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[xhatake]

looks at expression art meme. what if one twin is #1 & the other is #15

they're just a couple of little guys

[xhatake]

❰❰ CHIN ❱❱ sender tilts the receiver’s chin with their weapon // I feel like yugito does this at least once lets be real || @jinchuus

Back presses against cool stone as Kakashi tries to step back, out of reach of the kunoichi who was rapidly closing the space between the two of them. He now knew her to be Yugito Nii, a kunoichi he couldn't seem to shake. Not that he particularly wanted to. She was impossibly fast, strong & capable, a beast in her own right. But there was a thrill to their encounters that was addictive. When he drew too close to Kumogakure, it was hard to fight a selfish hope that they may encounter one another.

Kakashi was fortunate to have crossed her path as many times as he had & live to tell the tale. But he wonders if tonight his luck will run out. He's already breathless, his chakra defeated from the battle that had already transpired. There were smoking piles of rubble all around them, illuminated by beams of moonlight that spilled through a cracked ceiling. He would feel bad for the extent of the damage if these ruins hadn't been abandoned long ago. If anything they were revitalized by the fight that had passed, a new sort of urgency breathed into their sleeping bones.

Kakashi spares a look to the left, trying to think of a way out of this. His options were limited, but he still managed to throw together a plan of action. Yugito must have seen the gears turning in his head because he hears a quick hiss & feels the engaging edge of her blade against the soft flesh of his neck.

She drags it to his chin, light enough not to draw blood as he forces his mismatched gaze to meet her own. He swallows a lump in his throat, very carefully. They share a painfully still moment. In the pit of Kakashi's belly is an odd mix of fear & excitement; he had always wondered if she would be the death of him. If their little games would end in bloodshed. Today, he would finally have his answer.

" So...? " His voice is cool, the implied question hanging heavily in the space between them. ( am i going to die? ) When he looks her in the eyes, his hands feel sweaty, " are you doing to do it? "

[sinflew-a]

                         @jinchuus  .  ( gaara )    |     starter call .

           ❛    yeah , yeah  .  say it one more time  .  i dare ya  .    ❜

PATIENCE TREADS A thin line , ( tick , tick ) , waiting for its moment to explode in earnest , an hourglass structured around dynamite . he scowls as gloved extremeties tap 'gainst coated arm , as if time itself would prove his enemy & he attempts to defy the annoyance that comes with the kazekage's every word . 

[wasmaitiest]

❝ fuu-san!!  chomei-san!! ❞            instead  of  assassinations  or  delivering  political  messages        lee  loves  to  use  matatabi’s  chakra  cloak  to  travel  at  unmatched  speed  to  visit  his  friends  across  the  globe.       &&  if  fuu  wasn’t  allowed  to  leave  the  village,  lee’d  simply  come  to  visit  her.    the  head  of  the  village  didn’t  seem  to  fully  trust  the  jinchuriki,  or  at  the  very  least  his  village.   but  if  he  had  troubles  controlling  one  stubborn  jinchuriki,  he  might  as  well  give  up  on  controlling  two  equally  thick  headed  jinchuriki.        @jinchuus​     LIKED.      for  FUU.

[wasmaitiest]

❝ b-san!! ❞         bandaged  arm  reaches  upwards;  waving  furiously.       the  raikage  made  it  clear  lee  was  welcomed  in  kumogakure;  he  was  even  given  a  headband,  which  the  young  jonin  proudly  wears  during  his  stay  in  the  hidden  cloud.     it’s  not  lost  on  the  jinchuriki  that  he’s  only  this  welcomed  because  the  nijuu  ‘  belonged  ‘  to  kumogakure.     but  he  doesn’t  mind  the  distinct  lack  of  danzo  in  this  village.      he  reaches  out  to  fist  bump  his  fellow  jinchuriki.        ❝ how have you been doing?? ❞           @jinchuus​      LIKED.     for  KILLER  B.

[xhatake]

❛  i  don’t  know  what  to  do  .  i  just  don’t  .  ❜ hands u my kakashi for twin au || @jinchuus

Both of them were prone to nightmares. There were many nights when one would wake up, lungs begging for air. Masaki often lay in his bed, gaze trained on the ceiling as he listened to his brother sob in the kitchen. he imagined Kakashi did the same when Masaki threw himself out of bed. It was hopeless. Masaki often felt as if he were to reach out, if he were to check on his brother, it would only make things worse. After all, this is what they were bred to do; fight & kill & live with the consequences. But as twins, they were never meant to do it alone.

But tonight was not so easy as inflicting denial; Masaki had dragged himself out of bed for the aforementioned reason, washing his hands. Scrubbing. It felt as though they would never be free of the gore of the past. He wasn't sure when he had started crying, but he must have been. These were the hands that had nearly killed his brother. He often dreamed of what would have been without RIn's heroism; without her sacrifice, Kakashi would be dead.

It was surreal when he twisted on his heel to meet teary eyes not unlike his own. Kakashi had left his room & Masaki could only assume why from how his hands shook. Tempered breaths leant to a thick tension in the space across from one another. Masaki felt terribly exposed to his brother, the mutual display of emotion disclosing more of the reality of the situation than either was prepared to do.

Kakashi's words strike Masaki to his core, making him feel ill. He feels something compel him to cross the room & taking Kakashi in his arms, holding his twin in a desperate embrace. It had been a long time since they had hugged one another; they must have been children. He supposed they still were.

" Maybe we can pretend that things are okay?" Masaki's words are careful, though he feels like they might get caught in his throat. Masaki takes a quick breath that threatens to become unruly. He knows it's not so easy to forget everything that happened between them. They may never be okay. But how desperately he wished they could be. He tries to keep his tone cool, but he cannot hide the crack in his voice, " Just for tonight. Until the sun comes up. "