白い牙;;White Fang

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     Dark eyes glare over at the masked shinobi if just for a second. Having sensed her presence a period of time prior, he carried on to see if the hidden shinobi would reveal themselves. 

     A fierce almost arrogant bellow from the famed shinobi, “I’m aware you’re there-have you nothing better to do than to stalk after an old man?!” Though he must admit, she is skilled, having barely detected her presence until he heightened his senses to observe his surroundings.

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     The ANBU uniform is unmistakable, and the features of an Uchiha even more so. It takes Sakumo less than a moment to realize that this shinobi is one of the esteemed figures from the clan. 

     Though the Uchiha had approached silently, Sakumo feels compelled to address him. Finding no other reason for the young man’s presence, he begs to question, “Are you looking for Kakashi? I can point you in the right direction.” There needn’t be any reason to bother an outcasted old man like him anymore, let alone at an ANBU level of attention. 

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     The White Fang recognizes her, an impossible face to forget. Her name being uttered by even his worryingly stoic son. Pity, he thinks to himself, that he couldn’t make a better impression on her than with his open wounds and spilt crimson. 

     “Hey kid,” he says diminutively to the grown woman. “Sorry you have to see me like this.” The next generation has finally stepped in full swing, he realizes, such a young medic like herself being sent out into the field after an old man like him.

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‘ AH – FATHER, I DIDN’T EXPECT YOUR  return for another few hours. ’    he puts the book down and drops his feet from the coffee table sheepishly. BUSTED.

     He gives his son a look that could only be described as ‘the look.’ Echoing himself for what feels a hundred times prior, “How many times have I told you no feet on the table?” A pause. “And you already know how I feel about that book.”

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Concerning Hatake Sakumo.

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      ——- in his eyes was a starless universe. something new, unidentifiable, something dark. he was so terribly real in the moment in a world that had seemed so false only moments before. a new consciousness had been found when cool eyes had met the darkness, drawing her in. he was no soldier crafted by the forceful hands of the world… he was something else. something self-made.

starless skies follow her, watch her — they watch her as she had never been watched before. were those skies there before? did it matter? it was a vague thought that passes near as fast as it breathes life. was she his prey…? would her blood be on his hands next — would she meet her fate at his hands? there was no fear in the thought. there was a thrill to it, to thinking he had such a power that could be exercised if he so pleased. there was a danger in that thought, but she didn’t care. that danger was what held her heart in cold fingers.

she is so very aware of every jagged, heavy breath. of how easily teeth could rip into flesh, how they could tear her into pieces & how she could meet the void at the hands of a self-made monster. 

but did it matter? should it matter? what she looked upon now was her husband .looking into the dark universe, there was no right. there was no wrong. there were no constellations waiting to be rearranged, waiting to be changed …. this was what he was. this was what he kept under lock & key until adrenaline snapped that very same lock & unleashed the beast so very few lived to know.

               he was the wolf. the rabbit would live another day at his mercy.

flesh & bone, held together by skin reaches out. slender fingers find crimson targets, tracing the outline of his jaw. there was no pretending that this was not his doing, but she wasn’t inclined to walk away. what is he thinking? what thoughts passed through his mind? she inhales slowly.lips painted red brush against his. the metallic taste of blood finds her own. faint , transferred from his lips to her own.a monster. he was a monster. he was her monster.

     Pale tender flesh. No, pale soft skin. The scent of her hits his nostrils as she draws near. Her painted red lips, almost the shade of blood themselves parting to revel in the rows of teeth that have themselves torn away at flesh. 

     He is a self-made man, a self-made monster. His talent lies in chaos in calamity, destruction his muse as he runs with the wolves. On the off chance should he grow desperate to tear into flesh again there was always his dear Misaki. No, he mustn’t. But oh, he is a self-made behemoth of a beast, and how he desires to demonstrate how her decadence enamors him so. 

     Be he man or demon, she kisses him. Be he wolf and she be hare, she kisses him. An unjust suffocation in their embrace. Cold nails scraping against his rough skin, leaving trails of invisible fire in their wake. His breath shallow and rough, as she collars him with her presence. 

     Beloved Misaki. His mentality beckons to keep her in the high of his wildness. Get a rush from his savage nature. Limbs wrapping around his darling wife in an almost tender spite then tighten with digging grips, nails daring to break skin as he desperately keeps his mind from racing through the thoughts of tearing her apart. How she would love him so if he satisfied her worst nightmare and most pleasurable daydream all in one. How she would kiss him with her strikingly red lips, leaving marks painted over the blood as she trails through. How she would kiss his hands stained in a decadent scarlet.

     His companionship never too overwhelming until his consciousness falters and leaks, Misaki’s daring whispers in his ear, wishing to see more. His larger form enveloping hers as he demands all of her. A chained up monstrosity on the end of a frighteningly short leash held between her middle and pointer finger. 

                                                        She ushers him to be. Be as he is. 

          As her ruby lips are fought on by his roughed aperture, teeth threaten to clash. The taste of iron. Do you enjoy my dreadfulness, wife? Do you beckon for my atrocity? She doesn’t want the gentle soul he tries to be for her. All she wants is for him to show her who he purposely turned himself into. To be her monster. To be the feral beast he himself created. To fall right into the palm of her hand, wrapped around her pinky finger. Surges of adrenaline overwhelm him. His desire to ravish her, to tear her to shreds roars in his head, blinding him of remaining glimpses of rationality. 

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     There is no one at fault. Blood s p l a t t e r e d across his features, speckling his clothes, and matting his hair in stark contrast to his white locks. Hands awash in crimson give way to reveal his contemporary vision. 

