it's a shame, isn't it?

indie, selective, private series one kabuto yakushi. written by mittsy. read rules upon interaction.

[nanixmo]

     whistles.

[junkyoushi-blog]

            ❝ doing the right thing… i’m not even sure there’s a right choice to begin with. 

                                                                     but i’ll do what i have to. ❞

[nanixmo]

;; im still searching my shisui blog for that fucking promo i made 8 million years ago

[xltor]

i just read your ship ask and um excuse me savvy. um. what about me

psa everyone, kabuto is my bitch

Welcome to Hell

[nanixmo]

sunaheiress:

     ✿ - “…are you sure? I don’t mind sharing.”

     She offered once more but instead, she opened the bag and pulled out a chestnut. Temari cracked it open, popping it in her mouth. The sweetness watered in her mouth. Her smile returned a little at the sweet treat, she placed the bag down between them, in case he wanted any at all. This time staying quiet, she’d glance over at him every so often.

    all reason is suddenly lost and he realizes that he doesn't care that he's taking from a child anymore. those chestnuts looked too good to resist. if they were poisoned he could always purify himself before he died, anyway. with one last glance to her face, he copies her actions. pulling out a nut and cracking it open, then popping it into his mouth with no kind of real response. was he grateful? maybe, who knew. there was no way in hell he was going to show it, regardless.

[dangoattack-blog]

[[ 🍡 ]]

Blushing was something Anko enjoyed, at least when it happened to others.

A reaction of the body caused by a quickening heartrate. The lovely, red stain as blood welled up under someone’s skin to give away their true emotions in a particular moment. Fear, anxiety, and excitement. Causing these within people and watching her handiwork visibly make itself known was something that Anko had been conditioned to appreciate since a young age. But this… This was something different. Instead of the power rush, the absolute thrill she received from watching someone squirm due to her own actions, Kabuto’s flustered state brought a quiet sort of awe from the depths of emotions she never expected to feel, and for the first time in her life, she felt gentle. Like she wanted to push his bangs away from his face and place a soft kiss upon his forehead. Like she wanted to take his hand and squeeze softly, reassuring him she was there. Like she wanted to embrace him, pulling him so close that there was no doubt in his mind what she felt for him, which was–…

A word she didn’t even dare think. No. No. She wouldn’t use that word. Not after her parents. Not after Orochimaru. Not for anything.

And yet, her inability to admit this feeling to herself didn’t make her experience it any less.

As his shaking hands completed their task, and she listened to his footsteps recede behind her, she turned to face him once again, smile fading as she gazed at his softened expression. No matter what happened between them in this moment… Things wouldn’t change unless someone budged. Stolen glances and longing looks would be just that; stolen and longing.

And Anko hated this limbo more than she cared for her own pride.

“… Kabuto…” She started carefully, averting her eyes, scared of his reaction. “… I…” She started, pausing. “… I could… I could maybe leave the village. At least for a while. I obviously wouldn’t go near that bastard or Otogakure, but… I could not be here.” She mumbled, hoping he could read between the lines of her offer, read between the lines of her saying she wanted to be with him without the worry of being caught and the weight of their expected rivalry.

[nanixmo]

    there's something wrong, he's sure of it. he's never felt his blood rush like this before. and he's never heard his heart pound this loudly in his ears. all in all, it was nauseating. staying upright and on his feet was a menial task becoming too difficult for him. that hard stoic shell of his was finally slipping between his fingers and there was... nothing he could do about it. he couldn't tilt his chin up and force his blush away for the sake of being snarky. he couldn't bring himself to turn away from her and laugh at how she was behaving. a sliver of himself was prying open gates so tightly shut and it was... painful? is that how he was  going to describe it?

    yes, it was. these thoughts and feelings were painful to someone who became so numb to the idea and the feeling of torturing others for... for what? for fun? for some kind of intellectual gain? words were always his forte and for some reason they were escaping him, fluttering off somewhere else he can't get to.

    but it was fine. this unfamiliar pain-- the tightening of his chest, the twisting he feels at this moment-- was welcomed because in same sick way he was reminded that he was in fact: human.

    that's right. kabuto yakushi was in fact, a human being. the dull stare during dissection hid a man who tried so hard to forget everything behind him. that naivety he once had, that longing to do good for someone else... and he avoided emotion to keep everything that way. this was about anko, not him.

    get it together, he tells himself. don't let yourself look so vulnerable, don't let her see this side of you. don't let anyone see who you are.

    does he even know who he is? maybe he doesn't. maybe he's forgotten or he was brainwashed or... whatever happened to him. but that was fine. glazing eyes stare at shaking palms, hands held out in front of him as he ponders what exactly to do next. how to explain to himself and how to rationalize to himself exactly what he had just done. but then she speaks and it breaks him. an offer too kind for someone like him. for someone who's done such awful things. he didn't deserve this second chance. not after what he's done to her. this identity crisis was tearing him apart a lot more than he expected it to ever.

    but he picks his head up anyway. if there was something he took pride in it was the ability to look someone in the eye when he spoke. surely when he was embarrassed he couldn't bring himself to but now... it was raw. it was vulnerable. and if she was being honest with him-- he knew she was, the look on her face and her voice was enough to tell him-- then he would let her see it. as disgusting as it was. as foreign as it was. and for once in his life, in that gaze of his there's something more. help me.

