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khposting · 3 years

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it's time for my peronal ranking of the kh1 worlds

been thinking a lot about all the worlds in kh1 recently. kh1 has a very neat little dream-like charm to it that i don’t think any other game has ever really captured since. so i decided to rank all 13 worlds in the game! what are my criteria? fuck if i know! whatever the wind tells me! wait hold on there’s how many worlds nomura you conniving bi

13 - Atlantica

KH1's swimming controls are such a joke. I was gonna write more, but actually, I think that works.

12 - Deep Jungle

Yeah okay this is not surprising anyone. Deep Jungle is notorious for how much backtracking has to be done in it. It really is just a slog of a world, but hey, at least the music is good.

11 - Monstro

Really not a fan of Monstro. All of the rooms look the same and the layout is needlessly confusing. It's pretty quick, though, so it's a bit more tolerable than Deep Jungle. Getting High Jump is pretty nice, as well.

10 - Wonderland

Wonderland just feels really rushed to me. I'm not a fan of the boxy design of the rooms, and the total lack of voice acted cutscenes isn't great. Also, it just makes no sense story-wise? Like, okay, I know that I'm beating a dead horse, but like, why the fuck is ALICE (not a princess) a PRINCESS OF HEART when ARIEL (a princess) ISN'T? And on top of that, if Alice IS a Princess of Heart and Ariel ISN'T, then WHY is Ursula in Maleficent's Panel Of Villains™ but the Queen of Hearts ISN'T??? WHAT THE FUCK????

9 - The End of the World

The End of the World is really cool in concept, and aesthetically really cool. However, it being so linear makes it kinda...mmboring. Fighting Chernabog caught me super off guard and was fucking awesome, though.

8 - Neverland

"You're stupid!"

7 - Olympus Coliseum

Olympus Coliseum is really fun for all the cups and cool fights (and, of course, Sephiroth), but its just so small and inconsequential that I honestly didn't even realize that there was a keyhole in this world until my second playthrough.

6 - Agrabah

Agrabah is pretty cool! Aladdin was one of my favorite movies as a kid, so I have a big soft spot for Agrabah. It definitely has its flaws, the Cave of Wonders is kind of annoying with the pits, but fighting Genine Jafar in some fucking hellish abyss? So good. Love it.

5 - Destiny Islands

While I personally find it to be a bit boring, Destiny Islands is just so important to Kingdom Hearts and is such a pretty location that I couldn't bring myself to put it any lower. Such a thematically important world.

4 - 100 Acre Wood

Everything Winnie the Pooh says melts my heart. Also Bounce-O-Rama is a banger and criminally slept on

3 - Traverse Town

I fuckin love Traverse Town. So warm. So homey. Such nice music. So surreal. I love it.

2 - Hollow Bastion

Controversial, yes, but don't get it twisted - Hollow Bastion is still incredible. Absolutely gorgeous. I love the Rising Falls. The thing that holds it back for me, though, is the section in the beginning when you don't have the Keyblade. I get that it's thematically appropriate and interesting in the story, but, like...I just wanna play the game! And I don't really use magic because I'm a little dumb dumb baby man! Other than that, though, an absolutely stellar world.

1 - Halloween Town

YEEAHHHH BITCH YOU ALREADY FUCKIN KNOW AAHHHAHAHAHAHAHA

Alright, full transparency: The Nightmare Before Christmas was my favorite movie for a long, long time, and it still is one of my favorite movies. So I'm definitely very biased. But, I mean, can you blame me, though? The aesthetic! The outfits! The music! The first Oogie boss fight kinda sucks, but the one where you fight the mansion merged with Oogie? That's fucking awesome!! It's just so cool! It's so fucking cool!! Best KH1 world!!!!!!

....and that's it! That's all 13 worlds ranked! Would you believe me if I told you this took me like 2 hours? It's almost 5am now! I am very tired! Uh I'm not gonna do this for COM because 1. i never finished it 2. its like. the same set of worlds and 3. by the game's very nature the worlds don't really have level design so. i cant really make judgements on them. but i will do kh2! because that game fucks! okay im gonna go to bed now because i have class tomorrow! bye bye!!

#kingdom hearts #kh1 #traverse town #hollow bastion #destiny islands #atlantica #halloween town #agrabah #100 acre wood #olympus coliseum #end of the world #neverland #woinderland #monstro #deep jungle

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raendown · 4 years

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I almost forgot today was the start of @narutorarepairweek! This is my entry for the day 1 prompt the moment love hits.

Pairing: SakuraHinata Word count: 2149 Rated: G Summary: Pink is a color that represents many things. Friendship, affection, harmony, love, all of these things and more, all of them perfect for the one who stole her heart. Hinata never imagined that a feeling like this could ever be hers.

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Pink

It took hours of walking and a dozen different shops to find the perfect gift. Hinata was glad she’d come out early today, although the guilt still weighed quite heavily that she hadn’t been able to get out and buy anything before now. Usually she was the sort of person to be ready with gifts well in advance but her genin team had been running her ragged these days and time had been slipping past faster than she realized lately. She’d already made seven different mental notes just this past week to thank Kurenai-sensei the next time she saw her old teacher.

When she finally spotted the figurine it was as though her ancestors were guiding her, turning her round and bidding her to look at just the right angle to spot the last item tucked in behind a row of novelty teddy bears. Her hand was moving almost before the rest of her caught up and a moment later she was holding a beautiful porcelain figurine of a rose pink cat, elegant and feminine, yet the beautiful green eyes spoke to her of a certain fierceness. It was perfect. This was just the sort of gift she’d spent the last several hours looking for.

The rest of the shop was surprisingly empty so Hinata made her way to the front counter unhampered. As she set the figure down with careful hands she noticed a sign hanging just behind the bored cashier and smiled.

“Hello,” the man greeted her in a dull voice. “Did you find everything alright today?”

“Yes I did, thank you. Ah, I’m sorry to be of any trouble but I see you offer gift wrapping?”

“Bag or box?”

Shifting her weight back and forth, Hinata gave that some careful consideration. “I would like it in a box, please.”

The cashier nodded and brought out a sheet of thick paper to wrap the item before pressing it inside a small cardboard box. He pointed out a selection of wrapping paper and waited with an empty expression until she chose one with a design of blue and green balloons. In just a couple of minutes he was handing over a beautifully wrapped present for which Hinata handed him back the right change with a small tip that she hoped would brighten his day.

After making sure the gift was tucked away safely in her admittedly oversized purse she checked her watch and gasped, hurrying out of the shop and down the street so fast her hair blew out behind her like a handkerchief waving in the wind. She hadn’t realized it was so late already!

Luckily the streets weren’t nearly as busy now as they had been earlier when she began her shopping. Hinata was able to make it across town in record time, just fast enough to pause on her friend’s doorstep and smooth her hair back down before knocking on the door at precisely six o’clock, exactly when she’d promised she would arrive.

Sakura’s welcoming smile as she opened the door was like a ray of golden sun doing its best to outshine all the rest. As it always did the sight took Hinata’s breath away and left her with nothing but a tiny squeak to give in response. The kind soul that she was, all Sakura did was chuckle a few times and lean in to brush Hinata’s cheek with a gentle kiss, generous enough not to comment on the blush that rose in the wake of such blatant affections.

“I’m glad you’re here,” she murmured.

“Well I promised,” Hinata reminded her. “I…I like spending time with you.”

The two of them traded bashful looks before a young voice called for Sakura’s attention inside and she beckoned Hinata in as well. After nearly a year of pining in silence, believing with all her heart that such a wonderful person could never return her feelings, it was still a shock for Hinata to realize that Sakura did. It had already been a handful of months since that first date filled with nervous laughter and shy smiles and still she woke some mornings wondering if this had all been just a wonderful dream.

“Mama where’s my red jumper? I wanna wear my red jumper!” A tiny face with wide black eyes peered around the corner.

“It’s in the wash, sweetie.”

“But I wanna wear it!” Delicate eyebrows furrowed with childish temper and Hinata bit her cheek to hold in a smile at the sight of Sarada stomping her foot. At four years old she already had enough attitude and independence to rival either of her parents.

Sakura, however, was a good enough mother to take it all in stride. “Perhaps you should have thought about that before you covered yourself in soy sauce yesterday. I’m afraid you’ll just have to wear something else. What about that pretty blue one?”

Eyes narrowed in thought, Sarada weighed her options. A few seconds passed before she apparently decided to forgo having a temper tantrum. Instead she blinked rapidly in Hinata’s direction and then disappeared back around the corner where they could hear her little feet patter away towards the bedrooms, ostensibly to find a different jumper.

“I hope you don’t mind if Sarada joins us for dinner,” Sakura called over one shoulder, walking back towards the kitchen. “Naruto was supposed to watch her for the night but something came up at the office and he’s going to be in a meeting with the elders until well after her bedtime.”

“That’s okay, I don’t mind,” Hinata assured her.

