Chungking Express , In The Mood For Love
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Chungking Express , In The Mood For Love
Kar Wai Wong 王家卫
Craving that “holy fuck I’ve missed you” sex. Shove me up against a wall, throw me on the bed like I couldn’t get there fast enough. Tease me and make me beg and just take fucking control.
This may be a very personal opinion, but somehow this strikes me with less importance on the ‘I’ve missed’ you part and way more on the ‘I just need to pretend to have a reason to give away control’.
I don’t see an act of dominance or submission as a sign of longing - in an emotional sense. The way I percieve ‘I’ve missed you’ sex is slow and attentive. Having been away from my husband for too long or the one time I couldn’t be sure he would ever return... I just wanted to hold him, make sure he’s back, that he’s okay (at least as much as he can after a traumatic event), kiss and feel his presence, reassure myself it is real, be sure that he is enjoying it as well.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind being playful otherwise, but in such a moment... I don’t want a tease, I don’t want to beg for something I was forced to miss before, I just want to be close and submerge myself in what has been missing without a haste.
Then again I’m probably just a bit old fashioned.
Concept: you’ve been married to your wife for 3 years. You wake up in your bed before she does, your nose cold but your body warm. Careful not to wake her, you get out of bed and your toes curl when your feet hit the cold floor. You brew a pot of coffee and take a cup, making sure to leave enough for her. You pull on a big sweater and walk out onto your deck, sitting in a big wood chair to look out over the forest. The leaves are orange and edged with frost. All is quiet as the sun rises over the trees. You hear the door opening behind you and your wife sits down next to you, wrapping the comforter from your bed around both of you shoulders. You sit there like that until the sun is well up and your coffee cups are empty.
Oh my god. This is it. I want this so badly.
Means to an End
fire-hearted-father:
There was nothing quite like losing one team to war and being separated from another for making rash decisions to turn a guy distant and reserved.
He had been very close friends with both teammates on the first team, only for one of them to get blown to smithereens when a landmine detonated. The other was so badly traumatized that she ended up dropping everything but cryptography missions after that.
As for the second team, he was replaced after he flew solo one too many times. When his attempts at heroics nearly got somebody killed, it was determined the KMPF would be a better fit for him so he could learn a bit more about accountability. It had been two years in there. He learned.
He’d also learned when was best to keep his mouth shut and his comments to himself. There was still a compassionate, caring heart just beneath the surface…but part of becoming a successful shinobi was hiding that until the mission was over.
“I’ll be honest with you; part of this makes me feel ill,” but his tone said what words didn’t need to: despite his own personal moral reservations, Fugaku would still be able to go through with it.
‘I’ll be fine. We’ll be fine.’
Their target was Academy-aged: a little boy who didn’t realize his life would be cut short due to the problems of adults. It was sad, really. But the less he thought about it, the better.
As they passed through the gate and began the hike toward the Land of Rice Fields, he mentally took note that Mikoto was catching up to him in height. She wasn’t the little pipsqueak she’d once been, nor was he turning out to be the world’s tallest Uchiha man. Despite everything, his mother still towered over him.
“I’d have insisted on formalities if we didn’t already know each other. It just feels weird to hear someone I’ve known almost her whole life start calling me senpai.” So informal it would be. “Since it’s just the two of us, I’m not even counting this as an official squad. We’re just set out to do the same task.”
And honestly, there was one other thing. “There’s even a chance you’ll catch something I don’t. I’ve been stuck in the village doing the same line of work for two years, but you’re fresh at this. It’s not like I’m working with another cop.”
Another jaded, burned out, frustrated adult-in-training.
“You’re a partner, not a subordinate.”
Big words, recited a little stiffly, but nonetheless, Mikoto felt better afterwards. Perhaps that stiff and again very formal way of speech, made this more believeable than any charming talk could have. Fugaku was not a charmer, which meant that if he said he would look at her as a partner, he would.
“My squad had been kept out of the worst as well, I haven’t seen the very front of battles.” The risk to expose what was in Kushina had been too big. “But I have done some scouting behind enemy lines during the last month, solo. If something important comes up, I will inform you right away.”
She kept walking a few steps in comfortable silence, then turned her head back to him, lifting a hand to place it on his upper arm for a moment.
“I hate it, too. What we’re going to be doing. But I am not going to hesitate. By saying it makes you ill, you assured me that you’re a good person and I’m glad. We can both be human, make sure he is alright and that it is over before he knows what’s going to happen. You know as well as I do, there’s no way to prevent it and if we would have looked the other way, someone else would be sent. Someone who might not be merciful. This doesn’t make us good people, Fugaku. But it does not have to make us monsters either, right?”
ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ ᴍᴜsᴇs—ᴜɴɪᴛᴇ!
ᴡᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ 20 ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ ɪs ᴀ ғᴜɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇ—ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɪᴛ ɪs! ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜɴ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ sᴛᴏᴘ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ʜɪᴛs 30. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ’s ᴘʟᴇɴᴛʏ ᴏғ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇs ʟᴇғᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜᴀᴅ.
ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ ʙʟᴏɢs—ɪғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴜsᴇ ɪs 30+ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏʟᴅ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ ᴛʜɪs ᴘᴏsᴛ sᴏ ᴜs “ᴏʟᴅɪᴇs” ᴄᴀɴ ғɪɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ!
Means to an End
fire-hearted-father:
Fugaku wasn’t sure how he and Mikoto were technically related to each other within the clan–they were distant cousins of some sort, but that was true for virtually everyone with the Uchiha surname–but she was far from a stranger.
They’d never worked together on a mission before, but Fugaku had switched partners so many times over the past seven years that he felt he could work with anyone. Still, that sigh of relief was both visible and audible because this time, at least, he was working with a friend rather than a stranger.
More than that: they gave him a teammate who was well beyond competent. Although Mikoto was a fairly new chūnin, she had been one of the most impressive people when she took the exam for that round.
He gave a quick bow of recognition to her and held out his copy of the mission. “Have you had a chance to read over this yet?” he asked. Chances were she had. “Any qualms with what we have to do?”
It left a bad taste in his mouth, but the Hokage (or Shimura Danzō; sometimes it was hard to tell who wrote what in that regime) was rather clear on why this was a necessary evil.
“If not, I’m looking forward to working with you and seeing what you can do.”
Fugaku had always been a hard one to read. Sometimes Mikoto was wondering if the older boy had practiced his emotionless behavior so well that he’d slightly detached himself. Or if it was simply part of his very base personality.
He didn’t show any sign of discomfort at least when he had spotted her and the bow she received was a voluntary gesture of acknowledgement. It eased a pressure on her chest she hadn’t even been fully aware of having and brought a slight smile to her lips, while she bowed back at him. It was a little ridiculous, they were clan, they didn’t need to be overly formal in a private setting like this, but that just made it slightly amusing to top.
Her smile however vanished again when he brought out a scroll that looked identical to the one in her own pouch. It was safe to say that they had received the same briefing. Expression calm and controlled, she shook her head. “It looks identical to mine. I won’t lie, I do not like it, but the necessity can’t be ignored.” And she really did not want to turn it down either.
If they wouldn’t do it, the Hokage would find someone else and there would always be someone ready for a mission like this. And Mikoto was not okay with good people backing out and having this land in the hands of a sadist. Fugaku was a decent shinobi, she was decent kuonichi, they could at least make sure that the undeserving target did not have to suffer on top of his unfairly early demise.
“Let’s go then.” She nodded in the direction of the gate, walking quietly until they passed it and entered the forest. Once they were out of earshot of the guards, she turned her head, looking up at his face. (Funny, he was reaching the end of his puberty it seemed and the real giant he once was to her a few years ago, was still taller than her, but she had managed to catch up a little and wasn’t quite dwarfed anymore.)
“Are you okay if we keep interaction informal or would you like me to address you as my superior?” Technically he was, by default, his rank was higher than hers, but not everyone insisted on formalities, asking was the easiest way to avoid awkward situations.
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Content and almost a little excited, Mikoto rinsed and cut cabbage in the kitchen, adding it to the other chopped up vegetables in the bowl.
Itachi was upstairs, studying, diligent as always. He was most likely going to graduate from the academy this year if things were to continue as they had. It was several years earlier than she wished. But with a new war going around... it would not be any different from the time Fugaku and her had been children, anyone capable enough would be ushered out early.
She knew Fugaku did his best to prepare Itachi for what was to come before he would be thrown in head first, but it still worried her. He was so quiet, attentive and smart, he had an exceptional amount of control over his emotions by now. But she was still his mother and she knew that her oldest was quite a delicate and caring person. He tried to hide it, more and more with every day, but despite his efforts, it was most easy to see with Sasuke, her little happy boy. Itachi adored him just as much as the little one was adoring his older brother.
Little smartypants sunshine was currently in the living room, and thankfully she could still hear him - lesson number 1: hearing a toddler is a good thing, not hearing a toddler for longer than two minutes is bad, very bad.
