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gaysimpsstuff · 3 years

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Hawks With a Reader Who Tics

Genre: angst, fluffy fluff,

Reader Pronouns: none

Other: This is based off of my tics, which usually only occur when I’m super stressed, and they’re all pretty simple. Just slapping my thigh, making a clicking noise, and general neck wanting to not be on my shoulders. If you want something more generalized, or something more along the lines of Tourrete’s Syndrome I am more than happy to oblige. Also this is totally self-indulgent so if no one else relates to this that’s fine.

Warnings: mentions of past teasing, reader cries, tics, shitty parents, cursing burnt toast and burnt bacon (the food not Dabi)

Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @yuu-anon @poke-txts @combat-wombatus -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You had been going out with the Number Two hero Hawks for about two months now, and things were going great! No weird clicking noises or head-jerking or arms wanting to smack your thigh or random shouts of the word ‘yummy.’ You were beginning to think that maybe all your weird (an)tics had disapeared.

You’d never been more wrong.

Okay maybe you’ve been more wrong at times but still you were wrong.

All it took was one shitty day. Co-workers being assholes, Karens being Karens, but worst of all was a phone call full of bullshit from your parents. That was all it took for your body to start moving on its own. And not in the good way, the way that causes you to make weird clicking noises, jerk your head around like an owl, smack your thigh and repeat the word ‘yummy.’

Okay, you could deal with the clicking noise and the random yummy outbursts but all the more physical things? You really didn’t have the patience to deal with it. Which resulted in you leaving work early, complaining about being sick while masking as much as you possibly could to your boss.

And finally, you were home. And free to just let your tics do whatever the fuck they wanted until they wore themselves out. You hoped this wouldn’t be the type to last over a day, because that happened sometimes, and it was so annoying.

But you forgot something, something very important. You’d planned with your boyfriend to meet up and watch movies at your place. You were just lounging around half naked when you got the text that he was on his way.

“Fuck shit!” you rushed to get decent, knowing that all you could really do was put on a shirt, pants, and half-hazardly brush your hair before you heard the doorbell ring. “Alright Y/n you can do this.” you muttered. “It’s Hawks, he’s chill, you can stay calm and click still around him. Th- this’ll be easy! Suuper click click easy! And If you do tic, no problem he won’t hate you or make fun of you or break up with you! Just gotta go out there and face him, easy peasy... orIcouldrunawayandfakemydeathandlivemycottagecoredreamwithablindcatohhhyeahthatsoundssomucheasier*.” you shook your head (bad idea, you ended up hitting your chest really hard) and forced yourself out of the bathroom and to the front door, quickly ushering your boyfriend in.

“Baby bird! I haven’t seen you in person in forever!” he exclaimed. You sighed, looking up at him and immediately relaxing. Your boyfriend was so pretty, so kind, so perfect. Nothing could get in the way of a nice relaxing night.

“You saw me three days ago.” you deadpanned, holding back a click.

“It felt like forever!” he complained, walking in and shrugging his coat off. He was still in his hero costume, so he must’ve only just gotten off work. He folded his coat and put it on the little table next to the door, alongside his goggles and headphones.

“You aren’t injured?” you asked, checking his arms and face for scratches, then glancing at his wings to check their size. How many feathers had he used today?

“Baby don’t worry, I’m okay. Today was pretty chill. I only needed to use my wings for like- three things today. What about you? How was work?” you stiffened, praying you wouldn’t betray yourself.

“Eh it was okay.” you shrugged nonchalontly or however the fuck you spell it. Hawks raised an eyebrow at you.

“You know I can tell when you’re lying.” you gave him a forced smile, ignoring how your heart sped up.

“W-what are you talking about?” Stuttering. Of course you were stuttering. It wouldn’t take much longer before you simply couldn’t mask anymore.

“Dove, tell me what happened, I’m your boyfriend I want to help you-” he stopped talking when he saw how your hand was bouncing against your thigh, striking it hard.

“Fine- I’m I’m I’m F-fine fine!” you exclaimed, head jerking backwards. Hawks blinked in confusion.

“What was that?” his voice rose in concern. Tears were brimming in your eyes as you flinched away from his touch. You didn’t say anything, only grabbing the back of your neck to forcibly hold your head down. Even when you ticked you could just hold yourself back.

“Baby, talk to me, you’re worrying me.” Hawks took another step forward, and you just stepped backwards again, whimpering.

“N-no! No no!” you cried. Hawks stared at you with wide eyes, fearful. Suddenly he relaxed.

“Hey, it’s gonna be okay.” his tone was different this time, soothing, sweet, it was exactly the kind that would make you relax. “I’m here, I’m gonna help you. Can you move your hands for me, Babe?”

Slowly, your moved your hands away from your neck, immediately your head tried to dislocate itself, and a sharp stab of pain shot up your spine.

“OW!” Hawks opened his arms, still giving you a kind look.

“I know, I know it hurts.” he whispered. “Just come here, let me hold you.”

Hold you? When you were spazzing out like this? What if you hit him? What if you hurt him badly? What if he never wanted to see you again?” What if-

You ran into his arms, sobbing. You felt something soft tickle the back of your neck. A feather. He rubbed your back soothingly. Rocking the two of you back and forth as you cried against his chest.

“S-sorry! Sorrysorrysorry!” you yelped when your arm smacked his side.

“Shhhh shhh baby it’s okay.” He took your hand, gently moving it towards his face. Bad idea. You jerked your hand out of his grip, sniffling.

“Do-don’t do th-that- don’t do that. I’ll hu-hurt you. S-sorry.” he nodded.

“I understand.” he murmured, taking the two of you to the couch. He kept you close to him, feathers covering your body to try and help you relax. It was nice. He was warm and his voice was soft. You felt so... heavy. You closed your eyes, cuddling against him, close as you could possibly get before you finally fell asleep.

You slowly opened your eyes, the smell of bacon filling the air. You blinked a couple time, realizing you were in your bed. You sat up, groaning. Your neck felt so sore.

