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plush-rabbit · 3 years

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LOV Kinks

A/N: Hope you enjoy them!! Also a few mention AFAB but it’s mostly kept gender neutral (some of them im not so keen on but i think it fits more into their character except for like 1 but that’s like a whole ‘nother thing)

Bubaigawara Jin:

Brat Play- Jin is a gentleman with you, but he likes the sense of control that sex gives him. He likes teasing you, towering over you with his large stature. He’ll kiss your lips, order you to get on your knees and when he’s met with a cheeky response and a killer smile, he’ll ask once more. Deny him and he’s bending you over his lap, bum exposed and smacked until you start to sniffle. He wants to see you cry a bit, to look up at him from your position and act cheeky.

Katoptronophilia- Sex in front of the mirror is a everything to him. He has you bent over, arms stretched behind your back and he holds your wrists with a single hand. He looks in front of the mirror and admires what he sees. Whether it’s your chest that moves widely or your cock that bobs and drips with arousal, he’s cupping his hands to your chest and twisting at your nipples, bringing you close to his chest and talking absolute filth to you. If you compliment Jin during this time, there’s a high chance he’ll pound into you harder, bite at your shoulder all while you tell him beautiful things about himself.

Sensory Deprivation- No matter who it is that is being tired, gagged, blind folded- Jin is having the time of his life. If it’s you, he loves to see you nervous. The way your muscles tense when he walks by, how you can tell he’s already so near when his knee makes the bed dip. It’s a feral type of arousal that he gets from it, salivating at the thought of you being terrified, comes about your body and whispers close to your ear about how he’s going to wreck you. If he’s deprived, he’s excited. Sculpted muscles line his body, tense and perfect, you’re able to see every curve and dent and he’s gasping when you touch him. He wants to be drained by the time you’re done with him.

Dabi:

Corruption- Play the dotting role of the lover- cook for him and take care of him, wash his hair and kiss his scars. He falls deeper for you. A sinking pit that wants to drag you down and bury himself inside of you until you’re molded to his shape, ruined for anyone else. Dabi wants to see you cry and think about all the perverted things you do. He stuffs you with his cock and shoves his fingers into your mouth until you’re gagging and crying. He wants to take you and fuck you on a dirty mattress, ruin the sweet mental image of who you are.

Humiliation- Dabi loves to see you hide yourself behind your palms. He wants to see you whine and deny the filthy words that leave his mouth. He thinks it’s the cutest thing when you start to hiccup and whine about how you aren’t a slut. It’s all in good fun and he knows your tears better than anyone so when you do start to actually cry, he’s apologizing but he’s jerking in the shower about that cute, scrunched up face you made. But, turn the tables on him and he’s creaming. Every single word that cuts at him is soothed over as you call him yours.

Marking- He doesn’t want to hurt you. At least more than necessary. He likes branding you. It’s usually nothing more than a slight burn that will sting for a bit, your skin flushed and hot. He’ll press himself close to you, kiss at your neck and open his mouth. He lives for leaving you marked- bruises that won’t fade until weeks later, bites that sting and a grip too tight that breaks skin. A soft press of his hand against your hip that leaves you hissing is something that he takes pride in. If you want to mark Dabi as well, he’s eager to let you. The sharp, hesitant bite of your teeth, the way you lap it over with the flat of your tongue is so cute, he’s thrusting deeper into you.

Iguchi Shuichi:

Body Worship- Shuichi has a bit of self-esteem issues given the way he grew up and the organizations that are highly against his type of quirks. Run your hands through his hair, kiss his hands and comment how nice his hands are and tell him how pretty his scales are he’s melting. If he’s being praised- told how gorgeous he is, complimented on his scales during sex, and he’s nothing but putty, slow, sensual sex where he keeps himself close to you, nails scratching down your skin and threatening to rip the soft skin. His compliments towards you are the standard type- being told how pretty you are, how you’re perfect- but as it continues, he starts highly praising you, listing everything that he loves about you while kissing and nipping his ways toward your sex.

Breeding- Due to his quirk, there’s a bit of an animalistic side to him. He’s always close to you during sex, bodies pressed and meshed, legs intertwined and arms wrapped tightly around you but it hardly ever steps into the breeding category unless you mention it to him. There are times where Shuichi can’t help himself, pumping himself into you, head buried into your neck and a hand will curve over your stomach. It’s during this when he’s absolutely filthy- talking about how you’re going to be full of children- eggs that will fill your belly- slimy and completely aroused when he knows that he can smell your ovulation. Perhaps it isn’t the thought of raising children that makes him excited- though he can’t deny that he hasn’t thought about having children with you- but rather the entire aspect of breeding. To see a swollen belly, full breasts, your leaking cunt, the way that he gets to be the only one to have his seed so deep within it and see the dazed look on your face after he orgasms.

Odaxelagnia- While your teeth might not be strong enough to pierce his skin, he can’t deny the pleasure from it. He can feel the pressure, the way your spit pools onto him in heavy strands that trail down his body. He enjoys it very much. While Shuichi may not be the tamest nor the wildest, he can appreciate a good mark. He was given sharp teeth for a reason. He’ll bite around your body- thighs, stomach, shoulders, and anywhere else he happens to be- and admire the welts that form. During his breeding episodes is when he’s most likely to bite, tearing up and shaking, a faint copper taste in his mouth and then he feels you yank on his hair. It’s a sharp pain and he remains latched onto you, soothing away the pain with his tongue. He loves to see you marked, covering his bite where he can see and a few times where others can see.

Sako Atsuhiro:

Helplessness- Atsuhiro is a gentleman- a bit of a flirt, but a gentleman nonetheless. He’ll always help you, take amazing care of you and give you whatever you need without a second thought. However, during sex he is a different person. He feeds a bit off of your helplessness. He wants to watch you struggle- whether it's roleplay or bondage- he wants to see you twist and turn, bite your lips and be flushed in your face. He thrives on seeing you squirm, the way your legs tense when he runs a gloves hand over you or even the way that you act naïve, begging him for help with doe-eyes. It fuels a bit of his need to be there for you, to give and fulfill your wants while also making sure he is pleased as well.

Impact Play- The marks he leaves never linger for long. He prefers to spank at your bum, to let his hand arch over the fat, let his fingers dance above your sex and see the way that you grip onto the sheets or pillows in fear. He prefers his hand but he isn’t above using a belt or a flogger if you seem up for it. He loves the dark print that it leaves, the way you whine out the numbers that you can barely keep a track of. Atsuhiro would never hurt you, but there’s something about seeing you at his complete mercy, the way that you’ll cry and beg to be good, how you’re sniffling and slowly turning on your back, so careful to not rest against your sore bottom. He likes seeing his print on you, the way you cry and whine, how you’ll bend your legs and hold the back of your knees as he rocks into you.

