#kaminoshisha

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@kaminoshisha

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Madara knows better than to think he's welcome. Especially while operating as he had been so far, he wasn't part of the Akatsuki just yet. Yet it makes him no less familiar with the place, usually there were three of them here in the rain. But for now? Just the two.

Piercing gaze on her as he strides across the empty room to slip comfortably into a chair. Madara had a particular fondness for flowers, especially after spending so much time cultivating Zetsu and mastering the Wood Release of his rival. Something so much more beautiful about wild flowers, surviving in the most hateful conditions, yet blossoming all the same. It's the same sort of glow he sees in her.

Survival. Strength through necessity and forged in fire.

"I think a flower than has weathered the storm and still stands to blossom is far too strong to give up so easily. Though the flower might falter, I think it's beyond the strength of the storm once the cloud's stop crying."

[uchihaghcst]

@kaminoshisha

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There's a beat of silence as it sits on her words. Quietly letting them soak into him, trying to remember the first time he'd seen a dead body. Then the first life he took. The first of both was haunting, like a ghost lingering over the shoulder, reminding you how irredeemable you truly are in spite of all the good you try to do.

"Think we all start too young." He said simply, eye closing for a moment, features twisting into a visible discomfort. Yet compared to Ame, Konoha kind of had things easy, didn't it?

"Can't imagine what it was like, growing up in the rain. All that conflict."

[infernoparadis]

[ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ? (hidan)

Headcanon Questions || Accepting!

[ 🕊️ ]ㅤ Ironically, when Hidan is doing his ritual. You'd think laying motionless in a circle for half an hour would make him anxious, but it's quite the opposite. It's the one time when he feels the closest to Jashin and at peace.

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Sakura looked around the tower. The cloak she was wearing wasn't as waterproof as she would have liked it, and she was drenched. She felt a bit self-conscious about it, but it was honestly not the time for that.

She'd asked for an audience with the leader of the village and resigned herself to look like a wet cat for it. She'd find an appropriate garment when she had permission to investigate. Sakura hadn't gotten to meet Konan personally, but Naruto had told her about her (and Nagato and Yahiko, too).

She bowed at the waist when meeting with the woman. "Konan-sama, I am Haruno Sakura, from Konoha. I'm here because I have reason to believe they could be a missing-nin here with the intention of poisoning the water supply in the village. I would like to ask your permission to investigate and find this person"

@kaminoshisha

[shinobinvku]

Ominous, dark clouds carrying violent, scattering thunderstorms swept across the entire country of Ame, like the wrath of old gods hellbent on washing away everything and beginning anew. Shinya watched outside of their sought-after shelter, an abandoned, dilapidated shrine, as the path down the mountainside vanished beneath flooding waters, the rainfall beating sideways. How fortunate they were that they found this place just in time. 

Drenched and weary from travel, the Ghost Tiger heads deeper into the shrine where Konan awaits. Despite their agreement to work together on their journey, she still seems reluctant to approach him. Could he offer a proper peace offering? 

He rummages through his belongings, pulls out a large bag of rice, and fetches fresh water to fill in his large cast iron pot. The scent of dried herbs fills the air, along with dried mushrooms and dehydrated meats. Now there was the matter of creating a fire in his wet environment. 

“I hope you’re hungry,” He asks, his hazel eyes meeting her silver gaze. “I have all this rice that I bought from the village outside of Ame. On a cold, rainy evening like this, I think beef congee would be great, hm? Do you think you could lend me some of your paper for the fire?” // @kaminoshisha

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@kaminoshisha defies the founder.

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Rain pelts the two with an unrelenting mercy. Here in this place it never ceases, like the heavens themselves weep at the suffering wrought by all the other nations here. But still, the elder of the two is unshaken by her resistance. As ever he is. Arms merely cross lazily as his singularly set eye fixates its harsh crimson stare off onto the weeping horizon.

"I don't need to control anyone. I already offer him more than your presence can promise." And the Masked Man's own eyes sitting in Nagato's sockets as though they had always belonged were a signifier of how fleeting power may be in the hands of those borrowing it. Having seen it for herself, she must know how painfully disposable all these little puppets truly were.

"Any light you find that promises you a path out of this dark world is nothing more than the lie of a hope."

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continuation of this || @kaminoshisha

"Nah. But there's evil juju goin' on, I tell ya wut." Hidan is quiet for a moment before perking back up. "Anyway! I'm glad to see ya 'gain, Angel. Jashin n' I, we had ourselves a long-ass talk n' I promised him to commit a massacre least once of month in exchange fer him lookin' the other way 'bout us. Lemme tell ya, I feel so much better."

To demonstrate, he takes Konan in his arms and affectionately nuzzles her face with a few kisses. He didn't give a shit what Pein had to say about "PDA" either--whatever the fuck that meant. Maybe the ginger should practice what he preaches and stop laying more wood than a beaver on sugar!

[infernoparadis]

@kaminoshisha: leers at him from across the room

"Konan. Is there something you would like to say? Perhaps you can explain to me why you dislike cats so much? Is it because they were perfect, precious, furry creatures?"