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Having been reading a posted notice, Hinata stares at the board with a small frown before turning to leave. Unfortunately, too wrapped up in the announcement, she manages to bump right into someone behind her! “Oh, I-I’m sorry! Are - are you all right?” (hyuuchiha, for anyone!)
To be fair, it wasn’t as though Mihoko had been paying much attention to where she had been standing herself. It was a bad habit of hers, either not really noticing or caring about who was around her, which had definitely contributed to the small mess that had just been made. Getting bumped into while on the way home with soup was…Not advisable, to say the least.
“I’m good- it’s alright! Not sure I can say the same for your shoes, though…”
Mihoko somehow manages to look happy and sheepish at the same time as the other woman bandages her upper arm, trying her best not to squirm around- she never had been the type to like sitting still for too long, even if she was being healed. God knows there was more than one time when she was younger that her Sensei quite literally had to restrain her to the hospital bed that way she could properly recover.
“Sorry, Kitten. I really thought I was fast enough to dodge, but I guess you can outsmart even me. No hard feelings, though.”
For a few moments, the Uzumaki simply stared at the hand he was offered before ultimately ignoring it as though it wan’t even there…He was either being rue, or maybe he just didn’t understand the gesture- both were plausible, honestly.
“..If this is the part where you pull out your knife and tell me to put my hands up, I’m not gonna be happy. I mean, I understand that you’re obviously homeless, but if you ask nicely, I’ll share my food with you. We can be friends’n all that.”
was she un-amused ? most definitely , but aika simply allowed the rude comment to roll off her shoulders. ‘ nope , i’ve got no weapons on me. ’ she raised both hands , the sleeves of her cloak falling past her wrists and she wiggled her fingers as if this would prove her point. ‘ i’m not homeless , but - ’ she smiled , stepped forward and twirling around so she stood directly by his side.
‘ - i never turn down an offer for food , or friendship. ’ aika blinked up at the traveler , green eyes roving over his face. if someone were to know her well enough they’d see her smile and know it as gnashing , like a wolf’s grin before it tears its prey’s throat out. but of course , this stranger didn’t know her as aika - he knew her as hoatru. ‘ you still haven’t told me your name. ’
Rai doubted the fact that this woman wasn’t homeless, but he wouldn’t say that to her face- some people were prideful, after all, and wouldn’t like being associated with such a term. Still, homeless or not, it didn’t make him any less friendly towards this woman, giving a bright grin as she seemed to at least temporarily accept his friendship. There were few things he loved more than making new friends and acquaintances.
“My name is Rakurai, but most everybody calls me Rai. Well, actually, a lotta villagers call me Maketa, so I guess you can just go ahead and call me whatever you want,” He hummed, reaching into his pack without hesitation and pulling out a bag of what had to be fairly expensive dried jerky. He didn’t bother offering his last name, either- people got weird when he said he was an Uzumaki, and it wasn’t like she’d said hers.
Though his irritation towards Shoku very often outweighed his affection, this didn’t mean that the larger man loved his boyfriend any less. It had been admittedly difficult to open up and trust him, due to the generation the leaf shinobi had been raised in, where it was common to quite literally stab lovers in the back, but the younger Jonin managed to work his way into the elder’s heart, and won his love and trust. This also meant that more often than not, his guard was down while around the blond, as he didn’t have to worry about being betrayed.
Or at least he thought he hadn’t. Apparently, trusting your boyfriend enough to have your guard down and being distracted by the act of removing your shirt was enough to earn you a face full of feather filled pillow. For a moment or three, Natsuo simply stood there, too, not quite sure how to process what had suddenly happened, but once he did…The amount of Killing Intent in the room spiked drastically, as did his desire to be downright mean to Shoku.
