puts... a hand on her head? hesitates... ruffles her hair a bit?? ruffles it a bit more?? (is he doing this too roughly??) stops once her hair's a bit messy. "hm. seems like you can't look like a porcupine like i do."
unprompted, always accepting !! @gaeshiwa ♡
ah. so that's why ... hm, nope. zilch, nada. she still doesn't quite understand— ❛ h ... ❜ —unable to even piece her thoughts together as to why or what or ??? just what had brought on this action from the uchiha. what was it, even ??
outwardly, hakuno appeared to have no reaction to what just happened, though in actuality, this was because she was still stuck on processing those few seconds. as if on autopilot, a dainty hand lifts to slowly comb down chocolate tresses, the strands easily returning to her usual well - kept appearance. like a dress - up doll perfect to play with. a doll / an inhuman / inorganic thing —— such words are what she's often likened to, right. hakuno recalls his words now: the mention of a porcupine ? like him ? hm.
how unfitting for her, she muses silently, still not fully understanding the thought process of the uchiha. porcupines were rather cute ... the only thing they had in common would be the color palette, she supposed, but even then, that was a bit of a stretch. was that the reason behind the sudden ‘ attack ’ on her hair, then ? peering up at madara, hakuno kishinami's porcelain face was as doll - like as always. but in her does eyes was an almist curious look— one akin to a cute, small animal.
to have her hair ruffled ... is a first for her too.
❛ ... your hand is decently calloused. ❜ a blunt observation comes from the usual monotone voice, but when she speaks again after, it is a comment spoken almost softly. ❛ yet your actions are rather ... gentle. ❜
ENCHANTED (2007) PROMPTS | @gaeshiwa asked: "i knew it was you." :) hi edo tensei tsuneo again
𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲, unlike any other war he's known of. Son pretending to be that of his fathers own father, then there is the real one Uchiha Madara too. Where did that leave him? Well, he was just the generation of Uchiha in the middle that nobody was recognizing, he would be easily underestimated for it too. Three generation of Uchiha standing together on one side of a war like this.
He can feel eyes on him, there's a tilt of his head in the direction of where he knows the gaze comes from. Eyes that would be onyx ,had it not been for the Mangekyou Sharingan that had made his eyes that bloody color in that moment, meet the eyes of his own father. His father looks so young, then again his son probably had similar thoughts about him when he'd saw him reanimated like this.
There's a grin that slips onto his face, head tilting to the side ever so slightly. ❛ You knew it was me . . but I'm sure you did not expect me here at all . . . Am I correct, otou - san ? ❜ He's sure that his being reanimated like this was a perfectly planned yet still last minute decision on the part of the one that had done the reanimating, Edo Tensei. Perhaps he was meant to be a shock factor, which surely he was, for only select people however. There were many people that would be on that battlefield that would not know who he is at all, yes, he was a shock factor for only specific people.
❛ Hm . . . How did you know it was me ? ❜ He could've simply been any other Uchiha. Yet, he was a believer in the fact that any father would know their own son, just as he had easily known exactly who his son was. A parent always seems to know their child, no matter their age, no matter the path they lead.
there doesn't appear to be anything on the horizon, nothing but white in this expanse where shisui waits. ( waits? that seems a strange thought, but he gets the inclination - no, he's sure he's waiting here. for something or someone to meet him ). time is meaningless, and the boy feels no urgency as things occur to him slowly. out of order. like he's putting together a puzzle, clearing the dust from a scattered mind.
shisui can see and this is odd, as the image of losing his eyes sits at the front of his mind. if he strains, he can recall other recent memories, bloodied and dark and water-logged as they are. he remembers what it felt like to fall into nakano river, to kick, out of instinct, against the raging current. he does not, however, remember ever reaching the shore. ah. so this is what comes after.
he gets the feeling something shifts when he comes to that realization, and time, elsewhere, where it still matters, lurches forward. and suddenly, shisui is no longer alone.
madara's is a figure he's only ever seen in portraits, but shisui recognizes him instantly. legend and kin, his own grandfather, no less. he balks for a moment before he remembers his manners and bows. he has heard so much about the man who stands before him now ( and much of it from his clansmen who didn't care to conceal their reproach, even in the presence of madara's direct descendants ), but all shisui can think is how human he looks. madara cuts an imposing figure, sure, but he stands about as tall as any other relative of his. not a myth, but a man. an uchiha, like him.
