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He takes the map, rolls it up, and smacks the blond over the head with it. 

“That’s for getting us lost,” he smirks, enjoying the moment. Sasuke moves forward while unrolling the paper. Now to determine where they were, for all he knew they haven’t even left the place Kakashi and Sakura left them at. 

“Watch and learn dobe,” the Uchiha calls over his shoulder. Focused on his task, mutters pass between the boy’s lips as his mind works to untangle the mess Naruto led them into. Though after a few moments he looks toward the left then to the right then concludes the map is trash. Who drew this piece of crap he thinks with a deep frown. But he can’t let Naruto find out, so he sticks the map in his pack and chooses a random direction. The key here is confidence.  

“We’re supposed to go left,” Sasuke’s points. It’s an estimated guess at best, but whatever. They’ll find their way somehow. Hopefully. 

“C’mon let’s get going. We can’t afford to lose anymore daylight.” 

[runningonoodles]

   忍び "Hey! Don't just hit me like that-" This guy...He reaches over, flicking at Sasuke's cheek after combing down his spikes a bit, and continues on after the other.    So cocky... he thinks with a bit of a smile of his own. But just a little! Because Naruto is of course, frowining the further they go, obviously Sasuke's way out of jealousy How the hell did he know what to do? And how could he even slightly understand that map? It was total trash! All this is running through his head, when suddenly the Uchiha stops and Naruto bumps right into him. "Oi... why'd you stop Tem- Eh?" Blue eyes peer over the other boy's shoulder, noting that they had actually reached a dead end. This tunnel was cut off, and so that meant... He's looking back to Sasuke, a grin adorning his lips now. "Hee hee... I wonder if Sasuke is lost~?"

[thesaandmaan-blog]

Stand By You. Starter with Runningonnoodles

[thesaandmaan-blog]

runningonoodles:

A boy stood in front of him now, blocking the massive jock from hitting him. Garra slid against the lockers to the ground as his knees began to weaken. The blonde turned briefly looking the redhead in the eyes. Gaara had never seen him before but he was lost in the tide pools of his irises. The blonde smirked and turned back to the meathead. They began to duke it out when Gaara heard footsteps coming down the hallway and knew it had to be a teacher. He couldn’t let the blonde boy get in trouble so he grabbed his bag and shot up. As fast as he could he took the boys hand in front of him and ran.

When they got far enough away they were in the courtyard of the school. It’s been a while since Gaara had run so he was gasping for air slumped on the ground again. He looked up at the boy.

❝Why…*deep inhale*… Why did you help me… I don’t even know… *deep inhale*… You.❞

[runningonoodles]

    忍び It always felt good fighting with a purpose, especially when that purpose was protecting someone. It didn't matter to Naruto that more than likely, he stood no chance against this group of delinquents, but that he at least lent a hand when it meant most.

He'd been struck a number of times, but Naruto likes to think he returned the blows ten-fold. The fight was nowhere near over as far as he was concerned, but he was suddenly being dragged away.

"O-oi! Oi! I'm not finished-!"

he exclaims, attempting to come to a halt, but ultimately gave in. He didn't want Gaara to be hurt more than he already had (if he had been). So he allows himself to be pulled outside by the other boy, frustration evident on his face once they're some distance from where the fight had occurred. Blue eyes glance down to the jade looking up to him expectantly, then flick away. What was with that face? His response is grumbled out.

"You needed help, 'tebayo... And I hate bullying."

After a moment, he's staring to the redhead again, then without much thought, holds a hand out.

"I know you, you're Gaara... I'm Naruto Uzumaki. I guess we know each other now, huh?"

There should be no reason behind his surprise next time he decides to protect him. And there definitely would be! So long as he was around... no one would be the victims to something so pointless.

There's a grin as their hands meet, Naruto giving the other a good shake, then moves to slide down beside him.

He takes a breath, sky blues looking to the side as he rubs away at the blood dribbling down his lip. Iruka-sensei wouldn't be too happy if he stopped by today...

[runningonoodles]

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A mixture of surprise && anxiety washed over his system at the sight of the male. Firstly, he was sure the other had seen him——even locking gaze with him for that briefest moment. He had been caught, and surely enough,  that person must’ve thought he was one heck of an odd ball. Who wouldn’t? What sane person would step inside, stare at a stranger then inhale whatever scent his nose could pick up only to leave without a word && continue gawking at him outside like a love-struck teenager? Well, not that he was anything of that sort! 