     Not the village, the village creates soldiers, not monsters like him. They are not to blame. How simple and insignificant to wave a scolding finger at the higher ups as more rumors spread about their favorite leashed up beast. Harbinger of the village’s encroaching power. 

     His family, innocent till proven guilty. Never having played a hand into his creation save for his dear mother, kissed by the worms as she was lowered into the earth by his clan members. Bright heads of silver hair dancing in the sun, what an unbecoming day for a funeral it had been. 

          There is no one at fault, he is as he is. 

                                                                                The only one at fault is him.

     Look at me, the red paints targets on his face. The red cries out to his dear wife, look at me! Look at me, for I am a monster. Tear my heart out of my chest, it only beats for you dear Misaki. Her elegant digits tracing into the sides of his jaw, pressing to his lips ever so gently. A distinct metallic taste almost hits his tongue, if not for her to quickly pull away despite drawing nearer. 

     The prose in his mind gives way to heavy breaths, feral eyes staring down his beloved like a piece of meat. Devoured alive like a wolf feasting on a rabbit, his coal black eyes demand the adrenaline he’s become so hooked on. With each tortured breath, Sakumo cries for his thoughts to be made clear to her. Look at what I am, there’s no one to blame but myself. 

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“father,” kakashi acknowledges. he tries not to eye the distraction his father has brought him, uncomfortable though it makes his father. the fact that he’s brought the book to kakashi’s hospital bed might well be a testament to how concerned he is about him.

“i was well within the parameters of the mission. the risks are higher in anbu than in … other ranks.” he’d about to have gone into territory neither of them wanted to tread: if he failed his mission and got caught, the political implications would have started a war. better to talk about his own recklessness, then, with his father, even if it meant unintentionally pulling rank.

shit. kakashi sighed and started picking at the tape holding the i.v. in place on top of his hand. there’s another in the crook of his elbow. he can’t look his father in the eye yet.

     There are those who believe that a parent instinctually understands how to care for their child. Whoever shared such a belief with Sakumo is a fool. Mental prayers echo in his mind as he wishes that his wife, Kakashi’s mother, was still here. She knew better than he, she always did. 

    “You don’t have to tell me about risks and ranks son,” he says, biting into the single-syllable term to remind this boy that he is still his child above all else. Sakumo is the White Fang for crying out loud, though he’s always done his best to set example of modesty and humbleness around his son, perhaps a bit of an ego would’ve reminded Kakashi of just exactly who his father is. Of just exactly how much of a reputation Sakumo has. 

    Eyes narrow just a moment, considering outright scolding him, letting it come to light just what kind of a man his father is if not to merely assert himself. Lips press thin and firm and release to state sternly, “Kakashi. Look at me.” 

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"We're going to die here aren't we?"

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     “I’m not one to brag,” her husband admits, reaching for his tanto. “I know how you look at me.” Like an idiot. An oaf. A whining puppy, a declawed kitten. Soft and unlike a shinobi. 

      He is so much more than just a fool for her love. Teeth gnash as the blade is drawn and in front of his face. Stiffness sets into his body, like a poised wolf, ready to lunge. A glaze over his coal black eyes. Instinct takes over as his mind beckons, there is only the hunted and there is only the hunter. 

     “But I am the White Fang for a reason.” He declares, his voice almost at a growl, aimed at the enemy lines. Two Konoha jounin against a wave of enemies. A couple standing against the world. “Now Misaki,” a much colder voice beckons as narrowed eyes glance over at his beloved for only a moment as he turns his head, “Are you predator or are you prey?”

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     That look in her eyes is strikingly familiar, but not in its source. As if he’s staring into the eyes of a starved wolf. Of a cornered mouse that needs to defend itself. Desperation. He’s looking into desperate eyes. They’re rather unbecoming of his wonderfully ferocious wife.

     “You shouldn’t be taking more than the prescription says. You’re strong,” he seems to try to reason with her. Remind her of just who she is. “You’ll be fine without it.” Right? She would be alright...wouldn’t she? Doubt scratches at the back of his throat as he swallows dryly. She’s not in that much pain...is she?

     Her touch makes his breath pause for just a moment. Straightening his back, keeping a slight distance between them as he feels a cold fire run from her fingertips, sending chills down his spine.

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ooc;; i wont be on much until after friday i have a really big midterm to study for that happens on that day and ill be active on skype and ill be drawing but i cant write for now once my midterms are done ill be more active and get to all my replies

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Yet another dark rp starter list

a few quotes, some straight from my brain, all possibly quite angsty

"I'm going to kill you now, I hope that's alright."

"Put the gun down!"

"You can't hurt someone who's already dead."

"I forget you."

"Don't say goodbye, I hate goodbyes."

"I can't believe I ever loved you."

"Shut up!"

"You've turned yourself into a monster!"

"I never wanted to hurt you."

"I can't stand the sight of you."

"Please, take whatever you want, just don't shoot them!"

"You traitor!"

"I should have expected this from you."

"How could you?"

"They're gone... I can't believe they're gone..."

"What the fuck did you do!?"

"We thought we were the good guys."

"What's the difference between a soldier and a monster?"

"I want their head on stick!"

"I can't believe you cheated on me!"

"Tell me why you did it."

"Just looking at you makes me feel sick."

"You're my prisoner now, and I'm never letting you go."

"If you scream I'll shoot."

"I don't want your money, I want revenge."

"It's your fault!"

"You're under arrest for first degree murder."

"We're going to die here aren't we?"

"This is going to hurt. A lot."

"I'm afraid it's terminal."

"You have 5 minutes to convince me not to kill you."

"You're no longer my child."

"The doctors say I only have a few more months."

"I know you've started drinking again."