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[dattebanished]

cutely pretends he can't tie his hair to get some sakura-chan pampering

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[multlfarlous]

❛ you’re avoiding the subject, and you know it. what are you hiding from me? ❜ for sakura

&. 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. ; always accepting ; @murasakiirohana

. ———— мѕнαяυησ

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ⌠⦾⌡—— She's been seen through. It's no surprise as it's Ino - for all their fun little pokes and jabs Ino has been there for her since a long time ago. Even if for just a bit, there became some distance - the gap filled so easily. Yet Sakura wished right now she hadn't been caught, the fake smiles failing her and usually she would hold in the worst of it all that she felt and only share it through her window under the moons light.

‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ❝ Mou.. Sometimes I wish you'd just keep up our routine. ❞ A small grumble in her voice, lips pouting and brows furrowing as she drops the natural façade of well being, as fun as verbal jabbing with Ino was she guessed she could feel something was off. ❝ It's just.. It's not hiding, I just don't know what's happening at the moment. Everything feels like it should be back to normal as best as can be, but it's not that simple too.. But I know I'm also just overthinking it you know? ❞

‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ A pause, a groan as hands come up to her face in an exaggerated manner. ❝ I just feel.. Stuck. I shouldn't everything is okay.. ❞ A peep through her fingers to the blond, ❝ Right..? ❞

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[multlfarlous]

... in which, his hand brushed against hers while they were walking together, and his only acknowledgment it to side glance her.

. ———— мѕнαяυησ

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ⌠⦾⌡—— There's a sensation both so alien and yet familiar causing confused fern eyes to snaps up towards her walking companion, a sense of sudden thrum of her chakra in her senses thinking it a motion to be alert, to pay attention and that maybe something was wrong---

‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ Yet, with her senses jumpstarted and her eyes looking away from him to the path around them - not to escape the way his eyes lingered on her, surely.. She absently felt herself lean - walk closer - to him just a step, a practised action of self preservation and a trust still not broken like it should be. Nothing seems amiss, so she lets her eyes pull back to his own - finding them watchful of her and something inside her senses tingle in a way she's berated herself with time and time and time and time again..

‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ Lips that had been taught tight with the sense of trying to seem unfazed in the chance of there being danger watching them, the only danger was.. Perhaps just himself. She hoped, wanting nothing more than to speak up - to ask - it should be such a simple and easy reaction, to get confirmation. that was not the Sasuke she knew though, only ever left to guess his actions and they had been plentiful in confusion. Where she thinks there's intimacy, and affection his mouth only berates and causes rifts and pain between them. Every little time she wants to believe in something has changed he does everything it feel to undermine that silly thought.

‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ And yet, like now.. There is no reason behind the touch of his hand, she'd think it a mistake if it hadn't lingered nor his eyes watchful - if he'd brushed it off, look away at least..

‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ She hated that even now, even after everything she was still foolish.. She didn't feel hopeful this was something sweet, he'd drilled it into her that'd never be the case.. But still what was the unverified touches, just for her as a woman? She wasn't meant to be happy by that, but yet she's glancing forward with the shiest of light to her cheeks and for what feels like a hundredth time she tests the waters, hesitant in the way her fingers shift-- Lift, to pull behind his hand and touch to his palm, as if seeking permission to be there, in the gentle way it cups around his fingers, wondering if this will lead to a berating of words, or just the silent slap away of her hand..

‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ She could be wrong after all, once again.

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[kamiikage]

Selfish.

What had initially been chance that their hands would meet — one that could easily be rectified by the coldhearted Hokage putting that ever present space between the two of them — had lingered a spell too long. That Sasuke allowed their two bodies to veer towards one another, and kept her actions monitored in his hawk-like gaze, spoke of deliberate intent. Perhaps he didn't mean for it to start that way. But once it happened, he did not will it to stop.

