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[kikaichuno]

((@storiedocs Chitose because they can be amnesia buddies now!))

"Hello, Shino-san. I'm Chitose. I heard you lost your memories; that happened to me, too, so please rely on me if you need anything at all! It's good at least that you're still able to walk and talk and all; it took me a long time to re-learn it all."

"Ah... I supposed I was lucky to only lose my memories and not my speech and mobility..." He doesn't feel lucky at all but it's better than what Chitose went through, apparently.

"Did you ever get your memories back?"

[hatredcurse]

Inquiry { @storiedocs } —

There was no greeting as the door opened; no warmth of a fire or scent of cooking. A single house-slipper flung across the entry-way, a splash of old blood across the stones before the door, the vase which had once sat atop the shoes-cabinet to hold seasonal flowers, now shattered on the floor.

When returning from his heedless campaign of contracts, Sasuke had hoped to be greeted with smells of the home; any invitation into a world not harsh nor cruel to him. However, the shell of his house turns on him. From the cockles of levity Chitose had urged his vacant estate to be, it had forsaken its growth into a sanctuary from the bloodshed imposed on it. Its floors were wet with all-too-familiar crimson stains splattered over the polished wood.

He steps through the door near strangled by the heat winding at his throat, threatening to suffocate him. Old memories dredge up ( the feverish cries of his baby cousins, the anguished squeal of his aunts, the death rattle of his mother clinging to the last unsung note of life as she bid her youngest son goodbye ) in his mind, arresting him at the wrists, bidding him through the halls in a rising frenzy.

Arterial red seeps into his onyx vision, spinning the world into layers of aberration, peeling apart reality in counter-turn to his God vision. He sought the pattern of struggle left behind by his attendant. Him, a stalking shadow through his own abode, suddenly and utterly foreign to this place once more.

[thetoaddaddy]

((@storiedocs Chitose))

🐣 Context up to you, could be time travel shenanigans or a jutsu malfunction or whatever.

Jiraiya takes a bite out of his popsicle. Yes a bite. Chewing on it as he watched this girl carefully.

“Thanks for the ice cream, lady.” He said casually.

He didn’t remember much right now. Last he remembered he was in a fight. Then he was back in the village. It looked far different than he remembered. More developed and far less tense. His sensei was far older. His teammates weren’t around. Apparently it will be temporary and he’ll return to his actual age with his memories in time.

But it was odd this lady was offering to take care of him. She’s young. She’s… fluffy. Big hair, big glasses, kind. He stared at her carefully as he sucked the flavour out of the popsicle.

[naru-uzumaki]

@storiedocs

❝ Chitose-chan --- what's that green stuff in your rice? ❞

[kiigan]

Electra Heart prompts @storiedocs said: ❛ all my life i’ve been so lonely. ❜ bonus detail: post-war setting

All in the name of being holy.

ㅤAnd a childhood of buying stars together, only for it to amount to this; stars dead in overwhelming explosions that consumed it all and left in the wake only a black hole to swallow the remnants of what was once joyful, peaceful, innocent. Who to blame for it, between the whims of gods and the poor choices of mortals?

«I'm sorry.»

ㅤWords spoken in a quiet voice, both due to his weakened state [so recently risen from a coma lasting over a month] and to... would he call it shame? Perhaps regret was a better descriptor. Regret that he'd once been unable to stop it, that a club of gentle, young detectives had two turning to rogue criminal and murderer, another dead and rotting at the bottom of the Naka, and the last one abandoned after promises of eternal friendship and unbreakable bond. Regret that he'd had to force her to see him at his ugliest, the same way he himself was forced to become that same grotesque being. In the absence of a lost heaven, they now only knew their hell.

And where to go from here?

ㅤWhy was she event talking to him, keeping company? Whether or not Sasuke had shared with Chitose the truth about the circumstances that led to that grievous night remained to be known - one way or the other, the consequences were unerasable. No more using father's desk for the club meetings, no more eating mother's cookies together. No more.

Where to go from here, indeed?

