#nedzuita

[moonsdying]

Masked and cloaked and wreathed in shadow, ANBU Cat perches on the sill outside of Gekko Hayate's hospital room. The night is deceptively peaceful, and every time Hayate's breathing picks up a little Too much, he taps away at the glass. Tap, Tap, Tap.

hayate remembers a snake. small and thin, white as snow, slithering in the grass near the tree he’d been hiding behind. it’d been looking at him, he thinks, with beady eyes that knew much more than hayate had. he’d promptly ignored it, and in the next moment, he was running for his life.

surveying the situation, considering his options, it hadn’t taken long to realize that his death would be the only outcome. the thought wasn’t inherently scary, because hayate spends his every waking day with a body bent on killing him, but the information he gathered had been important. imperative, even, to the safety of his people. his family. so he’d let himself be hit — vividly remembers the sensation of concentrated wind ripping through his clothes and skin — let himself lay bloody on the ground, grateful that kabuto had left him beneath the moonlight. vowed, as he attempted to keep the world from dimming around him, to alert the first person to find him of the planned attack.

next thing hayate knows, he’s waking up in the hospital. sarutobi hiruzen is dead, along with countless other people, and hayate spent the first few days awake with anxiety weighing heavily in his gut. 

(where was kakashi? tenzo? yugao?)

naturally, she’d been the first one to visit him, and he hates the distant look in her eyes. can only imagine how he must have looked that night, shredded and bloody and barely breathing, and hayate hates that he’s the reason she looks so haunted. such is life, he tried to remind himself, but it never really works.

seeing tenzo for the first time was supposed to be relief. reprieve. but it’d been nothing short of guilt and mild embarrassment when all he could think of was broken promises. don’t get caught. that simple. don’t get caught, don’t get caught, don’t get fucking caught. how could he have gotten caught?

hayate thinks about it more than he probably should. that damned snake, he should have known. should have gotten out quicker, should have stayed awake. he slipped up, and innocent people paid for it, parents of the very children he proctored exams for. the taste in his mouth is rancid, like failure, like one of konoha’s own invaded, like he could never trust the hokage but still has no fucking idea why, like —

tap, tap, tap.

he hadn’t realized how choppy his breathing was until the familiar sound resonates through his head, and hayate chokes on a cough that rattles his ribs and lungs, pulling at the hundred-something stitches across his body. head turning slowly, hayate follows the shadows until he sees a sliver of red and white, and it’s only then that he begins getting a handle on his breathing. 

it was either this or death, and in both scenarios, the outcome would be the same. there are more pressing matters to be concerned by, considering the fact that shimura danzo has been by his room on several different occasions. 

another deep inhale, and hayate raises a hand to show that he’s okay. as okay as he can be. idly, he wonders if tenzo would break him out of the hospital if he asked. probably. the thought brings a small smile to his face.

i always figured i’d be the one to die alone // @nedzuita.

[peacharchivedtm]

nedzuita said: Flowers are dumb as hell and they’ve gotten away with it for too long. “Oh look at me just sitting here doing nothing.” Pricks.

“ someone sounds bitter. ” then again, otogakure did things to the human mind, especially being on orochimaru and team taka watch. it’s not like she particularly cared but well, she always did like gossip. she leans in, palm cradling cheek as she sends a cheeky grin towards the person whose suppose to be watching all of them and making sure they don’t cause any..... issues with konoha. not that it actually stopped karin, she was after all, quite good at escaping from yamato’s eyes. “ having love troubles, yamato-san ? ” grin widens and eyes sparkle in mirth, “ you can tell me, i won’t use it against you. ” she absolutely would and should not be trusted. “ you can trust me. ”

[ninnekomata]

@nedzuita |  ❝ tell me about your day. ❞

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"Well,” he begins, neatly setting himself on the other’s shoulders, uncaring that to do so he has knocked the other’s face guard and headband askew, and seriously mussed up already un-styled hair. “It was going pretty well for most of the morning. And then the strangest thing happened; couldn’t believe it when it happened! You see-”

“I was walking along, enjoying the day, and a tree started talking to me. Big tall thing, up and moving around like it was nothing. Then it had the audacity to ask me questions! Questioned me about my day and everything! So of course I sat on it in retribution.”

Idly, he flicks his tail in the other’s face, further pushing Yamato’s faceguard out of position. feline face splits into an approximation of a grin.

“I’m sure you can agree I got the last laugh on that over grown shrub!”

[kahenn]

@nedzuita​:

HELP WITH WHAT? WHO WANTS TO KISS A FISH??

