over an actual deity as well as said a final goodbye to his father and mentors. This should be his time to grieve, to rest, to make sure that his friends are ok and maybe start picking up some pieces after the war but instead he is forced into another pointless battle with the person he still considers his best friend in order to save everyone. Again.
On his birthday.
All this poor kid ever wanted was his friend back and yet here he is defending not only his own life, but also those of the Kage and the Bijuu and even Sasuke himself who has always been too stubborn to see it. Naruto is fucking exhausted. Beyond exhausted and to make it worse, he thought it was over and everything would be ok. He has no chakra left apart from the bare minimum needed to keep his heart pumping and this incredible boy is still giving everything he has to save Sasuke even though his body is screaming at him to drop to the ground and never get up. He is always so completely filled with determination and he exudes it from his whole body which is why this particular moment is so striking. We’ve never seem him look so defeated before.
And this barely perceptible moment of weakness is all he allows himself to feel and show before going right back to business.
Toad sage master
suigetsu
— ☾—
There was nothing Shikamaru could do; he’d state his price, alright. But that wouldn’t be the end of this. Not at all. The photo’s would stay on his phone for as long as he could use them, and the Nara boy couldn’t possibly change his mind.
There were so many things he needed; from the car he was saving up for to nessecities like food, and Shikamaru would be covering it all; considering he could afford it, that is. The second he couldn’t, those pictures were out for the public to see.
┏Contact: ‘Genius’┓ ︴I need ¥6,000 first thing tomorrow morning. ︴OH– ︴And a case of yogurt, too; make it peach.
— ███ ☀
if only shikamaru had been more careful, maybe then he wouldn’t even be stuck in this circumstance. yet the fleeting thoughts are quickly brushed away as they proved to be helpless for him now. instead, his attention focused on the conversation between him and the asshole blackmailing him into becoming a slave. however, he’d predicted the direction this situation decided to take him but what choice did he have?
✉ [ text: suigetsu ]: fine...
✉ [ text: suigetsu ]: just leave me alone after, got it?
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Uzumaki Naruto | Edited by ☆
❝ Somebody told me I was a f a i l u r e —
I’ll [ prove ] them wrong! ❞
kankuro
Kankuro didn’t say anything for a moment or two, he just stared at Shikamaru and then at a random object out in front of him. The both of them, both Shikamaru and Temari, had danced around the subject about the two of them and excused their little lunches as nothing. Kankuro was more convinced that the two were simply made for each other.
With the amount the two saw each other, and the amount of time they spent together, wasn’t it just obvious that something was going to blossom between them? Unless he was just reading too much into it all and was presuming it all wrong.
However, Temari’s reactions and temperament definitely gave off a feeling that maybe he wasn’t so far from the mark after all.
He scratched the back of his neck before giving it a tender rub, getting information out of the guy, was proving to be a slight challenge. Especially when he barely got anything out of his sister.
“Look, Shikamaru, I’ve already tried that.” He said wearily, “she got herself all worked up that she actually attempted to cook. I dunno if that means anything to you, but Tema only does that to distract herself.”
He paused for a moment, allowing his last comment to sink in.
“But then she got all snappy at me when I mentioned you. So, that leaves you to answer my question. What’s happening? You better not be taking her on a ride.”
— ███ ☀
the suna nin wasn't dumb, he's bound to have already caught on to the "special friendship" between temari and him by now. shikamaru's under this assumption as he carefully watches the other, examining the slightest reactions expressed through his features. however, gauging his response claimed to be increasingly difficult with the elaborate makeup and dark hood he routinely accessorized with. though, his attitude quickly falters the moment kankuro speaks so sincerely towards him.
of course, that's why he was being pestered by this guy. temari stubbornly refused his advances already and shikamaru was a last resort for him to fully grasp the situation. it must have been a sense of concern for kankuro to be interrogating him so desperately, which only left shikamaru to commend his persistent efforts. unlike the puppet master here, he'd never go follow through with all that work himself, yet the other hailed from a clan entirely consisting of driven people so nothing here truly shocked him── to say the least.
❝ alright, fine. obviously it'd just be more work avoiding it than talking about it anyways.. ❞ clearly unhappy with the way things played out for him, shikamaru let out a soft sigh── successfully, this time.
❝ well, we're not exactly just friends but... ❞ did he dare go any further? a crimson shade didn't hesitate to glow on his cheeks as he paused, cautiously in thought over his word choice. ❝ ..we're not really anything more than friends either. ❞ a ' yet ' nearly tacks itself on at the end but is forcibly halted before it could come out.
sasukethesmol (x)
— ███ ☀
❝ nice try but you don't exactly intimidate me, hot shot. ❞
with a teasing grin upon his face, his body leaned in a taunting manner. the two have never really been friends, in fact, he despised the uchiha for quite awhile after he left the village. things have most certainly changed since then and shikamaru's learned to slowly loosen up his distrust for the other── that includes throwing shoes at him apparently.
