#kavvaakari

[moonsdying]

@kavvaakari: (continued from x)

"kakashi likes to mess with you," hayate says fondly, though he can hardly think about kakashi when tenzo— yamato, now, he supposes, but they both know hayate will only call him that in public— is still standing so broad and bare faced before him. the fabric of the blues stretch taut over his biceps, and probably over his chest too, if hayate pulled down that pesky little zipper on his vest.

he doesn't, not yet, but he does step forward until he's close enough to catch the metal tab between his fingers. "yamato, huh? yamato-taichou, specifically. what do you think of that?"

probably nothing, because tenzo won't waste his time on it, but hayate always likes to ask anyway. plus, it gives him a reason to let his other hand lift up, settling on tenzo's bicep to dig his fingers in just so. just to feel.

[nikushiimi]

incorrect quotes // accepting @kavvaakari : ❛ i feel confident in my ability to continue not knowing what is going on." from sai, who is as always like :)

Sai tries and that's probably better than whatever the hell everyone else is doing. That doesn't mean Sasuke is always so graceful with him when he's clueless, but thankfully the situation at hand is just as confusing to him as it is to the other. There's a small gathering of leaf shinobi clustered around a booth, cheering for something, but the Uchiha has no desire to cross the distance and find out what it is. There was no telling what it was ; no one had said anything about any festivals or celebrations to be had, and there were no holidays coming up. He'd rather sit beside Sai, his unlikely companion for the day, and enjoy the remaining hours of light they have.

That doesn't stop the Uchiha from looking positively smug at his admittance, though. He'll always be a little shit. At least he offered the other some of his homemade trail mix.

"You'll always be clueless, it's good that you're accepting of that."

[5sealed]

Koushin takes him by the wrist, starting towards the stall selling little paper fans. Once he's sure Aratachi is following willingly, he shifts his grip to his hand, smiling. "They've got folded lilies," he informs him. "Let's get some for Hayate-senpai's apartment, they won't bother his asthma!"

life is going fairly well for aratachi lately. the village has been quiet, a rare lull in invasions and akatsuki dealings and botched missions. aratachi still looks over his shoulder at every turn, but he finds that even kokuō lets herself go a little dormant these days. she barely stirs within him when koushin takes him by the wrist, thumb pressing gently against his pulse, leading him around without a care in the world. never afraid to touch him, to drag him around and include him in whatever he's got going on that day. six months ago, aratachi would have snatched his hand back and sneered at him. now, he kind of chokes on the feeling of being wanted.

even more so when koushin slips his fingers down until he can lace them with aratachi's own, and it feels like a reward for not fighting the touch. koushin rewards him often, though kokuō tells him he shouldn't look at it that way. but it's hard not to, when koushin smiles at him so sweetly. when the same thumb that had pressed to his wrist strokes gently against the back of his hand. he almost misses what koushin says because he's too busy looking at the pretty slope of his nose and the way his eyes shimmer beneath the early afternoon sun.

when he focuses once again, they're in front of a small origami stall, paper cranes, lanterns, various animals and flowers decorating almost every available surface. he snorts at the idea of getting someone with asthma paper flowers in lieu of actual flowers, but it's such a thoughtful idea that aratachi can't bring himself to tease about it.

" sure, i think he'd really like that, " aratachi says, though he's almost positive hayate would like anything koushin got for him, even if it were a pebble off the ground. " maybe the purple ones ? oh– and some blue ones. these ones here are nice too, though. " before long, aratachi is pointing at countless different folded lillies, unable to decide on which ones he likes the best. and all the while, he never lets go of koushin's hand.

we're pulling at each other like magnets / @kavvaakari ♡

[lvyeshou]

🌷 — A PROMISE. For genma :)

@kavvaakari

My cherished Genma,

The reason I have written this out is because I do not want to leave any stone unturned in the exposition of my thoughts. And the reason you are hearing me read this letter out to you right now is because I want to speak these words in person, so that you would remember these words in the sound of my voice, and so that my spoken words will be bound in the present, locked in a moment of time that cannot be reversed or re-lived.

Last night, I caught myself replaying the kiss we shared over and over again. As I did confess yesterday, my request was not an impulsive one, but an idea that had been on my mind for quite some time, only that I worried you might not enjoy it.

It must be said, it must, that I thoroughly enjoyed kissing you. Although the way our lips intertwined was exquisite beyond measure, I will also now clarify that my feelings for you extend beyond lust.

