#takira

[sorrowmoons]

Art fight descriptions - Dakota

Dakota Rune, the second main character and protagonist!!!

A werewolf girl, raised on the side of the rebellion territories. She was raised under her clan, Wretched. They consisted of shifters—of all kinds. Any animal you could think of, there seemed to be a shifter of it. The main ones were the werewolves. They were called Canis’ka. The people of Canis’ka were the direct descendants from the Guardians.

Highly valued, her father was the head leader of their war band. He had high respect, and when Dakota was born, she was the runt of the litter. A disgrace to his reputation. Now, with an emotional absent and more than abusive father, her mother Yika took care of her. Yika tried her best, despite having many kids of her own to take care of already. But Dakota was her favourite. She saw herself too much in her daughter.

As Dakota grew up, she wanted to prove to her father she would be a good warrior—that she was his daughter. But she couldn’t control her wolf form. It was too hard, and she always seem to be stuck in the smallest form. A constant disgrace to her father, he made sure to remind her of his hatred.

This hatred passed to her mother, and her father was more than displeased with Yika. Dakotas closest relative, her brother Takira,

Died during a raid between a band of barbarians. His last wish was to be honoured by his sister, Dakota—instead of his father. This means in traditions to the Canis’ka people, when a warrior dies in their wolf form, they nominate someone to honour them. They shed their pelt and skull, being cleaned and polished to become war armour. But also traditionally, a son would only honour his father. Dakotas father was furious, but, In rebellion, Dakota lashed out at her father for the first time. Due to this, she realized she was not meant to live in her home any longer. A home she was no longer needed.

She left, leaving her mother with a goodbye. She left in the night, planning to hunt down the barbarians that killed her bother, and travel the rebellions boarders for herself.

When tracking the barbarians, she caught them attacking a woman wirh a dog and a horse. Dakota kills a barbarian, scaring off the others. The woman and Dakota share a campfire, and soon, that would start her whole journey. Dakota comes across an orphan boy, then, a lost princess.

The misfits travel together, each helping each other with their goals. What Dakota didn’t realize is that she’d find her powers by overcoming her biggest fear, and, be the ultimate saviour to the end of the world

Next is Anikas (New name— Katya!)

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Aitya conveys Mansk's question silently and Takira signs back in the sharp, bold language of a people often stretched along the river or diving in its murky waters. Fingers furled into a hook, to say she's heard something, and then spread out, fanning and curling, claw-like, before striking the air.  'What does that mean?' Mansk asks, his breath hot on her shivering skin. 'Palulukan,' she whispers. Her lips are stiff, her blood run cold. Even her fingers tingle as she signs back. Where is the warrior? Takira whips her head around, but Miles is nowhere to be seen. He must not have heard her call and continued on. Takira looks back, waving a short I can't see him. 'Oh, no...' 'What is it?' Mansk hisses, grabbing her arm. 'Palulu-what?' 'You call it... Thanator,' she says under her breath. 'Ah, fuck. Is she sure?'

Aitya is back with more recom shenanigans... I commissioned a fabulous art of her and Miles Quaritch *more than a year ago*, and it'll accompany next bloody chapter... so I'm making an effort to return to this series Y_Y Sorry to any fan or reader. It's not dead, I promise. We're wrapping this up.

[ceritadirisendiri]

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Pov kaki sakit pas naik ke bukit

"Kaki e samean aman tah lek naik?" "Insyaallah aman, kek e R (aku) seng ga aman sepatu e" "Bisa kok mas, asal dibantu"

Wahahaha ga nyangka lakok digandeng e sampe atas. Takira pas jalanan susah tok, trus dilepas. Lakok sampe atas. Thank you, mas.

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Perdebatan mengenai mie goreng sedap dan indomie. Akibat ga percaya sama penjualnya wkwk. Kirain ketuker, udah nih dituker. Pas diaduk kok berasa salah nih aroma bumbunya. Eh bener kan ketuker, bener yang awal tadi. Langsung ngakak bareng ahahahah.

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Loh heh, aku post feed instagram nih jam 9 malem. Tak tinggal tidur lah ya. Eh lakok anda post juga seh. Selisih 1 jam cumaan. Temanya sama ya, Bromo. Wkwkwk bisa-bisanya anda ikut ikut posting di hari yang sama.

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LUCU BANGET CERITA MBOH DAR DER DOR MENDEBARKAN HATI DAN SANGAT MENYENANGKAN INI

[omgivenavidioter]

Det händer igen. Jag märker av det så tydligt. Åter igen så jag ser mig över axeln en extra gång. Åter igen flackar jag med blicken & undviker ögonkontakt, medan något i huvudet vrider åt och desperat söker efter något som jag bara kan få försvinna i. Det är så uppenbart för det blir i dessa faser helt omöjligt för mig att fokusera. Det känns nästan som att jag hela tiden hamnar ovanpå istället för mitt i nuet. Konstigt va?