“..Don’t say that I didn’t warn you, Dorai.” He said lowly; The man had started to think that maybe he was being a bit too dramatic, but being smacked in the face with his lover’s pillow only solidified the idea that he needed to be punished. So while the other’s attempts at escaping were almost successful, as he had managed to escape the bed while Natsuo recovered from his shock, the pink haired male didn’t hesitate to scoop him up all over again and toss him right back onto the mattress…This time joining him immediately afterwards, already going to tie his wrists together with whatever material was closest.
‘Of course you aren’t fine fine, you dumbass, you’ll be lucky if it isn’t an open fracture leaking bone marrow into your blood as we speak.’ Natsuo couldn’t help but think, though he wisely kept his comments to himself, seeing as they would only irritate the entire subject further, and he had admitted that this was just a kid only a few moments ago. Would he be such a dick to his younger sister or the rest of her brat pack? No, unless it was that Uchiha. Then again, none of them were quite as infuriating and capable of getting under his skin as much as the man being carried so gingerly in his arms was.
“You want me to put you down?” He questioned in an incredulous tone, as though he either hadn’t heard the other male properly, or just couldn’t believe that he was being asked such a thing. How was he supposed to trust Shoku when he’d literally been whining the past few minutes to be set down so he could walk as though nothing was wrong with him in the first place? …Then again, there was something different in the tone the Suna nin spoke in this time around. Something more serious. Not to mention that Natsuo severely doubted that his companion would be able to make it more than five steps before either collapsing or being snatched up all over again.
“…Alright, but if you try and run off or some shit, I’m going to knock you out and make sure you stay that way for the rest of the trip.”
This was a threat he could make good on, as it wouldn’t actually hurt anything, and it was unlikely he’d face any consequences at all for doing it, seeing as he was only looking out for a fellow shinobi. Still, his backup plan didn’t stop him from watching the blond like a literal hawk after he set him down, as though he was looking for any reason at all to pick the Sunan back up again.
There was nothing sweet or even remotely gentle about the kiss they shared. It was all domination, teeth nipping at lips, refusal to let air pass into lungs until absolutely necessary. Thank God they were in Natsuo’s apartment, because anyone passing by right then would have seen what looked like a very pissed off Haruno forcing the smaller blond to do exactly what he wanted, which wasn’t necessarily false. Thankfully, Shoku wasn’t defenseless maiden and was able to push away when it became time for him to catch his breath, but did Natsuo look appeased by that one little kiss? Not in the slightest. He’d been letting the Suna nin get away with too much lately, always too busy to do anything about it. Snide comments, outright calling him out in front of other shinobi, sassy remarks that had led them to be in their current position.
It wasn’t like the larger man was an idiot. He knew that his partner was doing this for attention, precisely because they’d been too busy with diplomatic relations to spend much time together recently. That’s just how Shoku worked- if he didn’t get enough affection, he started worrying about being abandoned, which led to him acting out that way he could ensure Natty stayed by his side, regardless of what attention it would attract. Was it healthy? No. But the jonin was not a therapist, and he’d be a damn liar if he said that his companion being a brat on purpose didn’t do exactly what it was supposed to.
“You deserve a lot worse than that, Dorai.” Ah. His last name. Not a good sign by any means. “You think I haven’t noticed how you’ve been acting lately? That you’ve just been getting away with it? I’ve got some bad news for you, sweetheart- I’m off tomorrow. Which means that I have all night getting revenge for you being such a brat to me all week. I hope you don’t have work tomorrow yourself, because you won’t be able to walk.”
He wasn’t going to give Shoku a chance to escape, either, instead throwing him roughly over his shoulder in order to make it easier to carry him to the bedroom.
did … did he just use his last name ? shoku’s amused smile melted into a twitching frown , worry evident in the way he attempted to squirm from his boyfriend’s firm grip. ‘ maybe , but c’mon natty you know me ! i’ve just been having an off week , can’t we just kiss and makeup ? ’ despite his unspoken protest , shoku enjoyed the attention but what was to come still had him on edge. natty could be unforgiving at times. he’d experience it first hand , and shoku knew he deserved a lot of what he got in return ; he was a bit of an asshole to natsuo simply because he was … well himself. it wasn’t fair if he didn’t allow natty any form of revenge , it would just ‘cause a power struggle neither of them needed.
