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[osumaki]

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[godvalleys]

❛ why are you laughing? this is a very serious situation. ❜ for yuji !

random asks.⠀⠀/⠀⠀accepting.

“e-eh?!” itadori’s smile wavers for a split second as naruto’s words come out— all jagged and sharp, like a bunch of throwing knives at his skull! the finger that was extended to pet the little toad at his feet quickly retracts into his palm, and he straightens out, now eye-level with his friend. could he call naruto a friend yet? of course! even if he was huffing and puffing right now, that didn’t change the fact that they’d fought side by side, and shared lots— naruto-kun just was this kinda guy! much like fushiguro, they were both sorta very moody!

talking about fushiguro…

“just thought your little toad buddy was funny!! fushiguro-kun has a bunch of these guys too—” he purses his lips, before clapping his palms together, realizing he might’ve missed @osumaki’s point completely, when he told him about the situation being serious. yūji smiled an uneasy smile, pearly whites on full display.

“ah, sorry— you were sayin’?”

[osumaki]

a puff of smoke. naruto's teeth click together at the draw of blood, trickling thin from the slit horizontal along his palm. it is a necessary sacrifice to call forth his greatest shikigami, the toad chief gamabunta, tall enough to tower over most buildings ... and yet, it is the tiny gamatatsu who sits at his feet, raising an arm in casual greeting. " hey, what's up guys ? "

naruto doubles back. " ah ! what the hell are you doing here ? " if gamatatsu has an answer, the toad has forgotten it, occupied instead with itadori's larger frame looming over him. kurama's vessel clicks his tongue, a swear sitting on his tongue. " i meant to summon ガマオヤビン , not you ... wait, itadori, why're you laughing ?! this is a very serious situation - ってばよ ! "

his voice stretches thin in exasperation, accompanies the vague gesture of his hands at their surroundings. nothing but crumbling dirt all the way down to the center of the crater in which they stand. " i'm saying this is bad 'cause i practically used up the last of my cursed energy summoning this guy, and we STILL don't have a way out ! and you really ought to listen properly when someone's talking to you, y'know ! " even he has his limits ... fighting off the cursed spirit that had landed them in such a predicament has exhausted him into half-hearted solutions. he launches into one now: a decidedly ineffective jump with a less than nimble landing, from which he falls back onto his ass with a groan. unaffected by his summoner's struggle, gamatatsu asks yuji, " do you have snacks ? " before he leaps upon the sorcerer's shoulder.

[osumaki]

hiiiii i forgot i was human for like two weeks while obsessively playing pokopia but i am alive!

[osumaki]

okay i'm finally starting to feel human enough to be here. yippee!

[osumaki]

hiiiii i forgot i was human for like two weeks while obsessively playing pokopia but i am alive!

[kavvaakari]

What would you like? I’d like my money’s worth. / Try explaining a life bundled with episodes of this— / swallowing mud, swallowing glass, the smell of blood / on the first four knuckles.

"Naruto-kun," Sai's quiet voice rolls out of him like a gentle wave, like the waves lapping at the beach, a few feet from soaking their toes. His hand is held up to shelter his eyes from the watery sun-- the day is overcast, but the light reflecting off the vast expanse of water before them is enough to make him squint. "It looks like it may storm. I can get us across if we're fast, but it may be safer to go to the town just south of here and ask if they might ferry us across."

A gust of wind, as if to punctuate his observation, blasts them with damp, cold air from the sea. Sai adjusts the heavy wool of his traveling cloak, and then glances at @osumaki out of the corner of his eye. His friend seems strangely nervous; though perhaps pensive is a better word.

"Are you afraid" and he uses afraid, even though he knows that's not what he means to say, because something about Naruto always makes him stumble on the worst possible word "to go to Uzushio?"

They've been hired by a lobby of local villages to clean out a nest of pirates holed up in the ruins of the village that once stood on the island across the sea. Sai is anticipating a fair bit of Uzumaki pain, getting stabbed (three point seven times more likely to happen to him when Sakura isn't around, go figure), with the inevitable conclusion of this assignment being Naruto talking the pirates into giving up their ways and rejoining society, some crying, whatever.

He isn't complaining. Any time he gets to observe Naruto seems like a worthy endeavor. He might just be the most alive person Sai knows, and Sai now knows quite a few people indeed. Sai often mimicks his mannerisms in social situations, which seem significantly less successful for him than they do for Naruto. Ah well.

