Obito

"This one has an AC score!" He glibly joked to Scott, his manager, who had the same boring placid expression on his face. He looked around it was barely filled. "Always know a good tattoo dive by it's customers I always say.." He smiled cutely. A lady covered in piercings hurried to them chuckling nervously, speaking in a rush. They were late but would they still service them? Of course. He was famous. Still he was almost always on time for everything, and he expected to keep to a schedule. If there was one professional rule he consistently adhered to it was this, maintaining timeliness. His entire career hinged on him keeping to a strict schedule. He hated inconveniencing anyone with wasted time. His babysitter Scott apologized a ridiculous amount of times and offered to pay a generous fee for tip. Money does get everything you need!

He stood by the receptionist desk, drumming the glass with his fingers and humming in rhythm. He was traveling and inspiration struck! Tattoo! He had a tradition of getting inked in every new land he visited

"Problem was I'm not always inspired.. hits at the oddest moments," He announced to no one in particular. Scott wasn't listening he was busy flirting with the pierced chick.

Hayden moved around, tapping random objects, murmuring to himself, as he did.

"So many times I'm alone when I'm not alone.. I could be surrounded.. and still-"

His amused green eyes were swept up by fate, struck by lightning, and he knew a full body chill.

His stare was met by the most.. radiant.. dashing.. mesmerizing coal black eyes that he was witness to, framed by long thin strokes of inky lashes drawn by God's hand.

Hayden was starstruck. Something that never happened to him. The man standing before him was breathtakingly gorgeous, absolutely shockingly so, he had been all over the world, he'd seen the most handsome people, rubbed elbows with royalty. Parlayed with the filthy rich. He thought he was the apex of good looking.

What a right specimen..

Several chaotic things happened at once, in no particular order..

The entrance to the studio swung open, and he heard new customers walk through, speaking in a voice that was.. eerily familiar. He instantly turned his gaze to the door, and the floor disappeared beneath him. His heart jumped to his throat and he knew a sense of constriction in his chest.

What was he seeing?? WHO WAS HE SEEING?

Shisui froze and watched a face he had fantasized many times, in his wildest dreams, in his most feverish dreams, strut through the little studio, long.. bare legs for days, lean tight torso.. a face that scorned millions of heartbreak, announce himself before him.

And he had been doing so well since this morning, he hadn't seen a single hallucination and he wasn't visited by any spirits. Why now?

WHY HIM?

That face.. no this wasn't real, this wasn't real, this wasn't real.. he was starting to panic. That face belonging to the most angelic, achingly familiar, most famous man of their era, his beauty outshining any living being, this wasn't happening. A moment of weakness, he was obviously reaching for someone comforting, this happened to him when he stepped out of the house, his racing mind gave him certain comfort people to cling to. It used to be.. now it was a famous popstar. But who was with him? He was never delusional enough that he imagined him with anyone else.

With growing dread.. Shisui watched the man linger in one spot, and ghost over to him. He was stuck. He was horrified that his limbs wouldn't move.

Hayden ignored him.

He wanted to breath the same air as the cute boy in front of him.

He tilted his head, casually, steering the ship through calmer waters.

"I lost count of how many tattoos I have, but I'm looking at you now.. and you don't look like you are here to get inked today." He said this without judgement. "I'm Hayden by the way." It was too late he said it. All is well. He didn't think it was a big deal, he met with men and women sometimes, they knew him and they knew his name and certain personal details.

Oh he knew his name. He knew all his songs. He had all his albums. He had every t shirt and even a hoodie and tote bags. HE HAD THE PINK SHORTS! Even a vinyl slip mat. HE HAD THE MERCH SOCKS FFS! Shisui had every available piece of merchandise in his brand.

He eyed his neck and arms, the tattoos were there.. he knew every spot he had a tattoo so he knew where to look.

"This is my number.. call me. Or stay. I won't take long to get this new tattoo inked." He raised his eyebrow suggestively. "I do hope you'll.. stay."