Sasuke was a bundle of joy, however that did not make him easy either. That bundle of joy was fast as hell and extremely curious when they were home alone. Mikoto had stopped counting the times when he was suddenly gone and the rest of the family started a frantic search only to find him where she could have sworn they had looked before - several times so. Or in places no one had an explanation for how a person that short could even get there. It wasn’t helping that he’d been walking, wobbly, but without help before he even turned one.
Sasuke had never been as quiet as Itachi, sitting with his toys for hours on end, proceding to do things he shouldn’t be doing yet for his age. However, if Sasuke decided to sit down and deem the toys worthy of his attention... or even when he ignored them in favor of watching (interrupting) her or... for that matter, Itachi, she was starting to recognise that his play had method and wasn’t as random as one would expect either.
So if that wasn’t just her pride as a mother talking, she might soon have two slightly overintelligent boys at her hands. Funny how life managed to surprise you sometimes.
But, more important at the moment was the generous amount of food she was working with. It had been a while since they last had any visitors from outside the clan and she wasn’t going to be stingy on anything.
Aburame Kintsugi, a woman Fugaku knew a little better than she did, but every time they had met in the past, Mikoto felt rather comfortable with her. She had never really had much of a problem with bugs, in fact one of her genin teammates had been Kin’s husband. And the Aburame in general were a mostly quiet, but pleasant folk in her eyes. And amongst any clan in Konoha, who was going to judge the other, they just had their specialties, whether it be shadows, dogs, bugs or eyes that could see more than other’s.
She was also looking forward to meeting little Shino, who was the same age as Sasuke. It would be nice to see her child play with someone that was not his immediate family member. It would do him good.
Dumping the last of the cabbage in the bowl, she wiped her hands on her apron and checked over all the preparations. Dinner was ready to be cooked, the ingredients for the cookies they were planning to bake after had been set out as well. The wine was still in the cellar, but it would taste better if it kept the temperature that was maintained down there until opened. Sasuke was still making noise in the living room and... the table had been set, too. Well, she was ready for her guests.
Means to an End
fire-hearted-father:
As the Chief of the Konohagakure Military Police Force, Fugaku’s mother had done all in her power to keep her son out of such a grisly mission. She’d even attempted to hide it in her stack of papers and pawn it off on Yashiro. There were reasons, of course; the main one being that Yashiro was an older shinobi with five years more experience than Fugaku. Shortly after that, Kazusa-taichou knew from personal experience that Uchiha Yashiro had no qualms about following orders, even if it meant—
‘We’re going to kidnap and murder a child,’ Fugaku realized, privately wishing he was old enough to buy and consume alcohol. The briefing hadn’t come from his mother, but from a masked ANBU figure passing along the mission with the Sandaime Hokage’s stamp for sanctioned confidential missions.
‘No…that’s incorrect. In cases like these, they call it an assassination or a means to an end. Murder implies our lives have equal worth, which they don’t. This child is going to make or break our relationship with a lesser nation.’
Their target, Nikkō, was the six-year-old son of the Daimyo in the Land of Rice Fields: a poor and uncooperative neighboring nation that had not only done nothing to aid any Land of Whirlpools refugees after the great disaster, but was threatening to sign agreements that would place Kumogakure and Kirigakure bases right in Konohagakure’s back yard. That couldn’t be permitted to happen.
So in came Fugaku and his mission partner. They were to abduct the child and hold him hostage in an attempt to strong-arming the Daimyo into changing his mind. However, it was very clear that the child needed to die either way because witnesses could be dangerous. The only way that father would get his son’s body back would be to cooperate.
Although he had participated in two-man hit squads before—a “nice” throwback to his father’s old Search & Destroy days—this would be his first time leading. More than that, it was his second A-Rank. These often went to more experienced shinobi: not greenhorn jōnin.
And they especially didn’t go to young chūnin.
The most Kazusa was able to convince the Hokage to do was make sure Fugaku’s partner was a fellow Uchiha rather than a total stranger. In her paranoid, anxious mind, that meant he’d at least be alongside someone who could be trusted not to turn on him.
‘Still, A Ranks are reserved for jōnin. It’s rare to place a chūnin on such a team, even rarer to make up half the team.’ But it was critical to only go as two people. Four-man cells would attract too much attention.
‘Please,’ the seventeen-year-old thought as he sat at the meeting point. Everything they would need was neatly packed within his backpack and a couple of small pocket pouches for weapons. His aunt had even gifted him with a few accelerants in case arson needed to be added to the agenda.
‘Be someone who can fend for yourself if things go wrong…’
Mikoto had been receiving seveal words of recognition from their jounin senseis of the last missions, three different sensei’s as of lately it seemed that there was a slight shortage. Definitely not enough to keep the same one for every three-man team. She had managed to talk one of them letting her genin team apply for the chuunin exams last year and now she wore the vest herself.
