#maaskcd

          “𝒾'𝓂 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓊𝒻𝒻𝑒𝓇 & 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒”                                         “𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝒶 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀 & 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝒶𝓉”

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◖ -‘๑’- ◗ 

      HOW UNFORGIVING WAS THE GRIP AROUND HIS AIRWAY --- at any moment, it could ( squeeze ) and he’d be left voiceless and at the mercy of his darker counterpart. An echoing noise would be heard as he shifted within restraints unbreakable, an obvious sign that the fire within him still burned brightly and wouldn’t diminish any time soon. It was unintentional --- but when ( his ) presence neared, a low growl could be heard bubbling in the back of his throat, his imprisoned movement frustrating to say the least. It was in his stubborn nature to show resistance in its own way --- the whiskered jinchuuriki known to be difficult in any situation that imprisoned him. 

@maaskcd // hell yeah anbu verses!! memna’s 18 & kakashi’s 24 

Your muse walks in on mine in the bathtub. My muse is covered in wounds. Send me "Bandages" for my muses reaction to yours pulling them out of the tub and beginning to bandage their wounds.

“dammit, hatake,” brings him back to hazy awareness first, before hands haul him out to the warm of the hot bath into the less-hot air of the anbu barracks bath room. “you’ve got blood everywhere, again. do i need to just bleed you out and get it over with? tch.” menma’s hands are gentle enough despite his words; they’re not gentle, exactly, when he presses down hard on his side that makes kakashi gasp to full awareness. kakashi lashes out instinctively-- defend, defend, go to ground-- but menma makes an annoyed sound and ducks around kakashi’s strikes, catching kakashi’s wrist before he even lands a hit. “quit that,” he snaps, and the voice is so like naruto’s in that moment that kakashi does. menma’s worried. 

“what,” kakashi says carefully; his tongue sticks, his eye won’t focus, everything hurts, “do you think you’re doing?”

“i’m saving your ass, old man, now shut the hell up and let me do it!” 

“thought you wanted to bleed me,” kakashi slurs, and god damn, he never gets a moment’s peace. even in the bath, there’s this, and kakashi just wants a damn nap. maybe he is getting old. 

Naruto pressed the tip of his sword to the boy's, no teenager's, throat. Except this person had black hair. They bore the same markings though this person's seemed to be just that while Naruto's were scars.

"State your name, rank, village, and intentions." He growled, voice muffled from his ANBU mask. People did not just fall through portals looking like you every day. His eyes were glowing an eerie purple. A warning, from himself and Kurama. The large demon fox growled inside him and he mentally worked to calm him down. "If you come quietly no harm will come to your person, I will be taking you to the Hokage. You are from a different world correct?" He wrinkled his nose, he could smell the effects of world travel, like something was burning.