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@kyugens / continuing the sasu/gaa thread here

Granted the lead, he tilts his head in the direction they need to turn. Though he does note there seems to be a hint of amusement on the other. Tucking that away, he refocuses on trying to sort through his thoughts.

As promised the tea house is no more than twenty minutes from their path of travel. It's a small building, but with many signs that it is maintained from the fresh garden outside to the well worn path that leads inside the tea house.

Sasuke steps inside, pushing aside the small curtain. It sends out a quick 'ting' letting the owners know they have visitors. A warm greeting is shouted from behind the counter. Sasuke mumbles it back before going to his usual table in the corner. He doesn't even glance back to ensure his companion is following, simply expecting him to.

Sliding into his seat, he leans back as he looks over the place with fond familiarity. Then his gaze settles on the Kazekage, trying to search for the reason he trusts him. Or why he granted him that trust back then. A sleek black cat slips along the back of his booth, and draws Sasuke's attention away from Gaara. He lifts a hand to stroke it between the ears.

"....why did--" he stops and presses his lips into a grim line. The cat meows in protest, he resumes petting them.

"Earlier," he tries again," you said you had nothing to fear from me. I assumed you meant you could take me out if I did something out of line. But that's not..." he stops again finding the words on his tongue refusing to leave. He just wants clarity why is his body fighting it? It may expose him, but he's willing to risk it for the peace it could bring his thoughts. It takes a few moments of building himself up to finally get the words out.

"I don't get why you trusts me at all, and for the record why the idioit still does." He forces out, hating how his body tenses all over, as if expecting a killing blow from exposing himself like this.

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@kyugens // Kiba — Closed starter

A free man at last. The trials finished, his period of isolation completed, and everything else finalized within the last week. Now that he was finally integrated back into Konohagakure, it should mean that he is finally receiving the rest he had been longing for.

Not quite. 

By the time he had reached the pillars of the long-abandoned Uchiha estate, he was tapped on the shoulder by one of the several pencil pushers that worked under the Hokage, giving him one notice before they ushered the Uchiha into the main office. In spite of it all, his duty as a shinobi never ceased and being a citizen of Konoha meant that he had to uphold his duties; ex-ronin or not.

What came afterwards wasn’t so pleasant. Not that it was unagreeable, just not preferred. An assignment with Inuzuka Kiba. But, an assignment was an assignment after all, and any objections to higher command meant threats of dismissal... again.

Silently, Sasuke took the scroll with him and went to seek Kiba in one of the other lower floors, hoping he was there to complete re-introductions and wishing both can go on their way by sunset. 

[sociieties]

@kyugens: [ TOWEL ] kibaneji

beautiful as it may be, his hair only proved to be a hassle when wet, long strands sticking to all his bare skin and when water escapes stray stands, it only rolls down bare torso to meet the fabric of pants him. generally annoying, but it's something he's gotten over long ago. his hair's already hidden within a towel when kiba approaches him from behind, neji feeling the weight of the bed shift as kiba kneels of it.

" kiba... " any thought afterwards soon after disappear as kiba takes the towel from his head. white eyes close at the sensation of gentle fingers comb though and untangle whatever knots he came across. for kiba to go through his hair in sections, drying still damp hair as best he could with the towel and neji simply lets him. if anything, he wonders how long kiba actually knew how to tend to long hair / knew that caring for short hair wasn't even close to the same as someone with such a length like himself and decides to chalk it up to all the times kiba had watched him do it himself.

even if that was the case, kiba's still much more gentle than expected and that's where neji decides to stop thinking. with now crossed arms, hyuuga lets out a satisfied breath before allowing himself to lean into lover, eyes blinking open as he stares up at the other, watching as long strands fall from previously working fingers. " hi. "

[claysplosion]

“ if it isn’t the kazekage - sama. ” sharp as ever — deidara hadn’t even used his clay birds to sneak into sunagakure this time. he’s not too worried ; even if gaara’s sand manages to tear him apart, the edo tensei will simply put deidara back together again. it is inconvenient, however, given deidara’s not here to fight. he merely came to pay his respects to sasori.

“ seriously, what is it with you people i’ve killed and refusing to stay dead, hmm? ” though according to old man ōnoki, sasuke uchiha never died in the first place.     /     @kyugens​

[sociietiesarc]

sleeping bodies and dead ones are the same to nagato. bodies / unmoving / empty and move the same. to him, dead bodies are sleeping bodies and both sleep and wake whenever they feel like it. they look like nothing and everything and nagato can’t remember the last time he’d seen a dead body and thought it dead / the last time a sleeping body looked sleeping. but this — there’s few differences — but this. the way itachi’s body had been mangled couldn’t be considered anything less than disrespectful. cut skin / chunks of flesh removed / eyes missing and while nagato isn’t an uchiha like him, he knows how important something like that is. was. he wasn’t particularly close to itachi, but he knew enough of what the other wanted to question if this was worth it. to die before his goal was achieved / this is not itachi. he’s not done / they’re not done / nagato stands over abandoned body and as itachi does nothing but lay there, he summons the king of hell. while itachi isn’t one of his previous, past paths, nor was he a body that had become this way because of nagato, he can still fix it. he can still fix it. fix the broken, mangled body because it’s the least nagato can do. he feeds dead uchiha to the king / places body in mouth because itachi at least deserves to rest in his death with a body that wasn’t left outside with pieces missing. but nagato, alone and lonely, should know better than to call back a soul from hell — he ruins everything he touches; his parents, yahiko, konan, his home. his village. jiraiya. the akatsuki. everything nagato touches lives and dies / dies and lives / everything changes and every time he touches something, there’s more life slipping through his fingers like sand. this time, it’s itachi. this time, it’s hell-bound soul being brought back into restored body as the king of hell eventually cracks it’s jaw open to allow the other to spill out onto the ground before uzumaki feet. the king disappears after that, leaving nagato and itachi alone, both alive and both whole. / @kyugens liked.

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* @kyugens​ naruto muse starter ( fuu & gaara ).

❝ Yahoo Yahoo ! ❞ Should she really be dancing around barefoot in the hot sand? Perhaps not but, life was short so why not do something as odd as what she does in that very moment? She turns abruptly, squinting before smiling and waving with both hands, high in the air above her head. ❝ Hey! I see you! ❞

[movedfistsbled]

what    if    gaara    wanted    two    (  2  )   friends??                              @kyugens

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@kyugens​  // for kiba 

                   “...Ah...Kiba...” 

         Saburo squinted over the head of the massive dog that was currently barring him from doing his current job. The teen squinted at  He held the package up over his head, attention dropping back to the ninken. 

                   “This package is fragile and it’s for your mom. Could you, please?...” Saburo didn’t mind having the ninken barring his way--really. He usually gave letters to whichever dog was sitting out front. But... he didn’t know Akamaru quite as well as the other two ninken usually at the Inuzuka gate. 

                    “...Did Souma bring you your letter? He said he would-- but... well, he’s scared of the dogs so...”