#kaerucollection

[lilaclioness]

     Given her sheltered life within the Hyūga compound, Hinata has rarely been exposed to those outside her clan, let alone those from beyond the village wall or the border of her homeland. So when a trip outside the district walls with her handmaid shows a small group of travelers from Ame, she can’t help but gape in childish wonder.

     While there’s only scant differences between them and anyone from Konoha - mostly in regards to attire - there’s been such a heavily-impressed notion of ‘us or them’ in both her bloodline and her village, Hinata can’t help but find them far more interesting than they likely truly are. 

     “Uwah...!” she offers softly, gaze caught on one woman in particular. She looks so gaunt...perhaps she’s ill? As curious as she is, Hinata lapses in her manners, unable to help staring.

[ @kaeru-collection​ ] [ Starter Call ]

[nakariverspirit]

kaeru-collection from x:

Shisui shares a mischievous grin with Itachi, arm comfortably snug around Itachi’s shoulders. He leans on him a little to peer at his meal, a hum of approval escaping his lips at the sight.

“I’ve been practicing,” he replies cheerfully, because while most Shinobi use the Shunshin in moderation for merely a faster mode of travel, he’s seen its potential. For combat, for stealth, and the obvious: he’s only surprised no one has tried to perfect it before him.

“Mission was fine, pretty average. Just a merchant escort. There were a few bandits, but our team handled it fine.” He tilts his shoulder in a half-shrug, giving Itachi a last little squeeze in the half embrace he’d caught him in before pulling away.

“How’s your mini-me doing?” He means Sasuke, of course. He’s practically attached at the hip to Itachi whenever he gets the opportunity. It's pretty cute, actually.

[kusunokihime]

[ @kaeru-collection ] [ x ]

“Ryū-san, I have already made a full recovery,” Itachi says. He’s used to seemingly endless bedridden days at this point, but only now, after his condition has proven chronic, has Fugaku sought out a specialist. This is one of many sick days, and soon he will be able to take missions again.

Itachi has recovered in mere days from his previous sick periods and returned to shinobi duty hale enough. There is no reason for this time to be any different. Konoha’s medics have previously insisted on keeping him in the hospital for longer, though Fugaku is stern enough to demand it, just on the lower side of polite. This medic, though, Itachi does not wish to cross.

“When can I expect to be released?”

     Reading over Itachi’s chart carefully, Ryū gives him a glance as he speaks. True, he’s been doing much better today than when he was first brought in, but she’s nothing if not thorough. By now she’s rather desensitized to shinobi trying to wriggle their way out of a hospital stay.

     “If I find all of your readings satisfactory this morning, I should be able to give you clearance by noon,” she then assures him, giving a smile as she sets the papers aside. “With a weakened immune system, we have to be cautious. A bug most others can fight off well can be a far higher risk for you. We just want to be as sure as we can be that you’re on the downhill side, and there’s nothing left to flare up later. A few more hours now might save you another few days down the road, Itachi-san.”

     Still, she gives him a sympathetic wilt of her brows. “I know it’s tedious, but a person’s health affects everything else. Hopefully we’ll have you all finished up today, and you can head home where you belong!”

[onethousandbirds]

kaeru-collection from x:

He’s low on chakra, which is becoming a new theme on almost every difficult mission, no matter how he trains to increase his reserves. His thigh burns with the lack of circulation, or maybe the wound below, but at least it isn’t bleeding so much anymore. Kakashi doesn’t protest when Rin moves to carry him on her back, moving his sluggish limbs to accommodate her and the position. 

Then she springs into action, and the motion is almost lulling enough to sway him into unconsciousness-- but this is a mission, and he knows the consequences of falling asleep.

