#riye

EDIT: FORGOT 2 SAY HAJIME IS TRANS.....................

decided 2 post them 2 my personal blog (this one) because i am a PUSSY ;kfjlskjdf

anyways I made komahina fankids (inspired by @catboymoments of course!!!!!) ENJOY THEM

technically i made them with @calamitousjohnny (should i tag ur dangleronpers blog???? i think??? yeah.) BUT i drew them sfd;kajsfl so.

More about them under the cut!

Of an overflowing chest of treasures with golden trinkets and coins mortals would tear at one another to obtain, the extended hand merely plucked out a singular band. A silver ring, engraved with an amethyst gemstone that glittered whenever a stream of light hit it’s epicenter. A simple novelty any of her status could’ve obtained at a flicker of their wrist and yet, here she was, out and about on the land of hubris-ridden mortals to obtain a trinket not worthy of even her glimpse.

“Do you intend to disclose to me why you’ve brought me along with you to visit a cave? And over some silly jewelry no less. I didn’t take you for the materialistic type Riri.”

“I’m not.”

“Not willing to justify our reason for being here or not temporal? Which is it?”

“Whichever you conclude,” The Empress hummed, tucking away the jewelry into her pocket and returning up the muddied stone stairway.

Vines coiled around the cobblestone walls, treading from the gaping circular entryway above down to the floor of the enclosed igloo of stone. Water trickled in from a coursing mother-river somewhere farther below ground with its only indication of presence: the echo of running water.

“Nevs will mutilate you for tarnishing the hem of that gown you know? Since it’s woven from silk and gold.”

“I’d almost forgotten.”

The General heaved a sigh, agitated with the childish conduct of her elder sibling whose persona was meant to be that of a regal lady. Even so, the sophomoric behavior was a breath of fresh air in comparison to the usual constraining atmosphere Riye carried.

“From speculation, you’re not the type to value anything material for the mere action of doing so. That must mean that that ring must have some sentimental value for you. It’s amethyst so perhaps an ancient gift-“

“Rei -please- not now.” Pleading whimper exuded from haughty lips brought forth upturned brows from following companion. To see once regal presence allow mundane sentiments to be brought forth gave her enough sense of conscience to understand the subject was not one that needed further prying despite conjuring curiosity. Assumptions as to the trinkets maker however, continued to cross her train of thought: perhaps her late spouse, maybe her lost love, or simply a gift from some mortal suitor. Whichever the case, the jewel was a treasure the Empress would jeopardize her reputation for.

“Nevs wished for me to ask if it would be alright for her to host a luncheon for Zion’s birthday. The boy wanted to see how his ‘Lady Aunt’ was fairing.” Swift to alter the topic in attempt to continue the bit of time they’d have to speak, Rei proceeded to announce the doings of their family. Her continuous visits to the mortal realm didn’t allow much time to spend with her elder sibling who remained confined to her workroom despite incessant nagging.

“Of course she can. It would be nice to see how Zion and Adelaide are doing considering their magic must’ve finally appeared. Nevs was fretful they would be mortals due to their birth there. I’m glad she no longer needs to worry so much.” Tender sweet care only extended to those who her protection had brought; a calm kindness she’d endow to all those who regarded her with love.

Reaching the heart of the oasis, hanging palm trees overhead providing shade whilst rumbling cicadas sang choruses about blistering heat, one could never tell why such a high-standing woman would trudge down for a trinket. Stray rays of sunlight peeked through cracks in the palms craving blessed skin, wishing to allow its golden lure to shimmer amidst plain world. Finding the forgotten antiquated sigil carved upon a stone doorway, miniature chips and cracks over the material from long disuse, dainty tan digits brushed the imprint of the first rune. Magic seeped into the carvings, light protruding from the sigil in moments; a click sounding to signal the door was open.

“When we return to the palace, do me a favor and be polite.” Stricken with confusion, Rei spun to barrage her sister with questions but received a face full of clamoring guards instead. Questions were spewed like blasting canons, hardly leaving an impact for all the sound meshed into one another to create a horrendous choir.

