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[kyugens]

He didn't need much more than that to assume he was right about the Akatsuki being on her tail, regardless of her statement that she'd lost them for the time being – if Gaara was being honest, he didn't think that to be the case at all. But there was no use in debating her abilities to lose the mercenary group whatsoever. Especially not if that meant she could be offended and run away again. She's a Jinchuuriki. Gaara, more than anyone, knows what this means, so he allowed a smile to fully bloom as he watched her wings glowing lightly and changing hues. Fascinating.    “ Thank you. I'd hate to leave you here knowing they might show up again. It's safer if we go to the village, we'll be better prepared in case they find out where you are. ” He was rushing this, but the sooner they got to the village, the quicker he'd be able to contact the Hokage – her input on how they should proceed was of the utmost importance. So with no further warning besides the distinct noise of the sand leaving the gourd, he too stepped up on the sandy foundation underneath their feet. Gaara offered her his hand to hold, head tilting to the side – he had no way of knowing she wouldn't just fly away, but this gesture indicated that he bore no ill intentions more than it was a personal guarantee – Fuu can trust him.    “ Shall we? ” — @writemuse's fuu – cont. from here

[wasmaitiest]

tsunade  may  already  hear  the  rapid,  thunderous  footsteps  &&  guess  who  they  belong  to.      the  two  guards  posted  outside  tried  to  tell  the  taijutsu  master  that  he  couldn’t  just  enter  like  that,  but  even  behind  the  closed  doors  you’d  hear  the  sound  of  two  people,  ANBU  NO  LESS,  being  violently  shoved  aside,  sliding  down  the  nearest  wall.       gai  swings  the  door  open,  there’s a  wild  look  on  his  face.     

❝ he  came  home  &&  had  a  nervous  breakdown,  reeking  of  blood,  he  called  himself  a  monster  for  for  an  hour  before  i  could  calm  himself  down  enough  for  him  to  stop  cursing  himself!! ❞         there’s  no  need  to  ask  who  gai  talked  about.      lee’s  finally  sleeping  now,  he  had  returned  from  an  S  rank  mission  this  morning,  before  sunrise.    it  was  a  miracle  that  gai  had  waited  for  a  less  ungodly  hour  to  barge  into  tsunade’s  office.        ❝ what  must  happen  for  him  to  get  out  of  the  enviroment  that’s  killing  him!!  tell  me  what  i  have  to  do  to  get  him  out  of  there!! ❞        he  fears  for  his  son,  the  trauma  &&  darkness  eating  at  lee’s  heart  could  hurt  him  like  any  external  foe  could  &&  gai  had  no  proper  way  of  fighting  it  as  long  as  lee  remained  in  the  root.        @writemuse​        for  tsunade.    from  gai.

[wasmaitiest]

dare  he  say  him  and  the  other  lee  became  friends.      lee  became  complacent  with  this  konoha,  so  deep  under  the  hokage’s  nose  that  the  anbu  could  make  no  move  to  recruit  the  jinchuriki.       naturally  the  village  was  interested  in  lee’s,  too  convenient,  abilities,  but  for  now  they  seemed  to  be  satisfied  with  watching  the  jonin’s  every  step.      he’s  not  assigned  to  missions  yet,  he  has  more  freetime  than  he  had  in  years       only  every  now  &&  then  was  he  summomed  to  ibiki  to  see  if  the  head  of  the  interrogation  unit  could  break  him.      TOUGH  LUCK  TO  THEM.

the  only  thing,  person,  who  could  break  the  jinchuriki  was  the  one  lee  avoided  like  the  plague.     he  felt  something  harsh  clench  in  his  chest  whenever  he  spotted  this  world’s  gai,  even  the  mere  mention  of  his  name  drained  the  color  from  lee’s  face.

gai  &&  lee  loved  each  other  dearly,  he  could  tell  from  the  way  his  brother  talked  about  his  sensei.    but  that’s  all  he  ever  called  the  taijutsu  master,  as  familiar  as  their  bond  surely  was,  this  world’s  gai  never  adopted  him.    something  about  that  knowledge  hurt  more  than  it  should.    regardless  of  his  other  self,  lee  was  still  MAITO  LEE,  the  son  of  maito  gai.     

lee’s  blood  turns  to  ice  water  when  he  spies  the  much  too  familiar  frame  &&  the  way  the  other’s  voice  sounds.     this  man  is  wearing  his  father’s  face,  but  he  knows  nothing  of  what  they  went  through  together.         bandaged  hand  fumbled  with  his  scarf,  a  nervous  habit  of  his.        ❝ good  day... ❞  

❝       sensei?? ❞          @writemuse​       PLOTTED.     for  gai.