Sai will use one now: he reaches out and puts a hand on Naruto's shoulder, squeezes gently, and smiles with all of his teeth. "I won't let anything happen to you, Naruto. There's nothing to be afraid of."

[osumaki]

naruto crouches low as he considers the horizon through a squint. if he stares hard enough, he can make out a dot far enough at the edge of the sea that might be the village of uzushio. or maybe it's just a seagull, as that speck in his vision gets bigger and bigger, and a noisy cawing grows to ring in his ears. even birds know to come home before it starts to pour. several days out from konohagakure, he misses the comfort of ichiraku's more than anything or anyone. i wonder what everyone else is doing back in the village.

it's an easy distraction for the task which lies before them. busy work, really, after taking down the akatsuki, but it's the location of the mission that makes it settle uncomfortable in his stomach. he doesn't know much about the uzumaki clan beyond what jiraiya had told him in the two years they'd spent traveling, and even that had been lacking. what he does know is that no shinobi should be scared of things that go bump in the night, as barked by lady fifth herself , and that no troubled mind will save him from whatever the hell they're going to encounter in the ruins of his clan's former home.

he wonders if they'll recognize him as one of them. he wonders who they are, these figments of his imagination. what is he so afraid of ? " huh ? " sai has been talking, but naruto hasn't been listening. " oh, yeah. sure. whatever. " he straightens out, giving the edge of his cloak a quick shake to see the sand fall from its hem. maybe it's better they enjoy the luxury of a little delay ; a stay at the inn with a hot meal instead of rations, as naruto tries not to worry about ghosts and yokai and whatever entities he's grown far more sensitive to after his training with the toads.

sai is not great company. he is blunt, odd, and hard to read. most of the time, he speaks too little. other times, he speaks too much, like now, when naruto's moody already. " i'm not afraid, " he starts, voice rough with a growing irritation. it's not the other boy's fault, not really. naruto knows he means well. " it's just ... ugh, forget it. " sai's fingers are cold as naruto's hand pushes them from his shoulder. " like i said, i'm not afraid ! you really ought to listen to someone properly when they're talking, y'know ! " he pivots abruptly to avoid his own embarrassment, steps heavy in the sand. suddenly feeling guilty, he turns back to make sure sai isn't too upset with him ( he isn't ) before he jerks his head toward the path. " c'mon, let's hit the road before we get rained on. "

[osumaki]

he looks every bit the beast they think he is, crouched low and alive with the chase. the hunt has brought them to some desolate corner of this quiet neighborhood, where naruto had transferred into the local high school but a month prior. it was supposed to be a fresh start, after kurama had nearly managed to overtake his body in some conflict he thinks had started like this one. he can't recall much of it. there had been a sorcerer, or maybe three, certainly older than this boy naruto's age. he remembers the grief at mourning an ordinary life, the heavy misery of this unfortunate existence as the hunted. the ugliness of his blinding rage, white-hot spots across his vision. he'd come to, unharmed in a pile of rubble, as jiraiya nursed a nasty gash across his chest. naruto, you ... really don't remember a thing ?

you are weak , the fox spirit rumbles with humor, that desperate darkness in his heart as naruto searches for an opening. surrender your body. i will kill him for you. he shakes the thought from his head furiously. i'm not here to hurt you, the boy says. he lies. naruto barks out something like a laugh, stretched thin and humorless. " hah, yeah right ! i'll believe it when i see it. " far more intimidating than the sword in yuta's hand is the malefic weight of his cursed energy. naruto knows his own to be overwhelming in its intensity, in kurama's hate spilling from his seal, but still he shrinks in the other boy's presence. he could die here. far too easily, far too quickly. a cut so clean that no one would miss him.

but the blade falls to the ground. naruto watches it clatter upon the pavement, eyes pulled into a suspicious squint. he has never been good with seeing the unseen. it must be a trick. and as the blur about him resolves into a cursed spirit ( a shikigami ? naruto remembers the term, vaguely ) which holds him tight, kurama's vessel feels he's been proven right. " w - what the hell is this thing ? " he can hear the fox laughing within him. interesting. his head spins with the swell of his voice. " how the hell 'm i supposed to trust you ?! i ... i'm not an idiot, y'know ! if you thought you could trick me, you thought wrong, you gloomy bastard ! " ( @egofang , cont. )

[kavvaakari]

Yamato's eyes cross at the bright red orb being shoved into his face, something that resolves itself into an apple. He reaches up for it clumsily, his limp fingers first smacking Naruto on the inside of the wrist before creeping out toward the hand, and folding carefully over the fruit.

