#catallyst

//that's so cheerful....

“I’ve become more of a myth, a legend, than a person with the passage of time. My death has only aided in that. History books, propaganda in and of itself at times, has painted me into some untouchable being. They don’t speak of my failures, of the things that make me human. Future generations will remember the Yondaime Hokage but Namikaze Minato will be lost to time.”

“…While I admire Jiraiya-sensei, I can’t help but feel his methods of getting Naruto to summon a toad were…questionable.” If an onlooker looked close enough, one could see an occasional twitch above Minato’s right eye. And notice that his smile was a little stiffer than normal. Because throwing an untrained genin into a ravine with no safety net whatsoever in case this plan didn’t work with only death waiting at the bottom was a brilliant idea.  

or if you’re a necrophiliac, like ibiki

rin is dead 

          A simple shake of head, humorous chuckles like wind chimes. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.” And he’s surely not going to bother explain that his grin is not an indication of overblown confidence but utter apathy towards the outcome. She needed to find the bitterness of liberty herself, he mused, eyes never leaving the brunette while the artist readied another deadly beetle of clay. “But if you watch closely, maybe you’ll come to learn something.”

Kakashi leans over, brushing the hair from her eyes and meeting her gaze.  “It doesn’t hurt to discuss our fears, Rin.  Often, getting something off our chests can do wonders to find relief.”

“Do you want to sit down?”  He points to a bench nearby, before coming up to rest a hand upon Rin’s shoulder.