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Surprise?? Lou has returned. Cleaned out my blog and inactive follows.
-- Sakura. )
❝ mm… i guess i should. sure you won’t mind me bothering you for a little while, taichou? ❞
❝ Of course not. The company is always appreciated -- though I will admit that Naruto had tried my patience once or twice with his stories. You, however, remain within my good graces. ❞
-- Sakura. )
❝ … what a tiring, long day it was. ❞
❝ Perhaps you should sit with me for a few minutes. ❞
ԅ(≖‿≖ԅ)
five times kissed ((if this is o k ???))
————— five times prompt.
the first kiss was given after tenzou was assigned to team kakashi —— a group devoid of reason, really, save the idea that they needed to save sasuke. bedridden kakashi turns to look at him as the door opens. reflexively, tenzou’s fingers give a little wave — stemming from his forehead and pushing outwards. the elder shinobi motions for him to come closer; yamato doesn’t bother to speak as he leans down — lips are pressed lightly against yamato’s forehead. grown.
he’s signing his newly given name ( for the ninth time ) but tenzou can’t seem to sign as quickly as he used to. his fingers catch between the m and the a in Y-A-M-A-T-O. their second kiss is taken as kakashi reaches forward to grasp at the younger shinobi’s crumpled fingers. tenzou is sure that he spots something akin to amusement as masked lips press to his very fingertips. they’re as scarred as he is.
their third kiss is offered from a man who could barely stand. yamato stands beside his bedside — gaze focused entirely on kakashi as he attempts to take a few steps; rehabilitation was difficult — and understandably so. when the hatake starts to stumble, tenzou shifts forward to catch him, though the other motions him away and leans against the side of the hospital bed. with five fingers spread wide, kakashi taps his chest with his thumb twice. fine. after a few moments of silent struggle, yamato manages to nudge him to sit back on the edge of the bed. when kakashi’s expression doesn’t improve, yamato kisses his own fingertips and presses them lightly against the other shinobi’s cheek. it manages to coax a smile.
the fourth kiss is requested — not from kakashi, but yamato. he’s leaning against the doorframe; his expression is calm, though it’s obvious that he is nervous about something. when kakashi’s gaze focused upon him, tenzou touches the corner of his own mouth and makes a sweeping motion across his cheek. kiss. it’s hard to make eye contact.
it had grown to be more natural — less alike something that one should be ashamed for. their movement is mutual as they watch naruto and sakura continue to train ——— so that they may one day find sasuke and bring him back to the village. an exchanged look is all it takes for fingers to link behind their backs; calm. lazy lips dare to press together when the others aren’t watching. it is shared.
( x )
"Are you jealous?"
making yam into jelly
' wh -- what? no. no !! '
instantly flustered ------ tenzou forces the initial panic from his tone. straightens his posture. takes a quick breath before giving sai a rather cross expression.
hands shove roughly into his own pockets. exhales. soon thereafter, he seems to have relaxed -- but it wouldn't take a genius to know he was still flighty.
tenzou internally scolds himself for being so childish and oddly transparent. it was unlike him. it was also quite unprofessional.
' no. of course not. '
he risks a glance to sai; his brow is furrowed with the utmost concentration -- he wouldn't allow sai to get any deeper beneath his skin.
tenzou swipes the coffee from the barista and hands the teen his change before he shuffles towards the nearest table. the man sits down dramatically.
elbows are set upon the tabletop; the professor looks over to meet sai's gaze with a certain level of quiet and sincerity within. he doesn't touch his drink.
' this is ------ i could get into a lot of trouble for this. do you understand that? and i don't even mean doing what you're suggesting ---- i mean simply because of the idea. i can't risk -------- '
casually places a very well made, very details wooden penis on his desk, awaiting the professor's usual walk around to examine the projects.
' --------------------------------- '
he spots the project ( and doesn't know why he's surprised ), almost immediately averts his gaze; cheeks redden without hesitation, but tenzou covers his rather abrupt facepalm by running long fingers through a tawny mane.
exhales and gathers himself.
' everything is looking good. remember -- sanding down your work is important; i don't want to see any knots -- and go with the grain. '
"Oh, god. Please be alive. Please still be alive."
dying prompts
‘ s — sakura !! ‘
he has his right hand over his eyes, the other pressed firmly against the gash on his chest. the wound was deep — his enemy had been dispatched, but tenzou knew how this would end.
there’s a dribble of blood down the corner of his mouth, smeared onto the back of his hand as he reaches forward to touch feebly at her cheek. she’s there, hovering over him and trying to pry his hand away to inspect the damage.