You are dear to me, and I wish to make that abundantly clear. And while we are in the budding stages of exploring a newfound spectrum of love that has not yet blossomed into full maturity, I have already loved you for many years.

I would like to end this letter with a promise. I have made many promises to many people over the years, and I'm sure you, of all my friends, know how important it is to me that I keep the promises I make. This promise is one I do not make lightly.

Genma, I promise you my utter devotion for as long as you might wish to have it. When I am with you, you will have all my attention. When I am away from you, I will think of you. And when you call, I will come running -- and you should know that I am the fastest man alive, so I shall pride myself with the fact that no one will run more quickly to you than I can.

I hope I do not overwhelm you with the tempest of my emotions; as you have told me often through the years, there are times I should pause, and wait, and think. Be assured that I have sat the entire evening with the words I wish to say to you.

Lastly, would you care to accompany me for dinner tomorrow, followed by an evening walk up the east hill? It is said that there will be a meteor shower, and I should like to catch such a captivating sight with you beside me.

With utmost sincerity and in earnest appeal, Maito Gai

[godmist]

"Sakura told me I should listen to my body," Sai is sitting in the window, he was not there five seconds ago. "Naruto said that listening to your body is for women, and then they started fighting."

He holds up an iced coffee, rattles it at Zabuza, and smiles gently. "So I think I will continue abusing caffeine and other stimulants, because that's what my body is telling me to do."

zabuza wishes he could say he doesn't startle, but there's the slightest jump of his shoulders when he turns to see sai sitting in the window he only just opened. he wonders how long he'd been waiting for zabuza to open it, and why everyone in his newfound strange little family has such an aversion to doors. maybe it's a konoha thing.

his instinct is to laugh, so he does. a loud bark of a noise, and he'd be more concerned about startling kakashi awake, but he's off challenging his man of destiny or something. zabuza wasn't really listening because kakashi's hand had been in his hair, fingers scratching gently against his scalp and lulling him back to sleep.

"pretty sure that isn't what she meant when she said listen to your body," he says, a smirk curling at the corners of his lips. sakura should have been entirely more clear, he's almost a little disappointed that she walked so easily into that one. "but it's good that you chose not to listen to naruto, i'll tell you that."

peering over at the food still simmering on the stove, then back to sai, zabuza exhales a short breath. "you better have gotten me a coffee if you expect to eat any of this."

keep moving, don't know what towards. not the same as it was before // @kavvaakari

[bakisensei]

He always felt those who targeted civilians were the lowest.   Bottom feeders who had nothing better to do, no better prospects –  it made him sick.   Civilians weren't completely helpless, but he couldn't help thinking of the smiling faces of children in his village playing ninja, beaming when a “real” shinobi blats off a few basic techniques for them; how they look at them with such adoration and trust   …    knowing that there are people from his village abusing that trust   …    things were bad enough for Suna. 

“This is a very sensitive mission,” Baki said.   They'd been walking in silence since they exchanged names at the meeting spot.  The scroll said he'd be paired with another elite shinobi and he didn't doubt it. @kavvaakari held herself with a sharp precision, dedicated and focused.   Baki didn't trust easily, but for the span of the mission – he knew that he could trust her to have his back. 

“The idea of this happening   …   ”   He trailed off, there was no need to get  overtly emotional.   “Things are rough all over, it seems.”   

[maitiests]

❝ whatever has been done to my boy. . . runs deeper than i imagined. ❞ gai admits defeatedly, his half finished cup of green tea long forgotten-- having gone cold good ten minutes ago. and a finger idly taps on the polished wood's patterns. this is not the fatherhood he imagined, dreamed of, and he does not blame lee at all. but unreleting love is not yielding the expected results, and he is running out of options. his inaction burns and itches beneath tanned skin. he doesn't expect dear genma to be able to fix it, but all be damned, he needs to talk to someone. ❝ more love, that's what i need, even more love. ❞ love fixes everything, doesn't it?

@kavvaakari liked for smth from the heart.

[beatstalent]

@kavvaakari (for any muse!) / sc.

"i'm not sure!" lee interjects with a shake of his head. what a colossal conundrum to have come across — sitting at the ramen shop that naruto frequented, and yet not knowing enough about the items to be confident in choosing a meal.

he looks to the other, "does naruto bring you here often? what do you think he would choose to eat?"