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// This was a lot of fun! I'll definitely do it again in the future!!!
1. Master.Kohga for @mightiestbanana 2. Konan for @historias-multorum 3. Elsa or Zelda for @vintersang 4. Yahiko for @dominiodivino 5. Yūgao.Uzuki for @asparkleofmuses 6. Rose or Bumblebee for @pixiezee
@asparkleofmuses from x
"It's embarrassing." He puffed his cheeks out, tapping his fingers against the side of his glass. He had few friends growing up and there was only really one he'd considered his best friend at the time.
"And you can't judge me when I say it was Mizuki."
@asparkleofmuses asked:
"Gai-sensei, you know Kakashi-sensei from childhood, right?" Sakura glances up at him with curiosity in her eyes. "Have you seen his face?"
"Why, I've seen my rival's face many times, of course! It's only natural. Why do you ask?"
@asparkleofmuses sent: [ scars ] a gentle kiss on the partner's scar(s) (Rin & Kakashi)
The lanterns in the infirmary flickered, casting long, dancing shadows against the sterile walls. The mission had been grueling, leaving Kakashi drained, his flak jacket discarded, and his silver hair dampened by a mixture of rain and sweat. He sat on the edge of the cot, his breathing paced but heavy, watching Rin as she worked.
She was methodical, her hands glowing with a soft, aqua hue of the Mystical Palm Technique. But as she moved from the shallow cuts on his shoulder to the jagged, vertical scar that bisected his left eye, her movements slowed. The air in the room felt thick, saturated with the unsaid. The Copy Ninja tracked her expression; the usual professional mask of the medical-nin was cracking, replaced by a raw, aching tenderness that made his heart recoil in a familiar, painful guilt.
He knew that look. It was the weight of years spent protecting one another, of being the only two left to remember the smell of the wind on the Kannabi Bridge.
“Rin,” he stated, his voice a gravelly ghost of itself, “it’s just a scratch. You don’t have to—”
Suddenly, Kakashi was silenced not by words but by the delicate proximity of her. Rin leaned in, her breath hitching, and instead of the warmth of chakra, Kakashi felt the ghost-like pressure of her lips against the raised skin of his scar.
It was a kiss that tasted of devotion and over a decade of suppressed longing.
The contact sent a jolt through him that felt more violent than any blade. His first instinct was to pull away—to put distance between his skin and the affection he felt he had no right to claim. Every time he looked at Rin, he saw Obito’s bleeding eye; he heard the final, desperate request to protect her, not to possess her heart. To love her felt like a theft, a betrayal of the body that had given everything so they could stand in this room together.
And yet, as her lips lingered against the mark of his greatest failure, the wall of his resolve shuddered. Her warmth was an anchor, pulling him out of the cold cycle of his martyrdom. Kakashi didn’t move. He couldn’t. His hands, usually so steady with a kunai, trembled slightly where they rested on his knees.
Gods, he wanted to wrap his arms around her and drown in the scent of her hair; he wanted to apologize until his throat was raw for being the one who survived when the better man didn’t.
“Rin...” He breathed, his voice breaking on the single syllable.
‘Please...’
It wasn’t a protest, but it wasn’t an acceptance either. It was a plea for forgiveness, for clarity, or perhaps just for the strength to keep fighting the gravity of the woman who held the Isobu within her, yet offered him the gentlest mercy he had ever known.
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Sai almost doesn't believe what he's hearing, and it makes him want to refute Kakashi, bury himself, or do something—anything—to make this suffocating sense of doom go away, the pain of humiliation burning him from the inside at what Kakashi tells him.
A strangled noise is all that escapes his throat as Sai attempts to respond, too tense to nod.
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Itachi’s expression didn’t shift; his tone remained as calm as if he were asking about the weather. "I read in a sociology text that asking direct, personal questions, such as one's sex life, encourages openness."
" Working together again, it’s just like old times, " said Kakashi — @asparkleofmuses
It took all the strength and mindfulness in Obito's body not to recoil at such a careless statement. " Tch, did we really ever work together? Or did you forget about yourself soaking up all the work and glory? "
Yes, he will complain over and over again about it because he seldom had chance to the first time, before the— everything.
His arm aches.
" Ain't like you to reminisce, or are you actually tryin' to fill the silence? " he smirks a little too wide, looking for an edge here.
|| First Introductions
@asparkleofmuses
His first time venturing out of Ame, and it was for a mission. It was strange...though he already knew other places weren't raining near constantly. The blue sky was...pretty.
Small package tucked away in Kyohi's bag, his teammates walked alongside him, though they were more there for moral support as they neared the gates of Konoha. He'd accepted the mission the moment he knew where it would take them, knowing it would give him an excuse to leave Ame, to find him. But now, as they walked through the gates, an uneasiness worked its way into his stomach.
What if he couldn't find him?
What if they wasted their time just to come here and turn up empty?
He took a deep breath while they neared the Hokage's office and reached out to open the door--only to realize another man had fallen in step with him and they almost bumped into each other.
"I-I'm sorry--Um, you first..."
...Those features, though...
