#sunabeast

[maitiests]

❝ YOU!! YOU HAVE THE BRAINCELL, DON'T YOU!! ❞

[osumaki]

they are inescapable , his boyhood memories. he remembers being chased from food stands and store interiors on this street, sticky hands swiping what he could before the shopkeep chased him from the register with a broom. things are different now. girls whisper and point as always, but they giggle when his eye is drawn to them. vaguely familiar faces call his name in greeting. he doesn't remember where he's seen them prior, but they are fellow konoha shinobi, so he nods his head in acknowledgement and tries not to look too pleased.

" y'know , i could get used to all this hero stuff. this must have been how you felt when you got made kazekage. " in all fairness, he supposes all the attention isn't for him alone. at his side is the leader of konoha's closest ally, after all. naruto just hopes this walking tour of his childhood isn't getting too tiring after her journey from suna on foot. " the inn isn't too far, just a few blocks down. you sure you don't want me to take your bag , @sunabeast ? "

[bakisensei]

death. the sender finds the receiver with the body of their latest victim. (reverse)

well,   he   was   warned   about   this;   some   would   say   he   was   even   warned   thoroughly.    v𝑖s𝑐r𝑎,   sticky   under   his   sandals,   and   the   smell   of   𝐫o𝐭,   hot   in   his   nose   —   baki   finds   that   the   scene   doesn't   turn   his   stomach.   he's   seen   much   worse,   but   the   image   of        愛    🩸      𝖌𝔞𝖆𝔯𝖆         —    willowy,   and   small;   the   poster   image   of   a    𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢   𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍.     that   is   what   made   his   guts   twist   into   knots,   that   is   what   made   the   bile   coat   the   back   of   his   throat.     he   was   not   a   green   teenager,   though.   he   wouldn't   flinch   at   the   sight,   run,   or   𝘳𝙚𝓽𝙘𝔥;   it   wouldn't   do   anyone   any   good   now,   anyway.    death   was   as   final   as   you   could   get,   and   as   he   peered   at   the   remains   of   what   once   was   a   person,   now   reduced   to   red,   cranberry   mush   mixed   into   the   sand;   what   little   facial   features   clung   to   meat   and   bone   —   he   seemed   to   recognize.    a   passing   face   in   the   academy   halls,   maybe,   a   mission   or   two   together,   nothing   long-lasting;   but   still   familiar   in   the   ways   of   teenage   nostalgia.    

a   pity.    he   seemed   to   be   a   good   shinobi.    and   there   were   few   of   those   left   to   pick   from   now.    most   were   mad,   dangerous,   or   simply   didn't   care.     (   those   types,   might've   been   the   worst   of   them   all.   )    when   rasa   asked   him   about   this   position,   he   didn't   ask   about   stats   or   missions   competed,   though   —   baki   knew   those   were   sufficient.   he   looked   him   once   over,   the   boy   who   used   to   follow   karura   around,   maybe   too   closely;   and   asked   only   one   thing:        ❝      has   gaara   ever   wronged   you   ?     ❞             –    him   ?    personally   ?            ….        no.            in   that   way,    it   was   almost   like   drawing   straws,   and   baki   always   did   pick   the   shortest   ones.          congratulations,   you   start   monday.     

this,   was   how   almost   all   his   mondays   started   now.   swallowing   the   bile   in   his   throat,   and   turning   away   from   the   gore,   baki   locked   his   good   eye   on   gaara   and   fought   back   a   sigh.    it   wouldn't   matter   what   he   said,   gaara   would   do   as   they   liked,   anyway;    not   that   baki   could   find   a   real   blame   for   that.       they   were   doing   what   was   in   their   nature   as   a   weapon   to   do,    𝑘𝒊𝐥𝘭.     baki   couldn't   blame   them.    all   that   power,   all   that       …    ｒａｇｅ   ;       that   is   what   the   village   needed.    (    or   so   they've   been   told.   )       —    a   few   causalities   at   the   expense   of   restoring   suna   to   it's   power   ?       baki   thought   he   could   live   with   that,   everyone   else   would   have   to   learn   to   wash   the   blood   off   their   own   hands   just   the   same.   they've   been   telling   people   like   him   how   to   do   it   for   years.    water   eventually   runs   clean. 

