#uzuflower

[iwakiri-academy-blog]

ban notice

Due to dissent within and outside of the group, along with flagrant disrespect to the admins, the following have been removed from the list of taken characters:

Tenten [tennie-tens]

Uzumaki Boruto [borutothebest]

Haruno Sakura [haruxno]

Uzumaki Himawari [uzuflower]

Everyone, please unfollow these accounts as they are -- and forever will be -- no longer affiliated with Iwakiri Academy and our associated projects.

~Admins

[borutothebest]

your little sister + ⦿

⦿- compliment them or insult them

Placing a hand on her head the blonde frowned at his sister, “You think too highly of dad.” 

[dr-kurosaki-isshin]

Scraped Knees (Isshin | Himawari)

Isshin looked down at his watch as he made his way to work. He wasn’t necessaily late but not quite on time either. Well it didn’t really matter if he were late or not he had some talented people working with him and he was positive they could handle anything thrown their way.

He smiled as he walked passed the playground. It was nice that there were children to till the empty structure. He paused to watch the kids run around, his mind being thrown back to when his own children would play so vigorously on a similar structure back in Karakura. 

When he turned to leave, he heard the runnign of feet, the sound of a body hitting pavement and then the sound of a yelp more out of surprise than out of pain. He turned swiftly to see a little girl on the ground all scratched up, eyes watering in an attempt to not cry. He looked around noting that there were no adults around, and so made way to the child.

Black hair surrounded her (whiskered?) face, a nice big scratch along her jaw and cheek. Skinned knees matched skinned palms, presumably to lessen the impact of her fall. He knelt in front of her and smiled. “Hey there, I’m Dr. Kurosaki Isshin. I’m the doctor here at this academy and I was on my way to work when I just so happened to catch a glimpse of you. That was a pretty spectacular spill you took huh?” He looked around once more. “Sweetie, are your parents around?” 

He asked holding his brief case in his hands in front of him, then opening it to show her the medical supplies he carried around with him. “Are you alright with me patching you up?”

[sacrificare]

"I don’t wanna be left alone."

A sea of blankets engulfed the two, her perched within crossed legs, his chin upon her hair. Her cerulean gaze concentrated on the film as the sweet scent of strawberries filled his lungs.

She came to him earlier that night in the midst of thundering skies; he was aware of her presence even before feeble knocking resounded.

She stood shivering,                lips quivering,                 teeth chattering,                     eyes glistening.

Immediately the poor girl waddled inside, throwing sodden clothes upon carpet with her breaths sharply drawn before wailing ensued, and Haku scooped her within the thick fabric of his happi, cradling her against him. He crooned to her, languidly ran his palm along her back, assured her that everything would be alright.

A warm bath was henceforth prepared, bubbles and all, and when she begged him to not leave, he complied with inherent empathy. They played together, facial hair and crowns of suds, laughing all the while, until her core temperature had regulated and she felt safe.

            He did not ask why she was alone in the rain, and she never said.

     Perhaps it was a tale too troubling to tell.

Instead, he dressed her in his robe once more and placed her on the bed, fluffing pillows and comforter until she ruled in a kingdom of bedding. She giggled, and he was content.

A sea of blankets engulfed the two, her perched within crossed legs, his chin upon her hair. Her cerulean gaze concentrated on the film as the sweet scent of strawberries filled his lungs.

Himawari seemed to enjoy what she observed―mimicking the fish princess, wriggling excitedly, clapping, laughing, and crying at all the right moments.

It was not before long the sweet child would express her somnolence, having worn herself out with the excitement of Ponyo. She turned in his lap so that her cheek lay soft against his breast, her frame beginning to convulse slightly. He felt her tears though his yukata and caught the slight tremor in her small voice as she professed, barely audible, “I don’t want to be left alone.”

And when she did, the anguish and the insufferable loneliness of his childhood did glass his eyes, and he held her that much closer, murmuring, reassuring, “Do not worry, Himawari-chan.. I will always be here for you..” for he knew well the pain of being unwanted. Unneeded. Unloved.

Never would he wish that emptiness, that suffering, upon anyone―especially a child.

“I don’t want to be left alone.”

                                                              ——————Neither did he.

[sacrificare]

"Hey there, Foxy Mama."

Quickly kneeling before her, palms were gently laid upon her shoulders.

“Sweet Himawari-chan,” he cooed, smoothing her hair against her cheek. “Where did you learn such an...interesting phrase?”

[sacrificare]

-waddling in, offers a bouquet of daisies- "Pretty flowers for a pretty girl!"

Evident surprise seized effeminate features, chestnut-coloured eyes following the child as she hobbled toward him with flowers in hand; however, a more benign expression took its place when presented with the simple bouquet.

Haku scooped the fabric of his yukata along the backs of his thighs as he crouched, dainty hands settling upon knees.

“Maa,” he began without bothering to correct her understandable misobservation. Slim fingers plucked but one daisy and brought it to his nose; he drew his breath with exaggerated display as if simply intoxicated by the aroma.

“These are quite lovely―did you pick them yourself, ojou-chan?”

[nejinojuukenpo-blog]

Here it Comes {Hima&Neji}

Neji tried not too look too put out as he walked down the sidewalk, balancing three plain bags of groceries. It wasn’t, after all, anyone’s fault but his own he was here. Choujirou had offered to come, but Neji had figured he passed this way often enough there was no need to put his room mate out.

But that was before he spent twenty minutes finding the other’s tea. What was wrong with maccha?

Shaking his head at the thought, Neji turned the corner just in time to see a small figure veneer toward a rather too-fast car. Swearing, he dropped his bags, darting forward to haul the black haired little girl back onto the sidewalk. Checking her over for any injuries, he very sternly turned her toward him.

“You cannot be out here alone if you do not know to watch the traffic,” he told her, one hand on her shoulder. Over the top her head he could see his groceries strewn about the sidewalk.

At least he hadn’t bought eggs.

“You must pay attention to your surroundings,” he added in a gentler tone. No need to channel Hiashi-sama in dealing with children. Or his grandfather, though he would have let her wander into traffic ‘as a lesson’.

[nejinojuukenpo-blog]

♡

♡ and my muse will cuddle yours

Despite common misconception, Neji did not actually hate or even mind children all that much. He didn’t feel much like he was any great authority on childhood, but he could handle them more or less well enough.

Even when a strange child came up to him and latched onto his leg, grinning.

“Hello,” he said, bemused. “I don’t think we’ve met.”

She continued to grin at him, highlighting the marks on her cheeks.

Have you met my son?

“You have mama eyes,” she told  him with authority, and Neji cocked an eyebrow despite himself, gently pushing her just enough so he could hunker down to her level. “They’re nice.”

“Thank you,” Neji said, cataloguing features, even when she latched onto him again, this time nearer his waist. Not wanting to frighten her off, he pat her head a few times. “However you shouldn’t hug strangers.”