#temporkarus

The Hyuuga had been seated in the small white room for a while, alone since a nurse had entered and informed him that Tsunade, who usually examined the progress of his scars directly, was not feeling well.  He doubted she was truly ill.  Most likely drunk.  How undignified.

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“Kazekage-sama.” Mami Kotone, the head medical-nin of Suna’s General Hospital, dipped her head respectfully for Gaara as he approached. She was a kunoichi of indeterminate age, slightly built, with sandy hair and brown eyes, still wearing her pale green scrubs. “It’s good to see you. The subject is conscious and stable.”

“Has he tried anything?” Temari asked from Gaara’s side, her hand on her fan. She’d been the one tasked with bringing Sakura to Suna once the messenger hawk reached Konoha, the two of them pounding sand day and night to make good time. The plan right now was that Sakura stayed a day to handle this affair, then went back to her village -- but as they now stood in the cold, dark underground chamber of Suna’s most secure prison, that plan no longer seemed to certain.

“Nothing today. He even ate his morning meal.”

“He can’t have known she was coming,” Kankuro muttered from Gaara’s other side, his brows furrowed, but Gaara raised his hand, stopping the discussion.

“Any changes?” he asked softly, sand slowly trickling over his dark boots. Gaara had been the one to capture the subject when he’d been detected on the borders of Wind. The way the story went, he took the entire desert with him and left raging sandstorms in his wake, he’d been so furious.

touch-starved starters!!

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It’s been a long, long, mission.. The two of them, along with Naruto of course, had only gotten back to their village maybe an hour ago and said their goodbyes so they can part ways and head to their own apartments with their own families. Sasuke found himself in the bathroom with Sakura, the two of them cleaning up for the first time in about a month. “Here.. Let me help.” The Uchiha mumbled softly as he took the hairbrush out of Sakura’s hair as the two of them stood in the shower. Her hair had knotted up, the result of combat and running around all this time, so it couldn’t have been easy for her to get them all out herself. Right? 

Focused on not hurting her, he made sure to run the brush gently through her hair under the water and working the knots out with his fingers whenever the brush would get stuck instead of yanking on the brush to get through the knots. The water was helping, the sweet smelling shampoo also played a good role in making this task easier for the two of them to complete together. 

                                           ❝ that feels nice. ❞ 

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Hatori was a bit thankful that he had yet to be hit by Kyo.  He had seen the fights the cat got into and wouldn’t want to be in that crossfire.  He had even made a point to warn Shigure that if he kept up his devious ways that he was going to end up on the receiving end of Kyo and Yuki’s fists.  

Ah, the play, so wonder Kyo lashed out.  He was slightly surprised that Yuki didn’t join in, but perhaps he had yet to hear the news.  Still, this would be a nice memento to have, especially to pass on to their future children.