He could only hope that his actions wouldn’t be viewed as such,  having thought of weirdly was an embarrassment predicament on its own. Secondly, the blonde male looked familiar. So familiar that he had to visit frequently just to make sure his eyes aren’t playing tricks on him. The stupid grin, the very same blonde mane && the catchphrase his childhood frienemy uses——if memory serves right, that person had the exact same trademark whiskers on his cheeks as well.

Could it be….? It’s been years since the last time he had seen him. But, it’s too early to assume that his observations were correct.  Sasuke turned his attention back to the male, dark eyes squinted as   he carefully && quietly observed the other’s movements from afar. 

[runningonoodles]

   忍びNaruto isn't the only one to notice this strange phenomenon, the owner of the shop and his daughter had picked up on it as well. A long with a few of Naruto's friends. So needless to say... some teasing tends to occur. "I think he wants to ask you out, Naruto-kun." Whiskered cheeks of course go red, turning to the one suspecting this and scrubbing harder at the counter. The raven-haired one hadn't left yet, and really... he has to wonder if he would ever just get the balls to say to him what he wanted to say. "Don't say things like that, its embarrassing..." Frowning, Naruto glances back up, catching sight of the other boy again, and going even redder in the face. Its around then when a bowl of ramen is ushered his way. "Here Naruto. Go greet the boy this time, huh? Tell him its on the house." "Ehhh????!!!!" Some struggling might have occurred, but... with the right amount of pushing (literally), Naruto is awkwardly standing outside of Ichiraku, hot bowl of his favorite meal in his hands. Obviously the blushing hasn't died down even an ounce. "Um... this is for you, 'tebayo." His lips are pressed in a pout, gaze going from the ground, to the boy before him. He hadn't been this close to him since those strange visits started happening, and honestly that feeling from before... its grown ten-fold.

[runningonoodles]

The genin huffs, impatient with the lack of progress. "Dobe give me the map." They should have been to the city by now, according to what Kakashi told them. "We're lost thanks to you."

    忍び "Eh??? My fault?!"

Why was it always his fault?! Wasn't it equally Sasuke's responsibility here? Sure, he might had taken the map from the other at one point, but if he felt it was wrong... shouldn't he had said something sooner?

Reluctantly, the blonde gives the taller boy the map, pouting with blue eyes glancing away as he does so.

"Baka Teme... I'd like to see you do better, 'tebayo."

And hopefully he wouldn't, or that would just serve to piss him off further.

Really... he just wanted to arrive and eat his cup ramen already. They could worry about the other details later.

[runningonoodles]

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runningonoodles:

He had been worried at first that perhaps he was going to be late–the elders nagged and nagged, and his foot tapped impatiently under his desk. Things he couldn’t control, didn’t have time for, silly things. He half thought they were doing it on purpose, and he tried to be polite, kind, but–

His son needed him. 

He stood, pushing his chair back, and offered a strained smile. “I apologize, but I have somewhere I need to be. Your worries have all been noted, and I will see you again next week.” And with a flash, he was gone. 

He faded through the parents and childrens–mothers, fathers. His chest ached. Naruto was so much like her, he would have loved her, would have– 

He shook the thought off. The sight of his boy was always enough to lift his spirits, and he smiled at him. “Naru!” he called and was greeted with a smile–a sad one, but a smile. It worried him a tad, but he was fairly certain he knew what it was from. 

He lifted the boy into his arms, pressing a kiss into his blonde locks. “How was your day, son?” He questioned, voice a soft, gentle hum. 

[runningonoodles]

     忍び Naruto's smile grows a bit, feeling the welcomed security of his father's arms, pressing himself to the warmth offered. His head bows a bit, cheek resting against the older male's chest as his small arms return the embrace. Even during these straining thoughts... his dad always had a way of lifting his spirits. "I missed you," he mumbles, not exactly answering Minato straight away, but... he felt it was something he needed to say. It was the truth, after all. He's more than willing as his father lifts him from the swing to follow the little peck given, carrying him through the playground and to the streets of Konoha. He just wanted to spend time with him, wanted to spend time away from what was nagging him and his thoughts that day... And maybe, hear more stories of his mother. If his aching heart would allow it. They reach their home soon enough, Naruto kicking his sandals off once he's placed on the ground and wanders inside as the door's opened. He turns back, grabbing his father's hand and dragging him towards the kitchen. He was hungry! "Daddy can we have ramen today, 'tebayo?"