"madara-san, it's an honour to meet you." he rights himself, fumbles a little for his next words. these are unusual circumstances under which to give an introduction, but he will manage. "I am your grandson, shisui. I'm sincerely sorry I failed my mission. I was supposed to keep the clan safe and maintain our standing in the village. I hope you can forgive me." shisui ducks his head, eyes averted. shame creeps up his throat and settles, hot and uncomfortable, on his cheeks. he isn't used to this. failure.
it does not occur to shisui that his first words to his grandfather are that of a mission report, rote on his tongue, more natural than breathing. it does not occur to him that this is a strange inclination for a child who has just realized he is dead.
"we should dance again, for old times’ sake." but you know what he means by dance :) ghejgjejfj
𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝, hand on waist and swaying to the sound of music. This is surely not what such a word means to either of them in this moment. For old times sake. How many times in the past had they sparred? Baring teeth at one another, clashing against one another and despite it all, it was not for they hated one another to do such a thing, it was because they both enjoyed the thrill that such a dance between the two of them brought. Neither had ever went easy on one another and they went all out in these dances, showing off every move they knew to one another, a dance competition of sorts one might say.
There’s something wild in her eyes, she knows he can match it with the same intensity. There’s a way painted red lips curl upwards, a roll of her shoulders next and there’s something of a light sound from her lips, an airy laughter. “ it’s been so long since we’ve went dancing. You’ve kept me waiting for such dances. “ hands settle on hips, she looks positively unbothered but she still has that wild look in her gaze, she’s ready to charge at any given moment just as she is ready for him to charge right back. “ That just means it’ll be a dance you surely won’t forget. “ she was going to make sure to leave an impression on him, literally and figuratively.
There was sure to be destruction following a spar between them, which was why she was moving, right past him. She waves her hand as an attempt to get him to follow her. Surely Hashirama would not be surprised if they were to spar right where they were, they’d done such a thing once before, drop everything and begin battling in a moment of too much energy and chakra. Yet, she was being kind by leading to a place that could handle destruction, as it had many a time in the past with their dances.
A clearing that had already seen better days, grass finally growing back in places that’d surely be destroyed once again today in this dance of sorts that they both enjoy. Only once they are standing in the center of the clearing, facing down one another does she grin such a feral grin.
“ I’m not sure what you are waiting for. You’re not going to chicken out now, are you? It’s truly been too long since we’ve danced so, dance with me. “
It had taken a lot of convincing to get Madara to agree to spar with him no holds barred. Weeks of him asking, talking about it and saying he knew he'd get hurt, but he wanted this. Needed this. They'd fought and trained before, especially Dex, who always had to work a little harder than others because of his blindness. Always working on chakra control because it was the only way that he was able to see most of the time and, without it, he'd be trapped in the dark (more so than he already was).
But sometimes he got this itch under his skin he couldn't scratch and, after practically begging Madara, they had lightened up and agreed. His fingers were twitching at his side a little bit as he 'stared' down the Uchiha, lips pressed into a tight line and stone grey eyes full of focus and determination. He could do this, he knew he could. If he landed just a couple of good hits, he would be content with himself.
Dex had made the decision to come at Madara as if to kill him, to really take a life - because it was the only way he was ever going to stand a chance. He already knew how much of an aggressive disadvantage was just in sheer skill level. Madara was ... well, Madara. Hard to complete with the one dubbed God of Shinobi. However Dex knew he had ways he had an advantage. Genjutsu was useless against him. No eyesight meant no tricks of the mind or the eye. Add on his carbon shield and silent movements ... there was a good chance he could do this.