“Please settle down! One at a time!” The General ordered, the walls rumbling in response. Silence soon followed and one by one, the fiddling guards regaled their General with the knowledge that a procession was on its way to the palace doors. From what had been observed it appeared to be quite a festive group with several performers dazzling the crowds, only a single soldier following.

“I see. Return to your posts. I'll inform the Empress we have guests.” Odd acts meant to create endearing sentiments often went dismissed for her sister was known as the Empress of Stone, whose heart never seemed to be pierced by wayward admirers. Thus, the General strolled back to the stuffy pistachio painted workplace of her sibling where mountains of paper and books dominated the scene.

“Hey, someone sent a fancy shmancy parade to appease you. I’ll alert Gabriel to send them-”

“Let them in. I wish to greet them personally.” Tilting her head and narrowing her gaze upon unfazed sibling, the General could hardly conjure up syllables that would explain her sudden bewilderment at such a reply. This wasn’t ordinary. It would have been considered miracle enough if the Empress had simply contemplated their entrance, but for her approval: something was off.

“Whose representatives are they? What use will you get from hearing what they have to say? Just who-”

“I cannot answer all your questions at this moment but what I can say is that they are here to deliver an invitation with their most ‘attentive’ efforts. From what shadows have told me, their king wishes me to attend this gala of his to speak on a special offer he wishes to present.”

“Offer?” Rei pressed.

“Nothing is certain though, I already have the topic in mind. Even so, it’s nothing you need concern yourself with my dear nita.” Waving her hand in the air, dismissal certain, the General retreated with a bow to her superior. A storm was brewing and the deity of chaos felt it fester in the air. Blood would be spilt soon and the mere thought of it riled her senses. But she'd sworn to leave those things be. An oath made long ago to cease needless destruction kept her bonded to sanity she’d easily cast away for a taste of forbidden fruit.

“Another dismissal I presume?” Gabriel came sighing.

“No. Allow them passage. The Empress will greet them in the Throne Room as the guests they are. However, station the first squadron overhead and the second around the doorways. Inform them to remain out of sight. If I spot one, they’ll be dealt swift punishment for disobedience.” Command given, adjacent baffled sibling nodded, and set off to welcome unforeseen visitors. Abandoned in her silence, fiery goddess sucked in a breath through clenched teeth, brewed unease fluttering away like butterflies off her skin.

Thundering horn signaled the entrance of blessed vessel to the throne room, appointed second hurrying over on obsidian coated wings, landing behind her superior. Regal statue leisurely sat upon glorified seat, raising two fingers to then tilt down; a signal to open the doors. A rambunctious crowd trailed in, several performers beginning their acts so that frigid exterior would feign a smile. Men and women pranced around the painted circle on the floor, flashing smiles and raising hope they’d accomplish their paid mission.

But carved stone could not be altered, piercing silver glare landing upon the final enterer to her domain, a small man whose demeanor appeared haughty even in the presence of a Goddess. Truly, this was Senju’s subject: egotistical to a default.

“State your business with the Empress of the Heavens,” Designated monster sneered from appointed station behind frigid enchantress.

“At ease Lady Rei. We must greet our guests with respect for they have traveled far to see us. Be at ease honored guests, please, tell me the purpose of your visit.” Opposing characters fit their roles well to present long told stories of the imperial family: ruthless avenger Rei, and merciful ruler Riye.

“We’ve come to present an invitation from his Highness of ƧЦП DIΛᄂ to her Majesty. He wishes for Her Majesty’s attendance at the upcoming gala where her honor shall be celebrated.”

The Empress of Stone wished to burst out into fits of giggles like a plebeian at the deception intended to lure her. Senju, whose hubris ridden soul allowed not a single person respect, would never honor another god in his own lands. The mere thought was laughable.

“Tell your King that he may expect my presence at his Gala but to cease any attempts of flattery. I’d rather greet him as the sibling I’ve always regarded him as, not another colleague.” With request stated, the Empress offered the traveling troupe a night’s stay, having maids lead them the way to the guest rooms.

Once prying eyes had been cut off by closing doors, the goddess sunk in her seat, sighing heavily with a hand to her temple. Shadows had sent whispers to which she’d already prepared fitting punishment yet, her heart couldn’t stand the thought. This boy she’d seen grow from a sprout had become a weed in his own garden and now dared to expand his roots.