Jag har min fantastiska dotter här hos mig. Allting är precis så bra det kan vara utan att egentligen vara bra, om ni förstår. Hon har haft en vän med sig hem från skolan sedan i fredags. Min periferi har fyllts av glada, nöjda barnskratt. Några gamla vänner som mått dåligt. Bekanta som av någon anledning försöker få kontakt med mig. Människor som verkar drivas av jakten på bekräftelse. Löjligt uppenbart egentligen. Men fine, det måste ju finnas något logiskt syfte. Och jag håller ett halvt öga öppet för att inte missa när deras avsikt klär av sig naken & de står där, patetiska, och förväntar sig att de skall bli bekräftade. Jag förstår mig inte på det där. Men det är väl vad vi är. En hög av bekräftelsesökande förvuxna barn, vissa råkar bara vara mer duktiga på självbehärskning än andra. Lucky them then. Men vem är jag att döma när jag förr själv stod högst upp på just den prispallen full med guldmedaljer runt halsen? Det skriker ju inte direkt OSgren om den.

Jag kanske bara skulle prova att blunda hårt i ett par månader. Knipa ögonen för allt vad jag är värd, ta ett djupt andetag & gripa tag i det ögonblicket med näbbar och klor för att få stanna där en tag. Undvika, ja, precis! Ja, det kanske blir ensamt men jag får åtminstone vila, ibland. Det som hindrar mig är drivet. Drivet som jag skulle vilja ta tag i nacken just nu, ruska om ordentligt & trycka ner under vattenytan. Tills det jävla karaktärsdraget drunknar & stannar i sin egna skitiga avgrund. För varje fin individ som passerar min tomma hållplats blir jag bara mer och mer provocerad. Skulle man beskriva mina tonår med bara ett enda ord hade det börjat med f och slutat med ustration. Ja, jösses. Och den där känslan knackar på dörren och smiter in genom den där springan som det står och drar kallt ifrån snart. Den frågar liksom inte om den får komma in på en kaffe (som för övrigt har kommit att betyda något helt annat i min värld än just kaffe). Den kryper upp längst med smalbenen och sticker målmedvetet rätt in i benmärgen efter att ha tagit en svängom högt upp på insidan låren. Men bara precis så tillräckligt högt upp som krävs för att få mig ofokuserad och förvirrad. Kanske blir jag ofrivilligt hungrig. Kanske blir jag illamående. Det går aldrig att säga innan, från gång till gång, åt vilket håll mina sinnen kommer driva.

Det finns så mycket som jag vill förändra. Det finns viktiga, livsavgörande val som behöver tas och människor som är berättigade till efterföljande svar. Jag vet ju det så väl. Samtidigt skräms jag bara mer och mer allt eftersom jag drar ut på det och tiden går. Det är verkligen jätte dumt. Jag sitter ju här med en kropp & ett huvud som är så väldigt trött. Jag är så otroligt rädd för att det bara är något impulsivt som infinner sig just precis nu. Det är omöjligt att tyda känslor som inte ens hunnit hitta hem. Det kanske bara blir ännu ett (vad han skulle kalla det) egoistiskt och känslokallt val? Frågan jag ställer mig är dock hur lång tid man har på sig, hur lång tid har man rätt att stjäla? Jag kanske är naiv, men vem vet. Det känns så här nu, det har gjort det en period, men imorgon är ju en ny dag. Eller hur?

Impulsiv?

Trots att det känns så klart?

Nä, nu får jag försöka göra en ordentlig kraftansträngning och engagera mig i de två övertrötta, sockerkickande busfröna som sitter & flamsar över saker som inte är roliga. De behöver få komma i säng. Jag med för delen. Det var en fin skara människor som var och tittade på Takira idag. Tanken på försäljning börjar bli till verklighet. Tungt, absolut. Men jag är verkligen helt slut. Hon spelar heller inte på något samvete, så det valet är så mycket enklare. Men där pratar vi ju femton år. Ja, jag får låta det sjunka in en stund. Kanske lyckas jag få kläder på tankarna & iallafall för en liten stund få tänka klart. Godkväll hörni!

[takirafds]

takira alien nine

[glyhndzkr]

Hari Yang Aneh

Kemarin hari sabtu, sekarang ahad, aneh ga? ya engga, makanya itu aneh aowkwokw canda, jadi gini

Alhamdulillah akhir pekan ini dapet full job dokum. Dari jumat malam di Temu Alumni Anestesi FK UNS, sabtu pagi Wisuda Dzatu, siangnya Simposium SOPRANE 4th, malemnya Basket 3x3 SOPRANE 4th, ahad pagi sampe ashar Simposium SOPRANE 4th part dua. Ala kulli haal, semoga penuh keberkahan, aamiin.

Keanehan dimulai dari sabtu pagi setelah foto Wisuda sesi pagi. Karena ada keperluan nganter kamera ke temen buat back up dokum selama pagi-dzuhur dan waktunya udah mepet, motor ngebut, eh tiba tiba ada pick up belok. Kalo kiriku kosong gapapa si, nah ini ada pembatas jalan. Kaga sempet rem, glodak, ceblok. Yang pertama dicek apa? ya bener, celana karena baru aja beli kemarin jumatnya.

Alhamdulillah nggores tok, ga bolong, fiuh. Lain lain juga antara kegores atau aman, ya motornya, ya aku nya. Karena agak males sama mas mas pick up yang tiba tiba turun mobil, langsung lanjut tak lanjut motoran lagi. Ngambil kamera di Moe, ngebut lagi, alhamdulillah aman, sampai tujuan, sampai balik lagi ke Kos Lazuardi. Dan posisinya laper, makan terakhir, nasi berkat jumatan yang porsinya kecil. Pas Temu Alumni ngga makan, gara gara agak takut ditegur karena gaada yang nawarin.

