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 @demonichealer​

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Failure..       Weakling..              “>Worthless..

What is a kunochi without her healing power?        What do you call a jinchuuriki without the killing ability of a truly deadly weapon? Rin’s amazing intelligence and her strong fighting will were some of the reasons she was still alive today. With only Minato sensei to comfort her after waking in the hospital, and Kushina’s little bit of guidance, Rin thought everything was going to be okay in her life.. She needed to see the positives in her life, or she would have happily given Isobu to ”>Danzo to do as he wanted. No comrades to keep her safe anymore. Obito was dead because she was too weak back then to help to protect the ‘team’ and Kakashi was long gone before she even awoke from the chidori attack. The jinchuuriki had so much self loathing, hatred, and loneliness that she needed to keep pinned up inside; for the ever lingering idea of her death still burned strong in the village among the elders. Fast forward to the current day and the chained weapon of Konoha could not believe that she had stumbled across the path of her ex-fellow comrade. The female wasn’t sure how to feel or what to think at that moment, she just resorted to following the very slim chakra trail that her bijuu friend picked up. Konoha was still a prison for her, even with Tsunade as Hokage, the strings on her body were pulled tight. The control was ever percent, but Rin resisted for the first time in a long time. She wasn’t going to abandon her home, but leaving during the harsh and dangerous time of the middle of the night made her look suspicious. She had no plans to fight her old crush from long ago, but she had plenty of defense to back up her plans.  Using the cover of night and the powerful mist of her loving beasty, Rin slipped through the gate entry way and out into the local forests to follow the scent of abandoness and perhaps a small amount of loneliness.

There’s a feeling in his stomach that he can’t pinpoint. A premonition? He’s not entirely sure. It worsens as he nears the village and it hits him. Of course. Sentimentality.

It happened on some nights. Certain days like birthdays, anniversaries, they made him long for Konoha. The village had been all he knew once. Leaving it had been the right choice, but it didn’t make it any less easy. Something sank in his stomach as he crossed the path that would lead to the gates. It was always there, threatening him to return with his tail between his legs. He wouldn’t, the village had done too much and still needed to atone for its sins.

Not to mention, with all the Leaf blood on his hands, there was no going back. He stops for a moment, in one of the branches of a tree. The kage seemed to stare directly at him despite the large distance. He watches the carvings for a moment, wondering what kind of resolve it took to actively want to become the head of the snake. His mind drifts to Obito. Oh, the youth.

It crosses his mind for a split second that Obito was better off dead. He swears under hisbreath. That was a lie. He’d give anything to have Obito back. Kakashi ends up taking a seat on the branch. He lets himself have the moment. His mind stays with Obito, wishing with all his might that his friend would somehow appear beside him. Laughing and taunting like they used to. It doesn’t happen and his mind drifts to his other lost love.

Rin deserved so much more than this world could give her. And he lets himself laugh out loud when he sees an outline that closely resembles her. Obito wouldn’t appear, but Rin did. The moment loses it’s amusing aspects when he looks down at his hands. Sometimes Kakashi could still smell her blood on his hands. He looks up again and is ready to strike in a second. The outline hadn’t disappeared. That was either a distraction or an attack. Rin was dead. There’s a pang in his heart as the truth rings in his head. He killed her.

He takes a cautious step to try and get a better look at her, because it was so clearly Rin. His hands ball up into fists as he waits for her to get closer. He’d like to know who was orchestrating this before he got his hands dirty. Rin’s memory was his and his alone.

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  i lose my balance on these eggshells you tell me   to tread – i’d rather be a wild one instead. don’t   want to hang around the ‘in crowd’ ; the cool ki   ds aren’t cool to me. they’re not cooler than   we are.

           orchestrated by ANGEL.            AU! SAKURA HARUNO.            IND. SELECTIVE. PRI.         art credit.

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@deldara

Shudders ran up and down Deidara’s spine as the man lazily stood by him, asking questions he barely heard. He stared pensively at the Sharingan eye the man had, scar marring his lid and upper cheek…blue eyes flicked from eye to eye nervously, and Deidara tried to collect himself.

“Copy-cat Kakashi, I presume,” he said in a somewhat tight voice. “And the Akatsuki is not an open organization, so you don’t need to know the pay. Leader-sama makes all the decisions on who joins and who doesn’t, hm,” he said firmly, neglecting to say his own name. “It’s not easy to get into. You’re usually…chosen.”

“Hm, I wasn’t aware I had a reputation,” had he not been slightly wary of the man in front of him, he would have laughed. It wasn’t surprising given he’d been one of Konoha’s finest nins in his day.