[annalovesfiction]

♡ NaruHina Month 2016: Nightmares. I don’t want to lose you..

[thesaandmaan-blog]

Stand By You. Starter with Runningonnoodles

Being quiet and a loner were what made the freshman the black sheep of Konoha High. If you asked anyone about him the first thing mentioned was the dark circles under the boys eyes, probably from lack of sleep but no one got close enough to to ask. Another would be the thimble sized gourd he kept on a chain around his neck. Rumor has it he NEVER takes it off and that he caries some form of powder in it, some think it’s drugs but others claim its ashes. His name is Gaara.

Gaara walked the empty hallway with his bag on his right shoulder. It was late in the evening and He had fallen asleep in the library again. His insomnia was getting bad again and he had been nodding off all day. He hated being at the school after hours.

While rushing to get his books from his locker he walked right into a football player just getting out of practice and knocked him to the ground in front of two of his teammates. Staring in horror at the bulky athlete, his body froze.

“Oi! You little goth piece of shit. Can’t you see I was walking there?!” The Jock stood up and got in Gaara’s face. “Do you want to die!?”

The freshman felt the jocks hot breath on his face as he was backed up into the lockers with nowhere to go. He tried to speak but nothing would come out.

[runningonoodles]

     忍びThere's a number of reasons Naruto finds himself staying after school, though in all honesty... its never really a good thing. More often than not, he gets himself into some form of trouble, and considering he really had no form of discipline at home... not much was keeping him from making the same mistake again. At this point, he had to wonder just what the point was, really. That day was hardly any different than the others, he'd pissed one of his teachers off by lashing out at them. But really... he swears some were just pitted against him. As if they knew no one would really be there to defend him, or something like that. The perfect little punching bag. His hands are stuffed deep into his pockets, school uniform appearing a tad sloppy, though the black cloak he wears does a decent enough job hiding that. He's about to turn down the main hallway, headed towards the doors there when a scene to his left catches his eye. A fight? There's really no hesitation on his part, heading over with both curiosity and determination. It was obvious before he even stopped, this brawl was rather one-sided, and the redhead was their target. If there was one thing the blonde simply did not stand for, it was bullying (likely because he endured it often himself). "Oi! Stop being such cowards and at least make it an even fight, dattebayo!"    He steps between the two, yanking the rather large delinquent from the smaller boy, and forcing him to face him. He smirks as their gazes meet. What's another fight to add to the list, really? Besides... this was something he simply couldn't walk away from. "I'll be your opponent." That said, he releases the other rather roughly and gets himself into a stance better suited to fight in. A fist meets his palm, and with it, a yell of readiness. "Bring it on!" Briefly his eyes meet the victim's, and its then he seems to really register just who this redhead was. Gaara... the guy was harmless from what he'd seen. A person easily picked on, much like himself. Honestly... its a wonder how they hadn't talked much over the years, but that's just what fate brought them. In a moment's time, fists start being exchanged; the leader taking the first swing and Naruto following suit. He was strong, he realizes as he catches a curled hand, sliding back from its impact... But who cares?! That wouldn't stop him!

[katekyoo]

[runningonoodles]

αℓℓ σf мє

  忍び Its strange, the peace that seems to fall over the village... all of them really, even their ninja world... Almost to the point that he's unsure how to feel about it. Obviously he's not that naive little boy who could believe life was void of all evil now, no... too much had happened for that. But for the time-being at least, a security is definitely there.

They'd won. Its been close to a six months now, and with it Naruto is still adjusting to his new arm, practicing to make sure its not a handicap in battle in any way. Its difficult... but he's quickly adjusting. Several hours were spent on the training grounds, and when he does finally call it a day, he feels decently spent. Or in the very least; hungry! The whiskered-ninja is leisurely making his way through Konoha now, arms crossed behind his head, one eye kept open as he goes. Plenty say hello, and obviously he returns the kindness (still adjusting to all this acknowledgement too), but he doesn't pause in his destination. Ramen was calling to him~ Well, except for maybe one ninja. "Yo Hinata~!" He’s grinning, bandaged arm going up in a wave for the flushed ninja. Its been a while since he's seen her, last he heard... she was on a mission. "Did you just get back?"

