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turtle-medic

“Oh,” she says. He’s dead. She’s still mad at him, though. They were never close, but she knows how fond sensei was of him.

Menma says “Uzumaki Naruto” like the two are strangers. Not brother, or even Naruto, but Uzumaki Naruto.

“Are you close to him? Naruto,” she specifies.

“I am not, no. We were classmates in the Academy but nothing much came from that. I know very little about him, only that he likes ramen and lived alone for most of his life in awful conditions,” He shouldn’t know about that second thing, but working in the government often allowed him to read files that others would not be allowed to read. Menma feels like he should mention that he knows of his brother and he knows who his parents are, so he looked at her from where he was sat, “And before you ask, or tell me, I know he is my brother. I’ve known for a while now, I’m surprised no one else put it together actually. It wouldn’t be fair to him for me to come into his life and upend everything, so staying away from him and only interacting at the bare minimum is what I have done for... 6 or so years now.” He often regrets his choice, but he knows that his brother worked hard to get where he was now and Menma wanted the best for his brother, hence him staying away for so long. 

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The Uzumaki kept his focus on the wound, avoiding looking up at him as he worked. At the others question, he slowly moved one of his hands back to his pack again and retrieved a scroll from it, which he held up for the other to take. It detailed a few assignments for the other to complete which included investigating a number of locations believed to have been associated with hostile Ōtsutsuki clan members. “From what I was told, you have a bit of dimension hopping to do in order to find these locations. I was sent in order to ensure you’re fit for travel.” Despite being the brother of the Hokage, he wasn’t privy to matters regarding Sasukes mission. Once the scroll was removed from his hand, he returned to healing the wound with both hands.

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“Figure you’d realise I was here eventually, Uchiha-san. I have a message from the Hokage,” The Uzumaki states from his position leaning on a treebranch a few feet above the others head, “However, it can wait for now.” He hops from the tree and walked over, rummaging in his pack for his first aid kit as he stood beside the Uchiha. Once it was located, he sets it down and opened it before turning to the injured Uchiha and holding his hands up to show there was no weapon there. “I am going to try and heal your wound before you do more damage that you’ve already done to it.” With that warning given, he hovered both his hands over the wound and began healing it to the best of his abilites.

His eyes followed the male, sure not threat but Sasuke wasn’t the type to let his guard down regardless. There was no point in arguing with the other, he laid back, allowing the Uzumaki to tend to his wound.  ❝ So what is the message ?❞ Surly he could talk and heal at the same time, after all Sasuke wasn’t much form pleasantries, and general interaction over all, especially in his current sate, he’s a little more bitter than usual.

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“Figure you’d realise I was here eventually, Uchiha-san. I have a message from the Hokage,” The Uzumaki states from his position leaning on a treebranch a few feet above the others head, “However, it can wait for now.” He hops from the tree and walked over, rummaging in his pack for his first aid kit as he stood beside the Uchiha. Once it was located, he sets it down and opened it before turning to the injured Uchiha and holding his hands up to show there was no weapon there. “I am going to try and heal your wound before you do more damage that you’ve already done to it.” With that warning given, he hovered both his hands over the wound and began healing it to the best of his abilites.

He sets his cape aside, slips his shirt off his shoulders, reveling a bigger and deeper wound than he thought.  Leaned against the tree bark he announced, ❝ There’s no point in hiding, might as well come out.❞ He didn’t feel they were a threat, but even in this state if need be he could stand his ground.

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War was tiring, the teen mused quietly as he stood watching the battlefield below him. It held no point aside from proving a point and what point did the two males that currently were in charge of the Ten-tails need to prove? Folding his hands behind his back, Menma observed the allies closely and noted down any weaknesses he could spot. Maybe he should help them, and he will in just a moment, but for now he turns his head slowly and sighed, “Yes?” The figure that approached him was hard to make out through the smog that seemed to accompany war wherever it went. He didn’t want to waste any energy sensing who it was and it was just a lot easier to ask the person outright, it was more likely to gain him an answer.

