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@kavvaakari
All that I am tonight hangs by a thread / as I wait for her, whom none can command. / Whatever it is I cherish most among youth, freedom, and glory / doesn't compare to my treasured friend.
And Look! She comes ... she tosses back her veil / staring me down, serene with without pity / I ask of her: Was it you who dictated the pages of Hell?
She answers: I am the one.
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[clearly experiencing symptoms of mania] oh i get it! im finally normal!
Barbara Kingsolver from Demon Copperhead (2022)
Rarepair - Sai/Haku 🧊✍️
volume 21, chapter 185
i honestly prefer to kick a man when hes down. its the easiest time to do it
"There's levels to your ignorance. I don't think you'd be half as bad if you weren't in ROOT. " It's to say, there's a lot of development that's left out of the equation. Even Sasuke with his stunted childhood had grown to be quite... Normal. Naruto despite his obsessive tendencies? Also quite normal. Isolation was a type of death he could never wish on anyone, and ROOT took that to an extreme. Sasuke's eyes are curious, watching Sai's typically emotionless face -- save for that shit-eating grin he always had -- and his mind flits back to when he had gotten the facade to crack some time ago.
It was a fleeting thing, but one that betrays this demeanor of his. There is something in Sai that would like to get out, if only it knew how.
"No, you got it wrong." He replied coolly, his next words chosen carefully and with calculation ; he is not the type to be nice, but he is kind despite everything. " People suck. Individuals don't. Can't expect you to get that when I don't say it bluntly."
He goes for a raw almond, one of his favorites, and contemplates further.
"I'm not interested in performative niceties. People are too caught up in what society expects of us to do the right thing. People suck because of that, but when you get a person alone, it's not impossible to figure out who they really are without that expectation. I don't always like what I find, but at least it's honest. I can respect that."
Sai, he thinks, is honest. As much as he's capable of being.
"For what it's worth, you're not bad when you're not doing everything in your power to piss me off."
As Sasuke speaks, Sai pulls out a small black notebook and jots down a few addendums on the notes he'd taken on his previous conversation with Sakura about kindness, politeness, and treating others with respect.
PPL =/= INDV PEOPLE SUCK - SCIL PRES = DISHNST BEHVIOR ? SAS. VALUE HNSTY
He looks up. There is very little expression on his face outside of that same manufactured smile, though there also seems to be the usual amount of almost puppy-like confusion.
"In my power? Why does someone such as myself hold the power to upset you, Sasuke?" He sounds genuinely interested, like he's eager to hear something new.
❝ whatever has been done to my boy. . . runs deeper than i imagined. ❞ gai admits defeatedly, his half finished cup of green tea long forgotten-- having gone cold good ten minutes ago. and a finger idly taps on the polished wood's patterns. this is not the fatherhood he imagined, dreamed of, and he does not blame lee at all. but unreleting love is not yielding the expected results, and he is running out of options. his inaction burns and itches beneath tanned skin. he doesn't expect dear genma to be able to fix it, but all be damned, he needs to talk to someone. ❝ more love, that's what i need, even more love. ❞ love fixes everything, doesn't it?
@kavvaakari liked for smth from the heart.
Genma taps her fingers on the table between them to draw his attention to her, but it doesn't seem to work. He's deep in his own stubborn fool head, trying to puzzle over what exactly he should do with lee. She wonders if he would even notice if she crumpled up a napkin and threw it at his head.
"More... love?" She asks, her voice calm, cool, and collected. "Gai, you can't be serious. You know that people write books about how to deal with traumatized children for this exact purpose, right? Have you done any research? Have you tried being patient?"
“Just Baki,” he says, pouring a hearty amount into a styrofoam cup. The steam warming the underside of his hand while he fastened the lid. “I don't need anything fancy before my name, my stint as a Kage was short-lived and widely received as dull." It was fine, he didn't start any wars, made a few treaties - with the help of other Kage's and the council; besides, Yamato wasn't a stranger. They've been working together for weeks now, months if you count his short-lived time Konohagakure.
While Baki was always hardpressed to call someone a … friend, he felt that the two of them were at least very good acquaintance. He turned and placed the cup within Yamato's reach, looking the younger man over once, wondering if the Suna heat was starting to get to him. He looked flushed and tired, drained even. But, that's what the desert did to those unready for the strain. Lonely nights will do that to you, however.
Yamato was young, and handsome, it wouldn't be long until he caught the eye of a young kunoichi. The thought bothering him only slightly more than it should. Truly, he was too old for those sorts of feelings.