"Mmmh?" He peers at it muzzily, and then back to Naruto. "Thanks, th'ts really ... thoughtful."

He doesn't try to eat it, because he can't imagine how he would open his mouth wide enough to bite it, and then thinking about swallowing it whole makes him think about Orochimaru, which makes his stomach turn. The apple is tucked against his neck, and then his hand falls back to the bedspread.

He does not, in fact, care to remember how exactly it was that he was injured once Naruto assures him everyone else is okay. Naruto wouldn't lie to him to make him feel better, though his awkward, guilty frown is not exactly instilling in Yamato a great sense of confidence. He reaches out again to try and pat Naruto on the shoulder or something, but he can't reach, and his arm flops kind of uselessly off the side of the bed. This dislodges the apple, which falls to the floor.

"Damn," Yamato mutters, "Damn, damn. S'rry. It was nice 'f you to bring me food. Fruit. Ha." Someone used to call him a fruit, affection warm on their tongue. Who was-- "Y'know, 'm a vegetarian? But I eat fruits too. I'll eat them all. Make Kakashi-senpai cut'em up f'r me to make up f'r..."

For... for something. Why was he mad at Kakashi now? For ditching him with a couple of loud-mouthed brats? He actually kind of likes them a lot, which he would be madder about if he didn't think Kakashi knew exactly what that was like. Damn.

He blinks at Naruto, gaze sharpening briefly, and then turns his face toward the watery light filtering in through the windows. "W'll you, mm... open it?"

[osumaki]

for his nonchalance, or this attempt at it, naruto feels the tension in his shoulders dissipate at yamato's quiet thanks. but the guilt remains a heavy burden. the apple falls to the other side of the hospital bed, but naruto walks around the foot of it without so much as a noise of complaint. " sheesh, " he starts, using the sleeve of his jacket now to bring its skin to a shine again. something cheeky jumps in his throat, a quick jab that quiets itself when he remembers why yamato is in the damn hospital to begin with.

" yer okay, " he finally decides, considering now whether to press the fruit firmly into the man's hand now, or to put it to the side for whenever he's better. yamato is rambling now, something about being vegetarian, which is awful because naruto can't imagine a life without chashu slices in his bowl at ichiraku, and doesn't that mean he could have been picking at the meat from captain yamato's bowl this whole time ? or maybe he just orders it without the toppings ... he needs to remember to ask on their next visit. but something is asked of him directly, and his eyes squint as though he might visually discern this verbal request through them. " open it ? what're you talking about, open it ... "

realization is like the flick of a switch, even if the conclusion is immediately apparent to just about anyone else. " ah, you want me to cut it up for you ! you're surprisingly childish, aren't you yamato-taichou ? " again, let's not hash it down to why the guy is asking. the boy pulls a kunai from its holster easily. it's clean, at least, one of a set he'd purchased after helping write the mission report. he pulls it down toward his hand in one clumsy motion. it's not pretty, but he's cut a wedge of the fruit soon enough. " you want me to feed it to you too ? " it's as cheeky as it is serious, but naruto doubles back to stab the piece of apple with the point of his blade before he grins. " look, here comes the airplane ! " he jabs the kunai at yamato's face, shakes it around a bit to catch the man's eye. a refresher in proper weapons handling may be in order.

[lvyeshou]

you're so alive, it's scary.

@osumaki

Gai laughs at the pouty child with two lives in one body. Naruto is scared of him? Gai is (self-crowned) Konoha's Sublime Green Beast, but he isn't a fool. He knows next to nothing about seals and real beasts, and he was there, watching, itching, helpless when that beast did what it did. That is scary, not two-hundred rounds around the village chanting mantras of hard work.

"Each man must determine the vibrance of his own life by how freely he lives! I am no more alive than you are." He looms imposingly over the boy, who is sprawled on the ground, winded and panting, his eyes starting to glaze over. "Get up! The fire of your youth calls to you, insisting that you set forth once again in a blaze of passion! There's still fuel in you yet!"

