Not Right Now

"Yeah, I'm Sarutobi Asuma - just call me Asuma. Teacher and jounin from Konoha. Anything else about me should be pretty easy to find out. And if not then I either don't want you to know, or I'm not allowed to share. So there you have it." house: 1A-C roomie: none teaching: history (university) {Asuma RP with Iwakiri Academy} icon

[hihien]

Mission: Impossible

mynameisnotbambi:

He knew it was a wasted effort to get Asuma to quit smoking for good. But, that didn’t stop Shikamaru from trying at least a little.

Within the small box was a “pack” of electronic cigarettes – 6 in total – with instructions. Even if his mentor didn’t ever use it, at least the somewhat safer option was now in his grasp.

As always, Shikamaru left the gift by the door, knocked, and left. Attached was, also as always, a simple note:

Happy birthday.

– S

Asuma wasn’t exactly scared of showing emotions, but he thought everything had a time and a place. Telling Shikamaru he was actually quite touched by the present he gave Asuma was one of those “never a time” things.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t known everyone’s opinion on his, yes, very bad, habit, it was just mostly they made passive aggressive jokes about it. He thought back to their awkward sorry you’re dead conversation, and guiltily rubbed his neck. He supposed, if he was alive here, the mature thing would be to try and stay alive.

Y’know, so as not to traumatize his students and daughter. Again.

Idly flicking the paper with his thumb, he considered his options. Finally, he slipped the present into his pocket, and grabbed his phone.

[text: punk #2] thanks kiddo

[hihien]

“Sensei!!” She called once she had spotted his familiar head. The girl waved her hand and then pointed to a large parcel balanced in the other.

“Happy birthday!! How old are you now, 92?” She joked, handing him the box. Inside it held a wallet (with no cash inside, unfortunately) and a rather smart, touch screen tablet. You know, for the modern jounin.

“I wonder if Kurnai-Sensei has planned you a special surprise ~~ ?”

Asuma grinned at his student, not even taking exception to her joke. “Only feels like that some days,” he said, “less so now that I’m not trying to motivate any slackers into running laps,” though he’d quickly learned that explosive tags could make anyone hustle.

He took the present from her, ready to peek in it, but paused, blushing at her words. “You’ll never know, brat,” he said, tucking the box under one arm, locking her in a head lock with the other. He managed to tousle her hair, before letting her go and stepping out of arm range.

“I’ll open this after supper,” he said, “feel free to stop by if you want cake.”

[hihien]

The 2 Percent {Asuma&Mikoto}

[gentlenobility]

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While the rest of the participants were in a flurry, Uchiha Mikoto chose to approach her task with her usual calm and grace- albeit her heart did hammer quietly in her chest, the Uchiha matriarch more excited than she let on. It had been a long time since she had cared for a baby, and needless to say when she saw the sign up sheet for the upcoming event, it had sparked that longing of hers quite easily.

Who knew, it could be interesting.

It certainly didn’t help that the prospect of more grandchildren was a definite possibility.

She only hoped that the person she was to be paired with was agreeable… At this, Mikoto peered into the apartment she had been assigned to, dark eyes alight with curiosity. It looked like her partner had arrived before her.

And he was already having a mildly amusing conversation with the child.

“I did,” she said politely, as she took a few more steps into the apartment, all the while doing well to mask any reservations she had about this arrangement. “Bring diapers, that is. It’s nice to see you, Asuma-san. I hope you’re not having any trouble?”

She did mean that.

[hihien]

Asuma took in her words, and immediately offered his most charmingly goofy smile. “Mikoto-san, I take back every thought I ever had about you,” he said seriously. “You are not just a worthy shinobi and beautiful woman, you are a resplendent goddess of preparedness.”

He stood as he spoke, keeping one hand on the baby so she wouldn’t fall. Or roll off, babies did a lot of rolling. “Which is tos ay nah, not so bad. Just need the diaper and we’re golden, right kiddo?” he asked the baby.

Her reply was a delighted giggle and some grabby hands, and he grinned at Mikoto. “See? We’re bonding already,” he said. “I knew those babysitting D-ranks would actually come in handy some day.”

He took a diaper from her in thanks, setting about his mission of cleanliness. “Ta-da!” he said after he was done. “Mind taking her while I clean up?”

Not that he got anything on himself, thankfully. But it never hurt to be extra good around mothers, yours or otherwise. 

