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@ryuushs
indie & selective k.abuto y.akushi from the n.aruto anime / manga series. low activity, 21+ mun, likely to diverge from canon as i see fit to my own portrayal.
activity: i have a undergrad thesis due early november, replies and such will come when / if i have some energy left, probably during weekends. please keep this in mind, but do approach me on disco if you want.
main verse info: here.
if you see me reply to months old threads.. just know that i’m trying and i love you all for sticking with me.
When he finally he took off his jacket. aka the eyeliner and arm vein scene
for @echosera
+Dramatic Bonus
hiatus / come back announcement: sorry for the disappearance!! i will be back on here soon, however, surely after the 15th since i’m about to get my bachelor degree. until then, reach me on discord @ i’m a five star michelin#2382
yuta vs kids
au where you join r.oot but istead of bad it’s this
@uchjha asked for a starter ( accepting ).
❛ watch your mouth. ❜ lips curl downward, mouth twisted in a haughty sneer. face otherwise betraying nothing of his temper, glare cold and tone not rising one bit from his usual drawl. it takes a strenous amount of restraint to stay his hand and not grab the younger ninja by the collar — he can only imagine how delightful it would be to hear his back hit the nearest wall, a spiteful thought, laced with venom. sasuke uchiha is an arrogant brat without an ounce of respect and kabuto ill tollerates having to spend any more time with him than he absolutely has to.
@scaringan asked for a starter ( accepting ).
fading scars hanging over his cheekbones are what remains of his delirium of grandeur. body mostly gone back to normal, his grip on reality ( and sanity ) improving steadily. healing is a steep road and sometimes he stumbles on it, feet caught in sharp vines, thoughts locked in a spiral meant to stay in the past. who are you? can you even exist on your own? he doesn’t know, he wants to try.
❛ all i am asking for is a little bit of faith. ❜ tone level, void of any pleading. kabuto is not so in over his head to ask for forgiveness, surely not from the hokage himself. what he is asking for is a place to call home and a purpose to fulfill, nothing more — children in need of a home care little for past wrongdoings, they latch on to what makes them feel safe. he should know.
@maitiest asked for a starter ( accepting ).
weariness lingers like a fine layer of dust on a cloak, only far thicker, much like blood. it's only a few seconds later that he remembers himself, expression turning into mild confusion — he doesn't see new faces often around the orphanage, and there is always that treacherous fear that something is going to rip it away from him. that someone is going to show up, one day, and demand a price he is not willing to let the children under his care pay ( lost childhoods, knives pushed into small hands. never again. ) the shinobi, however, looks nothing like danzo. his face blurred by the fog of the war, yet kabuto is sure they ought to have met, even just in passing. most likely, he even collected information about him during his stay in the village. memories are so slippery as of late, it's a matter of great annoyance to him. ❛ you look so damn familiar, but i just can’t place the name. ❜ not the warmest greeting, perhaps, but far from hostile.
a very random headcanon: i am just here thinking about the fact that kabuto had so very few belongings for years, decades really, but now that he is at the orphanage he suddenly has a lot of stuff. birthday presents from urushi, drawings the kids make, he probably even got convinced into buying a few plants and also has a cat ( a stray, of course ).