Click click

Ah, right. The tics were back. You thought back to yesterday, eyes widening as you remembered what happened. Hawks. He had come over hoping for a movie and cuddles, hoping for a break from taking care of people, and you’d ruined that with your stupid tic attack. How long had he stayed with you? Did he stay awake to make sure you didn’t tic in your sleep?

You ran out of your room, grateful you were still in your cozy movie party clothes. In the kitchen, Hawks had two plates on the counter, both with scrambled eggs and two slices of toast. Bacon was sizzling in the pan.

“Good morning, Dove! How are you feeling?” he asked, a soft yet tired smile on his face.

“Hawks! Hawks oh babe I am so so sorry about last night!” you exclaimed, your fingers twisted and curled around each other as you hoped to find comfort in the movement.

“Don’t be, it’s okay. I made breakfast, look! I may have burnt the toast but you’ll be fine with that, right? Baby?” he cocked his head to the side, noticing your expression.

“Y-you sure it’s okay?” you asked softly.

“Yeah! Was this the first time you had muscle spasms?” He sent a feather towards you, tickling your nose before circling around and rubbing at the back of your neck. You felt yourself on the brink of tears again at the soft gesture.

“No...” you murmured. “But I haven’t had them in a while I- I thought they were gone.” He nodded, humming.

“What triggers them?”

“Just- general anxiety and bad thoughts...” you mumbled.

“Alright. If you ever start ticking again, just call me. I’ll swoop in and help you. I’m pretty sure it’s hard to get stuff done when your body moves without you.” he flashed you a bright smile.

“Doesn’t it... weird you out?” you asked. “I could hurt you... I could accidentally break something I- I-”

“Baby.” you looked up at him. He took a step towards you, cupping your face into his hands and pressing a kiss to your lips. “I’m here for you. I care about you so I’m going to do everything in my power to make you feel comfortable. It’s my duty as hero, but more-so as your boyfriend.” you sniffled, nodding.

“Baby?”

“Yes, Dove?”

“You’re gonna burn the bacon.”

“SHIT!”

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*orIcouldrunawayandfakemydeathandlivemycottagecoredreamwithablindcatohhhyeahthatsoundssomucheasier

Translation: Or I could Just run away and fake my own death and live my cottage core dream with a blind cat ohhh yeah that sounds so much easier

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btswishes · 3 years

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Love me for who I am now

Bucky x Reader ( Chapter 5)

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Summary: You apply for the Stark internship and end up getting it, so now you have 5 months to make a good impression to continue working with the Avengers.

A/N: I hope the chapters are not too long with no action. Lets see how it goes from now on. I have no idea how long this might end up being, presumably not past 20 chapters. Sorry for any mistakes made, hope you enjoy it even a tiny bit.

Tag list: @vicmc624 @yasminwashere

Word count: 4,076

Warmings: fights, harsh language, not part of the original MCU

Y/N- Your name

Y/L/N- Your Last Name

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Three moons shined over your new room one after the other, observing its slow but sure change. A white canvas starting to turn into a personal expression of ownership and personality. Working with Dr. Banner was quite enjoyable. It was you two at first till Tony joined in, showing you little tricks that increased your productivity by 50%. Amazing what one could do with an experienced teacher. You got used to the gym, going on your own at this point. Anxiety now a part of the past. The first week in the compound felt like more than a month. Cups and mugs, kitchen and rooms, you memorized it all by heart – a surprise even to some of the Avengers still struggling with it. Your brain but a sponge for all important information.

Peeking inside your room, the sun gently warmed up your skin, awaking you to a missed call from Nea. Your fingers lazily, based on touch memory, rung her phone back.

“Why don’t you pick up when I call you?” she lectured you in the mic

“Because unlike your grand majesty vampire Nea, we mortals need sleep to function.” You murmured in a groggy tone “Maybe share your ambrosia with me next time.”

“They don’t offer super soldier serum energy drinks there?”

“No.” your voice sounded like two stones being grinded together. Palm rubbed over your eyes, leaning your body on that exact elbow seconds later “What do you want? It’s 6 fucking AM.”

“To have breakfast together grumpy.” Nea had a devilish tone, who knew what she was thinking in that pretty head of hers again.

“Now!?”

“No, no. At 9 maybe. Same place we usually go to.” It took a bit of convincing, but you ended up saying yes “See ya later sugar.” The beep following her voice made you throw the phone to the side and puff out, body falling back on the mattress. Your eyes shot open again a few cloud movements later, when you jumped off the bed and into the bathroom. Your gaze landed on the reflection, hair looking like you had an exciting night – wrong by a mile.

6AM or not, you couldn’t fall asleep anymore, so what was the next best thing? Getting training over while everyone was hopefully still sleeping. Less embarrassment when you miss the punching bag and face plant in it – again.

Workout clothes on your back, bag in hand and a big chug of water – off to the elevator for your exhausted self. Numbers appearing into the little screen one after the other, counting down the floors till you smelled that familiar cleaner. At this point it did the same job as a preworkout powder. Throwing the duffle bag on a bench, you dragged yourself around the gym - thrilled by the emptiness.

“Lovely.” Your voice rung out breathy with relieve. Some cardio later you began your usual workout program designed by yours truly the trio of demons - Nat, Steve and Bucky who in more than one way was the father of the shittiest things you had to do. What normal human being does upside-down crunches?

White chalk enveloped your fist in a cloud, as it made contact with the punching bag. The sheer force pushing back farther with each powerful blow. You huffed and puffed bearing the exhaustion starting to slowly drop and pile in your system. The little trickster in your head began hypnotizing you, making giving up or stopping now such a sweet idea, only one choice away. Yet if you didn’t finish up the daily routine you knew they would catch you and the penalty one was far from pleasant. Better the lesser evil than Satan himself.

“Glad to see you are not training your face for once.” The voice vibrated with an amused bass, conducted by the heavy boots shacking up the room with the same depth.

“Ha, ha.” Your skin made contact with the leather at the last word, taking the object off the chains in one clean swoop “Funny Sergeant. So much so I didn’t even laugh.” Fingers wrapped around your wrists as the punching-bag rested on the floor after its ceremonial thump, making sure there was no damage you could have missed with the lack of pain.

