#bakenekko

[sharkfinx]

@bakenekko​ said: " oi, kisame-san it's been sometime since we had a few drinks together hasn't it? " the regular day to day activities of a shinobi. his as a hunter-nin & kisames as cypher division. two similar sects of shinobi in kirigakure, among their duties to the seven swordsmen. it hardly left downtime - but when there was - he tried to enjoy whatever was given, " how is fuguki ? "

" Ahh, finally. I was tired from drinking alone, it's no fun."

 ◆  Kisame leaned a bit from his seat, grabbing the other's man shirt by the chest as he pulled in closer with a bright smile. Pushing him to side, right to the seat close by. The shinobi signalized to the clerk to bring another cup. Pouring some Sake for him, after all he had manners. The bitter taste always helped him to forget the smell of blood so deeply carved in his own hands, was good to forget about life even if was a second.

" Bastard as always, of course. As if he had anything else going on for him.. Certain missions are just.." He stopped himself, giggling as he took another cup in one go. Clearly the subject wasn't something he wanted to touch. "Hope you're having more luck than me, ne, Katashi san."

[xfthemist]

|| Misc. Prompts  | @bakenekko​ asked:  “ i know i’m not the person you want, but i’m here. ”

    The harsh waves below kept her sight as she made no move to dismiss Katashi or his words. There was no need to induce more stress on her weary heart, especially when Death was still lingering so close. Losing a member of the clan took a harder toll of everyone than they thought it would, especially an Elder. Kasumi had never even seen the old man until the wake and yet they all mourned deeply as if they had shared meals every night. It was almost strange seeing off one of their own to the sharks, but they found better peace with it rather than a traditional fire or enemy blade. Ito’s death was a reminded to the Tsukino clan that they were just another step closer to extinction in these merciless islands.

    Kasumi turned a small stone in between her fingers, a heavy sigh leaving out through her nose before she glances up at the man who had joined her. She stares in silence for a moment before finally decided to present to him an open offer, “We’re having a small ceremonial feast tomorrow. It’s mostly focused on prosperity and fertility. You don’t have to offer up anything if you join, I just thought I’d give you the invitation if you’re free...” Kasumi tosses the stone over the edge of the cliff as she gathers herself up onto her feet, staring once more out at the misty sea in silence.

[ironharvests]

he didn't know the child before him very well save for their father & zabuza. along with another kinsmen of his to say his view of the child wasn't neither judgmental or captious. there wasn't any opinions other then his desire to return to the old days. blue orbs fall on shizuma, " why do you desire this so bad shizuma ? "

shizuma hangs in the middle of his cell, resting his full weight on his elevated harness with a limpness that screams bored. because he is bored. horribly, unavoidably, maddeningly bored. it’s worse than the torture. at least that had given him an excuse to feel anything other than numb.

he gets visitors down here sometimes, a lot more than the prison had anticipated, which gave him hope that his message had caught among the masses and spread like wildfire. it also means he gets old ass slackjawed guppies like this guy from time to time, so busy blubbering why why why that they don’t see the answer in front of their fucking faces, reflected in the cell bars.

because kirigakure has become soft-hearted and weak.

because rather than the rest of the world being afraid of them, the country is afraid of itself.

and now here comes another simpleton. another man from the good ol’ days who is just as cowardly and blind as his parent.

it makes him furious. it makes him sick.

it makes him roll his eyes and shift in his harness, ignoring the man outside his bars in favor of counting cracks in the thick metal ceiling.

“Tell the guards no more visitors for today. Shoo.”

[fightingdreamcrs-aa]

@bakenekko​​ asked: " well, well i take it you've finished your duties today? or are we recieving orders? " ( for kisame @ 7sm shennigans ) 

Tipping his head in the direction of the voice, Kisame considered the other man for a moment before nodding. “Everything’s finished. Though I imagine orders won’t be far behind...” he answered, not explaining whether or not he knew for certain, though given what he knew of the mizukage, and the truth of how this village operated, he had more insight on the matter than most would be afforded. 

“How about youu - got the day’s work settled? What of the others?” 

[xfthemist]

|| Softer Prompts  | @bakenekko​ asked:  “  don’t ever let anyone make you doubt your worth.  ”

    “Of course I know that! You think I’d be alive after all the shit I went through as a child if I didn’t?” Her arms cross tightly as she turns to face a different direction, sight casting over the slow moving mist enshrouding the fresh buildings of the village. She had worked so hard to get to where she was today. Spilt her blood, and tears, and even more blood more than most alive among the Kirigakurians. She wasn’t worth anything to them until she became chunnin and even then most spat at her feet for the cursed flesh that she held. 

    “I’ve created my own worth and planted it into this rotten soil. I’ll make sure everyone who cursed me will be the nutrients that feeds my roots.”

[xfthemist]

|| Lord Huron: Strange Trails  | @bakenekko​ asked:  “There ain’t a language for the things I feel.”

    “Then don’t find one. There’s more to our emotions than just mere words and phrases. Let those feelings free themselves when they are ready; the sea doesn’t swallow the land to make cliffs in one day, does it?”

[loveoaths]

@bakenekko​ said: it had been a dog’s year since he last saw haku & zabuza, but they had kubikiribocho which confirmed the rumors he had heard through his network of intel. " did he go down fighting ? " finally breaking the silence, " i am sorry kid. don't worry too much. the mist doesn't need to know we met. consider it my last respects to zabu-san. "

it’s cold and raining lightly, but the inside of the red rooster tavern is warm and muggy when katashi finds them in the land of hot springs. you would think, you would hope, that someone might take issue with a baby-faced kid no more than sixteen nursing a watered down beer in a scummy bar, but no such luck. times are hard on the fringe of hot springs, and the tavern management took what they could get.

haku understands the sentiment.

what they don’t understand is katashi’s presence. the long limbs of his body are scrunched up like a crab as he side-steps kubikiribocho’s space-dominating body and squeezes into the other end of the corner booth, and haku almost smiles at the strangeness of an elite buntai corps member squirming and cursing under his breath in an effort  to get comfortable. the keyword is almost. haku’s been a tough audience ever since zabuza --

Died, haku thinks in the loud silence following katashi’s arrival, He is dead, he died, I did that, my fault, mine mine mine -- 

❛    He did.   ❜  haku rolls the cool glass bottle between their palms, the condensation sticking a touch too thickly to their fingers. an emotional tick. ❛    Like an animal. You would have been proud.    ❜

their voice is a weapon. all of them is a weapon. but no amount of blood on their hands will ever wash away the fact that haku is sixteen, alone, and spiraling fast.

❛    It should have been me.    ❜

[ninnekomata]

@bakenekko |  ‘i have no problem facing what is to come.’

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Ronin hmms in acknowledgement, before continuing to look out over the expanse of the valley before them, and the mountain range even further beyond that. the tallest one was nothing in comparison to several Ronin had seen on the mainland, but it was fairly formidable by Kiri standards at least. which meant it was still a fairly towering mass of stone and earth; and the valley leading to it was naturally filled with many who would prefer the duo not make the crossing to the landmark.

“....Well, I suppose it was too much to ask that you pick a more accessible destination. Fine. You’ve summoned me then - I am as your shadow. Where you go, I follow....even if that place is a damned hellhole.”