Risk- Atsuhiro is a showman. He likes to be the center of attention, to garner everyone’s attention and it shows. His personality is loud, the way he never reveals his face and keeps it behind a mask, and how he prefers letting people know what he’s done rather than keeping to the shadows. And that’s why voyeurism does it for him. He wants the risk of being caught, to have people see your naked body, sex played with his hands so expertly that it should be a crime. He so often wants to see you come undone, to run the risk of having people known what he’s doing to you- late trains are a special occasion when going out with him- sitting on his lap and letting the rumble of the train vibrate and move your body against him. A metal hand reaching to pull at your teats and a soothing voice in your ear to tell you to be quiet, as you struggle not to make a sound behind a closed mouth. There’s a part of him that wants to get caught, to see people’s reaction, to give a performance and show them how good you can look.

Shigaraki Tomura:

Internal Cumshots- Being inside of you bare is already so risky. He’s deep within you, huffing and panting, mindless fucking where your bodies stick together because of sweat. You feel so good- warm and soft, the lewd shucking noises enhanced without the feel of latex. But the real prize comes when he releases inside of you. He knows the risk, but seeing you full with his semen- thick, slow drops oozing out of your abused hole can get him going for another round. He can almost imagine your belly swelling with his seed. The titillating look on your face as he enters you once again is enough to make him ejaculate once more.

Mommy- He has mommy issues. It doesn’t matter whether Tomura is on top or on beneath you, he’s still a submissive when it comes to you. He’s whimpering, begging for you to touch him, all while he paws at your chest, lips kissing feverishly at every inch of your skin until he latches on a breast, the teat in his mouth and he’s humping you like a dog. You could be cuddling, threading your fingers through his hair and calling him a good boy and he’s already erect, fucking you between your thighs and begging for you to touch him.

Somnophilia- Tomura enjoys coming into your room, watching as you sleep, climbing above you and slowly fondling you until you start to whimper and pant in your sleep. He watches with wide eyes, pupils dilated, his skin hot and flushed and when he enters you, you’re already stretched. He loves the bit where you start to wake up, eyes blinking away sleep but slowly returning to your slumber. On the same note, he loves waking up to you already touching him, his cock around your hand as you jerk him off, your lips against his unmoving ones, trailing down to kiss at his chest.

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neurodiverse-clones · 4 years

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Are you still taking prompts for autistic Echo? If not, cool, no worries and please ignore the rest of this message. If so, I was thinking about if Echo starts to have an overload at a pretty inconvenient time (like in the middle of a campaign) and everyone is trying to help but it’s actually Anakin who ends up helping by sharing a coping method that helps him (and everybody is like *bluescreen* “you too?”).

OH MY GOODNESS YES I CAN ABSOLUTELY DO THIS. Okay I have been mulling this over ever since I got this ask, and I don’t know if this is exactly what you wanted, but as I may have mentioned I am 100% projecting onto Echo and that’s where this comes from. Thank you so much for the ask!

It’s ironic that his name echoes in his ears, he thinks, and he looks up into the visor of—someone, a brother, but his vision is tunneling and he can’t quite figure out who.

“Echo, are you with me?” The sound of it rings, but it gives him something to focus on besides the hole in his blacks or the smell of burning and ozone or the sound of blasterfire—ah, fierfek, they’re taking precious time and power away from the battle—

He slips again, and wonders somewhere simultaneously vague and central inside his head why he didn’t just bring it up when things started getting bad again.

He focuses on the visor in his face and tries to block out the sound, at least, he can do that if he just… if he could just focus—

“Eyayah,” a voice snaps, and it’s sharp and safe and Echo takes in a breath he didn’t realize he needed, filling his lungs almost until they ache, because nothing else matters, that’s Fives, calling to him.

“Eyayah,” Fives says again, “Ey’ika, you don’t have to do anything, just stay down here and as soon as this is over we’ll get you out.”

Echo turns the words over in his mind, willing them to make sense, except when they do he almost croaks out a negative, because his overload that he let get bad is not worth moving him before the injured vode—but then, it’s not like he’s in charge.

:::

In overload, time is less linear than it is when he’s okay. It twists and turns on itself, and hours are minutes and minutes are days and weeks are hours and nothing makes sense.

So when the battle ends, petering to a stop, and the only sounds are the yells of brothers taking out stragglers or helping the injured, and it doesn’t feel long enough, Echo can’t find it in him to be surprised.

His squad descends on him in an instant, trying all the various techniques they’ve learned. Fives is in front of him, helmet tucked under an arm, smiling weakly into Echo’s face. Lines has one of Echo’s gloves hands gently in his, and is holding it to his chest and breathing dramatically for his brother to follow and Echo doesn’t want to pull away but he doesn’t want to be touched, either, everything still hurts and itches and burns and doesn’t all at once. Ink is next to him, one leg straight, the other bent up with an arm sling across it, and is asking—something, but the shouting in the background mingles with it and he can’t parse out the gentle speaking from the yelling.

He heaves in a great breath and Fives shoos the rest of the squad away. They only back up about a meter, though, probably trying to cover their brother, because if someone sees—well.

Echo didn’t survive having autism on Kamino to die on that same Force-forsaken planet because autism on the battlefield is a little less convenient.

(And really, most of the time it helps to see the world a little differently. Just… not always. Not right now.)

Lines clears his throat, and the squad scrambles closer to Echo again—a predetermined signal for approaching superior officer—but Jedi aren’t stupid, unfortunately.

“How are things, men?” Skywalker asks, and even Echo can feel how loaded the question is.

“Swell, General,” Pink replies, and someone else groans, “Sergeant.” Pink was always bad at lying. His tell is that he changes his speech patterns; it’s obvious, every time.

“Uh-huh,” Skywalker intones, disbelieving. “Is your brother over there injured? He’s been down for a few hours.”

Of course it was a few hours.

The squad exchanges awkward glances.

“Right,” Skywalker says. He goes to step around the squad, but they form up defensively in front of Echo and Fives. His eyebrows go up, so he stands on his toes to try to peer over the heads of the squad. “Is that… Echo?” he asks.

Fives’s breath catches.

“Panic attack?” With a look, he gets through the squad and goes to sit beside Echo.

Echo manages to force out a, “No, sir,” but he would much rather simply shake his head.

“Sensory overload?” Skywalker tries again.

Echo doesn’t know what to do or what to say, but he can’t lie to an officer, much less a Jedi, so he just nods.