ENEMIES TO LOVERS, LOVERS TO ENEMIES AND EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN
“ you really expect me to believe a word you’re saying. now? after everything you’ve done. ”
“ do you really think i’m humble enough to ask for your help if i wasn’t truly fucking desperate? ”
“ you’re either really desperate to be coming to me, or you think i’m a lot stupider than i am. ”
“ face it, i know you better than anyone else. ”
“ somehow, out of everyone. even my own damn friends, you know me more. ”
“ i’ve seen parts of you no one else will ever understand. i see who you are. what you are. and i think you should stop making yourself smaller to make the world comfortable. ”
“ we’re nothing alike. i’ll never be like you. ”
“ why are you asking me for help? ”
“ you’re the only person who isn’t going to treat me with kid gloves right now. ”
“ you’re the only person who i know will let me do what i need to do without trying to talk me out of it. ”
“ i don’t understand what happened to us…why didn’t you trust me? ”
“ i’ve been in your shadow long enough. this isn’t about you. it’s about me, for once. ”
“ i’m not a project for you to finish. i’m not here to be part of your little savior complex. so stop trying to save me. ”
“ why didn’t you kill me? when you had the chance? ”
“ if you were going to kill me, you would have done it already. so, what do you want from me? ”
“ i think this is the first we’ve had a full conversation that didn’t involve you insulting me. ”
“ you’ve never held back from telling me the truth before. that’s what i’m counting on now. ”
“ i don’t hate you. i pity you. ”
“ i don’t hate you. i admire you. i always have. ”
“ i’d rather you hate me than be apathetic. hate means you still care. ”
“ please— just let me help you. ”
“ i don’t think you’re a monster. not really. i just think that’s what you tell yourself to feel strong. ”
“ i know you don’t believe me, but i’m trying to help. and i could actually do what i need to if you’d stop questioning me. ”
“ i’ve always been able to tell when you’re lying. ”
“ well actually, i came here to fight. but it looks like you’ve had a shit enough day it kinda feels like i’d be kicking a puppy. ”
“ no— please don’t cry. i’m…not good with the crying. ”
“ if we’re about to talk about feelings i’m out. ”
“ we could have had a future, you know. i wanted to do this with you. but you ruined it. ”
“ why are you really here? ”
“ i remember giving you this scar. you were so goddamn stubborn. ”
“ i love you. but that doesn’t change anything. ”
“ i don’t think you’re evil. i think you’re just lost. and alone. and you don’t know anything else. ”
“ it’s too late for me. ”
“ it’s not to late. i don’t believe that. ”
“ i’m just here to make sure you don’t get yourself killed. ”
“ i’m just not ready to tell the others about us. they won’t understand. ”
“ you’re the only one who has ever really understood me. ”
PROMPTS:
♡ for one muse to kiss the other with a knife to their throat
☁ for a fight to turn into a kiss and/or sex
❧ for our muses to be forced to take shelter together
❦ for our muses to be forced to share a bed
♥ for one muse to unexpectedly save the other’s life
☂ for one muse to spare the other’s life
✘ for one muse to get hurt protecting the other
✔ for one muse to catch the other in a vulnerable moment and have sympathy
☼ for one muse to see the other hurt and get angry
ϟ for one muse to take revenge on someone for hurting the other
✐ for one muse to do something hard/morally grey so the other doesn’t have to
☾ for one muse to open up about their motivations to the other
✄ our muses having angry sex
¶ our muses having desperate, passionate sex
❀ for one muse to confess their feelings to the other
► for one muse to injure the other and immediately regret it
▼ for one muse to heal the other after being the one to injure them
◄ for one muse treat the others injury caused by a third party
💀 for one muse to hold the other while they die
wow…
@yuruse asked for a starter ( accepting ).
❛ i don’t even hope you die these days. ❜ despite the heavy implication, his tone is kept void of venom. a viper with dulled fangs, dormant, pacified. oh yes, kabuto had rather hoped, once, to be rid of the younger boy, never truly understanding what made sasuke so special, so worthy of obsessing over. that festering annoyance is gone now, made irrelevant by the war and what happened after it. ❛ back then, there were times i wanted nothing more than to wrap a hand around your throat. was the feeling mutual, i wonder? ❜ he speaks with a candor ill suited to the topic at hand, curiosity shining through onyx eyes. but then again, it’s not as if they are strangers, however they might look it — sitting on the same bench, yet well distanced, barely looking at each other.
vipraes.
❛ . ❰❰ HURT ❱❱ . @ryuushs .
𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 ━━━━ expecting a blow that never came, Orochimaru was a bit disoriented by the lack of pain ; meetings like those were not unusual, and usually were made more bearable by the presence of Kabuto with him. Often, Orochimaru would be severely underestimated in this encounters, but never had he been so disrespected to the point of a simple business meeting becoming a full on attack. They disrespected him, his village and his peoeple ━━━━ there was no way he’d walk out of there without killing them all. Still, being dramatic, he wanted them to wound him ; to see that even impaled with a spear, Orochimaru would wipe the floor with them and their guards.
And so, the pain of having his insides ripped apart was expected, almost wanted in a sick sort of way, and when it did not come he was shocked. Though shock soon enough gave way to rage ━━━━ seeing Kabuto’s blood seeping through the younger’s shirt made Orochimaru’s mind go dark for a second, and when he came back to himself the noblemen and their guards were all dead ; scattered around like torn ragdolls. ❛ You foolish child, what were you thinking? ❜ he chastised, ignoring the blood staining his pristine hanfu while he knelt in front of the grey-haired male. The long haired man winced at the wound, knowing it wouldn’t be pleasant for the younger to be healed from such injury by him. Orochimaru was not doctor, and though his healing skills were outstanding, he lacked the proper chakra control and training to make it painless.