Still, these men in the red clouds had become more and more common in the gossip that ran through the nations. And since this blonde one one seemed to be traveling with a... a stupid one, it seemed like a good time to ask. Jobs in the market were low, meaning the blood on Kakashi’s hands ran less, but so did his money.

                “And so there is pay,” he affirms. That made it all the more interesting.                                  Kakashi was confident enough in his skills. Whatever the                                   organization may be, he had probably seen worse. He                                    can do this, “Leader-sama? Who might that be?”

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Happy Birthday Michael! [June 4, 2013]

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okay so my last words about this #drama. after this no more, i promise.

1) NONE OF US SENT US THAT HATE YOU PROBABLY SENT YOURSELF YOU FUCKING TOOL.

literally. if you think we are at a level beneath you and would resort to something then ya’ll got another thing coming.

another thing, and i saw this phrase and tbh i LOVED it. “you say you didn’t send the hate but the proof is in your actions”

literally we have been asking what actions.

show us where we sent that hate. ya’ll got nothing. becAUSE WE DIDN’T DO IT. SHIT. like tbh i’d bet money that ezra sent himself those simple ass “die” messages to get pity from ya’ll. because the other messages from that one post he made were all like “i just see more excuses about shipping incest” and things of that sort. so hmmmmm. maybe stop trying to drag us with messages you sent yourself hmm.

as for bryn literally how the hell would anyone know they were the one shipping the incest with immediately??? like??? something smells fishy here. i mean unless ya’ll have gotten hate before about this? and just suddenly decided to pin it on scott, ella, and i because we hate incest?

idk looks bad, todd.

and hmm for a little tidbit i read today too: I WAS NEVER YOUR FRIEND, LIKE LMFAO YA’LL THOUGHT? I Have friends and they’re not a disgusting cesspool like ya’ll are. that i’ve known for a very long time.

final point before conclusion: shipping two adults who were basically put into a sort of ‘time travel’ scenario that met and interacted as adults in canon is “paedophilic” according to ya’ll (u can clearly see it is not omfg.) but uchiha x uchiha shipping is a-ok?? get a fucking grip lmfao that was so far a reach only mr. fantastic could have made it. get a fucking grip, girl.

and finally, my favourite comment of the night tbh, it went something like, “shipping incest and paedophilia and then saying you’re protecting the children is absolute bullshit bc youre lying to cover up being called a freak for what you like” tbh my dude well said. ya’ll are fake and pathetic as HELL.

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                                   [ so i have a few announcements. ]

1) For whatever reason my skype isn’t letting me log in anywhere so I've since remade that, that said if we are mutuals you can hit me up and ask for the new ID though please remember I have the right to say no.

and 2) there’s been something that’s bothered the hell out of me as of late in relation to recent drama that has reard its ugly head on my dashboard and well, It hasn’t set well with me. I tend to keep this sort of thing as far away from me as I can. That said, I’m going to be doing a lot of unfollowing/blocking in order to make this a safe space for me again.

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[Reposting since the last one did not agree with the tags. This is a new slightly canon-divergent Obito blog looking for people to write with! Please like/reblog if you wouldn’t mind interacting with this fool.]

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 @paraxyt:

     “… Among a myriad of other things. I was not aware that Konoha’s youths are not allowed to have hobbies.” And it is a testament to his infallible composure that Shino does not falter or flee despite knowing which rogue-nin is standing behind him. He has been aware since the man stepped within his kikai’s range, scattered across Konoha and the forests surrounding it in a rough circle spanning ten miles — perhaps more, if his training had not been interrupted. Picking apart the influx of information his kikai supplied is often taxing, but it is easier to identify something when he has had practice at it. 

      This is not the first time he has sensed this man. 

      Rising to his feet, Shino allows a vibrant red beetle to roam the pale expanse of his hand as he turns to regard the stranger. Beneath his goggles, the teen is careful to keep his eyes imperceptibly lowered. Should this encounter regress into bloodshed, he would want to take comfort in the fact that he had fought instead of simply falling prey to that notorious eye. 

     “Is there something you need, or am I free to capture the specimen your presence drove away?”

The sarcastic remark is well received. It’s almost nice to know that Konoha now lets its youth indulge in things so simplistic. Bug collecting. He chooses not to laugh in the boy’s face. He hopes that one day the boy and others like him will know the cost of their leisure. Their safety and fun came from his suffering, his and those in his generation that were unable to see that the village only took until you had nothing else to give. Then it threw you away ready to collect from the next.