[runningonoodles]

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    忍び A little over a year now, Naruto has found himself working in what's likely his home away from home. Funny, he thinks he enjoys being there more than his actual apartment, but... he has every reason to feel that way, he thinks. It was nice when Iruka-sensei came for visits though! Or anyone, really. It made it feel a little warmer inside. But with this year of working at Ichiraku, Japan's best ramen in Naruto's opinion, its the last couple months or so... that he's seen something strange occur. Its a Thursday, and sure enough... he was back. Naruto stares to the pale male, ebony locks obscuring his eyesight somewhat as he steps inside. He stops, stares to the blonde server, smells, and makes his way back out. Why only smell?! And why was it always him?! And why did he always get this twist in his gut when their eyes met?! He didn't like it! The whiskered one grumbles under his breath, busying himself by scrubbing at the counter, and trying to ignore the one that is very much still looking his way through the window.

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    Glancing at Naruto out of the side of his eyes to see the reaction to his contribution to the note, curiosity soon gives way to exasperation upon hearing the LOUD reaction to his “two-bits” for the drawing that Naruto had made. It’s strange, all-in-all, to see the guy who’d been ready to punch his teeth in now readily laughing at a joke he’d made apparently in good-taste and without insult. What’s brought on the exasperation is the fact he had to laugh so loud and catch the teacher’s attention.

    Not all that amused with that, the raven-haired teen crosses his arms and leans up back against the back of his chair, slight frustration crinkling his brow thinking what momentary feeling of amusement he had had is now done and over with, because one would naturally assume someone with COMMON SENSE would stop and call it a day before getting in trouble.

    Well, Naruto DOESN’T always have common sense…

    And yet, against his better sense, Sasuke is swept up in it. Using up papers from his binder to contribute to the note-art pieces that they pass between them, there are a few times where the Uchiha teenager had managed to let a smile appear, as faint as it may have been. Naruto’s art was crude at first, then getting better the more he drew and found his “pace.”

        ❝ Maybe I’ll take you up on that offer so long            as you’re doing SOMETHING. ❞

    Which might be Sasuke’s way of admitting that perhaps his artistic skills are nothing to feel awed about… the most he knows he can do is simply draw a stick figure so that’s why most of detention was spent spicing up the blond’s own drawings into something different. As it stands, that’s how their rivalry had always been. Naruto created something–whether it be energy or a new way of doing things–and Sasuke coming along with his natural ability would always push the other to be better…

    It wouldn’t hurt to joke around a little, though…

        ❝ Who else is going to be there and look            pretty for sensei, after all? ❞

    And here’s where his smirk comes out full-blown to show the fact he’d been JOKING.

        ❝ Anyway, you’re coming to my house.            You obviously don’t have a big attention            span so if we want any leeway on the            project, we’ll do it in my place. ❞

[runningonoodles]

     忍び “Yeah? Hehe~ I think that’s the best decision you’ve made all day Teme!” If ever, really. Naruto stays at the other male’s side, not thinking too heavily on what their next move would be, because… he’s plenty content as is. Maybe it was Sasuke going along with his jokes, willingly bringing them up… Humoring him. Its all a little much, simply because he doesn’t feel such a lightness very often, and… from the Uchiha? Never. Its strange, but he’s enjoying every bit of it.

“Ah- your place?” He’d never been, but… he’d heard plenty about it. The Uchiha estate was quite something. “I’m down, ‘tebayo!”  And if the older male happened to have a video game or two… maybe some ramen; well, the day would end just perfectly. The blonde follows Sasuke outside, sticking close, observing; when he realizes… they’re being picked up.    “Who’s that?” They looked snooty. The question hangs in the air somewhat as Naruto follows after the raven into the vehicle. Obviously… this car cost a pretty penny. His face is practically stuck to the window as they drive, and the further they go… the more luxurious their surroundings became. Naruto wasn’t used to such things.