( ~Open~ )

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Morning vs Night Starters

“Good morning. Hope you slept well.”

“After today, I’m off. Have a good evening.”

“You don’t usually leave early…”

“I was cold this morning, that’s how I knew you were up early.”

“I know we said good night half an hour ago, but you’re still up.”

“How late did I sleep in?”

“This has been a pleasant evening, but unfortunately it must end.”

“Breakfast has been covered, don’t worry about it.”

“Falling asleep? Bed time.”

“I can handle one more hour… half an hour.”

“This sunrise was absolutely worth it.”

“Sunsets happen all the time but for once, there’s time to take it in.”

“I tucked you in last night. You were a little out of it.”

“Why did I have to wake up to the floor?”

“Up so early? Morning to you too.”

“Up with the sun, down with the sun?”

“You say good night, I say good morning.”

“You say good morning, I say good night.”

“Ten more minutes. No don’t get up.”

“You’re never by this late, is something wrong?”

“Alright, up and at ‘em. Burning daylight.”

“Welcome to trying to be nocturnal!”

“Are you gonna get up or am I taking you to bed?”

“I will not be removed from my blankets.”

“Time to make the best of the evening. You’re coming with me.”

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I think I may make the Alternate Twin Verse my default

His main verse is still his younger brother one but the default- unless otherwise specified by my roleplay partner- will be the Alternate Twin Verse.

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Send 'rescue' for your muse to rescue mine from an unwanted suitor.

Or send ‘save me’ for my muse to save yours.

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turtle-medic

It’s one of the old pervert’s books. The only non-perverted one, the one that Minato named one of his kids after despite the associations with ramen that had Kushina cackling. The last and only time she read it was when she borrowed Minato’s copy. She never had the opportunity to return it.

She counts her breaths while Menma talks and clears her voice in time to respond.

“Oh, I like…” What was the last book she read? It’s been too long. She tilts her head and pretends to sift through a multitude of books she hasn’t read.

“I recently read Almost Transparent Blue,” she says. Recently, as in nearly two years ago, curled up in an inn somewhere in Kiri (or was it Kumo?) around a weather-worn book. The civilian-raised part of her cringes at suggesting such a book to someone so young. Menma is a shinobi, though, who has likely seen worse.

“The novel has excellent imagery, and Murakami is especially talented at drawing the reader in with his expressive language.” She racks her brain. She can’t remember what the book was about, but she remembers it being the literary equivalent of smoking ten too many pipes.

“Is the old pervert still hanging around? Or is he off in some foreign bathhouse with his secrets and his porn?” She remembers Minato and Kushina’s talk about having children, and about the godparent hot potato. Jiraiya was both their best choice and their worst choice. She understands, but she will still be terribly cross with him if he ever shows up

He nods as she tells him of the book, making a note to perhaps read that in his spare time. At the question of where Jiraiya is, Menma shrugs and sighs, “He’s gone. A mission to Amegakure ended in his passing a few weeks back. We almost lost the village permanently to an attack and if it wasn’t for Uzumaki Naruto everyone would have died.” He forgoes mentioning that he wasn’t in the village at the time, so everything he knew was told to him via Tsunade. Menma was saddened by the news of Jiraiya's passing, but he didn’t know the man at all. Not many people knew of Menmas existence, and he normally went by Namikaze Menma to prevent his brother from making a connection.

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Stressful circumstances, limited tools–he means Kakashi, doesn’t he.

He’s so different from his brother, who she could hear from several streets away and reminds her so much of Kushina. Menma, from his airs to his quiet constraint and even to the tilt of his head, takes so obviously after Minato.

Naruto was significantly easier–she treated him to Ichiraku, told him stories of his parents, and they were friends. This will be more difficult.

“Oh, you like reading? Who do you like to read?” She no longer has the time to read avidly like she used to, but she’ll take what she can get.