“Are you positive? This was supposed to be a nice romantic night for just us.”

“No really, it’s fine!” Slipping off her shoes, she hurried forward without removing purse or coat, following her partner in to the kitchen and meeting Sakura’s eyes with a gentle expression. “I like spending time with both of you – and I was hoping to see her anyway.”

Sakura gave her a curious look but her question was interrupted as Sarada marched back in to the room with all the bold swagger of a model on the catwalk. Odd as it was to see her in any color but her very favorite she did look very nice in blue. And it appeared that she had realized this, making an obvious effort to do a fancy walk as she modeled the pretty outfit she’d chosen to attend dinner in. Hinata clapped her hands appreciatively while Sakura only rolled her eyes with a chuckle.

“You look lovely,” Hinata told her. To her delight Sarada dropped a very off-center curtsy.

“Thank you!”

“I’m glad you’re here; I have something for you.”

With no further prompting Sarada zoomed across the tile floor to hug her around the knee. “Presents!?”

“Just the one. Yesterday was your birthday, wasn’t it? Sorry I didn’t give it to you then. I tried to get us back from our mission in time but Miho-kun wanted to stop and look at some rare insects and I just couldn’t tell him no. I’m afraid he’s too much like his uncle.” Hinata tried for an apologetic smile as she pulled the gift out of her purse and held it out.

Clearly she was forgiven for her tardiness if the squeal Sarada let out was anything to go by. Wrapping paper went flying carelessly in every direction until the birthday girl was left holding a teeny pink cat that stared up at her with graceful nonchalance. Waiting to hear what she thought was absolute torture, not one of them speaking or even moving for several minutes, until finally Sarada carefully pressed the figurine to her chest with dark eyes wet and shining.

“It’s perfect!” she declared. “I love it! It’s like Mama but as a cat!”

“That’s why I liked it too.” Hinata’s lips curled in a relieved smile only to part with a dawning blush as she realized what she had just said. Gaze snapping up, she needed only a single glimpse of the look on her partner's face before looking away again, heart thundering with nerves in her chest.

“Mama look! Look! Won’t this go perfect on my windowsill? I’m going to put it there right away!” In a flash the little princess was gone just as quickly as she had come in to the room.

This time being alone with Sakura felt so much more precarious and Hinata desperately wished that she had a reason to call Sarada back in to the kitchen. She kept her eyes on the floor in the silence that followed, resisting the urge to fold down under the weight of the stare she could feel from over by the stove. The more time passed without either of them saying anything the more flustered she grew, wondering just how much of a fool she’d just made of herself. It had only been a few dates after all. They weren’t all that serious. Had she overstepped some sort of boundary that she hadn’t known about?

Soft footsteps approaching nearly made her flinch. If it weren’t for the years of hard work that had gone in to improving her self-confidence she would have turned tail and run or simply fainted dead away on the spot. It was, she would realize a few moments later, lucky that she did neither.

“You didn’t have to get her anything,” Sakura murmured softly.

“It really wasn’t much.”

“I...didn’t even realize you knew when her birthday was.”

Hinata shuffled nervously. “You mentioned it a couple of months ago and I know I should have started looking for a better gift much sooner but I just always seemed to be busy! Next year I promise that I’ll be more prepared. Do you really think she likes it? I could–”

Whatever other nonsense was about to spill from her mouth was lost to the tender press of pink lips against her own. Hinata sighed and tilted her head instinctively for a better angle. When they parted she found her head fuzzy with bliss in a way that happened all too often around this incredible woman. Sakura smiled, her eyes as wet and shining as her daughter’s had been.

“I love you,” she whispered. Hinata’s jaw fell open. “I know that it’s probably much too soon but- oh I don’t care. I don’t! You listen to me, you remember the little things and the big things, you’re so good with Sarada and she likes you too! Please don’t freak out! And don’t feel obligated to say it back just because I did! No rush! No pressure! I just…I had to say it. Do you know what you do to me?” Sakura lifted one hand to stroke the lines of Hinata’s jaw, reaching out with the other to steady her when she trembled.

“You give me too much credit.”

“No, love, I really don’t.”

“I…I love you too!”

Once more Sakura paused to stare at her but this time Hinata understood that look of awe. She felt quite the same to know that her feelings were returned.

A moment later she had been gathered in to strong arms and her girlfriend was kissing her as though the world were ending around them and Hinata really had no problems with that. Because she also understood the feeling of that moment when your own heart comes crashing down on you and the realization hits that your world would never be the same again. Poets had been trying to capture love in words for centuries. Standing outside of a rundown café with the sun in her eyes watching this woman before her greet one of her young patients with a smile, Hinata had known then that love could never be explained, only felt, cherished, protected at all cost – and most importantly shared.

“Is this too soon?” Sakura whispered, pulling away only far enough to breathe her words across Hinata’s lips.

“No. I don’t think so. Um, it feels right to me.”

Sakura graced her with a smile so bright she could have rivalled Naruto with it. “It feels right to me too.”

From the other side of the house they could hear Sarada squealing over how cute her new figurine looked next to the plants that already lined her windowsill and Hinata thought to herself that surely she would never feel this happy again, this content. It was hard to imagine how anything could be more perfect than holding Sakura close and feeling love brushing against her skin over and over knowing that in only a few minutes Sarada would return and the three of them would sit down for dinner together in a way she had hoped for yet never dared to presume until now.

As a family.

Hinata could think of no family she would ever love more than the ones who had chosen her as surely as she had chosen them.

#rae writes #narutorarepairweek2020 #sakuhina #hinata #sakura #sarada #fanfiction

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britishassistant · 4 years

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But I Like One Piece (12)

There’s too many tripwires, tangled and snarled, waiting to ensnare them with every movement.

Uchiha’s clearly had practice navigating this web, stepping sure-footed from one indistinguishable “safe” area to the next.

The rest of them aren’t nearly as experienced.

Kiba hops into the “safe” zone Shikamaru just vacated. He stumbles forward an inch too far.

A wire twangs.

It feels like slow motion, watching the wire pull on another and that tug another, all the way to an abandoned kimono shop filled with piles of abandoned knives, kunai, and shuriken, which Hinata’s frozen in front of.

Pwack.

The last wire drifts harmlessly to the ground from where it snapped under the stress, the detonator left unactivated.

She heaves out a breath she hadn’t known she’d been holding, bracing her hands on her suddenly weak knees.

“Uh...whoops?” Kiba says, scratching the back of his head. He then yelps when Akamaru begins gnawing on his hand with his sharp little teeth as everyone complains at him at once.

“Be more careful, dog breath!!” Ino screeches, shaking a fist. “Don’t you know how bad it could’ve been if—”

Chouji shifts backwards, away from Ino’s yelling.

A wire twangs.

This one doesn’t snap harmlessly.

She doesn’t quite remember moving. She just sees Chouji’s scared face, staring in dismay at the projectiles racing towards him as the boom resonates in her bones.

She grabs him, twists his head down and away, trying to cover as much of him as she can, feels another arm grab her dress—

Pain burns across her shoulder blades.

She can’t quite bite down on her scream.

It hurts, it hurts, oh dear Merry, it hurts!!

She tries to keep herself standing despite how much she wants to collapse into a little ball and sob, telling herself she’s had worse than this, it isn’t that bad, she was shot in her last life for the love of Sunny.

The way her back burns like it’s been set aflame is a pretty good counterargument to that though.

She blinks hazily down at Chouji who, aside from looking like he’s going to cry, seems to be unharmed.

Good. That’s good.

But she seems to have shifted sideways from her original position—?

The grip on her dress loosens.

Ino tilts forwards, whimpering, several needle-like projectiles embedded in her lower back, wet blood beginning to spread across the yellow of her shirt.

Chouji’s face grows even paler as she lands on his shoulder and begins to slant towards the ground.

She grabs the blonde girl by the shoulder and pulls her up to lean against her shoulder, gritting her teeth against the flare of pain the increase in weight brings.

“INO-CHAN!!” Sakura screams, sounding more scared than she’s ever heard her.

“Haruno, don’t move.” Shino barks, the buzz of his insects audible even from their position. “Why? Because another explosion could endanger their lives beyond any hope of rescue.”

Sakura stops short, eyes wide and watery, staring at their little trio like that could somehow transport her to them.

“I-I’m fiii–iiiine!” Ino blubbers against her neck, hands alternately tightening and loosening on her and Chouji’s clothes. “Don’ w-worry, a-a-a Yama-ma-n’ka d-does-doesn’t—”

Her sentence devolves into a pained wail, shoulders hitching with sobs.

She tries rubbing small circles into the crying blonde’s upper back to soothe her, tearing her gaze away from the dripping red shirt to stare up at the ruin of a grocery store that now resembles a structurally unstable pincushion.

“Ino...” Chouji says, voice trembling dangerously. “Mayu-chan...I-I’m so-sorry—”

“S’not your fault, Chouj.” She weakly tries to smile. “Not letting you get hurt.”

