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[daybreakrising]

@lunaekage liked for a starter | Kawarama & Tobirama

Tobirama had always been the brother he was least closest to - Hashirama was first, followed by Itama - but that didn't mean he hadn't always admired and respected him. Did he always agree with his views or actions? Of course not. Above anything else, they were brothers, and brothers definitely did not always see eye to eye.

And he wanted it to stay that way. He didn't want any pity from his brothers, no guilt, nothing that gave away the blame or the anger they felt towards his situation. He wanted to butt heads with Tobirama just as they always had, as if nothing had changed. Because, where it mattered, nothing had changed.

"Your form is off." He remarked, having awkwardly wheeled himself to where his elder brother was running drills, keeping himself in top fighting form as always. It was a lie, of course. Tobirama's form was never off, but Kawarama always liked to poke at him. See? Nothing's changed.

[asaraltu]

@lunaekage​ -- ;

He should’ve known that it would’ve concluded in such a way, this his frenzied attempts at revenge against Konoha and Hashirama would’ve ended badly. By Mito’s intervention several battles in was the demon fox stolen from his arsenal, sealed within her while Hashirama had been the one to subdue him for good with fuinjutsu designed by his wife that effective shuttered his chakra and made casting jutsu impossible. He couldn’t even sense, a plight worse than the birth defect he’d inherited to an exaggerated degree from his mother’s clan despite not possessing their dojutsu. Within the darkness, Madara simmered wrathfully, hatred cresting his psyche that threatened to manifest in more brutal, primal ways; such as when he’d devoured the flesh from Hashirama’s arm he had no doubt healed by he present time. 

Madara’s hackles rose when his paltry, human sixth sense perceived someone else coming within the dungeon he was caged within, lips pulled back in an acerbic snarl. 

“You. What, come to indulge in some freakish self-masturbation over your righteousness?”

[ofastereae]

@lunaekage​​ whispered: " you know, i don't believe you've ever given me an official tour of your shop. i'd like to have one, if you're willing to show me. " (neji to tenten! :> )

               the request causes her heart to skip a beat in her chest, an unusual but not unwelcome fluttering that sets her head spinning for a moment.  strange, how it feels so similar to the way her world tilts whenever she saw blood pouring out of battle wounds but also somehow manages to feel warm and safe at the same time.  her steely gaze sweeps her teammates face like she’s searching for the hidden meaning behind his words, because in truth it’s difficult to believe anyone would find her new career path interesting and neji...  

              he’s never been once to mince words, has he? 

              her shop is yet to become anything particularly impressive.  a little shack nestled between much bigger stores.  it belonged to her grandfather once, rented out to someone who sold jewelry for several years before ownership passed from her father to herself.  it’s fitted with a forge and all the necessary tools for smithing, but her stock is somewhat barren.  she’s been almost too embarrassed to show anyone, her head down as she toils away at making it look presentable, but her immense trust in him overrides that fear.  at least long enough for her to nod in agreement.

              a hand extends towards him in extension of that trust, eyes flickering down towards it as if to draw his attention to the fact that she wants him to take it.  is it unbecoming of a kunoichi to indulge in such desires?  perhaps.  but tenten isn’t properly a kunoichi anymore, is she?  and that leaves her with the freedom to seek comfort in physical touch as she pleases.  so with that in mind, she desperately hopes he understands and takes her hand.   ❝ you know... ❞

              she heaves in a breath of air, the statement left lingering the same way her hand does.  her expression softens somewhat, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips the way it used to when she was about to laugh and laugh and laugh.  it holds a weary quality, too.  ❝ part of me was afraid you’d disapprove.  of me... retiring and all.  and i’ve been trying to convince myself that it would be okay even if you didn’t, but i’m still not so sure. ❞

[kyousei-archive]

     ❝I don’t remember our class being as... loud as the ones now.❞ Assisting Iruka-sensei at the Academy had come with many more struggles than Shino had been expecting -- namely, the rambunctious children that couldn’t stop teasing their teacher’s assistant...

     ❝Perhaps the reason is because it was mostly Naruto with us.❞

          // @lunaekage​ // shikamaru

[daybreakrising]

@lunaekage liked for a starter | Shikamaru & Hidan

"Oi. OI! I know you're up there you piece of shit!"

It was difficult to determine whether the small pocket of air that permitted Hidan to remain his usual vocal self was a blessing or a curse. He definitely preferred it to having a mouth full of dirt. It was bad enough that he could smell the earth that surrounded him. He didn't want to taste it, too.