His eyes enveloped your arm, running over your shoulder and to your face, no thought behind his blue eyes. Almost like a force of habit to check for something. Even if his body frame was big you could never noticed him moving, which was scary at first. Bucky could be anywhere at anytime with no sign at all.

“What got you up this early?” he grabbed a second punching bag and threw it on the hook, filling the huge gym hall with the sound of metal hitting metal “Night…terrors?” the sentence came out like a small whisper, hoping you didn’t catch it.

“Nope si-“

“Do I make you uncomfortable?” your words stuck on top of your tongue, just shaking your head “ Then why don’t you use my name the same way you call Steve and Natasha?” your eyes looked at him for a moment, before grabbing the weights from the side and tying them up to your waistline. His head turned to the side, somehow making him feel stupid for letting such a thing leave his lips. A coldblooded soldier, scared of a request.

“I actually had a goodnight sleep, that is until my best friend called me at 6am.” Your body pushed off the floor, chains singing out, tapping on your thighs.

“I see.”

Palms firm on the bar, your neck crooked a bit to catch a glimpse of his sagging posture before refocusing in front.

“How did you sleep…- Bucky?” the blue color in his eyes twinkled with delight, maybe a hint of pleasure at how his name sounded coming out from your lips, with that sweet tone he seemed drawn to the past days. It felt almost like he longed to hear it again from decades ago.

“I slept.” His voice was colored with need to cover his lie with a coat of truth

“Doesn’t look-“ you pulled yourself up the bar “- like you did much of that. Trouble sleeping too?”

Bucky’s fist kept hitting the bag at the same speed you were doing pull ups close by. Two sounds, hand in had married to a familiar rhythm intertwined by silence. His grunts sending a chill down your neck, convulsing it back a bit. It felt almost like his fingers were inches from touching you skin, the area blazing.

“Ugh.” You whined out, his ear twitching in your direction. The thud followed your body walking past him to your bag “I will go take a shower seeing how it is 8 already. Time sure passes fast with you Bucky.” A giggle rung out tugging on a smile. His lips parted, but he gave himself an unaffected façade, even if his heart was doing leaps.

“I don’t talk much.”

“Well maybe if you actually slept more, you would.” Scolding and serious about health issues with this man child, had become a daily occurrence. Seeing how he didn’t even try to lay down. “See ya later.” You waved the back of your hand at him, walking away.

The showers in the compound were amazing. Everyone in the Avengers had their own one. Your shampoo and products were already resting inside waiting for you to jump in. It was a co-ed bathroom, but usually most of you guys had a different schedule so no encounters. Well maybe once or twice with Natasha, but it was fun aside from her teasing. The warm skin on your heel cooled down immediately after it made contact with the light navy tiles.

“Ohhh.” Your muscles made you spasm for a minute before adjusting to the temperature. Water running over your body, relaxing every bit of your strained figure, droplets gently massaging the pain from the inside out rhythmically. The stream pulled your hair down, elongating it with each pass over. You felt your arm lean onto the wall in front, just to enjoy the full effect of the radiating warmth, opening up your sinuses. Eyes slowly closing, taking you to a safe space, almost away from this world and back into another.

After what felt like an eternity of alone time in the gym, Bucky had stopped working out just standing there. He had no more motivation. Fist draped with the soft material of the towel, he made his way to the shared showers before his body froze. Running water caught him off guard, but what laid the finishing blow was the delicious smell of flowers and fruits filling up his senses. Usually faint to people, but he was enhanced – a gift on missions, a knife to his chest when it came to things like these. He took a deep breath, trying to swallow the forming lump in his throat. Bucky didn’t know why this was so difficult for him. He had been in here with others before, but nothing made his blood flow faster than right now.

“Bucky?” your voice shook him out of his daze, nowhere to run anymore.

“Yeah. Sorry I didn’t know you were still here.” Your face flushed red upon hearing him actually answer, for a second you thought it was just a random sound. His heavy footsteps echoed on purpose, almost like he wanted you to know where he was exactly, so you would feel less uncomfortable or frightened. Eyes shooting in the direction of your door, where he seemed to have stopped.

“Something wrong?” your voice pitched with his presence so close to your naked body

“My shower is next to Sam and Steve on the other end, but-“ he stopped opening the door to the one positioned right next to you. “ My name is right here.” It took you a minute to register what could have happened, before a forced laugh pushed out your throat

“Tony got bored I guess.” He always pulled stunts like this from what you saw and were told by others. Pepper made sure to warn you, but you didn’t think he would go this far. Then again, why were you nervous in the first place anyways? Who cares, right? You knew Bucky wouldn’t do anything, he was just a puppy with a scary outer shell. Or maybe you wanted something - a thought turning your eyes a bit dark, glazed over almost.

“I swear, he needs his ass beat.” Bucky growled which didn’t help your situation or thoughts “I will wait for you outside.” Pressing your lips together you held in a thought, that just couldn’t sit still. Its metaphorical fingers pried an escape open.

“It’s ok. I trust you, plus we are team mates Bucky. I don’t think it will always be a nice encounter for us if I started going on missions soon.”

Tense air, steam filling not only the room but also your mind. Damn it! You cursed at yourself, but that soon dissolved the moment you heard the click and water hitting the tiles. For a moment air couldn’t come out of you, only the humidity in the room running over both your bodies.

Gathering yourself together, the memory of your breakfast plans harnessed you into action. Your finger flicked the lid of the bottle open, pouring some onto your sponge. Cutting the water flow, you began rubbing it all over your body, bubbles forming a thin fabric like veil over your figure. Taking in the ambiance of the situation, you could smell that familiar scent that usually came off Bucky – almost relaxing you out of instinct.

“That is a nice shampoo you have there.” You spoke up. Bucky wasn’t a stranger, plus small talk could ease your nerves more. In your mind you were the only one feeling weird – far from the truth.

“It’s a body wash.” He said “I use it for both.”