[scnsei-a]

📝 for this blog but also if you can think of anything u wanna do for sai or kakashi then... i am always made of ears

yamato !

currently obsessed with the au in which iruka is a senju and a relation of hashirama, so bonding over this shared connection would be wonderful to iruka, who has no living relations after his parents passing even though these two are definitely not related. my yamairu shipping ass could never. also, yamato teaching iruka how to do wood style, because he is capable or it, he just never had anyone to teach him before.

iruka regarding yamato with suspicion when he’s initially assigned to team seven. it’s taken him so long to trust kakashi to care for these kids, especially naruto, and he already knew the guy for several years. yamato on the other hand seems to appear out of thin air! so he’s... wary about him and makes it his personal mission to get to know yamato. constantly hangs around him, watches how he interacts with naruto carefully, asks questions about him under the guise of being friendly. but he’s like eyes suspiciously “who is this man... is her going to do something to hurt my son?” but iruka turns right tf around on him as he gets to know him and as he learns he’s here to keep naru safe.

working together to rebuild the academy after the pein invasion? or doing search and rescue as a pair, yamato moving the debris with wood style and iruka healing whoever they pull out with medical ninjutsu?

[loveoaths]

@nedzuita​ shrugged: He’s getting into new hobbies, which is never a good sign. There’s something in his hands and he’s holding it out. “Here, Haku. I made you a candle, it’s lavender flavored.” It’s kind of ugly, but it smells good. “I think it will help you calm down.”

❛    Lavender flavored.   ❜ 

letting the judgement hang in the air, they take the candle with a raised eyebrow & a chuckle, holding its misshapen, lumpy form in their careful hands as they set it in a nook on a shelf where sai’s assortment of strange  gifts continue to pile up. this is, without a doubt, the ugliest candle haku has ever seen, so of course they are instantly charmed by it. not that yamato needs to hear as much.

❛    I know you have a death wish, but eating wax is not the way to go. I am calm. I am the epitome of calm. I would never experience rage simply because a woman at the farmer's market stole the last persimmons. I am a professional.   ❜ 

[kcnan]

Leave yesterday behind you. Today is a new opportunity to fail spectacularly.

                           “  i do not feel as though you understand the suffering i endured, leaf shinobi.  ”     konan spoke as though she had just eaten something foul by mistake.      “  there will be no future failures from me, nor from lord pein.  our yesterdays cemented your future pain.   maybe you will understand then.   ”

[cherryreid-a]

You are your own worst enemy, but there’s lots of competition.

That’s more than a little foreboding coming from a Konoha nin. Especially the one who she is fairly sure shoved half a forest through her gut during the war.

“Is this the Konoha idea of a pep talk? You’re getting better. Tone down the feeling and add a bit more of a threatening lisp and it’ll be like I’m back in Oto.” 

[mita-rashi]

tenzo is, for some unholy reason, perched on the back of her couch, one dark glove peeled off, running his fingers along the fabric of the cushion. he is taller than the couch is long, so his bare feet hang sadly off the end, but he is outstretched like his namesake, and he seems content enough when he spots her. until he opens his mouth and tells her, flatly, "if you had a chance to do it all over again, you’d make the same fucked up choices."

“Are you having a break?” Like, a psychotic one. He’s been getting weirder and weirder lately and while she supposes she appreciates the fact he feels he can be himself around her, sometimes she fucking wonders if she should be doing anything about the weird shit he shares with her.

Anko squints at him. Something’s definitely off.

“Or are you actually taking the meds the medics prescribed you for once?” Ugh. “Figures, you’d take a xanax and have an existential awakening the one day I actually need you for something.”

She gives him a good hard shove off the top of the couch.

[prinseling]

“Mitsuki, there are two types of people in the world, and you are neither.” What is that. A compliment? A complaint? An insult? Who knows. With a tone that bland, he could mean it as anything.

