#source; n.aruto

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@c4garuda | continued

Hidan scoffs. "Please. You should know by now that I never get caught." He was what some might call a career criminal - all minor, petty stuff, of course, but he was experienced enough not to be stupid about it. "You should just ditch the old man, y'know? Cut ties and be fuckin' free. It's much better this way."

He was pretty sure Sasori didn't like him, despite only meeting him a handful of times. That was fine - Hidan didn't care much for him, either, and given his track record he probably wouldn't be around this time next year. He never could stay in one town for long, for one reason or another. More often than not it was because he's outstayed his welcome and the local authorities were getting a little too close for comfort.

"Alright, sounds like a good deal. Try not to blow us up though, yeah? Your idea of fun is always so fuckin' noisy." Hidan flashes him a grin, pushing up from the sofa to hunt down his jacket in amongst the chaos of his shithole apartment. Finding it half-buried beneath a toppled-over stack of empty pizza boxes, he slides it on and gives the pockets a pat-down to make sure he has his smokes.

He fingers the keys to his truck, thinking of the duffel bag full of tools he has stashed under the seat. He turns back to the blond with a daring grin. "How fucked up are we going, blondie?" He's not just thinking of the carnage they'lll inflict upon the empty structures, but of the potential kids to scare off. He's still testing the blond's boundaries, seeing how far he can push it before it's deemed too far.

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@c4garuda sent: biting your lover’s lip amidst a kiss . ( to hidan, modern au?)

He's still not entirely sure how it happened, but he isn't complaining. He supposed it was inevitable, really. He's actually surprised it hasn't reached this point sooner.

The blond is pushed unceremoniously against the bare brick wall, Hidan's hand braced beside his head. The crackle of nearby flames mirrors the heat between them, the flickering glow the only source of light in the otherwise abandoned warehouse. It's just them and this vast space, truly alone amidst the silent city limits.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he reminds himself to watch his enthusiasm. He knows he can get carried away, that he gets too caught up in a moment. He's pumped up from the carnage they've just inflicted upon their surroundings and the thrill is influencing his actions. He needs to watch for signs that he's overstepped.

Just as he's worrying about getting too rough, he feels a sharp nip on his bottom lip, a quick stab of pain that only serves to excite him further. He draws back, a breathless laugh upon his lips, pale violet eyes darkening with far from subtle desire.

"Oh, you wanna play rough, blondie?" His tongue teases at the reddened mark Deidara's teeth have left. "I can play rough."

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@senbonz | continued

"You don't look alright." Kiba points out, rather obviously. He's wary - he knows better than to trust in appearances, injured or not - but Akamaru doesn't seem to be particularly on edge, and he will always trust in his companion's instincts.

The kid - they seem to be of an age with him, he guesses, though it's not easy to tell - has a peculiar maturity to them, something he's only ever seen in those who have lived a hard life and seen too much for their limited years. Given the way they're dealing with their current situation, this is definitely not someone inexperienced. He needs to be careful.

But he can't just walk away, not when he can do something to help. "Here, let me help..." He takes a few steps closer, carefully, trying to both respect the boundaries of a stranger and maintain a healthy dose of wariness regarding an unknown person. "Two hands are better than one, after all. And I've got some supplies..."

He reaches into the pouch at his waist, keeping his movements slow and easy to follow or predict, just in case this injured teen misunderstands and reacts accordingly. He pulls out one of the medical kits Hinata prepared for him prior to his leaving Konoha, and tosses it down between them. "What happened to you, anyway?"

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@lunaerising sent: you know, you’re getting weirder. (( shikamaru 2 kiba ))

He's upside down, legs thrown over Akamaru's back where the nindog lays in the grass beside them. He's spent the last ten minutes entirely focused on balancing a stick on the end of his nose, his brows furrowed in deep concentration. The comment from the other shifts that focus, with an immediate and inevitable consequence.

The stick topples and smacks him in the face.

Luckily, Kiba's been hit in the face with worse. As the stick bounces away into the grass, he merely scrunches up his nose and slides his gaze sidelong to where Shikamaru lies - the right way up - next to him.