“You can’t do that!” and just like that anxiety flew out of the window like it wasn’t here, in your chest at all “ That will dry your hair out!”

“It does the job. I don’t mind.”

“Well you should. I know it’s probably too much work for you, but you gotta put some care in yourself too Bucky. This is a terrorist attack to your scalp!”

“You seem very enthusiastic about this subject.” He laughed out, catching you of guard. He was having too much fun and you weren’t having any of it. Bucky should be taking you seriously. Pursing out your lips, the little devil on your shoulder crawled to your ear and whispered with an alluring voice. The corners of your lips curled up in the same evil smirk, as your fingers silently grabbed your mango ice cream with essential oils, shampoo. Tiptoeing over to the wall dividing you, you reached over pouring some on top of his head, while Bucky was busy explaining how it is a waste of time for him. Palm over your lips grasping your jaw, you tried to not let out even the smallest peep, no matter how much you wanted to bust out laughing – he would find out. The sergeant’s big hands rubbed the product into his long hair, before bringing his fingers to his nose and catching your snickering from the other side. A new found confidence started filling your blood circulation with adrenalin.

Bucky didn’t say anything, he used your lack of concentration to do exactly the same. It took you faster to figure it out, his shampoo already soaked up into your hair, roots and scalp.

“Barnes!” a hostile hiss parting your mouth, mad at his childish behavior even thought you were the one that started it in the first place.

“An eye for an eye doll.” You could practically feel him smirking. Switching the game on you, it wasn’t fun being on the receiving end.

“Did you peep on me!” he laughed out and denied , seeing how riled up you were – feeding his inner self

“Don’t let yourself fall prey to your primal instincts James.” This was the first time you used his first, real name. You wanted to tease him, he always acted like a kid so pushing his buttons wouldn’t be something too difficult to achieve. On the other side, fire lit up in his chest, flowing like lava all over his body, skin radiating waves off heat. Bucky’s eyes shot up almost over the wall, dark.

“Oh trust me doll, this wall isn’t high enough or strong enough if I truly wanted to take your figure in.” His palm hit the top of the only barrier between you two, proving his point. The tiles almost cracked under his pressure “If I wanted to I easily could.” Showing just how tall and massive he actually was. The water almost not hitting the floor could give you a good idea about his posture. The image of his back flexing in that pose intoxicated your mind, but you weren’t ready to give up the crown now.

“Don’t be ashamed Bucky. You lack a few years of experience sleeping through them. Happens, no one will put it against you.” Hitting him right in the manhood, low blow even if he was 100+ years.

“Say that after you have experienced me doll. 40s James couldn’t do to you the things super soldier me can.” Your voice hitched upon that whole sentence, the confidence in this man. You heard Steve joking about this from time to time, but coming directly from Bucky was a whole other thing. The shower felt like ages, when you stepped out wrapping the towel around yourself as tight as possible. Not taking your chance with meeting him you dashed towards the door, almost slipping.

“Careful doll face.” his right hand holding you by the waist, chest pressed into you. He had only one towel around his hips dangerously close to sliding off his hips and thick thighs. The water from his hair dripping onto your chest, fixed hungry gaze onto you. “Cat got your tongue? You were so talkative with that wall between us.” A light push and you found yourself back onto your feet and scrambling to get out to the lockers and to your room.

You didn’t want to give yourself a moment to process what happened, so you got dressed and ran off to your destination. Flying through the crowds almost, leaving the situation streets behind.

“Wow wow!” Nea’s hands flew up when your body jumped into the booth she saved for you two “What got you all riled up?”

“I am NOT!” strenuous notes hitting her right in the face.

“Ok…so not the case then. I already ordered your usual. Mind?” you shook your head, leaving your light green bag close to you, trying to calm down. “So.” Leaning onto the soft pads on her palms, Nea eyed you up and down feeling embarrassment oozing out “ Did you break something or someone?”

“No, No. Can you just, drop it?” mimicking her posture you threw your face in your hands, wishing to A) go back in time or B) just disappear from the face of the Earth.

“I was going to but...” pulling her body back, letting it lean on the chair, she scanned “Let me guess. You dressed up in less than 10min, ran here for the same amount of time AND.” Her nose found its way to your hair, making you jump back protectively “You smell like a man, not a boy. A man. Not to mention your red face.” Nea paused, letting you take in her wave of words “Grab a glass of water and let’s see if it will evaporate. Tssssss burning.”

“Your order.” A waitress rolled up with your food. Thanking her, you flashed a forced smile watching her walk away.

“Spill it! Who was it?” arrows were being shot at you. Nea was your best friend. If you didn’t tell her, who would you? After a lot of consideration you sighed, giving her the sign she needed to get ready for this.

An explanation later

“You got cocky.” Her arm taking in her weight on the table minutes after the whole story “ What does the agent even look like? Is he taller? I mean do you have an upper hand or something.”

“It was….Bucky.” you hid your face, waiting for the explosion. Not hearing anything pulled your eyes to her wide ones, mouth hanging almost to the table. With a light motion you closed it back up for her.

“The….the…WINTER SOLDIER!?”

“SHHHHH!” your body flung up, pressing both your hands to her mouth, almost stopping her air. Nea pushed you off, oxygen meeting her lungs before silence again. “Don’t yell!”

“Well I mean WHO WOULDN’T .” She noticed how uncomfortable you were about explaining “At least he smells really good. Is he as beefy as they say? Who is thicker him or Steve? What about Thor, heard he had a nice body too!”

“Calm down. I don’t wanna talk about other people like that.”

“Fine! Keep it to yourself then….” She eyed you, her posture sideways “How is the tower treating you? ” The topic changed to your daily lives and some tea about mutual friends. Breakfast was nice, quite refreshing to meet the city bustle compared to the Zen state of the compound. Nea knew exactly how to calm you down and get you back into your natural rhythm. After paying, you two made your way out the restaurant and back into the ensemble of random sounds.

“Any plan?”

“Hm?” Nea was throwing you a worried stare “About?”

