#skeletiis

that’s not what i asked.

the words bloom, wither in the back of his throat as kimimaro’s hard, flat stare seems to chastise him with a glance. haku wonders whether he found what he was looking for, because haku hasn’t. there’s no reason for kimimaro to refuse food. how would he be able to protect himself on the road without the energy necessary for chakra manipulation ?

he tries again. haku looks kimimaro in the eyes as he takes two of the roasted, spitted bluegills for himself, leaving another two cooling by the fire. 

❛ There’s enough here for both of us. ❜

@variantia just marry me irl

@skeletiis

        -- ❝ gotta say, you don’t look your best. ❞ it didn’t take GENIUS to figure that much out. hell, he’s only been in konoha for a hot second & even he could tell there was something off about him. head tilts as he looks the other over, debating on wether to give ‘em a hand, a voice inside his head warning him it probably wouldn’t be a good idea to get too close just yet.

   She wants to cry, and she doesn’t hold back.  After the blows that life has dealt her and those precious to her, she can’t afford to hold back anymore.  Her arms find their way around him, quickly, to hold him as tightly as she dares.

   Even then, she tries to be gentle.  Afraid of hurting him -- afraid that if she holds him too tightly, he’ll break.  She was scared that without any of them, she’d forget how to be tender and motherly, but as soon as she touches him, it becomes clear that soft part of her has survived.

   He’s all she has left now.  He’s all that remains ; everyone else who gave her purpose is ... gone.  The past few years have been hell and she keeps weighing whether it’s worth it to keep living.

   But finding him gives her a reason to live again.

It had been only a week since she had left the leaf village. She had been clueless as to what had happened to her and who had attacked her, until the signs started being all too clear, she then knew she had to leave to protect the village, her family. Basically she was now learning to live again, if you could call it that. They all say monsters are the stuff of myths and legends, the stuff of nightmares. No one ever told you they were real. She hated the new her. She hated the things she was finding out about herself. If she could just cry, God how she wanted to, but found in her new life, she couldn’t. 

She wondered if it was maybe just too hard to? Maybe she just didn’t try hard enough. Now the only thing that kept her going was her goal. Her plan. She would find a cure if it killed her. What if there wasn’t a cure? No. She doesn’t even entertain the idea.

Hinata had been traveling for a week now, she found herself close to the sound. She entered the sound village. Why was she here? She had no clue, she had to start somewhere. Wearing her dark hooded cloak, she walks through the village, it was raining, the sky above dark, hiding the sun. One could easily mistake it as late evening. It was only around eight am. She sees an alley, it was empty, she quickly made her way to it and sat down, her back against the wall. Again, the question was. Why? Why did she come here?

@flutesdeath -- @pasttorn -- @skeletiis

Petition to rewrite the sound five they’re all alive and FINE THEYRE DOING GREAT

Bellum.  they’re also now called the Sound Six !  someone realized that just bc Sakon and Ukon are twins doesn’t make them one person--

// the sound four were literally given to kimimaro as a gift they just didn’t come with a damn gift receipt to rETURN THEM

Orochimaru: Here, Kimimaro, as a gift for being such a good ninja, here are four new friends for you

Kimimaro: *looks at them all*

Kimimaro: ... Lord Orochimaru, could I have some flowers instead--?