Biasa, sarapan kalo ke kos Nihri pagi mah, Soto gang sebelah. Udah keluar, eh lha kok ini dompet kaga ada, di kantong jaket, perasaan tak taro disitu. Coba coba cari di kos e Nihri, whola kok ra temu meneh. Waduh, ceblok ki neng dalan.

Pertama kali kepikiran ceblok neng dalan, waduh jauh juga tadi perasaan wkwkwk. Udah agak muter Solo lah. Cukup hopeless, palagi mikiri betapa kecilnya kemungkinan dikembalikan sama penemu, pula sekalipun mau dibalikin, cara ngasi tau aku ne gimana, gaada nomer WA di dompet. Mau panik, tapi kok ya ada tanggungan dokum sama belom makan. Tapi dengan harap kecil, mugo rung kejupuk wkwk.

Akhire muter rute pergi tadi, full semua, kecuali jalan Lazuardi ke Pasar Gedhe via Moewardi. Hasilnya ga ketemu. Kelar kelar udah setengah 10, rencana sesi foto Siang jam 10. Tapi karena lapar, poko e mangan sek. Habis makan, langsung pergi, ambil titipan bunga, lanjut rektorat UNS. Asem, ternyata karena jumlah wisudawannya 1500, diundur sampe jam 11. Nungguin sama Gibran, panas panas. Sambil bikin SW kehilangan dompet.

Intinya habis nunggu, lanjut sesi Foto, puanas e ora public. Kelar jam 12 lebih. Rencana lanjut foto Simposium jam 12 wkwk tapi ya mau gimana lagi. Nyusul ngebut lagi, alhamdulillah aman. Aman dari pick up, ga dari ban bocor.

Posisinya udah deket venue acara, Grand Mercure Solo Baru, tiba tiba ditengah terik panas mentari, jder! Opo iki, takira bukan apa apa. Tapi ternyata, motor ini makin lama, makin oleng aja kapten. Ngecek ban depan yang biasanya bocor, aman aman aja ik. Lanjut lagi dikit, alah paling rosoku tok. Eh lha kok iseh. Ternyata ban belakang. Untung posisinya saat itu ada Tambal ban, langsung mampir, dicek, dan ternyata ketubles sama potongan standar motor, gede jebul. Yoweslah, langsung di tambal tubeless wae

Sebagai orang yang ga ngerti otomotif dsb, bahkan cara kerja tambal tubeless, langsung ngira bakal lama, mau ngabarin Arsyi. Ternyata cepat, cek sat set, tambal langsung, ga perlu ngluarin ban dalam, pasin, potong, cek, kelar. 15 rebu. Suwun pak.

Lanjut dokum gantiin Arsyi, dia pulang sama Naoval. aku dhewe. tekan keri, mung sak sesi, kelar.

Pas lagi, fokus dokum, tiba tiba ada yang nge wa. ping, saya Agus ojol, mau ketemu mas galih. Buset, apaan ni. ya dimana dan ada keperluan apa nggih? Mau nganter dompet. Kaget

Sebagai orang yang sangat ga bisa percaya kalo udah bahas duit duit begini, pokonya kalo ditemu ya dipek dewe, ra bakal dibalekne, po meneh ruang lingkup kehilangan e jauh, dan gaada gps e. Tapi ternyata ada Mas Agus. Bulan boleh September tapi MVP tetep Mas Agus. Panjang umur selalu orang baik, semoga senantiasa hidupnya diberi keberkahan, aamiin.

Dompet saya balik, saya sangat senang.

Setelah diulik, ternyata Mas Agus ini tau nomer ssya awalnya dari Instagram. Tapi karena di IG gaada nomer hp, beliau lanjut tanya temen di IG saya dan dapet bomer telpon lantas langsung, menghubungi WA dan bertemu saya. Tanpa ditanya saat pertama ketemu, mas saya ambil buat bensin ya mas tadi, berapa? 17 ribu. Mugi tansah diparingi berkah pakkkk.

Lanjut, pulang hati senang. Ke Kos Nihri, istirahat sampe maghrib. Lanjut fotoin Basket yang sangat menjadi first experience Dokumentasi acara olahraga. Yang ternyata, sebagai orang yang gabisa ngatur orang lain, dan sangat menghargai ekspresi yang terpancar dari hati, serta beragamnya posisi gerak pemain. Memfoto kegiatan Basket 3x3 adalah taman bermain yang indah. Sangat bersyukur berkesempatan mendokumentasikan acara tersebut. Apalagi pake lensa yang aduhai. Nilai tambah.

Kelar jam 9 kurang, mampir Nihri, makan, turu, tangi jam 2, muleh. Lanjut dokum Simpo pagi sampe sore. Dimana saat tengah acara berlangsung, bisa akhirnya kembali merasakan positifnya masuk Vagus, yaitu kedekatan senior yang bahkan sudah jadi Staff, dengan juniornya yang baru aja masuk Koas. Walau masih canggung, karena ga enak juga, lagi di tengah acara resmi Anes UNS. Semoga ada kemudahan kemudahan jalan lah dari sinu, ehem, matur nuwun sanget dokter.