“I was beginning to think I was the only one who got that,” Skywalker says with a hefty sigh that has Echo confused.

“You get sensory overload,” Echo says, an incredulous statement as much as a question.

“Yeah, all the time. Well,” Skywalker corrects himself, “not all the time. I like to think I’ve learned how to take care of myself and keep it at bay.”

“And… how do you do that?” Echo asks.

“It depends on the issue. Sometimes I can leave the situation. Sometimes—have you heard of stimming?” At Echo’s nod, he continues, “Sometimes I fidget or stim. Sometimes I just put on my earmuffs. They’re noise reducing, like your helmets.” He gives Echo a smile and doesn't seem fazed when Echo avoids his gaze. “And I meditate, but not with the Force.”

“I’ve never meditated before,” Echo admits.

“I’ll help you some time,” Skywalker offers, and then he’s off.

The squad gives each other baffled, grateful looks, and Echo finds that he feels a little better.

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shadow-scenarios · 4 years

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Can you do Ren/Akira, Ryuji, Yusuke and Akechi with a female s/o with adhd and sensory processing disorder. So she’s hyper sensitive to the sounds of like clothes rubbing agents clothes or hair rubbing agents her ear. So she can’t lay down in pillows correctly and stuff. Also she’s very hyper and stuff. Sorry if this seems random I was just diagnosed with sensory processing disorder and I’m about stressed about it lol. You don’t have to write about it if you don’t want. Thanks, love

Hope you’re okay, Anon!! I’m actually getting tested for ADHD after all of the COVID-19 stuff is over so I know how you feel, honey. This might be slightly ADHD focused because I know what it’s like to have that, but I did some research into SPD. I hope you like these. :)

Of course you can request the boys, they’ll look after you. Sending you my love!!

- Nexus.

Joker { Akira Kurusu }

✧ Akira is the very observant & insightful type, so he seems to be able to help her whenever she cannot communicate properly what is wrong. He would never baby or coddle her because of the hypersensitivity but he understands that it is an issue.

✧ He finds it incredibly endearing whenever she is hyperactive or super invested into something. Listening to other people is his forte & hearing someone just be excited about life brings him so much joy.

✧ In terms of touch and feeling, he is the ultimate gentleman. Before he even thinks about pulling her into a hug, he will ask if that is something she is okay with. Always keeps a hair clip around in case she ever feels overstimulated & checks out the sleeping conditions she has in order to help her get a better night of sleep.

✧ If she struggles with diet due to not liking the texture of certain foods, he will make a list of the things she does like & make sure the fridge in LeBlanc is stocked properly so that he can make her a proper meal. Akira believes nutrition is very important!

✧ Occupational therapy is always an option & although it may be difficult, Akira would be there to support her if she chose to go. If she did not want to go, he would also find that fine because in the end it is what makes her the most comfortable.

Skull { Ryuji Sakamoto }

✧ Ryuji does not pick up on the signs at first because he simply does not know. If she were to tell him it was ADHD & SPD, he would immediately take an all-nighter research how to best help her. He is very protective of her after he learns some of the symptoms, probably to the point where it is slightly uncharacteristic. If anyone ever said anything bad about her, he would absolutely flip his lid & tell them to ‘ eff off! ’.

✧ Absolutely loves it when she is hyperactive!! He is a very enthusiastic person in general so he encourages her to speak her mind about the things she loves. Makes an effort to lower his voice as well, since sometimes it may cause hypersensitivity & he would never want to hurt her.

✧ Tries to learn how to cook from Akira & fails miserably, so he learns what kind of soft drinks or ramen she likes so that he can buy it from the vending machine after school.

✧ Definitely asks Ann about clothing that is less likely to be uncomfortable & tight for her. They end up spending a whole day {with regular breaks if needed!} trying on clothes and seeing what feels the best. Would absolutely never judge her for it, he is incredibly sweet throughout the entire experience.

Fox { Yusuke Kitagawa }

✧ Yusuke is innately empathetic & is therefore very helpful about it all. He is slightly too dramatic sometimes though. If everything is not perfect for her, then he insists that it be made correct.

✧ Art often helps him unwind so he suggests trying it. Even if she is not very good, he would teach her how to improve with gentle words. Suggests fingerprinting as a starting point for a stimulating activity that is not too much.

✧ Being as passionate about art as he is, Yusuke never minds listening to his significant other talk about her own interests. He understands that he can also be impulsive at times.

✧ Money is something Yusuke struggle with but damn it if he does not blow all of his Yen on something that she says is very comfortable. He is knowledgeable in that finding good clothes can be difficult & he would never turn down the opportunity to make her feel better.

Crow { Goro Akechi }

✧ With his detective intuition, Akechi most likely figures out the symptoms & links them to something like ADHD or SPD before she even tells him. Super kind about it all!! Asks if there is anything he can do to make her more comfortable & makes a list much like Akira would. He knows exactly what it is like to have problems with no one to help.

✧ Finds out what kind of materials make her more comfortable & privately orders outfits made out of them. His job allows him to be flexible with money & he believes that the comfort of his significant other is more important than having riches. He sticks to holding hands with her if she is okay with it and if she does not like the feel of his gloves, he would even take them off.

✧ Makes even more of an effort to keep her out of the public eye. If anyone were to crowd around her with cameras or asking questions when they went out, he would immediately turn up the formalities & politely ask them to leave, indicating that they were not wanted.

✧ Never judges her for hyperactivity and listens with intent. Although most days he comes home rather tired, a cup of green tea & listening to her talk for a while would be enough to revitalise him. Instead of people prodding him about investigations or the Phantom Thieves, listening to someone ramble is quite cathartic. May even end up talking about some of the light philosophy he reads if that makes her comfortable.

✧ In terms of sleeping arrangements, Akechi makes sure that everything is comfortable for her. If she dislikes the pillows, he will get rid of them. It is not particularly difficult for him to fall asleep with all of the jobs & work in the Metaverse he needs to complete so to him, sleeping positions are not as much of a priority.

Word Count: 900

Publish Date: 27.09.20

#{ joker }#{ skull }#{ fox }#{ crow }#{ totally didn’t forget tags lmao }#{ i hope Anon likes these :( }#persona 5 royal x reader #persona 5 royal #p5r #persona 5 imagines #akira kurusu x reader #ryuji x reader #yusuke x reader #akechi x reader

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sanderssidesfanfiction · 5 years

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We’ll Carry On - Chapter Forty Six

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General Content Warnings: Sympathetic Deceit Sanders, Substance Abuse, Abandonment, Minor Character Death, Transphobia, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, Dissociation, Bullying, Homophobia

March 18th, 2019

Dee looked at everyone in the room in the courthouse with confusion. They were smiling and laughing and chatting like they had done this a million times before. They hadn’t done it a million times, but they had done it three, so maybe they were just that familiar with each other.

