#longlastinggate

[broken-support]

"So, is there a reason you're crying over some straw in the rain?"

“I’d like to see you come up with a good metaphor on the spot!”

He’s not pouting. He’s not, really, peaceful revolutionary leaders don’t pout.

[ofjinchuuriki]

Pale arms lock around her waist as a giggle leaves Nagato's mouth. A couple seconds before he looks up to see her face, Konoha wind blowing his scarlet locks around, revealing the violet of his eyes twinkling above his large smile. "Kushina! Look at how nice it is today! Let's go look at the flowers in the park!"

                         A gentle smile curled the edges of her rosy lips as Kushina looked down at the younger boy. She only recently became a genin, and therefore her free time had been awfully scarce, which led to her not seeing the young boy as much as she wished to. However, since she had just returned from a mission she doubt there would be anything to interrupt a much deserved moment of peace, and the young kunoichi found in his amiable smiles and innocent demeanor a source of great relief for all the stress she had so bravely endured.

                       ❝Yosh! Let’s go Nagato, maybe we can even buy some ramen in our way back dattebane!❞

[oilsage-blog]

“There’s so much blood.” //Sensei love hiiiiim!!

@longlastinggate​

                   【 Indeed there was, and he was not a medical ninja by any means. At first, Jiraiya believed that Nagato was the one who was injured but after closer inspection it was not. But then, where did the blood come from? ❝Nᴀɢᴀᴛᴏ...ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ﹖❞ 】

[sequaciious-blog]

°o.O @longlastinggate | Liked this X. O.o°

๑         Mito hummed softly, treading the broken landscape carefully, the ruins of of her home that used to lay beautifully here. Her heart ached seeing the ruins, the bodies of her people scattered about the plain. Although her features held no true emotions, the woman was dying once more on the inside. Just like when Hashirama had passed. She took a deep yet wavered breath, held it, then released it. Allowing few tears to fall before she had notice that one soul... That one soul that she had sensed..              Hope filled the woman some, she sense own of her own somewhere. But where? She followed the faint signature. Carefully calculating where this person would be. Calling out: “If you can hear me, say something, anything! I need to know where you are!” Her voice carried across the broke land, pleas were held in her voice as she scanned the area, “Please..”

[broken-support]

Nagato walks into the base, beaming as he holds a brand new bright red stocking in his hands. "Yahiko!" He calls out as he runs over to him. "I made this for you!" He hands him the stocking, his name, Yahiko, written in bright yellow glitter on the top. It's obvious Nagato spent a lot of time making it perfect since it looks nothing like his handwriting. "I hope you like it!!"

“Nani?”

He takes it before he even realizes just what it is he’s taking, brow creased in surprise and still lingering sleep from a restless nap. It’s soft in his grip, held lightly in hand as a yawn and a stretch overtakes him, “You didn’t have to get me anything, Nagato…”

It’s only after he blinks a bit and actually takes a look at the stocking that he truly appreciates the gift- an appreciation he shows with a wide smile and an arm wrapped around his best friend’s shoulders in a loose hug.

“Thanks, Nagato.”

[byxkugou-a-blog]

::(X) :: @longlastinggate ::

“Apparently everyone’s obsessed with me because of my eyes.”

♪ ♫ ♪ ~         “Interesting.. I suppose..”

[harunochii]

@longlastinggate continued.

Nagato couldn’t quit grinning as he placed the ornaments on the tree. As the taller of the two he was tasked with placing them on the top of the tree while Sakura tackled the bottom portion of it. He looked down and grinned as he had been the whole time.

“Hey, Sakura, would you like to put the star on the tree with me?”

             “Sure, I’d love to.” she said candidly. Sakura had just about finished hooking the last couple ornaments from the box onto the pine tree. From her seated position she stretched an arm out to reach for another cardboard box and rummaged inside of it in search of the last piece. “Here, Nagato. Why don’t you place it on top?" she suggested upon standing. "You are taller than me, after all,” She held the shining golden star before them for him to see.

[sinaesthesias]

me: thinks about karin dying. me thinks about nagato/pein using karin’s body as a path.