Warnings: kyodai-baka, bad jokes, potential ooc ahead (I’ve only seen up to s4 part 1, so forgive me if I get and of characterizations wrong! I appreciate constructive criticism, so please, don’t hesitate if something seems off!)
Disclaimer: 1) I don’t own any of the haikyuu boys -no matter how much I may want to; 2) please note that the original “Bro Bro Radio” series alluded to in this pilot -and for which this spin-off was made- was created by @sosugasweet. 3) I did use discord and puppeteered all of the bots in this particular episode, but I will include credit for those who may join in/help in future “streams”; 4) The logo and fake youtube/haikyuu!!tube pages were made with logomakr and fakedetail respectively (links in names), so credit and thanks to those two sites as well! I only did minimal editing to change the color to suit its name ;)
And finally: 5) all images came from the original anime series.
Special Thanks: to @sosugasweet for creating BBR and letting me join in the fun, as well as giving me free reign to run with this! (Make sure to go check it out if you haven’t already!) And of course, to @akaashichigo and the rest of the cheese cult/server for giving my this brain-baby!
Summary: The sisters of Nekoma and Karasuno hold a video sleepover and talk. Saeko, after a previous sleepover, decides to record their video call and post it on Haikyuu!!tube later without anyone the wiser. Along the way, an idea is born... will it see fruition? Only the viewers may know...
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Main Characters: Tanaka Saeko, Haiba Alisa, Hinata Natsu, Yamamoto Akane
Bonus!: Nekoma Boys ;)
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(Continuation, similar to Bro Bro Radio, will be open to participation in the Cheese Cult!)
i dreamed it all ever since i was young // congratulations ; post malone
[ namjoon/yoongi ]
the train rattles along, and namjoon’s asleep, his head resting on yoongi’s shoulder.
“hey,” yoongi says, nudging namjoon awake. “our station is next.” namjoon yawns and sits up. his eyes are puffy with exhaustion and yoongi knows if he were to look in a mirror he’d be sporting matching bruised eyes.
they get off at their station and slowly make their way back to their dorms. namjoon walks out of habit, his eyes dropping closed every so often, his head jerking as he tries to stay awake.
yoongi pulls his facemask down. “want to get some dinner?”
namjoon yawns again and nods.
they walk into the next convenience store they pass, and yoongi fishes out his slim wallet. he pushes the thought of warm, fatty pork belly and crisped kimchi fried rice out of his head and picks up a microwavable soup bowl.
namjoon is still standing behind him. “hey hyung,” he says, and yoongi already knows what namjoon’s going to say in that sheepish, apologetic tone that he’s gotten so used to in the last year.
“you forgot your wallet, huh?”
namjoon gives him an embarrassed little smile and rubs his neck. “ha, yeah. i must have left it in the studio.”
yoongi doesn’t say anything, but reaches into his worn wallet and hands namjoon a couple of bills. “buy a fruit,” yoongi instructs.
namjoon thanks him and shuffles off in the direction of the instant ramen.
they pay for their food and sit at the high counter, namjoon with his ramen and cling-wrapped apple, yoongi with his miso soup.
“want some?” namjoon says around a mouth full of noodles. yoongi sticks his chopsticks in the cup and pulls out some noodles, melted cheese sticking to the strands.
“ugh, why do you put cheese in your noodles,” he says, wrinkling his nose at the sight. namjoon’s eyes widen. “cheese is perfect with ramen, hyung.”
yoongi shakes his head. “want some soup?”
namjoon nods and opens his mouth wide.
“what are you, a baby? feed yourself.” he pushes the bowl towards namjoon, a little too roughly. his face is warm all of a sudden and he presses his cold hands against his cheeks.
namjoon shrugs and holds the bowl up to his lips, sipping the hot soup slowly.
“thanks again for dinner, hyung,” namjoon says when they’re back in their dorm, lying on their shitty couch. he squeezes yoongi’s shoulder. yoongi scoffs and knocks namjoon’s cap off his head. “how can you forget your wallet, honestly. you’re a grown-ass man.”
namjoon laughs. “technically i’m still eighteen,” he points out. yoongi makes a face. “still eighteen? you’re old enough to be in the military.”
“old enough to do a lot of things,” namjoon says mildly, and yoongi doesn’t know how to respond to that.
later, he can’t fall asleep, especially not while lying in the bunk above namjoon. he listens to namjoon’s deep, even breaths, punctuated with low snores, and there’s a strange warmth in his chest.
Notes: If you want to find it on Fanfiction.net, feel free. The Link’s below. I’ll probably try posting it to AO3 as well, later, but I’ve got to figure out how to use it first. Anyway, I got stuck again and decided to go through the entire chapter again, so...yeah. I’m going to be going through these and self-editing to remind myself of writing style. Honestly, I meant to post something else, but.... too many Muses stuck in my brain.
The Art of Motivation
Fandom: Naruto
Summary: The latest of Naruto!AU’s by Hakuei Shirei: Featuring a strange child, a broody avenger, an unpredictable knucklehead, their Sensei, and the everyday crazy that is Team Seven.
Characters: Team 7, Hatake Kakashi, Uzumaki Naruto, Uchiha Sasuke, OC
Iruka-sensei would be calling his name at any minute, and then he would know…
Was he going to be on the same team as Sakura-chan???!
Naruto bounced in his seat, ignoring the brooding raven-haired, self-proclaimed avenger beside him. Neither of them wanted to think about the earlier 'incident', and though it was too late to switch seats, that didn't mean they couldn't put as much distance between themselves as possible.
Still, several teams had been called and grouped, and the 7th was only now being revealed to the class.
"...Team Seven: Tsukino Kohaku, Uzumaki Naruto, and Uchiha Sasuke-"
"WHAT?!" the blonde cried out, half yelping and yelling. Sasuke?! He was teamed with Sasuke!? And there wasn't even a girl on their team! He was stuck with the creepy kid and the bastard!
(Somewhere near the back of the room, a sleepy looking dark haired brunette sniffed awkwardly, somehow managing to resist the sudden urge they had to sneeze.)
"Iruka-sensei!" He exclaimed, eyes half pleading, half indignant, "Why does an outstanding shinobi like me have to be on the same team as that bastard over there?!" he demanded, more riled up by the fact that Sasuke was on his team than the rather gloomy and sleep-deprived looking kid that always sat somewhere near the back of the classroom and always seemed to leave as soon as they were dismissed.
Of course, it would've been Awesome if he'd’ve been able to have Sakura-chan on his team (actually, scratch that, Sakura was way better than that Sasuke-bastard! ...And he really, kinda-sorta...maybe sort-of-didn't-mind being on the same team as the gloomy looking kid. If only they could just get rid of that stupid bastard!
In front of the chalkboard, Iruka withheld a sigh. As much as he loved the whiskered prankster like a brother, there were just times when the kid was such a brat that he wondered. Still, he tried to be patient, Naruto could be a bit slow at times after all. "Sasuke's grades were the best of all 27 graduates, Naruto. You were dead last. You do understand we have to do this to balance the teams, right?" He pointed out calmly, not really expecting much of a response from the blonde.
"Hn, just don't get in my way… Dobe." Sasuke nearly sneered, instead just telling the hyperactive knucklehead the one thing.
There was no way he'd ever let anyone get in his way. He'd get his revenge one day -and if the other dragged him down? Well… He was an avenger for a reason, and he'd stop at nothing to get the bastard that'd had the gall to massacre his entire family and think he could get away with it.