Whatever the reason, he was uncomfortable being slightly dressed up and just standing around in court doing nothing. He clung to Remy’s leg like his life depended on it, and when they finally started talking about signing papers, Dee felt relief flood through him. Even if this meant he couldn’t go back to Mama, he wouldn’t be stuck in this courthouse forever.

And anyway, if Mama left him, didn’t that mean that this new family taking him in was a good thing?

March 18th, 2020

Dee was happy enough that he was jumping up and down and flapping his hands like mad. He was wearing his adult villain gloves, because he had outgrown his old ones but Dad got him these so that he didn’t have to go without villain gloves at all. These he just had to grow into.

They were at his favorite pizza place, the one that knew his particular preferences for pizza and didn’t give him or his family weird looks when they ordered a white pizza with extra cheese and sausage. It was the anniversary of his adoption, and while he had gotten a mini-party two weeks before with his family for his seventh birthday, Lucy wasn’t able to come and have dinner with them like he had hoped. But today, Dad and Ami had talked with Lucy’s moms, and they all had agreed that they would meet here, as a belated birthday celebration in addition to his adoption anniversary.

As soon as they walked through the door, Lucy exclaimed, “Dee!” and ran over to hug him.

He hugged back, tight, before taking off his gloves and shoving them in his coat pockets so he could sign. “I’m so glad you came!”

“Well, of course!” Lucy signed back. “I was super sad I couldn’t do it on your birthday, but this is almost as good!”

Dee grinned and flapped his hands before signing, “It’s better! Because this is the reason why I know you in the first place!”

Lucy frowned. “What do you mean?” she signed.

“Well, if I hadn’t been adopted by Dad and Ami, I wouldn’t be going to school with you!” Dee explained.

“Oh!” Lucy said out loud. “Yeah, I’m really glad you got to be adopted, then!”

Dee nodded. He was really glad too, and he didn’t want to think about where he would be if he weren’t with Dad and Ami. It definitely was not a pleasant thought. Would Mama have stopped taking pills? Would he have had to talk to way more police people? Would he have been taken away anyway, only this time he wouldn’t have been with Dad and Ami? He didn’t know, and that really scared him. Hence why he didn’t think about it often, if at all.

Lucy tapped his arm and Dee looked up at her from where he found himself staring at the floor. “You okay?” she signed.

Dee smiled softly. “Yeah. Just started thinking about not nice things.”

“Oh,” Lucy said, nodding her understanding. “Yeah, that’s no fun,” she agreed. “Do you want to find a table with my moms and your family?”

“Yeah,” Dee agreed, and the two immediately looked for a table that could house the ten of them.

When they found a likely candidate, everyone sat down and, because the customers were allowed to seat themselves, a waitress came right over with a bright smile. “Hello there! How can I help you tonight?”

“Hi, we’re going to be ordering...” Ami trailed off, before signing at Lucy’s moms. At their response he said, “We’ll be ordering three pizzas. Two large ones, regular sauce, pepperoni on one half and veggie lover’s on the other, the second one plain cheese on one half and green peppers and black olives on the other, and then a small, white sauce, extra cheese and sausage.”

The waitress laughed. “Oh, you must be the Picani’s! The manager talks about you a lot. Usually to say why you should never judge someone for their pizza order, because you come here often and tip well because no one else takes the order seriously.”

“That’s us,” Ami said cheerfully. “We’re here with a school friend of the youngest. He’s very excited about it.”

Dee noticed that one of Lucy’s moms was translating what Ami was saying for the other. When the waitress left, the conversation moved solely into the sign language territory. Mostly introductions, explaining who was who to one another. Lucy’s mom who was Deaf, who was wearing a denim jacket tonight, smiled and signed, “Your ASL is amazing for only knowing it one year.”

Logan signed back, “Well, Dad and I have had more practice than one year, but my teacher has said that my signing improved greatly since Dee joined the family. Full-immersion does wonders in learning a new language. And since Dee only would speak when he knew we wouldn’t know the sign and no one was around to translate, it really was like full-immersion.”

Lucy signed, “That’s really cool! I didn’t realize most of you didn’t know sign before! You’re naturals!”

“Not really,” Roman signed with a laugh. “My sign was terrible for the longest time. I constantly had to ask Dee to slow down, and I still do when he fingerspells. But I’ve been getting better.”

Ami lightly waved his hand and signed, “Before the food comes, we have a gift for Dee to celebrate his adoption.”

Dee was surprised, thought he didn’t know why. He had gotten presents on his birthday, both from the family and from Lucy. But he forgot that he might get a gift on his adoption.

Dad passed over a small bag to Dee and Dee took it gingerly. He sifted through the paper and found a pair of earbuds, which he played with for a few seconds before sifting through the paper more at Ami’s encouragement. He pulled out a small-ish rectangular device that sort of reminded him of a phone, except it had a circle where the keys would be, and the screen was small. “What is it?” he signed.

Ami and Dad both laughed, and Lucy’s moms were cracking a smile. “I never thought I would see the day,” Ami signed. “It’s called an iPod. It stores music and podcasts and stuff so you can play it whenever you like.”

Dee blinked a few times, before putting the earbuds into the iPod and then his own ears. “What do I do to start the music?” he asked.

“You see the symbols of the sideways triangle and the two little lines? Press that,” Dad signed.

Dee did so and his eyes widened as he recognized one of the songs that Logan liked to listen to, one of the few that he was allowed to play without headphones around Dee, and the one that was Dee’s absolute favorite of Logan’s songs. He took out one of the earbuds, surprised that he couldn’t hear the music in that ear anymore, before putting it back in. He grinned. “Cool!” he signed.

“Ami and I found that in the basement in one of the moving boxes, and we cleared out what little music was still on it before downloading songs we knew you liked,” Dad signed. “We figured it could help some in crowds. It’s not the same as noise-cancelling headphones, but it still will give you something to focus on.”

Dee grinned wide and signed “Thank you” over and over again. Then, “Can I keep them in while we eat?”

“Well, yeah, if you want,” Ami signed. “We’re all going to be signing anyway, so you won’t be missing out on any of the conversation.”

Dee flapped his hands excitedly and slid the iPod into his pocket. Lucy was grinning at him. “That looks like it was a really good gift!” she signed.

“It is!” Dee exclaimed. “And on my birthday Dad and Ami found a weighted blanket in my size! They know all of my sensory problems and they help with them, instead of telling me that I need to get over them, like some of the mean kids at school do!”