              " ... wouldn't that just be a burden on you? you don't have time to waste on me, so you shouldn't make an offer like that. "

[nanixmo]

     hello, hello! this is mittsy here, and in a fit of boredom i’ve decided to create a group chat on discord for naruto original characters! i’ve also done this because i know there are people out there that want to rp their ocs but don’t have enough confidence to make a blog for them– coughcoughlikemecough. there will be an ic chat and an ooc chat for people that may be interested in joining me. there will be an application of sorts to get into the group– to get to know your character and have some information to share with the rest of the group. if you have any questions, shoot me an ask or a message! if you’re interested in applying for the group, i’ll leave the application form under a read more so you can submit it to me! just fill it out and send it in to me and i’ll get back to you! and lastly, if you could reblog this to spread it around, i’d greatly appreciate it! thanks so much!!

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[ocpudden]

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[nanixmo]

     hello, hello! this is mittsy here, and in a fit of boredom i’ve decided to create a group chat on discord for naruto original characters! i’ve also done this because i know there are people out there that want to rp their ocs but don’t have enough confidence to make a blog for them– coughcoughlikemecough. there will be an ic chat and an ooc chat for people that may be interested in joining me. there will be an application of sorts to get into the group– to get to know your character and have some information to share with the rest of the group. if you have any questions, shoot me an ask or a message! if you’re interested in applying for the group, i’ll leave the application form under a read more so you can submit it to me! just fill it out and send it in to me and i’ll get back to you! and lastly, if you could reblog this to spread it around, i’d greatly appreciate it! thanks so much!!

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[dangoattack-blog]

[[ 🍡 ]]

As irritation wrote itself across his features she found her muscles tense, suddenly just as on edge as her emotions. She should have expected this. She should have expected to be made fun of by him once again. She should have expected him to find this weakness of hers amusing. She should have expected for her feelings to be taken as anything but serious.

What she didn’t expect, however, was the beautiful necklace presented to her.

Shoulders slumping, as if the weight of her doubt had suddenly been removed, she took a hesitant step forward, a small frown tugging on her lips as she gazed at the chain and stone. The stone that somehow made her feel just as warm inside as its brilliant, bright hues were. Just what was this feeling? It was unfamiliar, unknown, and unwelcome. It made her want to smile like an idiot and throw her arms around the man in front of her. It made her feel gushy and like she never wanted this moment to end, made her question if this was really happening, for it was too good to be true.

It was happiness, and she had been far from prepared for the havoc it caused.

Despite her attempts to hide such an embarrassing expression, a smile found its way unto her features, and she shook her head a bit, a laugh escaping her. She wasn’t the only one plagued by this unfair attraction, and that confirmation alone was enough to make her grin. “… Would you put it on me?” She asked, facing away from him, not only to hide her blush, but to quietly assure him that in some way, she found him trustworthy enough to turn her back to him and let her guard down.

[nanixmo]

    this was something he was bad at. expressing both himself, and his emotions, were a task he had always deemed extremely unnecessary. as the silence grows between them and she's staring, staring, staring, he's growing... nervous? nervousness like this was different, however. it was some kind of anxiousness. a desire-- no, a need for validation-- he thought was disgusting dependency he hasn't felt since he was a child. the longer she stares and the closer she gets, the worse he feels. the hotter his cheeks and ears burn but he won't shake.

    and there it was. her cracking a smile-- a soft, well-natured laugh. there was no hatred behind such gestures. her voice seemed pleased. a gentle coo he would receive when he did something right. it was praise, in his mind. and it was just as much as a relief off his shoulders. his own expression softens in the slightest as she continues to look it over. and once her back is turned and she speaks to him, his face only glows brighter in hue. it's embarrassing how not ready he was for something like this to happen. because he didn't expect it at all. but yet he scoffs and mutters a 'fine' under his breath.

    for a moment he just stares at her back and ponders. it's strange that this isn't combat. that he isn't sneaking up on someone to stab them between vertebrae and render them paralyzed. there's a chain between his fingers and his hands are shaking are he raises them up. the pendant rests between clavicles and with a few very quick, shaky tries, the clasp is done. he steps back then, refusing to look at her.

              " ... there. "

[nanixmo]

hey loser

     goodbye, child.