Sekian, habis tu pulang, upload file, dan menulis tumblr ini sejak jam 5 kurang sore tadi. Aneh ya emang harinya, tapi indah.

[lifeofkaze]

I just *love* Talia and Felix together. More than when she is with Talbott? Well, duh.

But maybe - just maybe - I like them even more than Takira. MAYBE: I don't know. I'm confused.

This line here though: "Freedom looks good on you Rosier."

Incredible. Knowing what's in store for Felix, this hits differently.

A gentleman at heart

And we are finally here for the 1st day of the @hphm-ship-week Prompt I chose for today was DANCE, because what else fits Talia Crane and Felix Rosier? Enjoy :)

When Felix first laid his dark eyes on Talia, he could not have fathomed how dear she would become to him. It started out small, curiosity mostly. The woman with fire in her eyes and few words off her tongue drew him in with an inexplicable force. As if she was a book just within his reach he wished to know, secrets underneath his fingertips, alluring yet also dangerous.

He knew what danger looked like, he was no stranger to it, however on some days he would much rather have preferred the company of dragons than trying to tackle the subject of getting to know her. Because she offered so little. So infuriating at times.

But Charlie trusted the stranger in their camp, talked to her as if they had known each other for years. He always said she was as new to him as she was to Felix, however he always took everything with a grain of salt.

However, as days passed and all three of them grew closer, he started learning more about her, reading what few hints she would provide, breadcrumbs leading into the dark.

He knew when she was annoyed, like she was in that moment, sitting at his desk inside his tent, enjoying a cup of coffee, but not the book he gave her about dragons. But she had to learn, she had to at least be able to differentiate one breed from another. There was tension in her shoulders whenever she forced herself to keep still and straighten her back more, a rigid posture, mechanical almost as she blinked trying to refocus on the boring text before her eyes.

“You have to keep going, I will quiz you later.” He taunted, knowing fully well it would bite him back.

The dramatic eye roll was not lost on him, Talia letting out a heavy sigh “Bet you were a blast in school.” Resting her hand on the backrest, she turned to him, her eyes narrowing “Oh wait, you weren’t.”

“How do you know?” he asked before taking a small sip of coffee, his eyes closing for a moment as he enjoyed the strong taste coating his tongue “Not like you were there with me.”

“I was sometimes.” She had already let slip she had been in Ravenclaw, eventually telling him all the schools she travelled to, years on her back slipping one by one as she ventured everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

Felix looked at her, mind recalling their conversations. He had yet to produce the image of her inside the Hogwarts walls, so he ventured once more, trying to not ask a question she could easily avoid “Yes, you mentioned, but I think I would remember a girl with fire in her eyes galloping down the halls.”

“Excuse you?” she said, slamming the book shut, her lips quirking slightly when he blinked rapidly.

“You could not have seen me, because I would have noticed you. Despite you being in a different house, believe me, you would have stood out.”

Talia let the idea roll inside her head, choosing to indulge him. It wasn’t like he would have actually, she was taught to keep her head down, blend in even in a crowd “I now chose to stand out. I was a ghost back then.” She noticed him steal a glance at the scars she carried over her heart, his eyes softening, for a moment Talia feeling the fury of her powers dwindling slightly, eyes averting, catching a shinny surface that assured her the fire was still present within her.

“Good.” There was honesty dripping from his mouth, no denying it. Felix was like that, if sometimes blunt despite the somewhat remains of a rigid nature due to his upbringing. Another dark family, just like hers.

“In my first year I took classes during the night. When everyone was asleep, I had professors guiding me away from prying eyes.” He remained quiet, taking in her words, the mystery surrounding her solidifying further despite the new pieces of information “I would during the day when I wasn’t sleeping, sit on the highest roofs or inside the room and watch the people below me as small as ants interact. I couldn’t hear them, only create stories. Who were friends, enemies, lovers. All were stories to me, far, far away. I didn’t notice you then, but later.”

“Fourth year, one semester.” He received a nod from her.

“Very good Rosier, how smart you are.”

“Do not patronize me.” He bit down on his cheek, fearing he made a mistake, said something to make her retreat in her shell once more, deny him further words “When then?”

“The ball.” She attempted a smile, yet halfway through, her features froze, mind conjuring a memory she pushed back with a series of fast blinks “You were in your last year if memory serves me right. Several girls followed you close by as you barked orders at students for breaking rules. You didn’t even acknowledge those poor things as they fought for your attention, so set in your ways.” Tilting her head to the side, she finally offered him a small smile “I like you better now, at least you stopped wearing your hair in that obnoxious way.”

“Only obnoxious thing I see here is you.”

She waved him off with a dismissive hand before returning to her book, opening it back up at a random page “Freedom looks good on you Rosier.”

He smiled “When will you stop calling me that?”

“It’s your name and family is something we can rarely escape.” She traced her scars in an absentminded gesture before turning the page, frowning at the small text filled with information.

Walking towards the desk, a flick of his wand set down the needle to the disc, music filling the tent. He did not know why she tensed when he came in her peripheral view, Felix slowly inhaling before he extended an open hand to her “May I have this dance Talia?” she cautiously lifted her gaze, from his hand to his face, searching for something he could not place.