[runningonoodles]

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[thesaandmaan-blog]

runningonoodles:

It was a gorgeous day in Sunagakure. Gaara was out in his garden tending to his thousands of cacti and succulents of all variety. His favorite though had to be the Foxtail succulent because it reminded him of a good friend who he hasn’t seen in a while. Last time he had, Gaara’s life had almost come to an end.

The Kazekage sighed as he finished watering the foxtail. He missed Naruto. He had been meaning to visit him but seeing as he is the Kazekage he doesn’t have much free time. He quickly finished tending to his garden and began to put away his tools.

His walk back to his office is always a delight. Watching the village so alive and finally being loved by his people. It warmed his once very pained heart. If it weren’t for Naruto, Garra would have never been able to escape the darkness that once consumed him. He owed Naruto so much.

Almost to his office, Gaara heard a ruckus coming from a couple blocks away and coming closer. He braced himself with his sand.

[runningonoodles]

   忍び “Ah- sorry! My bad! Oops!” Who knew just how busy the streets of a Sand Village could be during the day, Naruto muses, having to dodge the town’s people left and right. He can tell some were annoyed by his presence, others happy, and certainly some confused… But none of their opinions really mattered much to him. He was honestly there for one person… Though Temari and Kankuro were cool and all, they definitely hadn’t bonded like he and Gaara had. “Gaara!” he calls once more, now taking a few final jumps before he’s reached the top of the Kazekage’s building, and with careful aim, he’s slipped his way into an office window. Its vacant, sky blue eyes having concluded that much, but with a bit of wandering on their end… a familiar redhead is spotted. Though they’re outside. “Yoooo Gaaraaa!!!” That time his yell definitely has to be heard, the blonde all too excited as he waves the other male’s way, grinning all the while to him.

[shinobi-bonds]

Naruto has a Kakashi plushie. (^-^)

[runningonoodles]

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[ofhabanero]

runningonoodles:

          Once they returned to the village and reported to Lady Hokage, Kushina and Minato had opted to return home after having her leg looked at. Minato had settled himself at the table with a book as Kushina expertly worked around the kitchen, mindful of her injured leg. It wasn’t until she was placing the steaming pot that held the main course on the table that she heard the door open before feet carried the body of their son in.

          Kushina smiled, paused beside her husband as she placed the steaming pot down. Her head tilted to the side as the familiar greeting slipped from her lips along side her husband. “Welcome home, Menma.”

          She sat up again, placing an arm around her son when he got close enough, laughing at a joke his father had made about him almost being taller than his mother now. Kushina didn’t appreciate the fact that her son was almost a head taller than she was. But she was proud to see her boy growing up, albeit a bit fast for her taste…

          “Sit down, Menma, dinner’s almost ready,” Kushina said gesturing to his seat at the table. 

[runningonoodles]

        忍び  Numb… he’s numb, Naruto realizes, almost afraid to breathe from the mere thought of this all shattering… This illusion; this happiness. And he remains that way as he slowly walks inside, up until he reaches the table and a loving hand is placed on him and felt. Maybe that’s what did him in… maybe that’s what had him finally able to believe. Even if it was just enough. Almost shyly, the blonde joins in the familiarity his parents are displaying and his smile grows, a bit of a blush on his face as he goes between watching the two. He can’t help laughing when they do, head ducking a bit before he glances up to his mother, then down to his father. It was strange… being able to see the simplest of things. To understand. He really was growing, huh? “Hehe~ I bet I’ll be taller than dad soon too, ‘tebayo!” he says, giving a bit of a nod to his mother as he sits down, feeling more and more that he’s able to relax here… To be here. Whatever was cooking smelled good! And… well. He’s definitely hungry! He hadn’t eaten since earlier. “What are ya making mom~?” He hoped it was ramen~! Though… probably not. This was his mother, she was probably concerned about him eating healthy and all that. And though he may put up a front of being annoyed by it… Its actually something he really longed for. It being part of a mother’s love. “Oh! Do you need help setting up?” Out of character for him… probably. But… he really did want to make them proud. To do whatever he could to make them happy. He doesn’t really wait for an answer, instead starts raiding the cabinets (he doesn’t know where anything is here, after all) and eventually gets enough to start placing on the table. Minato helps of course, though Naruto insisted after a bit that “I’ve got it!”, and finished up. Once he was done, he was sitting down again, and Kushina was heading over with the pot of food. He was practically drooling it smelled so good~!

