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Day 1: Trampoline

No profits are being made off of this. In case my Full Time job didn’t tip you off on that. 

This is a drabble I wrote branching from @delightfulharmonypoetry‘s Runaway. I just had to borrow the kids for this one. I did ask for permission on this in case you were wondering. The plan was to post in the afternoon but I’m an impatient ho so here it is early. (: 

The return of spring and warmer weather invited for a lot of time spent outside. The sun’s gentle rays on cool skin and endless blue skies were enjoyed as days got longer in preparation for summer.

Sasuke was happy he could indulge his family’s days and afternoons with running and playing in the well-kept backyard of the home he and Hinata had put together. He had gone to great lengths to ensure the children would always be safe and that Hinata could rest easy whenever they ventured outside to enjoy the weather.

So he was incredibly annoyed when one “uncle Kiba” had shown up one Saturday afternoon, unannounced and red faced from exertion of hauling a heavy box up their drive way. It was one thing to drop in, but to drop in with “gifts” had Sasuke reaching for the nearest sharp object to throw at his “friend.”

One look at the colorful label on the box had Hinata’s brow furrowed in worry, bottom lip pulled in between her teeth anxiously as the kids crowded around Kiba and the box.

“What is it?” Itachi had asked, coming from around Sasuke to get a closer look. Sasuke’s plan of covering the box with his body before the boys could understand what was being offered to them wasn’t working out as Naruto squealed in delight.

“A trampoline! It was on sale. I thought to myself, ‘I know a couple of kids who could get some real use out of this.’ So who wants to help set it up?”

Sasuke was about to interject with a stern “thanks but no thanks,” but the kids were too fast. Naruto and Itachi were already clawing at the box, tearing at the cardboard viciously as Sora hovered just behind them, drawn downstairs from the commotion. Her mischievous grin a mirror image of her father’s as she watched her younger brothers get to work.

Haku came and stood by Sasuke, watching with mild interest as the others started dragging the pieces of the rig towards the back door. The three of them shouting promises to come back and pick up the mess in a minute.

“This’ll be interesting,” Haku chuckled, trailing after them with his hands in his pockets.

Hinata ran a hand over her hair to smooth it. “You… really shouldn’t have Kiba.”

“That’s putting it lightly. I hope for your sake the first emergency room visit is for a minor injury because I’m sending you the bill on that one.” Sasuke bit, finally resigning himself to helping his children with putting together their new toy lest they do it wrong and it falls apart mid-use. Kiba had the audacity to beam at them.

“You guys worry too much, they’ll be-“

A loud crash followed by a peel of laughter and angry shouting as an argument erupted outside cut him off. He frowned.

Part one of three. See if you can guess which other days will be the next two parts. Part two is obvious in my opinion. Soulmates AU

All Roads Lead to You i

It was just before my ninth birthday.

I had overheard my parents discussing the possibilities of soul mates but I had never paid much attention to it. The phenomenon was not an uncommon occurrence but also not a guaranteed experience for most. I didn’t think I’d fall into the smaller fraction that would have the pleasure of having a soul mate. Even with all the signs staring me in the face, I had a hard time believing that somewhere, out there, in the world was someone who would be the other half of me.

I started having a dream. Even now I can recall the details of that first dream vividly.

I would be standing on a narrow country road. Just wide enough for two cars to be going in the opposite direction of the other. Early on, there’d always be a dense fog around me, obscuring my view of my immediate surroundings aside from the dark pavement beneath my feet. I remember, distinctly, feeling the cool wisps of fogs around my fingertips as I walked down the road, the rustle of my clothes loud in the enveloping silence.

I should have probably felt some kind of fear.

The sun was out, or not out as it was heavily overcast, but the gray light around me suggested it was day time despite the fog. I felt no fear in this pocket of road. I only felt a sense of familiarity as I continued forward, navigating down the narrow road with a sense of purpose I did not know in my waking life. The wispy gray acted more like a blanket of calm than a blindfold because I didn’t feel like it was blocking me from my ultimate destination. Now where I was walking to, I wasn’t sure at the time.

When I would wake from these dreams I would still feel the calmness of the fog in the way my body seemed to have melded to my sheets, muscles loose and thoughts light like air as I slowly came to consciousness. I would usually take longer in waking up on those mornings, relishing in the heavy feeling of my limbs. When I finally would drag myself to the bathroom to brush my teeth, my reflection always looked clearer than it had the night prior.

I never told anyone about the dreams. Not right away at least. Even when they started increasing in frequency I didn’t feel like it was worth mentioning to family or friends. Even when Naruto had started talking about his tree dreams, I kept my mouth shut.

In hindsight my lack of concern or even curiosity is laughable. My body seemed to know more than I did at the time.

I found myself taking longer moments studying crowds. Eyes taking in more details than I normally would have before the dreams, like I was looking for something. Or someone, rather, with how much time I spent focusing on faces, but it was like I had put up a mental block on what was going on.

Or maybe I didn’t want to know what was going on.

As the years passed, the fog steadily began to lift, unveiling rolling hills to one side of the road and dense forest on the other. The hills are what I felt myself being drawn to. The tall grass shifting with the breeze as my pace began to quicken, a sudden sense of urgency replacing the calm.

On the night of my sixteenth birthday, my dream changed even more so.

In the distance I could see a farm house perched on one of the hills. My pulse quickened at the sight of it. My legs moved of their own accord as my focus zeroed in on the house.

This house.

This house was where I needed to be and my body wasn’t moving fast enough for me. I felt frustrated and distantly aware that this was a dream so why couldn’t I teleport to this house? I needed to be at this house. My heart thudded heavily against my chest and I could feel the blood coursing through my veins, buzzing as it pulsed by my ears in my efforts to reach this house.

The road curved at the bottom of a hill, branching off into two directions, one still paved and the other a dirt path that angled towards the front of the house. I didn’t hesitate. My bare feet becoming dusty as I strode forward on the dirt road with the house becoming clearer with each step.

The house was larger than it seemed in the distance. Pale yellow paneling surrounded its walls, white trim neat and clean as though recently painted. The grass around the house, though yellow and dry, was short and kept free of weeds. I started to slow and found myself searching the windows of the house as I drew nearer, as though the answer to my whole life were just beyond those walls.

The fog had broken, after all these years of walking down this road in a gray haze it was startling to see the vast azure of the sky laid out as the backdrop to this house. The sun was hot against the nape of my neck and my legs stopped just as the screen door slammed open.

Standing in the threshold, arm still extended from pushing the door open, was a girl. Her eyes were open as wide as they could as she took in her surroundings before she noticed me. My heart stuttered in my chest.

She was unlike anyone I had ever seen before. Her hair was straight and long, shimmering as it fell around her shoulders and down to her waist. Her skin was pale and looked smooth as porcelain. Her eyes were also impossibly pale and so big and round I wasn’t sure I was looking at a real person but maybe a life size doll.  She was staring at me, her mouth opening and closing a few times as she took me in.

“Hi…” I said, feeling suddenly self-conscious of my lack of shoes and how out of breath I was from my hike. The sound of my voice seemed to break her out of her trance.

I just can’t escape my flower son now can I? A Larkspur drabble.

SasuHina Month 2k17 Master Post

The closing month to the equivalent of the yearly apocalypse at work. What better way to power through than to distract myself from my actual work load by writing about ninja’s who’ve never interacted with each other once in their fictional lives, for a fandom I joined maybe 13 years ago?

This is my life. These are my choices. Shall we proceed?

I have to admit that this man does some serious owning.