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Tenzou had spent years imagining what he would do if he everfound Shisui alive after all this time. Years of imagining heart wrenchingscenes filled with tears, running in to each other’s arms, and bolddeclarations of patient never ending love. It was his favorite fantasy toescape in when the world around him was dark and he needed a place inside hismind where he could pretend that everything was going to be okay.

When they found each other the reality was nothing like hepictured.

Even with his eyes covered by a well-worn scarf and his hairgrown out in a messy shag there was no mistaking that face, that warm chakra reachingout as if in invitation. Shisui’s hands fiddled with the cane between themwhile the corners of his lips tilted up in a smile the years hadn’t aged atall. He turned his head but didn’t lift his face, calmly waiting.

“Been a while,” he said as though it hadn’t been more than aweek or so.

“A very long time,” Tenzou agreed. Coming to a stop severalfeet away, he returned the smile even if he knew it would go unseen. “Is this whereyou’ve been hiding?”

“Oh I’ve been here and there. Harder to find my way aroundthese days but I get by.”

With a quiet hum and slow steps Tenzou moved closer until hecould squat down in front of where the other sat on a bench at the side of theroad. “I don’t suppose you would have any interest in coming back to Konoha? Itwould be nice to show you how much home has changed. And lots of people would liketo see you again, I think.”

“Home…” Shisui’s voice broke on that word as though hecouldn’t remember what it was supposed to mean to him.

“It hasn’t been the same without you,” Tenzou whispered.

Reaching out one of his hands, Shisui moved carefully untilhe located Tenzou’s face in front of him. Both of them held their silence as hetraced the shapes and lines, relearning a face he’d once known so well,discovering all the ways that age had and hadn’t changed him. At a certainpoint Tenzou realized that there wasn’t anything else to learn and that theother was feeling tracing his skin for reassurance that he was really there.

Shisui startled to have another pair of hands catch his ownand pull them down, palms encouraged to open so Tenzou could press a kiss in toeach one.

“Come home with me.”

“I would like that,” Shisui replied in a shaken voice. “Iwould like that very much.”

“You’ve been through a lot, I can see that on your face. I’llkeep you safe now. You can rely on me.” Since he was already holding the man’shands Tenzou used that grip to gently guide him down.

Their lips met unerringly, gently, a moment of peace beforeShisui’s breath hitched and he fell down in to Tenzou’s embrace with thesingle-minded desperation of hidden pain. Years of waiting had made him patientbut now when finally he had reached the safety he’d been waiting for thatpatience broke and with it all that he’d been holding back came rushing out. Hottears spilled over his cheeks and his breathing hiccupped but it did nothing todeter either of them from enjoying this long awaited moment.

@denilmo

Shisui/Tenten fanart as encouragement and motivation for @denilmo! :D Just keep writing, I want to read the fanfic even more after drawing this!

And yes, Shisui with long hair! Isn’t he just so pretty? *-*

I think I’ll never draw him with short hair after this. And who is to say that he couldn’t grow his hair out? He was missing for years, after all. (Also I failed miserably at drawing his original hairstyle, but pssshh)

Also, there is so much fail in this picture (shadows, Tenten’s outfit and especially the background), that it is a small miracle that I still like it so much, tbh xD

The first time Sasuke reallynotices Naruto is during their Academy class’s unit on sealing.

To be fair, it would be kind ofhard to miss him after the way heshoves so much chakra into the exploding tag he’s supposed to be making that heblows up the back half of the classroom and launches himself about twenty feetinto the air. A couple of the other kids are a bit singed, and they end uphaving to share a room with another class until the terminally overworkedMokuton user can fix the wall and ceiling, but Naruto wanders back in the nextday looking sheepish and entirelyunharmed.

Since Sasuke saw him take thebrunt of the explosion, this is worthy of note. So is the fact that he managedto shove enough chakra into the tag to burn out the safety seal that wassupposed to keep things like that from happening.