[osumaki]

it's a lot to keep up with. he'd sought this kind of red-blooded passion once, not all that long ago. a series of relatively unenthusiastic mentors in kakashi and jiraiya had left him bitter with self-sufficiency, eager for someone older and wiser who would actually be excited about taking him on as an apprentice. now, naruto is a teenager who thinks it's kind of lame to walk around the village on your hands, and especially when you're shouting ' youth !! ' as you do it. but really, he's not allowed to complain. he'd been the one to seek gai-sensei first, hoping for taijutsu training of the greatest intensity, and it wasn't as though the man's ... weird unique demeanor had been a mystery then.

naruto knows he's peeled his jacket from his shoulders and left it hanging from a tree in front of the academy about four laps ago, but is strongly considering ridding himself of his mesh shirt in addition. if he can ever muster up the fight to pick himself up from where he's collapsed into a heap of gangling, too-long limbs, that is. " y'know, " he begins, gasping for breath between words. " i was kinda hoping for more exciting training. like a super secret kata, or a crazy taijutsu technique. this is just torture, isn't it ? " he manages to steady himself on his feet, hands now occupied with protesting this injustice in wild gesturing. " besides, how the hell am i supposed to be passionate about jogging ? you're holding out on me 'cause i'm one of kakashi-sensei's students and not yours, aren't you ?! "

[nikushiimi]

" what's that mean ? " his tears had subsided to pathetic sniffles nearly an hour ago, but naruto's cheeks are still pink with the winter chill. his eyes, swollen as they find sasuke's unimpressed expression, retreat to the safety of his reflection where it's distorted in his ramen broth. there is no need to feign ignorance. naruto is two days into a break-up that still stings. sasuke, in his infinite kindness, had accompanied him to ichiraku to get his mind off the ' i think your heart belongs to someone else ' letter he'd received from his ex-girlfriend just a day before the conclusion of his month-long diplomatic excursion in kumogakure.

as the ramen establishment's most loyal customer, he usually occupies a spot at the counter for idle chat with teuchi and ayame, but finds it easier to sit at a small table set at the side of the building with company. a new part-timer had brought them their food just a few minutes ago. naruto can see her staring at them from the corner of his eye ... probably because he looks like a mess. he tries to grin. it's awkward. his eyes don't scrunch shut the way they do when he's happy enough to let his smile claim the entirety of his face. " what, you think i should go to her place and ask her to take me back or something ? " he contemplates it a brief moment, but drowns the thought in a spoonful of scalding-hot broth.

anyone who's known uzumaki naruto after the conclusion of the fourth shinobi world war knows he's fallen in love ... with love. it's been relationship into messy break-up into relationship since his seventeenth birthday, in some fucked up cycle of his adoration into her impatience with his dedication to training and ambassador duties into a separation that devastates him for weeks. it might be a little pathetic. " but y'know, nao-chan's not the type of girl who'd just change her mind like that. she's too stubborn. " he lets this unconvincing facade of nonchalance fall into a scowl, just briefly. blue eyes return to sasuke in search of something, encouragement or pity or perhaps some thread of affection he doesn't quite understand in its depth yet. still, he laughs, and it's a little more real this time. " bet you'd know a thing or two about that, huh ? " it's what had drawn him to her in the first place, he can acknowledge, that certainty in what she wanted. it's familiar, in a way. // @osumaki

this has become routine over the past few years. naruto would date someone, fall completely and utterly in love, then eventually the way of the shinobi would bear down on his relationship until it snapped-- at least it's that way when the girl isn't as emotionally aware as this one was. in most scenarios, civilians are simply not equipped to date them -- that's why most of them end up with other shinobi, he thinks -- but naruto's situation is a little more precarious than that. he's konoha's war hero, highly sought after and celebrated but that doesn't mean these girls understand him. they don't understand him the way sasuke does, that's for sure. now, sasuke liked to believe he wasn't a jealous person or even one particularly interested in what's going on in naruto's love life, but he doesn't like seeing him cry the same way he's cried countless times already. he loves love, but he doesn't know what he's looking for, doesn't know that he could have it so easily if he just opened his eyes.

" no, idiot. " he snapped a little harder than he intended to -- maybe it's the thought that she could change her mind and take him back that bothered him, or that he's advocating for something he doesn't even want that made him grouchy, but he's quick to rein it in right after. He separated his wooden chopsticks, leaned over his own bowl of tomato miso ramen, and contemplated his next words carefully. " i'm saying that you shouldn't give up on being her friend. sometimes the best way to love someone is to respect it when they make a decision you don't like without making a scene."

sasuke isn't clairvoyant, but he's pretty sure he knew the reason why nao-chan has turned his love away ; for him it's obvious, so it must be to at least some of their mutual friends, that naruto was looking for something that he will never find in another person for as long as he tried. sasuke moved to take a mouthful of ramen, only to stop in his tracks and drop it with a splash that speckled his clean white shirt with broth when naruto said his last sentence. he would know a thing or two about that, and therein lies the problem.