"What did you call me?!" Naruto bristled, turning to glare at the noirette as he slammed both hands on the desk. Between the two, similarly to Yamanaka Ino, Haruno Sakura was mourning the fact that she'd lost her biggest chance of getting closer to her precious Sasuke-kun, turning to glare at the blonde with annoyance as her aggravation hit a new high.
"Shut up, Naruto!" The pink haired genin yelled, far too upset with the fact that she hadn't gotten to be on Sasuke's team...though at least Ino-pig or some other girl hadn't ended up being on the noirette's team either. That was the girl’s only consolation as she fought back tears of disappointment, refusing to sulk as she took her misplaced anger out on the blonde knucklehead beside her -even as Naruto tried to defend against the red-wearing girl that he had a crush on without hurting her.
Iruka sighed. Hopefully everything would work out. Especially with Naruto. Taking another breath to fortify the remaining patience he had left, he spoke again, completing the list of potential Genin Teams before setting the class free for lunch. "We'll be introducing your Jounin-sensei after break, so don't be late!" The Chuunin-sensei warned, shooting a disapproving look at the squabbling -though thankfully no longer fighting- duo in front of him.
Trying not to sigh as most of the group scattered, he shook his head and left. He hadn't been able to pack a lunch today due to all the events that'd occurred in the past few days. He had been planning to restock his fridge the day after Mizuki's little Midnight Betrayal, after all. But with his own injury impeding him and the Hokage calling him in along with the desk-work he did after and between class days, the Chuunin had unfortunately been far too busy to remember until he'd found his fridge all but empty that morning. Hopefully there wouldn't be too long a line at the restaurant not too far from the Academy and he could get a bento to go in case any of the students had any questions before break ended.
Letting one of his fellow Chuunin teachers know that he was heading out (and thus ending up with quite a few orders from some of the others that either hadn't bothered, were too lazy, or had -not so conveniently- 'forgotten' to bring their lunches once again), the brunette made his way to the closest restaurant that sold the most decent to-go Bento that he knew of.
Meanwhile, as the newly minted Genin separated (or grouped up, as the case may be), Naruto made his way up to the roof to devour the packaged bread that was his lunch for the day, trying to decide what to do as he polished off his meal. Having escaped the classroom that had begun to fill with the chatter of new teammates (just as Sasuke had -if only to escape his Kami-damned fan-girls), the youth remained unaware of the figure that had slowly stood from their seat, taking their sweet time to stretch before bothering to look around with dull, slit-pupiled eyes that, along with their owner, seemed perpetually tired and apathetic.
Not finding the two that were the lethargic looking genin's new teammates, said preteen resisted the urge to sigh and sat back down in their seat. Mentally shrugging, the dark-haired brunette took their time to unwrap the home-made bento that they’d brought, deciding not to waste the time it would take to find the two far more infamous students who had clearly not understood that the lunch was meant for the newly minted Genin Teams to get to know their new partners.
The preteen, wearing charcoal black pants over navy blue shinobi sandals and a long-sleeved black ninja shirt with wire under-armor netting -that revealed a thin midriff and shoulders- didn't even bother to look at the three other bento that sat beside them on the seat that, more often than not, remained empty.
There would be a chance to pass them on later if either of the other orphans were interested -along with the Jounin-sensei that would be taking said genin under their wing. The amber-eyed brunette had only made the extra's out of politeness after all, and if none of them wanted one that would just mean less cooking for the brunette to do -at least for the next meal or two. It wasn't like their guardian would be back in the next few days unless they finished a mission early, after all.
Besides, Kohaku didn’t really like socializing very much. It was difficult to tell whether something said was offensive or not at times, even if it wasn’t meant to be. And that was even with all the people-watching the child did when not at home...
Outside, around the Academy Grounds, Naruto (masquerading as Sasuke) interacted with the pinkette that he would soon be seeing far less of for the foreseeable future. Unfortunately for him, he would not only learn of the fact that his beloved Sakura seemed to truly despise him, but also the reason that he'd come to realize that he liked her. Too bad for the blonde that diarrhea caused by the expired milk he'd drunk earlier in the day would end up sending him to the nearest toilet even as the real Sasuke appeared before the pink-haired girl, dismissing said girl until she said something the young avenger considered unforgivable.
Even as said events went on, however, the Hokage continued to show Team 7's soon-to-be Jounin-sensei around the jinchuuriki of the team’s home (a pseudo-attempt to guilt trip the man he still worried about that would -no matter what the ex-AnBu captain said- still work on the socially stunted genius).
Naruto peeked out into the hallway again, impatient to meet the Jounin-sensei who appeared to be running far too late for the blonde's liking. He, Sasuke, and Kohaku were the last three genin to remain. Even Iruka-sensei had already left (the man having waited until the last minute, to the point he'd had to hurry out in order to avoid being late for the desk-job he'd taken at the Hokage’s Tower. As it was, the Chuunin would be cutting it very close, barely making it in time to check himself in).
"Ugh, why is Team 7's Jounin-sensei so damn late?!" The blonde exclaimed at last, all but tearing his shortly cropped hair out of impatience. "All the other teams have gone with their Sensei's, and even Iruka-sensei's gone!" He sulked, not seeming to be aware that his outburst had drawn the attention of the two darker haired genin.
Unfortunately for the blonde, however, both genin seemed to be quite happy to remain quiet and boring, though their reactions and actions towards the blonde seemed to differ. Sasuke being his usual asshole self, while Kohaku…
Well, the toffee-eyed genin seemed to be mute or something since the other hadn't said a single word as far as the blonde could remember, only nodding in acknowledgement when they'd all converged back in the classroom to meet up with their teams. Naruto really wasn't quite sure if the other was really just mute or simply stuck up (though thankfully not as bad as Sasuke if he was).
Still, something about the other genin gave him the heebie-jeebies. Maybe it was the feeling that the other genin was like some kind of cat or other predator to the blonde's senses. The brunette always seemed so detached and uninterested in everything that went on and never seemed to have a single friend as far as the blonde could tell. Not like that bastard Sasuke who seemed to have fans following him around absolutely everywhere, even with his puffed up ego and chicken-butt hair.
In fact, the detached yet somehow curious slit-pupiled eyes (even his eyes were like a cat's! the blonde thought -not quite hysterically, but close enough to a feeling of panic that he had to quash the urge to get as far away from the creeper as he could. Not even Shino and his weird bug-hive body was so creepy! Those Freaking Eyes) on his back made the genin want to shiver. Still, he repressed it, deciding to go through with his prank even as he ignored the itch he felt from the gaze that was boring into the back of his head.
He was sure that Sasuke was watching too, though the noirette was probably doing so with his usual condescending black eyes as the blonde wedged the chalk-iest eraser he could find between the classroom’s sliding door and the wall. Thinking about his prank (simple as it was), he snickered, feeling much better now that he wasn't thinking about annoying or creepy things.
"Heheheh~ That’s what you get for being late!" He grinned, jumping off the table that conveniently sat next to the doorway and making his way back towards his seat with a feeling of pride.
"Che, like a Jounin would fall for such a stupid trap," the killjoy Uchiha muttered, just loud enough to ensure that the words would travel, as Naruto scowled. Kohaku, wearing a dusky, off-white jacket (somewhat reminiscent to the apparently classic Aburame coat) that seemed just a size or two big, seemed to lose interest as the blonde puffed up in response to the bastard's stupid logic.
