RULES & MUSES for WEAPONWIELD : A NARUTO MULTIMUSE FT. MINATO, KANKURO & SHISUI.
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hello ! my name is danny & i use they/them pronouns. if this cannot be respected or if you do not respect trans and non-binary identities, then you will be blocked.
all my muses are queer-identified and i will make them transgender at the drop of a hat, so help me.
i’d still like to ship with theses dudes. there is so much to explore of romance and love and friendship and family ( although i do not write explicit sex ).
i am still in-progress watching the show for the first time, but i know the gist of what happens throughout both series (minus boruto) bc of cultural osmosis. i don’t need spoilers tagged for me, but i ask for patience if i don’t know all the details about something. i’m stuck on the war arc atm.
hey y’all having a Tough Time being here so I’m thinking of moving the Best Boys (shisui & kankuro top priority, maybe minato also?) to a multi-fandom multi to get some variety.
I wish it were possible to find content of itachi and shisui being close like brothers but it is Impossible bc freaks on the internet want them to f**k
I'm sorry that you apparently felt "tortured" by my behavior. I personally love experimental research chemicals and would enjoy being force fed them while locked in a windowless cell but I can see how someone with a less positive additude might not enjoy that. Anyway sorry I guess. I hope you can get over your close mindedness since it's clearly a source of pain in your life.
JUST a reminder that my shisui is au ! i think that’s pretty aparent by the fact that he is ALIVE, but. there are some story elements that i feel are important to how i write shisui ! so please, if you haven’t read my info page for him, please do so !
he should be dead. shisui doesn’t know where he is, but he knows he should be dead.
he’s never been a particularly good sensor - he’s relied on his sharingan for far too much, far too long - but now, without it ( he brushes past this. he needs to focus on the next threat, on survival. mourning is a waste of the precious, borrowed time he’s already living on ) he’s in the dark. a clear mind eludes him now, foggy with pain and disorientation, and he struggles to make sense of the sensations against his own skin. they come, slowly: bandages pressed against the wounds where his eyes once were, somewhere soft to rest, and the dull ache of the aftermath of life-saving healing jutsu coursing through his veins. he’s alive, and someone has saved him. but why?
this poses a problem, one that places him in a danger potentially greater than death. shisui strains to get a read on the area, looking for danzo’s chakra ( the memory of it makes him sick, he’d know it instantly. too close, suffocating, killing him. he very nearly killed him ) and comes up empty. there’s … something nearby, so he isn’t out of the clear yet, but its fuzzy to him. shinobi instinct, drilled into him since childhood, prevents him from staying still very long. sishui is unsteady, dizzy, sore all over, but he pushes himself up and tries to stumble out of bed, into some sort of standing position. he needs to keep moving, he’s always been told, or he’ll die.
a hand clings to his bedside to keep upright, but it’s difficult. when shisui tries to move from the bedside ( to search the room for a medical instrument that could make a decent weapon, or an escape route ), his knees buckle under the weight. it’s too soon, he’s too hurt, too exhausted from being pulled from the brink of death. shisui reaches out in a panic to find something to catch him, but he knocks into the bedside table he didn’t know was there, sends its contents to the ground with a clatter. shit. shit. footsteps down the hall let him know whoever has saved him can hear, knows he’s awake now ( and if his rescue was not a kindness after all, then this is where he surely meets a fate worse than death ) and they’re moving towards him.
a mass of chakra enters the room and it surprises him how familiar it feels. “itachi?” his cousin’s name slips out in his haze. he’s not yet well, shisui is beginning to realize, and perhaps this spark of familiarity is his own delirium. his mind moves sluggishly, his body aches, he feels too warm, too cold, he can’t support his own weight. and yet he forces himself to stand, attempts to prepare himself for a fight. still, something hopeful is stirred by the feeling of kin as it enters the room. his voice comes out weaker than he expects it, raspy, like he’s only just woken up from a long sleep. “itachi - is that you?”
Or more specifically, “two characters who have been sparring or in combat training together and almost kiss at the end of their practice fight”. As requested ! Feel free to make any changes.
“Is that the best you can do?”
“I won’t go easy on you.” / “I’ll go easy on you.” / “Quit going easy on me.”
“Hit me with your best shot.”
“You need to do better if you want to meet your goal.”
“I’ve been wanting to kick your ass all week.”
“Is this necessary?”
“Try again.”
“You’re pissing me off.” / “If you’re mad, why don’t you use your anger? Beat me at least once.”