“Since when do you dance, you rigid man?”

She taunted him, she always did, pushed something inside of him, further more with the strength of her eyes. She had that power, making even someone as rigid as she called him, squirm under the intensity of her gaze. Like looking into dangerous flames before they engulf you, like a dragon thrusting fire from its belly, traveling up its throat.

“I always have. Part of the family teachings I am afraid.” He continued to hold out his hand, leaning in slightly “Indulge me. Or would you prefer I actually quiz you now?”

There was hesitation as she slowly extended her hand, placing it in his, waiting for his fingers to clasp down around her skin like a vice, however he didn’t flex his fingers, instead just stepping aside, leaving her room to get up from his desk. He watched her, hesitation encompassing her liked the music surrounding them, cradling their bodies between gentle tunes.

He led her to the center of the tent, pressing a gentle hand against her lower back, her hands positioning like a well-rehearsed unspoken verse between them. His fingers finally wrapped loosely around her hand, Felix swallowing down the nerves threatening to rear their ugly heads.

It was his idea, he had to follow through. Focusing on the tempo of the music, he started slow, testing how she would follow, if she let him lead and to his surprise she did. Gliding with him on the floor on silent feet, step by step, each pirouette as if easing the tension in her muscles and his the same.

Moments turned to minutes as the songs changed their tempo, bodies in tune as if singing to one another, fueling their souls. Cheek to cheek, body to body, a rhythm rehearsed, yet theirs just the same.

“Thank you for dancing with me.” He said as they swayed together, lost to the subtle sounds, voice just a whisper as if afraid to break the spell between them.

She looked up at him, smiling, so close to his face that the raging inferno in her eyes reflected in his “No need to thank me, it was a very welcomed surprise Rosier.”

Little did they know in that moment that dancing will be their only means of escape in the trying times to follow.

[lifeofkaze]

Ashes

The merriest of merry Christmasses to the Queen of Angst, the Empress of Smut, the Monarch of Sending-A-Chill-Down-My-Spine While-Chuckling-To Herself.

@whatwouldvalerydo, thank you so much for this year of friendship, inspiration, and kicking my butt when I needed it. Thank you for being there when I need a shoulder to lean on, and thank you for letting me be your shoulder as well. Your friendship is something so special to me, and I cannot wait to hug you as high as my little arms can reach and have you drink me under the table without so much as trying next year.

Crăciun Fericit! 🎄👑

A/N: Talia Crane belongs to my wonderful @whatwouldvalerydo Akira Crane belongs to @cursebreakerfarrier Warning: Smoking, world weariness, Takira

Christmas has drawn a glittering veil across the city. Everywhere I look as I make my way through the crowded streets there are lights - in the trees, on the buildings, the lampposts, mounted above the shops and streets.

It makes for pretty pictures, all these lights, almost enough to distract from the other things Christmas has brought. The stress, the hectic looks, the way people elbow each other aside to get the best pick of the presents, the last mug of willed wine, the warm spot close to a heating vent. Love your next as long as it doesn't hurt your own comfort. 

Merry fucking Christmas, indeed.

There's other things I see, too. Things that make me angry, but not in the same way. I see the tired faces of men leaving work after an extra shift, the sad eyes of children in hand-me-down clothes reflected in the storefronts they stare into, the desperate looks of the women furtively checking if - after honouring consumerism - there's still enough cash in their purses to buy their families a proper meal.

Once upon a time, I would have taken pity on them. That time has long since passed.

I glide through the crowd like a shadow. I'm among them but not a part of them, haven't been for a long time. I have always felt different from the rest, but never more so than at Christmas.

All the world coming together to play happy family for a day? 

I spit. 

I'd rather claw my eyes out.

I breathe a little lighter when I leave the road and move toward the riverfront. The air is cooler here, the wind harsh and biting. I put the collar of my coat up against its icy fingers reaching for my throat. I hate the cold, but the stifling crowds, with their bought cheer and plastic dreams, I hate even more.

My thoughts linger on the job I just finished. I try to put the grimy hands and sickly sweet words of the last hour behind me, but it's hard. It's getting harder by the day. It will be only a matter of time before matters will become serious again, and for once, I cannot wait for it. I can't wait for the feeling of cleansing, being reborn, of ridding the world of one more abomination and everything I have to do to make it so.

And for the self-hate, the disgust, the hours spent beneath a scalding hot shower. For that, too. I suppose burning with the fire of regret is better than burning in hell, if a place like that even exists. 

Not like I would know. Or care.

My eyes find the spot glowing in the dark, close to the quay wall and the stinking river below. The lights from the city have disappeared, nothing left but the darkness and the cigarette hovering within it. The fire flares as it is pulled upon. It's too dark to see the smoke that comes with it, but that's just him - a fire in the pitch-black night. He leaves no trace, no ashes. He burns, and then he's gone.

"Akira," I say as I make my way towards the glowing point of light. It flares once more.

"Talia," comes the whisper from the shadows. Dark, almond-shaped eyes are illuminated for a moment. Then, everything is black again.

"What are you doing here?"

I ask this as if I didn't already know. As if I haven’t come this way knowing he would be here, like he always is.

"How was your date?"

I try not to shiver. I'm cold, not afraid, but you don't take chances with a man like him. He's like a panther in the dark - lithe, deadly, invisible. You don't cross paths with a panther on the hunt.