“That’s great!” Lucy signed. “I’m really happy for you!”

Dee nodded. “They also help Logan when he has similar problems.”

“What?” Logan signed. “I don’t have those sorts of problems, do I?”

“You don’t buy certain shirts or pants because they ‘feel wrong,’ you can’t stand certain music because ‘the lyrics don’t sound right,’ you can’t touch chalkboards with any part of exposed skin, nevermind fingernails, without squeezing your hands repeatedly until you can run your fingers under water or on something that ‘feels better,’” Dad supplied. “You do all of this without realizing it, but yeah, Logan, you have sensory issues.”

Logan looked momentarily stunned. “Oh,” he said, out loud. “I didn’t realize...” he started to sign, but his hands drifted down as his thought process trailed off. “I don’t know.”

The pizza came while Logan was still brooding over this fact, and the conversation moved to lighter topics. Lucy and Dee talked a lot about school when they weren’t eating their slices of pizza, Roman talked about how the school play was coming up in April and how he had most of his lines down but the blocking kept tripping him up, and Patton and Virgil talked a lot about the books they were reading. Virgil adored Animorphs and Patton was still enjoying The Magic Tree House whenever he could.

Eventually, Logan joined in on the conversation again, when Lucy’s moms asked Logan and Dad where they had learned to sign. They signed an hour-long conversation, and when all of the pizza was eaten and their drinks gone, Dee was starting to yawn as one of Virgil’s slow songs came on the iPod, acting like a lullaby. “We should probably head out,” Dad signed. “I think Dee’s a little too tired for dessert.”

“I’m not tired,” Dee protested, before yawning again.

“You’d fall asleep face-first into whatever dessert you had,” Roman signed with a grin.

Dee whined in protest but didn’t do anything else outside rub his eyes. He was tired, and it had to be getting close to eight, but that didn’t mean he wanted to go home and get ready for bed.

“We should be going, too,” Lucy’s other mom, the one who was wearing bright pink lipstick, signed. “Lucy will need to go to bed soon. It is a school night, after all.”

Lucy tilted her head back and groaned, before hugging Dee. When she pulled apart, she signed, “I had fun tonight.”

“Same,” Dee signed.

“Oh, and do you like the book Mom found for you? There aren’t a lot of kid’s books out there with characters who are mute, so I hope just finding one who was autistic is okay...”

Dee smiled. “I love it a lot, Lucy. It’s nice to read, especially when the bullies give me a hard time.”

“Good, I’m glad,” Lucy signed.

Everyone stood, and after Dad and Ami left two twenties on the table, they all walked outside and went their separate ways in the parking lot. Dee was a little sad, even though he knew that he would see Lucy tomorrow. He had sorta hoped that tonight would never end.

“Chin up, Dee,” Virgil said as they all got in the van. “You get to listen to your music a little while longer before you have to go to bed.”

“And you get to see your best friend tomorrow!” Patton chirped.

“Not to mention that just because tonight is over, doesn’t mean we’re not going to be here tomorrow,” Roman added.

“And while it might seem unfair to cut the night short, we really should get back home. If you want, we could read the book Lucy got you again before bed,” Logan offered.

Dee yawned again and nodded. That sounded really nice. Ami drove out of the parking lot and started the trip home, and as one song bled into the next in Dee’s ears, he leaned back and tried to let himself relax, just a little, just enough that maybe he could have an easier time sleeping tonight. After all, his family was here, and they would keep him safe and love him ‘til the end of time. He had been here a year and they hadn’t disappointed him yet.

Virgil gently grabbed Dee’s hand and gave it a squeeze. Dee looked over in confusion. “Just...you know that we’re not gonna leave you for anything, right?” Virgil asked. “The only thing that would make me not be able to talk to you anymore is if one of us died. And that’s not gonna happen for years and years.”

Dee nodded. “I know, Virgil. Thanks,” he signed.

“I love you,” Virgil murmured. “I want to make sure you know that, because I don’t say it often.”

“I know,” Dee signed again. “I love you too.”

After Virgil nodded and Dee started to relax again, he was asleep before they even hit the next red light.

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demonslayvr · 5 years

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× WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE SMELL LIKE?

almost woody ?? wet dog ?? he smells kinda oddly nice at times and absolutely so after he showers -- he uses a comfrey body wash that has lemon myrtle, sandalwood & rosalina in it. it makes him smell pretty sweet but not too sweet where it becomes overpowering. however that tends to die off whenever he’s running around because sweat and blood will likely mask it eventually at some point.

× HOW OFTEN DOES YOUR MUSE BATHE/SHOWER? ANY HABITS?

whenever he can plus he has water connected to the shop and it hasn’t been turned off due to no payment. i wouldn’t say he showers once or twice a month because that’s disgusting but he does sometimes go a week without showering if his mood isn’t the best or he’s out on a job. when he’s got nothing to do he’ll likely bathe and just soak and relax -- and probably fall asleep.

all in all though dante showers at least two - three times a week and maybe six times in a two week period if he isn’t on a job. first thing he washes though would wash is his hair especially if he’s got blood all over him and then everywhere else. he’s got pale hair, he ain’t here to have it stained from nasty ass demon blood no thanks !!!

× DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE ANY TATTOOS OR PIERCINGS?

he had a tongue piercing as an act of pure ass rebellion before when he was 16 once but he forgot for five minutes that taking it out without putting it back quickly would close up the wound so uh . . that was a bust. he’s redone it himself periodically throughout the years because he thinks the piercing was neat but he quit that a couple years after he lost vergil again ; the drive for it all but vanished.

tattoos are a no go since his healing is as it is that it just fucks off in an hour or so. waste of cash.

× ANY BODY MOVEMENT QUIRKS? ( E.G. KNEE SHAKES? )

he’ll scratch at his left palm ( hand yamato sliced ) when anxious or having to talk about something he isn’t cool with. he does bounce his leg when sitting for long periods due to restless energy and will rub his hands together with it ; not so much in sync but it can happen from time to time.

with his hair being long enough again he’ll start to brush it behind his ear if its in his face a lot to keep him from potentially chewing at it out of habit. he used to do that when he was younger when his hair was longer and its a habit he tried to break by simply cutting his hair. to curb this nowadays he’ll likely put it up in a bun or something or just move it outta his face.

he’ll rub under his nose as well if he’s uncomfortable or scratch at the nape of his neck or stubble.