“The situation with the sergeant. You will meet him at some point in there. Gym, hall, common room. You can’t evade him forever. What if you end up being paired up on a mission? Y/N, you are not the type to let stuff like these effect your job.” She was right. There was no way to hide forever. Being bold was what got you in this situation and it could be the answer to it again.

“You are right. If we end up being in a place alone, I will talk it out with him. Probs apologies for making him uncomfortable.” Rubbing the back of your neck you paired the motion with an uneasy, maybe slightly painful laugh.

“ There you go again!” Nea crossed her arms in front of her chest scoffing, letting them fall forcefully. “Going in your head. To me it sounded like he liked it AND teased you back. Don’t force people away like you usually do just because you THINK they don’t like you.” Her smile was soft, sweet like that of a mother giving advice to her hurt child.

“OK!” balling your fingers in a fist you rose them to the level of your chin – aura filled with enthusiasm “I got this!”

“You do!” this girl could hype a crocodile to fly and actually do it.

“What is wrong?” you waved your hand in front of her concentrated face behind you, seeing as how your words weren’t registering anymore

“Better do what you promised me ok?” her hand pushed you back slightly, before you felt an arm as strong as a bolder grab onto you, lifting you off in one swift move.

“TAKE GOOD CARE OF HER!” your best friend’s voice being left further and further away. The disruptive winds were pulling your hair back with the speed the car was drifting with, drying out even the smallest water droplet left. In a moment’s notice you got smuggled in through the big window, finding yourself sitting in someone’s lap.

“Congratulations on your first mission kid.” Steve was holding onto the car’s wheel like there was no tomorrow, driving with speed close to seeing God.

“What is going on!?”you began moving around, confused, catching the city and your freetime in the distance. Bucky’s hands pushed you down onto his lap, trying to stop you from falling out the window

“Tony called. Something out of nowhere popped up and he needs us.”

“Us?” you gasped at the blonde man, trying to calm your heart from the contact with Bucky

“Yup.” His thumb pointed at the back seat “Bruce made sure to pack the stuff we need so just sit down and enjoy the ride. Bucky is pretty comfy.” He threw you a wink.

“Can I go to the back at least?”

“No can do doll. We can’t stop the car.” Your now seat explained

Rage, confusion and who knows what else was stirring up in you, wanting to jab a punch in both the faces of the super soldiers. Tony too, he has been messing around a bit too much lately. Your back hit Bucky’s muscles when you leaned aggressively, pushing your arms to your chest as you blew a strand of hair out of your face. The whole situation pulled a light groan out of him, that didn’t go unnoticed to your shivering thighs.

“We will be there in a bit.” Steve grabbed the gearstick with the same aggression projected on the wheel, his knuckle turning white under the drip. There was no running away from this, first mission or not you at least wanted to know before hand, get briefed maybe. Your knee began jumping nervously. How bad could this actually be - sending 2 super soldiers and a bag of who knows what. If your metal dust was in there, shit was going to go down. Could you do it? Could you trust yourself enough to finish the job, not get yelled at….or die?

Bucky’s vibranium arm ran over your uneasy leg and gently rubbed circles into the fabric of the pants. Head leaning down to your ear, fingers moving the hair to expose the shell.

“It’s ok, just relax. Nothing will happen promise baby girl.” Warm air over your skin, yet calming in a weird way “I have been told that my lap is pretty comfortable by ladies. Just enjoy it.”

“James! Buchanan! Barnes! How! Can! You! Be! Pervery! Right! NOW!!!” a hit to his chest between each word, send a vibration through his body, the laugh coming out distorted. Steve threw a look your way, but didn’t say anything, keeping his thoughts behind those serious eyes of his. As he let his best friend get beat up. Whatever it was, this mission was not just a field trip and Cap knew.

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ombreecha · 5 years

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The Uchiha's Wife: Palimpsest of Semblance

FF.NET Fandom: Naruto Pairing: SasuSaku Rating: M Summary: This is a collection of content that was intended for The Uchiha's Wife but was either removed, improved, or didn't make the final cut. None of the content here will be in any particular order so it'll be posted with no real rhyme or reason. There will be a mountain of errors, and some twists and turns that originally were meant to occur but didn't. If I can remember what exactly I intended or what the thought was behind it's removal, etc I'll add notes to that. These will also be in varied length since they're sections of content not a full piece.A lot of you seemed interest in my original plans as I wrote this story out and I figure this would be a fun little thing for you guys to see and how much it's changed. None of this work is considered "canon" to the actual The Uchiha's Wife at this stage so everything you see here will probably never be referenced, used, or continued upon.

ORIGINALLY MEANT FOR CHAPTER 14 So originally we got the name of the OC Senju way early. I was originally intending to make this where he got a name, and he had a face to face with Sakura. This was also intended to be her first battle I guess you could say? I also thought to have her cut her long hair but after going back and forth decided not to cut her hair. Far too often I feel we run for the iconic moment in the Forest of Death, and this also didn't work for something I have on hold for way later in the story. While I do a lot of parallels I also try really hard not to do what's expected or obvious, and a lot of my friends such as beatoneheart, closetpoet7, etc. all agreed it was to cliche to go this way. I felt extremely dissatisfied with this outcome and scrapped this entire section. From the hair cut to the proverbial damsel in distress moment it just seemed too ridiculous honestly. Although at the time I was pretty excited about this, and really proud of it I found later when I took a step back this just wasn't the route I wanted to go haha.

This also started what I considered the possessive Sasuke moment I had for a while. I ran into a situation where mentally I had him in two completely different mind sets between chapters and sections considering this takes place after the trip to Konoha. At that time it became increasingly obvious I was writing two completely different Sauces and was another reason I went a head and scrapped this. I needed it to flow evenly and to come from a moment in which he's proud of her and wanting to understand her more to making him freakishly possessive out of left field just couldn't happen because I hadn't developed him in that way nor was it something I wanted. You'll notice it abruptly ends because I literally passed out in the middle of writing it and when I was able to come back I couldn't remember what the hell I was about to do next OTL

I replaced the OC Senju's name with random x's since he hasn't had his name thrown down yet in the main story but once we hit that I'll probably adjust it here.

