hashi rp

feel free to change pronouns, etc!

“ let them go, or these people all get a bullet in their heads.”

“ i think you should do what he says.”

“ it would be a shame to get blood all over my nice new outfit.”

“ what do you think? like it?”

“ i’m not feeling myself.”

“ i’m not doing so good.”

“ that’s not what i meant.”

“ i’ve seen more smarts from these bozos.”

“ i’ve gotta run.”

“ don’t you move.”

“ you’re safe. stay quiet.”

“ stay back, __. stay back!”

“ you’ll be okay.”

“ wait here, and don’t make a noise.”

“ keep the bad guys out.”

“ we’re a team, let’s keep it that way.”

“ thank god you got here.”

“ i thought you’d settle for a quiet desk job.”

“ what happened back there wasn’t your fault.”

“ if she’s alive, i’ll find her.”

“ you concentrate on securing this place.”

“ it should keep you safe.”

“ well, look who it is.”

“ i haven’t seen you for– how long has it been?”

“ oh, that’s right! you left me to die.”

“ you probably don’t remember it that way, but who cares?”

“ you just need to worry about the bombs.”

“ hurry up, now. clock’s ticking. five… four…”

“ was there ever any doubt?”

“ listen up, dumbass, and listen carefully.”

“ protect it with your life, because if you fail…”

“ have you tried the front door?”

“ why didn’t i think of that?”

“ it was obviously too easy.”

“ the only way in would be… no, it’s suicide.”

“ please, i did my best!”

“ well, you should’ve tried harder.”

“ kill, kill, kill, kill!”

“ help me!”

“ i want this one to suffer a little longer.”

“ you know what you got to do.”

“ he’s gonna pay for screwing me over.”

“ i need it back, like, yesterday!”

“ i’ll kill you!”

“ what the hell are you doing here?”

“ you’re supposed to be dead!”

“ you can just stay down there and burn!”

“ i’m sure you’ll find a way.”

“ no, not scared exactly, but, well… he broke three of my ribs and my arm.”

“ better make sure you don’t come too close, then.”

“ easier said, than done, man.”

“ you’ve never seen me in action.”

“ it’s off the chart. i don’t know how you’re still alive!”

“ please, just let me go.”

“ this was supposed to be your last chance to make things good.”

“ can you stand?”

“ what’s wrong with these people?”

“ there’s something in your blood. some kind of toxin. it’s killing you.”

“ do you know what he’s talking about?”

“ ah-ah, isn’t that information supposed to be confidential?”

“ what’s happening?”

“ at least they won’t be getting in. we’re safe, right?”

“ what the hell are you doing?”

“ why? you chicken?”

“ how did you get out of the smelting chamber?”

“ don’t you know i’m sick?”

“ no place to hide, __.”

“ why? why, why, why, whyyy?”

“ you! leave us alone! just leave me with him.” 

“ get out of my way, __.”

“ i said MOVE.”

“ this is all your fault!”

“ and for what? why are you so mean?”

“ surprise! you fell for the old fake-__ gag.”

“ no one’s who you think they are, why spoil the fun?”

“ it was all a lie. there’s nothing wrong with you.”

“ nice of you to say, but you of all people should know, there’s plenty of wrong with me.”

“ take my blood for example. i wish somebody would. this stuff is killing me.”

“ why should i care?”

“ oh, come on! don’t tell me it’s not what you’ve always wanted.”

“ look, we’re running out of time. i need your help.”

“ so we both die. i’m fine with that.”

“ what are you talking about?”

“ never heard of it.”

“ i’m listening.”

“ is someone feeling a little down?”

“ what do you want?”

 part one | with @hokagesfirst​

i. She reaches out for him accidentally-maybe. But she has been under him for so long physically, mentally, always; that Mito can’t tell if her prison is fortune if she’s going crazy because she wants him to care about this. If nothing else Hashirama should care. Mito swallows spit, as she holds the suspending thought; to make him care to make him notice.

                                         why don’t you notice me?

Mito hasn’t told anyone, not even her sisters or the overly attentive handmaids that roam through the manor dropping their heads when she enters a room and lifting them to chirp once she has walked out of one.