[hihien]

The 2 Percent {Asuma&Mikoto}

Asuma had to admit it was a tiny bit of paranoia that had him rushing to case the house early, and now he was paying the price. Grimacing at the cooing baby, Asuma shook his head at her as he finished wiping her down.

“You’re so small,” he told her, “how do you make so much mess, huh?” She didn’t answer of course, but he kept talking. “Lucky for us the bathroom vanity is wide hm? You’re not Mirai though, so who are you supposed to be?”

Someone else had come into the house a few seconds ago - maybe a minute now - but their chakra was vaguely familiar and not hostile, so he kept up his go-nowhere questioning on the baby.

“Am I going to end up with someone yelling about perverts stealing babies?” he asked her. Her giant, black-brown eyes weren’t focusing on him exactly, and he wondered if maybe she was too young for that. Or, maybe she knew the person hovering in the doorway. “Do you know our visitor?” he stage whispered, before peering over his shoulder.

A familiar long haired woman was silhouetted by the hallway light and Asuma’s smile slipped in surprise. “Mikoto-san,” he said, “I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t leave babies lying around. But just in case you did - bring any diapers back with you?”

[bazz-b-heat]

Stars in the night sky

[bazz-b-heat]

Bazz-B had to look twice at the older man, summing him up before immediately offering an answer. So many personalities at Iwakiri, this could either be a kindred spirit bathed in sarcarm, or a senile idiot falling for his heartbroken-lover bullshit back when Meninas bailed. The only sympathy in his eyes reminded him of his own disgruntled chagrin at the undertones of such a night. He rolled with it.

“Ecstatic,” he answered. “I wasn’t sure which part I’d enjoy more, the couple’s photo booth or the dancing.” Students used dances like some sort of mating ritual, showing off their stuff to attract members of the opposite gender. He’d usually not object, but he suspected a great many were underage.

“Where’s your cohort?” You didn’t pick a fight with a Shinobi, and then another one, without learning who was likely to back who up. They were already a pretty sneaky bunch. 

Bazz-B had seen the chick this guy was supposed to be hanging around with. If he was losing her tonight she was either batshit crazy or had a serious case of the runs. “Sarutobi-sensei, right?”

[hihien]

“I personally am fond of the palm reader a few booths down, apparently I’m in for a long healthy life with many beautiful children,” he smiled despite himself, albeit a little bitterly. “I think she was a little off on a few details, personally.”

Mind you, maybe Iwakiri-life was different from Konoha sorry sensei you died in my arms life. He wasn’t going to unload on a complete stranger though, so kept the tone light. “The exceedingly cheap and slightly questionably food is a good consolation prize, though,” he said before gesturing around him at his question.

“Here and there,” he said, sizing the man up slightly, “girls night out for my uh, family,” note to self: check marital status with Kurenai, “and I knew the rest back when they were more likely to break a thumb than throw a good punch.” He pulled a cigarette pack from his pocket, pulling one out and silently offering one to his company.

Not that anyone said yes, and he’d kick their asses of any of his team did, preferably before their parents found out. 

“So that really sucks the romance outta things. Though I’m so bad at romance my stories about attempting to woo people was used as palliative care.”

He nodded at the pink haired man, “Asuma’s fine, since I doubt you wanna call me Asuma-sensei like most of the hoard does. I don’t stand on ceremony, life’s too short,” he wracked his brain for a name to put to this face, but failed. “You’re on the student council, yeah?” he asked. “That must be a party.”

As long as you counted clash of egos as fun.

[hihien]

once in a lifetime opportunity {Mirai&Asuma}

[futuremonkeyjump]

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Mirai sticked her tongue out playfully, perhaps Mama was right, and she should’ve moderate her prays to her father. Although most of her wishes were more gratefulness than anything. Just to know that he kept an eye was more than enough.

His kisses were so different than Mama’s, or Shika-Jii’s, but they weren’t any less loving. She rested her face over his shoulder, he was forced to leave, but now they have a choice! A choice to be together.

A gentle smile was drawn in her features, one of her hands stroking the back of his neck. Upon listening to her reply she looked back at him, her crimson eyes sparkling once again, “That’s what we’ll do! Mama, me, Shika-Jii… We’ll stay all with you!” and with that reassurance she gave him a kiss on his nose.

[hihien]

Asuma chuckled at the mental of image of trying to live with team 10 and a toddler under one roof, though he was pretty certain that wasn’t what she was envisioning. Unless it was.