Kakashi uncrosses his arms as the boy turns to him. And there it was. The Konoha he knew and despised. The calm turning into a stance that screamed readiness for battle. No fear and ready to walk into death’s arms. Pathetic. But still, he couldn’t entirely condemn the boy. Kakashi had once also been ready to leap into the abyss. Perhaps there was a chance of showing the boy the true nature of the village’s promises of peace. If not, the boy could be of some use, it now occurs to him. He remembers a piece of gossip heard around Kirigakure.

            “Well, now that you mention it, yes,” it’s just occurred to him,                         “The Hokage. I heard he has passed. Is this true?”                                   He’d have to know who the new Hokage was.                                   Different kage, different strategy.

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@killcaustiic​ starter!!

     Not a second had passed from the moment she felt the presence of an unfamiliar individual to her clashing with him. She had presumed him to be a Hidden Leaf Shinobi. 

     Such is the life of a rogue. Always on edge, always ready to fight. There is no safe haven like the Hidden Leaf Village. After her desertion, she’s been more quick to fight than even the average rogue, knowing that she’d be a high priority in the village’s dreadful bingo book.

     Sword clattering against kunai. The two are barely balanced out as Atsuko aggressively presses the weight of her long sword down. No doubt her adversary already has two or three strategies on how to get around her harsh force. 

     The headband is unmistakable, and she feels assured in her decision as she bares down her strength, until her memories resurface and remind her of the past. That white head of hair. It’s unmistakable just as his headband. And when her senior officer deserted, she would talk about it in hushed whispers they way the Anbu would behind closed doors.

     “Y-you,” she manages out, eyes wide. A lot of mixed emotions are held in seeing his masked face once more. She wonders how he’ll react to knowing his junior officer has also turned. 

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You could never be too careful. It occurs to him that maybe attacking head on wasn’t always such a good idea. She fights back as well as any other shinobi does and he considers a few possible exit strategies as they pull away from each other for a moment.

And then she speaks to him as if she knows him. It doesn’t sit very well with him especially since he doesn’t remember ever meeting her anywhere. Or maybe he had. Was she... Suna? No, he doubted she was of the Sand. Much less Iwa.  Ordinarily, he wouldn’t care, but since he seems to draw out such emotion from her, it’s bothersome that he can’t connect an identity with her person.

His ill-earned fame usually draws the same reaction from everyone, so hers sounding-- solemn? It sparked his cautionary instincts. Fighting with her would be wasting his time. He holds out his kunai, holding it from the tip. It’s a gesture he hopes she reads as some sort of white flag. He’s not going to engage her and would appreciate the same. It’s become more of a priority to find out why she knows him.

That way he can decide whether he should try and kill her or not.

            “Me?” He doesn’t know what this woman wants with him. Did he                               owe her money? Had he killed one of her loved ones?                               Was she sent from Konoha? Another village?

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Cold Silver, Toxic Bloom

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 @itsuehime

私を破壊する。 ━ Blood. So, so much blood. The kunoichi knelt by the river’s bank and cleaned her sword       of the crimson splotches that stained the cold steel. With shaky and dyed-red hands,       she reached up and removed her pink WOLF mask. Her chest rose with a DEEP inhale. Her shoulder fell was a SHARP exhale. Could all the water in this river ever wash away all this blood? Not just the blood she spilled,       but also the countless SINS of the village, piled up       over the gamut of history. The very thought of it SICKENED her. A nauseating wave crashed over her head. Sakura crumpled forward and dry heaved. Coughing and GASPING for breath,       she forced herself to rise to her feet. With hands clad in black gloves,       she snatched up her porcelain MASK       and set it atop the crown of her head,       letting it dangle above her forehead so as not to cover her face. Opal green eyes stole at glance at the sky above the eastern gate       between Konoha and Ame. The sky - it was BLEEDING. And the black curtain of night would soon FALL. They had, however, agreed to meet up after sundown. Taking her time, she trudged to a nearby tree       with large trunk and shade abundant. She sat down against its support. You didn’t forget this time, did you? @killcaustiic​

His nights don’t get any easier, especially since he’s now found a confidant. Someone inside the village, someone living through the misery the village claimed to be a safe lifestyle. Peace at the cost of innocent lives. He lies on his back, staring at the sky above him. The rendezvous point was not too far from his location.

He had nothing better to do, after all. The village had wanted to claim him. To use him.. They wanted him to dedicate his life to serving the village. Then they killed his family. He now dedicated his life to destroying them. And it’d never occurred to him that maybe he wasn’t the only one. That there were more like him.

A young girl, with bright pink hair and green eyes. So easy to distinguish. And somehow she was brighter than any rose the village could blossom. Because she knew. She knew of the horrors the village, what they’d done. This was a new step forward. The village would soon remember him. With the information she brought him, and the allies he’d been gaining, there would be no stopping the fall of Konoha. Of that he was sure.

