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everysecondtues. I've split up my own efforts into what will be a few posts, one a day: Guy/Kakashi, original, Lee-As-Hokage-AU fic, Hikago and Lee/Gaara, and Naruto gen and other pairings. In this case, the last shall be first.
When Shino was three, his father took him out to the woods to observe the insects. Shino was kind of scared, but at least they were outside and so it didn't seem that bad. Then his father said in what was likely intended as a passing comment, "Of course, these aren't the same as the ones currently in you, but—"
It was at this point that Shino's terrified shrieking cut off whatever his father had been about to say.
Despite only being three, it took ten minutes and some Nara intervention to get Shino calmed down enough to stop clawing at his skin in panic. Tranquilizers were involved.
"Seriously, that can't be the reason you cover yourself up," Kiba said, trying to peer into the coat.
Shino gazed back, easier to deadpan with the sunglasses hiding the way he, too, looked at the coat, though with a more uneasy gaze. "I told you," he said. "I'm very body shy."
These days he was even able to completely cover the shudder as he felt the insects move uneasily under his skin at the not-quite lie.
--
Right before Ino began at the Academy, she'd climbed with her mother to the top of the steps carved steep into the side of the hokage memorial. As they'd approached, her mother had pointed each hokage out and told their story. When she reached the last, she stammered a little over the end of his story. "And then he sealed--he. He saved the village." After a brooding moment, she buried her hand in Ino's hair and concluded, "He was a very great man."
When they reached the top, Ino's mother had unpacked the satchel she'd brought along and spread out a small blanket and lunch. "Look," she said, gesturing out at the village spread out below them. "Look at what is so important that we must sacrifice all. Remember this."
Ino had gazed out, all the buildings and people bustling the streets tiny at this distance, like porcelain figurines that could fit on her shelf at home. Her mother's hand dug into Ino's shoulder, but her arms were warm around Ino's body.
"Remember," her mother repeated. "Remember why you must be strong."
And so Ino did.
--
[Sakura gender-switch:]
"Leave my Ino alone," Sakura growled.
Sasuke sighed and said, "Go away."
Sakura pulled his pink hair back with a suspiciously well worn ribbon, thin in patches as though fingers had run its length many times over. "Make me," he said.
In the ensuing scuffle, Sakura's ribbon came undone and his hair tumbling down. In stepping forward to take advantage of this more limited visibility, Sasuke stepped on the ribbon.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" Sakura roared.
And that was how the last surviving Uchiha came down to just Itachi.
--
"Hey, hey, Sakura," Naruto said, turning into her arms. He nuzzled her shoulder, inhaled the scent of antiseptic and faint sweat, tiniest traces of old wood and fresh flowers.
"Hm?" she asked, voice that of the half-asleep, and threaded her fingers through his hair.
"Do you ever wonder if . . ." Naruto couldn't figure out how to put it, how to organize his question into the delicate phrases necessary. He lapsed into silence and shivered into her hands as she stroked his neck, his back, pulled his head gently into the shelter of her chest and arms.
"Why wonder?" she asked, and he closed his eyes.
His dreams were, as always, bitter but sweet, stolen dark chocolate melting on his tongue.
--
"So that's it," said Neji, watching as Naruto spun Sakura around and around. Any moment, she would probably punch him and make someone else dance with her a while, but for now she was smiling with fond tolerance, her arms wrapped loose around his neck.
"Yes," said Lee, staring into the pink fruit punch Neji had placed in his hands after Lee had snagged some of the champagne. Not only did Neji have to stand here and watch this, he also had to keep an eye on Lee because Tenten had snuck off somewhere with Kankurou, visiting as part of Sand's representatives at the Hokage's wedding, and Guy had already left with an unusually inebriated Kakashi slung over one shoulder.
"Let's get out of here," Neji said.
"It would be rude!" Lee protested. Neji eyed Lee, the way that he gripped his flute of punch tight, but not too tight; the ridges of his hunched in shoulders; the complete discomfort and control that he embodied at that moment. The green tie didn't look too bad, and Lee would fill out his suit a lot better if he would stop hunching over. His lips were a deep red from whenever he lost a little control and worried it softly between his very white teeth.
And really, he could do a lot worse, Neji thought, looking back out at the dance floor, where Sakura was already pushing Naruto laughingly away to go sit by the chairs with Ino again. Naruto hadn't stopped grinning helplessly, and he looked like he might try to spread that good cheer elsewhere at any moment.
If nothing else, Neji could give Lee the champagne and they could beat the fuck out of each other. The night would yet tell whether it came to that. He gripped Lee's wrist in his hand, tugged in a way that he wouldn't have touched anyone but a member of his team (or someone now categorically forbidden).