Before anyone could say anything, however, a pale hand slid the door open, the eraser covering spiky silver hair in white chalk dust before bouncing off as the masked Jounin blinked.
Naruto burst into laughter, pointing at the now white haired Jounin. "You fell for it! You fell for it!" The blonde chanted, too busy laughing to really think about the potential repercussions of his actions.
Sasuke frowned, sweating a little as he wondered at the Jounin's reliability, while Kohaku's face remained as blank as usual, apparently neither amused nor questioning as dark eyes stared.
The Jounin hummed, ignoring Naruto for the moment as he seemingly studied his new students, offering an insincere smile behind the mask he always wore. One that caused his single visible eye to curve into a crescent.
"How can I say this…?" He started at last, "My first impression is… I don't like you guys~" He announced, two out of three members of the new Genin Team sweating in response, even as the last apparently reserved judgement. Ignoring the reactions to his seemingly careless remark, the man led the children (and they were still children, no matter that the law stated they were now legal adults with the hitaeate that adorned their bodies) to the roof.
Kakashi waited for all three genin to take a seat, having long since begun evaluating the trio and noting that they all seemed to be just as reported -with the exception of one Tsukino Kohaku. Who was, for whatever reason, carrying a somewhat bulky bundle. The Hatake's sharp nose couldn't seem to give him much information on the containers that were stacked inside said bundle. Three if he was correct (which, of course, he was quite sure he was). He didn't ask, however, even if he was a little curious about the anomaly.
Naruto's brash curiosity had already revealed that the other wouldn't be answering any questions after all. Even if there was a higher chance that the Jounin-sensei would be answered, unlike the loud blonde that had practically run circles around the Mikazuki heir. Oh, sure, she'd taken her mother's maiden name, but that didn't mean it wasn't still on her file. That wasn't even considering the distinctive markings of the Mikazuki Clan, dark markings under the eyes that could be mistaken for bags if not for the fact that said bags didn't actually exist. Not to mention the slit-pupiled eyes and distinctive shared scent that he recognized from his interactions with others of the clan (though a few had had variants) that had existed until the night of the Kyuubi's attack.
Kakashi refused to think about that night however, the pain, though no longer fresh, still a wound that the Emotionally Stunted Genius hadn't been able to get rid of. In fact, just looking at the son of his previous teacher made his heart twinge, but the Infamous Copy Ninja pushed it aside, even as he specifically avoided looking straight at the bright ball of mischievous sunshine that reminded him so much of those he'd lost.
Shaking the feeling off, he brightened the crescent-eyed smile that he'd been giving the trio for the past few minutes, even Sasuke being unable to help but shift a bit at the supposed awkwardness. The only one that didn't show any sign of discomfort was Kohaku, but if what he suspected of the apathetic seeming preteen was true, the stillness the girl showed only meant that she was taking things seriously.
Honestly, if Kakashi were any other person, he might have been weirded out by the child. As it was, the silver-haired Jounin was only slightly discomfited. After all, knowing was one thing, being right there to observe it himself…
Well, Kakashi might have admitted that even he felt a little uncomfortable by the gaze that was concentrated so strongly on his person, if only to himself. All the observations he'd had of the trio he'd made during the several hours he'd made the trio wait (all the while reading his precious Icha Icha, of course) had coincided with the files he'd been given on the three.
The Uchiha worried him of course, especially with the preteen's mentality (something that was apparently up to the equally emotionally stunted Jounin to handle, no matter that it was just a Terrible Idea all around). The self-sufficient little brunette that looked more like she might have been just another shinobi rather than a kunoichi like she actually was (something that anyone with discerning or sharp senses could -and should- have noticed), on the other hand, seemed not to care that her teammates had apparently decided she was male. Not at all bothered by the apparent lack of femininity that graced the child.
Then again, the girl, at least, seemed to be far more logical as well as being much calmer than the two boys on the team if the fact that she'd kept herself further back yet still somewhat in the middle of the last Uchiha and the rambunctious blonde was anything to go by. She hadn't said a single word so far, but Kakashi was sure that she wasn't mute…
Well, almost completely sure, anyway.
Clapping his hands together to ensure the trio's attention was still on him (which, of course, it already had been, even as he’d continued to simply draw the awkward silence out during his musings), Kakashi beamed once more. "Well then! Why don't we start with introductions from you kids, hmm~?"
Dark eyes watched the Jounin with wary, narrow eyes. "...What do you want to know…?" He asked, still suspicious of the Jounin they'd gotten assigned as their team leader.
"How about your likes, dislikes, dreams for the future and things like that?" He hummed, purposely acting the way he was to further mislead the trio that just might possibly become his new Genin Team. (As much as it hurt to be so close to the blonde, it wasn't like he'd accept letting another Jounin teach the Yondaime's legacy, after all. Hypocritical as it may be.)
Even as he spoke the blonde squinted at him, as if staring hard enough would give him all the answers. Crossing his legs and supporting himself with his arms, he leaned in to speak. "Hey-hey! Why don't you introduce yourself to us first?!" He all but demanded, the noirette beside him approving of the dead-last's tactics for once.
Nodding, Sasuke continued to watch the Jounin suspiciously, sitting on the other side of the strange brunette that he'd all but dismissed already. At the very least the other wouldn't be as bad, considering that they at least wouldn't be dragging him down like the blonde would. On the other hand, the other could still do so if he was as average as the noirette believed due to having no real recollection of the slit-pupiled brunette… Better to believe they’d both just drag him down, if there was no proof otherwise.
"Oh, me~?" The silver haired Jounin mused, "Well, my name is Hatake Kakashi," he began. "I have no desire to tell you my likes and dislikes," he continued, seeming to think for a moment before continuing on, purposely leaving information out. If the trio had really done their homework, they would have known who he was already. But from what he could see, the only one that might have any prior knowledge about him -or any of the other more well-known Konoha Ninja- was Tsukino Kohaku. Especially considering who the child's guardian was -but he was getting off track. Continuing on, he went on to give the trio blank answers that would at the same time inform them of just what he wanted them to list when it came their turn. "Dreams for the future…" He hummed noncommittally before finishing up with a just as anticlimactic: "I have a lot of hobbies."
Seated in a loose but uneven ring, the trio shared a glance. Two dubious and unimpressed, and one just as unimpressed and blank if the look on their face was any indication.
"In the end he didn't really tell us anything but his name, did he…?" Naruto muttered, even Sasuke nodding in agreement -and disgruntlement- as toffee-colored eyes flickered between their fellow genin and the Jounin.
"Saa, now for you. Why don't we start from the right?" the masked Shinobi suggested. The two boys shared a glance, the last member of the three-member team being more focused on their new Sensei, even if they still paid attention to the blonde that shifted his hitaeate in what appeared to be preparation for his introduction.
"Yosh! My name's Uzumaki Naruto! I like Cup Ramen," he started, grinning at man. "What I like even more than that, though, is when Iruka-sensei pays for my Ramen! I don't like waiting the three minutes for Ramen to cook, and my dream…" He took a deep breath, confidence clear as he firmly announced his dream. "I'm going to surpass the Hokage, and then have the people of this Village acknowledge my existence!" He all but shouted, a look of determination on his face that, coupled with the straightening of his back and the confidence he exuded, could almost make the man believe that the blonde would someday have what it took to follow in his father's footsteps.
Even surprised as he was, Kakashi couldn't help the fondness that crept into his expression, though he covered the moment with a blink. For a moment, the silverette had believed that all the blonde thought about was Ramen, but this clearly proved him wrong, the slate-eyed Jounin mused, chagrinned.