Despite his worry, he couldn’t find it in himself to be harsh on Kabuto ━━━━━━ it would have been hypocritical of himself to scold the younger too harshly, given that he would have done the same had Kabuto been in any danger. That was why, he gently brushed the boy’s hair from his face, a soft caress far more gentle than he normally was in public. ❛ I’ll heal you, but this will hurt. Hold on for me, yes? ❜ placing both hands over the wound, Orochimaru allowed them to be surrounded by the familiar pale green chakra, hoping that it wouldn’t be too painful for Kabuto. ❛ I’m afraid I’m not as good of a healer as you are, Kabuto-kun… ❜
blood seeps out from lips twisted in a grimace, but the boy lets out no sound as his legs fail to keep him upright. habits are hard to suppress and he has been taught to keep the pain in, never out. ah, for all his calculations, kabuto hadn't anticipated a hit quite so strong — as for the thinking.. if he were to be honest, on this particular occasion he found himself moving between orochimaru and his attacker out of sheer instinct. simply out of not wanting him to be hurt. he closes his eyes, trying to clear his mind enough to assess the damage, knowing he could normally make quick work of it, but when he tries to raise a shaking hand to the wound his chakra slips right out of his fingers, not nearly stable enough to attempt to heal himself. consciousness fades, only to return to him upon hearing a familiar voice, a gentle brush of fingers moving hair aside. kabuto tries to mold lips into a smile, despite the searing pain pulsing through his left side. he doesn't need to look around, to know they are the only ones still alive.
❛ it's— it's fine. i have complete trust in you, orochimaru-sama. ❜ the younger speaks honestly, even when struggling to keep his eyes open, dark eyes fixed to golden ones with no speck of doubt in them. ❛ your hanfu.. it's ruined. ❜ he has the audacity to frown about it, too. almost as if he hadn't just got his side ripped open by a spear. and to think that the meeting should have been, by all sense and reason, perfectly civil. yet it resulted in a boy bleeding heavily on the ground, a beautiful hanfu possibly ruined beyond repair, and of course corpses all around.
when taylor swift asked “can i go where you go?” and when death cab for cutie sang “when your soul embarks, i will follow you into the dark” and when orpheus promised “wait for me, i’m coming - wait, i’m coming with you” and when ruth begged “don’t force me to leave you; don’t make me go home. where you go, i go” and when samwise gamgee cried “don’t leave me here alone. don’t go where i can’t follow”
henlo! mutuals tap the heart for a starter, no promises about length, going to use some sort of quote ( lyrical or otherwise ) for inspiration.
uchibito.
the man who rid himself off his own identity ——— no, kabuto’s opinion he could not care less about. he wouldn’t be here if he didn’t have rather effective measures of blackmailing & a notion of use . so obito only scoffs, which of course remains unseen behind the mask. “ don’t flatter yourself. ” this alliance could not be more feeble & even though obito had planned without it, had made all his calculations without the use of reanimation: he can not deny its usefulness, the advantage it brought & that alone annoys him to no end. a line of thought kabuto will never hear. “ do not misunderstand me; i value your techniques. not your council. ”
he has grown sharp fangs in his grief stained delusion, forced his body into ascending to a new form — a better one, more monster than man. all of this does not serve him here, it only gleams distantly in eyes that bear the wrong hue ( the altar he has built inside himself is nothing more than sandcastles destined to ruin. but nobody thought him how to let go, how to stop clawing at the sand / the boy keeps building sandcastles, keeps watching them being swallowed by the hungry sea ). there is no loyalty or love between them and kabuto doesn’t bother pretending otherwise, doesn’t coat his tongue with white lies and honeyed words to hide the poison. they have an agreement and that is enough — for now, at least. the future is far from certain, their alliance fleeting at best.
❛ you value my techniques, yes — but you don’t trust me one bit, do you? ❜ he clicks his tongue, the almost taunting turn to his tone not hidden at all. kabuto knows and doesn’t care. ❛ go on, break my heart. ❜