“Well, aren’t I just the luckiest man in Iwakiri?” he asked, teasing even as he meant it. “How about you help your lucky tousan find a good place for food, ne?”

He ruffled her hair as he started to walk. “What do you think,” he tried to think up some of the stuff less popular in Konoha he’d eaten over the years. “Basashi? Balut? A nice biiiiig bowl of natto?”

Well, natto was common but Asuma had never moved past the fact that once you ate it everything else tasted like it.

[kodokusabaku-blog]

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Stirring from a voice, his hand would push away the book on his head for eyes open to a gray sky threatening his peace.  He stared up for the moment to allow his mind to actually wake up completely.  He was drowsy enough to be trying to figure out why the clouds were speaking to him.  When his head turned, he saw just who was talking.  One of the teachers of this place.  He couldn’t quite remember his name right off, but he seemed to be there to save his works.

“First off, I’m no kid.  I’m probably the same age as you, if not close to it.  Second … Thanks…” sighing, he would begin gathering his books up and tucking them away into a bag.  Whether or not he would beat the rain was uncertain.  At least his work would be fine.  “The name’s Sasori, by the way.”

[hihien]

“Kiddo is not kid, it’s a state of being,” Asuma said with the certainty of someone who still got called brat by people who’d known him when he was a teen. He eyed the red head, one eyebrow arching.

Red hair. Suna accent. Sasori. “No shit,” Asuma said, rubbing his hair and looking up at the sky. Very grey, “I’m Sarutobi Asuma,” he stooped to get a book that had either been missed, or bypassed for some filing, offering it over as he stood, just as the first drops his, “you can call me just in time.”

[hihien]

kodokusabaku:

He remained alone as he laid in the grass in the park.  He had fallen into a light sleep with a couple of books beside him and one opened, covering his face.  Safe to assume he had spent the majority of his day studying and working.  This small moment was a chance to rest his eyes and mind.

Asuma wasn’t one to interrupt a man’s sleep, unless said man was a skiving student. He also wasn’t one to let the elements have their way with the unwary, so, one eye on the rapidly darkening clouds above, Asuma made his way toward the lightly dozing red head on the grass.

“Rain in the air,” he warned once he was in kicking - but out of throat slashing - distance. “Your books are gonna get trashed kiddo.”

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[hihien]

Asuma didn’t even bother speaking to the group in front of him, just formed a very familiar seal, letting smoke and leaves whip around him.

He blamed that Uchiha, somehow.

[hihien]

[/Casually takes this opportunity to hug her father dearly <3 ]

Asuma didn’t even think about, just wrapped his arms around her. “Heya kiddo.”

[hihien]

“Is this… *your* speedo?”

Asuma didn’t know this lady. Asuma didn’t know what she had approached him and more than anything Asuma didn’t know why this had happened to him twice in one night.

“I’m more of a floral print than an animal print guy myself,” he said, eying the cheetah spotted thing. “And even with the spandex, I don’t think I’d want to try and wear anything that size.”

“Why d’you ask?”

[hihien]

“Is this… *your* speedo?”

Asuma pinned the Uchiha with a long stare before switching it to the aforementioned article of clothing.

“One, you picked up a piece of clothing that goes on without underwear before varifying who owned it? And two,” he pointed, “did Ino intimate to you at some point that I am full of self loathing? Because that looks like a torture via public humiliation device if ever I saw one.”

It was neon green.

[hihien]

“I think I’m melting…”

Absently, Asuma twisted his hands in a familiar sign, sending a puff of air her way. “You’re a Konoha shinobi kid,” he teased, releasing the sign. “You should be used to sweating buckets most of the year.” His grin grew, “may you should cool down with some laps. Gai swears it works. Or maybe it sweats out impurities...probably Youthful either way.”

[hihien]

(ू• ౪•ू )

Asuma laughed and retaliated by lifting her off her feet in a crushing hug. “What was that?” he asked, grinning as he set her down and ruffled her messy black hair.

“Got a paper on facial muscles due?”

[hihien]

(ू• ౪•ू )

“Uh,” Asuma said. It came out normally, despite the fact his lips weren’t in a normal shape at this exact moment. His cigarette had fallen to the ground and he carefully stepped it out without dropping eye contact.

“How are you even reaching this high?” Asuma asked after a second. It came out strangely, yes, but he was certain she would understand him. And what had prompted it? Hands on anti-smoking campaign?

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