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@nonou-yakushi
Hey y'all! Now that my life isn't a complete dumpster, I'm back but... I got a new blog!
It's a Fem!Kabuto blog because I'm an utter cliche and a sucker for RPing lesbians with a stick up their ass.
https://www.tumblr.com/blog/brokenglassesbustedhalo
Hmu if you wanna roleplay with my four-eyed firebrand XD
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The girls eyes sparkle, “Thats a great idea! Maybe they can eat it when they get home. Thank you miss yakushi!” she runs to the jars and searches. She gathers few pieces of sweet strawberry taffy for Itachi and several chocolates for Shisui before walking up to the counter and placing the money on it.
The look of sheer delight on Izumi's face was enough to put Nonou in high spirits for a week. The impeccably-dressed clerk rang up their purchases with a smile, and sent them off with a shiny, cotton-candy striped bag. "I'm sure they'll really enjoy these presents, Izumi; most boys tend to like sweets.
Nonou knew she shouldn't tease, but she had observed something about Izumi: "How long have you liked Itachi for? You seem to be very fond of him." She knew the question would make Izumi's eyes light up with constellations.
The festival swirled around Nonou like a kaleidoscope. It was such a nice day to be away from the orphanage, and soaking in the warm sunshine. But good things always come to an end, as a strange boy with black hair tied in a low ponytail rushed through the crowds, and what appeared to be his enraged father chasing after him.
"Speaking of Itachi, isn't that him? He seems very upset." Nonou pointed out.
Not only did the person modeled after him keep up the role, but he physically replaced him. That was a comforting thought that didn’t trigger any paranoia in his idiot brain at all. He doesn’t comment on that, opting to just, look back at her and pour energy into not letting each anxiety-riddled thought pour into his mind.
Even when he did speak, it was only to murmur, ‘ I’m glad I didn’t read too carefully, then. ‘ Whoever she’d written letters too was long dead, still, wasn’t he? Just as the letters he’d written to her, only to end up torn in the trash, were meant for someone fake. An idealized image from his childhood, selfish and unrealistic. They’d both been fucked over and chose to believe in memories. He thought that was fair, even if this was where it got them.
But he had one thing, if nothing else, one person to go with his awful sense of humor. ‘ Your god has a serpent’s smile, too? ‘ he asked, impulsive response to try and make some kind of light of the mood. Except he realized she definitely wouldn’t find that funny. Kabtuo cleared his throat, looking away to avoid her gaze. ‘ I mean - ah, I, sent you letters too, actually. That’s almost funnier. They all ended in the trash, though. ‘
His back straightened after that, offering a hand to her, focused on how exhausted and pale she looked now. ‘ Can we go, yet? There’s a hideout not far from here, I could take you there and at least get you resting.. ‘
Kabuto's poor attempt at humor was enough to cut through the gloomy atmosphere surrounding them; Nonou laughed, almost uncontrollably. It was a release of the pent-up tension which had been steadily building over the past few days; locking her spiralling mind in a vice grip. Suddenly, she fell to her hands and knees; shrill laughter turning into a coughing fit so intense, her eyes blurred as blood and bile was wrenched from her searing throat. Perhaps laughter really wasn't the best medicine after all.
It was achingly clear to Nonou that she was running out of time, and she needed to get inside the abandoned shelter right now. Slowly, pale and weak, she stood up. Gently grabbing Kabuto by the hand, she led him down a hidden, rocky path; eyes scanning for a rusted metal hatch in the ground. It was beginning to grow darker, and the cemetery had grown eerily silent. Only the sound of dead leaves crunching beneath the heels of their boots could be heard. "I don't think I would have shown you any of those letters anyway, not if I could have helped it. They're only memories of a distant, forgotten, era. There's no sense wallowing in it." Nonou murmured, trying to ignore the silent atmosphere which was beginning to play tricks on her mind.
Finally, they found it buried beneath a patch of dying grass and overgrown weeds. Nonou gazed at it cautiously. "I didn't only come here to reminisce, Kabuto. The night of the fire, Danzo had his underlings spray the perimeter with a new chemical they had invented, designed for biological warfare. I breathed it in, and now the infection in my body is slowly spreading." Nonou explained, adjusting her glasses. "This...wasn't a nice place after you left. It was less of an orphanage, and more of a cruel sanctuary for Danzo to contain his experiments. But I'm sure you're aware the Leaf Village isn't as benevolent as they would have us all believe."
Wearily, unsteadily, Nonou pulled open the rusted iron hatch with a loud grunt. "I have to know what Danzo was keeping locked away down here like a dark secret; the image of this shelter has plagued my dreams for years, but I was too much of a coward to find out."
"I couldn't protect my children, I couldn't keep them safe from that monster. I... I was his research assistant, and I can't face the vile sins I've committed. I thought... I could ease their pain, if only a little bit, if I was the one to care for them; to torture them..."
Feeling faint, Nonou leaned against Kabuto; her mind desperately trying not to splinter. Above all else, she hoped God would forgive her for the awful things she had done in the name of nationalism and "progress."