"Really. Let's get the hell out of here." And maybe it was his words, or the look in his eyes, but this time Lee followed without protest.
--
On the first morning of the Revolution, Guy-sensei finally appeared, his horrified face gazing down through the screen of branches and leaves above their shelter. "What are you doing?" he asked, voice calm for someone observing their bodies caked in mud and not much else.
"Mud fight!" Lee giggled and flung a clump straight at Guy's face.
"You little punk!" Guy shouted, and he and Lee began sparring, if sparring was what you could call facing a still-tipsy Lee who spent as much time attacking the bushes and trees as his opponent.
Tenten murmured and rolled over, right into Neji's lap, as if matters couldn't possibly deteriorate further. Staring wearily around at the empty bottles and missing clothes, Neji decided that he was never taking Tenten up on a drinking challenge again.
--
Once upon a time, there was a peach tree in the Hatake gardens.
In the spring, clumps of blossoms covered the branches and carpeted the ground, and its sweet scent added to the air of the garden's seeming haven.
In summer, the blossoms had fallen entirely and in their place were peaches, growing heavier and heavier until they were perfect to be plucked from their branch, teeth sinking into the meat of the fruit and mouth filling with juice that dribbled out and down the chin, the forearms, until the world felt sticky and sweet.
Early fall wasn't too bad, leaves a kind shelter from the sun striking during the still warm days. It was possible to take a book or scroll and study for hours before being called in.
Winter, the bare branches reached to the sky like hands and arms beseeching, and that was when Kakashi identified with it the most.
Years later, the fruit was left for the birds to feast and the remains to rot, and he was not the one to shelter there. He'd left the house and its garden and peach tree with other childish things.
--
Naruto punched Sai right in his pretty boy, too smug, annoying, annoying face. Then Naruto shook his hand a few times, because Sai hadn't bothered to dodge at all, and he hadn't actually expected to connect.
Sai held his nose and said, "Satisfied?"
"NO." Naruto continued to glare, and Sai smirked a little despite the fact he was bleeding all over in a very unattractive (and dare he say, annoying) way.
"Good," said Sai, wiping away some of the blood. "Because I'm going to prove or disprove my theory, No-Dick."
Naruto blanched and held up his hands. "Let's not do anything hasty here."
Sai's smirk was no less reassuring when it stretched wide across his face and went distinctly predatory in way he had to've learned from too much time with Sakura or Ino.
"Don't worry," he said, stalking forward. "Like that love tap,"--and Naruto was going to kill the person who taught Sai that phrase--"this has been building for a while now."
Kissing someone with a bloody nose was gross, Naruto ultimately decided. Very gross. What was even worse was when that same extremely annoying person stuck his hand unexpectedly down your pants.
--
Ash fell from the sky like snow, drifting softly and clinging to all it touched. Drifts of it piled against the trees. The people scurrying about wore heavy cloaks and cloths over their faces where they weren't covered in masks.
There was only one tent, and all the children and wounded shared its cramped space. It was originally meant to be the command center, but the fourth had decided, eyes shifting between his ANBU and those who'd fled the village when it been set afire, that those able to walk and talk could do so just as easily outside as in.
"The fires in the north sector are under control," someone in a mantis mask reported. "And half the med-nin are prepared to move further south."
"And my wife?" Minato asked, eyes flitting back to the tent.
"They say he's a boy," the ANBU reported. "He was born just under an hour ago."
Minato nodded and allowed himself one aching second to feel like a proud father rather than a fool unprepared and inadequare to the tasks yet ahead. "Right," he said. "Bring him to me."
"Are you sure?" the ANBU asked. His voice was flat, emotionless for the real question he was asking.
Aburame's wife was expecting, Minato knew. She'd been one of the first withdrawn from the village. Aburame had also been out on the battlefield several times already. Of Kohoha's shinobi, he was maybe one of the few who might understand.
Minato laughed and ran a shaking hand through his hair. "No," he said. Then, "yes. Yes, I have to be." He drew himself up. "Bring me the--bring me my son."
The ANBU nodded and withdrew without further words.
--
Tomorrow, Hikago and Lee/Gaara!
everysecondtues. I've split up my own efforts into what will be a few posts, one a day: Guy/Kakashi, original, Lee-As-Hokage-AU fic, Hikago and Lee/Gaara, and Naruto gen and other pairings. In this case, the last shall be first. When Shino was three, his father took him out to the woods to observe the insects. Shino was kind of scared, but at least they were outside and so it didn't seem that bad. Then his father said in what was likely intended as a passing comment, "Of course, these aren't the same as the ones currently in you, but—"
It was at this point that Shino's terrified shrieking cut off whatever his father had been about to say.