         “ you’re kinda weird, yamato-san. ” hadn’t anko-sensei warned him about that? probably, but he’d been so sleepy when she’d left this morning that he hardly remembered what she had told him. yamato was kinda weird, yeah, but sensei trusted him, so he could deal with it. “ do you say stuff like this to everyone? ”

[moonsdying]

Yamato leans down and presses his face against the nape of his neck and Squeezes him around the waist just a little bit with a long sigh.

the house seems quieter than usual. which is weird, considering the fact that yamato isn't necessarily gone any more or less than he's ever been, but it feels different, with him being suddenly tasked with leading team seven. he's no longer much of a shadow, but hayate supposes it isn't as easy as usual to remain hidden, especially around people like naruto and sakura. the thought brings a small, tired smile to his face, and he wonders if they'll be as good for yamato as they have been for kakashi.

getting lost in his thoughts is a certainty when his hands glide across the counter, chopping vegetables and chicken to add to the large bowl of lettuce and spinach set off to the side. cooking has always been a pastime for hayate, even moreso now that he actually has people he can feed, and though conflicting schedules have kept he and yamato apart, there's something viscerally pleasing about opening the fridge to see that yamato's been eating the lunches (and kale smoothies) prepared for him.

it's the little nods of appreciation that require no words and even less contact. hayate is assured that yamato is eating well, and — he hopes — yamato sees that even when they aren't together, hayate is thinking about him. so much so that he doesn't think twice when akino scurries toward the door.

it's probably kakashi. he's taken to coming around more often, considering there isn't much he can do while his body heals.

it isn't until hayate hears the footsteps that he realizes who it is, biting the inside of his lower lip against a smile, and he has no time to turn before yamato's forehead is resting against the back of his neck. a broad arm sweeps his waist and squeezes in a way that makes hayate feel warm all over, his own hand reaching down to squeeze yamato's wrist in return.

"mission go okay?" he asks, returning to his salad after a few moments pass, but he allows the other man to cling to him. encourages it, really. it's been nearly two weeks since the new team seven were set out follow the leads sakura had gained from her fight with sasori, and while hayate expected them back sooner, yamato doesn't sound any more than simply exhausted. he definitely must be, considering all he gets in response is a quiet sound, and hayate pauses long enough to tip his head back, resting atop yamato's own.

"let me finish here and then we can go take a shower."

on repeat in the back of my mind // @nedzuita.

[tennome]

nedzuita replied to your post: Because Yamato is, frankly, kind of a dick, he...

NOT THE NEEDLE

//ooc} Haha, he DID startled her and THUS she’s like; ohohoh, let me see how your reponse to this, SIR! X’D!

[kahenn]

@nedzuita​​ said: 

He’s peering out the doorway, looking a little bit like a miserable, half-drowned cat. “It’s uh— it’s raining like a cow peeing on a flat rock out there,” he points out the obvious, sounding a little chagrined. “Do you mind if I hang out in here for a minute?”

Well. That’s not a metaphor she’s ever heard before but who is she deny a weary shinobi reprieve from the wrath of nature. She’s aware of course of how heavy it is; the rain smattering on the glass walls of the greenhouse echo with every drop. 

“Oh, dear. Come in, come in.” 

“Convene with the plants if you must, Tenzo,” she chuckles, thinking perhaps she should get the poor man a towel.    

[scnsei-a]

I just want to say from the bottom of my heart I didn’t sign up for this shit.

“Ha.” a wholly unsympathetic bark of laughter. “well, what did you expect? lady hokage’s own disciple, a kid from the foundation, and a particularly unruly jinchuriki? for such a smart man, you really didn’t do your research, yamato.” 

[loveoaths]

your control is slipping, haku. have you been sleeping?

two days ago he’d slipped through the mirrors with a minnow’s ease. today he can hardly force a hand through. 

the sweat beading his brow drips into his eyes & sting. his eyes burn with unshed frustration. naturally chilled skin grows hot & flushed at his teacher’s comments, the old pride in his abilities curdling by the second into rotten, rancid shame.  

no he hasn’t been sleeping. no, he hasn’t slept today, as stupid as he knows that is. how dangerous. but he can’t make himself do it. not now. not when he knows someone ( something ? ) is watching him.

another shove forward, his fingers struggling to spread through the chakra-dense water molecules, only for haku to yank his fingers from the mirror moments later & angrily dissolve the jutsu.

❛  I apologize for wasting your time today, Yamato-san. It will not happen again. ❜ he’s throwing his things into his bag, purposefully avoiding eye contact as his throat closes around his anger, his unspoken fears, cinching them up tight. he knows what happens to shinobi who see things that aren’t there. ❛  I will be -- I will perform better tomorrow.  ❜ he must. failure is not an option.

[sistersofthesound-blog]

❀ Chocolate bar: Name something that makes you feel warm and happy

Koto: Tall green grass. When she was younger, during her happier years, she would hide and nap in the grass and cause all sorts of alarm when no one could find her. 

Habiki: Paper lanterns and fireworks. They remind her of festivals, which always make her happy and remind her of more pleasant times with her family. 

Kana: Stuffed animals. It’s her one weakness, and they always make her happy.