The medic camp is infected with influenza. The symptoms are obvious—fever, aching bodies, chills, headache, cough, fatigue, congestion, and scratchy throats. The influenza has hit their camp hard, and progressed through all it touches. The season had not been kind with the down pour it had brought. The thunder that had only been but days before brought with it the coldest of rain. The drops soaked through all it touched chilling the air. Her best efforts to keep herself from falling prone to it’s grasp is but that of a cloth mask upon her nose, and mouth. The virus has already made its way into her system though—the rawness of her throat, dull headache, and ache that throbs within her every movement. She’s not as far gone as the injured shinobi who had come for healing after their last battle. The cries of the children as they shook within the blankets, and the choked breaths between coughs remind all around them that they are just that—children. The fingers that grab for those treating them ache and the fever that’s touched them brings tears down their face as the illness runs through their small bodies. The adults who have captured it let the groan fall from their mouths with the headache that pounds within their head. For every mixture of medicine she makes she reminds herself to drink two—she never does as there’s never enough to go around. There’s only the hope that she can pour a little more of her chakra into them after the medics have done their best to mend the physical wounds. Fingers grasp the ladle with care as she continues to stir yet another mixture of medicine.

Shisui had been kept from the camp with his task of continuing to gather the herbs she had listed. It had only taken a description, and what should grow around it. He continued to bring her what she needed. There’s concern for her own health as he too adorns the mask meant to keep the virus at bay. The headache dull within her head increases, and with it she can feel the continued throb within her ears.

Her teacher had made it clear when she had taken in medical ninjutsu—she would be the last to fall. The medic would always been the last to fall. They were meant to keep the front line moving, and they would not stop until treatment was complete. The medics throughout the camp followed her lead. All of them had gotten the virus but even within their ache, and even within their fever they worked to mend the broken bone, they worked to heal over the severed limb, they worked to disinfect the torn skin, and they worked to bring the sick comfort as they drank their medicine. They held the hand of the child that cried out within their fever, and they held the bucket as the adults let the contents of their stomach rise from their throats.

The heat from fire that heats her mixture is soothing and one that she praises mentally among her aches. Her fingers shake, and the stiffness of her neck is increasing. She’s going to lose the ability to turn her head soon—no, it’s best to think of what comes next. She cannot allow herself to think of her own aches, and pain. The shinobi in tent thirteen needed his next dose. These motions are habit she does not need to think into them as she seeks to bring the first dose from this mixture to the one in need. Entering the tent this male greets her with a groan and the mutter of pain.

His hand grasps her own gloved one as he struggles to sit up allowing the blanket to pool upon his lap. Battle had taken this man’s right eye, and broken his arm. His breathing is high within his fever, and the sweat that coats his hair and clothes is in the air. Her fingers press upon his arm and the exchange of the cup is given. She wants to utter encouragement. She wants to tell him his body will fight through the virus, and that it will get better. She cannot find it in her to do it though. He does not need her encouragement right now. He needs rest, and his body would continue to do all it could even within his weakened state.

The shift of the tents flap is barely heard—the pounding of her head within her ears is coming harsher, and more often.

“Shisui?” she’s calling her voice raspy.

The pause of the shinobi in front of her comes and the choke of his air follows—it’s all the warning she needs. Viridian widen, and her heart beats to a new rhythm. None within her care would come to harm—None. Sore muscles send spasms of pain as she grips the hand far closer than she had realized. There is nothing gentle about the way she twists their arm slamming their body upon the ground making the muddy earth shake and her patient shuffle off the bed in an effort to assist. Viridian glow dangerously as she lets out the sound of distress leave her lips. The pain shoots through her body but she’s far from done. She will protect this shinobi. He had fought hard, and he had sought safety within her—

Blood splatters the ground. Iron in the wind. Heat upon their skin. Sound fails to enter her ears.

There’s the scream she knows is coming from her mouth as she clambers to her feet. Mud cakes her and fingers gloved in dirty pull with far more force than necessary upon the mask to give her better oxygen flow. She’s charging forward with aches and pain abandoned within the destroyed tent dancing within the flames. A lift of her leg and down upon the earth it comes sending it shattering the ground before them.

Soundless. All of these things are soundless.

The high pitched noise that continues within her ear drums is all she can hear as she stumbles out of the way of a fist that had not taken her earth shattering display as a warning.

Senju, and Uzumaki alike are in every direction viridian dare to shift. The medics hardly a threat are being slain as they seek to protect their injured, and the injured are taken by their heads, and those capable fight back. They only needed to put distance between them. They could make a getaway with enough push.

The fist to her nose connects slamming her head back, and twisting her feet—they intend to kill her.

She would no longer be a victim of circumstance. War would not take her from the world of the living. Medics would not be the first to fall.

Her fists are slamming back and her viridian keep themselves upon every twitch of their body as blood spills from her nose. It only seeks to make her far less dainty—it seeks to make her all the more dangerous.

She had told her husband she had put her support in him. She would defend his men. She would defend his men’s children. She would defend them in all in her support. She will keep going, and going to see to their safety.

The crush of her knuckles comes and this enemy shinobi’s jaw cracks with the force. His body scrapes across the muddy crumbled earth skidding into the two who seek to assist in her death. Fingers curl—she will not be taken lightly. They will have to drag her to King Yan’s gates. They will have to make sure she cannot raise her head before the god of the underworld. The forceful whip of her neck sends the surge of pain through her head bringing sound once more to her ears. It’s terror, and it’s chaos. It is war.

The scream that echos in the chaos scratches against her throat as she goes to meet them half way. The fist that connects with her chest is harsh but the fist to their shoulder is even harsher. Viridian do not dare to leave them even within their strikes.

Evasion is top priority for a medic when in combat. The medical ninja should never be hit.

Blood flies from her mouth—sickness has made her sluggish. The second hit to her temple sends her sideways but the glow of her viridian will not be stopped. The Senju and Uzumaki spoke of the terror that came with eyes deep in rich reds. They spoke of the stilled heart beat that came from the eyes her husband wore. They would fear her viridian this time.