A black abyss loomed ominously below, with a steel ladder designed to guide their descent into Hell, and Nonou's worst nightmare.
Calling him left alone in his thoughts implied there was much of anything going through his mind. It hurt, feeling like he couldn’t be there more for her, rendered useless by his own inability to process anything. Because the place was graveyard in every sense. Rows of bodies lay forgotten and uncared for, children only lost, never found, of the selves they were back when either of them had any hope of leading normal lives. He didn’t look at the names passing them. He was terrified of recognizing anyone.
It almost came as a relief when she collapsed again and attentions were brought back to worrying over her figure, a complaint on his lips as dark eyes fall on the stone in front of them. And still he felt only an aching nothingness. He couldn’t give anything more; to feel would allow paranoia and fear into his mind that even now crept into the corners of his vision and he tightened the hand on Nonou’s back to assure himself of his own flesh and bone existence. Despite the name and the place, the way she wept as though over his own grave, it wasn’t him. He was more than a ghost. He could do something to try and ease her suffering.
A hand rubbed her back until she seemed to breath easier. ‘ We both mourned each other, and both ended up being alive. It’s almost funny. ‘ The comment came, quiet in the silence that filled the air after her coughing settled. He didn’t know what else to say, what else to offer. They both had lived in anguish over their mistakes and it was all for nothing.
And he did notice the little, leather bound book when his foot knocked it away. Attentions were drawn from Nonou for just long enough to reach down, brows furrowed. A glance revealed her own handwriting and – his name, it caught his eye over and over. His stomach sank. ‘ What..what is this? ‘
Sighing, Nonou gently removed the leather-bound notebook from Kabuto's grasp and flipped through the smudged, tear-stained pages; her mind swimming with memories. Still trying to catch her breath, she looked at Kabuto wearily.
"As I'm sure you're aware, Danzo had promised to let you return home on the condition I complete one last mission for him. Instead, he sent me a near-perfect replication of you; perhaps even some poor soul who had been brainwashed into thinking they were actually <i>you </i>. I'd always felt there was something <i>not quite right</i>, but I kept it to myself and assumed you were growing up. Then... I... There was that horrible fire, and-and I thought you died." She said, pinching the bridge of her nose in exhaustion. The silent, gloomy atmosphere of the cemetery was beginning to get to her.
"I... I wrote letters to you daily as a way of feeling like the earthly connection between us had not been cut. I suppose if you wanted to know all of the secrets I never told you, they would be in there as well. When I realized you were still alive I... I spent three months in shock." She whispered hoarsely, a small lump beginning to form in her throat.
Holding the notebook in her hands, Nonou gazed into distance with a faraway look in her eye. "Yes, I suppose it's funny, isn't it. Mortals toil and attempt to retain control over their lives, and God laughs at them with a serpentine smile."
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*blushes, and adjusts his glasses* I have sometimes...watched you sleep. You looked so beautiful I wanted to immortalize you, dearest mother, by carving out your heart and keeping it forever.
This is my karmic retribution for not having rules on my blog.
send me a topic to write a meta about my muse on
I might write anything from a paragraph to a whopping essay, but send me something you’ve noticed about my characterisation or just something you want to know about my muse and I will write what I can!
*extends bloodied hand* Are you interested in forming an inappropriate mother/son bond with yandere!Kabuto?
...I'm not even going to dignify that with a response.
"Mother! Urushi and the others taught me a new game called "Duck, Duck, Goose!" Do you want to play with us, it's really fun!" The young boy giggles as he points at the kids sitting down in a circle waiting for Kabuto to return to their game. (Hello there! )
@thatsneakymedic
A tiny hand tugged on Nonou’s sleeve, and she peered over her knitting to look at a small boy with silvery hair, curious ink-colored eyes, and a toothy grin. She smiled warmly, eyes crinkling with happiness at the question. When she had first found the amnesiac child, Nonou had been worried that he might be teased by the other orphans for being so quiet and shy; but it was clear the other children were beginning to accept him as their brother.
Still, Kabuto seemed much more fragile and sensitive than other children his age; Nonou often wondered what sort of person he would be when he grew up. But, she pushed the thought aside, took Kabuto by the hand, and led him outside into the sunshine. “Of course I will, dear. I’d love to!”
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“Shisui’s eyes used to always be so bright and happy but now they’ve been dull and tired. Itachi kun used to love sweets but he’s turned down dango every time i bring it to him after missions.” her head hangs low “Anytime I ask them whats wrong they say ‘nothing’ and put on a fake smile and pretend its all ok but i can tell it isn’t. i just don’t know what to do…”
The crestfallen expression on Izumi's face was almost enough to break Nonou's heart in two. Unfortunately, she had a feeling Itachi and Shisui were involved with something sinister; the Uchiha Clan was riddled with dark secrets, who knows what these two boys could be plotting. She couldn't exactly convey this to Izumi, however; it would only worry the poor girl more.
