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[ pumping out replies tonight. got a lot to do. ]
Truth is always strange; Stranger than fiction.
Lord Byron (via feellng)
placid she had been placid the entire time as he spoke. Cocking a brow she inclined her head.
‘ Is that so? ’
“…--yes, so. Is this not true, Yugao-san?”
His remark took her by surprise, the corners of lips sagging from their small smile and eyebrows scrunched upward. Suspicious? –—no, had she greeted him improperly?! ‘Hi’ was definitely an acceptable form. Unless –no, no no— was he important?! Against fine, pale skin wrinkles darkened along her forehead as fretting intensified. Formalities were an art she learned young, and the moment she discarded what was arguably traditional Aburame garb [ oh, the first thing to go after senpai laid eyes on her; large goggles with the smoky, dark lens ( glasses did not conceal absurdly huge eyes, after all ), long coat with hood and the high collared shirt, drab pants, it was all an abomination of fashion, she quickly discovered ] she forsook manners, it seemed.
“——ABURAME SAYURI,” she blurted a little too instantaneously after he inquired. A small hand clamped over her mouth.
Nozomu— N o z o m u
wHY DIDN’T HE SHARE HIS FAMILY’S NAME?
Did he think this was a fucking game.
Wait, had she blinked at all in the past minute? ? ?
—————blinku.
Not that the act preserved a sliver of normalcy for her eyes, and if she was ever perfectly honest with herself, she was deathly afraid of missing something in that flicker of darkness.
“I don’t think I’ve seen you before.” Even if she had, she was a tad forgetful of faces that didn’t belong in the bingo book. “I apologise, I don’t go out often. –You are ninja, yes?” Her hand had only lowered at level with her neck, not straying terribly far should her tongue speak Stupidese again.
❧ In some form of bewilderment, his eyes widened and his mouth opened acutely. Her eyes, so bright and full of color – she was like a living and breathing dragon fly. She was different and Nozomu enjoyed different. If she was truly an Aburame, she would be like the rest – hosting the beetles – though from the feel of her chakra, she was eccentric and he wanted to study her. In a tattered lab coat and unique trousers, he walked to her with a sly grin on his expression. Hood hiding most of his facial build yet any sane person would feel as if they were getting sick.
“An Aburame? Of what breed?”
He asked in laughter, as he smelled of bleach and cleaning supplies. He kept a clean and thorough lab! And the smell would make anyone nauseous; as if he had bathed in it.
“I’ve never seen you before either. And yes, I am a ninja. Though of the medicinal kind. I’m always in my lab so…-- my apologies.”
The trouble is, you think you have time.
Buddha (via feellng)
Oh, he certainly wouldn’t argue with that, for this was hardly his field of expertise and nowhere near as interesting enough as it probably should be for him to even be in a position to question the man’s explanation, short it may have been, though he knew to value having received one at all well enough, and so all that left his throat was a thoughtful hum, an unswerving smile grazing his lips as his gaze wandered elsewhere. To the ground, to the sky. It wasn’t an everyday view, after all – at least to him, it wasn’t, which possibly was for the best, if that was how pilots customarily tended to handle their passengers. Not to say that the man was to blame, no. To be truthful, it was quite an understandable way of thinking. Yet, while this wasn’t exactly the inconvenient place he’d been talking about, it sure was inconvenient enough for him to not be overly inclined to take him up on that offer. Eyes returned to the back of the man in front of him, smile fading for a brief moment as his face fell blank, detached look replacing the former expression.
“— now. that is problematic, if only a bit, though it does go for both of us, I believe. if that were to happen, I wonder just who was to answer you.”
Because, ultimately, it was obviously the best solution to rid oneself of a current issue instead of taking all those small possibilities into account that might have been or may become if one ended things too quickly without much of a thought. There was no need to comment on that, however, as the Shinobi surely understood this better than he himself. Or should, at least, as weren’t an enemy’s surprise attacks that might’ve easily been uncovered by not simply going ahead and wiping out that first wave of foes a rather redundant thing? One would think.
although it was true; silence was just too much of a satisfying answer sometimes.
“—— well, luckily for me, I do not have any intentions of not giving a honest reply. It is barely a secret, after all.”,
he ended offhandedly, smile flowing smoothly back into place as though it had been there the whole time.
“You could call me a historian, if you must, only that I am not quite content with all these vague descriptions of events and prefer to see things for myself. Capture them, if possible, as I’m afraid, words tend to leave people’s minds all too quickly - though equally quick does a picture sicker in, which brings us to where the other half of my trade lies, both of it being precisely the reason for why I am here.“
“So, you’re documenting?”
❧ Nozomu asked, looking back at him again in question. A simple historian could not be too much trouble. Could he? All he was doing was taking down history and if anything, he agreed to what the traveler was doing it. The future generations deserve to know the truth of what happened. Yet, words are such powerful weapons. Should he let a foreigner write down the tribulations that the Leaf are facing? Let him write so that he can misconstrue words and twist them so vividly war could spark? No one needed any more bloodshed. Especially seeing as the Leaf are hardly in any shape to face any of the other Great Five.
Don’t depend too much on anyone in this world because even your own shadow leaves you when you are in darkness.
Ibn Taymiyyah (via feellng)
“Oh yeah? What kind of research?”
“Medicinal. Do wish to live a long, healthy life right?”
"…oh. Oh, I see." Oh boy. Maybe he didn’t want to know about that.
"Oh, a lab? That’s wonderful. Have you been making lots of progress? What are you researching?" He gave a pleasant smile. "I’m doing just fine. I’m sure you know, but I teach at the Academy now. It’s a little hectic, but I think it’s rewarding."
❧ To have a regular conversation was gratifying for Nozomu. At any rate, a success story for him. He hardly held conversation with anybody for long. Things usually got choppy at this point but not with Iruka. Iruka was much more calming and inviting. It made him want to talk.