Her upon the ground is the leverage she needs to push her legs forward in an attempt to connect. The muscle within the hand that grabs it is enough warning to slam herself upon the ground. She cannot suffer a broken ankle. She cannot suffer damage to this degree. The crush of her body against the earth sends a tremor throughout the battlefield. The desperate air she seeks to taken in burns her lungs as she breaks into a fever from the increased strain on her body.

Rolling within the mud she’s managed to evade the attack meant for her heart. Hands come behind her allowing her to arch upon her back and flip to her feet. The shooting pain throughout her back, legs, and arms is just the influenza she reminds herself as she slams her fist upon their back crushing them within the mud and breaking a few ribs.

Oh—no, no, no—

Her rose colored strands are pulled sending her backward upon her bottom. The blood that paints her teeth come out within the pained lividity that decorates her face.

“Sakura-san, don’t fight. You will be fine.” this is a voice she had not heard in years, “The Uchiha dared to use you in such a manner.”

The footsteps that make their way before her send her viridian scaling upon this male that speaks so gentle with her. Every inch of him that she trails only seeks to make her viridian widen in their gaze. She knows this male well—she had healed him well before her marriage. He had been caring, and he had always been gentle. He had come to see her on more than one occasion between battles. He had tried to overawe her with flowers, and he had court her. She had turned him down every time.

“xxxxxx-san?” she response with a touch of uncertainty.

He’s bending before her brushing the pale rose-colored strands that stick to her face within her sweat away, “They will no longer force you to aid them—I’ll make sure your safe.” his malice for the Uchiha pours within the mention of them, but the smile upon his face remains gentle in speaking to her.

Viridian widen realizing the intended meaning and it’s before her words can make their way from her throat that her head feels lighter than before. The sound within her ears is the drag of a blade through strands of hair, and the scream of anguish from that who wrapped his fingers within her pale rose. No sooner she is removed from the ground she had been forced to sit upon. Her face is pressed within the chest of the one who sought to free her. Fingers curl within the cloth feeling her heartbeat against her chest.

“I’m sorry I’m late.” his voice is calm but there’s no missing the erratic heart that beats within his chest.

The feel of his fingers within her hair torn carelessly is calming as she pulls her face from him. She’s pulling from him and there’s no missing the red so deep and rich across his face, “Shisui.” she coughs from within her illness. He’s left her side within her call as she shakes within her need to bring herself from the earth. The ring of his blade clashing with another rings within her ears as she struggles to focus. The cough turns violent as she raises within shakes to her knees. Fingers curl upon her mouth staining her muddy gloved fingers in the coppery liquid that seeks to find its way from her chest. The swelling of her eye seeks to remind her of her aches and pains.

The violent cough has her spitting the blood upon the ground as tears sting within her eyes. There’s no stopping her gaze upon the strands of pale rose caked in mud, blood, and fingers of that who had dared to grasp them.

My hair has become far too long—I keep forgetting to cut it. Don’t. That which pounds in her ears is no longer the headache that beats within her temple. It’s heart that pounds within her ears sinks within her chest. There is no listening to the anguished cries of the male who had taken hold of her.

Sasuke-kun, it’s so long though. I like long hair on you.

He had liked long hair on her. He had asked her not to cut it.

Viridian shake as they come to the Uchiha who had come to protect her. There’s no telling what her husband will do when he sees her in shortened locks of hair. There’s no telling what her husband will do if he dares to see her so bloody, and bruised. This Senju had thought they had forced her to mend their injured, and heal their wounded. He had desired to take them from her husband and her acquired family in marriage.

She would go no where.

The Uchiha meant to protect her in her husband’s absence is thrown to her and her reaction time is still slowed as she seeks to dig her heels within the earth to steady them. Her fingers are glowing and their healing the wound across his chest that dares to bleed within her hands. She will heel the scar further when she has more time—right now she must move forward.

She’s none to gentle within her drop of her guard as she’s rushing forward to play the one who protects. The scream of her name comes and then it’s cut off within a choke. There’s no looking back. There’s no stopping what she’s doing as this male of chocolate locks, and tanned honey skin seeks to cut down the Uchiha. Feet skid within the earth as she brings her hands down upon one of the large broken pieces of earth. A forceful shove is what sends it heading for him, and she’s running straight behind as she forces her legs to move faster. The fever that had dared to come over her is only beaten by the blood that pumps through her veins as she keeps herself moving among the rubble that seeks to trip her.

A bend of her knees followed by hand signs come—she’s gone. Fingers curl as she pulls her fist back intending lethal harm to come to this man. There’s hope he hasn’t realized she’s coming from above him, and it’s as he shatters the earth she had shoved his way that the oxygen is lost from her lungs. The rope infused with metal has wrapped itself around her throat dragging her back upon the ground and knocking the air from her lungs. There’s the realization as she gazes upon the sky with viridian wide and tears fall down the sides of her face into her ear that her fingers that managed to make their way between her throat and the rope are broken. The blood that forces its way from her throat spills upon her face. Blurred vision over takes her but she refuses to fall within unconsciousness. Her neck is done—she’s pushed her body to far. She cannot turn to see what has become of Shisui. They’ve grabbed her by the cheongsam no longer recognizable in color between the blood, and mud that stains it.

They are harsh as they remove the rope from her throat and bind her hands behind her. There is suchc a lack of care as they throw her among those they have taken by force. Her air flow is but strangled puffs of air.

“Sakura-san, why would you fight us when we only seek to assist you from these monsters.” her vision is far to blurred to allow her the ability to see his face.

She does not need to see it to know his brows have risen in discomfort by her actions. She cannot even open her eyes as the pain, and ache fills her being, “They are. . .not monsters. I will stand—I will. . . stand. . . beside my family.”

“What have the done to you?” there’s no missing his heightened tone, and the anger that’s threatening to fall from him at her words.