“Y-yeah.” Ino sniffles. “We’re go-gonna be Ino-Shika-Cho. ‘S my job t-to keep you-you numbskulls safe.”

Chouji’s eyes take on a watery shine, and he begins hiccuping dangerously.

Oh Chopper, no. A crying Ino, she can manage, but if Chouji joins in there’s no way she’ll be able to hold back the waterworks herself.

With her luck, they’ll end up setting off another tripwire and dying because their vision was impaired by tears.

Shikamaru lets out a huff, posture tense. “Stop being so troublesome. Chouji, are you hurt?”

“I-I’m fine!” He calls back, sniffing loudly and scrubbing at his eyes.

“Think you can carry Ino?” Shikamaru shouts.

Chouji nods, determined. He shuffles around very carefully, eyes fixed on the wires still surrounding them, until she can carefully maneuver Ino off her shoulder and onto his back in a piggyback carry.

Ino whimpers as the position change shifts the needles in her back.

“Do I go forward or back?” Chouji calls.

“Go back!” Kiba yells. “Blondie and Dead-Fish-Eyes need a doctor!!”

She cranes her head to look over her shoulder instead of physically turning.

It’s an awfully long way to the door of the compound.

And, aside from the spot where Lee’s standing, she has no idea where any of the past “safe zones” are.

“How can we?” She shouts. “There’s nothing to mark the path back!”

There’s a slightly horrified silence.

“Well fuck.” Kiba says. Then, “Don’t tell my Ma I said that.”

“M-maybe Sasuke-kun could go back to show the way?” Sakura suggests.

“What, and knock the rest of us into his death-trap?” Shikamaru sneers. “No thanks.”

Uchiha puffs up in indignation. “It’s not my fault!! I told you not to mess around if you didn’t wanna die! This is designed to stop that man, so if you’re too fat and dumb—”

“If Uchiha Itachi was half the ninja everybody said he was, he’ll know how to walk up walls and use roofs to avoid ground obstacles.” Shikamaru cuts in coldly. “So all this is pointless effort.”

Uchiha’s mouth works soundlessly, cheeks flushing a bright red as the other boy mercilessly continues, “Plus the junk on your compound walls are just cheap substitutes for real siege defenses, so any genin who can climb a tree could slip between the gaps.”

Ouch. She almost wants to wince in sympathy.

Uchiha’s face goes a deep, angry crimson, and he bristles like he’s seconds away from launching himself at Shikamaru, death trap between them or no, while the ponytailed boy is glaring holes through him.

“U-um!” Hinata yells, sticking an arm in the air like she’s being called on in class. “I-Ino-san and Mayu-san really need m-medical attention for their injuries! So-so w-we should focus on this first! U-Uchiha-san, you have a first aid kit a-at your house, r-right?”

“Obviously.” Uchiha snaps, not taking his eyes off of Shikamaru.

“O-okay, thank you, Uchiha-san.” Hinata fidgets. “Akimichi-san, d-do you think you can get to the next part of the pa-path towards us?”

Chouji scans the web in front of them. “I–I think I can!” He calls back. “I’ll do my best!”

“Go-good!” Hinata nods. “Ma-Mayu-san, do you need any help with your injuries?”

She rolls a shoulder, wincing at the fresh wave of pain. It hurts, but her vision’s not blacking out anymore, so...“I think I’m good, Hinata!”

“...Are you sure?” Hinata asks, doubt coloring her tone.

“As sure as I can be.” She says, pretending that the aching doesn’t make her want to scream.

The pale-eyed girl gives her a little purse-lipped expression of displeasure which really should not be visible given how far away she is, but is somehow.

“Worry not, Hinata-san!” Lee calls from behind her. “I will ensure Mayu-chan’s safety as we navigate!”

“O-okay then, I leave it to you, Lee-san!” Hinata replies.

She almost feels insulted. What, she can’t be trusted to look after herself now?

“Uchiha-san.” Hinata asks tentatively, “W-would it be alright with you if we use-used your first aid kit to treat Ino-san and Mayu-san’s i-injuries?”

There’s a silence that stretches on about a minute too long for comfort.

“Sure. Whatever.” Uchiha turns his back on them. “No messing around this time, got it?”

They continue to the main house in silence.

The only noises are Ino’s whimpers and gasps of pain when Chouji lands a little too hard in the next spot. He always murmurs a soft apology and tries not to jostle her too much.

They all breathe a sigh of relief when Uchiha finally opens the front door and crosses the threshold, then turns to help Hinata over the last of the wires so she’s inside as well.

He promptly turns and stalks off into the darkness of the house, leaving her to try to help Shino on her own.

She feels tired to her very bones by the time she finally gets to the door from trying to ignore the fire on her shoulder blades, and it’s a struggle not to sway on her feet as she carefully navigates the last few obstacles.

It’s a comfort to know Lee’s behind her, almost comically alert, when her foot buckles and he immediately grabs her to keep her from toppling.

Between him and Shino, she’s somehow manhandled the last few steps through the door, then hustling her down the corridor to the veranda where Hinata’s sitting with a bowl of steaming water, a bottle of antiseptuc, several piles of torn up clothes and gauze, and Ino lying face down on an old, and now blood-stained towel.

Chouji’s pressing wads of gauze to her back as Sakura pulls the needles out with a pair of tweezers and deposits them to the wide, face pale but determined. Hinata then carefully swabs the wound with steaming water and antiseptic, and presses more gauze down on it.

She thinks she remembers something from her past life saying you shouldn’t pull out things you’ve been stabbed with, but she doesn’t have enough confidence in it to interrupt the delicate operation here.

Despite all the small cries she’s emitting, Ino’s lying still as a statue, one of her hands gripping Shikamaru’s, who is also lying face-down on the floor for some reason.

Uchiha’s just standing in the garden, shoulders tense, resolutely not looking back at them.

She’s lead to another old towel, where Kiba’s waiting nervously with another bowl of steaming water.

Akamaru licks her cheek as she lies down on it, so she lifts a careful hand and scratches him behind the ears.

“So, uh.” Kiba says. “Now what?”

Hinata cranes her head as Sakura begins wrestling with the second to last needle. “U-um, it’d be best if you could get the c-cloth out of the way? So you can clean out the wounds?”

There’s spluttering above her. “B-but she’s a girl! I can’t take a girl’s clothes off! Do you know how bad my Ma would kill me?!”

Oh for the love of Chopper—

She rolls the top of the towel down so she has a little cylinder under her mouth that she can lean down and bite. If she tries to bite her lip for this, it’ll likely go through again, and she does not need that on top of everything else.

Then, as quickly as she can, she yanks the straps of her dress down her shoulders, groaning in pain when tentative scabs are ripped open by the material’s movement. She pulls her arms out of it, and pushes the dress down until it‘s scrunched up around the top of her obi.

Then she thunks her head back down the floor and lets herself go limp and just hurt.

“Don’ ma’e me do tha’ ag’n.” She threatens through the towel in her teeth.

There’s a beat and then Kiba squeaks a shaky “Okay.”

She listens as a cloth is dipped into the bowl of water, biting down harder on the towel and silently praying to Chopper for this to be over quickly as it begins swabbing her shoulders.

She drops into a muzzy semi-doze under the burn of the water and the sting of antiseptic and the stiff press of gauze.

Then Uchiha yelps in a mixture of fear and outrage.

She lifts her head.

“...Lee.” She says, letting the tooth-marked and spit-soaked towel drop from her mouth.

“Yes Mayu-chan?”

“Am I hallucinating from blood loss or is there a nudist on Uchiha’s roof?”

There’s the sound of the camera shutter. Then a whir as it spits out a photograph.

“You aren’t hallucinating Mayu-chan. See?” He helpfully holds the photo of the purple-haired woman wearing nothing but a trench coat and mesh tights in front of her face.

“Thanks Lee.”

The nudist snorts. “That’s not a very respectful way to address your seniors, bratlings. You should be honored that you’re in the presence of the great Anko-onee-sama.”

“We will be, if you put some clothes on.” She replies. Then she glances behind her. “Kiba, if your nosebleed gets on my bandages, I’m telling your mom you swore.”

Kiba swears again, turning to the side and grabbing one of the spare clothes to stem the blood flow, accidentally-on-purpose kneeing her in the ribs in the process.

The nudist cackles, leaping down from the roof. “Well, aren’t you a pathetic bunch, huh? Guessing the big boom earlier was thanks to you brats fooling around?”

“You can’t be here!” Uchiha yells, little hands balled into fists. “This is Uchiha land! You’re trespassing!”

The nudist makes a show of gasping theatrically, hands pressed against her cheeks. “No, really? Well gee, guess I’ll have to—but what’s this?”

She pulls a piece of paper from a pocket of her coat with an unnecessary flourish. “Read it and weep, brat.”

Uchiha snatches the paper, eyes darting over it frantically. “A search warrant?!”