Her gaze darts frantically in a way that brought about old aches in him. Something that vaguely itches the realm of nostalgic, almost as though the Sakura he had grown accustomed to would vanish and replace with the Sakura that wormed her way into a more vulnerable, weak, Sasuke's soul. She never quite breaches that threshold, but the shy nature of her gestures makes his chest twist and excitement rise like bile.

It worsens when she escalates.

Hm. Maybe it wasn't resistance he outright expected. Hesitance? Yes. But to reach into his palm and glide those fingertips into him — it was beyond the pale. Should have been. But he does nothing to stop it. Like usual Sasuke is made up of self-serving decisions without a thought to how it affects others.

Even now, the tender feel of her skin can only meet his own of coarse expanse. He is rough. He is sandpaper. He is grinding every bit of her softness away the longer she lingers. And when digits close around his fingers, he is sure that she will corrode by the end of such a silly little moment. He knows it. He knows he is no good. And he thought that one of these days. . . she would know it too.

He wishes that the grip of her hand would retract as though she'd been prickled by thorns. Thorns belong to things that can be considered beautiful. But he is none of that. He is the cold dead remains of bramble, a dull charcoal, and he bites with no real reason because nothing in him is living to protect anymore—

Nothing... until the chambers in his chest constrict with the reminder that she breathes life into things that it shouldn't. Why else would his thumb trace paths between the valleys of her knuckles? Why else would he envision a fantasy where he could stop this blithe existence and just sink his face right against her hand, let her smooth away all of his edges. He can't even dare the thought of it with their eyes locked, his head turned away as he further indulges the moment, running circles on her veins, like it's the only way he can justify how easily his large palm can encircle her deceptively small one... she could easily crush his bones with one squeeze. But all she ever does is choose to be soft.

He can be soft too. . . right before he has to be cruel.

His hand slips free — an ardent wish that he was indeed made of sandpaper, so that the motion could hurt her — before it closes around her wrist and raises her hand up between the both of them. He's looking at her again with no discernible expression. But something about the way he holds her there, as their feet halt to a stop, reminds him an old scene.

Tear bitten eyes. The curl of her lip. The way it haunted him. 'This has nothing to do with you!' She could have saved herself a world of heartache if she had only listened then...

Sasuke releases her wrist, and the two stand face to face. He knows that the silence is like a knife to the heart. And when he turns away, he may as well have twisted it. He will walk ahead of her now. Praying that the sight of his back distracts from the way his fingers flex, unable to shake the phantom sensation of her flesh from him... or how he doesn't want that feeling to go away.

Just another selfish want.

[cubur]

Naughty fox! because why not…

Sorry for new kimono spam, i guess that was the last one XD

[hinabae]

he's right. crying out in the middle of the night while borderline intoxicated never did anyone any good. embarrassment washes over hinata's glassy eyes; her gaze dropping back down to the opening space between them. in her hazy stupor, she interprets that she is imposing on the uchiha. its unlady-like—fussing like a child, but, she's thankful he does not chastise her when he could easily let her simply be all on her own. to break the tension harbored in her face, a pitiful scoff echoes in response, " mm .. i've embarrassed myself quite bit already. "

when sasuke brings up sakura's home to rest at &inquires if they're close, a solid nod is given. " mm. we are.. " close in the ways that women were in cheering each other on, especially when it came to love. though she would no doubt worry the motherly medic, the last thing hinata wished to do was add burden to another person, especially a busy woman like sakura.

hesitant, a hand raises to her eyes, as if shrinking herself while stuck in her thought loop. " —but, she might .. have a long day at the clinic tomorrow, " her consideration morphs into guilt. sasuke would know, she thinks. they're close, perhaps he's aware of her schedule. " do you .. think she'll mind? "

[multlfarlous]

. ———— яєχσℓυтιση

—— ✇   Ah.. Again her eyes lower. He wonders how often she looks forward idly. He'd heard some things that might have suggested otherwise, and even with or without the alcohol.. Hearing the small scoff however brought a familiar feeling and memory to mind, and spoke with quiet confidence and mirroring the boy he had been at that time to lead him.