Unless you're an even better huntress.

"Why do you care, Akira? My business is none of yours."

"Everything that happens here is my business." 

Again, the flare, his black, illuminated eyes. I feel a heat coursing through me that makes my heart beat faster. My blood is boiling.

"Not me. I don't belong to you. I belong to no one."

"And yet you sell yourself away."

"Because I choose to do so."

"Do you?"

His voice is soft, sharpened steel clad in velvet. He draws you in, gets what he has come for, and then leaves you bleeding. But I know how to blunt his blade. It's the reason he keeps coming back to me.

I hold out my hand. Another flare reveals black eyes fixed on me. The tip of the cigarette moves. It leaves an image in the darkness, the shadows set on fire for the briefest of moments.

I don't thank him as he hands me the cigarette, just bring it to my lips and take a drag. It tastes of him, of rich whiskey and smoke and a hint of copper. I inhale deeply, feeling the warmth relax my muscles, and blow the smoke towards the starless sky. The wind carries the ashes toward the river. I watch after them, but in less than a second, they are swallowed by the night.

"What do you want from me, Akira?"

"I want you to leave."

A cold, sharp laugh. "As if it were that easy."

"It is. One word and you are free."

"You don't have the power to do that."

"I have the power to do anything I want."

I flick the cigarette away. The tip leaves a gleaming arc in the air before the murky waters of the river extinguish it.

"You have no power over me."

"I have power over those you love."

Fury flares in me, hotter than the cigarette has been, more scorching than the brightest fire could ever hope to burn.

"Stay away from what's not yours. Do not meddle with my affairs."

"She is selling you for secrets."

"I am committed to her cause. You will do her no harm."

I step closer to him, his outline forming from the darkness. I can feel his eyes on me, observing my every move. The hunter and the prey. But he is mistaken. He has forgotten.

Talia Crane never is the prey.

My words form a silver cloud before my mouth as I whisper my promise to him.

"Touch my friends, and I will end you."

We stare at each other, one long moment, one short eternity. Darkness and shadow, fire and fury. Then, he gives the tiniest incline of his head. The panther has receded. For now.

I reach for the breast pocket of his coat without breaking eye contact. My fingers close around the sleek black cigarette case inside. I take another out and light it, but it's not as good as the first. It's missing his taste.

"One piece of advice, Akira," I say as I blow the smoke his way. "Don't mess with things beyond your power. You might find you'll burn yourself."

Akira moves like liquid shadow. One moment he is one with the night; the other, he is right there, so close to me that I can hear the beating of his ice-cold heart.

"You don't understand," he says as he plucks the cigarette from my lips. "For you, I'd burn the world to ashes."

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Takira anyone? @wrasslin-kpop-and-bullshit @thebestintheworld @moxleyunstable @axelwolf8109

[takirafds]

takira?

[maryshinonome]

After Amon's disappearance, Akira became very close to Hirako, who also went through a difficult period after Irimi's disappearance.

[thefandomsurfer]

Akira: You can’t be in love with more than one person at the same time

*Amon and Seidou both walk in at the same time*

Akira: *Sweats nervously*

[nadak99]

New chapter’s out!

Sorry, intented to post it a bit earlier today but i was outside the whole day. Enjoy!

[lazymilkshakecolor]

Inheritance

Chapter 10: The devil’s whispers

Beta-read by @kairi-chan

Sarada let out a sigh as she leaned her head back on the wall behind her.

She sat in the Hokage’s office--an office that was empty for the last  month--thanks to the disappearance of the Seventh, along with the Uchiha couple, as a result of the appearance of a mysterious person in Konoha; who destroyed more than half of the village before they took the village heroes away.

She understood why her mother did what she did. Sakura always loved her village dearly, despite the things she found out about it. She still maintained her vow to love, protect, and heal the villagers.

As for her father, he considered protecting the village a duty--a duty passed onto him by his brother and all the Uchiha who did the impossible just to protect it and to stop their own from opposing the village they loved.

But why did he do it? Sarada thought. Her fists clenching around her headband.

The Seventh was scrutinized by the villagers for nothing that was his fault for half his life. He was talked down to, beaten, abused; all that he still forgave them. He still rose above all the hatred that clouded his mind and protected them with all he had. He was the village hero, and at some point in time, he was her hero too.

Sarada was startled out of her thoughts as the door to the Hokage’s office opened, revealing a tall man with tan skin and spiky black hair, only kept out of his eyes by the Kumogakure headband tied around his forehead. ‘’Easy on that headband, you’ll end up breaking it, unless that is your intention.’’ Ksuzu said, taking a seat on the floor next to Sarada.

Sarada’s grip on her headband loosened upon hearing his words--words that served as a subtle reminder of the offer he proposed to her before.

Help me with overthrowing the five kage, and you’ll be one of the highest ranking of the empire we’ll build.

His words echoed in her ears over and over, like an anchor pulling her down deep into the ocean of darkness she’s been trying to swim out of for the last four years.

‘’You shouldn’t be this distrugled, his disappearance makes our mission much easier,’ Ksuzu said.

‘’Our?’’ Sarada repeated, voice raspy and low.