“Issued by Hokage-sama himself.” The nudist says smugly. “For disruption of the peace of Konohagakure.”

Then she straightens up. “Holy shit, is that baby Yamanaka?”

Ino makes an unintelligible sound of pain and suffering.

The nudist strides forward, raising an unimpressed eyebrow at Chouji’s attempts to shield Ino from view. To be fair, she doesn’t exactly need to do much to see over him due to her height advantage.

The nudist whistles. “Well, I knew the Uchiha clan would end with you, kiddo, but I didn’t know I’d witness it today.”

“W-what?” Uchiha’s voice has gone very high and soft. All the blood has drained from his face.

“Yeah, Inochin-chin is gonna kill you when he sees what you let happen to his precious wittle baby girl.” The nudist says blithely.

“But it wasn’t Uchiha-san!” Chouji bursts out. “I was the one who triggered the trap— if Inoichi-oji-san is gonna be mad at someone, it should be me!”

“Chouji, no—” She starts to argue.

She’s cut off by Ino making muffled noises of protest and disagreement from where she’s still face down on the towel.

The nudist raises her other eyebrow, then walks around and delivers a sharp kick to Shikamaru’s side.

He yelps, then curls around the attacked area, groaning. Ino finally pushes herself up with a muttered “oh thank Nami,” indents from the towel’s fibers embedded into her face.

“Maintaining a shadow possession jutsu even while asleep, huh?” The nudist says. “Not bad, baby Nara. You’ve probably burned your chakra pathways to shit, but not bad.”

“Daddy’s not gonna kill anyone!” Ino says staunchly. “Sasuke-kun set up those traps to defend against a traitor to Konoha, and me and Mayu-chan protected Chouji when one happened to go off. It was an accident, honest.”

“Oh sweetie.” The nudist coos. “Every accident has someone to blame for it if you look hard enough. Especially when something as important as the safety of clan heirs and the peace of the village is on the line.”

Uchiha’s gone so pale it looks like he might faint.

The nudist places her hands on her hips. “Now, as the official investigating jounin, I need to assess the threat level of this setup to the village.”

She glances around without moving an inch from where she stands. “It’s shit. It’s only a danger to genin who can’t get their heads out of their asses and civilians, and no one cares about them. Pay some chunin to dismantle it and learn how to make better traps.”

Uchiha doesn’t respond.

He’s just staring at the ground, little fists twisting the fabric of his shirt between them so hard it almost looks like it’ll rip.

“Well, not that this isn’t totally boring.” The nudist says, looking a little put out, “But Inochin-chin will have my head if I don’t get baby Yamanaka actual medical attention. Not that you haven’t been doing a good job, Hyuuga.” She gives Hinata a positively feral grin. “I’m tempted to congratulate Hiashi about his daughter’s skill as a medic nin.”

Hinata blanches, pale eyes wide. “A-ah, no, no than-thank you A-An-Anko-sama.”

The nudist snickers to herself. “Yeah, I figured as much.”

The woman bends down and hoists Ino up under one arm none-too-gently if the way she sucks air in through her teeth is any indication.

“Wait!” Sakura says. “What about Mayu-chan?”

The nudist stops and looks down at her. “What, little miss fashion disaster in the obi and leg warmers?”

“Hey!” She protests, cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

“Our leg warmers are most youthful and fashionable!” Lee argues, pulling up the leg of his trousers to show off the matching orange. “They are a valuable aid in our training as well!”

The nudist looks confused. Then her face slowly takes on an expression of fierce, unholy glee.

“Oh.” She crows with a terrifying amount of delight. “You’re Gai’s kids.”

She chokes on her own saliva. Lee goes even pinker than Sakura’s hair.

“What.” They squeak in unison.

The nudist throws back her head and cackles.

Then the woman scoops her up in a bruising grip that drives the air from her lungs and the sight of her friends goes fuzzy and tilted and warped through the film of swirling leaves.

The leaves stop swirling and they’re somehow outside the Uchiha compound.

Her head’s spinning and her body’s thrumming with the sense of wrong wrong wrong.

She promptly throws up on the nudist’s sandals.

The nudist shrieks like a banshee and flings her away to crash into the dirt, screeching about ungrateful bratlings and Gai paying for cleaning.

Her vision whites out from the pain for a few minutes.

When she can see again, a bigger Shikamaru with scars is looking down at her.

“Chakra is evil.” She tells him. “I hate it.”

He blinks. “Chakra is inherently neutral, regardless of who’s using it. Saying it’s evil is like saying your blood is evil—it doesn’t have a consciousness to comprehend things like that.”

“Yes it does.” She argues. “It just pretends not to. So it can eat the energy from our training and studying. ‘S a parasite. It’s not supposed to be there at all.”

The bigger Shikamaru snorts. “All beings need chakra to live. If you drain the chakra from, say, a tree, the tree dies. There’s nothing alive that doesn’t have chakra flowing through it, no matter how weak.”

She’s about to reply that her past life is proof of that being false, and that the tree dying might be like trying to adjust after having a lifetime of poison pumped into your veins cut off, when another man’s voice calls out, “Shikaku! Pick the poor girl up off the ground before you have a philosophical debate with her!”

The bigger Shikamaru rolls his eyes and mutters “Troublesome.” under his breath, before bending down and scooping her up to sit on his hip.

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thekatthatbarks · 4 years

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76+77 for ShikaSaku and Sakura with a disability if it's possible! Otherwise just ShikaSaku would be awesome. I'm glad too see you back more!!! ♥

Thank you so much! I really hope you like it!

ao3

The End of the Bar

Sakurastumbled against the cold bar as sweat matted her brow. She cursed under herbreath at the pain in her hip from moving wrong. She tried to step again,succeeded, and then almost fell on her next one. “Dammit.”

Shecould feel his eyes on her and felt her face flush in embarrassment. He wasboth a comfort and a frustration. She didn’t want him to see her like this. So broken,fumbling around like one of his fawn dear on new legs. She chuckled humorlesslyunder her breath at the analogy. She supposed she wasn’t that different from afawn. Though she didn’t think people looked over fawn with sympathy and pity.

“Sakura,we should stop for today.” His voice broke through her thoughts and she felt sotired. She looked over at him, seeing him with a soft smile and a wheelchair byhis side. Her eyes fell from his handsome face to the metal wheels. She felther face twist in anger, and she tried to calm down closing her eyes. Shedidn’t want to spend her life angry, but it was so hard sometimes.

A handcovered hers on the bar accompanied by a kind voice. “Sakura. It’s onlytemporary.”

Shenodded and sat down in the chair, still avoiding Shikamaru’s eyes. He didn’tpush her or even offer to – he’d become close enough to her to know it would bethe last thing she wanted – and Sakura wheeled herself back to her room withhim by her side.

Sakurahobbled over to her bed as Shikamaru closed the door behind them. She leanedback into the pillows, noticing the blanket that was draped over one of theguest chairs. “Whose blanket is that?”

“Yours.”Shikamaru came over to her side, sitting on the edge of the bed by her hip. “Iknow you were starting to hate the color white.”

Sakurafelt herself smile and finally looked at him. She instantly regretted it seeinghow sad he looked and tore her eyes away to the window. He noticed and sighed.“Sakura, it’s not – I don’t pity you.”

“Then,why are you looking at me like that? Like you’re sad for me?” Sakura challengedhim. A voice in the back of her head nagged at her, telling her to stop actinglike a brat. Stop pitying herself.

“BecauseI am sad for you. I’m sad because you’re sad, Sakura. And that’s notpity.” Shikamaru sounded as frustrated as she felt. She hated that she was doingthis to him and wished she had the strength to push him away. But she wasselfish.

Shelooked back at him to see him staring at her with such determination inhis eyes. “Sakura, I’m sad because I’ve barely seen you smile in weeks. BecauseI can see the woman that’s always fought through everything with gritted teethand blood on her knuckles starting to lose hope. Maybe… that’s selfish of me. But Idon’t want to see that happen to you.”

“Shikamaru.”Sakura felt her hard mask start to crumble as tears started to spill from thecorner of her eyes. “My leg is gone.” She looked down at the wrappedprosthetic. She could appreciate the beauty of it, the design and attention todetail down to the knuckles in the toes, the seamless seal at her hip. But itwasn’t her leg. It didn’t have the scars that she’d earned or that onetoenail that was crooked or the burn mark on her ankle.

“Sakura,this is another chance. You have a fully functioning leg; you just have to getused it.” He had similar things over the past weeks, but his voice had neverheld such conviction.

Maybeit was because it had been a bad physical therapy day or that Sakura didn’tfeel like she was making any progress – though a part of her screamed that she had– but she didn’t feel anything from his words besides hopelessness.

Sheshook her head. “I feel broken.”

“Wouldyou say the same thing about Naruto or Sasuke? Or your patients? That they werebroken? Do you pity them, Sakura?”