Menma hums softly and hops off the top of the dresser, moving over to his desk to pick up a worn and obviously well-loved copy of The Tale of the Utterly Gutsy Shinobi, which he holds up to show her. “I quite enjoy reading this on a regular basis, it’s fun to lose yourself in a story like this. This may have been his least popular book commercially but you can’t help but find yourself journeying through the novel with the characters.” He gently places the book down again, moving back over to the dresser to hoist himself up onto it again, legs crossed. “What about you? Any books you enjoy reading?”

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turtle-medic

It was her healing prowess, for the record, that saved her.

… and the inimitable rush of bijuu chakra that saved her from chakra depletion, but it was at least half due to her guidance. No, the heart needs two aorta, and the capillaries are thinner than that, she remembered telling Isobu, guiding his chakra through her system so he didn’t irrevocably screw up and give her a heart defect.

“Yes, it was my advanced healing knowledge.” She sniffs. Credit where credit is due, after all. Isobu sends a wave of irritation in her mental direction. She reciprocates with cheeky reassurances and gratitudes.

The boy perches on his dresser and she sits prim on his bed, ankles crossed and tucked under her and back straight like how she learned in the academy’s kunoichi lessons.

What is she even supposed to ask? About how Konoha teetered on the cliff-edge of war? About how her best friend ended up an international terrorist? About how two boys who should have been her little brothers grew up as orphans?

She tries for a smile.

“How about we introduce ourselves?”

“I’m Nohara Rin, which you already know, and I like turtles, baking sweets, and pastel pink.” It’s reminiscent of her genin blurb in its simplicity and childishness, but anything heavier would sink the conversation like one of Kiri’s summer storms.

“What about you?”

He hadn’t meant to offend her by assuming anything, so he merely raises his hands placatingly, “My apologies. I didn’t mean to assume anything, I was told of your healing prowess and what you managed to accomplish under stressful circumstances with limited tools.” Menma then allows his hands to drop again, placing them in his lap as he sits on the dresser. He listened to her introduction and noted how similar it was to a genin introduction, it made his lips turn up at the irony. When she asked about him, he was forced to think about what he liked for a moment. “I’m Uzumaki Menma and I like learning new things, reading and cats.” A bit of an odd mix, but it was all he could come up with on the fly. The first one was often hard to come by but he still liked to learn new things when possible. “Anything else?” He tilts his head, almost exactly imitating his fathers head tip, curious eyes included.

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He releases her and she rubs the ache from her shoulder. He stares straight at her, and–those are Kushina’s eyes, in Minato’s face, with Minato’s cold politeness to enemies and a distrustful look on his face. She can understand that.

Rin nearly laughs at his statement. Dead? Her? She can see why he would think that, but nowadays it takes far more than a chidori to kill her. Did no one teach this boy tact?

“Fortunately for me, I’m not dead,” she says. “Not for lack of anyone trying, though.” He has plenty reason to doubt her, and no way to be certain short of T&I, which she very heartily does not want to resort to.

Menma was inclined to believe her, so with a flick of his wrist the kunai was concealed back up his sleeve again. “As I’ve been told,” He relaxed minutely, eyes watching her closely, “Though I would normally ask what has kept you alive, I think I already know. There was little the Yondaime didn’t catalogue about your supposed last mission as a member of Team Minato and what little information he didn’t mention, I was able to aquire from your teammate through a little persuasion.” Of course, he was referring to the beast inside her. Almost as a gesture of peace, he perched himself on the dresser by the door and gestured casually to the bed- inviting her to take a seat. “I am inclined to assume that you have questions so ask away.” 

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As long as they’re smiling…

                                  I kinda don’t care.

                                              That’s good enough for me.

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Like/Reblog for a fluffy starter!

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Getting ready for Christmas Sentence Starter

Change things as you need. Enjoy. 