‘’Well you can’t tell me that you actually forgive the village for what they have done. They killed your family Sarada,’’ he said, before getting up and grabbing Sarada’s wrist, pulling her up and dragging her towards the window.

‘’See those people walking on the street,’’ he gestured to the people through the window, ‘’ those are the people that lived instead of your grandparents and great uncles and the rest of your family. Those are the people that deprived you of the the warmth of family you craved for so long. Those are the people that you were prepared to risk your life for, but at the same time, they were the people that stood aside while your family got murdered by their own-- and they’re going to do the same to you.’’

Sarada gulped, remembering the words the Seventh told her five years ago in this same spot.

‘’Those are our family Sarada, so it’s our duty to protect them with all we can.’’

‘’Aren’t I right?’’ Ksuzu asked, turning around so he could look at the kunoichi.

‘’I don’t know,’’ Sarada answered.

Is he?

What he just said, what he’s been telling her ever since she met him at the Gage candidate summit a year ago, contradicted with everything she knew. Everything that her parents, the Seventh, her teachers and her teammates have taught her.

‘’You’ll come around. I hope soon since there are rumors that an attack will be launched upon Konoha soon. that will be a wonderful opportunity to take over this village.’’

Sarada nodded. A minute later he left, leaving her alone in the hokage’s office.

Sarada took a deep breath as she tore her gaze from the view of the villagers continuing on with their daily lives, not knowing that something terrible will happen soon.

Her gaze caught the picture of the old team 7, her eyes landed on both of her parents first, then it lingered on the orange clad figure in the midI never go back on my word, that’s my ninja way dattebayo!

I will never give up on doing what I believe in!

Those are the life lessons the Seventh has passed on to his godchild--lessons he expected her to abide to for the rest of her ninja career. But did he ever expect that a time would come where she had to choose between one of them?

Sarada closed her eyes, her final moments with the hokage playing clear in her min

‘’You’re going to have a big influence on what’s going to happen from now on,’’ the seventh said, blue eyes peering into Sarada’s black ones, trying to read her thoughts and feelings. ‘’And I’m afraid we might not be with you during this.’’

Sarada tried her best to keep it together, but the moment her mind registered what he meant by “we,” her hand reached out and grabbed his sleeve.

‘’Uncle…’’ she muttered, voice breaking and barely hearable, but Naruto picked up on the old title.

The gesture was a childish display of a need for protection, but maybe that’s how much she felt endangered. To her surprise, the Seventh didn’t seem surprised by her gesture. He instead smiled at her, and raised his hand to rest it on her head, affectionately rubbing her hair.

‘’You’ll be okay, just never give up on what you believe in dattebayo!’’

A loud explosion interrupted what he was going to say next.

‘’Sarada,’’ he began, a grave tone settling into his voice,’’ promise me you’ll protect the people you consider as your family.’’

Sarada gulped, not sure if she should make that promise, but time was running out so she went with her gut instinct. ‘’I promise, I promise I will.’’

Naruto gave her a final smile before turning away.

And that was the last time she saw her hero before he disappeared.

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Sarada suddenly couldn’t stand being in his office anymore. She jumped out of the window, legs automatically taking her towards Takira’s place, before halting midway.

She and Takira broke up two month ago. Sarada knew that her former lover wouldn’t shut her off, she knew she still cares, but Sarada found herself running in the opposite direction of Takira’s house. Her mind immediately went to Boruto, but he wasn’t anywhere near the village as the latest report from Amegakure said. Mitsuki wasn’t in village either. He was at who knows where, helping his parent with research.

Sarada’s feet came to a halt near the empty training grounds. She leaned her forehead on the tree in front of her, suddenly losing all of her energy upon the realization that she had nobody she could trust to talk too. She was alone, completely and utterly alone while a war was going on inside her head. It’s a war between peace and conflict, a war between blood and bonds and a war between two conflicting beliefs.

‘’Should I protect them or attack them?’’ Sarada asked herself.

It felt like she was being ripped in half. Half of her wanted to protect her family, to abide to her promise. While the other half wanted to achieve the ultimate peace, the kind of peace that could only be achieved by the methods of Ksuzu’s rebellion.

Her fist tightened around the headband in her pocket. The headband that signified her loyalty to the village and her vow to protect it while her other hand held the handle of a kunai tightly, ready to put a scratch through her once most prized possession.

What do I do? Sarada thought. Her mind taking her to all what Ksuzu promised as the devilish shine of his eyes appeared in front of her.

Ksuzu was pulling her to his side, and she knew that once she stepped into the darkness he’s inviting her too, she won’t step out of it ever again.

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Sarada blocked the dozen Kunai Ksuzu threw at her before she jumped up and shot a fireball towards him

‘’You never told me what happened to the rebellion after the five kage returned,’’ Sarada said as he opponent formed a barrier to stop her attack.

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‘’Why should I tell a traitor of the rebellion?’’ he retorted, disembarking the shield he used to block the fire to forme smoldering steel shuriken. He then kicked it one by one towards Sarada. She easily dodged them.

‘’I never said I was joining you. You just assumed that,’’ Sarada spat, as she blocked the sword that aimed to pierce her neck.

‘’Stop the talking and fight me seriously!’’ he demanded, forming another sword in his left hand and thrusting it towards Sarada’s chest.he former ANBU captain jumped in the air and landed behind Ksuzu, who turned around just in time to block a jab to his neck.

