"Listen, I -" There's A Sigh, A Hand Adjusting Already Perfect Frames. He's Visibly Uncomfortable But

"Listen, I -" there's a sigh, a hand adjusting already perfect frames. He's visibly uncomfortable but continues on. "I know I've never done, anything good for you. Ever, really. But I still..I'm, grateful, you know. To have you around. No matter how much I bitch about stupid things you mean a lot to me. I'm glad you're not dead."

Well, Nonou thought with amusement, it seems as if Kabuto was happy Orochimaru had returned from his meeting with the Sand Village. He had been grumpy all week, and locked himself away in his lab. But this seemed genuine, not forced. She didn’t know what to say in response, so she tried smiling.

“I’m…grateful to have the chance to get to know you again, Kabuto. Really…I don’t know what to say.” She said, with a soft look in her eyes. Nonou wanted to hug him, but she didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, so she affectionately squeezed his shoulder instead.

Heart sinking at the look of disgust on Kabuto's face, Nonou simply smiled and informed her son the money was his to do with as he wished. But, she also muttered with a hint of melancholy, the orphanage had burnt down five years prior during an exceptionally severe drought. There were no survivors except for Urushi, who had strangely disappeared after the incident. All that was left was a small cemetery where flowers never seemed grow, and a defunct shelter hidden in the ground in case the village was ever attacked. "The most you could do is hire a new caretaker for the cemetery; most people are afraid to go near it because they still believe in old superstitions."

Nonou had purposely left out a small scrap of information; Danzo had been obsessed with eliminating all traces of his former projects, and the orphanage was a reminder that he frequently ordered his underlings to abduct children there, in the middle of the night, for use in his experiments. A lot had changed after Kabuto left; it hadn't been a place of happy memories for years. Nonou had been away on a pilgrimage, and returned to nothing but rubble and charred remains.

Truthfully, she thought Kabuto had died horrifically. The imposter Danzo planted had been at the orphanage when Nonou returned from her final mission; memory partially wiped of all that happened. By all accounts, Kabuto had been replaced perfectly; every inch of the original, down to the silvery strands of hair and meticulous personality, had been replicated. Danzo was careful, and paranoid, enough to cover his tracks. So when all of this crumbled to ash, Nonou locked all of her emotions away and fled to a distant convent.

Unbeknownst to Kabuto, she had spent years grieving for him. This was years before the Hidden Sound had been properly established, long before there was any information about its whereabouts and inhabitants. When Nonou realized Kabuto was still alive, she spent months in shock, and then several more months troubling over the atrocities her son had committed; and still more contemplating on how to reach out to him.

She had been fortunate enough to retrieve several of his things, although she had to spend weeks airing out the stench of smoke before she could give it to him. To see the nauseated, almost fearful look on Kabuto's face was enough to tear the wounds in her heart anew. I spent years crying for you, Nonou reflected mournfully, and I have a feeling you'll never smile for me again. All of these mementos she had gathered (priceless, just like her son), and her inheritance, had been compiled for Kabuto's happiness, except that it was clear her son had forgotten how to be happy.

Severe grief flashed in Nonou's eyes for a moment, before she choked it back with a smile and allowed herself to be led upstairs. After knowing about the depth of her son's self-loathing, Nonou was wary about telling him about Danzo and all of the horrific events that had happened in his absence; how she had sobbed herself to sleep and starved herself years after she thought Kabuto was dead; that seeing the cold eyes of her son yesterday, piercing her with their bitterness, was worse than any torture she could imagine. Part of her wanted Kabuto to notice and pry these aching secrets from her lips, to pull her into his arms and tell her that everything was okay. But, God was dead, and this was Hell.

Gazing at the tea simmering on the stove, Nonou suddenly felt very weak and tired. Her face grew pale, and she shivered violently as all she could feel now was a death-like coldness. "You shouldn't worry so much... I'm sure it's nothing." Nonou tried to reassure, her voice quiet because it hurt to talk. Unfortunately, she had breathed in a strange chemical when she returned to the smoldering remains of the orphanage, and now it was wreaking havoc on her body years later. Perhaps her son's village had medical technology advanced enough to halt the progression of whatever pathogen she harbored within, but it was just as likely she would endure a slow, agonizing death.

"Yes... I suppose I'll go with you, but there's something I need to do first." Nonou whispered with a sigh. She explained to Kabuto that she wanted to visit the orphanage's cemetery as the anniversary of its destruction was in a few days, leaving out the part where she desperately needed to get inside the large shelter beneath it. Something horrible awaited her there, and she needed to confront it before the sickness ravaging her body destroyed her. It was imperative.

More coughing, and more blood. "You...you don't have to go with me because I know how difficult this has been for you, but..." She leaned over, gasping for breath. "I--I suppose I have no choice but to ask you."

Once she was awake and stumbling around he followed suit, but, opted not to describe anything she didn’t still remember. It would be better for both of them if the things she’d said and done were left forgotten, he thought. As he was led downstairs he still didn’t speak but now watched her with furrowed brows as the coughing fit hadn’t gone unnoticed but he thought maybe, it was just a fluke.