Under the cover of Iruka-sensei’syelling, Sasuke looks down at the diagram on his paper, a jutsu that his fatherdismissed as unreasonable and unusable given normal human limits, and thinks, Huh.

“All your old designs?” Shisui sayswith some confusion when Sasuke tracks him down after class. He rocks back onhis heels, eyeing Sasuke a little warily, and swipes ineffectually at anink-stain on his cheek. “Yeah, I still have them—I wouldn’t throw them outafter you gave them to me for safekeeping, brat.”

“I need them,” Sasuke says with determination.“All of them.”

Shisui blinks, then tilts hishead, studying him for a moment. “You know the amount of chakra they need wouldkill most jounin,” he says, though it’s too curious to be an accusation. “Ithink even Sarutobi-sama might have trouble with some of them. You’ve got a habitof thinking big, kid.”

“Are you going to give them tome or not?” Sasuke demands crankily, because he’s got curfew in three hours andhe still has to pick through his plans to find the easiest one and find Naruto.

“Of course.” Shisui soundsoffended that he’d think otherwise. “They’re your designs, Sasuke. Check the hall closet, top shelf—Tenzō!”

Shisui’s boyfriend takes onelook at the manic light in his eyes, the scrolls scattered over the breakfasttable, and the ink smeared across his face, then blanches and turns right backaround.

“No no no!” Shisui lunges afterhim, grabbing up his scrolls and vaulting clear over the table. “Tenzō, no,come back, I swear this one isn’t like last time, this is a brilliant idea, you will be blown away!”

“Urgent mission, ANBU called, I haveto go!” Tenzō calls over his shoulder as he bolts.

“Tenzō! That wasn’t even a convincing lie! Come on, you’re the onlyone in the village with Mokuton, you haveto try this or my brilliance is wasted, it’s a gorgeous jutsu! Tenzō!”

Sasuke rolls his eyes as theyelling fades behind him and heads for the closet. The box with the jutsus hisfather rejected is right where Shisui said it would be, and Sasuke clutches itand thinks a little gleefully about the potential of even one of these jutsus, provided he can get Naruto to agree. The destructivepower. The awesome might. The possible explosions.

(Somewhere deep in R&D’sbasement Mikoto pauses in the middle of creating a devastating combinationjutsu, and turns to smile fondly at the picture of her youngest son on thewall. She’s so glad he got more of her proclivities than Fugaku’s, even if herhusband does tend to complain about the property damage more frequently sinceshe introduced him to the wonders of explosive chakra techniques.)

Naruto is just heating up waterfor his nightly cup of ramen, halfway through trying to factor a new jumpsuitinto his monthly budget while still having money for Ichiraku’s, when there’s aknock on his door. A little wary—because Hokage-jiji usually warns him when he’sgoing to drop by, and there’s no one else who visits Naruto—he pulls it open,and finds himself face-to-face with the weird nerd who spends pretty much allof their time in class drawing on big scrolls. Iruka-sensei yells at him to payattention almost as much as he does Naruto, which automatically makes Naruto likehim.

But he and Naruto have nevereven spoken before, so Naruto has noearthly idea what he’s doing here.

“Hello?” he asks.

The boy thrusts the shoebox he’scarrying at Naruto and says, “Your chakra reserves are amazing will you try myjutsus?”

This is, Naruto learns much,much later, the Uchiha equivalent of a marriage proposal.

Even if he’d known, he probably stillwould have lit up with glee and cried, “Yes!”

“Not a word,” Mikoto tells herhusband as she ladles miso soup into five bowls instead of the usual four.

Fugaku rolls his eyes at her,ignoring her warning to offer, “I don’t think Kushina would have liked anythingmore than for you to take in her son.”

“And now we have an excuse,” Mikoto says triumphantly,waving the ladle like it’s a weapon to stab Danzō and the other Elders with. “We couldn’t approach him but they didn’t say anything about Sasukenow did they? Hah!”