"Mm, am I weird, though, or are you just boring?" He shoots back, lips curving into a teasing grin. "All you wanna do is lie here looking at clouds. I gotta make my own fun."

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"Hey Tenzo you forgot this." Kakashi hands a small envelope to the other, barely sticking around after as he disappears in a swirl of smoke. Might be because in that envelope is Kakashi's latest bookshop bill.

Eyes flit down, quickly, to the envelope that had been pushed into his grasp. His gaze is averted for barely a breath, but that is all the time it takes for his old friend - his eternal headache - to make a hasty exit. And a good thing, too, because once careful fingers pluck the bill from inside, that normally passive expression upon Yamato's face shifts into something that a certain copy-nin should be familiar with by now.

Somewhere across Konoha, a sense of foreboding ought to descend upon the shoulders of a man who frequently pushes the boundaries of his kouhai's patience, though it probably doesn't. And even if it does, it certainly won't stop Kakashi from doing it again - and probably next week, too.

With his mind conjuring a satisfying image of growing a tree on top of his senpai, Yamato begins the trek to the bookshop to pay the bill. He knows there are people who believe Kakashi takes advantage of him - that he lets him - but they're wrong. This is merely a part of who they are to each other, an established behaviour that he wouldn't change for anything.

And, besides, he knows that Kakashi will make it up to him in his own way. He always does.

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@shameofice: ❝ anyone tell you it’s rude to stare? ❞ (sako @shameofice to neji? i'd like to try his naruto verse on here)

The pale gaze doesn't falter for a second. He stares, unflinchingly, at the other, his expression seemingly disinterested. He's used to the cool treatment of the Hyuga clan, so the retort means nothing to him. In fact, Neji appears, at first, to not have heard him.

A moment passes. Then, another.

"I believe you were staring first." His voice is cool, calm, unruffled. He sits comfortably in place, hands resting lightly in his lap, seemingly at ease in the other's presence. His new sense of peace in the world has left him with a well of patience that is unending.

He angles his head, the sweep of his shorter hair falling lightly over one shoulder. "Is there something you want, kinsman?" His eyes narrow as they study the face, trying to place a name - if he even knows it. He knows a great many of the Hyuga, but assuredly not all of them.

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@musaics: A kiss on the brow from Hinata to Kiba :^) //hello ive missed u

It's been a long, tiring day - with four new litters of nindog puppies to wrangle, it's been all hands on deck at the Inazuka compound. He'd roped in his teammates immediately to help deal with the chaos and carnage that over two dozen puppies create, but even then, there's hardly been a chance for a break.

But, with all puppies safe and secure in their dens, well fed and sleeping soundly, at last he can relax.

Shino has already left for home - as fond as he is of creatures great and small, there's only so much yapping and nipping a person can take in a day - but Hinata remains, helping with the cleanup no doubt. He knows he should join her, if not tell her to go home and rest, but he cannot bring himself to get up from the couch now that he's down.

Akamaru is similarily drained - the big white dog is flopped on his side, chest softly rising and falling as he snoozes away on the rug. Now that is a great idea, Kiba thinks to himself, his own eyelids feeling suddenly heavy.

He must have drifted off, as the next thing he knows, there are soft lips against his forehead and gentle hands upon his cheeks. He knows that scent anywhere - so familiar and comforting, like a warm blanket on a cold night. His lips curve into a smile and his eyes blink open, finding her lilac gaze hovering just above.

"Sorry," he murmurs, voice thick with drowsiness, "didn't mean t' fall asleep." One of his hands finds hers, gives a gentle squeeze. He shuffles over on the couch, pats the space he's freed up. "C'mere. It's comfy down here."

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💪 for @senbonz to hidan bc i think that man deserves to be thrown

send 💪 to pick up / carry my muse | @senbonz

There is a rather distinct shriek of enraged protest as the priest finds a sudden hand around his throat, before he's subsequently lifted clear off the ground - and by a .... child, no less? Who even is this fucking kid?

The surprise is enough to immobilise him for a moment - probably for the best, since close-range is lethal where Hidan's concerned - and it's only when he finds himself swung around and tossed like a sack of potatoes that he kicks back into gear.

"You little brat." Oh, he's pissed now. "I'll fucking kill you for that!"