The money almost disgusted him to look at. Why, of all people, did she think he deserved it? She hadn’t been wrong about Orochimaru being rich – on top of that, he’s just a useless, leftover mistake from a place that still was doing good things for the kids there, that could use money like this far more. That protest sat on his lips when she began coughing again and his frown deepened. ‘ Listen this – this is, kind of you, really. But I don’t need this. You should keep it to yourself, or give it back to the orphanage, or just leave it on a strangers doorstep I don’t know. I don’t really deserve it, though.. ‘

It trailed off, she was still going on, picking up something else that made his stomach churn on sight alone and he wanted to push it away, but before he could she was doubled over, and a fear dug its claws into his chest. This all wasn’t some kind of last will, it couldn’t be, right? 

‘ Fucking shit – you’re not okay, come on, you shouldn’t be down here. ‘ Regardless of protests he left the gifts down in the basement and guided her back upstairs to the chairs in the kitchen. Once she was settled he went about looking for anything to help, eventually finding tea and finding to his relief that the stove still functioned. ‘ You should come back with me, ‘ he said after a pause, quiet, ‘ To my home. I could take care of you better there. ‘ The lump growing in his throat moves higher, and he tries to disguise the way his voice wavers by laughing. ‘ Unless you’re going to tell me you’re already dying and I can’t do anything about it? ‘ 

(OOC: I'm screeching, this is the funniest shit I've ever read. God bless you.)

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❛    you  look  like  you  smell  of  honey  and  no  pain.  ❜

Oh now, this was certainly a pleasant surprise. Tsunade Senju; medical ninja extraordinaire; flirting with plain, uptight Nonou Yakushi? Truthfully, Tsunade was drunk to point of having flushed cheeks and a lopsided grin, hair messily untied and resting on her pale, soft-looking shoulders. She was here with Shizune, who looked as if she wanted her molecular structure to phase into the wall behind her. And now she was loudly calling for another round of drinks, slamming her fist down on the table so hard it left a tiny crater.

Nonou found her to be…mesmerizing. She was entranced by her caramel eyes, but she would never admit that. “Oh? I think you must be mistaken!” Nonou said with a gentle smile, but she ordered herself another drink. Then she took off her glasses, and leaned over to gaze at Tsunade; noses almost touching.

“But you seem to be interested in making a few mistakes tonight… Can I be one of them?”

MILK  &  HONEY                POETRY  RP  STARTERS  BY  RUPI  KAUR. PART 1.   FEEL  FREE  TO  MODIFY  PRONOUNS.

❛    we  are  capable  of  love  but  choose  to  be  toxic.   ❜  ❛    you  have  a  sadness  living  in  places  sadness  shouldn’t  live. ❜ ❛    i’m  difficult  to  forget  and  not  easy  for  the  mind  to  follow.  ❜ ❛    you  are  a  war.   ❜      ❛    every  revolution  starts  and  ends  with  his  lips.   ❜ ❛    the  truth  is..  you  make  me  speechless  ❜ ❛    he  makes  my  tongue  so  weak  it  forgets  what  language  to  speak  in.  ❜ ❛    what  drives  you  crazy?  what  keeps  you  up  at  night?  ❜ ❛    so  that’s  what  you  do..  you  command  attention.  ❜ ❛    you  look  like  you  smell  of  honey  and  no  pain.  ❜       ❛    i  always  get  myself  into  this  mess.  ❜ ❛    i’m  a  dreamer  and  that  will  be  the  death  of  me.  ❜ ❛    you  were  so  distant.  i  forgot  you  were  there  at  all.  ❜ ❛    don’t  mistake  salt  for  sugar.  if  he  wants  to  be  with  you.. he will.  ❜        ❛    you  were  temptingly  beautiful       but  stung  when  i  got  too  close.  ❜ ❛    don’t  come  here  with  expectations  and  try  to  make  a  vacation  out  of  me.  ❜ ❛    the  thing  worth  holding  on  would  of  never  let  go.  ❜ ❛    love  made  the  danger  in  you  look  like  safety.  ❜ ❛    i  don’t  grieve..  i  shatter.  ❜        ❛    when  i’m  angry,  i  don’t  yell        i  burn.  ❜ ❛    we  began  with  honesty.  let  us  end  in  it,  too.  ❜ ❛    your  voice  alone  drives  me  to  tears.  ❜ ❛    like  a  broken  promise..  let  it  go.  ❜ ❛    our  backs  tell  stories  no  books  have  have  the  spine  to  carry.  ❜   ❛    you  were  a  dragon  long  before  he  came  around  and  said  you  could  fly.  you  will  remain  a  dragon  long  after  he’s  left.  ❜ ❛    the  world  gives  you  so  much  pain,  and  here  you  are  making  gold  out  of  it.  ❜      ❛    you  split  me  open  in  the  most  honest  way  there  is.  ❜

This Easter I'd like to remind all of you that Nonou is fucking gay