Despite only being three, it took ten minutes and some Nara intervention to get Shino calmed down enough to stop clawing at his skin in panic. Tranquilizers were involved.
"Seriously, that can't be the reason you cover yourself up," Kiba said, trying to peer into the coat.
Shino gazed back, easier to deadpan with the sunglasses hiding the way he, too, looked at the coat, though with a more uneasy gaze. "I told you," he said. "I'm very body shy."
These days he was even able to completely cover the shudder as he felt the insects move uneasily under his skin at the not-quite lie.
--
Right before Ino began at the Academy, she'd climbed with her mother to the top of the steps carved steep into the side of the hokage memorial. As they'd approached, her mother had pointed each hokage out and told their story. When she reached the last, she stammered a little over the end of his story. "And then he sealed--he. He saved the village." After a brooding moment, she buried her hand in Ino's hair and concluded, "He was a very great man."
When they reached the top, Ino's mother had unpacked the satchel she'd brought along and spread out a small blanket and lunch. "Look," she said, gesturing out at the village spread out below them. "Look at what is so important that we must sacrifice all. Remember this."
Ino had gazed out, all the buildings and people bustling the streets tiny at this distance, like porcelain figurines that could fit on her shelf at home. Her mother's hand dug into Ino's shoulder, but her arms were warm around Ino's body.
"Remember," her mother repeated. "Remember why you must be strong."
And so Ino did.
--
[Sakura gender-switch:]
"Leave my Ino alone," Sakura growled.
Sasuke sighed and said, "Go away."
Sakura pulled his pink hair back with a suspiciously well worn ribbon, thin in patches as though fingers had run its length many times over. "Make me," he said.
In the ensuing scuffle, Sakura's ribbon came undone and his hair tumbling down. In stepping forward to take advantage of this more limited visibility, Sasuke stepped on the ribbon.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" Sakura roared.
And that was how the last surviving Uchiha came down to just Itachi.
--
"Hey, hey, Sakura," Naruto said, turning into her arms. He nuzzled her shoulder, inhaled the scent of antiseptic and faint sweat, tiniest traces of old wood and fresh flowers.
"Hm?" she asked, voice that of the half-asleep, and threaded her fingers through his hair.
"Do you ever wonder if . . ." Naruto couldn't figure out how to put it, how to organize his question into the delicate phrases necessary. He lapsed into silence and shivered into her hands as she stroked his neck, his back, pulled his head gently into the shelter of her chest and arms.
"Why wonder?" she asked, and he closed his eyes.
His dreams were, as always, bitter but sweet, stolen dark chocolate melting on his tongue.
--
"So that's it," said Neji, watching as Naruto spun Sakura around and around. Any moment, she would probably punch him and make someone else dance with her a while, but for now she was smiling with fond tolerance, her arms wrapped loose around his neck.
"Yes," said Lee, staring into the pink fruit punch Neji had placed in his hands after Lee had snagged some of the champagne. Not only did Neji have to stand here and watch this, he also had to keep an eye on Lee because Tenten had snuck off somewhere with Kankurou, visiting as part of Sand's representatives at the Hokage's wedding, and Guy had already left with an unusually inebriated Kakashi slung over one shoulder.
"Let's get out of here," Neji said.
"It would be rude!" Lee protested. Neji eyed Lee, the way that he gripped his flute of punch tight, but not too tight; the ridges of his hunched in shoulders; the complete discomfort and control that he embodied at that moment. The green tie didn't look too bad, and Lee would fill out his suit a lot better if he would stop hunching over. His lips were a deep red from whenever he lost a little control and worried it softly between his very white teeth.
And really, he could do a lot worse, Neji thought, looking back out at the dance floor, where Sakura was already pushing Naruto laughingly away to go sit by the chairs with Ino again. Naruto hadn't stopped grinning helplessly, and he looked like he might try to spread that good cheer elsewhere at any moment.
If nothing else, Neji could give Lee the champagne and they could beat the fuck out of each other. The night would yet tell whether it came to that. He gripped Lee's wrist in his hand, tugged in a way that he wouldn't have touched anyone but a member of his team (or someone now categorically forbidden).
"Really. Let's get the hell out of here." And maybe it was his words, or the look in his eyes, but this time Lee followed without protest.
--
On the first morning of the Revolution, Guy-sensei finally appeared, his horrified face gazing down through the screen of branches and leaves above their shelter. "What are you doing?" he asked, voice calm for someone observing their bodies caked in mud and not much else.
