blacknosugarh replied to your post: Harry/Itachi Prompts?
Sometimes you need a break
The second time they met, Itachi was still trying to take the bounty. He was warier this time and kept his distance, but all his attacks died on Harry's shield and in the end he had to come close. Harry put a petrificus on him and finished his book while using the petrified man's stomach for a pillow. After a while Itachi even stopped struggling.
The third time Itachi came at him knife first and Harry had to knock him out for a while. When Itachi woke up, Harry was juggling his kunai in boredom, and the man was in a body bind once more.
Fourth time, Itachi tried to use jutsu on him with little effect and Harry used a tree's roots to bind him down. There was something suspicious about it this time, because Harry knew that Itachi knew that Jutsu had little effect on his shield. It was particularly stupid of the man to use them, so why had he?
The fifth time Harry wasn't entirely sure if Itachi was even trying anymore – taking him down this time was pitifully easy, and while the man lay wrapped in chains on the ground, Harry considered him a bit more curiously. Of all the bounty hunters that had came after, he had thought Itachi was the most tenacious – he was the only one who had found him more than once.
The sixth time he knew for a fact the man wasn't trying, because Itachi just walked up to him and followed him until Harry relented and petrified him.
"You're weird," Harry commented, sitting down beside the man while Itachi relaxed into the hold of the spell.
The seventh time, Itachi broke into his room at a inn in the middle of the night and Harry just grunted, threw his bound up arse onto the bed and went back to sleep. In the morning Itachi was long gone, Harry himself was neither captured nor dead. And then he got it.
The eight time Itachi came to him, Harry didn't bind him – he turned him weightless and made him float, helpless, in the air. When Itachi fought against that, scowling in annoyance, Harry brought him back down to the ground – and then slowly made him heavier, until he couldn't lift his arms or legs, watching how the struggles ceases, how Itachi relaxed. He bound the man's arms in rock shackles and sank his feet into the ground until they were trapped, he wrapped a collar of vines and branches around his throat and watched silently how the man went completely slack.
The ninth time Itachi came, Harry walked up to him and just put a collar around his throat, and then watched how the man just dropped in front of him. Harry bound his hands behind his back and watched with satisfaction how Itachi melted into it, leaning his head down. The man was a bit screwed up in the head, probably. That didn't make the sight of his hair slipping past his neck, baring the vulnerable nape, any less pretty.
The tenth time Harry held him down for the most of the night with just his hands, Itachi's face smashed into the pillow, his thighs knocked apart. Pretty didn't even begin to cover it.
blacknosugarh answered your post: Hikasai prompts?
Hikaru- Oh God, not again!
After Go, came the magazines. He could now turn the pages by himself, which meant he no longer needed Hikaru to turn the pages when he wanted to read Go Weekly. He used the night time, when Hikaru was asleep, to do this – thankfully, Hikaru slept with a night light, so it was easy enough to read even during the night.
Then came the computer. Hikaru had been bemoaning about getting a computer off his own for a while now, and for that Christmas, his parents relented. A not quite brand new but still serviceable lap top computer found its home on Hikaru's desk – and on the desktop of the said laptop, the NetGo got its own thumbnail.
"Hey, now you can play without me having to bother!" Hikaru said, and spend good week or so teaching Sai how to use the mice and how to click the right things. It was still slow, and sometimes the laptop screen flickered if Sai got too close to it, but he could play other people, but himself, without Hikaru needing to place the stones for him!
The laptop was, thus, on pretty much around the clock, and Sai spend most of the night time playing online, his game records shooting up from dozens to hundreds in no time at all.
Eventually, though… He found himself a little bored.
As nice as it was to be able to play, the opponents he faced on NetGo weren't quite as impressive as he would've liked – as it was, most of the time he ended up playing handicapped teaching games. It was all good fun, he had many learning experiences himself, he grew stronger but… eventually the opponents on NetGo started loosing their shine.
With his new ability to move and affect things, he wasn't quite satisfied by just sitting around and doing nothing all night, though. At first he reread the go-weekly magazines. Eventually, he had them all pretty much memorised, and moved onto Hikaru's school books – mathematics, it turned, was quite bit more complicated than he remembered it to be. After that, he tried his hand at Hikaru's manga collection but… well, it wasn't quite his thing.
Somewhere along the way, he started to clean Hikaru's room. At first it was just the messes he himself made – when he spread the papers out, he eventually also collected them back into a neat pile. It was only polite, after all. But eventually he started straightening up the rest of it too. He folded the clothing Hikaru left in a pile on the floor, he re-arranged the shelves, he eventually went through Hikaru's entire wardrobe and folded everything neatly.
Hikaru, when he woke up, just shook his head at him in incomprehension. Sai shrugged, "I was bored," he said, and they left it at that.
He kept at it, from then on, neatening stuff a bit while Hikaru slept. That, though, eventually stopped loosing its interest too – one could only clean so much before everything was too clean to be cleaned further, after all. Which left him, once more, bored.
And that was when he found the playing cards. It was, according to Hikaru, just a standard deck of playing cards, nothing surprising about it. For Sai, it was something new.
At first he twiddled with the cards without any goal. Then he did something he had see Hikaru do, and started fitting two cards into a little tent shape. Then another beside it. It took time and effort to get it right – he failed many times and the stacks fell – but he was bored enough to be determined, until he had a neat little row of card tents. Then he had second layer, and a third.
Hikaru, upon waking up, walked right into it. "What?" he asked, confused at the scattered cards at his feet. Then he looked at Sai, who was pouting at the destruction of his carefully made structure. "Bored again?"