He did have to make a promise. He could hear Madara's words inside of his head, rattling around about Ryuu Bakuha. Stay away from that jutsu as it always took way too much out of him. The last time he had tried it with the other he'd blacked out for two days, nearly exhausting his chakra completely. But that was months ago. Things had changed, he'd learned to control himself and the jutsu better. But still ... he was a man of his words, and wasn't going to use the jutsu.
"Rules stay the same as we discussed," Dex starts off, hands raising so he can tie his black hair back a little bit. Bangs still frame his face a little, the waves framing his scar and making it stand out so much more. "I wont use Ryuu, and we come at one another with intent to kill. Battle ends with the other is incapacicated in some way." They'd discussed everything at great length after all. Madara, of course, just wanted to keep him safe. It was understandable.
A little frustrating on Dex's side, though.
He couldn't help but lean in and cup the males chin a little, thumb absently tracing one of the scars on their cheek. He'd learned where every single one was over their travels together, and he loved each and everyone - even loved his own now (at least most of the time). He squeezes just for a second before letting his hand fall back. "Please don't actually kill, Madara. There are too many lizards I need to make my friends." There's suddenly a wicked grin on his face as his hands clap together in front of his face, air warping around him and then he's ... gone.
All that's in his place after the smoke disappates is a tiny stone lizard figurine. He knew that Madara would at least find it amusing - a long running joke that had grown between them because it was the closest thing, that he knew of anyway, that his world had to dragons. Real ones had to exist, he was convinced of that, but he had yet to find any. One day, hopefully.
Dex reappeared a good couple hundred meters away, eyes closed and tucked behind a rock, and shoes deposited ... somewhere. He never really kept them on if he could - always claimed he could see better without them, even if it probably wasn't entirely true. (He'd just grab them later or, knowing Madara, he might stash them somewhere safe.) He had both of his hands pressed into the ground beneath him, chakra rolling through the tips of his fingers and the ground so that he could see out. He pushed his mind as far as it would allow, wanting to watch Madara. Watch his movements.
After so long together he'd picked up on how he moved. Danced, really. It was so incredible to watch and feel - wished he could actually see it. "C'mon Madara ... give me a fight. A real one."
for her wings are neither feather nor constructed of wax as mythology foretells. hers are crafted by paper. beautiful to gaze upon, deceptively malleble. hers do not bend, hers do not tear. they are what uplifted her from the hellish rubble of her crumbled homeland. they are what made her ascend to a deity - status of angel ( angel, angel, angel. / the people of amegakure sing to her. ) and enabled her to bring salvation to those most deserving. for even demons have knelt before her presence.
still, she could burn. there is no immunity from the unforgiving element of fire. and all uchihas -- dragons reborn into the skin of men with cursed eyes & the love of a different deity -- were forged with it. it lives vivaciously through them, only death can extinguish it. but do they understand it, the brutality of it? does obito uchiha know the difference between embrace versus forcibly dragging her down to destruction of all which makes her, paper and bone alike?
i love him more than i fear you. ( she suspects she is not the first senju to think or speak such a proclamation. )
❝ i am the kindle which keeps his fire alive. ❞ an emboldened declaration. a hard, blazing look in those ember eyes. she has no reason to fear being burned -- there exists a furnace heart within her which cannot be extinguished. ❝ he would sooner kill himself, and you, i suspect, and all the rest in this world, before destroying me. ❞
@gaeshiwa replied to your post with: pakkun. has... kakashi always been like - like /this/? (a vague question? yeah. but we know what he means.)
Oh boy does he ever know what he means by this vague question. ❛ There are so many ways you could mean here like reckless, self destructive, lazier in his later years, overthinking but I know you mean the whole . . . . Awkward . . . Yes. As well as a man that thinks bonds work in odd ways and values them with his whole heart? also yes. His heart truly is in the right place and he's a loyal pup, bear with him and cherish his friendship or I'll bite your legs off and feed them to bull. ❜