“So you didn’t even consider discussing with your council beforehand? You’re simply going to do as you fucking please without a single regard for your safety?” Rei barked, palms curled into fists and quivering at her sides. Habitual fury from known spitfire had been an anticipated rejection.

“I’ve already taken precautionary measures and no matter what trials I cannot die. My body is indestructible even if I were to be blasted by all the stars in the sky. Believe me, I’ve done all I can nita, but for this to work: I need your faith in me.” Weary mass stood from her seat to stand before her dear sister, resting a palm on her cheek and shoulder. Blazing purple irises stared directly into twinkling murky skies that often seemed like they’d spill rain at a seconds notice and yet remained clear. Rei despised this about her sister; the ability to conceal all her falsehoods with a confidant gaze.

“I’ll trust you IF you reveal your plan to me. Knowing you, you’ve already concocted every step that follows this so tell me. Just what are you intending to do?” Truth had never been given by scheming tongue who’s plans were worth much more than gold. To ask for truth was as if asking her sibling to catch her a falling star.

“Alright then. If you must know, I don’t intend much. I wish to see the true state of his kingdom and decide if he merely deserves a tongue lashing or a physical punishment. His kingdom is a sight to behold from what I’ve seen through the Eye but…,” Riye paused, nipping the inner of her own cheek before continuing, “something feels amiss and I wish to see it with my own eyes.” Merciful, mortal soul encased within immortal carcass held the ability to wish no ill towards another, not even when they were in the wrong. Meaningless hope maintained belief that this brute she’d once seen as a boy had not become demanding Zeus.

“If that is what you command sire, I shall heed your orders,” Diligent decree began only to halt and return to crude tongue, “But who will accompany you?”

“You as my right hand and Nev-“

“What, why!? Not even you can conclude what that monster will do! If he were to take Nevs-“

“I would never allow it to come to that. If Senju so much as lays a hand on a strand of her hair I’ll have magma swallow his palace whole only to then suffocate his soul within a cauldron of mortal misery far worse than the ones we lived.” Vitriolic solemness sung from tongue fed only honey, a truth to her threat that often never came. For an Empress whose goal remained peace, she was never one to shy away from the atrocities of war or whatever punishment came with what she desired. All that mattered was the goal; not the means.

“But what if he proves harsher to deal with?” Apprehensive bloom flowered in the depths of the General's bosom, not a lack of faith but an anxiousness that rationality may not be the only driving force in her sister’s cause.

Riye grinned, ducking her head that tittered from laughter. Truly such an amusing statement to utmost divinity. Senju was a deity of innumerable strength - that she would admit - but he did not have the power to defeat her. No, Senju lacked a crucial piece to his divinity much like all those he claimed below him.

Redemption In Your Eyes

By AsterUchiha

Chp 1: The Longest Walk

"Why?" Kakashi stepped forward, still tense and distrusting.

Itachi sighed. "Would you rather fight? It's certainly not in your best interests." He said all of this slowly, clearly aggravated.

"I'd rather fight!" Aster jerked her arm in Itachi's grip, yelling in his ear.

Turning slowly to face the entire group, Sasuke crossed his arms. "Would it make you feel better if we let you tie our hands?" He was quickly tiring of the arguing. Even though he wasn't completely sure of what his brother was planning, he had a few reasonable guesses.

"No… I doubt that would do much good." Kakashi gave his former student another wary glance, but he seemed to be giving in.

He was about to continue when Naruto cut in. "I think it would do a whole hell of lot of good." He glared at Sasuke, turning white with rage.

Kakashi, Sakura, and Sasuke watched Naruto in shock. I never thought it would come to this… Sasuke lowered his gaze again. "Naruto…"

"Shut the hell up!" Naruto fought to keep his voice level as hurt and betrayal raced through him. "Don't talk to me like you're my friend, you bastard!"

Sasuke gritted his teeth, those words were more painful than they had any right to be. He wanted to lash back out, but guilt held him in silence. Itachi watched, becoming more and more concerned. I should have realized the kyuubi kid would be one the of the ones after Sasuke… Dammit.

