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Does one reply.  .  . c r a w l s back into the abyss. 

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          naoya regards the wound slightly  ,  eyebrows furrowed  ,  his hand holding a piece of his kimono  –  ripped  &  bundled  ,  held against his palm  – against his stomach  .  while the worry was endearing  ,  he couldn’t help the narrowing of his eyes as he waved the stranger off  .        ‵    do not worry about me  ,  do not call a medic  .  ′

          he tries to stand up  ,  only to fall back onto his ass  ,  letting out a groan of displeasure  .  it hurt  ,  everything hurt  &  there was no way this stranger was going to let him indulge  ,  let him drink from him  .  naoya sighs  ,  squinting up at the other man  ,  giving him a small smile  .        ‘    maybe some assistance is required  .  only from you  ,  however  .  i would rather die here than let a medic touch me  .    ‘

Yu stands with his shoulders square, posture rigid as he regards him. It’s hard for him to talk to strangers—granted, it’s part of his job description—but a part of him never gets used to this. “All right, all right.” 

Blinking as the man falls, it’s in Yu’s nature to try to catch him, but he is too far away to do so. Instead he watches uselessly. How. . . nice. “I understand. I don’t like being touched by strange people either.” Perhaps part of it is the abuse he’s faced in the past—perhaps part of it is that he just isn’t too sociable. Either way, Yu doesn’t like to be touched by people he doesn’t know.

“I don’t have the supplies to take care of you here. . .shall I carry you?” He pauses, realizing some introduction is in order. “Otsuka Yu. by the way. I am the Shimakage’s assistant.” Yu offers a small, reserved smile in return. “You are in safe hands.” 

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I’m somewhat back! We’ll see how long I last. It looks like I missed some drama, but honestly if you ship K/akashi with literal children unfollow me. 

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Small hiatus! I’m not really feeling this muse so I’m gonna give him a break. I’ll be back in a week to see how things are going. I know I just came back and all dskfjadsa. I hate how cyclical my muses are. 

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Munday post! Hello friends! 

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Not so friendly reminder that if you write noncon aka rape threads that I do not want you anywhere near me. Thank you! 

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in my head i know these feelings can’t be right  ,  i feel i’m too weak  ,  these     feelings can’t be right . through your eyes i see someone that feels malformed .

           please sew shut my eyes so that i’ll see no more  !

indie  ,  highly selective  ,  fandomless oc with verses in naruto , bleach , one punch man  —  suffocated by waverly  .    psd  ,  song  ,  quote  .

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i’m really sick & all i want to do is curl up, smoke weed, and cry. why did the only medical center have an opening 30 miles away?? why?? i just...want antibiotics...pls...

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this is what y’all are missing out on by not talking to me on discord.... tbh...i’m a treasure 

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@shimagakure They chuckle at the mans comment, finding some amusement in the way he addresses the elders that pass through these halls. The serpent may not look it, for their immortal design makes them appear a young adult, but they too are from older generations. But they won’t mention that fact, for they don’t truly feel like someone who is eternal should be placed in any age bracket. Or is it perhaps their vanity speaking?

“First encounters don’t always have to be romantic,” they chime back, having heard enough rumours of this nation to believe his account of walking upon oysters, these people truly were a rather conservative bunch. How the viper would have to be careful with their coy tongue,“why, my first kiss was for spite.”

Yu keeps a neutral expression as he pours them both a cup of tea. He’s not sure why the other sets him so much on edge. Perhaps it’s because of the difference in power—Yu knows he is strong, but can also recognize when he isn’t the strongest man in the room. He tosses his ponytail behind his shoulder, turning stiffly and holding out one cup for the Sannin to take.

“For spite?” Yu blinks, nose wrinkling a little at the thought. “Wouldn’t one want a first kiss to be memorable? Or is the fact that it’s for spite memorable enough?” He pauses and takes a sip of his own tea. The fact that it’s piping hot does not deter him any. “Or am I being too nosy...if so, I apologize.” 

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          a minute passes. a minute turns into two without inquiries nor answers, not a word. hesitating but tempted nonetheless —and itachi hated himself for allowing it so— his hand’s brushing over that cloak he wears. black, with red clouds stitched on the fabric. 

          requesting asylum did not only mean to put those clothes aside, meant to leave behind all he’s had. all the man wanted before, out of reach nonetheless, but childishly itachi meant to hang on to silly wishes and naive dreams. 

                 „my identity— will it be kept secret, if i were to come seeking asylum?“

Yu is patient as he waits for a response. Sometimes words come harder for some than others—or perhaps the idea of a quiet life is tempting. He’s never met anyone quite like this man. All that power and he seems to handle it very well. The fact that he’d slaughter his clan is chilling—the reason why escapes Yu to this very day. Yu could not imagine a time where he would want to do the same.

“I imagine it would be best if that were so. The Shimakage would have to know though—she is the one that has the final say in if you can stay or not. I can...take you to her, if you wish.”