remember that one filler ep where itachi got to spend the day with sasuke and made him a huge meal? what if they did actually get to do that again……………
I MADE THIS AS A GIFT FOR @sasukeless ‘ BDAY TODAYYYYY RAAAAAAAAAA u are so epic and cool and i hope that you have a wonderful dayyyyy :DD u deserve the best ehehee EVERYONE GO WISH THEM THE HAPPIEST BDAY
[ ID: a digital drawing of itachi and sasuke in their kitchen. sasuke sits up on the counter, smiling wide with his eyes closed, and gesturing as he talks to itachi. itachi stands with his back to the viewer but is looking over at sasuke with a smile. itachi is cooking something for the two of them. there are plenty ingredients on the counter as well as a pot and pan on the stove. sasuke is drawn pale with a bandage on his jaw. he wears a blue tshirt, grey sweatpants and black socks. itachi is drawn tan and with his ponytail. he’s wearing a purple tshirt and black pants. END ID. ]
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fear every raindrop
sasuke; 837 words; fluff and angst but mostly just atmospheric-ness. for @dira333
sasuke has always loved the rain; it has always spoken to him in ways the cloudless blues of a sunstruck sky could never (but he’s certain naruto could have). he has always understood the thick rumble of a horizon line jagged with thunder; he has always appreciated the deep sorrow of each tiny raindrop, which together can form a torrent so large it has the power to drown out a whole village. because he understands sorrow — if nothing else.
and his whole life has been loss, hasn’t it? a constant and immutable stream of losing, of waking each morning wondering what else the world will take today, and going to sleep each night knowing the answer is — always more than you think.
he meets you on a rainy day.
outside a way station, beside a dirt road that seems to run parallel to the turning world, he catches you falling — actually falling, slipping on a patch of mud. his single arm bars across your chest, knocking the wind from you even as you wheeze, your nose nearly catching the drenched earth beneath you.
“careful,” he says, his voice soft as he helps you straighten again. and one glance at you tells him that you’re the furthest thing from a ninja a person could be: innocent. it shines through you like a beacon, beckons to him like a lighthouse on a deserted shore and he finds himself irrevocably drawn to you — a magnet to his compass rose, the moon’s pull to the tide’s endless flow.
“th-thanks! sorry…” you laugh, ducking your head into a short, awkward sort of bow as you straighten to peer up at him through your rain-slicked bangs. he fights the urge to look away.
“are you…”
sasuke bites back a wince for the words he knows will come, the curiosity, the realization, and then — inevitably — the accusation. he braces for it.
and…
“are you hungry?”
sasuke blinks.
you’re grinning up at him, not a single thread of apprehension in sight as you lace your fingers behind your back and motion towards the thin strip of forest path.
“my family owns a ramen place in the town just over this hill — i was running an errand, but i got caught in the rain — thank god you were here to save me!” your smile is bright, so bright and defiantly so against the gloom of the weather above you. the rain has yet to abate but sasuke thinks that he doesn’t mind. your smile is more than enough to shelter him from the storm.
“ah…” he doesn’t know what to say, because no one had ever trained him for this, not in the delicate dance of propriety, not in the precarious balance between casual jest and incrimination. he finds that he has no tools in his arsenal for this, but then —
“c’mon, my treat. it’s the least i can do for my savior!”
savior.
he savors that word, basks in the halcyon glow of his warmth, wishes he could sink his fingers into the heart of its brightness, tip it back into his mouth and swallow it whole. he wishes it was something that, someday, he might be truly deemed to be.
it is not as good as irchiraku’s. but then again, very few things are. though, you make up for it in your animated ramblings, in the way you introduce him to the sweet-faced woman behind the counter as you brush through the doorway of the tiny ramen shop, in the way you crouch down to scritch a fat orange cat behind the ears, stepping aside so he can offer his own hand for the cat to sniff and inspect.
the fat, orange cat levels him with a severe sort of gaze before it slumps back down and opens his mouth his great, big yawn.
“i think he likes you!”
sasuke can only nod, shaking his bangs out to cover his eyes, hiding behind that one last bastion of darkness as you lead him to a back table.
it is not as good as ichiraku’s… but he finds himself hesitant to leave all the same.
outside, the storm still brews, thick and angry just beyond the tops of those faraway trees.
“you should stay till the storm blows out — it’s dangerous to go wandering in this weather!”
sasuke almost laughs, because when was the last time someone had ever put him and danger in the same sentence without the implied causation? when was the last time someone had warned him of the danger, instead of warning of the danger of him?
he drinks his soup slowly, polishing off whole bowl with a soft exhale.
the sweet-faced woman smiles wide as she peers into his empty bowl.
“would you like seconds?”
sasuke sets down his chopsticks.
“please.”
it’s not as good as ichiraku’s but… it’s still the best ramen he’s had in years.
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