“I guess you’re right,” he murmurs, struggling to keep his eyes open (or the one that isn’t covered, anyway, to preserve what little chakra he has left). She offers him a soldier pill, adjusting him to grab the pouch where it lies. He scoops up a few gratefully, trying to still his shaking, clumsy fingers. He manages to avoid spilling its contents, so he counts it as a victory. He passes Rin one and swallows another without hesitation, hoping the kick comes fast. He knows Rin has to be tiring, too, and Kakashi is only dead weight right now.

“Sorry,” he offers lowly, though he’s sorry for many things, even more than his current uselessness. The fog is clearing now, and he thinks he might be able to carry his own weight in another moment or two, or at the very least, avoid passing out.

[lilaclioness]

malachite: what my muse as a child thought they would be when they grew up

[ @kaeru-collection ]

     From a very young age, it was impressed upon Hinata that she was going to be a kunoichi. While there are civilians within the Hyūga clan (I headcanon that both Hinata’s mother and her aunt (Neji’s mother) were both non-shinobi*), as heiress and a child of the main family, Hinata had little to no choice in the matter.

     Given that she wasn’t really given much say otherwise, Hinata doesn’t question it when she was young. Hyūga clearly begin training very young, as she and Neji are shown sparring before the loss of his father, which happened when Hinata was three. It was simply ingrained into her from the very beginning.

     That said, Hinata’s doubts began to arise very early - from the loss of his wife onward, Hiashi’s attitude toward both of his daughters was extremely polarized, and Hinata’s confidence struggled greatly for it. In all honesty, I can see her questioning her path as a shinobi after a few years, and especially after Hiashi stripped her of her title. But she knew nothing else, and wanted to be nothing else. While I can see her honestly having flourished as a civilian Hyūga, it just wasn’t an option for her. Hence her bucking up and keeping on the path nonetheless.

[ send me a crystal ] [ Accepting ]

[lilaclioness]

@kaeru-collection and @historias-multorum , your asks have been sent! If they failed, let me know and I’ll try sending again. The inbox call is still open to any other mutuals, too!

[kusunokihime]

[ @kaeru-collection ] [ x ]

“You’d better run, then,” Yuuhi tells the bandits who ambushed them. The bandits are not the best she’s seen at their profession–she’s heard of better death threats, and they don’t look too intimidating. Pointy items waved in one’s face are less effective when one is from a shinobi village, where people walk around with mini-armories on their person. No one is even injured, beyond a few easily-healed bruises.

Reika has the personality to cow anyone, from what she’s seen, and Yuuhi trusts her to send off the bandits just through force of personality. Yuuhi moves among her fellow travelers, healing their bruises with a touch of her fingers. She keeps an eye on Reika and the bandits as she does so–she’s no shinobi, but she might be able to assist if it’s needed.

     Reika is not amused. While not a registered shinobi by any means, that doesn’t mean she doesn’t have a way to deal with them. Silvers stare with a force to melt steel, narrowed in annoyance and temper.

     “I understand desperation can drive a man to foolishness, but this is pushing it,” she snaps, arms folded defiantly. “If you’re looking for supplies, I’m afraid what we’ve got is set to be used. And if this is your means of using force, you’d best rethink your plan before I leave you all unconscious along the roadside. I’m hardly about to let you harass these people.”

     As if to make her point, the healer unfurls her arms, holding up palms aglow with white energy, which she flares menacingly. Technically it’s just a show of chakra...for the moment. But she’ll put it to use if pressed.

     “Now, I’ll say this once. Anyone makes a move, I’m going to grab ahold of you, and fry your nervous system until you’re a twitching, drooling mess. And all it takes is a touch. Now...is your feeble attempt at a hold-up really worth me leaving you completely defenseless along the roadside for a few hours? You never know what might befall you before your nerves stop misfiring...” 

[kusunokihime]

     [ Inboxes have been visited! Each of you should have two asks from us - if not, they got nommed by Tumblr, so let me know and I’ll try to resend! ]

@historias-multorum @ultimumspes @dragonscaleslittlemuses @kaeru-collection @frogprinceus