"naruto, go over what she said in the letter one more time, won't you?"

[osumaki]

he'd liked nao for all the right reasons , he thinks. though not a shinobi, she'd been more accommodating of the demands of their lifestyle than the handful of other girls he's fooled around with ... which is not saying much, but she'd tried. she has a quick tongue, and with a wit to boot, smart in all the ways naruto knows he is not. and she's pretty, with dark hair and eyes. sensible too, enough so that he knows this break up wasn't just based on a passing whim or fleeting jealousy. " i guess, " he acquiesces, if only to slurp up another mouthful of noodles to force down the protest rising in his throat. between bites, he considers sasuke's wisdom solemnly. since when has this guy been so knowledgeable on matters of the heart ?

he quiets only at this abrupt request, suddenly shrinking inwards. " huh ? well, uh ... i don't really remember most of it. " if he's turning red, it's certainly not from embarrassment. it's the heat of ichiraku's ramen broth warming his cheeks, or the flare of kurama's familiar chakra as the bijuu stirs within his seal. certainly not because that damned letter sits tucked away in his jacket's inner pocket, searing its brand into his heart, or that sasuke is asking him to recollect its contents so casually. " ah, it was kind of like ... i was happy i got to spend this last year with you, but i don't think this is gonna work out. a - and i think your heart belongs to someone else already, and i hope that person can give you the happiness you deserve. well, something like that, anyways ! it was kinda short. she didn't even reply to what i wrote in the last letter i sent her, y'know. "

he can't even remember what he'd scrawled out half-asleep after a long training session with killer b. it had been boring , probably, because he hadn't been able to find much to write about in kumogakure that was relevant to a civilian. he remembers telling her about a type of bird not found in konoha, and asking after sasuke. maybe he should have written a love poem or something, at least written to her with more sincerity. naruto looks down at his own face, pulled into something painful even as his laugh dies in the winter chill. " but y'know, i don't know why she'd say something like that. i mean, does she think i cheated on her or something ? i'd never do that to a girl ! " he recognizes the rise of his voice, not in the way the words ring in his ears, but in the eyes which find him in his outburst. at just a pointed look from teuchi, he returns to sulking quietly, bottom lip jutting out in an unhappy pout. " i was gonna marry her, man. we were good together. "

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[kavvaakari]

@osumaki asked:

🏥 for captain yamato o7

Yamato's arms are limp on the crisp white sheets, like two bloodless calf's legs; too-long and clumsy and awkward. His nose itches. Kakashi-senpai had helped him sit up and fed him a few ice chips before someone had come and gotten him for... some reason. Yamato can't remember, because they have him totally fucking loaded on the good painkillers.

It's been a long time since he's been in the hospital, he'd forgotten how awesome a hefty dose of hydromorphone feels. He isn't even mad that he's been abandoned sitting up in his hospital bed, and that he's awake instead of asleep. Staring at the ceiling he thinks: I could be awake or asleep, it doesn't really matter to me. Perhaps he even says it aloud, but it doesn't matter much because he's the only one in the room. Maybe Sakura pulled some strings and got him a little privacy. He wishes there was someone in the bed next to him for him to talk to.

His eyes slip closed, and when he blinks them open next the sun has changed position slightly and there's a puddle of drool on his chest where his chin had been resting, and where the sun has slipped further from him lingering in the shadows is a bright smear of orange-and-yellow-and-black, and that smear resolves itself into the familiar face of Naruto wen he comes closer, looking a little sheepish, and a little pale.

"Nr'to..." the attempt is a little pathetic, but he doesn't care enough to wince. "Timeizit?" The blankets are a little too heavy, he's hot suddenly, and tries to push them down. His hands don't do much more than twitch, probably on account of the fact that a swipe from an earth ninjutsu had broken nearly every bone in his ribcage. Sakura had been very displeased. He does not remember the journey back to the village, if that's where they even are. He thinks so. He thinks Kakashi was here. His fingers twitch, but he's too out of it to sign and Naruto doesn't know Ro-code anyway. "'Veryone OK?"

If I remember rightly, it had sprung / A leak and emptied then. And forty years / Can do a good deal to bad masonry.