Instead, Nonou gently grabbed her by the hand and led her to the nearest candy shop. It was stocked to the brim with jars full of glittering, tightly-wrapped, candies; cases containing soft, buttery pastries; and circular displays stocked with elegantly-wrapped fudge. Reaching into her pocket, Nonou pulled out a wad of money and handed it to Izumi; patting her affectionately on the head.
"Why don't you pick out some gifts for Itachi and Shisui? You can leave them in their rooms as a surprise!" Nonou exclaimed cheerfully.
Do you have any rules on your blog? If you don't, do you have any rules that you like to let others know?
Do whatever you want; I exist solely for your amusement.
breast milk
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This isn’t even a question, how do I answer this?
Yeah, and I asked for a son who doesn't shove scalpels up his ass on a daily basis, but we can't always get what we want now, can we?
// M_A_R_T_Y_R_D_O_M : C_O_M_P_L_E_X //
Your (S I N S) fester in the palm of my hands, bursting forth like viral stigmata; staining my snow heart crimson; echoing in the purgatory of my soul.
“i hid myself from your sun and found myself crying, ‘where is the light?’”
— @birdsinaquariums
Of course it had burned down. He never thought to check on the building – too afraid to, to be caught snooping by someone who may remember him. But it wouldn’t be a problem now, would it? There was too much already going on in his mind to even grieve over that and he opted to push it off to the side, a new topic to repress now that the problem of his mother had become unavoidable. The problem being she proved to be just as obnoxiously stubborn and unskilled at treating herself medically as he was. Another trait passed down spiritually, he mused.
‘ I really don’t understand why this can’t wait – you sound awful.. ‘ Kabuto sighed across from her, brow creased. ‘ But I’m not really in a position to say no to you, am I? ‘ Without his help he doubted she could make it all the way back to Konoha without his help and that thought made him sick to his stomach. It wasn’t as though he couldn’t claim to have any sentimental values of his own, as the object of his collection sat shattered on the floor, still. She had every right to want to go back, even if he’d avoided the area like the plague. He stood in silence for a pause, watching her blurry figure close by, not sure what to do to help her.
He chewed on his bottom lip, thoughtful. ‘ It’s not going to be easy. I’m blind and you’re in bad shape, I’m not sure if we can make it there in time. But I’ll try. ‘ This much he owed her, Kabuto would admit.
It was settled then. Nonou left, Kabuto in tow, the next morning; trekking through the rainy mountainside to reach the Leaf Village. As they traveled, Nonou grew weaker, and they were forced to stop for extended periods of time. When they finally reached the site of the former orphanage, the sky was a dark dusty hue, and wisps of fog licked coldly at their ankles.
Nonou pulled her cloak tightly around her, shivering. The cemetery loomed melancholically in front of them, small graves crammed together without any regard to placement, and decaying bouquets of dead flowers which had been rotting there for years. She tried desperately to not think of all the time she had spent there, and now it had all crumbled to dust. Part of her wanted to reach out and ask him what he was thinking; if he was okay, but Nonou knew Kabuto would rather walk in silence, and be left to his thoughts.
Grasping his cold, clammy hand, Nonou led her son into the cemetery; dead grass crunching underfoot. It was large, without any apparent paths marked out, and bits of charred wood from the old foundation were scattered about. They walked for a while, until Nonou collapsed to the ground coughing and sputtering; blood from her mouth splashing onto the gravestone in front of them. Eyes blurring from the gnawing pain in her chest; Nonou read the epitaph carefully and covered her mouth in shock.
It was the grave of the imposter Kabuto; the carefully-planted replica; the reason why Nonou had mourned for years. She reached out and touched it; rough granite scraping her fingers. Then, she remembered the real Kabuto was standing next to her; although his ghost haunted her in a different way. She tried to distract him before he saw the tombstone; Nonou couldn't bear to explain to him that the real reason why she hadn't searched for him was due to the sole fact she had thought he had been dead for years.
Another coughing fit overcame her, and in the midst of trying to catch her breath, Nonou didn't notice the small, leather-bound journal resting on the ground near Kabuto's feet. Over the years, she had written letters to her son as a way of trying to process her grief, and left the notebook here as an offering several years ago.
❛ you look like you smell of honey and no pain. ❜
Oh now, this was certainly a pleasant surprise. Tsunade Senju; medical ninja extraordinaire; flirting with plain, uptight Nonou Yakushi? Truthfully, Tsunade was drunk to point of having flushed cheeks and a lopsided grin, hair messily untied and resting on her pale, soft-looking shoulders. She was here with Shizune, who looked as if she wanted her molecular structure to phase into the wall behind her. And now she was loudly calling for another round of drinks, slamming her fist down on the table so hard it left a tiny crater.
Nonou found her to be…mesmerizing. She was entranced by her caramel eyes, but she would never admit that. “Oh? I think you must be mistaken!” Nonou said with a gentle smile, but she ordered herself another drink. Then she took off her glasses, and leaned over to gaze at Tsunade; noses almost touching.
“But you seem to be interested in making a few mistakes tonight… Can I be one of them?”
(OOC: I'm screeching, this is the funniest shit I've ever read. God bless you.)
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