It hadn’t been easy, there had been a few Uchiha members at the exam but only one other aside from her was accepted even though there was a good hand full that had definitely performed better than the new chuunins of other clans and non-clan members. It was just like her mother had said: do your best, you’re an Uchiha, they want to see twice the effort at minimum.
She hadn’t stopped after, threw herself into work with her best effort to manage everyone around her. Make sure the rules are strictly followed, make sure your teammates are safe and contained and make wise with your decisions, factor in people’s personalities, don’t fuss, don’t hesitate. And the work seemed to have paid off.
She hadn’t expected it to bear fruits this fast however and once the ANBU turned up out of nowhere, she nearly impaled his mask with a kunai. Thankfully the ANBU had the skills he should have and avoided it with a mere nick on the white mask. Save to say she was a little more then flustered afterwards. But at the same time: That was totally his fault for sneaking up while she was practising.
It would be her first A-Rank mission and once she had received the details it had required a tremendous amount of control not to swallow hard as long as that ANBU member was still present.
Assassination.
One couldn’t say Mikoto had not killed before, despite her young age. It was a time of war, she had seen a battle field and thus she had seen the corpses, she had seen death and she had been the cause of it as well. When it came down to your life or mine, her survival instincts were trimmed on fighting without hesitation. She was small, she was a girl, she was easy to underestimate. Once people saw her eyes, recognized her clan, it was too late.
The first time she had seen death, she had cried hours before going to sleep at night, barely even caring that her sharingan had been activated by that sight. The first time she had caused death... it had been even harder to wait until she was back home tucked away safely in her bed, before she let herself cry, wondering if her eyes truly were a gift and not a curse.
And eventually she had learned: They were neither. They just were, but whether it was an asset or a liability was depending entirely on her. They could cause destruction, they could aid death, but they may as well protect her friends and everything dear to her. It was just like a kunai, you could slit a throat with it or you could use it to secure a wire and prevent a body from falling to death.
It was the same concept she was now trying to percieve her mission with. If that kill was going to safe a hundred others - it would never make it fair, but the consequences of not doing it would be causing more damage, more... guilt.
She wasn’t a saint, she was a ninja.
Her parents had been proud and a little scared. Mikoto had never explained the details of the mission though, she only disclosed its rank. It was a two man-cell, inflitration and assassination were rarely done in a larger group, lowering the risk of discovery. She hoped however that her partner, most definitely a jounin, wouldn’t be a complete stranger. It wasn’t easy to get along with new people, if luck would be absent, she would end up with one of the more power hungry, concieited people, who were going to look at her as a liability rather than back up for her rank, age or her gender.
So it wasn’t surprising that she froze once she turned the last corner. Sitting there, ready with a bag at his feet wasn’t a stranger. Fugaku! The only older boy in the clan she had some sort of a connection with, he was nice, so that was a relief... Yet, at the same time it caused her to feel pressure. What if he couldn’t accept her? What if she would disappoint him?
Shoving away the conflicting feelings with a shake of her head, messing up her bangs and sending the ponytail flying, she got herself out of the stupor and marched over, face determined and ready to confront whatever was going to come her way.
Dear diary,
I’ve never written any kind of records before, aside from reports. But I decided to do this because, frankly, I’m bored out of my mind, I need something to do with my time.
I’m officially pregnant now, meaning I am not allowed to take any missions above a specifically selected D-rank. And one can only sit on their rear bumper doing paperwork for so long until they go crazy. It’s not like this is much better, I’m still sitting and writing, but at least I can have my mind occupied. I am still allowed light exercising, but that’s where it gets tricky, what exactly is light? It seems everyone has a different opinion on that and I get constantly encouraged and reprimanded at the same time.
Though, yesterday I think I probably did overdo it a little bit. (But it had been fun!) I’ve rarely ever seen Fugaku being so fussy. Also, Rie is one of my new best friends as of now. She’s part of the clan and almost the same age as me, but somehow we’ve never even talked properly before. But she’s pregnant and a kuonichi as well, so now we commiserate. That was also what eventually lead to yesterday’s escapade though.
Rie’s husband is part of the force too, so naturally we picked the range near the station to practice our shuriken work, not to mention that range is the best around. That should be considered light enough, right? It had been fun for a little while until we decided just standing around was too boring and started light sparing - not even semi contact. Honestly, the aim was to just tap each other.
We may have kind of ended up wrestling on the ground though and were too absorbed in having fun until our husbands pulled us apart. I didn’t think I would ever have such a moment again but I guess: oops.