‘ it’s — okay. '
a quiet, pained note rises in his throat, threatening to escape with a volume that was sure to break his own spirit.
‘ don’t look, don’t look. '
the very hand he had used to hide his own face now pressed against her own. she struggled for a moment, but the grief finally began to overcome his kunoichi. yamato leans his forehead against hers, giving to sakura whatever comfort he had left within his broken bones.
he was afraid.
‘ i need you ———— to listen to me. '
yamato gives an almost ragged gasp, the hand upon his chest pushing down a little harder to stifle the bleeding until he was done talking. his head is spinning, struggling to return to what he had been about to tell her — all he can think about is pain.
‘ in all of my life —— everything i’ve done. made. loved — you and her ———— were most ———— the very most. you made me a father and ———— you gave me a family. '
the tears are falling freely and without hesitation. sakura and mei had given him the most important gift —— the ability to feel without question and without complaint.
‘ love enough for — ’
both of us was implied; caught within his throat as battered limbs begin to tremble. tenzou’s body became heavy, his eyes began to dull — but there’s a smile upon his features.
‘ smile. '
it had always been his favourite, lingering at the back of his mind whenever times were tough. it was that smile that had always kept him going — and the thought of bringing that grin upon her features one last time. his hand lifts from her eyes to brush against her cheek; it was an action he had repeated every day since she’d told him about their child — an action he wished he had started long before that.
her smile is clouded with tears and her eyes are opened to see the gentleness about his face, but he can see that light within. a comforting presence to keep his fears away for just long enough.
‘ such a beautiful ——— flower. '
tenzou tips her chin up to look up at the sky and all of the warmth that it brought. he would leave her to the sky, the stars, the sun & the moon, because she would shine so brightly among them — in his sky.
∞
grabbing a hand a la yam
' senpai, i said my hand was -- '
there's a dull ache as the other takes his hand and begins to examine it. kakashi's touch doesn't hurt, per se, but it's hard to locate where the agonizing sensation is coming from. there is a fragility to his touch that yamato had never experienced firsthand, so he finds himself at a loss.
' -- fine. '
“I’m bored. Take your clothes off ”
removing clothes prompt
he'd been sprawled on his side of the bed -- always tidy and allowing sakura to have her own space if she wished it. yamato had taken care of tucking mei into bed after she had said goodnight to her mother, as sakura seemed to enjoy tiding up in the bathroom before coming to bed.
the elder shinobi glances up at her from across the room, brow furrowed in confusion at her words. wait --
' mei -- mei is in the other room. '
yamato doesn't seem to follow her train of thought; rather, he doesn't seem to understand it either. the man sits up from his lounged position as she nears him, watching as sakura slips into his side of the bed.
her capable hands press against at his chest before fingers slip down and dig beneath his shirt -- smoothing across muscle and scarred flesh. while tenzou had seemed a little reluctant ( questioning ) at first, he seems to go along with it well enough now.
hands settle upon her hips -- for the first time, he notes that she is wearing his shirt -- and very nearly only that. sakura's lips are upon his neck before his shirt is scrapped and tossed to the edge of the bed.
yamato moves against her with a practiced ease -- having grown used to the little shifts and motions of her body against his own.
' we'll have to be quiet. '
tenzou's tone is soft and rough almost simultaneously; changing with the flow and weave of her form as sakura pushes down against him. he knew her quirks and she knew his like the back of her hand.
they moved in absolute tandem.
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muse info : ( x ) name : mei haruno age : six birthday : november 17th kekkei genkai : wood release personality : strong, cheery & quick to anger. appearance : short pink hair, black eyes, her father's smile, squatty & tan.
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And he looked down to the sprout in the palm of his hand, a delicate treasure that grew from the land.
i. ii. iii.
his eyelids were the color of the dawn sky; he smelled like earth after rain.
The Song Of Achilles, Madeline Miller (via puhtroclusp)
papa, papa! look at what mama taught me today! ( and casually the child destroys a wall with a punch. ) isn't it /awesome/?
children a la yam
' ah ---------- !! '
his apartment! his wall! his wallet! yamato's face is the epitome of shock, though he can't especially make himself angry about it; she was simply showing off her newly acquired skill and was confident enough to demonstrate it for him.
a weak laugh slips through his teeth as he scratches at the back of his head -- inspecting the damage as he does so. after a moment, tenzou drops a hand down to the top of her head and ruffles at messy pink hair.
' just like your mother, ne? very impressive. '
Daaaaad!! My fingers are turning green!
children a la yam
‘ eh? what did you do !? let me see. quickly, quickly — ‘