❝ YOU!! YOU HAVE THE BRAINCELL, DON'T YOU!! ❞
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❝ YOU!! YOU HAVE THE BRAINCELL, DON'T YOU!! ❞
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 ? "
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 .
@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.
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.
❝ 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
" 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 ? "
@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.