Aster slipped from Itachi's grasp, moving between Sasuke and Naruto. "Watch your mouth kid!" She flipped a kunai out of its holster, ready to fight.

Taking an aggressive step forward, Naruto started to say something, but stopped as he placed the face in front of him. It was a moment before he found his voice again. "Y-you…"

Recognition came over her and Sakura did a double take of the redheaded woman. There was another few minutes of silence as team seven finally placed the hotheaded girl accompanying the Uchiha brothers. There was an uncomfortable moment of silence before Aster reluctantly backed down.

"Let's go." Itachi walked toward Konoha and Sasuke started to follow. Twisting his shoulders leisurely, hecaught Kakashi's gaze. "Nothing good can come of fighting us. I ask you now, let us aid you."

Tensing her body and preparing to strike at anytime, Sakura took a deep breath to ease her anxiety. "We don't need your help."

Hardening his features, Itachi kept his eyes on Kakashi. "You came here to get Sasuke, but as a side mission, I assume, you are to destroy any Akatsuki members you discover." He continued slowly, as if talking to a small child, "The only reason your orders are to 'destroy' us, is because your superior assumes you cannot take us captive without tremendous loss on your side. This is true, but only if we resist."

To his pupils' surprise, their ex-sensei stepped forward. "True. But then I have to ask… Why do you not resist?"

Letting the cloak slide halfway off his shoulders, Sasuke met Naruto's scowl. "Did it ever occur to you that we didn't choose to walk this path?" The rage faded from Naruto's expression and left only a look of torn agony.

"Hmm…" Kakashi sighed in thought. He relaxed. Then, making a point to catch each of the exiled nin's stares, he gave them a look of determination. "I'll be watching you three, every second. Even think about trying anything, and I'll know."

"Perfectly understandable," Itachi tilted his head, motioning for Sasuke and Aster to follow. Aster stood, staring down Kakashi.

It was a minute before she began to walk with them. She tailed Itachi closely, watching Kakashi in contempt. They made their way towards Konoha in a thick silence. Itachi and Sasuke led the way, Aster close behind, within arm's reach of Itachi. Sakura and Naruto flanked Kakashi, who loped after them at a leisurely pace.

The sun moved across the sky slowly, and shadows lengthened irritatingly slow. Sasuke made an effort to keep his eyes straight ahead, but he could sense Sakura's gaze boring into him, and the absence of Naruto's watchful eyes made him feel lost somehow. It amazed him how quickly things had changed. He mulled over the past two weeks, and his steps became more and more sluggish. After a time, he looked up from his feet to find Itachi and Aster far ahead of him, his former comrades on either side, and his sensei close behind. Sakura was still staring at him, but wouldn't come any closer, and Naruto was keeping as much distance as possible. Their sudden aversion to him was unsettling. Sasuke quickened his steps to a trot and caught up to Itachi and Aster.

Sunset was coming over the world, but in the forest, it appeared to be night. Aster moved closer to Itachi; they were almost shoulder to shoulder now. She glanced back. Sasuke was still watching the ground as if it would give him the answers he so desperately desired, but it remained silent and unchanging. A sympathetic pang shot through her. I want to help him… But what can I do?

Itachi stopped, meeting Kakashi's restless gaze. "We should stop and make camp for now."

The jonin came to a halt and looked around him, as if seeing the forest for the first time. Nodding slightly, "I agree."

Little by little, they set up a small fire and laid out small sleeping bags. Team Seven took up one side of the fire, and Itachi and Aster took up another. Sasuke was nowhere to be found. Sliding hesitantly into their sleeping bags, Naruto and Sakura tried to force sleep under the awkward circumstances.

Itachi appeared to already be deep asleep, leaning against a tree just out of the fire's glow. Curled beside him, Aster watched the fire.

As the night began to wear on, she broke the profound silence. "Itachi," she turned her head slightly, gazing at him from the corner of her eyes. "Where's Sasuke?" She kept her voice low so that only he could hear her.

He shifted abruptly. "I wouldn't worry about him." Aster shot him a nasty glare. "Just let him do what he wants. He's not hurting anything."