"Mud fight!" Lee giggled and flung a clump straight at Guy's face.
"You little punk!" Guy shouted, and he and Lee began sparring, if sparring was what you could call facing a still-tipsy Lee who spent as much time attacking the bushes and trees as his opponent.
Tenten murmured and rolled over, right into Neji's lap, as if matters couldn't possibly deteriorate further. Staring wearily around at the empty bottles and missing clothes, Neji decided that he was never taking Tenten up on a drinking challenge again.
--
Once upon a time, there was a peach tree in the Hatake gardens.
In the spring, clumps of blossoms covered the branches and carpeted the ground, and its sweet scent added to the air of the garden's seeming haven.
In summer, the blossoms had fallen entirely and in their place were peaches, growing heavier and heavier until they were perfect to be plucked from their branch, teeth sinking into the meat of the fruit and mouth filling with juice that dribbled out and down the chin, the forearms, until the world felt sticky and sweet.
Early fall wasn't too bad, leaves a kind shelter from the sun striking during the still warm days. It was possible to take a book or scroll and study for hours before being called in.
Winter, the bare branches reached to the sky like hands and arms beseeching, and that was when Kakashi identified with it the most.
Years later, the fruit was left for the birds to feast and the remains to rot, and he was not the one to shelter there. He'd left the house and its garden and peach tree with other childish things.
--
Naruto punched Sai right in his pretty boy, too smug, annoying, annoying face. Then Naruto shook his hand a few times, because Sai hadn't bothered to dodge at all, and he hadn't actually expected to connect.
Sai held his nose and said, "Satisfied?"
"NO." Naruto continued to glare, and Sai smirked a little despite the fact he was bleeding all over in a very unattractive (and dare he say, annoying) way.
"Good," said Sai, wiping away some of the blood. "Because I'm going to prove or disprove my theory, No-Dick."
Naruto blanched and held up his hands. "Let's not do anything hasty here."
Sai's smirk was no less reassuring when it stretched wide across his face and went distinctly predatory in way he had to've learned from too much time with Sakura or Ino.
"Don't worry," he said, stalking forward. "Like that love tap,"--and Naruto was going to kill the person who taught Sai that phrase--"this has been building for a while now."
Kissing someone with a bloody nose was gross, Naruto ultimately decided. Very gross. What was even worse was when that same extremely annoying person stuck his hand unexpectedly down your pants.
--
Ash fell from the sky like snow, drifting softly and clinging to all it touched. Drifts of it piled against the trees. The people scurrying about wore heavy cloaks and cloths over their faces where they weren't covered in masks.
There was only one tent, and all the children and wounded shared its cramped space. It was originally meant to be the command center, but the fourth had decided, eyes shifting between his ANBU and those who'd fled the village when it been set afire, that those able to walk and talk could do so just as easily outside as in.
"The fires in the north sector are under control," someone in a mantis mask reported. "And half the med-nin are prepared to move further south."
"And my wife?" Minato asked, eyes flitting back to the tent.
"They say he's a boy," the ANBU reported. "He was born just under an hour ago."
Minato nodded and allowed himself one aching second to feel like a proud father rather than a fool unprepared and inadequare to the tasks yet ahead. "Right," he said. "Bring him to me."
"Are you sure?" the ANBU asked. His voice was flat, emotionless for the real question he was asking.
Aburame's wife was expecting, Minato knew. She'd been one of the first withdrawn from the village. Aburame had also been out on the battlefield several times already. Of Kohoha's shinobi, he was maybe one of the few who might understand.
Minato laughed and ran a shaking hand through his hair. "No," he said. Then, "yes. Yes, I have to be." He drew himself up. "Bring me the--bring me my son."
The ANBU nodded and withdrew without further words.
--
Tomorrow, Hikago and Lee/Gaara!
Tags:
- characters: aburame shino,
- characters: haruno sakura,
- characters: hatake kakashi,
- characters: hyuuga neji,
- characters: might guy,
- characters: namikaze minato,
- characters: rock lee,
- characters: sai (naruto),
- characters: team guy,
- characters: uchiha sasuke,
- characters: uzumaki naruto,
- characters: yamanaka ino,
- fandom: uzumaki naruto,
- ship: haruno sakura/rock lee,
- ship: haruno sakura/uzumaki naruto,
- ship: haruno sakura/yamanaka ino,
- ship: hyuuga neji/rock lee,
- ship: hyuuga neji/tenten,
- ship: hyuuga neji/uzumaki naruto,
- ship: sai/uzumaki naruto,
- type: au,
- type: crack,
- type: for an exchange,
- type: gen,
- type: genderfuck,
- type: het,
- type: slash
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