“ … suffice?” Often, Baki did his best to remain stone faced, but he couldn't help the way his brows knitted together. Suffice? Surely, he didn't mean to ask him to share his bed ? The way the idea sped up his heart was just as juvenile; blinking, he forgets to place the coffee pot back, letting the low hiss of the drop fill the empty space between them.
“Would you … are you asking me something?”
Yamato thinks perhaps this will be another flirtation that Baki misses- whether or not he willfully ignores them or truly doesn't pick up on them, Yamato has never quite been able to tell, but Baki has never scolded him for it so he hasn't stopped. He's resigned himself to being grateful there's no one else in the break room to watch him fumble for the nth time this week, when the strangest expression crosses the other man's face.
Baki is puzzled. As if, slowly, he's starting to work something out.
Not quite foolish enough to allow himself hope in the face of Baki's nigh overwhelming obtuseness, Yamato raises an eyebrow at him and slowly leans across the counter to push his hand until the coffee pot is back in its dock, fresh coffee once more dripping safely into that pot instead of into the hot plate below. Fire hazard minimized. Suna should offer him their highest medal for combatants.
Yamato watches Baki calmly, and considers dodging. Considers insinuating. Considers getting up and walking away without a word. Some responses will generate outcomes a little more predictable than confessing the truth, but Yamato can't help himself:
"Yes. I'm asking you to come to my hotel tonight and share the bed with me," he replies, his voice pitch in his best imitation of Kakashi's flat 'are you a moron' voice. "To keep me warm. Among other things."
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"i'm not sure!" lee interjects with a shake of his head. what a colossal conundrum to have come across — sitting at the ramen shop that naruto frequented, and yet not knowing enough about the items to be confident in choosing a meal.
he looks to the other, "does naruto bring you here often? what do you think he would choose to eat?"
"Oh, Naruto-kun doesn't bring me here," Sai replies cheerily. "But sometimes he doesn't tell me to leave him alone when he comes in, so I've eaten here a few times. The food is quite tasty!"
"Usually he gets the pork special," he seems unbothered by the fact that Naruto doesn't enjoy his company very much. "But it doesn't have very many vegetables. I quite like the spicy chicken miso with extra mushrooms!"
holding a gun up like you guys wanna plot something with me sooooo bad
⟮ @kavvaakari ⟯ — ∗ o6﹕ sender gives receiver company in the hospital .
he's lucky — the medics state — that the blade had just missed his spine. lucky. iruka feels further from fortunate than he has in a long time. shinobi did not often trust each other as friends. comrades in arms, but rarely confidants. mizuki had been that for iruka... or, that's what iruka believed. now that he knows different, he only feels naive and small for trusting him in the first place.
iruka lets out a frustrated sigh. it's difficult to sleep in the hospital bed, made more uncomfortable by the stitches in his back. before he can call for a nurse, movement catches his eye. climbing through the window, a cat-masked ANBU silently drops into the room. iruka's brows stitch together with a mix of concern and confusion.
"ah — hello ...do you need something?"
Kakashi had asked Tenzo to do some digging.
He does that a lot, even more often now that he's not allowed access to most ANBU files, or the ANBU command building, or even most of the ANBU gossip network. Tenzo, won't you look into this for me? Aren't you curious? Don't you want to know the truth?
Tenzo always asks what good the truth did for him. He doesn't feel the need to remind Kakashi that he doesn't have an identity outside of ANBU, that if they want to wash him out, they really will just kill him, another poorly kept secret of the Leaf that made itself inconvenient and met a bad end.
He still looks into things, of course. Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.
"Need, I don't suppose..." Iruka looks awful, laid out prone, his cheek pressed to the pillow and his hair down around his bloodless, pained face. Tenzo has seen him in passing, even joked around with him in his own way, but it's hard to maintain a friendship when you don't even have a real name. "I have questions about Mizuki."
He thinks honesty might be appreciated.
"You look awful," the observation is casual, and in the back of his head he hears the voice of a friend long dead mutter something about maybe not that much honesty. He tips his head, pauses, and crouches next to the bed so Iruka's face is eye-level with his mask. "You want me to hit the button for- damn, they have you on Dilauded? That shit rules. You want another dose?"
therapist: and what do we say when we feel like this?
me: no live organism can continue to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality
therapist: no
Once the dead horse decomposes, you're gonna wish you beat it more
True Detective 1.01 — The Long Bright Dark