And, at least this way, he could still attempt to be the biggest pain in the ass to the man who had trapped him here. When he deigned to show up, of course. Hidan knew he would - he had to check he was still here, right? That he hadn't somehow found his way out of the hole (which was a plan he was still working on. He'd get there eventually).

"I can sense losers from a mile away!"

[murasakiirohana]

@lunaekage asked:

"so i may have lost the gift i got for you in the river. long story short i had it in my pocket, i fell into the river, blah blah." shikamaru awkwardly rubs the back of his neck. "and yanno, your birthday is tomorrow, and usually i try to avoid whatever scheme i'm sure you've cooked up for that but it's a little too late to get a new one sooo...figured i could...i dunno. you like shopping don't you? i could go with you to," he waves his hand about vaguely, "do that." ( ino gets a birthday ask! <3 )

    Ino raised an eyebrow as she wondered if the gift that met its untimely demise in the river had ever existed, but any bit of desire to probe further about her suspicion was squashed as she heard his offer. She was tempted to ask him to repeat it given the rarity of the statement, however, pushing it may result in the loss of the offer altogether and she wasn’t one to squander an opportunity. 

   The blonde let a grin appear on her face as she moves to stand beside him, already ready to drag him along whatever idea popped into her head. Luckily for him, or unlucky perhaps, she wasn’t about to waste such an offer when half the day was already gone today. She would mostly certainly save it for tomorrow. Besides, she had already been searching for him to take him out to dinner.

    “How about this--- I treat you to dinner tonight since you’re the birthday guy today--- and of course Chouji will be there do not fear--- then tomorrow I’ll bring the both of you along to shop so you don’t have to suffer on your lonesome, hmm?” It was posed as a question, but both knew it was nothing of the sort, especially with the blonde already tugging him along to a certain barbeque place. 

The Yamanaka was already planning out tomorrow in her head. 

[salecabxt]

‘ you’ve got a good heart. ’ ( from hana ! :> )

𝑹𝑷 𝑴𝑬𝑴𝑬 :   SIX THE MUSICAL PT. 1

@lunaekage

“do i?” he snickers a bit. it’s been a while since hana and him got anytime to themselves, just the two of them and the dogs. she’s been such a fixed point throughout his life, it’s... weird seeing them grow up.

they’re sitting on the rooftop of the family house. mom’s out. he’s sitting with his long awkward legs tucked against him, playing with some gravel left around the tiles. he doesn’t look at her. since the war, for some reason, it’s harder to look at people. it’s maybe why he spends so much time at the inuzuka kennels. 

it’s hard coming back from something where you saw loss and heartbreak and blood and pain and pretend the world doesn’t feel different; like you don’t feel different. everyone seems on the same page about it and he can’t help but wonder if it’s really the only way to heal from this. 

at night, when his dreams are an agitated ocean instead of a calm river, he pictures himself back on the battlefield and sees himself save everyone. somehow. but he wakes up and everything is the same; everyone is still dead, kurenai’s kid is still fatherless, hinata’s family is still mourning, ino and shikamaru are both mourning a dad that, like his, will never come home. 

he hasn’t had to lose anyone. and it feels wrong to be grateful for it, when everyone else did.

“you know,” he says, quiet, falling back on akamaru who is lying down behind him. “i’m not so sure i do anymore.” 

[asaraltu]

" i made a hard decision back there, and i stand by it." (From tobirama 😎😎 !!!)

"Fuck that, I'm not going to lose them, too!"

By them, of course he meant his Hyuga relatives. His cousin, Daisuke, had been deployed with a unit in a recent scuffle against a particularly powerful, unassimilated clan that had rebuffed all their invitations to join so far... not that Madara cared. That was Hashirama's ambition, not his. The man was supposed to be grateful that the Uchiha of Uchinada meant the Hyuga and Chinoike, and the Fuma among a handful of other clans both cadet branches and vassals to their own. That was all he owed to this damn Leaf, and now, it owed him the necessity of saving that family. He'd already lost his uncle just a handful of years ago, and that even account for Izuna's loss, either.

Gritting his teeth, though Tobirama was their team's commander, he didn't give a shit how insubordinate he was being. Grabbing his gunbai and kusarigama, he cast a glare at the Senju.

"I'm not returning until my cousin and his platoon return safe. Leave without me, I don't give a shit!"