[runningonoodles]

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[temeii-blog]

runningonoodles:

It was noisy. The office bustle wasn’t exactly Sasuke’s idea of how he wanted to spend his day (he’d much rather be at his apartment writing, where it was quiet.)  But, of course, he had to meet the person who would be looking after his novels in the future. He had only hoped that they didn’t hire someone who would fawn over his every word this time. 

He heard a knock at the door followed by the entrance of the new male. 

“Naruto Uzumaki, huh?” Dark eyes scanned over the person before him( his tie wasn’t even straight.) He idly wondered how long this man would last. A day? A week? – the determination in his bright eyes said otherwise, but Sasuke knew that he was tough to work for. No, not just to work for, but to talk to and to know. That’s why he did not deal with people and instead immersed himself in keyboard taps and fabricated love lives.

“What exactly, does ‘tebayo mean? is it some nonsense word? Also, there’s no need to bow for me.” Sasuke’s eyes met his gaze.

What qualified this kid to be my editor, exactly? He couldn’t even put on a suit properly or introduce himself like a normal working adult. At least, he thought, he didn’t seem to have it out for him. He could see his hands shake slightly, if from nervousness or excitement, he was not sure.

“… Never mind that, come with me. There are some things I need you to look at.” Sasuke stood, grabbing his jacket as he headed out the door. 

“We’re leaving.” 

[runningonoodles]

    忍び Since having entered this building, no... probably before that, Naruto had been imagining just how this moment would go. How it would play out, meeting the author he looked up to, the man aside from family and friends (in a professional light) inspired him most in this world. He pictured him smiling, welcoming him, though in the coolest of ways of course... They would probably laugh about something and hit it off. And the rest would be history.

But. This was definitely beyond cool. And definitely not how he pictured it at all. Naruto finds himself freezing up, hesitating as he glances up from his bowed position, brow quirked as he simply stares to the other. Eh...? A pout nearly forms, though he straightens out, looking to the male a tad perplexed as he goes about insulting him. Just what the hell kind of greeting... "Its a lisp... I get it from my m- Nevermind." He literally bites his lip to keep from saying it again, finding his hands gripping at the sleeves of his jacket. It suddenly felt very warm in there... and he's not sure if its from the office itself, or just his nerves. "Y-yes sir." Naruto follows with hardly a word, too busy trying to reason with himself that this wasn't how Uchiha-san always was... surely he was having an off day? Maybe just stressed from the publishing of his latest work and the task of having to usher in a new-hire? Yeah. Yeah that definitely had to be it. He's nodding to himself at this point, drifting off a little up until they're suddenly coming to a stop. He glances to the dark-haired male, throat working to swallow the nervousness that had rebuilt iself. Being around the other... so far. It made him very uncomfortable. He hopes it changes, because he figures... there will be a lot of them being like this. Being together, discussing things in and out of work for the novels... Shit. Why was he feeling this way? He should be excited! Damn excited! This was Sasuke Uchiha... one of his heroes! That's it, he's definitely determined to make this work! One way or another... he would! It was his Editor Way! Again he's nodding, though a grin manages to make its way onto his face this time as well. "Leave it to me, Uchiha-san!" He hadn't even gotten the task yet, but... it was worth mentioning anyway.

[runningonoodles]

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[ofkaiten]

runningonoodles:

          Serene silence. He was surrounded in it. TenTen, who was usually with him around this time for their mid-afternoon sparring session, had begged for a rain check; saying something about a girl’s day with the other Kunoichi in the Konoha 11. Neji, who figured that she would just go anyway no matter what he said, had just shrugged, stating that he didn’t mind and would find something to do while she was gone before she ran off, leaving him alone again.

          Figuring that he would use this time for meditation, Neji made himself comfortable in the soft pallet of grass that littered the clearing’s ground. Pale eyes slid closed as his hands came to rest in his lap. He didn’t know how long he had spent in that position, but when he opened his eyes again he could tell that the sun had shifted it’s position in the sky. It was maybe two or three in the afternoon by now when he finally stood. The bun haired weapon’s mistress had not yet returned; he figured that she was still with the others and would have to commence his training alone. 