And no matter what... I can’t feel too guilty, the baby didn’t seem to mind at all, I feel quite fresh today, and the sitting-around-aches are gone, too. I will definitely meet up with Rie again, however, we have had to promise our husbands we will not try to spar again.
Well, time to make dinner now, I doubt it, but I hope Fugaku is not going to turn into one of those guys that won’t even let me touch a knife at some point. I’ve heard stories like that, but somehow I think that’s just humbug, right?
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Submissions were turned off, so let’s see about this Husband Application for @silentsupport
Name: Uchiha Fugaku
Age: 40
How well do we know each other?: There aren’t really any surprises between you and me. I know you well enough to read the queues on your face and have full conversations with you without ever having to say a word. I think we’re constantly on the same wavelength.
Do you have a pet name for me?: Aside from the occasional “dear,” no. I’d rather call you by your name because I love your name.
Do I have a pet name for you?: Not that I’m aware of.
Are you attracted to me?: Of course. You’re kind, intelligent, patient, understanding, supportive, and a beautiful woman inside and out. There would have to be something seriously wrong with me if I didn’t find you attractive.
Why do you want to marry me?: I could count the ways, but I shouldn’t turn this application into a full-blown manifesto. So let’s just say that I’m the first clan head to ever be able to marry for love instead of having something coordinated by my parents. I want to marry you because I love you.
Big wedding or Small wedding?: As a clan head, we’d at least have to invite everybody in the clan to attend, as well as other clan heads and their immediate families. And then let’s factor in whichever teammates we had who survived the past two wars. And their families. And any other friends you and I may have. It…it adds up really quickly, doesn’t it? And when I see the bill for the ceremony, I’m probably going to die a little inside–but you’re worth it.
Do you see children in our future?: The future is now. The future is two talented, gifted children who are too caught up in their own problems to realize how great they are.
You know one of the boys is going to find this. You know full well Itachi or Sasuke will read over this, give us a weird look, but say absolutely nothing as he continues to silently judge us.
But what else is new? Neither one of our children were ever all that talkative.
late night self reflective asks 🌙
cosmos: what's one thing you wish you could say to someone you are no longer friends with?
galaxies: what are three things you want to do before you die?
waxing: what is your proudest accomplishment?
waning: what is your biggest regret?
full moon: what type of person do you hope to be?
contemplation: if you could wake up one morning and everything in your life was perfect, what would that look like?
night light: who/what makes you feel safe?
ponder: what do you want to do with your life?
sunset: who is someone you thought would be in your life forever, but you no longer talk to?
midnight: are you a different person late at night than in the early morning?
candle light: are you an indecisive person?
reflection: have you ever changed something you liked about yourself to satisfy someone else?
sweet dreams: are you happy?
nightmare: what are you most afraid of?
constellations: who is someone you could talk to for hours and never stop?
reminder: who is someone you will never forget?
11-11: what's something you want, but feel like you will never have?
shooting star: who is someone you trust to help you make the right decisions?
earth: where do you feel most at home?
soothe: what's one thing that always makes you feel better when you're upset?
slumber: what's one thing that helps you fall asleep when it feels impossible?
WIFE / HUSBAND APPLICATION:
Name: Uchiha Mikoto
Age: 35
How well do we know each other?: I would say there’s not much me or you haven’t seen or heard about each other by now. And I trust that our frequent talks are quite honest.
Do you have a pet name for me?: Mhh... not really, I prefer to come up with new ones every time whenever I feel silly enough.
Do I have a pet name for you?: Not one you’d say out loud I suppose.
Are you attracted to me?: Let’s see: a smart man with a strong heart that is mostly level headed and reasonable, not to mention a strong shinobi with a body to match and lastly even has a handsome face? This is a no-brainer.
Why do you want to marry me?: Aside from what I just put down a point above. I believe you’re also a good man and that you’ll do the clan and our family good, you have a genuine heart and... you’re one of few I trust to be able to put up with me.
Big wedding or Small wedding?: Considering your position in the clan? There is no such thing as a small wedding, even if it would be clan only.
Do you see children in our future?: I see two boys who are already glaring at you for daring to touch this form. Which is frankly quite amusing.
With a small smirk on her face, she pushes the paper atop of @fire-hearted-father ‘s work and leans against his desk.
Hello and nice to meet everyone!
Mikoto is very new to me and may still be a bit shakey at the start as I’m still figuring her out. But I would be happy if someone is up to share a thread with me and help me carve out the last bits and secure her personality.
Please IM me if you’re interested?