[nanixmo]

sunaheiress:

     ✿ - Her hand pulled away from him. When he flinched she wondered if she had done something wrong. The blond nodded her head slowly, she then reached into her bag to pull out a small little bag. Instead were roasted chestnuts. They were her favorite but she offered once more. 

       “I don’t know if you like chestnuts but they’re my favorite. We could share them. Until you have to go.. where ever it is you’re going.”

    and now he's eyeing the chestnuts very hungrily. he's a lot hungrier than he's letting on but there was absolutely no way he'd let the girl know that. his gaze lingers before he's declining with a shake of his head and glancing away from her once more. her kindness was very much appreciated but... he didn't need it. nor wanted it.

              " if they're your favorite then you should eat them. don't worry about sharing them with me. it’d be a waste. "

[nanixmo]

sunaheiress:

     ✿ - This was just as confusing to her. The blonde had not met anyone like him before but she did care about his well being. Even though all her attempts to help or become friends were brushed off. Finally, her smile dropped looking concerned.  Her hand reached out, giving him a sympathetic pat on his shoulder.   

     “You’re right. I’m sorry if I’m keeping you from something.”

    the change in expression nearly made him cringe. the last thing he needed from her was concern. the pat to his shoulder actually causes him to flinch, as he wasn't expecting it. such a kind gesture was almost foreign to him. to the point he can't help but sigh and shift uncomfortably in his spot.

              " it's not that you're keeping me from something. it's more so myself that's deciding to stay stalled here. don't blame yourself. "

[nanixmo]

     hello, hello! this is mittsy here, and in a fit of boredom i’ve decided to create a group chat on discord for naruto original characters! i’ve also done this because i know there are people out there that want to rp their ocs but don’t have enough confidence to make a blog for them– coughcoughlikemecough. there will be an ic chat and an ooc chat for people that may be interested in joining me. there will be an application of sorts to get into the group– to get to know your character and have some information to share with the rest of the group. if you have any questions, shoot me an ask or a message! if you’re interested in applying for the group, i’ll leave the application form under a read more so you can submit it to me! just fill it out and send it in to me and i’ll get back to you! and lastly, if you could reblog this to spread it around, i’d greatly appreciate it! thanks so much!!

Keep reading

[nanixmo]

sunaheiress:

     ✿ - “If we talk then we won’t be strangers any more.” The blonde pointed out to him. It made sense to her at least. Teal optics studied him and the way he sat. He was confused by her. Did it mean he wasn’t used to these type of talks? Temari could only speculate at this point.

     “S-stupid? Why?” 

    he couldn't really place why he was so put-off. now that she was really staring at him, he couldn't really make eye contact. how was he supposed to deal with kids? being rude would be... rude. not sure why he exactly cares but... this is. too confusing.

              " ... i'm not going to be around for much longer so i don't really see a point. "

[nanixmo]

wokasho:

                         ❝Well, last time I checked you do need your arms for hand signs, so I guess my aim isn’t as off as you seem to think.❞ the biting remark was spat from her lips as if they had a bitter taste. If the opportunity presented itself, she would land a nice punch on his face for his taunting remark.

                          ❝You, however, haven’t changed much, Kabuto. You’re still a coward hiding in the shadows. What? Were you trying to sneak on me? For someone you deemed useless you are quite afraid of me.❞

              " now, why in the world would i waste my time hiding to watch you when i could stand out in the open and watch you just fine? you weren't on my agenda. a dent in my plans, really... "

   with a sigh, he mumbles 'nuisance' under his breath and he cocks his head to the side, expression so incredibly bored. did she look angry or what... probably wasn't the person she wanted to see. then again, the feeling was mutual. nonchalantly, he rolls his shoulders.

              " even if my arm was damaged i could either a, heal my own wound, or b, still make hand seals because your hands are what's needed to form hand seals. a good ninja should be able to preform with injuries if they hope to survive a fight, sakura. i don't think a simple thief would be scared of you, so don't jump to conclusions. stealth is important. "

[nanixmo]

sunaheiress:

     ✿ - When he didn’t accept her offer, she wasn’t insulted. Instead she placed them next to him, in case he would want them for later. Her hands were on her lap again. He was a bit cautious of her but she didn’t think he was a bad person for anything he had done so far.

     “Well, I have nothing but time. If you want to talk.” She offered him but she might guess that he wouldn’t want to talk to her. “I’m sure you can. You seem very strong.”  

              " talk? why would i want to talk? "

    it didn't make much sense to him. why would this little girl want to sit out in the desert and speak to a man she's never met? such idle, nice conversation isn't something he's used to. so he looks quite uncomfortable. he shifts to sit cross-legged in the sand and crosses his arms over his chest.

              " don't you think that this is a bit... stupid? "