Therewas a sharp pain in her heart as she whipped her head towards him. “Of coursenot!”

Heraised an eyebrow at her and put a hand on her leg, asking her in a serioustone, “Then why are you doing that to yourself? Don’t be a hypocrite.”

Sakurabit her lip and felt her voice shake as she asked him in a quiet voice, “Whatif I can’t go back into the field?” She tried to steady herself, her eyes goingto the hand on her leg. She couldn’t even feel him touching her. “Whatif the chakra pathways reject each other? I know the science behind this. Idesigned Naruto and Sasuke’s arms with Tsunade. There’s a thirty percent chancethat the chakra in my leg won’t work anymore. And then what? I stay here andtend to the shinobi that I can’t fight alongside anymore?”

“Then,we’ll figure something else out.” Shikamaru moved his hand to one of hers,finally feeling the warmth from his fingers. “I have no doubt you could getthrough this. That you could be the amazing shinobi you have always been evenif you fall in that thirty percent. You just have to try.” He interlocked his fingers with hers,giving them a squeeze. “You have persevered through so much. Don’t let this bethe end of that because it isn’t. It is not the end of your journey.”

Sakurabrought a hand up to her face as she felt more tears threatening to fall. Howcould he make her feel so warm inside, with his tight grip around her heart andhis fingers digging into her veins?

“Sakura,there is nothing wrong with you.” It was whispered to her in the cold room, thesound thrumming against her ears.

Shedidn’t reply and he added, “Stop pitying yourself. Turn that weakness into astrength like you have done with everything else in your life.”

Itstung even though she had been telling it to herself since the beginning. Itwould’ve sounded harsh coming from anyone else. But she knew he said it out ofconcern.

Thelittle girl inside of her, who cried at everything and pushed important peopleaway from her didn’t want to hear it, though, and she took control of Sakura’smouth. “Why are you pushing this so hard?”

Hishand left hers and he answered quietly, “You know why.”

She did.She’d known for a while. Through their shared looks and knowing smiles behindfriends’ backs. Through naps on grassy hills and whispered secrets in thenight. Through tension in the air and sparks from their fingertips. Throughall that, how could she not know?

But shedidn’t feel she deserved it. Not now, maybe not even before. Not with how shehad been acting. How she’d leaned on him and pouted in her room as he kept hercompany day in and day out, even requesting temporary leave until sherecovered. Always there. Always her pillar.

Shedidn’t deserve him and kept her lips tight before she could be any more selfishthan she already had.

Shecould see him out of her peripherals as she lowered her hand from her face andstared at a spot on the bed. His hands clasped together as he looked down atthem with his eyes closed and jaw clenched. Her heart broke but didn’t allowher to say anything.

“Youknow,” Shikamaru cleared his throat, his voice thick, “when they brought youback from that mission, I didn’t think you were going to make it. I thought I’dalready lost you.”

Sakurajerked her head to him, her breath catching in her throat. He opened his eyesbut didn’t look at her. He shook his head as a few tears rolled down hischeeks. “But then you made it through it. And I didn’t care that you’dlost your leg. I wouldn’t have cared if you’d lost both of them or were burnedall over your body with permanent scaring. I was only happy you had made it. Iwas so thankful. I just wanted to see you alive and well. Andyes, I hurt for you. I hurt for your pain, Sakura, so damn much. I know…this isn’t easy.”

He mether eyes and Sakura lost all sense of air in her lungs at the pain in hisexpression. “But I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

“Shikamaru–“ Sakura chocked out and reached for him but he stood up from the bed andturned his back to her.

He let out a shaky breath. “But I don’t wantyou to do this for me. I want you to do it for yourself.”

Sakuratried again, “Shikamaru – “

“I’ll…give you some time alone, Sakura. I’ll be back in a few days.”

And hewas gone, the sound of the door sliding shut twisting like a kunai in her ribcage.

Sakuracried and she cried. But she cried for him, not for herself.

***

Sakurawoke up the next day without Shikamaru by her side. He’d made a habit ofgetting there right before she woke up, bringing breakfast and warmconversation. But not today. Sakura took a deep breath and pushed the callbutton.

A medicnin walked into the room not a minute later. Misaki. She had been onSakura’s first and only genin team – she hadn’t felt suited for it and didn’tpick up a new team. She was probably also too attached to her first team toconsider another one. She smiled at her. “Did you need something,Sakura-sensei?”

Sakurasat up more in her bed. “Shikamaru won’t be able to come for a while, so I’llbe needing the hospital breakfast.”

Misakinodded and made a move to leave, but Sakura called out to her, “Misaki-chan?”

Sheturned around instantly. “Yes, sensei?”

“I knowI’ve been shrugging you and the other medics off. I’m sorry.” Sakura knewShikamaru hadn’t been the only one affected by her behavior and she wasdetermined to make amends.

“It’sokay, Sakura-sensei. Didn’t you always tell us that Kakashi-sama was stubbornwhenever it came to letting others take care of him? I figured you had just fallen into his footsteps.” She quirked her lips ather.

Sakurasmiled back but shook her head. “Yes, but that isn’t an excuse. You are mymedics. I’ve trained most of you and I trust you all. You are more than capableof taking care of me. I let my pride get the best of me.”

Evenwith her dark skin, Sakura could see the faint blush across Misaki’s cheeks asshe smiled shyly at her – she still got embarrassed with Sakura’s praise.Sakura couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Youwent through a great ordeal, sensei. None of us were offended when you wantedto be on your own. We understand how hard this must be.” She shrugged with asmile. “Most of us are shinobi too.”

Sakuranodded, thankful for her students and staff. She raised an eyebrow at her. “Ithink I’m ready to accept some help if the offer still stands and you don’twant to just watch me stumble around in punishment. If so, I get it.”

Misakigave her a light laugh, shaking her head. “Of course. Joji and I can come withyou to the therapy room after you’re finished with breakfast.”

Sakuratold her thank you and Misaki left the room to get her some food. She sighedand looked out the window, barely able to see the clouds through the glass.

She wanted to be better. She wantedto get through this. Shikamaru was right. About so much. She didn’t wantto wallow anymore.

It had taken her years to trulylove herself for everything she had. To be proud of her accomplishments, of hertraining, and her hard work. She didn’t want to lose it. She couldn’tlose that part of herself. She wouldn’t know who she was without it.

She looked down at her leg –because it was her leg – and swallowed thickly. She was going to love it.It was part of her now and Sakura had vowed a long time ago that she wouldn’tfeel insecure about herself anymore. That she wouldn’t hide behind bangs or a put-uponpersona. She owed that to that little girl, crybaby Sakura, who hadgrown so much.

She owed it to herself to let her loveher.

***

Sakurahad been walking, trying to not use the bar as much and failing. Then, gritting her teeth and acceptingit, using the bar as much as she needed. Misaki had left her after Sakurashooed her away to go on a break. She had rarely left her side once Sakura beather pride down, but there were times when Sakura did need to just struggle onher own.

Sheknew there would be days where she felt back at square one and she’d have to letherself rest, then get up again the next day. As long as she kept pushing andtrying, she’d get where she wanted. She just needed to be kind to herself.

She’dmade a few trips back and forth and was about to call it for the day, glancingat her wheelchair that she tried to not resent so much, when she turned and sawShikamaru behind her. It had been over a week since she last saw him and her heart skipped a beat when her eyes landed on his spiked hair.

Hishands were in his pockets, his eyes nervous but he tried for a smile. “Glad tosee you training.”

Training.Shikamaru always had a way of making her feel better about things even witha simple word choice.

Sakuranodded at him, leaning against the bar. She smiled over the frantic beating ofher heart. “I thought it was time I did this more seriously.”

Shikamarulaughed under his breath and nodded at her. His voice was thick as he spoke, “Good.”

“Shikamaru.”Sakura took a step towards him and almost slipped. She didn’t feel the progressfrom her weeks’ worth of work. She was just as bad at this as she was a fewdays ago. But she knew it would take time and she wouldn’t get there ifshe didn’t work at it.

Hereached his hand out for her stepping forward, but Sakura shook her head. “No,stay there. I can come to you.”

He didn’treply and only smiled at her, remaining still at the end of the bar. She couldfeel so much adoration from how he looked at her. She took another step,wanting to show him she wasn’t going to give up on this. She wanted him to beproud of her.

It wasn’tgraceful. Far from it and she almost fell two more times. But she’d made it tothe end of the bar, to Shikamaru.

Hiseyes were glossed over as he looked down at her and Sakura felt herself laughwith tears at the corner of her eyes. She told him breathless. “I decided Iwanted to try. That I was going to figure it out and love this piece of metal.”

“Becauseyou want to?” he asked her softly.

“BecauseI want to.” She nodded, not breaking his gaze.

Hegrabbed her face in his hands and leaned down to kiss her without furthercomment. She kissed him back, warmth flooding her veins. It felt like the calmwaters after a storm.

