#hissins

[rabbitprose]

@hissins​  /    sc.

                            “——you’re  really  weird, you  know?”  starting things  off  with  an  insult perhaps  wasn’t  the  best  move  —  not  that  douma  really  cared, “—i  can’t  imagine it’s  healthy  to  walk  around with  so  much  anger  in  your  eyes.”

[ruinrisen]

                 @hissins​   /   𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄   /       sc

𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 . 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 & he will not stop until everyone dies . silly boy , he knows his ‘ dream ’ is more than impossible . he strives for the sake of revenge . may everyone feel the loneliness he’s felt all these years . may they know the suffering , the anguish , agony , the complete pit of desire wasted on betrayal & self sacrifice . he grips his fists , his head pulsing in some boundless rage that comes with obvious inability . why . won’t . he . die . uchiha sasuke . the perfect target that yet evades his every move .

                                                                 ❛   die by my hand , uchiha .    ❜

mouth opens to display gritted teeth , a vicious grin pulling at his cheeks .

[zokucho]

Mother’s  love  personified  :  as  salves,  as  gauze,  as  the  gentle  stroking  of  @hissins's  back,  a  reassurance  to  signal  him  to  rest.  Sasuke  was  cultivating  himself  the  best  a  child  could,  but  even  children  are  slaves  to  their  bodies.  His  had  yet  to  catch  up  to  his  ambition,  motor  skills  a  future  ally  but  a  current  hindrance.  The  only  cure  was  either  to  stop,  or  to  keep  going.  Mikoto  sighed,  adjusting  the  tape  fixed  to  his  face,  tempted  to  lay  a  kiss  upon  his  cheeks...  But,  as  was  the  case  with  one  so  young,  the  likelihood  it  was  not  just  his  flesh  that  was  wounded  kept  her  from  coming  any  closer.

❝    There  you  go  :  all  better...  As  long  as  you  don’t  pick  at  it,  it  won’t  scar.    ❞

❝    Sasuke...  Have  you  been  training  by  yourself?    ❞

[bluskyes-a]

unprompted ━ @hissins​ asked: “The only thing you help with is bringing our team down, usuratonkachi.” To Nardo. 😂💀

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 that he is about to receive some praise from Sasuke, in some extremely rare occasion where Sasuke might be feeling some kind of nice for once ( not that Sasuke couldn’t be nice but he has a record for being anything but nice usually ). The words that come out shouldn’t surprise him at all but somehow they still do and he practically deflates over those words, then his expression takes on that of an offended one and he’s huffing.

❝ Oi! I help with bringing a lot to our team, teme! You’re just ... Jealous of my skills that I bring to the table for the team. ❞ A hmph slips past his lips only a moment after the words are delivered to the other. ❝ I mean, the only thing you help with bringing to the team is constant doom and gloom so, bleh. ❞ In a show of maturity, he sticks his tongue out at Sasuke.

[epiones]

𝑯𝑰𝑺𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑺        asked     :       ​ “I heard you needed help with something?” glaring at the distance hoping Naruto can feel it.

                   ❛   help ? me ?      HAHA --   ❜

𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 , 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 naruto completely to the side , a rosy pink flushing her cheeks . 

& inner sakura would release :        ‘ I CAN’T POSSIBLY SHOW THAT I NEED HELP IN FRONT OF SASUKE  .  .  .  THAT IDIOT , NARUTOOO !!  ’

[epiones]

𝑯𝑰𝑺𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑺        asked     :      He knew it was only a few weeks away. Her birthday. He didn’t care about being the first one, he just wanted to see her smile…from afar that was. On the doorstep there say a nicely gift wrapped bright pink present, bow and all. Inside were three tickets in case she wanted to bring her family with her, to Tanzaku town. That small town was renowned for its food, games, and knowing her father, gambling. Next was an envelope and inside was a card with two discounted dango coupons tucked inside.

Happy Birthday.

Anonymous.

//listen he loves seeing that little Haruno family happy 

𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 , 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 life’s day to day business that keeps her most occupied -- most dreadfully tired . she feels the coolness of her floor ‘gainst her bare feet as she treks toward the door . she’d thought she’d heard something , & whilst non - threatened , she’d still check the area for moments similar to these . she finds a perfectly pink , carefully wrapped , present at her doorstep , & before offering a simple smile , she’d take a step back to examine it  .  .  .  she’d dealt with too many traps to fall for something so silly . 

so , comedically , she reaches for a reacher tool that her & her mother use often in the kitchen & pushes the bag slightly , not wanting to harm any of its belongings , given that her birthday is coming up soon . she feels a bit silly when nothing happens , scratching the back of her neck & sighing . if anyone saw her right now  .  .  .  well , she’s just really glad she’s alone .

hoisting the bag up & into her arms , she finds it surprisingly light . a light grin dons her features as she wonders if she should wait to open it or if she might open it now . 

                                                     --

impatience gets the best of her as she digs in with a big grin , hoping with all of her being that she may have known just who sent this to her . it would be a dream come true !     that is , until she spots the anonymous written in ink ‘pon an otherwise blank page , offering blank features . she doesn’t even know what it is yet , but something about an anonymous gift seems a bit creepy . that is , until she unveils the gifts granted specifically for her & what she can only assume is her parents . she tucks it back into the bag , placing it at her dining room table as she sits next to it . 

she pulls it out again to offer a second glance , to see if she could find any trace of who it might be from & out slip the coupons for one of her favorite treats . she holds them to her heart for a moment & allows the warmth of genuine thought to consume her . whoever sent this  .  .  .  they must be someone close to her . 

placing the object scattered across her table , she hops on her toes to outside , wishing she could catch a glimpse of who had left it , or perhaps ask a neighbor if they could describe them . 

nothing . not a soul in sight .

she sighs to herself , her hands folded over her chest , her feet uncomfortable & dirty from being outside . she shakes her head gently & allows herself back inside , thinking that perhaps it’s time to wash up ‘fore her parents arrive . she’d share with them her gift & pray for their excitement . 

thank you , whoever you are . 

but you know that she hopes it’s you .

@hissins​ 

[scurriilous]

@hissins​ asks: ❝ Did you find what you were looking for? ❞ // UCHIHA SASUKE

   Merciless & mighty did the Reaper plunder, painting the ( invaded ) town RED with Atheist blood. Those who had not already been slain were cowering in fear within their housing, trying their best to stay quiet despite their grieving of fallen kin. By now the small irrelevant Village’s population would have been SLICED in half - a tragedy to its residents but nothing more than a day’s work to Hidan - who had his back turned to the boy upon utterance of his query. There were a few beats before an answer, as the brute was too busy piercing Jashinist steel into the skull of his prey, gouging as deep as the blade would allow in order to guarantee death. 

             ❝ Not . . . quite. ❞ It takes effort to remove the scythe from the bystander’s flesh, but once it withdraws, it brings gore along with it, which paints the face of the wielder. He lets out a breath from the struggle and rolls his shoulders back. Killing is one hell of a workout. Once he’s adjusted, he turns to meet the gaze of the only worthy opponent for miles.

          ❝ I’m going to need you to stay out of this Uchiha -      These are sacrifices for Lord Jashin. Don’t get in my way. ❞

[hissins]

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