He grabbed her hand. Their eyes met for a second, before he pulled her to him while raising his knee to connect with Sarada’s stomach. She spat out blood as his knee connected with her stomach in a rough hit.

‘’I thought the Lightning’s Spawn would actually use a little lightning in her fighting,’’ Ksuzu  taunted while he grabbed Sarada by the neck, raising her up to his height.

‘’Why are you doing this?’’ Sarada said between gasps, instead of responding to his taunt like he expected.

‘’For peace,’’ he answered without batting an eyelash, as if she was asking the most obvious question in the world.

‘’So your way of peace is by killing the Five Kage and enforcing your rule on the villagers?’’ Sarada asked, laying her hands on Ksuzu’s hands but keeping her grip on his hands loose..

‘’Better than faking peace and just waiting for something to happen to disband this so called alliance’’ he responded.

‘’And who told you that is going to happen?’’ Sarada choked under Ksuzu’s tightening hold,  but her hands were still loosened around his.

‘’I just know,’’ he smirked, confidence in what he’s saying shining in his eyes.

To his surprise, Sarada smirked upon hearing what he just said. ‘’I thought I’m the one that can see the future.’’

‘’You don’t need special eyes to see that this so called peace is going to end badly for all parties involved,’’ he paused, taking a deep breath before his lip twitched upwards, ’’I’m disappointed. I wanted to see the Lightning’s Spawn in action, but sadly, I have to get this under wraps. I got three little genin to play with, that is if they’re still alive by the time I get to them.’’

The widening of Sarada’s eyes made the smirk on Ksuzu’s face broadened before he squeezed with full force on her neck.

A minute full of choking noises and wriggling legs passed before her body grew limp in his hands. And it wasn’t until then that he noticed the distinct smell of ozone in the air.

Lightning… he thought while looking around, not seeing any sign of the aforementioned element. He felt the weight he was carrying in his hand fade, he looked to see Sarada’s limp body fading from his hands.

‘’Genjutsu,’’ he murmured, closing his eyes and focusing on releasing the illusion.

‘’You seem to have forgotten that you are fighting a master at genjutsu.’’ he heard his enemy’s voice echo around him, barely audible from the sound of the rain.

‘’You’re reputation as the Crimson Falcon and as the lightning’s spawn far exceeds your reputation of being a genjutsu master.’’ he said, matter of factly while turning around to face her.

She was walking towards him, with slow steady steps, swords in hand, but that wasn’t what caught Ksuzu’s attention. It was the lightning coursing through her whole body that has managed to render him breathless. The sharp loud crack of thunder in the sky tore his attention away from Sarada as he readied two swords in his hand to stand against the onslaught that was bound to come.

‘’You’re about to see what earned me the nickname of the Lightning’s Spawn,’’ Sarada said, charging her swords with lightning.

The sound of an explosion tore both of the ninjas attention, the sound came from underground, and from the smoke rising from the hidden door leading to it, it was a tell tale sign of a huge fire release.

Ksuzu was panicking, as he recalled that the ninja he sent to capture those brats and Tsubaki were both earth release users, and judging from his opponents smirk, it wasn’t good.

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‘’Who the hell is that?!’’ Hotaru asked, crawling backwards towards a corner, away from the fire that just came out of nowhere.

Well not nowhere, more like from the strangers hands, who Hotaru didn’t even realise the presence off until they practically burned them all with fire.

After a second, Hotaru regained focus and scrambled towards Akihiko, who was laying on his back after he got his arm shattered by that man’s earth release. Hana was crouching next to him, trying her best to alleviate the pain since this injury was way out of her league.

‘’Ksuzu said it was just three genin. He didn’t say we we’re facing her!’’ one of the ninja that attacked them shouted at the other one, who was trying to turn off the fire surrounding them with earth release, but that seemed to have no use.

‘’We have to run Kozui, she’s--the second in command of ANBU!’’ the shorter one said, already heading towards the exit of the underground cave. While the other nin followed suit, forgetting about their fallen teammate, who was taken care of by the three genin.

The second in command of ANBU? That means that she’s the woman Akihiko was talking about. Hana thought, remembering what Akihiko told her about his family, more specifically about his step mother.

‘’Where do you think you’re going?’’ the newcomer said in a low voice, while walking towards the two criminals.

Akihiko seemed to recognize her voice as his eyes shot open and he raised himself upwards to make sure that what he thought was correct. And it seemed that it was by what he said next.

‘’Mother!?’’

‘’Mother?!’’ Hotaru said after him, starring between the two as Hana took a moment to glare at him. But Hotaru wasn’t the only one surprised. The blonde woman’s hazel eyes widened upon hearing what the dark haired boy just called her, but he focus was shifted quickly as she sensed the the two criminals fleeing the scene.

With a flick of her hand, fire covered the path leading towards the closest exit. ‘’You want to leave you got to get past me,’’ the heir to the Kasai clan said, walking slowly towards the two.

Both of the missing nin readied their weapons,   despite the slight tremble that coursed through their bodies.  They knew were facing somebody who has a track record of hunting down missing nin.

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Tamina: "Is something burning?"

Akira: "Just my love for you"

Tamina: "Akira, the toaster is on fire"