ㅤItachi, who'd ever planned for the smallest of details and for every possible myriad options, for once finding himself at a loss; never having planned for the possibility of surviving his own death. Bittersweet irony, and very humbling. With his [now mostly useless] eyes focused on a random spot of the ceiling, he fidgeted absently with his fingers and with the hem of the bed cover alike; careful to not dislodge the IV tube nor the electrode connected to the vital signs monitor.

«...Never would I have thought that, one day, I'd feel awkward talking to you.»

[stardstschlar]

@simbilmyne asked: ((@storiedocs Esther for your choice of verse)) “i know it was stressing you out. that's why i took care of it.”

PROMPTS FOR THE 5 LOVE LANGUAGES

Stressing him out?

Had he been that stressed out to not realize it was showing? Shit. The Joestar had given a soft sigh as a hand raised to pinch the bridge of his nose. He really needed to work on containing his stress a bit better, not be so closed off and shut out everything. Or snappy, even. Exhaustion set in as teals closed, his hand shifting to sift through black curls as a breath left him. "Sorry." The stand user mumbles, eyes opening and gaze locking on to his companion.

[venalos-archived]

@storiedocs

He had not stepped foot on these hunting grounds in years, and yet the Ancestral Steppe remained virtually unchanged.

Ameth took a deep breath and held it in as he savoured the clean, thoroughly nostalgic air. Memories came flooding back, the early days of his career as a Hunter fresh on his mind once more. He recalled the day he slew his first Pokémon, a vicious (yet still comparatively fragile) Seltas. Of course, it was nothing when compared to the Tigrex that had contracted the Frenzy Virus... or when he encountered Goldie again, still a juvenile Gore Magala back then, in what he once believed was their final confrontation.

Those really were the days... That reminded him; how was the "Captical C" Caravan doing? It felt as though he had not spoken to them in years, even though he semi-regularly encountered them back when he worked with Bherna village and the neighbouring Wycademy.

Oh, well. That was something for the future Ameth to find out, for the present Ameth currently had a quest to complete. He at last exhaled and hopped off a small cliff in the Ancestral Steppe's designated Area 8, landing perfectly as he held up a fresh Gargwa egg with one hand and clutched its deceased parent by the neck with the other. Even the most renowned of Riders and Hunters needed to take breaks from saving the world by slaying beasts of calamitous might, and what better way to unwind than to fulfil a simple egg quest? Of course, that exact sentiment did little to discourage the local Jaggi packs from trying to nip at his heels and steal his soon-to-be lunch, but one little glance (and that unnerving smile of his) was plenty enough to make them choose life instead.

He made his way along the plains of Area 3, the golden grasses swaying in the breeze like ocean waves, when he caught a familiar scent on said breeze. Ameth (still holding that egg & Gargwa combo) paused, raised his head, and sniffed. Speak of the Deviljho -- it would seem as though his thoughts regarding the Caravan were about to be answered shortly!

[bladedhunter]

((from @storiedocs )) (the handwriting looks like it was done by someone without thumbs... and probably not by the person it's for...)

Name

Chitose no-last-name, a human

Age

17 human years equivalent of ~1.5 in cat years

Do you like to cuddle?

Good at cuddles and also at petting and brushing and play-time

Can we make-out?

Never seen Chitose do this it sounds funny i bet she'll squeak Sure

A night in or dinner out?

We should go out and bring back tasty leftovers for Cat please

Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?

I as a human can eat chocolate safely unlike cats

What makes you a good Valentine?

I am good at taking care of people and am knowledgeable about many interesting things and am good at finding missing things and solving mysteries and also singing but not as good as a cat and I am quiet and do not get zoomies

Would you cook for me?

I am very good at cooking especially fish and rats and birds

Would you let me cook for you?

Yes I am not picky when it comes to food because I have no sense of pride or standards

"Uh, what?"

Deidara squints at the oddly written form. Who was Chitose? Why did she have a proxy send a Valentine's application to him? Why Deidara? And why...

Deidara lifts the paper and sniffs it. Yup. Definitely smells like a pet of some sort. Did someone's animal summons write this?

Looking around, he spots the first seventeen-year-old-looking girl he sees and waves the paper. "Hey! You! Are you Chitose?! Is this from you?" A pause. "What the fuck, hn?"