"Uhm, Hobbies…" The blonde continued, ending the moment of inspiration as he slumped a bit, crossing his arms in puzzled thought. "Well... Pranks? I guess…"
Kakashi sighed, rubbing his head and sending some of the chalk that didn't seem to want to completely leave everywhere. Well, he probably should have expected it, to be honest, but then, it had been such a juvenile tactic and he'd already known about it. Still, it did explain quite a bit about the abundance of pranks that seemed to have occurred even more often in the recent years.
"Well then, how about we have the moody one go next?" He smiled, sitting back against the railing.
Dark eyes met his, and the man almost frowned behind his mask.
"My name is Uchiha Sasuke," the noirette began, eyes hard and face partially hidden by the hands clasped before him, elbows resting just above his knees. "There are a lot of things I dislike, and I don't particularly like anything. I wouldn't call it a dream, but I do have an ambition.
“And that is… the resurrection of my clan -and to kill a certain person." The last Uchiha spoke shortly, tone clipped, a heavy aura pressing down around him as the other three stared, even Kohaku's caramel eyes boring into the self-proclaimed avenger.
Though it wasn't clear what the Mikazuki heir was thinking, Kakashi looked as if that had been pretty much what he'd expected to hear. Naruto's reaction being a bit more obvious in the way he shuddered and inched just a little further from the Uchiha.
Sasuke didn't seem to notice, too lost in thought as the frown he wore turned as dark as his emotions. His introspection only broken when the only Jounin and actual adult of the group spoke up once more.
"Alright… And how about we have the last member of our little group speak up now," He continued calmly, not quite asking so much as stating.
"..." For a moment, the silver-haired Jounin thought she wouldn't answer, but much to his -and the others'- surprise, the brunette that had been silent up until now finally spoke. "Tsukino Kohaku," the soft voice that sounded too close to belonging to either gender sounding just loudly enough for the three males to hear. "I like taking naps," she continued quietly, voice smooth if clearly disused for the most part. "I dislike socializing, being woken, or bothered," the brunette told them, keeping her words as short as she could while still being polite. She hadn't shared much that couldn't be figured out just by watching her or which could be used against her, really. Something that was more habit than anything. The less people knew about her, the less they would try to bother her. But with this being her team for the foreseeable future, she felt she at least owed them some information, sparse as it may be.
Besides, Kohaku had never been very good at vocalizing, so it’d be easier for them to figure it out themselves as they spent more together (something that would, unfortunately, be very likely considering how Konoha ran itself).
"Dreams…" She paused, a single hand moving from its place in her lap to touch the Hitaeate she'd hung around her neck. Deciding not to answer it since even she wasn't quite sure what it would be herself (to protect her precious people -or rather, person? To be left alone? She honestly didn’t know), moving on, the tawny-eyed brunette gave her team a slight shrug, chin-length hair bobbing just slightly from the slight head tilt that had occurred instinctively, just prior to the shrug. "I like reading... and cooking," she said at last, seeming to just remember the package that had been the source of quite a bit of curiosity -even if it'd been forgotten in favor of the Jounin-sensei's introductions.
Untying the somewhat thick cloth she'd tied around the trio of uneaten bento, she held the square-ish containers out to her new team. "This…" She started, holding it up towards the trio of males that she would have to acquaint herself with, an unsure look on her face. Words awkward and almost stilted as slit-pupiled toffee-colored eyes stared resolutely at the stack of bento.
"For you all," she murmured, letting her words die, silence encompassing the roof-top as a gentle breeze blew past, brushing against all of their hair. It was said that gifts between new people were more likely to foster some kind of...amiability (she didn’t particularly care about ‘making friends’, after all). And since Kohaku was resigned to having to -somehow- get along with her teammates, she had prepared the trio of bento early in the morning before heading to school (for ease of career if nothing else -like she’d said, she wasn’t exactly fond of socializing, after all… with the exception of her uncle, but family was different, and it...wasn’t really socializing…? As far as she was aware, at least).
A slightly surprised look adorned all three of the male members. Blue eyes staring widely at the offering, while black remained unreadable, and slate only showed mild surprise.
So that's what was inside the bundle, Kakashi mused, even as Naruto gave a shout of excitement and asked if he could really take one, and if the brunette was 'really, really sure' he could. The only answer to the excited question being a nod as toffee eyes refused to look directly at rest of their team.
"Well now, this is a pleasant surprise," the masked Jounin mused, experience telling him that the brunette was embarrassed if the slight pink tinge against her cheeks was anything to go by. Walking towards the trio as the other two genin accepted their bento (one excitedly, and one almost reluctantly though he did at least thank the girl), Kakashi accepted the last with a ruffle of the only female's hair.
As much as the girl seemed like she might be agender or even gender neutral, it was possible that it was something the child might grow out of later (or never, but in his experience it tended to be later). The Jounin had known a few people that didn't seem to care much about their gender, few as they were. One being a Jounin that was quite open to crossdressing for missions, and didn't seem to care much about being male or female, the other being completely agender (not including certain AnBu members he knew of, of course). It was rare, but it did happen occasionally.
"Wow, this looks good!" Naruto exclaimed, bringing the others' attention to him as caramel eyes finally looking up, startled by the hair ruffle as well as the exclamation. "Did you make this, Kohaku?!" Bright blue eyes sparkled, staring at the brunette that he'd just seen a new facet of, looking even more awed when the brunette nodded slowly.
Seeming to hesitate, the other genin spoke up at last, even Sasuke discreetly cracking his own open out of curiosity. "I...was going to share them during break," the brunette explained awkwardly, spots of pale red appearing high on the girl's cheeks even as she looked away.
Kakashi had to resist the urge to crack his own open since he could smell the other two's clearly enough, and could see with his own (uncovered) eye just what was inside the bento. From the smell (likely the containers sealed scent in, which he probably should have expected considering what clan the girl came from, now that he thought about it), he could tell that both of the other containers contained the same things. So there was really no need for him to open his own. And looking at Naruto's (Sasuke had only taken a peek and shut his own), he could see that there was plenty of rice, what looked (and smelled) like chicken, and other vegetables (a stir-fry?). From what he could tell, the bento looked quite balanced, something that actually surprised him. It was almost impressive, he thought, partially at the thought the girl had put into making the food….as well as the speed and gusto that Naruto was eating his own.
"Ish'uz 'uh-rish-us!" The blonde shouted between gobbling his food, unfortunately also proving that he'd never been raised to understand that you weren't supposed to be talking and eating at the same time. A matter further proven when the blue-eyed genin choked for a moment, hitting his chest a few times to dislodge what was stuck in his throat before polishing off the rest in record speed. "Ah~ that was great!" The Uzumaki grinned, sitting back with his weight supported by his arms as the emptied bento box sat in the orange-wearing genin's lap.
On the other side of the brunette, Sasuke gave the blonde a disgusted look. "That was disgusting, Dead-Last. Don't you know anything about manners?" He sneered, resisting the urge to inch further away from the blonde though he did seem to be holding his own lunch somewhat protectively.
There had been tomatos in the scrambled egg, and smaller half-cut grape tomatoes in the vegetable stir-fry. The karaage looked good too, actually, but the male wasn't about to say anything since it didn't seem like anything was poisoned (though he doubted Tsukino would want to kill him off, anyways. There was really no reason or motive for it).