“ It’s too early to get read for Christmas. “ 

“ Do we really have to decorate the entire house? “

“ We should start baking cookies! “

“ It’s time for Christmas shopping! “

“ We have to get a Christmas tree.  “

“ If I hear one more Christmas song, I’m going to do regrettable things today. “

“ Do we really need this much gingerbread? “

“ Look! I got us some Christmas Sweaters! “

“ Do you want to spend Christmas with me? “

“ I really hope it snows this year.  “

“ We should dress up as Santa and his elves for Christmas. “ 

“ I guess, I have to hide the Christmas presents then. “ 

“ Is that a mistletoe? “

“ Look! It started to snow! “

“ It’s always so busy around Christmas. “ 

“ We have to get more lights! “

“ Don’t be so grumpy! Show more Christmas spirit! “ 

“ Can I spend Christmas with you? “

“ We still have enough time to get ready for Christmas. “ 

“ Why is everything covered in fake-snow? “

“ Please don’t tell me you replaced all our food with gingerbread… “

“ This is going to be a great Christmas. “ 

“ You are already planning the food for the Christmas dinner? “

“ We need to take photos for the Christmas cards! “

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Slowly, his brain finally puts her name to her face and he releases her, kunai still in hand as he steps back. So, she is one of his fathers old students though she should be dead. Menma carefully steps around her and goes to flick the light on so that he could see her better. “This is one of the Yondaimes kunai, yes. You were one of his students?” He recognised her from not only the files he found on her but also from what Kakashi had told him when he’d asked. Turning, he met her brown eyes with his indigo ones, “You should be dead.” Not the best way to start a conversation, especially since she had been so polite, but he needed to confirm his suspicions. 

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The teenager wasn’t expecting the sudden hand in his hair while he was sleeping on his day off, which is why he reacted so violently to it. The womans arm was held behind her back as he holds a tri-pronged kunai to her throat, blinking tiredly as he wakes up fully. “Who are you and what are you doing here?” He believes he may have seen her face before in a picture somewhere but if he did, it was a long time back and despite his near-perfect memory; her name escaped him at this time. He may not look that intimidating right now, with his bedclothes and mussed up blonde hair, but his grip still tightened and he snarled inhumanly. 

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Perfectly Platonic Starters

“You look like you could use a coffee.”

“Is that something you want to talk about?”

“Come on, sit down. It’s break time.”

“I needed that, thanks…”

“Here’s a blanket. You looked cold.”

“Thank god you’re back, I need to rant.”

“Is my sweater ever going to be returned?”

“Bad day? Emergency plans are in order.”

“Alright your ride has arrived, where to next?”

“I’m brushing your hair, it’s a mess.”

“You happened to go get lunch and ‘bought too much’ huh?”

“Your hugs are the best.”

“Hey. Hey. Heeeeeey. Come on. We’re gonna be late, get up.”

“I’m late, yes. You should be used to that by now.”

“How long as it been that we’ve known each other? Feels like ages.”

“There was something on your face, I had to get it off.”

“You’re sure people think we’re dating?”

“I think it’s hilarious people assume they’re dating just because they’re nice to each other.”

“I need to hang out with someone I like, can we pretend to be working for an hour?”

“Tea and coffee? What happened?”

“Here you go, one forgotten, left it at home in a rush, lost item!”

“I’m going for a walk, you want anything?”

“… sorry I took a nap on you.”

“I suppose I am now requisitioned to being a napping spot.”

“We could pretend we’re dating, but that might confuse your significant other, and then that might be a waste of petty effort for the sake of rumors.”

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Send me 🎄 + a number (or “random” for a random number)

And I’ll make a starter where our characters are:

Christmas shopping

Sledding

Making cookies

Wrapping presents

Building a snowman

Ice skating

Having a snowball fight

Christmas caroling

Stuck in a car in a blizzard

Putting up Christmas lights

Exchanging gifts

Getting drunk on eggnog

Waiting in line to see Santa

At an ugly sweater party

Volunteering at a toy drive

Watching a holiday TV special

Snuggling together in front of the fireplace

In a Christmas pageant

Cutting down a Christmas tree

Caught together under the mistletoe