× WHAT DO THEY SLEEP IN? UNDERWEAR OR PJS?

since dante runs hot he’ll usually sleep just with a light shirt or underwear and that’s it. if he’s dating someone he’ll likely wear something to not weird out or make his s/o uncomfortable unless they’re cool with it. he wore pj’s when he was younger mainly due to sensory issues and feeling a little out of his skin but now he’s more comfortable with his body to just wear literally nothing.

when he’s on a job however and out he’ll sleep in his gear --- if he sleeps at all.

× WHAT’S THEIR FAVOURITE PIECE OF CLOTHING?

dante owns a bracelet -- friendship bracelet -- that he keeps on his person at all times. its vergil’s bracelet that he was given ; one of two that the boys made for each other when they were kids. secondly would be his one half of the perfect amulet ; while its dangerous when his and vergil’s halves go together, well its one of the remaining things of his parents that he has so. you know. its a fav.

× HOW DO THEY SLEEP? POSITION?

godspeed to the person sleeping in a bed with him. dante has a tendency to squirm and shift during the night whenever he does get sleep that isn’t in a chair at his desk. he has a bed upstairs but he doesn’t sleep in it much since being upstairs and leaving downstairs susceptible to attack isn’t a favorite thing of his.

though when he is in bed he’ll squirm and move but ultimately keep the covers tightly on him and almost a cocoon of sorts, cheek against the pillow all curled up -- ebony and ivory are under the secondary pillow or close by.

× WHAT DO THEIR HANDS FEEL LIKE?

calloused on his fingers and palms under his gloves ; they do smooth out though with his healing but there is a slight off feeling to them. i wouldn’t say dante’s skin feels like a snakes does but . . its really soft and the same can be said for his hands. though after a job or a spar they do become quite calloused and rough.

× IF YOU KISSED THEM, WHAT WOULD THEY USUALLY TASTE LIKE?

pizza. or like, sweet -- especially if he’s had a sundae just before or something. usually he’ll just taste kinda like whatever he’s been eating or coffee. he might eat a mint though beforehand if he figures what he eats might not be your cuppa tea to be tasking when you kiss him. he’s considerate uvu

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jouissezduprintemps · 7 years

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An ANBU Tradition

Rating: T Words: 3489 Fandom: Naruto Summary: Itachi Uchiha joins the ANBU under Kakashi Hatake's command. There's a certain tradition the ANBU has for new recruits, and Itachi is no exception.

Kakashi lay on his back, one knee bent up while the other extended. It was long past the time when he should have replaced his twin mattress with something that would actually accommodate his height. The only way he could fit was by sleeping with his knees bent; stretched out as he was, his head could either rest on his pillow or his ankle could hang off the foot of the bed. He opted for the latter. He held his newest copy of Icha Icha languidly above his exposed face, and his damp, white hair was brushed awkwardly back out of his eyes.

The laundry machine hummed in the background, keeping a steady rhythm as it spun nearly every article of clothing that the young man had to his name. The mission assigned to his ANBU squad took them weeks to complete, and his already spartan apartment was even more barren with its lack of basic necessities upon his return. Even so, the amenities that remained were a godsend for his right-hand man.

Without looking away from the pages of his book, he could see his towel-clad companion standing in front of the chest of drawers. Before he could ask, Kakashi instructed him, “Just take whatever’s there that’ll fit.”

Even if Kakashi had kept his clothing from three years ago, his broad shoulders and tall frame had always left Tenzo in his shadow. “Don’t you have anything that’s not made for a giant?” he asked snidely as he pawed through the drawers one-by-one.

“You’re the one who decided to wash everything you own,” Kakashi drawled as he turned the page. “Make do.”

Much to Tenzo’s relief, Kakashi hadn’t taken the only pair of drawstring sweatpants. The fabric bunched awkwardly at his hips as he pulled the strings to fit, tying them into a lazy knot. The legs were too long, and he had to be careful not to trip himself on the excess. As he dug for a shirt, he took his towel in one hand and began to dry his long, brown hair. He wanted to complain that he didn’t have ready access to laundry services or a private shower, but he was worried that Kakashi, out of petty spite, would bar him from using the ones in his apartment until he apologized. It wouldn’t be the first time.

The smallest shirt Tenzo found hung to the middle of his thighs, and if he held his arms out to his sides, it looked like a black bag instead of proper clothing. Unable to help himself, he frowned. “I look like a child.”

“Sixteen going on six,” Kakashi smirked as he snapped his book shut, a strange sight without his mask. He righted himself on his bed, crossing his legs in front of him.

Tenzo balled up his towel and threw it across the room, and Kakashi caught it with ease. With a toss, it landed in the empty laundry basket. Sarcasically, he began, “Thank you, Kakashi. You’re doing my laundry and let me use your shower, and you even called in some dinner. You’re the best captain ever!”

Tenzo made a lewd gesture, but there was playfulness in his eyes. “Fuck you, Senpai.”

To his surprise, Kakashi laughed. There was no way Kakashi could take him seriously dressed the way he was. Tenzo growled in indignation. He reached behind him and grabbed something from the dresser, throwing it at the white-haired man. “And put a damned shirt on, Hatake.”

Kakashi’s laughter faded into a chuckle that wouldn’t go away, even as he did as he was told. Tenzo had a feeling that Kakashi made those infuriating smirks and grins just as often on any other day, but that the expressions were hidden by his mask. He snatched the file folder of the kitchen table and walked over to Kakashi, taking a seat facing him on the mattress. He held it up and smacked his captain’s forehead with it. “We have work to do.”

Kakashi took the file and opened it. While he examined the pages, he set an elbow on his knee and bent over, his chin in the palm of his hand as he read. “Itachi Uchiha…” he mused, unclipping the child’s photograph from the file. “He’s young.”

“Not for our squad,” Tenzo corrected as he examined the score card. “He’s ten. Graduated to genin at six, like I did, and just a year after you. You joined at twelve, right? And Danzo had me in the foundation since I was five. It only looks that way because you’re old.”

“I’m nineteen.”

“Exactly.”

Kakashi took a swing at Tenzo’s head, which he narrowly dodged. “Lord Hiruzen appointed him. Good. We need to keep him away from Danzo until Itachi can manage on his own.” He traded Itachi’s photograph for the card Tenzo held. “He’s strong. From the looks of it, he should be able to keep up rather well. We won’t know for sure until we see him in action, though.”

Tenzo looked up and over, large eyes narrowing in suspicion. “No.”

The devilish grin Kakashi gave sent a chill down his spine, a thousand times more powerful now that it could be seen. “It’s a tradition.”

“Absolutely not, Senpai. Yugao still has nightmares, and she’s fifteen. Lord Hiruzen would kill you!”

“Us.”

