Indie rp blog for Yamato / Tenzo from Naruto.
Mutuals only. Sporadic activity; loves writing with original characters!
written by Chesh ( 24 years old )
tired of walking on eggshells pretending like i don’t care about shipping when i do actually. sue me but i crave romance and i think it’s fun to write. i WANT to ship my characters. i don’t care if our first interaction is setting the foundation for a plotted ship. the best part is this still doesn’t mean shipping is my main focus but god the purist culture the rp community has developed around shipping and painting it as some moderately taboo thing that you should only ever indulge at a strict minimum is so exhausting. ship with me.
She hissed it at him, Kabutowari’s cleaver being held out. She didn’t trust like that, not one bit. Not onlt was Do aggravated at herself, but the leaf nin currently trying to scoot in on her and her unfortunate victim.
“Struggle my ass. You don’t get into my position by struggling.”
It was almost like she stared him down from behind that mask before her cleaver went down on the neck of the body. Her hand roughly plucking her prize off the ground before it was bagged and hung off her scroll. After that the body was kick rolled off to Tenzo, her shoulders straightening back out.
“Is the leaf still sticking it’s nose where it’s not wanted? The hell are you even doing in this neck of the woods?!”
As the Cat watches the hunter nin mutilate the corpse, the wrinkles between his eye brows deepen underneath his mask. “Only a guilty mind talks like this. What are you afraid of?“ Still, his voice is low and void of color
“The Leaf is ensuring order and peace as usual. Hey-”, he shouts the last word abruptly, searches the other’s attention then continues in the same monotone voice. “Aren’t hunter nins taught to dispose of their targets in the very place they were killed?” Rushing his hands together, energy surges through his body, prompting cracking pillars of wood to emerge from the ground and tiding over the body until the corpse is fully covered. Then the earth swallows the executed body as a whole. “There. I cleaned up for you.“ Now for the head...
@sun-flowerfields asked: ❛ do you think even the worst person can change…? That everybody can be a good person, if they just try? ❜
“Yes, if there’s a change of heart, I believe any person can be a good person. My question is if they deserve a chance. What do you think? Do they?“ His intonation is casual, the query tentative. Gazing down, it appears his black eyes are closed, though at close proximity one caught Tenzo peeking at his counterpart.
@fightingdreamcrs asked: ❛ the things we lost will always be heavier than the things that stayed. ❜ [ kakashi! ]
The things we lost… Tenzo stiffened lightly, his expression unchanged. Kakashi was talking about them, wasn’t he? About her… Did he miss them after all this time so desperately? Why now? Memories of Kakashi sharing deep thoughts with Tenzo were scarce, if existent. The last time he felt he caught a glimpse of the Hatake’s soul, his maroon hair fell under his shoulder blades and he was called by another name. Years had passed since then. Years of silence.
That hollow ache in one’s chest, the hole that was ripped into one’s heart by a person’s absence- yes, it was familiar. Familiar yet less painful because it was not death that separated him from them. Or maybe that was what made it more painful. Tenzo sighed. He was 25. Too old to bemoan his past. Too old to play Kakashi’s games. Too old for any of this. “I know,” he exhales deeply. “It’s impossible to compete with the dead. One can get over it or not to. I, for one, have accepted that somethings will never go back to the way they were before.”
death was not the cowards answer. daiten knew, just as yamato had known, that those within the foundation fought for their right to live and die. but it was odd, although relieving to hear that she wasn’t alone in feeling that way. she nods, listening intently to what he had to say.
“ i don’t think i want to die like this. ” all she can do is hope that yamato wouldn’t tell danzou, or masato that ; as admitting that she’d wanted freedom feels like a betrayal to everything she’d known. “ is there any way to not go out like this, do you think ? “
For as long as Kinoe remembered, he had gazed at death in a haze of kunai clashing when adrenaline run high, or in the loneliness of his own company. Hollow screams, wide eyes and the taste of metal colored his dreams. Tenzo, however, rarely dreamed and death was an old acquaintance he had long lost touch with. In Daiten’s scarlet eyes, Yamato catches the reflection of his own, if only for a second.