"What'd you say, bastard?!" The blonde exclaimed, straightening to glare at the noirette before appearing to think there was something more important to do. "Hey, hey, Kohaku! Can you make more of those bento?! That was really good!" He exclaimed, eyes wide and sparkling like brilliant aquamarine gems as he leaned towards the brunette...who leaned a little further back, looking somewhat alarmed by the close proximity.
"Maa, I'm sure Kohaku here'll do it if *(s)he feels like it," the Jounin spoke, clasping a hand on the sparkling blonde's shoulder and edging him a bit further away from the relieved brunette. "However, there's still something important that needs to be discussed before we can do anything else," he hummed, still standing as he smiled the soon-to-be-familiar one eyed smile at the trio.
"Huh?" Naruto blinked, "Hey, where'd your bento go?" The blonde asked, somehow managing to notice that the silverette's had disappeared.
Kakashi hummed, "I'm sure I'll have time to enjoy my bento later. For now, however…" He trailed off warningly, the trio before him straightening at the serious tone despite the Jounin relaxing his aura a bit as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. He'd already sealed his bento away while the trio had been distracted, and watching as Sasuke and Naruto put their bento's aside (one, of course, still practically untouched aside from the shifted lid whilst the other was all but empty) to pay attention.
"Now, we'll be starting our duties as Shinobi as of tomorrow," the Jounin told them, having somehow managed to make his way back to the railing to sit down before any of the Genin could really notice.
Bright blue eyes and a wide grin met the slate-eyed ninja's proclamation. "Aw yeah! What kind of duties?!" exclaimed Naruto excitedly.
"Maa, first we're going to be doing something with just the four of us," he told them as Naruto settled, still fidgeting as he stared with bright eyes.
"What is it? What is it?!" He asked, clearly excited.
Kakashi allowed for a moment of pause, giving his next two words a sense of importance.
"Survival Training." The man announced dramatically.
"Sur...vival...training…?" Naruto questioned, a clearly confused look on his face. Neither of his other teammates said anything, both of the darker haired members of the team more focused on their Sensei.
"This isn't normal training, of course~ This time, I'll be your opponent," The silverette smiled.
"Then…! Then what is it?" Naruto asked, seemingly causing the Jounin to chuckle in response.
Dark eyes narrowed even as caramel sharpened, zeroing in on their Sensei's shaking shoulders.
"Wh- What's so funny!" Naruto demanded after a moment when it became clear that no one else would say anything.
"Ah, well… It's just that, when I tell you this, you guys will totally freak~" The man smiled, eye once again shaped into a crescent of short, silver lashes.
"F...freak…?" Naruto asked uneasily, fidgeting in his seat, eyes wide.
"You see...of the twenty-seven graduates, only nine will be chosen to become Genin," he told them, creating the illusion that he was looming over them. "The rest? Well, they'll be sent straight back to the Academy. This training is a very difficult exam with a failure rate of over sixty-six percent after all~"
A look of shock crossed the whiskered blonde's face. Sasuke's own expression not quite as shocked so much as surprised with Kohaku's being even less so. Whether it was a shock to her or not, or simply just a mild surprise was difficult to tell. But, having watched the trio for a while, Kakashi was at least somewhat confident that the child was surprised. It had been kept out of most of the books, after all (the only exception being certain journals typically kept private by their owners and records kept by the Hokage for filing).
Of course, if she was as studious (and deductive) as he believed her to be, then she would probably have at least a vague idea of said information.
Kakashi laughed, "I told you you'd freak out~" He smiled, even as the obviously building outburst escaped the genin as he changed position to yell.
"What?! No way!" He exclaimed, clearly shocked by this news, "But we worked so hard!" He yelled, as if it would change anything. "If that’s the case, then what was the point of graduation?!" He all but demanded.
The Jounin hummed. "Ah, that~?" He mused, "That was simply to select who'd be given the chance of becoming Genin," he explained, enjoying his trolling of the genin perhaps just a tad too much.
"Ugh. What?!" The blonde exclaimed, clearly still somewhat disbelieving of the situation.
Unsurprisingly, however, the only one that didn't seem to show any anxiety was Tsukino Kohaku. Or perhaps she was anxious and he simply wasn't used to reading her expressions (or lack thereof) enough to be able to tell just yet. The only thing he could see on the girl's face was a look of deep thought that didn't really tell him anything (yet).
"In any case, you'll have to show your real skills on the training ground tomorrow. Bring all the Shinobi tools you have," he announced, smoothly running through the rest of the explanation he'd given to every other genin team that had been handed to him prior. Of course, all of them had failed, but then, Kakashi had (slightly) higher hopes for this group. "Ah," he added, as if just remembering something important. "Skip breakfast, you might just end up throwing up otherwise~" He smiled. Pulling out a few sheets of paper, he passed them out to the shaking Uzumaki, the somewhat anxious looking Uchiha, and the stone-faced heir of the Mikazuki clan -a clan that would be all but extinct if its only other member ended up dying before he could sire his own progeny as well.
"The details are on these papers, and don't be late tomorrow~" He practically sang, disappearing almost as soon as the last sheet had left his grasp, leaving only a trio of genin staring at their own individual sheets of paper with a time and place noted. He'd even been kind enough to give directions!
Really, Kakashi was just such a kind person…
More importantly, however, he kind of wanted to try that bento. Not until the kids all separated and went home, though, the silverette mused, scent and presence pulled in tightly enough that not even an Inuzuka would be able to figure out he was there if he didn’t want them to.
Watching as Naruto and Sasuke squabbled over the bento that Sasuke had yet to touch aside from finding out what had been in it, and Kohaku doing her best to separate the duo despite her blank face and reluctance to speak, Kakashi almost chuckled.
At least it looked like this year's set would be more interesting than the last~
Maybe they'd have an easier time of passing the test if things went well. But considering the fact that two of the members clashed quite often, and the last preferred to stay out of the way as well as being far more reluctant to speak than the scarecrow had expected, the upcoming team looked to be one that would be quite amusing, to say the least.
Ending Notes:
To the Readers:
*(s)he : Why hasn’t Naruto or Sasuke noticed that Kakashi called Kohaku a ‘she’? Well, because despite the fic/story being in English, he’s not actually using the word ‘she’. Since Naruto seems to have a mainly Asian language (and of course, assuming that everyone speaks in a common language, that being some kind of alternate pseudo-Japanese or Chinese), in which “she” is either pronounced the same as “he”, “her”, “his”, “their”, etc. Or, as in the Japanese Language, is actually left out and more implied than anything. Hence the reason the boys haven’t figured out that Kohaku’s actually a girl. (I’m still trying to decide whether I want to make this some sort of running gag, but I guess we’ll have to just wait and see whether things go to keikaku/plan.)
Notes: I was trying to work on a certain fic for FF, but despite getting a little farther into it, I still haven’t managed to do much. Curse you, writer’s block...
And yet, I managed to do enough of a scrap to consider posting it. Originally, I thought about posting it to scraps on my FF account, but, well. I figured it might be better to post it to tumblr since it’s still just a scrap and not really something I want to post just yet. I do need to prove and remind myself that I’ve been posting something, so... well, here we go. A Naruto AU with a twin!self-insert. It’s not what I was planning to post, to be honest, but, well, yeah. It’s one of two things I managed to work on today.
I wanted to post something, so here we are.
Basically, Naruto is born with a twin that’s an SI, and since I only have one ‘scrap’ for it right now and some ideas, I don’t want to post it to FF yet. But anyway, here you go.