The sky turns a shade of red he’s seen one too many times. He sits up. She would probably be at the river soon. With new information, surely. It doesn’t take him long to arrive. He waits up in a tree as she arrives. She leans down to wash the blade in her hands and he gives her the time. When she moves, he follows her from above. He stops when he’s close enough to know she’ll hear him and far enough for him to disappear should it be needed.

                 “Have you been followed?” he asks. It’s almost protocol.                                     It wouldn’t be the first time he’d had to talk or                                     run from someone who had been followed.

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                             [ and so i have returned. uhhh replies might be slow. but                                          i am here. shoutout to @haikxra for their kind words on                                             the other post! ]                                 

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Why should I apologize for being a monster? Has anyone ever apologized for turning me into one?

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It’s something that shouldn’t have happened. And if he were to ask himself, Kakashi’s not really sure why he did it in the first place. Out of respect for something that could have been, maybe? He’s not entirely sure. After an encounter in the forest, a fight that had Kakashi on his toes like he hadn’t been in a while. So, when he fell on his back, he’d shut his eyes. Gai wasn’t a cheat. He played fair, even if his opponent wasn’t on the right side of things. Kakashi knew that.

Panting heavily, he waited for Gai to move in front of him. Of course, the man had to get his word in. Something something ‘why did you leave the village.’ Kakashi didn’t really care. He had leaped up in a second, moving to take the other’s face in his hands as they toppled over, the sudden weight being too much.

It’s awkward and messy as Gai’s back hits the ground and if Kakashi’s being honest with himself, he’s surprised it’s being reciprocated. His own chapped lips mesh with softer ones so well. Hands rush up to tug at his hair and Kakashi wonders where Gai learned to kiss.

But,  like all good things, this too had to come to an end. Kakashi pulls away abruptly. A soft expression on his face as he meets eyes with the man on the ground before jumping up into one of the trees around them. Gai won’t follow. Kakashi doesn’t stop until he’s reached a far enough distance from where the confrontation with Gai had been. He stops to catch his breath, a hand moving up to pat his bottom lip.

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Sometimes he’s not sure if it’s a dream. If any sort of higher power exists- he’d think that is what is responsible for it. It happens when he’s at his lowest. When there’s innocent blood on his hands and he can’t find a way to wash them clean. When he’s the most homesick, when he regrets abandoning Konoha.

The feeling is almost like with Rin- but less painful and more often. His hands– they’ve never been clean.

And he never knows who they are. He sees them sometimes when he manages to get a good night’s sleep. Sometimes he sees children in his dreams. He couldn’t remember how many, but there was a decent amount. tall ones, short ones, all kinds of kids. Though if he thinks about it, he can more clearly remember a really depressed one, a really happy one, and a bright one. He couldn’t point them out if he ever met them, but he knows they’re the ones that stand out in the dream.

He hasn’t been awake for long. He’s still half asleep, lying in a pile of dirty blankets he’d tried to guess the original shade of before all the stains. And so he tries to recall the dream as best he can because he’s not ready to face the world yet. And he does. He rolls over onto his side before falling asleep again.

They stand near a few rose bushes, dew still lining the bright flowers. And he can see one of the children more clearly, the bright one. A bright head of pink hair of all things. She’s not much taller than his knees. He’s standing there with his arms crossed. There’s a small grin beneath the mask he wears as he watches the pink haired one yell at the other two that he notices are also there.

Something about- the other two were fighting again, she said. He kneels down to meet her gaze as she begins to pout. Her bright green eyes shimmer with tears as he asks what’s wrong. She shows him the smallest of gashes on the back of her hand. He doesn’t laugh, but instead offers some words. Something about how this will make her stronger. Her tears don’t subside. So, he offers to kiss it.

After gaining her permission, he slips the mask down his face. Pressing his lips to the back of her hand lightly, he pulls back and gives her a smile. All better, he says. The tears don’t subside completely, but it seems she’s more curious about the mark on his face now.

A little finger pokes at the beauty mark and she asks why it’s there. He doesn’t have any real answer for her. He doesn’t know, it’s just there. Instead he makes a face, eyes crossing and tongue darting out. She laughs and retracts her finger, head tilting forward as a fit of giggles overtakes her.

He catches her giggles, too. A feeling rushes up his stomach and his feelings are light. The two others have stopped fighting and now they’re all laughing. He feels good.

And then he wakes up again. A sinking feeling overcomes him as he stares up at the dirty ceiling in the small room he’d rented for the night near Sunakagure. He can’t remember much of the dream. He remembers children having been in it, but not much else. He’s sure a bug has just crawled over his leg.He’s alone again.

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