#sabotherevolutionary

4. The son

Meaning: A boy is a bird of prey, still flightless.

Sabo, who wanted to fly away, forgot his jailers but was still chained to the floor, he didnt remember his wings, after all.

Asuma had never considered himself all that...well...romantically inclined. He liked friendships more than anything, people he could hang out with, grab a drink with, shoot the breeze. His whole life, he'd only really had eyes for one person.

But like being struck with Kakashi's raikiri, that changed.

Blond hair like freshly minted ryo, dark, wide eyes and a sharp smile caught him off guard. Even the rough scar over one eye and towering hat didn't really throw him off and he came to stand next to the man under some shop's canopy.

"Hey," he said, blessing the utter downpour they were stuck in for the chance to get some proximity. Asuma couldn't remember ever needing to be near someone, not like this. "There's a bar just down the street if you want somewhere a little less soggy to stand."