“What?”

“Us. You don’t think I can pull this off on my own, do you?”

Tenzo drug his palm down the side of his face. “Kakashi…”

Clearly, this approach wasn’t working. Slyly, he reached out and grabbed Tenzo’s wrist, moving it away from his face. With his best puppy-dog eyes – which he’d long since perfected – he only had to say one word. “Please?”

Using both hands to cover his reddened face, Tenzo groaned, his head falling back against the wall in agony. “God, I hate you.”

“No, you don’t,” Kakashi retorted flatly as he thumbed through the rest of the file.

The standard-issue ANBU mask covered the dark circles under Tenzo’s eyes, much to his relief. He’d been kept up far too late while Kakashi made his plan, and his captain refused to let him doze off until he understood it thoroughly. By the time he was finally allowed to sleep, he’d managed to get in about four hours before Kakashi woke him by going about his morning routine. His senpai’s late-to-bed, early-to-rise habits were excruciating, but at least Kakashi decided to sleep that night rather than staying up until dawn.

If he was lucky, this would all be over soon, and he could get some much-needed rest. He stifled a yawn, refusing to show weakness around the rest of the team. Absentmindedly, he wondered if he could put down literal roots to keep himself standing.

To his displeasure, when Kakashi informed their teammates of his plan, they had all readily agreed. Even Yugao, who had suffered just a few months ago, gave her support. Ko and Yoji delighted in the ANBU tradition, and so Tenzo’s voice of protest was lost. All the same, there was a part of him that looked forward to it just as much as the others, even though he’d never admit it. He just wished he could hide it from Kakashi’s keen perception.

When their newest comrade stepped through the door, Tenzo wondered if he’d looked just as comical in his ANBU gear when he was that age. It fit Itachi, but the sight of the small, gaunt child in black ops armor was ironic. In his hand, he held a small mask, one he had no doubt just been issued. Impressively, the Uchiha carried himself without fear, facing his seniors like equals.

Kakashi stepped forward from the front of the group, removing his patterned ANBU mask. He held it in his left hand as he placed his hands on his hips, looking down at his new charge. He watched as Itachi followed propriety and bowed, introducing himself in a yet-unbroken voice. “My name is Itachi Uchiha.”

Only when he stood back up did Kakashi speak. “I’m your new captain, Kakashi. Welcome to Team Ro.” He placed his mask back on his face as he continued. “It’s a tradition here at the ANBU for new members to go on a mission with their team on the first day. Sink or swim, if you will. If you don’t think you can keep up, leave now.”

Itachi looked his captain in the eye, emotionless, and placed his mask on his face. Beneath his own, Kakashi smiled.

“Good. Yugao, brief him.”

The single woman of the group stepped forward, a map in her hands. She spread it out on the table and drew a gloved finger across the parchment as she spoke. “We’ve been assigned to stop a squad of Suna ninja from crossing the border. They seem to be a small group of scouts, but we can’t risk letting them get any information on our territory.” She looked up from the map to catch Itachi’s eye. “The third war might be over, but we can’t let our guard down.”

“Understood.” Itachi nodded, the perfect little soldier.

“Now that we have an even number, we can operate with pairs.” Kakashi began to gesture to members of the team. “Yugao, I want you with Itachi. You’ll be our sensory unit. Ko and Yogi, you’ll be the decoy team. Tenzo’s with me for acquisition.

Ko and Yogi, I want you to forge a straight path, passing the shrine. Tenzo and I will take a wide berth and block any retreat into the sand. Yugao and Itachi, you’ll come in from the side.”

“Got it!” the team chorused.

Yugao was pleasantly surprised by Itachi’s speed. Despite his small stature, he was able to keep her pace, never faltering. So far, so good. She didn’t say as much, withholding any praise until the end of the mission. It was common for new recruits to become overconfident, and overconfident ninja made mistakes.

There was a twinge on the edge of her consciousness, most likely emanating from foreign chakra. She held her path, giving Itachi less than a second to pick it up for himself. Really, she should have expected nothing less from one of Lord Hiruzen’s hand-picked agents.

“Here.” Itachi veered to the east without breaking his stride. He didn’t know what the strange chakra signature meant, but it was too foreign to belong to something of the forest. He’d been on enough scouting practice missions with his father to know he’d found something.

Yugao turned and headed in the same direction, pleased that he’d passed her test. Maybe the kid would make it to his next birthday, after all.

The sound of metal hitting metal reverberated through the trees. Yugao picked up two familiar chakra signatures – those of Ko and Yogi – as well as a muddled, concealed trace of someone trying to hide their presence. “Shit,” she swore under her breath. With a few powerful leaps, she put herself ahead of Itachi. “Keep close!” she ordered, unable to spare a glance over her shoulder to make sure he heard.

Itachi did as he was told. At this speed, it was more difficult for him to keep up, but as they moved, he sensed the skirmish as well. His new comrades were clearly in danger. Yugao remained in his line of vision as he pushed himself to go faster. Then, in an instant, she was gone.

The only sign of her was a flash of her purple hair as she somersaulted when her body hit the ground. Itachi dropped down, ricocheting himself from branch to branch along the ancient trees, earning himself a much softer landing. When his feet hit the ground, Yugao finished cinching the cloth bandage she’d wrapped around her forearm. He could see her blood, but it didn’t appear to be serious.

“Let’s go,” she ordered, her eyes scanning their surroundings. “They know we’re here. We need to get to Ko and Yogi.”

A kunai flew out of the forest and impaled itself in a tree trunk, millimeters from Itachi’s face. He rolled to dodge the attack, which was far from the last. He caught sight of a Suna nin hiding in the trees. From his black sunglasses and cloth-covered face, he seemed to also be a member of a black ops organization. Itachi’s hands flew as he formed familiar signs and took a deep breath; from his mouth erupted a ball of fire twice the size of his body in height alone.

The Suna ninja was forced out of hiding, right into Yugao’s trap. Her blade struck against the kunai in the Suna ninja’s right hand, which he held above his face. A swift kick to the abdomen knocked Yugao off her balance.

Itachi’s eyes spun red in anticipation, willing the enemy to meet his gaze. If he could only trap him in his genjutsu, they could farm him for information in a matter of seconds. However, luck was not on his side. In his moment of distraction, the enemy formed the hand signs for the Earth Flow Divide jutsu. A little too late, Itachi fled the ground beneath his feet. His fingers clung with desperation to the ledge in front of him, willing himself not to look down at the chasm awaiting his fall.

His small hands grabbed on to the thick tree roots, now exposed from the earth along the divide. It was enough to support the weight of a full-grown man, and Itachi pulled himself out with ease.