He grabbed the card and turned it over, glancing at it.

Shisui watched the famous pop singer saunter away. His fingers tingled. He saw Obito take the card and with speed grabbed it back. No one touched the card but him.

"This one has an AC score!" He glibly joked to Scott, his manager, who had the same boring placid expression on his face. He looked around it was barely filled. "Always know a good tattoo dive by it's customers I always say.." He smiled cutely. A lady covered in piercings hurried to them chuckling nervously, speaking in a rush. They were late but would they still service them? Of course. He was famous. Still he was almost always on time for everything, and he expected to keep to a schedule. If there was one professional rule he consistently adhered to it was this, maintaining timeliness. His entire career hinged on him keeping to a strict schedule. He hated inconveniencing anyone with wasted time. His babysitter Scott apologized a ridiculous amount of times and offered to pay a generous fee for tip. Money does get everything you need!

He stood by the receptionist desk, drumming the glass with his fingers and humming in rhythm. He was traveling and inspiration struck! Tattoo! He had a tradition of getting inked in every new land he visited

"Problem was I'm not always inspired.. hits at the oddest moments," He announced to no one in particular. Scott wasn't listening he was busy flirting with the pierced chick.

Hayden moved around, tapping random objects, murmuring to himself, as he did.

"So many times I'm alone when I'm not alone.. I could be surrounded.. and still-"

His amused green eyes were swept up by fate, struck by lightning, and he knew a full body chill.

His stare was met by the most.. radiant.. dashing.. mesmerizing coal black eyes that he was witness to, framed by long thin strokes of inky lashes drawn by God's hand.

Hayden was starstruck. Something that never happened to him. The man standing before him was breathtakingly gorgeous, absolutely shockingly so, he had been all over the world, he'd seen the most handsome people, rubbed elbows with royalty. Parlayed with the filthy rich. He thought he was the apex of good looking.

What a right specimen..

Several chaotic things happened at once, in no particular order..

The entrance to the studio swung open, and he heard new customers walk through, speaking in a voice that was.. eerily familiar. He instantly turned his gaze to the door, and the floor disappeared beneath him. His heart jumped to his throat and he knew a sense of constriction in his chest.

What was he seeing?? WHO WAS HE SEEING?

Shisui froze and watched a face he had fantasized many times, in his wildest dreams, in his most feverish dreams, strut through the little studio, long.. bare legs for days, lean tight torso.. a face that scorned millions of heartbreak, announce himself before him.

And he had been doing so well since this morning, he hadn't seen a single hallucination and he wasn't visited by any spirits. Why now?

WHY HIM?

That face.. no this wasn't real, this wasn't real, this wasn't real.. he was starting to panic. That face belonging to the most angelic, achingly familiar, most famous man of their era, his beauty outshining any living being, this wasn't happening. A moment of weakness, he was obviously reaching for someone comforting, this happened to him when he stepped out of the house, his racing mind gave him certain comfort people to cling to. It used to be.. now it was a famous popstar. But who was with him? He was never delusional enough that he imagined him with anyone else.

With growing dread.. Shisui watched the man linger in one spot, and ghost over to him. He was stuck. He was horrified that his limbs wouldn't move.

Hayden ignored him.

He wanted to breath the same air as the cute boy in front of him.

He tilted his head, casually, steering the ship through calmer waters.

"I lost count of how many tattoos I have, but I'm looking at you now.. and you don't look like you are here to get inked today." He said this without judgement. "I'm Hayden by the way." It was too late he said it. All is well. He didn't think it was a big deal, he met with men and women sometimes, they knew him and they knew his name and certain personal details.

Oh he knew his name. He knew all his songs. He had all his albums. He had every t shirt and even a hoodie and tote bags. HE HAD THE PINK SHORTS! Even a vinyl slip mat. HE HAD THE MERCH SOCKS FFS! Shisui had every available piece of merchandise in his brand.

He eyed his neck and arms, the tattoos were there.. he knew every spot he had a tattoo so he knew where to look.