 ❝        i'll   have   to   notify   your   father   about   this.     ❞        but   he   knows   the   words   mean   little   to   gaara,   it's   not   even   a   threat,   just   the   truth;   cold   and   hard   as   it   was.    that   didn't   mean   he   wasn't   utterly     …    unsympathetic   to   the   plight   of   the   kazekage's   children.    though,   sympathy   was   not   something   he   kept   in   his   chest,   the   dormant   seeds   began   to   bloom   and   blossom   recently,   hooking   into   his   guts   with   roots   and   fang.   it   seemed   as   he   grew   older,   the   ninja   of   the   next   generations   became       …       smaller,   younger,   much   more       …    tragic.     was   it   always   like   this    ?    will   it   always   be   like   this    ?           how   much   of   this   was   his   fault   ? 

 ❝        i'd   advise   you   go    …    elsewhere,   while   i   do   it.     ❞     

‎☼ / @sunabeast .

[xuchiwa]

@sunabeast asked: au where uchiha clan joins sunagakure during tobirama hokageship ie sasuke is a suna citizen

send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons about it

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ooooo this is such a good concept !!!

There was a split within the clan on who left the Leaf and who stayed. Some people were convinced that it would get better, that Tobirama's views on them wasn't as drastic as they assumed and refused to leave from the only home they've ever known. If they leave, isn't that the same as giving up? They have a right to live there too, don't they? Not many people within the clan decided to linger behind, but the split was pretty significant. They still communicate between villages when possible.

Even though they were welcome, there was still some apprehension towards the Uchiha in Suna. They're originally a clan from Konoha after all, and were treated as outsiders to some capacity due to this and how different they looked from the 'usual' Sunagakure citizen. But given their assests as ninja, they were still treated with respect.

Sasuke would be curious about Gaara, as i'm sure a lot of the Uchiha would be. They know first hand what discrimination feel like, so there would be some empathy towards him and the wide berth given to him. Baby / pre-massacre Sasuke can be a bit shy, so he'd be hesitant on approaching him by himself for a bit, but if there is an opening where he's able to try to talk to him, i'm sure he might try to.

From my understanding, Sunagakure's ninja training is a bit more harsher compared to Konoha. ( Since Konohagakure ninja are always called 'soft' in canon, especially Sasuke. ) Sasuke is still one of the top in his class, but I feel like he might not really be 'the' top one in the academy as he becomes a genin. Assuming this is a no genocide au, Sasuke is a lot more soft hearted despite wanting and liking being a ninja, and he holds back a bit in a lot of the more harsher exercises.

The Uchiha would of been a component on the attempted coup of Konoha. Being one of the sons of the head of the clan, Sasuke would be involved; maybe as apart of a Sunagakure team sent in during the chunin exams alongside the Sand Sibs. Knowing his skills, he probably even made it all the way to the last exam; as it would allow him a longer stay in the village to help gather and pass along information as needed.

[bakisensei]

maybe it was the lack of sleep, since they returned everything has been a nonstop flood of panic and disarray , but that was to be excepted. they'd been had, and all the blood that was spilled was for nothing at all; temari's voice lodged between his ears these past few weeks: ( — we've spent so much time and sacrificed so much ! ) from the mouth of babes, as the elders would say. now, temari wouldn't so much as look at him.

or, maybe it was the lack of a proper meal. (at least, something that wasn't tossed into a microwave at three am.) whatever it was, when gaara drifted in from the darkness, shadows slipping off him like oil, and his voice quiet and reserved asked: ❝ im a threat to the village so does this mean you’re going to try to kill me? ❞

the stack of papers he'd been holding loosened in his arms, scattering at the floor around his feet like cellulose vomit, the sigh he expelled was loud and harsh.

