MUSE LIST

ind. low-activity naruto multimuse, feat. Genma, Hayate, + Yashamaru. 

The pain throughout her body is miniscule compared to the pain in her heart. Nurses had brought Naruto into her room after she had demanded it, but she couldn’t hold him; she wouldn’t be allowed to lift anything until her wounds were healed. He was alive, though. He was alive and healthy and strong.

The same could not be said for her husband, whose funeral, she was told, was being handled by Hiruzen. He would be down to confirm, and she already had choice words picked out; she wouldn’t let him and the council decide how to handle Minato’s procession. Kushina knew she could figure it out, that she could handle it all on her own. (Without him.) She had to.

They had taken Naruto back to the nursery despite her protests, and she listens to the voices that come through the door. Whispers of ‘not now’ and ‘she needs rest’, but the sound of a sniffling child. Again, Kushina demands. (”Who’s outside?”) A student, her student: Iruka. He’d been waiting for her to wake up. “Let him in,” she demands. She had never had Minato’s grace or his way with people. They prop her up as much as they can and usher him in and stand watch from the corner.

His parents were dead, gone in the attack. She feels ill. The details were hazy, but she wasn’t a complete fool (and always rushed to take the blame), Kushina knew the attack was her own fault. Knew that word was spreading throughout the village that she had been the host of the Nine-Tails and they knew that Naruto was now. What a mess she and Minato had made.

A shuddering breath leaves dry lips, tears running down her own face. “I’m so sorry, Iruka. So, so sorry.” Finally, she cries. She had been awake for hours, hours that felt like days, weeks, months. The nurse that watches them steps a bit closer and when she suggests Iruka come back later, places a gentle hand on his shoulder, she nearly bolts up. Her expression shifts in a moment; from peace to anger, to white hot rage. 

“Get out!”

The nurse jumps, fear and shock evident, but she nods and hurries from the room. Kushina lays back with a sigh and the tears begin again. (Even her anger feels different without Kurama.) Her hand shakes when she reaches for him; rubs his head, but she lets him cry. It would do them both some good to feel this, she hopes. She can’t lie to him, she won’t tell him it’ll all be okay.

⌛ - - VISAGE / YASHAMARU

⌛ - - INTERACTIONS / YASHAMARU

⌛ - - ANSWERED / YASHAMARU

⌛ - - NOTES / YASHAMARU

⌛ - - AESTHETIC / YASHAMARU

⌛ - - STUDY / YASHAMARU

⌛ - - HEADCANON / YASHAMARU

⌛ - - DYN / YASHAMARU + GAARA

⌛ - - DYN / YASHAMARU + TEMARI

⌛ - - DYN / YASHAMARU + KANKURO

⌛ - - DYN / YASHAMARU + KARURA

⌛ - - DYN / YASHAMARU + RASA

kushina trying to high five him twice, but she can tell he’s clearly not into it so she drops it, but they complete a task together and kakashi, thinking she’s going to high five him raises his hand, but quickly stops because she didn’t start it like he thought she would, and she just

she was so, so angry. angry she couldn’t do anything for him, angry she wasn’t there ( though there was no logical reason for her to have gone with them: she had her own missions, her own team to look after ). a lot of that anger she took out on minato simply because she had nowhere else to put it.

he tried to tell her, then and there at the gate in front of rin and kakashi, but she refused to listen; she cut him off when he dared to utter the word dead to her ( “do not say it !”, she barely remembers it, anger and grief all wrapped up in one, she had never known how to be subtle with her emotions. don’t tell me, don’t tell me. i don’t want to know, i can’t bear it. ). kushina avoided him for days, filling the time with her own team, with helping obito’s grandmother, with kakashi and rin.

she was up at night sobbing, curled up on their living room sofa where she had taken to sleeping when she was able to; it had thrown her whole worldview into chaos. ( “If we have a child...I want them to grow up to be just like Obito.” ) the complete anguish grips her so tightly she worries she’ll never be happy again, that it will overwhelm and drown her. losing obito was like losing every dream she’d ever had; she doesn’t want to think about a world without him in it, a world where her children were sent to fight and die. she wasn’t sure she could stand to lose another.

She let’s him finish. Cute, that he thinks he’s intimidating her. She’s known him too long, has been threatened by him enough to know that he’s full of shit. It’s a subject she treads lightly with Iruka--one she’s gentle about--one she waits for him to initiate (when they go through a rough patch, usually about 2 to 4 weeks after they’ve gotten back together, Hana is there to comfort him and tries not to say anything that could push him back into Mizuki’s arms : “I wish he were kinder to you...” has become her go to.)

Hana eyes him as he sits back, seemingly proud of himself over absolutely nothing. Idiot. Like she hadn’t heard that one before.

“ Don’t talk about him like that---calling him those little names. You know it hurts him. Makes you sound like a pigheaded asshole. ” The words come out calm, with a sigh; tired of dealing with him. She sets down her tea on the table, nudges it gently to her right.

It’s a subtle, slow movement. Her hand is lithe as she reaches across to him---until it isn’t. Nails sharpen, eyes narrow as she digs two fingers down the collar of his shirt and she yanks him forward. Inuzukas were not known for shying away from causing a scene, but she’ll wrap this up before Iruka returns.

Finally, she smiles at him, fangs protruding from behind lips and she leans forward so that they’re close.

“ I’ll talk slow so that you can follow-- ” her voice is kind and low, but it drips with venom. She’s half tempted to spit on him. “ Your business is my business when you treat my friend like that. ” The dogs at her feet have picked up on her tone, all three have lifted their heads and are peering at Mizuki. Saya bares his teeth as well, though he makes no sound.

“ You’ll be an ex again soon yet I will still be around. If you try and manipulate him into not seeing me-- ” she picks up a piece of meat left on her plat and drops it into Kaigara’s waiting mouth; his jaws close with a SNAP. “ you’ll be getting your food through a tube. How’s that sound ? ”

@fightingdreamcrs | ASK MY MUSE HOW THEY FEEL ABOUT SOMEONE

“ My sunshine boy !! ” She sighs, dreamily; what couldn’t she say about her most wonderful boy, it would certainly be easier to discuss the things she didn’t feel towards him. “ He’s the love of my life, of course ! ” Hands are on hips, it was an insult to think of him being anything else to her. “ More than that, even...he’s everything.