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Fandom: Naruto
Summary: Mito hadn’t always been Mito. But that doesn’t change the fact that she’s (Namikaze-) Uzumaki Mito now. Armed with incomplete knowledge from another world, and a connection that keeps her from falling too deep into despair, she learns to truly live her life in a way that her other self never got to.
Warnings: SI/OC-insert, Naruto has a twin, slow-going, some time-skipping and P.O.V. changes.
Prologue
Two children squalled, blonde infants with three, whisker-like marks on each cheek (the result of being born to a Jinchuuriki, as those who knew the truth might tell you). These two were all that stood between Konoha and the two halves of the Nine Tailed Fox that had caused so much death, destruction, and terror to its citizens. And they were the only remnants of the legacy that were Namikaze Minato and Uzumaki Kushina.
Sighing as he turned away from the window, Sarutobi Hiruzen felt his expression pinch as he tried to come to a decision. What would be the right thing to do here? It wasn’t as if he’d expected to ever have to step back into this office in official capacity, but… but, seeing as his successor was now dead, what else could he do but to take the mantle once more? Laying weary eyes upon the two infants that had been brought to him after Minato had finally managed to seal the Kyuubi away (and into his own children no less, it was unfortunate that calling upon the Shinigami meant that he’d only been able to take on enough of the Bijuu’s chakra to seal the half of what remained into his newborn son and daughter respectively), Hiruzen rubbed at his eyes tiredly.
“Just what am I going to do with you, Naruto, Mito…?” He whispered, voice heavy with weary resignation. He knew what he was supposed to do, what he wanted to do, and they were both so, so different from what he had to do. Or rather, would have to do.
He could only hope his trust in the people weren’t misplaced. Something that would be proven incorrect not too long after, when things took a different turn. Something he probably should have expected, But Hiruzen was getting old, and had originally retired for that very reason, having done so as soon as a suitable successor could be chosen. But for this to happen, for the Kyuubi to somehow be released; for Minato and Kushina to both die…
Well, at least the twins wouldn’t have to worry so much about being lonely since they’d have each other, at least…
Two blonde children half-skipped and half-walked, hands swinging like a pendulum between the them as they distracted themselves from the dark and mistrustful stares aimed their way. Neither was truly immune to the looks and whispers, but that didn’t mean that, together, they couldn’t pretend to be so, smiling and creating a facsimile of joy (that would one day, perhaps, become real) as the two laughed and sang.
Of the two, the loudest was the shorter haired child, hair a vivid yellow and styled into short, uneven spikes as if either he, himself, or another child had taken a pair of scissors to his head. Bright blue eyes crinkled as he and his partner sang a little ditty that they had come up with so long ago. It was childish and simple, but it was still something that they liked to use to pretend that everything was fine, better than fine, even.
Catching sight of the equally cheerful and nearly identical, effeminate version of himself, Naruto couldn’t help the bubble of joy that welled up inside as he thought about the few precious people he had. A short and measly list that might have saddened any sane and logical person, but for the four -almost five- year old, it was still quite a list to behold. Something that brought awe to him whenever he thought about it. And to think, only a few months ago he’d only had one -maybe two- people on his ‘Precious People’ list. His sister and the old man Hokage that sometimes visited them. Of course, he could maybe count some of the masked people that would mysteriously appear and disappear, but they never stayed long. Nor did they really interact with the twins unless absolutely necessary. Besides, they were apparently the old man’s way of keeping them safe. Said masked people had saved them a couple of times when things got particularly...rowdy.
In fact, said person was who they were off to visit now! Aside from his twin, the Hokage was the most important and precious person in his life, in fact, the man had been the one to introduce him to the amazingness that was Ramen! Just thinking about ramen made the blonde cheer up (when he wasn’t sulking or pouting because he’d been denied said treat), and he was sure that Hokage-jiji wouldn’t be against having Ramen for lunch, considering how busy he always was. Or, well, Mito had said so. But Mito was smart. And while Naruto knew he wasn’t the sharpest Kunai in the pouch, Mito was always so calm and patient for the most part even when Naruto knew he was being completely clueless.
She was kinda weird sometimes, but then, maybe that was part of being really smart? He knew the old man Hokage was super smart and he sometimes made weird faces and giggled over some weird orange book. He’d asked about it once, but the the old man had been quite evasive about it. It was too bad, though. Naruto thought it must have been an awesome book if it was orange! Because Orange was super awesome! He didn’t know why so many people wouldn’t believe him. I mean, surely they could understand the power of orange? And Ramen! Couldn’t forget the holy goodness that was Ramen, of course!!
Clasping hands with the only living remnant of her family in this world (as far as she was aware, in any case), Uzumaki Mito kept pace with twin. Her arms swinging in just as wide an arc as her brother’s as she tried to keep up the facade that she was entirely unaware of the mutters and whispers that followed them wherever they went. She did her best not to flinch or shrink, if only for the sake of her brother, but even with years of extra memories in her head, there wasn’t much she could do about the fact that it still hurt.
Still, even if it wasn’t exactly a good thing, at least she had practice in the few years she’d been ‘aware’ in this world. As far as she could tell, it was simply the way things worked in this world, though. Physics and Biology were apparently different from what she remembered, especially in that children seemed to develop much more quickly than their counterparts in her world. Then again, such things as ‘Chakra’ and ‘Bijuu’ existed, so that wasn’t surprising.
Or, well, so she’d assumed at any rate. Either way, once she’d come to the conclusion that there was really nothing she could do about any of this, and after panicking enough to nearly have a panic attack, as well as realizing that keeping herself from ‘reacting’ in this world was much more difficult than it had been when she’d been an adult (not too surprising once she thought about it later on, after calming of course. Children weren’t quite so able to repress their emotions, after all), she’d finally accepted that she was stuck with her situation.
Even if it were just a dream, what could she do about it? Even if it were, she wasn’t exactly suicidal or masochistic enough to try to ‘commit suicide’. Rationalizing might have worked, if not for the fact that things clearly worked differently in this world. It was difficult, and to be honest, if not for the ever optimistic ray of sunshine that was practically stuck to her like glue, the girl now called Mito would likely have succumbed far sooner to her more negative emotions.
It might have seemed to others that she was far calmer than her brother (something she’d had to cultivate, to avoid saying or reacting too strangely), and perhaps more responsible and reliable than the other child, but that was only thanks to the memories she’d retained of another world full of other memories. (Even in the future she still couldn’t be sure if she’d simply been given another’s memories, or if she had been that person that had somehow ended up in this world. And if so, how she had managed to keep her memories through whatever reincarnation process her soul had gone through was a question that she would probably never find the answer to.)
Still, the truth of the matter was that she was the one who needed Naruto. The small ray of sunshine that was her twin, that refused to let himself think too negatively, and by extension, herself, had been what had kept her afloat in even the darkest of days. It probably didn’t (or perhaps did) help that she had been an older sibling once too, even if she’d never been the best one. (She’d resented her family, once upon a time, even if she’d loved them just as much as well. But then, they’d always said there was a fine line between love and hate…)
Even if they never knew who the actual elder sibling was, that didn’t change the fact that they were siblings now. And even if the murmurs of disgust and hatred still managed to filter through no matter how much she tried to ignore them, that didn’t mean she couldn’t still push them aside. (They still hurt, though. What had they even done to deserve such hate? As much as she could understand the reason why, she also couldn’t. Because what could possibly justify the people of an entire, large village turning their hatred to two, young orphans? Orphans who knew absolutely nothing -or were supposed to know nothing- of their circumstances?)