With a sickeningly wet sound, the Suna ninja jerked his kunai down and out of Yugao’s stomach. Her hands clutched desperately at the wound, but the blood pooling at her feet was already too much. She fell face-first into the grass, and Itachi’s shout was animalistic as he charged the enemy, ready to kill.

He was knocked to the ground, where he slid across the earth for several meters before coming to a stop. To his horror, a second ninja, dressed like the first, deposited two lifeless bodies at his companion’s feet.

In a voice like sandpaper, the second ninja taunted scornfully, “And then there was one. Should we let him run home with his tail between his legs?”

The first shook his head and rushed Itachi. The screeching noise that pierced Itachi’s ears was not, as he first thought, an auditory symptom of fear. In a streak of blue light, his captain jumped down, placing himself between Itachi and his attacker. With his lightning blade, Kakashi sent an electrical current through the kunai he caught with his bare hand. Instinctively, the Suna ninja dropped his weapon.

“Go!” Kakashi barked at his subordinate, who did as he was told.

Itachi ran past Tenzo, who threw up a protective wall of earth in his wake. He kept running, as fast as he could, but he wasn’t quick enough. A third Suna operative caught him with a sharp blow to the head, and he fell before his surroundings went black.

When he awoke, Itachi was greeted by darkness. His hands were bound behind his back, and he could feel the fabric of a blindfold against his forehead and cheekbones. He picked up Kakashi’s chakra nearby. It was faint, but it was there. He found reassurance in the fact that he wasn’t alone. “Captain?” he whispered, taking a risk.

A short, sharp hiss sounded to his right, a signal to remain silent.

The first Suna ninja’s hazy chakra entered the… wherever they were, and Itachi heard the sound of skin violently hitting against skin. He heard Kakashi spit and smelled iron. In the same, coarse voice, the ninja demanded, “I’ll ask you one more time. How did you track us?”

Kakashi growled deep in his chest, “I’d rather die.”

“You will, but not yet.” The menacing chakra moved in front of Itachi. “I want you to regret coming after us. You’re going to watch me kill the last kid on your squad before I leave you for the animals.” A fist lifted Itachi off the ground by the right strap of his armor.

He had to think fast. Itachi lifted his left shoulder and drug his face across it; once was all he needed. His red eye locked on to his attacker, who immediately let him go. Itachi maintained his genjutsu hold as he righted himself. The man screamed.

It was then that Itachi allowed himself to slip inside the nightmare. The Sand ninja hung limply from a cross. A single black crow cried out and landed on Itachi’s shoulder as he approached the man, his sharingan eyes cruel and calculating. With a swift flick of his wrist, he tore away the man’s cloth mask and glasses out of a desire to see the man who killed his teammates in his suffering.

Itachi staggered back in shock, the genjutsu broken. His captor fell to his knees, gasping for air. Itachi was enraged. In a voice too big for his small body, he snarled, “What the hell is going on here, Captain?!”

“Swear like that again, and we’ll have your mother wash out your mouth.” Yugao’s voice came from behind him, and he felt a kunai cut through his bindings. As soon as he was free, Itachi snatched off his blindfold.

In front of him sat Kakashi, who had removed his Suna garb, holding his head in his hands. The Kakashi to Itachi’s right went up in a cloud of smoke, leaving Tenzo in his place. So, it was a transformation jutsu. His body was shaking in anger when Ko and Yogi joined the rest of the squad. His eyes, still blazing red, narrowed. “Explain,” he ordered, as though they saw him as a threat.

Tenzo had rushed to Kakashi’s side, one hand on his back and the other on the front of his shoulder to steady him. He scolded his captain in a low tone, and words like ‘told you,’ ‘idiot,’ and ‘your ass’ reached Itachi’s ears. Kakashi lifted his head when his body recovered from the effects of the genjutsu.

“It’s an ANBU tradition to haze new recruits,” Kakashi explained. “We put Yugao through something similar when she joined, only she was forced to ‘kill’ Ko.”

“Shadow clone,” Ko added, trying to be helpful.

“I wasn’t expecting you to be able to use your sharingan,” Kakashi protested, almost pouting. “It seems like someone didn’t tie it tight enough.” His eyes flicked toward Tenzo.

“No. You know what? No. You hit me in the face. You actually hit me in the face.” Tenzo resisted the urge to smack Kakashi upside the head.

Itachi looked on, unamused. He was frustrated, angry, and relieved all at once. “Never,” he snarled, leveling each of his comrades with a look, “do something like that to me again.”

“Easy, kid. It’s a one-time-thing,” Yogi waved his hand. “You made it. You’re in.”

Kakashi smiled behind his mask. “Welcome to the ANBU, Uchiha.”

“Stop moving.” Kakashi grabbed the side of Tenzo’s head, trying to keep him still. He lifted the cotton ball to the cut on Tenzo’s cheek once more, and he flinched.

“It stings,” Tenzo complained. He clawed indignantly at Kakashi’s hand, which had taken a handful of his hair as an incentive to keep him in place.

“It’s worth it.”

“Easy for you to say, Jackass. I didn’t hit you.”

“I told you I’m sorry. I misjudged the distance.”

“Sure you did,” Tenzo snapped sarcastically. “Now let me go.”

Kakashi made a noise of disapproval, keeping his hold on him. “Not yet. Have to make sure it’s clean.”

Tenzo sighed, his patience wearing thin. “I don’t know why I put up with you.”

“There’s a list. Should I go chronologically or alphabetically?” Kakashi’s grip finally loosened, and he began to pack away the med kit which sat open on his kitchen table.

Tenzo got to his feet, radiating annoyance at Kakashi’s callousness. Without a word, he started for the door, but Kakashi caught him by the fabric of his shirt.

“Kakashi-”

“You said my name.”

“Yes.”

“You’re mad at me.”

“Yes.”

Silence fell as Tenzo waited for Kakashi to say something or let him go. He did neither for several seconds. Finally, he let go and trudged over to his bed, where he sat with his legs crossed and back against the wall. His eyes met Tenzo’s back as he spoke. “I didn’t listen to my voice of reason.” Another pause. “You were right.”

“I know.” Tenzo’s words were flat, but he had turned around.

Kakashi thought for a moment. “Would it make it even if I let you punch me in the face?” The look in his eyes showed he was serious. He was so far off the mark that Tenzo couldn’t keep himself from laughing. The white-haired ninja arched an eyebrow at his reaction.

“No, Senpai. I’m not that petty.”

“Oh, good. I was worried for a minute.”

“And Senpai?”

“Yes?”

“Next time, we use my plan.”

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