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temari
He wasn’t moving. If he’d truly meant his ‘no, that’s alright‘ he would have moved away and taken his own seat at the other end of the table, yet here he was, lingering painfully, as though he couldn’t move. Maybe he doesn’t want to move, a voice inside her head whispered. Maybe he wants to be this close to you, as close as you want to be to him. She swallowed, for the first time since they’d walked through the door turning her eyes to his.
This was how she discovered he wasn’t looking at her, but rather the floor. Following his gaze, she found his hand, rigid and turning white on the handle of the chair. Worry plucked at her brow; he was going to pop a blood vessel at this rate.
She made to lift her hand to reach for his, but stopped half way into the action. She didn’t want to be one of those people who was constantly touching their boyfriend and making everyone else in the immediate vicinity uncomfortable. It wasn’t anything outrageous, holding his hand, but maybe Shikamaru wasn’t into that sort of thing anyway? And maybe she should stop calling him her boyfriend, even if it was inside her own head. Sure, this was their third date, but dates weren’t anything serious… They were just, well they were–
Temari’s impression had always been that you dated people who you wanted a serious relationship with, who you wanted to get to know, who you had strong romantic feelings for, who you could see yourself marrying–
She supposed it stood to reason that Shikamaru felt the same way.
So she lifted her hand and placed it over his, eyes seeking his own. “I feel it too, okay? Things are awkward and there’s pressure to… But we wouldn’t be here if we both didn’t…” Her cheeks were upgrading from pink to red. “Feel something strong for the other. So pull out my chair like you want to and go sit down so we can stop getting stared at.”
— ███ ☀
you can't just stand here forever, his inner monologue assertively scolding himself. a decision has to be made, which coincidentally, shikamaru's fairly skilled at but only if he had the proper time to think over all his choices. reflexively closing his eyes, as they’d previously been searching the floor's design pattern as a way to distract himself, his brain focuses on what the next move should be as though this was some sort of strategy game.
get it together, shikamaru, it’s just a casual date. except, it wasn't just casual, this was a serious time for their relationship and he recognized this before they even stepped foot through the door. still, the idea alone makes him shift uncomfortably but before he could follow up on that stream of consciousness, the touch of her soft hand grazing that of his own interrupts him. eyes opening immediately at the contact, he lifts his head up towards temari, noticing her offering him a sympathetic look── almost as if she could read his deepest thoughts.
❝ wh- ❞
a quiet attempt at questioning is promptly cut off by her own form of an explanation. his grip on the top of the chair loosens drastically as his attention focuses on the words she’s speaking. the effect she had on him was immediate, her voice── once again── snapping him out of the weird funk he’d been in for the past couple minutes. the way she commanded him always seems to catch him off guard yet it isn't anything new. in fact, he’s silently grateful. instinctively listening to her advice, he drags out the chair for her as the legs scrape noisily against the wooden ground. apathetic towards the awful sound made seconds ago, he nods quietly at her and pauses a moment before giving an actual response.
❝ I hate it when you're right. ❞
his tone came through jokingly to lift the mood, directly followed by a small smile that crept along his face. catching sight of her blushing stirred a persistent, heartfelt emotion within him which, fortunately, shikamaru skillfully masks from expressing outwardly. moreover, with the intention of heading to his own spot, calloused hands removed themselves from beneath hers── although he wouldn't mind keeping them there for just a little while longer.
however, he refused to spend anymore time lingering embarrassingly near her in front of the entire restaurant. the awkward interaction was finally over and done with, all he desires now is to continue normally with their meal like planned. with that, fluid movements led him straight to the chair across from hers── the perfect setup for a date── as he carelessly allows his body to slump into the seat.
❝ ...honestly, I wasn’t expecting the restaurant to be so fancy. I guess chouji forgot to mention it. ❞
accuto (x)
— ███ ☀
eyes peered at the other, concentrated on his every movements, every breath drawn in and exhaled, every twitch of the frown resting upon his face. perhaps shikamaru had been too accusing of suigetsu but who could blame him? this man didn't exactly have the cleanest history. doubt and mistrust were to be expected── at least until time passed long enough to mend the suspicions.
❝ ── nothing. forget it. ❞
huffed out in a rush followed swiftly by a dissatisfied grunt, his gaze shifted away, almost as if he planned to leave the encounter and wander away. yet something was holding him back, a bit of guilt seeping into his consciousness. maybe he was being too harsh on the guy? I mean── it wasn't like he'd actually done anything wrong ever since the war ended. heaving a sigh, shikamaru twisted his attention back to suigetsu and spoke in a calm demeanor.
❝ look, I didn't mean to offend you. I hardly even know you. ❞
a peaceful walk in the woods really relaxes me. the fact that I’m dragging a body should be irrelevant.