[osumaki]

of course naruto feels bad, staring down at the hospital bed from where he lingers by the door. it'd taken him days to work up the nerve to come by and apologize, and even then, he is too cowardly to approach the figure lying in bed proper. so he waits, the fruit basket clutched to his chest something of a shield against the guilt eating at him. he's been standing around for an hour or so, waiting. the nurses seem to have forgotten that he's here at all. captain yamato had twitched, just a little. naruto had taken it as a cue to awkwardly mutter something that might have been a too-long apology for being so noisy that enemy shinobi had easily caught their unit in an ambush ... until realizing that the victim of his carelessness was deep in painkiller-induced sleep.

that had been about twenty minutes minutes prior. naruto is half asleep against the wall until he sees something move in his periphery. " yamato-taichou ! you're alive, huh ? " he creeps forward, somewhere between relieved and nervous. he's not sure how much the guy remembers of the mission before naruto's shadow clones had to haul his ass back to the village ... if yamato can recall scolding him too many times about keeping his voice down throughout the trip back home. if naruto's eye-roll and cheeky little, " yeah, yeah, " had registered before the attack.

" everyone's okay, " he reassures, feeling a little guilty. " you got the worst of it. we cleared those guys out pretty quick after that ... those creeps, what kind of a loser sneaks up on a fight like that ? " ( a shinobi. ) that might jog the memory a little, he realizes. a pivot in conversation is best, before yamato remembers to be mad at him. " oh yeah, i - i brought you some fruit. i didn't know what you'd like, so i got the one with a lot of different stuff in it. " he sets the basket on the bed and pulls an apple from it with a flourish. it's unnecessary, but he rubs the skin against the thick cotton of his jacket to bring it to a shine before he shoves it under yamato's nose. the nurses had told him the older man was in no condition to eat anything, but naruto has been in his fair share of hospital beds too, and he'd always been eager for more than just yucky gruel.

[nikushiimi]

... no, idiot ! ( he is also turning red, rapidly ) but we aren't getting any younger, so...

[osumaki]

" aw, if you wanted us to have some lovey dovey time ... you could have just said so. " as embarrassing as this conversation is, he will NEVER pass up a chance to tease sasuke.

[nikushiimi]

@osumaki

well?

[osumaki]

i - in front of all these people ? ( <- he's suddenly shy ... )

[osumaki]

❛  is this really how you want this to end?  ❜

" what's that mean ? " his tears had subsided to pathetic sniffles nearly an hour ago, but naruto's cheeks are still pink with the winter chill. his eyes, swollen as they find sasuke's unimpressed expression, retreat to the safety of his reflection where it's distorted in his ramen broth. there is no need to feign ignorance. naruto is two days into a break-up that still stings. sasuke, in his infinite kindness, had accompanied him to ichiraku to get his mind off the ' i think your heart belongs to someone else ' letter he'd received from his ex-girlfriend just a day before the conclusion of his month-long diplomatic excursion in kumogakure.

as the ramen establishment's most loyal customer, he usually occupies a spot at the counter for idle chat with teuchi and ayame, but finds it easier to sit at a small table set at the side of the building with company. a new part-timer had brought them their food just a few minutes ago. naruto can see her staring at them from the corner of his eye ... probably because he looks like a mess. he tries to grin. it's awkward. his eyes don't scrunch shut the way they do when he's happy enough to let his smile claim the entirety of his face. " what, you think i should go to her place and ask her to take me back or something ? " he contemplates it a brief moment, but drowns the thought in a spoonful of scalding-hot broth.

anyone who's known uzumaki naruto after the conclusion of the fourth shinobi world war knows he's fallen in love ... with love. it's been relationship into messy break-up into relationship since his seventeenth birthday, in some fucked up cycle of his adoration into her impatience with his dedication to training and ambassador duties into a separation that devastates him for weeks. it might be a little pathetic. " but y'know, nao-chan's not the type of girl who'd just change her mind like that. she's too stubborn. " he lets this unconvincing facade of nonchalance fall into a scowl, just briefly. blue eyes return to sasuke in search of something, encouragement or pity or perhaps some thread of affection he doesn't quite understand in its depth yet. still, he laughs, and it's a little more real this time. " bet you'd know a thing or two about that, huh ? " it's what had drawn him to her in the first place, he can acknowledge, that certainty in what she wanted. it's familiar, in a way.

[cursechakra]

‘  okay, why is everyone hugging all the time around here ??   ’  

@osumaki met up with maki ( sc )

[osumaki]

" what, haven't you ever heard of sports ? that's kinda what teams do when they win. "

but maybe it is a little excessive, considering it's just a practice match between friends at the local park. still, would he be uzumaki naruto if he didn't respond with a little attitude ?

[noreamea]

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