‘ n-natty - holy shit ! ’ a surprised exclamation as his body levitated upwards and over natsuo’s shoulder , shoku puffed his cheeks out in evident exasperation. okay , it was going to be one of those nights. fist smacking ( albeit gently ) natsuo’s mid back , blood rushing to his head as natsuo walked through the apartment towards the bedroom , shoku made his feelings very clear. ‘ i wasn’t even that bad this week , you’re being dramatic ! ’ sure his comment about natty not being man enough for him was a little over the top , and he expected a back lash … but now he was getting a taste of his own medicine for shit he’d done all week ! and yet he enjoyed every second of this attention.
how close natty was to him , when they’d been apart most the week for work. his scent roiling around them , deep and familiar and the warmth of his body against his. their kiss , though rough , was a kiss shoku had been looking forward to truly. was egging his boyfriend on to garner his undivided attention a healthy way to go about a relationship ? definitely not. but it was the only way shoku knew how to deal with his obvious abandonment issues. he just wanted natty , it was plain and simple , so he’d do anything to have him. that included pissing him the hell off so he’d have to deal with him. ‘ c’mon , let’s talk about this. ’ his resolve weakening , shoku knew it was coming and he was just preparing himself by this point.
Even if his boyfriend had been harsher with the blows, Natsuo wouldn’t have let him go or spontaneously decided to be any nicer. If anything, that would have pissed him off further, and he likely would have been even more mean to his poor lover than he was already planning. Shoku honestly drove him up the wall more often than not, and considering the temperament that his family was noted to have, this wasn’t necessarily a good thing…Not at all. Granted, the eldest Haruno was known to be calmer than the rest of the family, but even he had his breaking point, and that breaking point was the pleading blond he’d so haphazardly thrown over his shoulders
And yet…He’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it. Didn’t enjoy the way the blood rushed and his temper spiked, the way the Suna nin made him want to hove him up against a wall and kiss him until he couldn’t breathe just to get him to shut up and stop being such a smartass for once. While the Jonin would never admit it, he loved every part of the smaller man, and this also included that bratty side that was likely going to give him grey hairs before he hit thirty. He’d missed Shoku just as much as Shoku had missed him this week.
“Oh, you think that I’m being dramatic? And now that you’re in trouble, you suddenly want to talk? Mm…I think I’ve let your mouth run plenty enough this week. I also think I know more than a few ways to keep it occupied for the next few hours.” Natsuo said bluntly, an undertone of malicious intent evident- he didn’t even bother trying to hide the fact that he was going to make the other shinobi severely regret his actions, and he didn’t bother trying to be gentle when he abruptly tossed him onto the bed, either.
“If you try to run, I’ll make this a hundred times worse for you.”
The threat alone was enough to hint that maybe Shoku had pushed just a little too far, and Natsuo didn’t hesitate to rip off his shirt, looking particularly dangerous as he did so.
‘ fair point. but maybe i wanted you to find me. ’ aika mused , nimble fingers pushing her from the seated position on a branch nearly nine feet above the male , she allowed herself to land gracefully just a few steps away from him with ease. her hood remained up and over her head , red hair spilling out the sides as she smiled kindly. ‘ nice to meet you strange traveler , my name is hotaru. ’ hand outstretched in an offer for a shake.
For a few moments, the Uzumaki simply stared at the hand he was offered before ultimately ignoring it as though it wan’t even there…He was either being rue, or maybe he just didn’t understand the gesture- both were plausible, honestly.
“..If this is the part where you pull out your knife and tell me to put my hands up, I’m not gonna be happy. I mean, I understand that you’re obviously homeless, but if you ask nicely, I’ll share my food with you. We can be friends’n all that.”