         The Hyuga prodigy stood there for a long moment, white eyes shut off to the world as the wind swayed gently, whisking loose strands of well kept hair about his face. The soft whisper of “Byakugan” escaped his lips as pale eyes snapped opened, the veins around them bulging; making themselves visible through his skin. He fell into form easily, prepared to strike at an invisible target when something caught his attention. 

          He wasn’t alone in the clearing after all, for not long after he spotted him he could hear soft footfalls coming his way before they abruptly stopped no more than twenty feet behind him. He straightened, his back still turned to the blonde as his kekkei genkai deactivated, and sighed. Well, there went the quiet. Not that Neji was really complaining, he found the blonde’s presence to be tolerable now. Had it been several years ago, it would have been a completely different story, but now, well, he could use the company after all.

          “Will you stand there all day and stare, or are you going to use your mouth and offer a greeting? I know you can’t keep quiet for long, Naruto.” There was a smirk playing on his lips as he looked over his shoulder at the jinchuriki.

[runningonoodles]

     忍び There's hardly surprise on Naruto's face, expecting that he'd been found out, whether it was some time ago or just now... Neji was a master at perception. Though maybe there's a bit of a pout anyway. "I didn't want to interrupt your training 'tebayo..." he mumbles, hands stuffed in his pockets as he now makes his way towards the long-haired brunette. He stops when he's a few feet short, finding that he eventually can't keep from smiling as he meets the other's pale gaze. "Does that mean you won't mind if I join you~?" Although his intention was to have a bit of quiet time to himself, the thought of training with Neji was certainly welcoming. Maybe he'd get that opportunity afterward or something? Regardless, he is now standing before the other, adjusting his headband a bit before crouching down, hands moving to center themselves just before his chest. Blue eyes meet colorless ones, a grin forming below. "How strong have you gotten Neji, I wonder? Hehe~" Meanwhile, while they're preparing themselves for a harmless battle between friends, there's a threat not so far off... one perhaps the older male had not yet detected. Though there's more than one, and filling a few trees some feet away. As they had been for the past hour at least.

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The television show was a rather interesting one to the toddler. It told him about new numbers, colors and shapes all of which he was eager to learn about. He was going to start learning about how to make the colors green and purple, when a voice caused him to look over. "Daddy!” Boruto grinned, hopping up off the bed practically running right into him in excitement. 

“Guess what? Today Aunt TenTen let me watch ‘TeeBee’…and then I learned about making diamonds and more colors!” he beamed, proud of the fact that he had even learned such things. Boruto was trying his best to learn everything to surprise his teachers at preschool. The other day Shikadai had gotten his hand up first when a question was asked by a mere fraction of a second, so he wanted to be prepared for next time. Making his way back over to the bed, the boy sat back against the wall continuing to stare at the television. “I wanna beat Shikadai next time Sensei asks a question ‘bout colors ‘ttebasa. …Can you help me teach me to raise my hand faster Daddy?.” 

[runningonoodles]

   忍び  There's a warmth that fills Naruto, seeing the excitement shine in his boy's eyes, knowing that its meant just for him. Always so happy to see him... hopefully it would never change, he thinks.    The blonde grins, scooping Boruto up and bringing him to sit on his lap, holding him close as the little one goes on about his day. He always seemed to have fun with TenTen, and for that he's grateful. "She did? Haha! Sounds like you learned a lot today, 'tebayo," Naruto says, smile never wavering as he moves to ruffle the other's hair a bit. He can feel TenTen behind them, smiling he's sure. And when he peaks over his shoulder at her, its confirmed, and he of course returns the look. They're both laughing a bit at the youngest's rivalry as well. Sounded too familiar!

"Sure we can! My boy can definitely beat a Nara, ne?" A little peck is giving to the fluffy blonde spikes, and then Naruto is standing, bringing Boruto up with him. "But first... what do you say we go get some ramen?" He waits for TenTen to lead the way into the main room again, where he pays her for the last week of babysitting, and offers her stay for dinner. Though when she brings up plans, he's understanding, and she heads out for the night. "Well it looks like its just us Boruto! What ramen would you like tonight? I can add an egg and..." Did they have pork? He raids their fridge for a short while, glad to find a pack. It would complete it then! He even had extra narutos and veggies (even if they weren't exactly necessary), so things would definitely turn out well for the two of them. "Want to practice raising our hands while it cooks? Maybe show daddy how fast you can for now?"