"This is my number.. call me. Or stay. I won't take long to get this new tattoo inked." He raised his eyebrow suggestively. "I do hope you'll.. stay."

He grabbed the card and turned it over, glancing at it.

"SHISUIWEEEEEEE! I am here..! For our Tattoos and Drinks date! Today is the day!"

Shisui was about to take his first bite of sashimi after a long morning of training so hard his shoulder and hips hurt. Rin was here early, and too chipper for how tired he was. He took a big bite and went to open the door.

"Mmmmm..."

She made a fist and pounded on the table.

She didn't know. They would fight a lot, nothing new there.

Obito cast a cold eye towards the tattoo artist who was walking in their direction. He didn't spare a glance at Shisui, the man to blame for this deliberate attempt at risk on Rin's life.

"SHISUIWEEEEEEE! I am here..! For our Tattoos and Drinks date! Today is the day!"

Shisui was about to take his first bite of sashimi after a long morning of training so hard his shoulder and hips hurt. Rin was here early, and too chipper for how tired he was. He took a big bite and went to open the door.

"Mmmmm..."

She made a fist and pounded on the table.

She didn't know. They would fight a lot, nothing new there.

Obito cast a cold eye towards the tattoo artist who was walking in their direction. He didn't spare a glance at Shisui, the man to blame for this deliberate attempt at risk on Rin's life.

"SHISUIWEEEEEEE! I am here..! For our Tattoos and Drinks date! Today is the day!"

Shisui was about to take his first bite of sashimi after a long morning of training so hard his shoulder and hips hurt. Rin was here early, and too chipper for how tired he was. He took a big bite and went to open the door.

"Mmmmm..."

She made a fist and pounded on the table.

She didn't know. They would fight a lot, nothing new there.

I will make a blog when the time comes. I promise.

Obito drags Rin out to the tiger enclosure, telling her to keep her eyes closed.

"OKAY NOW TOBI'S RIN CHAN CAN OPEN HER EYES!" He stays close to her as he presents two new baby tiger cubs, who are close to the female tiger. They were hidden in a den but visible.

SCREECHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"BABY TIGERS!"

Rin was pleased to see mommy gave birth after 3 and a 1/2 months. She had been worried. Obito and her checked on them every day twice a day, anxiously, for weeks.

"Not yet my love.. mommy will get very angry if her cubs are separated from her right now. They're healthy and well. Be patient and you can hold one in a few days time." He glanced around, the male tiger abandoned the female to allow her to raise her cubs in peace, so he wasn't expecting the male tiger to be near. But the area wasn't a vast jungle; they tigers were forced in captivity. He didn't ever allow Rin to be in here for more than a few minutes at a time and his next step was to remove the male tiger from this enclosure for the next 2 years. He brought his trained gaze back to the scene at hand. They were tiny, and adorable, and the less contact by him or Rin, they would survive to adulthood.

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Obito drags Rin out to the tiger enclosure, telling her to keep her eyes closed.

"OKAY NOW TOBI'S RIN CHAN CAN OPEN HER EYES!" He stays close to her as he presents two new baby tiger cubs, who are close to the female tiger. They were hidden in a den but visible.

SCREECHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"BABY TIGERS!"

Rin was pleased to see mommy gave birth after 3 and a 1/2 months. She had been worried. Obito and her checked on them every day twice a day, anxiously, for weeks.

"Not yet my love.. mommy will get very angry if her cubs are separated from her right now. They're healthy and well. Be patient and you can hold one in a few days time." He glanced around, the male tiger abandoned the female to allow her to raise her cubs in peace, so he wasn't expecting the male tiger to be near. But the area wasn't a vast jungle; they tigers were forced in captivity. He didn't ever allow Rin to be in here for more than a few minutes at a time and his next step was to remove the male tiger from this enclosure for the next 2 years. He brought his trained gaze back to the scene at hand. They were tiny, and adorable, and the less contact by him or Rin, they would survive to adulthood.

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