“I am the evidence,” he replies after a moment of hesitation. Yamato is not sure he deciphered her words correctly. On the back of his tongue, he can sense the imprints of Danzo’s seal sizzling softly; a reminder of who he was. Who he is. And who she is. Thus, he shrouds his words in vagueness. “It is difficult to know what to want when one doesn’t have options to choose from. And it can be disturbing when one’s set values are challenged. Take Naruto and Sakura, for example. Learning that their friend intentionally turned against everything they believed in, was a heavy blow to their perception of reality. I think it is perfectly fine to not know what to want or what to believe and to take one’s time to figure it out. What do you think about that?”
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This is super sweet of you ❤️ This character was created for my personal entertainment, not to make whole lot of sense. She has existed in my head for a couple of years and changed depending on where I want her to fit in the lore.
The premise is to have a character that is not poisoned by the Konoha devotion ideology, although she falls into it for a little while. Due to an isolated childhood, she doesnt learn about politics until her teen years and processes it more critically, kind of like Naruto, except she is socially underdeveloped and takes until much later to understand her own identity. For a while, she takes her designated role of serving the village, but comes to the conclusion in her 20s that she wants to retreat from duty.
I havent figured out what to do with her then. Either she isn’t allowed to retreat, then she goes rogue or she is allowed and lives a quiet boring life but I’m not happy with either outcome so far. More backstory under the cut...Someday, I’ll develop her more and figure out a decent personality.
The current version is tailored to cross paths with Tenzo, which requires a little twist, which is the most cringe aspect about her: she is also a survivor of Orochimaru’s Hashirama experiments that was obducted, taken in and trained by some younger guy instead of Danzo prior to his arrival in the cave. She doesnt remember any of it. Her name is Kin.
This man who takes her in is a bit of a possessive nutcase, isolates her from other people, but treats her otherwise ok. To her, he is a big brother and she is very attached. He makes her entire life purpose being a shinobi and becoming a skilled asset. Consequently, she is antisocial and ruthless as child with exception of her guardian. When Kin gets older and contact with others is inevitable (genin/chunin exams), there is a moment where the mask slips and he goes berserk. She kills him in self-defense. She never gets over the guilt, the treason and the break of trust. From there on, there is a conscious effort to integrate her into the village by the administration of the academy. She is very quiet and unemotional but softer and awkward instead of aloof, stands out by solid taijutsu and chakra control but is an incompetent team player. She learns to become more communicative and opens up during her teen years.
I picture her having a technique where she hits chakra points and paralyses her opponents muscles temporarily without causing damage like Tai-Li in atla
One day, she is called into office. Tenzo is there. He is ordered to teach her a simple mokuton jutsu. It seems like a preposterous task. It is explained that there has been leads that suggest there were more than one survivor of Orochimaru’s Experiments. Although no one believes in this story, Kin and Tenzo leave to a distant terrain to follow the command. After several weeks of seemingly wasting chakra, Kin succeeds in creating a littly woody element from the ground. She is shocked, deeply disturbed. To her, it means the man she considered a big brother only took her in to instrumentalise her. A world collapses. Tenzo, seeing her distressed, offers some kind words.
In the following years, she needs to figure out her own aspirations and feelings, uncoupled from the man that raised her. Kin continues her way to Anbu and excercises her mokuton jutsu because of the value to the village. For this purpose, she keeps in contact with Tenzo for guidance and advice. Through frequent encounters and conversation, they grow familiar with each other and build some sort of trust, though it is not suffcient for friendship. They are rarely send on missions together bc of the risk of losing both mokuton users. During a rare exception, the proximity during the mission sparks feelings in Kin for Tenzo and subsequently she searches for more personal and intimate contact. He is wary and neutral at first and doesn’t reciprocate her feelings instantly.
After several years of introspection, Kin comes to the decision that she no longer wishes to serve a system she doesn’t understand
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