"I'll pick them up," Sai promised, and did so while Hikaru was in the shower. Well, he thought. It had been pretty interesting seeing it being destroyed, as well a being built.
The next night, he managed to make a full triangle of stacked up little card tents. Then he begun experimenting, making other sort of structures, circular towers and pillars. Some of them fell, but the longer he worked at it, the better he got – and higher and more complicated the structures got. He didn't play with the cards all the time, of course not – no, mostly he played Go on the computer. But when ever he got bored of that, as rare as it was…
Hikaru kept stumbling on them when he woke up, falling over a couple of times, cursing and muttering. "Again, Sai? Really?"
Seeing Hikaru's reaction was definitely the best part.
blacknosugarh answered your post: Crossover prompts?
Harry Potter x Naruto - Mondays
Of course, his shop didn't sell food, but whatever. It was what the place wanted to do that day and it was more or less fine with Harry. He inspected the changes and opened the shop more or less normally, before setting himself behind the counter and idly going through some paper work while waiting for customers.
The first one was young ninja – not yet a genin but looking like she was working hard towards it. She was shy and jittery with one of those large colourless irises that marked her a Hyuga, one of the local aristocrats. She looked confused when she found herself sitting on the barstool across Harry – but then, they all did.
"What can I get for you, young lady?" Harry asked, closing the book.
"I don't… what can I get here?"
"Mostly self control," Harry answered. "This is the place where you can change yourself. You can buy a character trait or sell one if you have one you don't want. Or if you want something more advanced, I also deal with memories and their removal, and with mental disorders thought that costs extra.
"People can… sell traits?" the girl asked, her eyes widening. "Like, like what?"
"Last customer I had sold away a love he had for a girl and bought introversion," Harry shrugged. It had been a weird deal, but he had seen plenty of those. "I guess he wanted to call it quits with people. Usually people sell away character traits they don't like. If they're mean and don't want to be, they can sell away that. Or if they're too hesitant and want to be more confident - -"
"I want that!" the girl said quickly and then pulled into herself, like startled by her own outburst. "I… I am too shy. I want to be more confident."
Harry considered her. "It can be dangerous, to change weakness for a strength," he said warningly. "It can change your whole personality. You stand the risk of turning into a complete asshole, you know. I'd suggest you do something a little less mind altering. Sell the shyness or buy confidence, but I wouldn't do both if I were you."
"T-then I will sell the shyness," she said. "It… it affects everything I do."
Harry nodded. "Do you want to be paid in trait or in money?" he asked while taking out a crystal phial. "Any and every trait you can imagine is available, do there is plenty of variety to choose from."
"But you said not to get one."
"I told you not to get confidence along with getting rid of shyness. Nothing stops you getting from something else. Say, studiousness if you're bad at studying," Harry shrugged. It was what he would've bought, if he could've gone back to his childhood and redo his whole life.
The girl considered it. "What would be something that would make me better at training?" she asked slowly.
"I don't know about better. Studiousness is one, but it might manifest in way that just makes you want to read a lot of books. Perseverance is good for making you able to keep training longer though," Harry considered. "Or fortitude. Or maybe competitiveness, if you have someone to compete with, though that can go overboard at times."
"Then… I'd like perseverance," the girl said. "I'll trade my shyness for perseverance. Is that okay'?"
"It's perfectly fine," Harry nodded and took out a contract. "Just sign here and we'll make the trade."
She signed, and then sat still while Harry extracted the shyness-trait from her head, before inserting the perseverance. The change in her was instant and obvious – she sat up a bit straighter and stopped twiddling with her hands. She blinked and looked around and then, looking confused, walked out of the shop. Harry ignored her, seeing that they all did the same thing – now that her transaction was done, she had no need to see the shop anymore.
Instead he turned, placed the shyness he had bought to the shelf behind him, among hundreds and hundreds of other character traits. Then, putting the contract away, he sat back down, and waited for another customer.
It was a boy about the girl's age, with spiky black hair and the Uchiha fan on the chest of his shirt.
"You sell and buy character traits, right?" the boy asked. "I heard you talking with Hinata."
"That I do," Harry answered, considering him. He had heard about the Uchiha massacre in his last visit, but he hadn't heard that anyone had survived. How interesting. "What can I do for you, young sir?"
"I wanna trade my fear for confidence," the boy said.
"That can come bite you in the ass later on. It can become overconfidence and that can ruin you. How about fear for serenity instead?" Harry asked.
"Serenity?" the kid scoffed. "What does that do?"
"Makes you able to take anything and everything on with a level head, among other things," Harry answered. "Plus, it can give a person peace. It can be pretty handy." Especially for someone with traumas behind them. "Plus, fear is a dangerous thing to sell, you might want to reconsider that too."
The kid considered it and then jumped to sit on the bar stool. "Why?" he asked. "What's wrong with selling fear? Or… if I sell it, what will I lose?"
"Fearless people can't estimate danger or calculate risks," Harry shrugged. "If you don't fear anything, then you very well might run head long into any dangerous situation. That, as you might guess, can get you killed."
"You didn't say anything to Hinata about selling shyness being dangerous."
"Shyness isn't an inborn, natural survival instinct," Harry answered, giving him a pointed look. "Fear is."
"Oh. Hm," the kid considered it. "I want to be strong. I want to be much stronger. What will help me with that?"
blacknosugarh replied to your post: Read More →Read More Now!
dude, he hugged you
yeah he did but he was hurting me??? and the more i told him to let go he was hurting me more to the point i had to scream for him to get off me, and then he was calling me an unrespecting bitch over and over.