Then he leaned back and let out ashort breath, his eyes searching for hers. His face was so full of emotion,different ones mixing in his eyes before finally settling on one. It was softand sure and overwhelming. “I love you.”

Sakuralet go of the bar and threw her arms around him, knowing he’d catch her.

#2.7k #shikasaku #i really hope you like #this meant something to me writing it #hurt and comfort #light angst #dimancheetoile

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celeryw · 7 years

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Word Count: 1.2k

Relationships: NaruSakuSasu, BD&AF&CF&MB&SB, hints to CF/BD and CF/t20

Summary: Hatake Kakashi is the leader of Team Kakashi, Team Seven and Team 20. He doesn’t want team 20 at first but because they didn’t have a jounin sensei and he was unlucky and there was five of them, he had to.

Notes: I 100% made up the names that aren’t the titles lol also this is vaguely within the game’s canon but i bent a few things to make it work

ao3 link

He starts with four on a team, a complete exception to the three cell teams. Sakura Haruno, Naruto Uzumaki, Sasuke Uchiha and Takashi Uchiha were not too great as a team, the younger three were somehow always at odds and Takashi had his own problems. Its the original team 20 that causes him the most trouble, technically this group of teenagers shouldve had a jounin sensei but (and there’s always a but) the designated teacher died in a confrontation with Kumo and they had no one. Unlucky for Kakashi he was picked out of a hat to take the team, he’s pretty sure the Third fuckn cheated.

Uchiha Takashi is not close to the other three, he dotes on his cousin but otherwise he has 0 reasons to talk to Sakura or Naruto. He’s sixteen years old and controlling the Uchiha Compoud, constantly arguing with the council about what will happen to it. He’s tired and just wants his parents, he doesn’t want this responsibility. Kakashi often walks him home, Sasuke trailing behind angsting and Takashi wish a blank look on his face. Kakashi doesn’t know what to do with them.

Team twenty is, to put it bluntly, a mess. They’re haphazardly thrown together and while they are amiable they still don’t bond. It sometimes feels like they don’t know each other at all, every time they come to training Kakashi feels a little bit of his soul chip away. Shun Nakamura is blunt and rude and closes in on himself too much, same with Hiroko Oshiro but she sugarcoats her words until they no longer have her opinion and Rikuto Yamashita laughs loud but is often sideyeing the exit of the training field. They don’t work together, they don’t look at each other at all. Kakashi knows he should bell test them, but what for? Three teenaged civilians destined for the genin corps?

He bell tests them under the orders of the Third. They pass, somehow, and Kakashi starts to think up ways to make them actually take being a shinobi seriously.

It’s really hard, he often has to combine the two teams he doesn’t have enough time to teach two teams at different times. He first teaches them the basics, how to sense their own chakra and use it. Tree climbing was interesting. Sakura has the best chakra control out of all seven of them. The older ones next, followed by Sasuke and then Naruto (after Hiroko gives him a few pointers).

The older ones really hit off, he notices during a D-rank, Takashi fits right in with Hiroko and Rikuto. Kakashi is happy about this. Shun takes a few more missions to warm up but soon, there’s Team Seven and Team Twenty, Takashi in between. Teamwork starts to look good and he’s so relieved he shows them how to check for elemental nature.

It’s terrible, everything is terrible. Kakashi is in despair. There’s going to be an addition to one of his teams. He hasn’t heard much about it yet but he’s concerned because they only just started working well together and now they have to readjust around. Shun is the first to hear the news, he tells them over ramen. The registration ninja were talking about a Suna family migrating to Konoha, they’re living in the civilian sector but apparently the kid is genin to chuunin level. Kakashi feels more of his soul chip away. He has a really bad feeling.

Kazue Tachibana is tall blonde and sixteen. Kakashi hates it because as soon as Rikuto sees her he has a stellar blush on his face. This is going to suck, he thinks to himself as he gets ready for bed, but he can deal, he thinks as he closes his eyes and falls asleep.

Kazue is a wind ninja, her previous mentor had showed her and she knows how to use the fan on her back. She’s strong and completely out of team twenty’s league, he resents it a little so he shows the rest of team twenty a few ninjutsu that are in each of their elements. Hiroko learns the Water Release: Poison Fog really easily, he’s impressed. Shun takes a few tries to master Lightning Sealing Slash, using a blade his mother gifts him. Rikuto gets the Earth Style: Stone Fist Jutsu which he has yet to fully master, but at least there is a rock formed and it is big. Takashi has the standard Great Fireball Jutsu and learns Fire Style: Phoenix Fire which is just so much fire, triple the fire ball.

Team twenty-seven goes on the first C-rank for the team, it feels like too much to send on a simple escort mission, so Kakashi deduces that something is up. Which, of course, he is right and because he is right, he is punished by the gods and has to fight Momochi Zabuza with all eight of his kids present and fearful.

It turns out okay, and Naruto uses his clones to finish the bridge.The bridge is named the Great Naruto Bridge which is hilarious and Kazue, Shun and Sasuke snicker to themselves in the late hours of the night. Naruto is obviously flattered and the team feels like it fits together well. It’s a nice feeling and Kakashi likes the warm fondness settling in his chest.

Team seven starts to come together, Sasuke listens to his teammates now and sometimes Kakashi can spot a bit of a blush whenever he’s talking to Hiroko or Kazue (Takashi finds it so funny and is always hiding a laugh behind his hands). Sakura’s gotten over her huge crush and it’s settled to a calmer affection that is gentle smiles and soft words shared between the three. Naruto is less loud, he knows that Sasuke will acknowledge him, and Sakura is a guiding hand through things he finds difficult (he still doesn’t want to tell any of them about his guest, he feels like they would hate him for a good reason, he wants these normal days to last forever)

Team twenty becomes an actual team then, Kazue feels like the final piece of team twenty and Takashi moves over to join his agemates. Hiroko is less shy and smiles a lot more, she’s more open about her interests and often drags Takashi and Kazue shopping (because Shun and Rikuto refuse, vehemently). Shun gets really fast, there’s a huge debate about the Fourth’s technique getting passed on to two people instead of one. Takashi does not sell the Uchiha Compound, mostly because Hiroko moves in and he opens the compound to the rest of the team, he rents out a few though. Rikuto is attached and he really cares, the crush he has on Kazue has grown and also incorporated more people (he’s a little concerned and isn’t sure that this is normal he wants to talk to someone about it but he doesn’t really know who).

Team twenty has five cells and team seven has three, they share a jounin sensei. Kakashi wouldn’t have it any other way.

#cel writes #naruto #naruto online #i rlly like this one #also its kakashi's pov #which is nice #team 20

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mumblings-of-a-fangirl · 7 years

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The Sakura Uchiha Policy

Three days. Three days without much of a wink of sleep. People are rising from beds, heading out to work--the normal people anyways, with jobs that isn’t as demanding as the energy deprived woman. However, she can’t help but admire the neighborhood as she walks past. Happy families, some with younger children who attend the academy, while the rest are genin like her own child.

The air is scented with Cherry Blossoms, which reminds the woman that the festival is just around the corner. Yet another thing she’ll be too tired to even think to attend. Dawn blushes the sky scarlet, the sun peeks over the horizon farther and farther with each passing moment. The new day was approaching, and Sakura is just ending her day, hoping she’d have some quality time with her pillow and blanket for at least four hours.

Everything about Sakura’s posture speaks exhaustion; the way her shoulders sag, her feet drag, and how her flesh itches. She seriously needs a vacation, but a person as important as her, she’s can’t even think about time-off. If she even thinks about a vacation, something comes up at the hospital.

“Shannaro,” Sakura’s head slumps. “Being an adult sucks sometimes.” On the other hand, a flash of her husband’s face crosses her mind, sometimes being an adult doesn’t suck at all.

After what seems like forever, Sakura finally clambers up the steps of the apartment building. Of course, if she hadn’t demolished their home in a bout of anger months back, it would have been a shorter walk, because the house was practically beside the hospital. Now, her and her family live in an apartment on temporary basis, while their home is being rebuilt.

At this rate, the loan will never be paid off.

Sakura was surprised that Sasuke, her husband, didn’t even bat an eye when she informed him about their home. It was as if he expected it. She didn’t know if she should have been offended or relieved by that. Nevertheless, the joy of Sasuke’s return to the village after a nine year long mission, overshadowed everything else.

Sarada, their twelve-year-old genin daughter, was extremely happy that her father had returned. Sarada even confronted her mother about the glowing happiness that Sakura radiated. Being easily embarrassed when it pertains to Sasuke, still renders Sakura a blushing school girl from time-to-time, refuted her daughter’s leer. Of course Sakura was elated that her husband was home, it had been years since she had proper time with him.

Hell, she’s still had yet to have proper time with him due to her horrendous schedule. Yes, a few slight encounters, but not anything to thoroughly satisfying.