                                              everyone else does.

It is the last hour that the night sky would remain this dark. The world, she figures is blanketed under it’s gale so maybe this moment won’t be counted against her-amongst all the sins she has committed in this life, her accidental touch between their sheets in the bed they were made share should count for something more.

She laces her fingers with his and places his hand against the small hill of her stomach. She lets his broad hand rest underneath her night gown,it leaves her quietly afraid being exposed like this .

It isn’t much she’s only three weeks along at the most and in this moment the one where the night hides all vulnerability, Hashirama says nothing and Mito almost thinks that he swiped his thumb underneath her belly button she thinks she felt his warm hand caress her skin maybe in curiosity but instead, he lifts his hand and turns to his side of the bed.

ii. Mito never forgives herself for the first one. Maybe Hashirama doesn’t either it isn’t like she can tell with him. She has no need to read his features when they are alone, he is overwhelming just by merit and power and right. And everyone loves him and for a moment, for one moment in the night she had thought that maybe she could grow to love him as she grew his first born. Well, it was supposed to be their first

“There.” Mito grits through her teeth, “I have the power now.” She’s holding her stomach hard, the bottom of her tunic ripped to shreds as a demon seal sits branded into her skin. The nine tails is hers now, not Hashiramas, not Madaras, hers alone.

“Neither of you deserved it anyway.” Mito can feel her insides incinerate with heat and hate and an ungodly presence that leaves her shaking on the ground.

She tells it to hold on, to be strong to stay but Mito knows her body and all she can feel now is the kyuubi through the linings of her veins to the valves of her heart, the monster is everywhere and her child is not- not anymore.

❛  I’d rather die on an adventure than live standing still.  ❜

❛  After all, you can kill people, but you cannot kill magic. Not truly.  ❜

❛  Impossible. What a useless word, in a world with magic.  ❜

❛  Everyone thinks I have a death wish, you know? But I don’t want to die – dying is easy. No, I want to live, but getting close to death is the only way to feel alive. And once you do, it makes you realize that everything you were actually doing before wasn’t actually living. It was just making do. Call me crazy, but I think we do the best living when the stakes are high.  ❜

❛  You have two faces. One you wear for the world at large, and the one you wear for those you love.  ❜

❛  Everyone’s immortal until they’re not.  ❜

❛  It is as it is. It cannot be undone. So please, be grateful, and be done with it.  ❜

❛  The thing about freedom? It doesn’t come naturally. Almost no one has it handed to them. I’m free because I fought for it.  ❜

❛  I know you can do this. I know you can hear me. Stay with me. Listen to my voice.  ❜

❛  Maybe you just got a taste of what it really means to be alive. You almost died. So now you know what it feels like to live. To fear for that life. To fight for it. And once you know, well, there’s no going back.  ❜

❛  You made a mistake. Everybody makes them. Even me. I’ve made many. It’s only fair that you made one.  ❜

❛  I did only what I had to do. If I could have given my life for yours, I would have.  ❜

❛  A kiss for luck. Not that I need it.  ❜

❛  I know. I know what and who you are. What will you do? Kill me?  ❜

❛  Why am I the only one in this fucking world to be held accountable for my actions?  ❜

❛  Aren’t you afraid of dying?  ❜

❛  I’m sorry. For whatever happened to you. For whoever hurt you so deeply that you see things like friends and fondness as weapons instead of shields.  ❜

❛  You know so little of war. Battles may be fought from the outside in, but wars are won from the inside out.  ❜

❛  Between the two of us, we’ll tear the whole world down.  ❜

❛  I am going to cut that smile off your face.  ❜

❛  It hurts. More than dying ever did. There are days when I feel like I deserve this.  ❜

❛  Death doesn’t scare me. Not nearly as much as the idea of wasting a perfectly good life in fear of it.  ❜

❛ You’re always so eager to slash and stab, why couldn’t you have stabbed him.  ❜

❛  Which is it, huh? You’re angry at me, or worried about me, or happy to see me? Because I can’t keep up.  ❜

❛  Wouldn’t it be amazing, if we got away with it?  ❜