"Yeah, anything but himself," she hissed back. "I'm going to find him." Aster left no room to argue, but as she stood, Itachi pulled her back down.

Sakura blinked. Itachi and Aster appeared to be arguing, and she had heard Sasuke's name. Come to think of it… Where did he go? She slipped out of the rumpled, under-sized bag.

"What are you doing, Sakura-chan?" Naruto rolled over, staring up at her.

She gave him a scathing glare. "I'm going to the bathroom, if you must know. Is that not allowed?"

A blush crawled over Naruto's face. "Sorry… Just asking." He flipped back over, muttering irritably under his breath.

Itachi motioned towards Sakura's retreating outline. "Don't worry about Sasuke."

Sighing in resignation, Aster gave him a stern look. "I feel like I should be searching for him too."

"How about searching for a better place to spend the night?" His eyes flickered to the group from Konoha. "We seem to be causing unnecessary tension."

She sighed again. "I agree… I guess." They stood silently, fading into the surrounding trees.

Sakura picked her way over the ensnarements of plant life as quietly as she could. It was dark, and moonlight filtered through the trees laid its fingers on the Earth in small shafts. "What are you doing?" a slightly irritated, but incredibly tired voice drifted to her.

She stopped, peering up into one of the wildly growing trees. "Looking for you."

Sasuke met her curious gaze and his constant glare softened. "Hmm. You found me. Now what?" His tone was thick with sarcasm.

Sakura let her mouth fall open slightly. She hadn't thought so far ahead. After an awkward moment, she pressed on, "Well… You don't have to stay out here… Alone."

"And you don't have to come after me," he replied smartly. Sakura lowered her head, turning back towards the camp. Grinding his teeth, he called down to her again, "I didn't mean it like that… I just want to know why."

She dropped her shoulders, and even though she refused to face him, she wasn't walking away anymore. "I was just…" Sakura paused, crossing her arms, "Just worried."

"Oh," Sasuke answered, keeping his thoughts to himself. He waited for her to say something more, the way she might have two years ago, but instead she shuffled back into the dappled shadows from whence she had come.

"This seems good." Itachi slid down against a tree and pulled the Akatsuki cloak off. The light of the fire was still visible in the distance between twisted tree trunks.

Aster nodded, kneeling beside him. It was colder here. She rubbed her shoulders unconsciously and scooted close enough for their shoulders and hips to touch. Itachi slipped his arm behind her shoulders and pulled the over-sized cloak around them. "Better?"

"Definitely," she muttered, sinking down and curling her body beside his. "You're like having a portable heater."

He gave her an annoyed look. "Thanks…" Itachi drawled. "That's such a wonderful compliment."

"Hey, at least it's not an insult," she replied matter of factly.

He was about to shoot back with another quick-witted retort, but she leaned on him, resting her head on his shoulder, and leaving him with no more reply than an exasperated sigh.

Dawn was coming quickly as the first tender rays of light brushed the sky; Itachi shifted under Aster. She sat up slowly, still heavy-lidded.

"We should get back before all hell breaks loose." Itachi tugged softly at the cloak, but didn't pull it out of her grasp.

She yawned, dropping it in his lap. "Yeah… You're right." They stood, stretching, and adjusting to the early morning light. It was a few minutes before Aster caught his eyes. "We should probably drag Sasuke back too."

Itachi sighed. "I would hope he has enough sense to do that himself."

"I bet you anything, he's probably still passed out." She crossed her arms.

"And I'll bet he's already back, and pissed that we've taken so long." Itachi gave her a tired glower. "Stop fretting over him unnecessarily. He's sixteen, not six."

Snorting in aggravation, Aster turned on her heel, "You're WAY too lenient."

"You're so over protective I think he's suffocating even when you're not within eyeshot of him." Itachi smirked, amused at her frustration.

"I AM not!" she shot back, pressing her lips together in angry line.

This time he outright laughed at her before meeting her glare with a grin. "Denial is cute, but it's also annoying as hell. Enough." The light was getting brighter; Itachi eyed the sky warily. "We need to hurry back."