#yuruse

[pururin]

[nikkxb]

If you’re still taking them: 39 + 99 for SasuSaku! (:

Fanfiction Trope Mash-Up || @yuruse Survival/Wilderness and Magical Accidents

Sasuke and Sakura wake up in the middle of a field one morning, the sun shining in a clear sky and some deer grazing near the trees. All things considering, it's a beautiful day.

They have no idea who they are.

They recognize each other, but there's a lot of information missing. Sakura knows Sasuke's name and knows that he gets under her skin so easily. Sasuke knows her name because he remembers some oaf yelling it through...a village? Somewhere. He also knows that he once loved to steer clear of the girl, but has found a kinship he can still feel.

They don't know where they are. They don't know how they got there. They don't recognize the weapons on their person or the symbols on their bands. First, they decide to find water. Surely, that would be most important and on their way, they discover little things -- but only about each other.

Sakura remembers that Sasuke has a green thumb as they pass through the brush, having successfully grown tomatoes around his home. She can't tell him where his home is or what it looks like, only about the tomatoes. When Sasuke slices his finger on a rose thorn, he remembers that Sakura can heal just by touching him. There's usually a green glow of sorts, but she can heal him...and she does.

They continue like this over the next few days, discovering memories one by one. It's not always happy and they fight. Oh, they fight. And it's not until lightning encompasses Sasuke's fist that he recalls her eyes widening in shock, pain, fear as he drives it in her chest.

They don't know how that happened, why he hurt her so, but there's a matching scar under her collarbone. Sakura finds scars along the bottom of Sasuke's feet and remembers driving spikes of hardened earth up, tossing him away from her.

Why were they fighting? Did they hate each other? Did they want to kill each other? So many questions, but first -- where is the blond man they both remember so fiercely, the one that hits them at the same time at the sight of a fox, but they can't recall his name?

[musaics]

“Does it suck coming here for you?” Karui asks the Hyuuga bluntly.  “You’re the girl Kumo tried to kidnap a long time ago, right?” 

Was that a weird way to start small-talk with the Konoha kunoichi Karui was to be working with? Probably.  Did Karui care or even have an inkling that this was inappropriate? Absolutely not.   She crosses her arms and looks out towards the mountainside.  There were about half-way to her village. Many stops had to be made so Hinata could adjust to altitude changes.

“Anyway.  You’re not gonna throw up, are you?” 

@yuruse​‘s Hinata! 

[peachmusesa]

yuruse asked: ‘  do u ever just look at someone and get annoyed  ’ ( sasuke to karin!)

“ i’ve seen suigetsu , yes. ”  obviously , sasuke. she’s not even really paying that much attention / she’s got everyone’s chakra in her mind / their locations marked / and is flipping through a book on the human psyche. “ who annoyed you this time ? ”

[nxtheromoved]

- - —★ ❰❰ @yuruse​ | s.c. ❱❱

𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐀 & 𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄

          ❝ YOU HAVEN’T LEFT YOUR OFFICE ALL DAY. I figured I should check on you. ❞  ( You have to take care of yourself, Sasuke. )  Fingers brush long pink strands away from her brow. Two bento, wrapped in a patterned cloth for easier transport, are placed upon the desk in front of him.  ❝ I made lunch for the both of us. Yours has extra onigiri. ❞

[godofame]

Every step Nagato took down the path was careful, cautious of all his surroundings. He had no choice but to be. Sensing powerful chakra, the sound of someone approaching... None of this meant much to the man once called god, but now, in this state, it was a nightmare. You’d never think this man was once the holder of the Rinnegan, a legendary Dōjutsu. Yes, once being the key word here... 

His world has since gone dark, whatever higher being out there clearly finding some kind of amusement in bringing him back after everything, and in such a state. There was no more sight, there was no more god-like power, all that was left behind was the blinded husk of a supposed dead man. Practically a walking corpse all over again. Chakra was his new “sight,” but it was a poor replacement, no matter how good of a sensor he was. But at least it was something.

Even trying to figure out where he was upon waking was trouble enough. He didn’t wish to draw attention to himself, so while walking down what seemed to be a main road, he listened to those around him. Now one of the greatest sources of information for him.

The Land of Wind, is it? He concluded as he gathered what he could from those traveling the same road. And from the sounds of it, not as close to the border of Amegakure as he’d like. That was his intended first stop. After all, he never did get to find out what happened to the village he ruled after his death. Not even what happened to Konan... Was she-

His thoughts were cut off at the presence of a powerful chakra, stopping him in his tracks and staring ahead to where the chakra was coming from. It took only a second for him to realize exactly whose chakra that was. Oddly nostalgic, even if for him it’d only been a week since he last spoke to him... He could never forget that chakra. How could he?

“... Naruto Uzumaki, is that you?”

[jemmashubbie]

@yuruse​                                   GAI.        for    obito.

❝    we’ve    met    before    .    .    ?    ❞               this  was  either  the  son  of  the  kind  dango  lady  .   .   .     or  has  he  been  assigned  to  a  mission  with  this  boy  once    ??     difficult  ,  difficult  .               ❝    hmm    .    .    .    no    ,    don’t    say    anything    .    .    .    ❞

[eyecanfixthat]

w/ Hinata || @yuruse​

“Well? Whatchu got?”

Shisui is halfway through his fifth set of assigned reading and halfway into his room from a nice, hot shower when Mangetsu insists on asking him for the answer to one of the clues in the day’s crossword puzzle. He’d been bugging him about the answers from outside the bathroom door, all throughout his shower, too.

A drop of water plops right on top of the paragraph he’s on, and Shisui hastily wipes at it, spreading the blob of water and consequent wrinkles in the paper over a much bigger area than intended. He looks up, thinking. “Give me a minute.”

“It’s been a hot minute—” And Shisui turns, takes two strides over to his room door and closes it right on Mangetsu’s face.

“Well, give me another.” He can hear grumbling on the other side and the tell-tale sliding and soft thud that follows: Mangetsu has planted himself outside his door. Again.

It’s quite early in the morning and neither of them have had any breakfast. Mangetsu, as usual, has grabbed the newspaper from their doorstep to fill out that puzzle. If they got the answers sent soon, they might make it to the winner’s list. Again.

This is routine. Shisui is used to it.

Shisui is also used to having his room window wide open. He liked having sunlight stream right into his room; something about everything in his room being touched by gold got him into the zone already at the start of the day. There was something about being bathed in the first caresses of a new day—something freeing, hopeful. It spoke to his avian clock (as Mangetsu called it). Whatever it was, it wasn’t unusual for him to stand there dripping wet just by the window in nothing but his towel.

But he’s dripping on his reading material and Shisui tosses the journal article off to a side so it lands neatly on the corner of his bed. “Eleven letters?”

This is routine. He’s so used to it that he doesn’t think twice about checking to see if there’s anyone at the window in the house next door. It’s been empty since they moved in, and he’s had nothing to worry about standing here, dripping in front of his room window.

He glances about the room for a spare towel, finds none, and simply unties the one around his waist so he can bring up to his head. “Try deleterious?”

And he’s there, standing in his birthday suit for all to see –though the window, thankfully, ends just below the V of his hips, barely obscuring the happy trail heading further down, but not technically putting him in the middle of a particular legal clause called indecent exposure. 

He’s busy rubbing that towel over his soggy hair when he notices movement from the corner of his eye and turns to look in the direction of the other window--