         ⌈ I should think you need not worry about embarrassment, it's been a pity-party after all.. ⌋

     He speaks up in ofference for a moment to draw her attention. He can tell at least there's more than just that eating away at her, but the idea seemed obvious.

         ⌈ A party Sakura would probably want to be invited to, even if she was busy. ⌋

     It seemed an easy enough option, his bias for the pink haired woman who had stood for those she cared about time and time again - what would one extra night of a late sleep hurt. He was confident of her choice at least. He stood still his posture barely shifted, not one to worry about appearance or closeness and wasn't sure quite how to offer more comfort in the moment, other than the topic.

         ⌈ So.. Would you like to at least try? ..Would it ease you if I said she would probably be more mad at me if I didn't help you? ⌋

     He hadn't meant to ask the later part, but he was fishing for something more to say he realised, on top of the objective comment about going to Sakura.

[azulpantera]

"Wantin' to stay alive doesn't make ya desperate." Coming to him might label her as such, most people didn't want to deal with the 'big bad Sexta' as he was known. He was dangerous. But what most didn't know was that he was also fiercely protective of any client he took on. Thug, gang member, mafioso, whatever title people slapped onto him. He was also a very well trained bodyguard. "Ya had the help of many people who valued your life over their own. Should any of them have fallen, don't let your self-loathin' make their sacrifices worthless."

As she apologized, he felt it wasn't meant for him, but for those she'd lost along the way. "That's actually understandable, given what ya have gone through, and what's goin' on. The situation that led ya here, is for... lack of better terms, fucked." He'd crush his cigarette and toss it into the ashtray that blocked smoke. After picking up the glass he'd had next to himself when she arrived, he'd down it, before putting the glass back down. The two of them were alone in the room, he had men stationed outside the room, and more outside, and atop the building.

While he group was small, they were all very skilled. "Nah, I'm done here. I was finished with my guys tellin' me how their jobs went before ya arrived." He'd give them some details to do while he was protecting her, they'd watch for movement. Anyone unknown entering the city or looking for her. If they had pictures of her or anything, he was to be informed immediately. Didn't matter what time it was.

He'd reach a hand out toward her before patting her head. It was obvious that the smile, if it could be called one, was forced. But rather than saying anything about it he simply left his hand on her head for another moment. "My car is outside, my men are always on the lookout for anythin' around here. If they see anythin' they let me know." While they could handle things themselves he wanted to be informed just in case something went bad somehow. "There's a lot more to me than what ya may have heard. It's on purpose." After all, he didn't need too many people knocking on his door or trying to see him day in and day out.

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. ———— нιмєנαηαι‎‎‏‏‎

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ⋙——➢ She.. Let out a small laugh. It was weary and tired, small and soft but a genuine laugh just slightly for the first time in how long since that night her father..

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‏‏‏‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎❝ 'Fucked' huh? It might not make me desperate with that reasoning, but.. what I've been through, it makes it feel so terribly like I've bene drowning - struggling to breath. Nothing is normal anymore.. ❞ And then, then he hit the nail on it's head and the tears welled so easily at her eyes, brimming with the memories of what had pushed that desperate feeling. She choked a little on the sob rising in her throat, trying to make a sound of agreement as her hands that she'd forced to relax found themselves clenched now into the bare palm of her skin painfully.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‏‏‏‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎❝ I won't. ❞ She clung to his words so tightly as her nails did to her palms even with the feel of his large hand atop her head in a way so terrifyingly comforting. She didn't want Min-Soo or Hak's efforts to ever be in question or vain. She stood here now thanks to them. Had the will to live thanks to them. ❝ Thank you, Grimmjow. ❞ It felt important to say even if he didn't think much of it maybe. Every little thing he'd been saying or doing made everything just a little easier, a little better than before.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‏‏‏‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ Again, a laugh through the obvious strain of spilled tears again. ‎‏‏‎❝ You have already done a lot for me just in these few moments you know.. So I can only guess what else there is to the big bad gangster I sought out. I must have seemed crazy a little.. ❞

[sawyarts]

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