❝ gaara , ❞ the robes were right around his neck. this was not him, this is not the role he wanted. ❝ why ... why would you ask me that ? ❞ / @sunabeast.

[bakisensei]

❝  the  only  reliable  thing  in  the  world  is  change.  ❞

“This  is  why,”  Baki  says,  tapping  his  paperwork  into  a  neat  pile.  “Your  generation  is  going  to  make  it  happen.”  Each  one  dreamed  of  it.      Change.    He  supposes,  in  a  way,  each  one  did  its  own  variation  of  something  different.  Every  Kage  sat  in  their  offices,  untethered  by  their  successor,  and  thought  that  they  were  going  to  do  it  differently.  Perhaps  they  did,  but  all  Baki  knew  was  that  @sunabeast  was  going  to  put  her  best  foot  forward,  always.  Gaara  was  going  to  dig  her  heels  in  and  move  mountains  or,  die  trying.    [     Something  he  would  never  let  happen.    ]    

He  glances  toward  the  window,  watching  the  setting  sun.  Before  slanting  his  eyes  back  to  Gaara,  unlike  most  of  the  other  councilmen,  Baki  had  full  faith  in  her.   He'd  seen  Gaara  at  her  worst,  and  now—he  was  watching  her  climb  to  her  best.   “I  know  that  you'll  do  wonderful  things  as  Kazekage.” 

ᯤ        ☼           NINJA       ID        :   no  longer  accepting  ᵎ   

[osumaki]

" gaaaaaara ... " it is an undignified whine, the kind which comes from the deep neglect of a dog curled at your feet. and much like that loyal animal, he'd found some sort of solace in a solitary corner of her office, happy with as little as the noise of shuffling papers between its walls. he knows it comes from @sunabeast , and that is enough.

sometimes, her pen. other times, her breath catching at a word. the source might be something humorous, picked from the preciousness of a genin's first report, or something pulled from the frustration of trade route negotiations. it's probably the latter. regardless, he sits cross-legged, eyes closed. he needs his mind empty, a stirring of something spiritual in him. he doesn't take much time to lose himself in nothingness these days, with his heart attached to something as material as a lover. maybe he isn't so good at meditation after all, head always elsewhere. with her , if he must be honest.

he stretches out into the broader form of his adulthood ; ignores the protest of his muscles from the abrupt pull of his body. " you're still not done yet ? " his pout is a petulant child's as he hovers behind her. the hand which tips her head back to accommodate the press of his lips to her forehead is undoubtedly a man's. he knows he cannot demand her attention when her heart must carry both him and her village ... but he thinks he deserves a little selfishness too. " shouldn't you take a break ? "

[sunagakurenosato]

@sunabeast

Yashamaru lay where the Konoha-nin dropped him, like someone's forgotten doll gathering mothballs at the back of the closet. He figured that this was one of Konoha's deeper dungeons, the humid heat rising from the ground. Chakra-blocking seals kept his hands together, and snaked up his arms-- thorns digging into his chakra system.

At a distance, he could hear the light pitter patter of footsteps. Yasha-ji, a familiar voice called out, why is it so dark?

Cuz debts are due, and it was time to pay up.

Yashamaru figured that Rasa bit the bucket by now--- and beat Yasha to it, that bastard. At least, the old Kazekage let him be for a precious few years. But like all good things, Yashamaru didn't deserve it. He imagined all sorts of scenery in the darkness; imagined himself walking through the wrong coastal towns, old missions, Amegakure, somewhere in Kiri. Anything to throw off Konoha's blonde mindscrapers-- they're bound to come for him soon enough.

Yasha-ji, a little Gaara called again from the darkness. Where are you hiding! They might find you!

As he shuffled through a few more cities, the door opened.