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//Quick question: what do you think a Kisame/Itach combo jutsu would look like? You know, since Ninja Storm skimped out on us?
[[ I’d say something like…Itachi catching the opponent in a genutsu, and then giving Kisame the order to attack. Kisame swipes at them with Samehada to drain their chakra, and Itachi finishes them off with Amaterasu.
Not smart for any real right, but Ninja storm is all about theatrics. ]]
“He’s dead, let’s move on.”
Their charge, a wealthy merchant from the next country over, dead before they arrived.
This wasn’t how missions were supposed to go. Their contact had only been hours prior, and judging by the state of the body, he’s been dead for at least two days.
The comment strikes a nerve. She was right, however, training dictated they couldn’t mourn and had to focus, and they didn’t even know the man. Still.
“Move.” They were in a trap.
“Sometimes I can’t remember why I ever loved you in the first place.“ Sasuke whispers to Itachi.
“You make me sad. Just looking at you…“
Why did you keep him infront of you then, Sasuke?
Itachi knows. Or at least, the subconscious part of him that seeks torture thinks it knows.
What a truly pathetic sight, isn’t it. From one of the most feared criminals in the Five Nations to essentially strapped to his bed.
His only blessing was that Tsunade pitied him enough to personally give him treatment after the truth behind the massacre was brought back to the village. But his illness was too far along. The best she could do was make it manageable. It was something he would have to live with for the rest of his life.
Itachi has asked Sasuke for death many times. Directly and non-verbally. Sasuke has refused him the escape multiple times, and today is no exception.
He doesn’t even bother responding anymore. Just painfully shifts to his side, and pulls the blankets up, being careful for his IV. There, now you don’t have to look at him, Sasuke.
“I’m not going out with you in public looking like that.”
“You can say you aren’t with me. Or stay here.”
He doesn’t sacrifice anything for his gawdy holiday sweaters.
“You make me sad. Just looking at you…“
He understands why. A failure during his own prime, stripped of his status and reduced to a decoration in the home.
Not a success like Naruto– whom he gave his blessing to.
“Apologies.” It’s all he can offer her, turning away and gazing somewhere else.
Maybe he’ll just leave the room, instead.
If I may, what is this blog about per say? I’ve been following for a while but it seems like you roleplay more than anything ^-^
[[ It….It is a roleplay blog. Is it confusing because it doesn’t say “RP” in the description? I also have rules, headcanons, etc. I’ve had this blog since june 2013, it’s always been an RP blog. I sometimes post art/edits/gifs though, too. ]]
Baths together where now a little less awkward, proving her to be a little more bold. “Can I wash your hair,” asking as she finishes washing out the last of the shampoo from hers. He never really did take care of it when he was gone, but after a wash it always felt great between her fingers. “It’ll make you feel better.” She really wants too, as odd as it sounds.
He doesn’t deign her with a verbal answer, but lowers his head within her reach. He doesn’t mind.
Sarada furrows her eyebrows a bit – having done wrong things doesn’t equal being a bad person to her but she doubts she can change his mind. “Uncle, do you think I am a good person? Sometimes I feel like I judge people too quickly and to harshly, even the ones I love.” She sighs.
“You are a good person. You care about the people around you.” Her mother, her teammates. Even her Father. She cared enough to want to know the truth, to pester him with questions and try to get to know who he was– even if he didn’t fit her idea of a Father.
Sarada didn’t have the blood of a clan on her hands. Sarada didn’t have the pressure of a village’s elders trying to keep their quota at the cost of an entire clan.
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