#shattered--light

[kindandgentleolderbrother]

Naruto almost face planted into the desk he was writing a report when the door opened, he was sleeping over. The teen yawned softly as he looked over to the eldest son of the Uchiha clan. “Welcome back, Itachi…” Naruto greeted. “Sasuke is already sleeping…tried his best to wait for you...” He mumbled pointing out cold child. “Just trying to finish this report…How was your mission?” ((Au where Itachi and Naruto are the same age?? And friends?? And Naruto helps babysit Sasuke sometimes...))

It was almost eleven thirty at night at night when Itachi was spotted walking down the hallway that led to the Hokage’s office,when the Uchiha finally arrived at the office he quietly opened the door peeking inside to see that Naruto was still sitting at the desk probably working on a report.Itachi was going to give his friend a few more minutes to finish up what he was doing before stepping inside but when he heard the blonde welcome him home he didn’t hesitate on stepping inside the office.As Itachi approached the desk with a scroll in his hand he heard the Hokage explain that Sasuke tried his best to wait up for him to return and asked how his mission went.”It went alright…I had a few step backs here and there but other then that the mission was a success.”he explained while sitting the scroll that had a more discripted details on how his mission had went.Slowly the Uchiha’s eyes drifted towards the sleeping form of his younger brother who was sleeping peacfully on the couch at the otherside of the room.Itachi smiled gently at Sasuke before turning back to look at Naruto again.”Thanks…again for looking after Sasuke while I was gone.”he said with a smile.”I hope he wasn’t any trouble?”

[familiasworn]

shattered--light replied to your post:;;Be Happy

// Whelp. I DIDNT NEED MY HEART ANYWAY -rolls away into the abyss- NOPE NOT AT ALL.

I didn’t either apparently. I’m going to bed in five minutes...>u>;;;;;

[uchiha-snake-blog]

Wake Up

@shattered--light

A surprised yelp left him as he was sent flying. He let out a pained groan when he was finally stopped by hitting something with his back. “Wh-What the hell was that for, baka?!” Sasuke yelled after the blonde as he sat himself up, not sure why Naruto would throw him off like that.

[yellow-yondaime]

from here

Minato waited until the little ball of fur and feathers had landed safely before setting down the bowl and reaching up with his other hand to inspect the paint smears on the little creature, touch gentle and firm.

“You know he’s right,” he told the little wolpertinger.  “If this dries on you, it will be even more of a mess to get off and it might stick your feathers together.”  Gentle he rubbed the fur of the animal’s cheeks while he spoke.  Then he looked down at his son.

“I thought I would make pancakes for lunch.  We can add jam to them and powdered sugar if you want.  I’ve got lemon cake in the oven cooking.  Your mother’s old recipe.”

Lowering his hand, he offered the little orange companion back to his son.

“No sassing,” he warned the wolpertinger.  “My son is right.  Let him take care of you.”  He offered both of them a smile.  “And when you’re done, we’ll have lunch!”

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[yellow-yondaime]

"Daddy! Asha being mean." Narumi pouted softly helplessly watching the wolpertinger whom was currently flying around. The boy was trying to bathe her after she had gotten in his painting supplies. "I can't catch her..." He huffed softly too short to reach the small orange furred, blue eyes, winged, horned bunny. Everyone had a wolpertinger companion except Asha, the daughter of his parent's wolpertingers' was not very good as listening, sassy and bossy to him.//Thought you might enjoy this AU

Minato glanced up, pausing his stirring as he caught sight of first his son and then his son’s wizzing companion.  Minato’s own wolpertinger was currently on the kitchen counter, all dignity - if you didn’t count the parsley sprig sticking out of its mouth or the measuring spoon it had hanging from one onxy horn.  Whistling softly, Minato held up his wrist, hand in a loose fist for the small fluttering ball of orange that had followed his son into the kitchen.

“What’s Asha done, Narumi?”

[yellow-yondaime]

“BRUISES?”

Send me “bruises?” for my muse’s reaction to yours catching them secretly tending to their wounds.

If he goes to the clinic it will be hours before they’re satisfied and release him and all he really wants is his own bed and a few hours of sleep before he hads to be up again and at the office.  Being hokage means taking assignments that are too ugly for anyone else.  It means taking responsibility for that kind of work personally.  It means protecting the hearts of the people that serve you as much as they serve Konoha.  Minato does the dark work because he can - and because it’s his duty as the leader of the village. 

No one stains their souls when his is capable of absorbing it instead.

He’d thought he’d been quiet when he’d come in, slipping through the bathroom window and closing the bathroom door before breaking into the first aid kit to try to stop the worst of the blood flow and patch himself up enough for that sleep his body so desperately craves.  His son was due back from his own mission tonight and Minato had sensed his chakra in the bedroom.  Been relieved to find his son back and sleeping he presumed.  His son... his son had enough expected of him.  Jinchuriki and hokage’s child - the older he grew, the more he shouldered the darkness as well.  It wasn’t what Minato would have wished but -

He should have known better though and he wasn’t entirely surprised when the door clicked and opened to reveal a son that wasn’t as sleep blurred and newly woken as Minato would have hoped.

Waiting up for each other was a bad habit.  And a hard one to break.  Minato offered a small, tight smile, tired and apologetic and yet - despite his previous wishing, still glad to see his son even if he knew he should prefer him in bed and asleep.  Instead, he murmured:

“Get the one on my shoulder blade in the back?  I can’t reach it to glue it together.”

[yellow-yondaime]

❛ BRUSH ❜

send me ❛ brush ❜ for my character’s reaction to your character running their fingers through my character’s hair.

He’s buried deep in books and papers and his third - or is it fourth? - cup of tea has long since gone cold.  There’s a headache building behind his eyebrows, one of those sore spots that’s currently only a vague throb and the tension between his shoulders is hardening muscle there again.  He’s looking at a mess and it’s a mess that’s apparently gone on for quite a while until someone caught it and brought it to his attention.  Long messes are always the hardest to clean up and, while Minato’s finally got an inkling of how to go about fixing this one, finally, it’s going to be an all night struggle to make sure he untangles it completely and properly, without any loose ends to come back and knot up again.

And then he feels the brush through his hair and for a second, as he lifts his head automatically he thinks it’s his wife’s fingers, soft smile already touching his lips, half apology for being distracted on his lips -

but his wife is dead.  For ... years now and when he looks up its into blue worried eyes instead of lavender ones.  The smile shifts, changes - but not by much.  It’s still soft and apologetic, even if it goes a little more wry and easier for his son.  For just a moment though he tips his head, keeps his hair under those long fingers, recognizing the affection and needing it, appreciating it, soaking it in.

“Sorry,” a low apology, humor tinged.  His son knows what his work is like.  “Was I grumbling under my breath again?”

[shannawhore]

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Legit so true tho omg

I PROMISE TO GET AT LEAST TWO OF OUR RPS DONE TODAY GDI