The effort to place her key in the lock made that bone deep exhaustion increase. Every limb heavy, and her chakra levels could be better. Her latest surgery, which ended in failure, was on a genin who was injured on a mission. The girl, a year older than her own genin daughter, had extensive damage to her chest cavity, due to a kunai. Her team and sensei rushed her home and did what they could to stabilize her, but the damage was too much and gone too long. She died just as Sakura began procedure on her.

The experience shook Sakura to her core, thinking of how easily that girl could have been Sarada, Boruto, or any of the children she holds most precious to her. A life of a shinobi was hard, yet needed and wanted, or she, Sasuke, Naruto, or even their children wouldn’t do it.

Sakura all but collapses against the closed door, and heaves a heavy, tired sigh. She could just fall asleep right there, but she at least wants to see Sasuke off for the day, or check in on Sarada. Hell, she needs a shower, too.

A low rumble of laughter brings Sakura back to her senses. It’s a familiar laugh, a laugh she’s only heard on special occasions. It’s soft, low, and unpracticed, but it’s his laugh, Sasuke’s laugh.

A smile tugs at Sakura’s mouth, and she finds the energy to shuffle into the kitchen. The kitchen is smaller than the one their house had, but it sufficed. Maroon paints the walls, the flooring a burnt, brown hardwood, and the kitchen’s main essentials: stove, refrigerator, a few counters, and a table, plain and uninteresting. It’s their home though, their kitchen, a place that she shares with the people she loves most. Nice things doesn’t count when one has love.

Sasuke sits at the table, he sips at his coffee, chuckling at something on the table in front of him. Dressed in his usual black and gray attire, his cape absent at the moment, so his full body is in view. She takes a moment to admire her handsome husband; long, raven hair that hangs over his rinnegan eye, pale skin, black eyes, and a fit body. She burns with jealously over the fact that age makes him even better-looking, while Sakura has to check her hair every morning for gray hair.

“Good morning, darling.” Sakura says, walking over to place a kiss on his cheek. “What’s funny?”

Sasuke clears his throat, as if to erase the moment of laughter completely. “Just remembered something, that’s all.” he avoids eye contact with her, which is off-putting, he never wavers eye contact with her, even in their genin days. It’s as if one glance could converse without speech.

Suspicious, Sakura eyes him while pouring her a cup of coffee. “Remembered what?” she prods.

Sasuke scratches his cheek, hesitating. “The fiasco when we tried to unmask Kakashi.”

Sakura giggles at the memory. They were genin then, and like all curious pre-teens, the mystery of what lied beneath their sensei’s mask was something they couldn’t resist. Although, every attempt ended in humiliating failure, and Kakashi even to this day, has never revealed his face to them.

“I still can’t believe we’ve never seen his face.” she adds, taking a sip of her coffee. “I remember Sai and Shikamaru debating on making that a trial for the Chunin Exams once.”

“Everyone would fail then.” Sasuke smirks.

“Exactly why they decided against it.” Sakura laughs. “That and Kakashi was completely confident, which showed how futile it would have been.”

Sasuke falls silent, appearing to be reading the same page of a booklet for far too long. Is he using it to avoid saying something else?

“Darling,” Sakura sighs. “I have known you nearly my entire life--” she taps a nail on the side of her coffee cup with impatience.

“And your point?” he saves a glance to her--a mistake he’ll regret. His onyx eye flashes away, finding the grain of the table more interesting.

“I know when you’re hiding something from me.” Sakura states-matter-of-fact. “You didn’t just remember us trying to unmask Kakashi, that was an excuse, wasn’t it?” now it’s her time to smirk. “Sasuke, I’m the mother of a preteen, soon-to-be teenager, I can spot an half-baked excuse miles away.”

In answer, Sasuke’s eye twitch beneath his raven hair. She got him. She rarely bested him in anything, and when she does, it’s liberating. She does an inner Shannaro! in triumph.

“Are you going to tell me what it is?” she asks, head tilted to the side.

“I rather not.” Sasuke grunts.

“But you’re going to.”

“It’s not important.”

“Please, it must be important if you’re putting this much effort keeping it from me.” Sakura gives him a smirk of challenge.

Sasuke stares at her for a long moment, facing her challenge, and then sighs. “You’ll find out eventually, but I thought I’d postpone it after you’ve rested.” he looks down at the booklet on the table. “Mail from the housing insurance company.”

Sakura groans, throwing her hands up. “Let me guess, the rebuilding is going to last another month?”

“Two actually.”

“Great!” she rolls her eyes. “Why do I sense that isn’t all?”

Sasuke actually swallows hard, nervous. Sakura’s never seen him nervous, not outside of facing down a powerful shinobi in their genin years. He pushes the booklet towards her. “Read this.”

Sakura takes the booklet, expecting the totals to exceed her every nightmare. She worked every overtime opportunity to pay off the loan, yet, on top of that, for the repairs. Sakura’s worst nightmare is when Sasuke brings her bed to the hospital, where she’d stay for good. Not like he would, but she was constantly teased by Shizune about it.

Sakura reads the booklet over first before she reads the title. It’s a new insurance policy, one specially designed for certain occurrences that seem to happen unimaginably often. It would cover up to three of these incidents a year, with a smaller deductible than their usual, which is a good thing. Overall, the policy is great and suits their need, but when she reads the policy’s title...

“The Sakura Uchiha Policy?!” Sakura yells, leaping from her seat, the booklet gripped tightly in her hands. “They created a freaking new insurance policy based on me?!” oh, the levels of humiliation sky rockets with each passing, maddening second. “I-I don’t demolish our home less than three times a year! Or more depending upon stress levels!” she recites, her arm flapping around like an angry bird. “You’ve got to be kidding me!”

“Sakura, remain calm.” Sasuke says, although the attempt if half sincere, since he already knows words aren’t going to do much good for his wife’s impending outburst.

For safety measure, he remains where he sits, not making any sudden movement. He could take Sakura in battle, but he’s like to avoid one of her punches at all costs. Not that she would on purpose, but her anger reared its head like another entity fighting for dominance for her body.

“Who’s idea was this!?” she demands no one in particular, but her gaze lands on Sasuke.

Sasuke blinks. “Don’t look at me. I had nothing to do with it.” he says. “It reads who at the bottom of the page.”

Sakura reads the small printing: policy created at the request of the Seventh Hokage of the Hidden Leaf, Naruto Uzumaki. In addition to this housing policy, it also covers hospitals, offices, and Hokage Office, except for Hokages. If any harm to come to the Hokage from say Sakura Uchiha at the agreement of this policy, great repercussions will be enacted.

Sakura doesn’t react right away, her eye twitches, and steam escapes the top of her head.

“Sakura...” Sasuke warns.

Too late. “NA-RU-TO!!” the booklet ignites in fire from the embers of her anger. Her other hand lashes out, making contact with the refrigerator behind her. It’s bends in on itself and through the wall, sliding into the living room on the other side. “Repercussions my ass! I’m going to kill him for this one! Naming a insurance policy after me?! What was he thinking!? Does he know how humiliating that is?! Since when is he an insurance agent?!”

Blind in her fury, she doesn’t realize that Sasuke stands and steps in front of her. Only when his hand touches the side of her neck, brings her from her anger. He’s softly smiling down at her. “Since you’ve been over-working yourself at the hospital to pay off the loan and repairs.”

“So he did this out of concern for me?” Sakura laughs. “Yeah, right.”

Sasuke runs a thumb beneath her eye, the eye she knows shadowed in her lack of sleep. “I lied before.” he admits, his eyes sliding down her face, studying her for a moment. The action soothes Sakura and she becomes jelly at his touch.

“About what?” she whispers, half-intoxicated by him.

“I may have said something to Naruto.” he sighs. “But I didn’t think he’d do this. I thought the idiot would have Tsunade take some of your shifts or something.”

Okay, those words may have settled some of her anger. Both Sasuke and Naruto attempting to relieve her stress in someway, lifts a warmth into her chest. Those two, always looking out for her, one more obvious than the other when they were younger, but worked together to accomplish such goals. They still even worked together now to do such.

“Do I have that bad of a temper?” Sakura asks, placing a palm over her forehead.

Sasuke snorts back a laugh.

“That bad, huh?”

“Not bad.” Sasuke smirks. “It’s just part of...”

“You better say charm.”

“--who you are.” Sasuke finishes. “You wouldn’t have been able to handle the idiot and I for all of those years.”

Sakura’s leans her forehead against Sasuke’s broad chest, coveting the warmth, comfort, and safety it radiates. She inhales his scent, spice and mint, further soothing her. Sakura’s exhaustion has returned with revenge, she barely remains standing upright. Sasuke strokes small, soothing circles against her back.

Sakura lets out a heavy sigh, peeking out the corner of her eye, she eyes the demolished refrigerator and wall. “Does that policy cover refrigerators and walls?” she asks meekly.

In reply, Sasuke chuckles. “Let’s not worry about that until after you’ve showered and rested.” he presses a kiss to the top of her head.

