ind. menma of rtn

    ‘ i .. i am not in the mood, right now ! ‘ // @nawmikaze

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“ not sure if you noticed, but that was a priceless piece of fuckin’ art you just stepped on. I hope you choke on your own spit, asshole — un. „

steady breathing,   the kunochi’s gaze stays fixed upon the other,   posture nothing more than a pinnacle of confidence.   he might have been able to fool the others,   spoken eloquently enough to trick them,   but nothing could get past her eyes.   lavender hues,   both a blessing & a curse,   had made his ruse too easy to crack.   then again,   perhaps that was his plan all along.   a clever one,   much to her distaste.   she should have never come alone,   should have known better.   at this point,  she was nothing more than a white rabbit walking into the wolf’s den.    ❛   ——–   is he safe   …  did you hurt him ??   ❜

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Sasuke groans.

“Do we have to take that mission? It sounds difficult,” he complains while flicking away one of his bangs.

BOLD the ones that apply to your muse. italicize the ones that may vary by verse.

i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked // tyger tyger, burning bright  // i have done it again. // do not go gentle into that good night. // the sea is calm to-night.  // let us go then, you and i, //  april is the cruelest month, // pretty women wonder where my secret lies. //  there is a place where the sidewalk ends  // i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)

two roads diverged in a yellow wood,  // whose woods these are i think i know  //  let us twain walk aside from the rest;  //  once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary, // i taught myself to live simply and wisely // it so happens i am sick of being a man  // i wandered lonely as a cloud  //  does it dry up like a raisin in the sun ?  //  o my luve is like a red, red rose  // o captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done; //  out of the night that covers me,  // it was many and many a year ago, // you may write me down in history // do not stand at my grave and weep  // some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice.  //  hope is the thing with feathers  //  the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,  // no man is an island,

remember me when i am gone away, // i met a traveller from an antique land //  ‘twas brillig, and the slithy toves  // this is thy hour o soul, //  when we wear the mask that grins and lies,  //  death be not proud, //  and death shall have no dominion.  //  laugh, and the world laughs with you;  // the art of losing isn’t hard to master; // to see a world in a grain of sand  //  is there anybody there? said the traveller // nobody heard him, the dead man,  //  that crazed girl improving her music.  // come to me in the silence of the night; //  where the mind is without fear and the head is held high //  when you are old and grey and full of sleep,  //  in flanders’ fields the poppies blow  // i thought of you and how you love this beauty // life, believe, is not a dream  //  it may be misery not to sing at all,  //  if starry space no limit knows

come live with me and be my love, // had we but world enough and time,  //  my heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense // bright star, would i were steadfast as thou art–//  thou still unravish’d bride of quietness  //  how do i love thee? let me count the ways.  //  heaven is what i cannot reach! //  my dear, my dear, i know  // in visions of the dark night //  shall i compare thee to a summers day? // break, break, break // she walks in beauty, // i had a dream, which was not all a dream. // he clasps the crag with crooked hands.

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Painted lips part just enough to reveal clenched teeth, brisk air of indignation at Sasuke’s shoddy parading. Self control held by a mere thread, admittedly peeling; The fool had no idea just convenient a punching bag would be right about now. Thumb sliding over her knuckles, applying just enough pressure to release the air between joints.

“Step away, Uchiha!” a shadow cast over her sitting form. Neji’s chin lifts, a pointed look at the offending male. “Are you alright, Hinata-sama?” with all the dignity he could muster. Not a lot considering she caught his face buried in her chest-wrappings that morning.

With intention to retaliate, Hinata turns– only to find herself completely deflated by an eclipse, one that seized her breath. The banter between shinobi dulls while mirroring Menma’s gaze: His doleful eyes cast enduring beauty in an absent manner, which in it’s self is pleasing– if only she was extended such privilege.

Though a somber venture, conflicting whispers surrounding the object of her desire, as it may.

‘Didn’t he realize? should they have caught him.. Should they have found out it was Menma who had done it.

Forcing herself to turn around, tongue pinched between molars.

‘He would be– banished??  No doubt would be used, a political uproar! the perfect bait. And while she wanted to believe that he had enough clout.. ..did he?

Reaching into her pocket to grab some coin that’s tossed beside a nearly full bowl. A muffled, “I need air” at Tenten’s pitched concern. Having absolutely no interest or energy in keeping up the act. Brushing past with puffed cheeks, dipping out the very folds held open moments ago.

     to stand firm and hold to the traditions that they taught each other, either by their spoken words or by letter. he could read them like a book. diminished deluge of perspiration tickling his cheek with its descent to retreat the prior annoyance. footfalls rising acclivity atop of the steps & surceasing stetsons the moment in which the last step was by past & taken, an elevation of spirited disguise ; usurped his attention, naturally drawing his line of sight to her whom was seemingly transfixed 'pon the portrait of experience. 

    to his faint dismay, was of the goddess of expiry but the respiration loosened his tongue -- brushing sakura off of him. ----- ... she remembers, doesn’t she? controversy at her exit, noted worry in everyone's tone. a paused hesitance for the first time. he was vulnerable. a single utterance was bestowed unto his inamorata, laced with a note of exasperation in response to the groups natural reaction. at the crack of his metallic heel, the shinobi corresponded after her.