#foundsweets

Preparation for the war was both physically and emotionally draining. Everywhere Gai looked there was a constant reminder to him of the horror and inevitable loss that was to come. “This’ll all be over in no time, ey Kakashi?” He looked over to his rival, breaking the silence between them as they worked, though somewhere in his voice was a slight tone implying his own need for reassurance. Between the two of them, Gai was usually the optimistic one, the one who gave the other reassurance or tried to give everything a positive spin. Gai knew better than anyone that Kakashi wasn’t exactly positive in nature, but his own thoughts kept looming back to a very dark place; the idea that he could lose the love of his life during their time at war. But no, that was silly, wasn’t it? Kakashi, the legendary copy ninja, the strongest man Gai knew, there was no way anything could happen to him, right? Stay positive, stay positive...everything will be fine. 

it wasn’t his scene, but gaara had been roped into going. honestly, he hadn’t any idea parties like this occurred outside of fictional depictions, but then his home town had been much smaller than the bustling city of wild youths. his friend seemed excited, which was something, just about the only something that had him agreeing at all. naruto was a hard person to say ‘no’ to when he got that look in his eyes ; all bright and hopeful and too blue to be real. his joy when gaara agreed had been worth it at the time... not so much now.

the party was, immediately, overwhelming. too many people he didn’t know, too much sound. hosted in the home of someone with a lot of money to their ( parent’s ) name, ample space to cram as many college aged bodies as one possibly could. who even knew this many people, he wondered. there were, some, familiar faces and for that he was grateful, but people were far too easy to lose track of in the sprawl. he was certain naruto would become one with the flood of bodies at some point, even with his height advantage, and gaara loathed the thought of losing his singular support in the foreign environment. 

“sakuraaaa!” loud tone broke above the crowd and music, naruto barreling through people for an uzumaki flavored greeting. like an excited dog, he barreling into the girl, as well as the other person at her side. words were exchanged, ‘i’m so glad you made it! and hey! hey came!’ and the like while gaara stood awkwardly aside. hands stuffed in the dark, loose hoodie ( he had no idea how to dress for a party and chose comfort above all else ). hands gripped his shoulders, naruto having circled around to his back so he could scoot him forward in a way that reminded him far too much of his brother. gaara almost elbowed him out of instinct. 

“sai, this is gaaa. gaara, sai. you two are gonna be geat pals, ‘cause you’re both kind of quiet and weird.” “naruto!” “what, it’s true! oh, hey, look over there --- he came!” 

and just like that naruto had abandoned him, grabbing sakura’s wrist and hauling her away in the pursuit of another ( presumably ) friend, because nauto was actually sociable and knew people here. gaara knew naruto, and sakura to a smaller extent. if ino were around, he also knew her, but didn’t know if he wanted to spend time at a paty with her. mostly because he didn’t want to spend time at a party with anyone. 

          Perhaps from anyone else, such a question could be taken as a jab at Sai’s appearance.  But Lee wasn’t one to act out of malice and his question was an honest one.  Despite what many may think because of his own peculiar style (spandex and thick eyebrows), personal style was important to Lee. He twiddles with a piece of grass as he stares into Sai’s face, expression thoughtful.

                Lee wears a soft smile as he continues, though his eyes are a little sad.  “It is unfortunate, but your appearance is the first thing others judge you on rather than your actions.  So it is important that your style fits who you are.”  A pause as he crosses his legs, staring down at his own attire: The green jumpsuit and the kung-fu style robe atop.

                He hoped his style made him appear kind and strong.  With his brows crunched, he asks. “Do I appear kind and strong, Sai-kun?”

Meme. I No longer accepting. I @foundsweets

🌙 Have they ever had a one night stand? 

Yes, Itachi has had a one-night stand, but it’s something he never speaks about due to what awoke him to do it. Itachi did very far back, sleep with someone to see if it made him “feel” something or if it “numbed” the pain he felt, when he was in the Akatsuki, but since then, Itachi has slept with no one.

💞 Would they ever enter/have they ever entered into a polyamorous relationship?  

Itachi would most likely not have anything against a poly relationship as long as the love is shared equally amongst the individuals and there is no question about that they all belong together. However, so far, Itachi has not considered such a possibility, he would honestly be very surprised if anyone would want to love him. Like one individual = wauw, two individuals = what is happening?

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to catch you off guard there.” she chuckles, feeling a little guilty for startling him like that. 

“That’s right. It’s been a while since my ANBU days. I’m surprised you remember who I am.” After all, she’d been there such a short time, she wouldn’t have held it against him if he hadn’t the slightest idea who she was at all! Even more surprising he remembered her actual name and not her code name.