Sakura nods, seduced by the sound of his voice. Her eyes are half lidded as she peers up at him. “Is Sarada on a mission?”

Sasuke raises a brow speculatively. “Yes, she’ll be gone for a few days.”

“Hm.” Sakura nuzzles against his chest again, languid and contented. “Seems like an opportunity for proper time together, don’t you think?”

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The next day, after much needed proper time with Sasuke the previous day, Sakura walks to work, but takes the long way to get there and makes a small pit stop.

She walks the long corridor of the Hokage building, passing receptionists who don’t even glance her way. She’d been there often enough to not be questioned. When she is approached by Shikamaru, he acts as if he’d say something, but thought better of it, muttering, “Told him that it was his funeral.” and walks on.

Sakura doesn’t even knock at the Seventh’s door when she waltz right in, as if she owns the place. She bets Naruto expects her to wear a seething glare and devil horns, but instead, she smiles sweetly and innocently, which makes him squirm even more.

The blond Hokage’s ruffled, bed head hair peeks out from behind his computer screen. “Hello, S-Sakura.” he titters, a nervous smile on his lips.

“Hello, Naruto.” she says in a chirpy voice. “How are things?”

Naruto’s blue eyes darts about, sweating profusely, he tugs at his collar. “Thing’s are good. Boruto hasn’t defaced my face on the Hokage Mountain for a week, so that’s a record. That kid has been less of a brat lately. I suspect both Sasuke and Sarada has been keeping him in line. Hinata swears that Sarada has him wrapped around her little finger, but I don’t know. Sarada and Boruto?” he rambles on-and-on with an awkward grin. “How are you, Sakura?”

“Good.” she says so sweetly, like poison laced with sugar. “I could be better if I didn’t have a damned insurance policy named after me!”

Naruto fidgets behind his desk. “Oh, you heard about that?” he laughs uncomfortably, inching his chair further from her.

“Yes, from my husband.”

“Oi, Sasuke’s still alive, right?”

“Of course, because he’s not who I’m mad at--” she hesitates, but then debates her next words. “Actually, I’m not mad, I’m not happy either, but...” she smiles. “...grateful.”

Naruto blinks rapidly. “What?”

Sakura smiles. “I’m thankful that you and Sasuke have always watched out for my well-being, and how you team up to accomplish it. You are a great team.”

“We all three are a great team.” Naruto returns her smile. “I want you to relax, Sakura. You’ve worked far too hard, and Sasuke’s home and all, you shouldn’t have to worry about working to pay off repairs. You need to be home with your family.”

“Thank you, Naruto.” she says, her gaze landing on the computer in front of him. “Hey, is that a new computer?”

Naruto laughs. “Yeah, Konohamaru said it’s state-of-the-art. It’s better and faster for my gam--I mean, filing.”

“Hm.” Sakura steps around the desk and looks at the new sleek, gun metal colored laptop, with lit up keys, and HD screen. The game Ninja Jutsu Crush lights up the screen. “Level 137? Nice! I heard from Sarada that Boruto is only at 100.” she slaps his shoulder. “This is a very nice computer, Naruto.”

“Thank you!” he beams, truly proud of his treasure.

Too bad.

In a flash, Sakura picks up the laptop, with a...“Shannaro!” and easily snaps it in half by a flick of her wrist. It lands in a heap on his desk. The remains smokes and makes dying mechanical noises.

“My levels!” Naruto cries, his head hitting his desk. “Do you know how long it took me to get there? Why? Why? Why, Sakura?”

Sakura grins an evil grin that sends a chill through the Hokage’s spine. “Just testing out that new Sakura Uchiha policy. It should cover it right? Not like if I’d send you sailing through the window?” there’s a threat in her voice that Naruto did not miss.

“I thought you weren’t mad!?”

“I said I wasn’t mad but I’m not happy either,” Sakura glares. “I don’t mind the policy, Naruto, actually I appreciate it, but...” she leans close, emerald eyes to blue ones. “if you know what’s good for you, change the title of it, or face my wrath.”

Naruto gulps hard. “How about the Shannaro Policy?”

Sakura considers this for a moment and nods. “Sounds suitable.”

“It will be changed by the end of the day, ma’am!”

As Sakura exits the Hokage office, satisfied that she accomplished what she wanted, she runs into her husband on the way out.

“Is he in one piece?” Sasuke asks.

“Yeah, he is, but I can’t say that for his computer.” Sakura says with a energetic edge. “Have a nice day, darling. I’ll see you tonight.”

Sasuke nods, with that, she walks off, her hips swinging with rejuvenation and pride. Sasuke watches after her, smiling softly in amusement to himself.

Shikamaru pokes his head out from behind an office door. “Is it safe?” Sasuke’s smirk is enough of an answer for him. “Phew, thought I’d have to send for the Anbu.” He approaches Sasuke just as Sakura rounds the corner and out of sight. “Should we be concerned about how much she scares the Hokage to do her bidding?”

Sasuke smirks. “That’s my wife.”

***NOTE: EDITED: 1/22/2017 for minor grammar and punctuation and flow. This is a fanfic that’s been rolling in my brain for a while. It haunted me until I HAD to write it down. Oh, the Ninja Jutsu Crush is a Naruto version of Candy Crush Saga. Hope you enjoyed!

#headcannon #sasusaku #naurtofanfiction #insurance #thewoesofbeinganadult #sakurasangermanagement

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psst id love to hear more about this super teenage ninja rediculousness OC and how they've been cleaned up becuase let me tell you, I have at least three old naruto OCs who were just as bad if not worse in their first incarnations lol

Okay,so her name was Kinari Takura.

She was Orochimaru’s daughter and I think in the first round of designing her I almost made her S-rank, but decided nah. She should be average. She looked exactly like him and was very smug and pompous. She loved to flirt with literally everyone but also made it clear she didn’t like you.

Oh, and her kekkei genkai was turning into a Darke Angel. I kid you not. She had a genjutsu called Darke Lyrics where she would sing and essentially mess with her opponent’s mind.

The best fucking part. Those Triscuit crackers? She used shuriken disguised as them. her catch phrase was ‘never underestimate the power of a triscuit’. I think she had a black rose dagger too. And on the site I mainly used, she had a semi-crush on Naruto’s son, married him against their father’s wishes, something happened where Itachi ended up stealing the kyuubi from naruto’s SON(bc naturally the kyuubi was somehow born into Naruto’s son) and killed him and she was forced to marry Itachi and join the Akatsuki(and have his child), had a slight thing with Deidara.. gosh she was all sorts of messed up honestly but it’s hilarious to look back

In her second incarnation she had a different name, Akane Shimizu, but was still Oro’s daughter. Her hair was then turned red instead of black, to differentiate her from Oro. The triscuit shuriken turned to senbei shuriken but she was age 13 again, as opposed to the other site where she was 16. The cool thing about her design in this though was her boots actually had compartments to hold needles and kunai, and they were closed with invisible chakra wires. all she had to do was cut one of the wires and the weapon could be kicked towards the enemy. Her kekkei genkai gained a neat revision too:

“Hisame no Tsubasa- Wing of the Ice Storm. The Shimizu clan had the ability to change parts of their limbs with sharp, feather-shaped ice. Yuriko Shimizu, Kinari's mom, was the most skilled with her Kekkei Genkai as she could transform into a sort of ice angel, where her entire body became encased with an armor of strong, almost indestructible ice.

Seeing as Kinari is still just a genin, her limitations with her Kekkei Genkai make it so she can only transform her right arm, and for a limited time. The feathers can be plucked off with an amount of chakra, and thrown at the target. They are strong enough to protect her from certain blows, yet fire jutsu and certain earth jutsu render the ice useless. If someone cuts clean through the ice before the jutsu deactivates, she could potentially lose part of her arm or hand.”

Other excerpts from her bio that I just found(the updated one, anyway)

. “She is very reckless, and would go so far as to attempt to kill someone just for looking at her the wrong way or seduce a person to get what she needs on a mission. She is also loyal to only her father, being brainwashed to believe he is superior and could help her gain what she desires. Kinari, wanting to not be a failure in Orochimaru's eyes hates to show weakness and so she tries to bottle up all of the sorrows, the laughs and anything that could ruin the vision of the perfect evil daughter.

On the contrary, she is quite kind to children as she still carries an innocence in her, as small and fleeting as it may be. She is easily tricked by her own ways of persuasion, which leads her into many situations. She also has a soft spot for good looking guys as the typical teenager does, and loves to flirt and tease. Even so she does not believe in true love, or rather does not want to believe in such things. Love is a weakness.”

She still had her Darke Lyrics jutsu too, but it was a genjutsu that had a person relive a painful moment in their life with a song. The outcome always depended on the person and could do as little as distracting them to as much as immobilizing them.

So yeah, Kinari was a tiny bit of a trainwreck.

Still not as bad at Sazuke tho

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