And so she allowed herself to be distracted. She let herself fall into her brother’s pace while simultaneously doing her best to take care of him. Because even if she was still a child in this world, she also had the memories of another that, if counted, would put her at an adult’s level, even if only in the recesses of her own mind.
(She might have been taking advantage of being allowed to a child, even while simultaneously being frustrated by it. Whether this new life was supposed to be a punishment or a purgatory, well, what else could she do but to use what she had to do what she could…?)
Sarutobi Hiruzen was old. Much older than he’d been when he’d retaken the hat, and even older than when he’d retired. The stress of taking back the hat and having to run a country when he should’ve been able to retire and live alongside his grandchildren had very much taken a toll on the man that could be considered a fossil even by civilian standards.
Still, even with all the darkness in his life, there were a few bright spots. His grandson, for one. And while he and his remaining son were somewhat estranged, he still cared about those members of his family. Aside from that, however, well, it was mostly the little things that gave him joy nowadays.
No doubt Konohagakure would have flourished even more under the hand of his chosen successor. But as much as he regretted the events of that night, there wasn’t much he could do aside from to move on and to try honoring the lives that had been lost that night.
Of which included the new jinchuuriki of the nine tailed fox. A demon of chakra that had had been sealed into the very children of the one who’d defeated it. Two children that would be visiting him soon enough. Honestly, he still wasn’t quite sure what Minato had been thinking, to seal the Kyuubi into his two children, but there wasn’t anything he could do about it now, of course. Still, he wondered how they were doing…
No doubt Naruto would want to have ramen for lunch again, the old man mused, chuckling to himself as he took a moment to take a break, pipe already in hand as he lit its contents with a small flicker of elemental chakra. The boy was rambunctious, much like his mother, though he definitely took more after Minato in coloring, he mused. Bright, blue eyes and a shock of vivid yellow hair the exact shade as Minato’s. If not for the whisker-like marks that were proof of being the child of a Jinchuuriki, it likely would have been far more clear that he took more to his mother in body. Of course, he wasn’t unique in the markings, it was something he shared with his sibling, after all. And what a surprise, that Kushina had been pregnant with not one, but two children! And a girl, at that. Rare enough that she’d been carrying twins, but for them to be of different genders, well. That they...would have survived… was already a miracle as it was.
Mito, who’d been named after the woman who’d taken Kushina in. Mito who seemed to take more after her mother in appearance than her father, color and eye shape aside. While Naruto had his mother’s eyes with his father’s coloring, Mito’s were more like her father’s, colored similarly to Kushina’s, though they were slightly bluer in hue than the emerald grey that the vivacious red-head had sported. Blonde hair that was already beginning to turn more a golden-red or amber color in the sun, and a somewhat shy personality much like Minato in his earlier years. No doubt their parents would have been full of joy at the seemingly perfect mixing of their traits.
As a seal flashed in code by his door, thanks to the AnBu who pretended to be his secretary, Hiruzen was taken out of his musings, as he was alerted to the arrival of the twins. No doubt Naruto would have charged straight in, if not for the more conscientious Mito at his side. Chuckling to himself, he called out, pressing a finger with some chakra to the seal under his desk so that his voice could be heard from outside.
“Come on in, Mito, Naruto,” standing as he spoke, Hiruzen straightened his back, wincing a bit at the cracking sound that echoed in the otherwise silent room, as he stepped around the paperwork piled desk to greet the two young jinchuuriki before something got knocked off his desk.
“Gramps, Gramps!” Came the excited chatter of the male of the two siblings as he zoomed in to a stop before the man, his sibling taking a more casual approach as she sighed, a small smile on her face. “Can we get ramen for lunch this time, please, please? I’ll eat all my vegetables, so can we go? Pretty please?” He pleaded in lieu of a more polite greeting that his sibling gave.
“Good Afternoon, Hokage-jii-san,” she greeted somewhat more shyly, stopping closer to the doorway then into the room as her sibling had. Though her addressing of the man was likely a bit strange (since it probably translated more to something like ‘Grandpa Hokage’ than anything), it didn’t seem to bother the man. Rather, it seemed to amuse him as he smiled genially at the two.
“Just Jii-san is fine, Mito-chan. Or better yet, you can call me Jii-chan, instead,” he mused, knowing that Mito would likely never be as casual (or to some people, as ‘rude’) as Naruto had a tendency to be.
Clearly hesitant, Mito nodded, re-greeting the man in a soft voice, “Th-then, good afternoon, o-jii-san,” she said at last. It probably wouldn’t last, but for this visit, at least, she wouldn’t be calling him ‘Hokage-jii-san’. Because while he was the Hokage, he wanted the two to think of him more as family than someone to be exalted as many of the citizens seemed to.
Smiling warmly at the two, he chuckled, seeing that Naruto was getting antsy even as he waited for them to be done so he could get his answer. “As for you, Naruto-kun. I’m sure that it was supposed to be Mito-chan’s turn to decide?” he half-chided, knowing that ramen all the time wasn’t very good for the boy, even if it was more balanced than other options. (Not to mention cheap.)
Shoulders sagging, Naruto’s entire countenance dropped, “O-Oh… Right,” he frowned, “Sorry, Mito,” he’d clearly forgotten who’s turn it was, before he turned back to a smile so that Mito could pick. “So what does Mito want for lunch then?” he asked. There was a chance that she would choose ramen, and he had been ‘good’ after all… Or, well, as ‘good’ a kid as he could be. Even when Mito did boring things like sitting around or trying to practice to write or do maths.
Eyes wide at being put on the spot, Mito hesitated, looking between Naruto’s attempt to hide his kicked puppy look, and the amused looking Hokage, she bit her lip, thinking about it. “W-well… Naruto did say he’d eat his vegetables…” She said, clearly thinking about it, though looking at Hiruzen for what seemed to be permission.
Honestly, that girl could be a little too nice, sometimes, the old man mused, blowing a puff of smoke in a ring shape as he looked at her. “And, is that what Mito-chan wants for lunch, then?” he asked, knowing that the girl would more often than not end up spoiling her brother if not for the fact that it was more difficult to when so many people seemed to hate them simply for being them.
Clearly torn, Mito frowned to herself, even as Naruto perked up, clearly doing his best not to wiggle too much since the boy definitely had a more difficult time trying to stay still or in one place for very long. Finally, the slightly red-tinted blonde seemed to come to a decision, “I...don’t know what I want to eat so… instead, Naruto could choose this time and I...could choose next time, instead?” She decided, apparently having no preference, but knowing better to simply just let her brother get what he wanted every time.
Though he hadn’t scolded her for it, he had gently chided her for not choosing for herself at times, making sure that Naruto could hear and thus understand that ‘it wasn’t fair’ to Mito if she simply let Naruto choose every time.
It seemed to be working, though, since Naruto perked up and nodded vigorously, eyes bright as he turned to Hiruzen. “Can we do that then? Uhm, please?” he asked, eyes wide and bright as he tried not to jump in place, the two clearly looking to him for acceptance of the ideas.
Taking a moment to hum, as he pretended to think about it, Hiruzen nodded. “Very well. Then, in exchange for letting Naruto choose this time, Mito gets to choose next time,” he concluded, pretending not to notice as Naruto cheered and Mito let out a small, relieved exhale. A tiny smile appeared on the girl’s face as she nodded in acceptance of the fact.