“A lot of progress. Hopefully, I can change the face of known medicine and save everyone. At the rate I’m going, I could have a salve that can mend limbs.
An awkward chuckle escaped his lips.
“I’ve seen. I think you’re greatest success story as a teach has to be young Naruto. He’s become such an excellent shinobi.”
So he was noticed, after all. Piercing the skies in such a carefree manner; he should have expected this. Such negligent behavior was his undoing, it seems.
…No matter. It doesn’t bother him at all. Without making even the slightest effort to turn and face who had addressed him, the Uchiha begins to change once again. His current form slowly fades, becoming marks that recede until only the core at his neck is left.
「蛇」— ❝ …Get lost. ❞
❧ Just in assumption, that was infamous cursed seal created by Orochimaru. Nozomu remembered when Kakashi tried to remove a young Sasuke’s. It was a feat he could not perform. A laughter escaping his maw, it was manic – and sporadic. It made him seem crazed. But it him like lightning, this was young Sasuke.
“My, my, my! Sasuke, you’ve grown quite a bit. Still on a quest for power?”
In one moment I was feeling everything and I was feeling nothing.
Kami Garcia, Beautiful Creatures (via feellng)
He noticed the expression and felt a tiny smirk on his lips. He’d always been pleased when the young actually understood the purpose of his words, and this was hardly an exception. And someone that the clan hadn’t gotten to, either because they didn’t know or didn’t want the boy? Useful.
And pleasing.
Then again, his students and foundlings had always been his legacy, not his own kin. To him, perhaps blood ran a bit thinner with his values for his own family. “If you are Shimura, then you already seem to follow certain things that made them live a long time. Be useful, be still, learn to be unseen until you have something that will work in your favor. And if you aren’t Shimura…”
He tipped his head to the side, watching him. “You’ve proven to be worth the time even then.”
❧ Listening to the known remaining Shimura, Nozomu began to feel nauseous. Was it his chakra? Chakra so dark that it was bile? He felt it in his stomach and in anonymity, performed a genjutsu cancel just to be sure. Yet, that was not the case. Maybe it was feeling clansmen felt when they were near each other or maybe it was the latter after all. And what he needed right now was clean air before he puked all over the man that guided the shadows.
“…--worth the time?”
And from his coat, he pulled his mother’s prized possession and blew into it. From the orifices, a massive bird spawned to life; large enough to carry three Nozomu’s and began to flap its wings in the beginning of take off. Of course the villagers who were around found safety in panic. Before the bird flew away, he hopped onto it and spoke to the ‘one-eyed’ man.
“Well, I suppose I’m doing one hella job of remaining unseen. See, you didn’t know I even existed. I play the part of a Shimura quite well, don’t you agree?”
He yelled over the roaring wings in laughter before taking off. Unseen was the game and how long would it be before the last known Shimura found him again?
「蛇」— ❝ …… ❞
“…an Orochimaru test subject. May I take a look at you?”
"Oh, don’t let that bother you. Some people have remarkably poor memories, that’s all. Have you been well? It’s been a while, hasn’t it?" It didn’t bother him. Nozomu’s lack of facial expressions was something Iruka had gotten used to in their Academy days. If he recalled correctly (which he often did) he could remember having lunch with the guy a few times. Nice, if a little awkward.
“Maybe you’re right… -- I could fix that for them. You know.”
❧ Saying with a sly grin on his expression. He actually could improve someone’s memory; all he had to do was tap into the cerebral cortex and strengthen the blood flow to the hippocampus. Though, a lesson was not needed at the moment.
“I’ve been quite good actually. Lady Hokage has given me a lab to do research. And it has been a while. Almost thirteen years to be exact. How are you? Well, I hope.”
— - Brows knitted at the mans response. "Tch— I wasn’t complaining.”
Navy hues gazed at the battlefield before them and frowned. Blood, it was everywhere, ridden with evil and impurity. These men, all of them, were nothing but scavengers. In his eyes, they were blood thirsty people (if one would call them that) who sought for the satisfaction of cutting flesh. None of them held the humanity one should possess through times such as this one.
”Winning side, you say? It’s hardly winning when civilians are brought into the chaos.” Eyes narrow when he sees a boy not yet of age 8 get slashed throughs the throat by a machete. “Or are you going to say something heroic such as
— ’ It’s all for the greater good, ‘
“Huaaaahaaa! Are you blaming this chaos on me? I didn’t create this I just want to end it!”
❧ Crimson laced the streets of the small village that called Konoha for help. Buildings were set ablaze and from the sky, it turned the normally cerulean sky into a sunset. The young one who rode on his bird must have been knew to this kind of scene. In the same instance, that same kid getting his neck gouge was swallowed up by a bird of the same design as the one they rode. Nozomu was the medic assigned to this mission and in the mouth of the bird they rode upon was a slug provided by Hokage-hime herself. She supplied me with her chakra to heal the countless and he was doing so with relative ease. From the bird they rode on, smaller birds spawned to aid the wounded. Taking them up into their mouths and finding a perch to rest upon.
“What you’re seeing is me aiding in peace. And the reason why you’re up here is to keep enemy attacks from hitting me. I have to focus.”
He preached to the kid, turning to see his expression now. Hopefully he learned better to judge without knowing the full story. There was a reason why he was chosen to be the medic on this mission; his range. Besides the Hokage, no one has a medical range like he does and in a village attack that would surmount to a number of casualties, a medic with range is needed. It would be a shame if someone died because he was saving someone else. But it seemed he would not be able to do his job because the kid was not doing his own as Nozomu steered the massive bird out of the way of a fireball technique.
“Let me know now if you’re up for this kid. I have too many people counting on me up here.”