#uchirite

[kimattahana]

uchirite replied to your post: 

i’m going to commit murder , sakura.

        take a a deep breathe, sasuke, don’t let his petty comments get to you.

[biteshift]

uchirite replied to your post: icb u didn't follow me back i'm going home

i c b

        ICB

[fragrantlykarin]

uchirite replied to this: x

you’re talking to yourself again , karin

                  ........................ no i’m not

[deathbore]

uchirite replied to your post: uchirite replied to your post: ...

K O A L A

you love me & you know it. 

[brawlfists]

♥!!!!!!

@uchirite   /    Send me a ‘♥’ if you actually like my blog.  

*   spilling  love   *

[lilacpalm]

         THAT’S THE MOST, SHE THINKS, that he’s ever actually said to her.  in fact, she can’t recall a single conversation between them that had survived more than a few spared words, if that. it had always been short hellos and goodbyes, and then, upon his departure and naruto’s plight:  it was nothing but deafening silence. 

        there’s a war brewing beneath the hyuga’s calm surface. grossly beating against the cage encasing her heart. melancholy is a bitter scent that sweeps through the air between them. between everyone, but he’s not the source, nor is she the primary despite the fact that it claws at her so. 

                                they’d lost so much in this war.  -------- she’d lost so much. 

        “but ----- .” it’s the beginning. the cracks sprouting along the damn’s face and surface finally getting the better of it. a breath comes, and pale lilac hues find purchase against the raw knuckles precariously held between her own battered hands. his hand was softer than hers. an absent realization. a deflection and distraction on some bearing level. “--even if you say that, it doesn’t change the fact that we were worried.”

        she’s still worried. all this hardship, all this strife and surmounting pain. she’s worried they’ll all wake in the morn to discover it’d been nothing more than a fever dream shared between many. she fingers at his hand, grasp light and willing to release if he pulls back ----- and though it’s a small gesture, the fact that he hasn’t retracted that arm yet speaks volumes to her. like a whispered promise. a confirmation behind his spoken words. 

        she doesn’t linger. refuses to dredge and wallow in the thoughts. instead, she pushes forward. “i’m alright.” as alright as anyone can be with their family torn in twine, and their friends scattered and bleeding. “i’m ----- i’m just glad you’re back ----- that you’re home.” 

@uchirite​​    ,       cont. 

[uchinaro]

uchirite replied to your post: 

…….. madara is senile.

❛ that makes sense, actually ... isn’t he like 90 years old ? and dead ? ❜

[kimattahana]

uchirite replied to your post: ray is a dirty enabler -

me ????????

               yes -