“Ichiraku’s, Ichiraku’s~~!” Naruto exclaimed, jumping and cheering as he hugged his sister and then the Hokage, just managing to remember to say his thanks, as he tried to calm down so they could get going, though it was clearly taking some effort. Taking his sister’s hand, the two started walking, knowing that the old Hokage would follow behind them at a more leisurely pace.
Hiruzen chuckled, patting the boy and smiling indulgently at the little show, as he did exactly that, watching the two as he walked, as Mito did her best to keep up with her excited twin, while asking that he slow down, and Naruto tried to walk (or rather, power-walked) as fast as he could to get to the ramen stand that much sooner.
Ah, yes. It was good to see that their children were still doing well enough despite the hate of certain village members for the two innocents.
Ending Notes: Starting and Ending with Hiruzen’s Perspective, with a look into Naruto and Mito’s along the way. Probably a bit confusing since it’s only the prologue/very beginning, but if I manage to continue it, well... Hopefully I do, anyway. I have a few ideas, but this is more of a...er, well, slightly stress relief and self-indulgent fic to be honest. So, yeah, I’ll leave it at that for now.
If anyone’s interested in it, please do let me know <3 Reviews/Notes/Likes are always appreciated. Thanks! And Happy New Year, guys!
Abyss Black Blood (FE13/Awakening flashfic/drabble)
edit;; didn’t actually mean to reblog the other thing, so here, have new thing. (9/21/16)
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Prompt: “Humans start out at birth with milk white blood. The more crimes they commit, the darker their blood becomes. One day, you meet your soulmate. Skip a few years, and things are amazing… Until your soulmate trips, falls, and exposes black blood…”
Today’s post is brought to you by the above prompt. I got bored waiting for my tablet to restart so I could continue doodling, so I decided to do some writing instead.
FE13!AU, with gender neutral Robin. Pick your own lover/spouse. I may or may not continue this, but for now, have thing.
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Abyss Black Blood (featuring: genderneutral!Robin, 3rd Person P.O.V.)
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Being amnesiatic as they were, perhaps it wasn’t a surprise that they seemed not to know so much of the world. I mean, come on, amnesia, right? They could barely remember their own name, let alone certain other things. And yet it was balanced out by the fact that Robin was simply inquisitive by nature. Meaning they easily devoured whatever they could learn (some familiar as if they’d known once before, but other not). Learning that everyone was born with milk white blood that steadily became darker with their (conceived?) crimes or sins, though interesting, hadn’t had much to do with the tactician. After all, who’s to say there wasn’t a good reason for it?
And what even constituted as a crime, anyway? Was it simply something that person conceived as a crime or sin? How did it even work? Then again, in a world where magic and dragons existed, perhaps it wasn’t so surprising that such a thing could be. And as time went on, the thought was put out of their mind, something not to be thought about since there were few people that hadn’t once committed some sort of crime or sin. Even with the belief that what they were striving for was a good and righteous thing, they still had to fight and even kill, after all…
Still, there was always something that would niggle in the back of their mind as they went about their lives. Was their own blood dark in color? Surely it was, with what they’d already done. What about before, though? Before their memories had disappeared into the oblivion they could no longer recall? Had they committed crimes? Committed any heinous enough sins to stain their blood dark?
They didn’t know. Despite their curiosity, however, something would always stay their hand when they tried to check. Just a small, tiny cut would have sufficed. But just as much as they wanted to know, they also didn’t. After all, what if they’d done something so heinous their blood was dark as the abyss? They didn’t think they could handle that, so they left the idea alone, no matter how much their curiosity may have itched. In doing so, they remained careful. As careful as they could possibly be to avoid revealing the possibly horrific truth of their blood.
As time passed, and more joined Chrom’s cause, Robin slowly forgot about it, allowing more important worries to take the forefront of their mind. All the way up to the day they had no choice in the matter. And really, it was all because of such a stupid and idiotic little thing. To think that it would be revealed to them in a moment of carelessness as they tripped over one of the very stones Frederick had been so adamant upon clearing up so that no one would trip.
Perhaps Robin had become spoiled by the knight’s excessive antics, because, not having expected there to be any potential obstruction in camp of all places, with a pile of books upon another crate of something that they’d been carrying in hand. Robin had gone sprawling. It was stupid, it was embarrassing, and worst of all, they’d managed to cut themselves on a loose nail in the crate as everything spilled across the floor.
Their own blood as well, and all in front of the one they would have least wanted to see such a thing.
Because despite their fears, Robin had not actually expected their blood to be so dark. Everyone had fallen silent, those that had happened to be around, as Robin sat, dazed at the sudden accident. Dazed enough that they hadn’t noticed anything but their pounding head as they lifted a bloody arm to their head. Liquid ran down their sleeve, but perhaps it could have been a bottle of ink or some other fluid.
As they groaned and tried to clear their head however, they took in the sudden silence. Vision clearing as they looked around, Robin found wide eyes gazing or gaping at the amnesiatic tactician’s person. Despite the overwhelming confusion, however, they barely had time to look at the wound (not throbbing from the tear in their skin) when their lover -their partner, and oh-so-precious other- dragged them away. Despite their protests, Robin was ignored, as they found themselves led to their shared tent, a grim expression on their beloved’s face, marred only by the flash of nervousness and anxiety that flickered through their eyes.
Manhandled to sit down at the edge of their bed, Robin found found themself meeting grim but worried eyes as their lover’s lips pressed into a firm line.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
Confused as they were, Robin could only tilt their head, frowning at this entire situation. “Tell you what?” they asked.
“That your blood was black,” was the response they received.
Blood running cold (black blood, black blood, black blood…!), Robin remained speechless. Eyes trailing down to the throbbing wound (being tended to by gentle hands despite their owner’s obvious distress), Robin felt the blood drain out of their face. Their blood was pitch black, darker than ink, and…
How could this be? Had they really done something so heinous they could no longer consider themself a person? Had they become a monster before they had become who they were now? (Robin almost didn’t want to know.)
Not waiting for a response, their lover continued.
“Did you think I wouldn’t accept it?” they asked. “Whatever happened before you lost your memories is something another person did. It’s not you. So why didn’t you tell me?” They pressed, before whispering their next sentence into the heavy silence. “Did you not trust me…?”
Startled, Robin looked aghast. “Wha- No! That’s- I didn’t-” They started, horrified by the very thought. After all they’d been together, to imply such a thing…
“Then why?”
Taking a deep breath, Robin sighed. “I- I didn’t even know my blood was….black,” they pushed out, voice quiet and expression pained. “If I had, I would have told you. I’m sure,” looking up at their lover, eyes pleading even despite the wince as alcohol was pouring into the wound to cleanse it, Robin mentally flailed.
Just what were they supposed to do in this situation….?
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The End? Who knows. But yeah, cliff-hanger. This is a pretty short piece (just a little over 1k) and can either be left alone or continued. It’s not 100% the prompt, but I wanted to make things as ambiguous as possible. The gender of this Robin, appearance, their/your choice of lover/spouse (depending on said choice).
Anyways, I guess just let me know what y’all think or if you want to see more. I need to practice writing anyways, so…meh. Just don’t steal my writing and claim it as your own, it’s not nice and makes you a bad person. Not to mention it’s rude. I put time and effort into this, after all.
But yeah, I guess let me know your thoughts, and I’ll see if I can motivate myself to write more or something.
Murphy's Law says whatever can go wrong will go wrong. Your life is dedicated to proving this fact. Who ever Murphy is, you hate the asshole. He has ruined your life, what the fuck.