“Don’t—hurt them.” she’s pleading as she’s desperate to open at least one of her eyes, “They’re. . . sick. . . They’re injured.” the cough that wracks her body is harsh spending spasms sharp, and jolting pain, “Please xxxxxx-san.” she’s begging within the tears that fall between her closed lids.

“I will fix what they’ve done to you. This is not you—You would never follow Uchiha. It’s his fault. This is his fault. We’ll. . . we’ll cure you of whatever that vile man has done to you.” he’s quick within his steps to press his hand upon her head running his thumb across her swollen eye with care.

“Don’t touch Sakura-sama.” the hiss of a child comes lunging forward within his restrains at who would dare touch this woman wed to one of their greatest shinobi.

“Remove your filthy hands from Sakura-sama.” another venomous tone fills the air barely caught within her declining consciousness.

“We said remove them—now!” Shisui’s voice is a raspy threat filled with lividity as he slams his head against this Senju who dare to touch that one he is meant to protect. It’s no sooner his head is slammed into the ground.

“Please don’t hurt them. I’m begging you!” she’s crying out upon hearing the Uchiha smashed within the earth, “Let me heal them—let me—”

The press of a body—it’s so small against her own, and so obviously one of the children shinobi—is against her side, and then the following of another—more adult—as they seek to keep her from this Senju so intent on obtaining her. They seek to comfort her within her fever and battle driven exhausted state.

“If you are to follow them then you are to be treated as they are.” there is nothing soft and gentle from him this time—it’s malicious and it’s holds absolute disdain. There is the forceful push of the child from her side, and then the hate filled shove of the adult that sought to protect her with their body. Fingers yank her by her pale rose-colored fringe pulling her head back against its wishes, “Tell me what they’ve done to you?”

A resounding hiss. A curse fills the air. The drip upon her skin. The forceful toss.

“You dare to bite me—” the cry of a child, and then there is the warmth that comes over her leg, “You nasty, vile, inhuman pest.”

Every word spoken in malice brings the sound of a choked cry, and every choked cry brings more of the warm liquid onto her leg—vomit is rising within her throat. The weight of the body that has been dropped upon her lap she is sure is a child. They’re small, and they’re warm—their blood is what’s covering her leg. The slow drag of her left eyelid comes to confirm her thoughts. Viridian drink in what what she can trying her best to fight through the blurred vision. It’s enough to make her entire being quake at seeing this child wide eyed and dead upon her lap.

This shinobi so small and so fragile had sought to protect her—they were all protecting her.

xxxxxx had called the Uchiha monsters. The Senju were no different.

No, none of them are monsters—this is war. Never forget this is war.

This man had been kind once. This man had smile so softly, and spoke in such gentle tones. This man had attempted to awe her with brightly colored flowers, and he had praised her with such wonder within his features. This man had spoken to her of his fears as she mended his flesh, and gave way to tears when his father had fallen in battle. She had seen him battered and broken, and she had gazed upon him within loss, and anquish. He had absolutely been kind—once upon a time.

This man was still possibly kind underneath what war had molded him into. He is no different then her husband, and yet it is so much easier to feel such hatred for what he’s done.

She does not know if she could forgive what she’s seen today. She does not know if she will ever see him the same way again. She does not know if she can ever accept what he’s done to them all.

He may be no different than her husband, but she knows she is blinded within her love.

She knows that her husband sits upon rules far different from what she applies to this man.

His heart sinks, and the beat it had held stops as he walks within the deserted battlefield once medical camp. The swallow he produces seeks to suffocating him, and the panic that washes through him has his eyes looking upon the rubble of tents and land. Fire long since put out still wafers through the air. There’s no missing the blood that paints every place his ebony seek. There’s no missing the dead bodies that litter the ground—Senju, Uzumaki, and Uchiha a like.

Heavyhearted doesn’t begin to explain was overwhelms him as he dares to step through this camp meant for healing, and mending. His team is right behind him following with slow even steps awaiting what he does next. The female of vibrant red shows the most hesitation as they pass a child who’s eyes remain wide with blood spilled from what he swears are finger holes within the small throat—the bruise that wraps around his throat is deep within blacks, and purples and makes it far to clear this child had been strangled as the enemy sank their fingers deep within their esophagus.

His feet feel weight down as he feels as though he can hear the screams of his brothers-in-arm fight until their last breath. These men, and children did not defect—they had stood their ground until they could stand no longer. They were overrun, and they were overwhelmed. The thunder within the sky threatens to wash the ground of the blood that soaks within it. The earth so shattered and torn is a sign she had fought—she too had stood her ground in what had come their way.

Pale rose coated in dirt and blood has him kneeling. Fingers reach out taking the weathered, and coarse strands within his fingers. He had held these strands not to long ago. He had found comfort within these strands forever long, and he had pressed them to his lips as he watched her sleep. His fingers dig deep within the dirt long since dried by the sun in the days that had passed this battle. There’s no missing the severed appendages that have made the strands turn brown within their blood loss. Ebony shift and there’s a heat upon him at seeing the Senju who lay dead not far from from where these strands once so exotic lay in such shredded fashion.

Karin can only press her fingers to mouth, and Suigetsu can only attempt to swallow the air threatening to choke him within his throat as they see what he has kneeled to touch.

“Sasuke-sama.” there is startle from the silent members who cannot fathom why their teammate of orange hued locks dares to speak in this moment.

Standing slowly he brings the locks within his hand. The thundering of his heart brings oxygen once more within his lungs. It burns and there’s the tightening of his jaw as he turns to those who follow him.

“Find them.” his command is lethal, and threatens to bring harm to any who dare to utter another word.

This woman had told him she would shoot down the nine suns herself if she so had too for his sake. She would protect the elixir of immortally and allow him to drink all of it. She would be the otherworldly archer, and the divine goddess of the moon. Her body did not lay among those that reek of death. The do not move from him at first. There’s hesitance in leaving his side. It’s not until his ebony leave the soiled pale pink strands and those ebony dye within deep rich red as the glow upon them that there’s the shift of their feet. He will not speak again.

There quick in removing themselves to shuffle among the remains of the fallen, and rubble of the destroyed tents, beds, supplies, and belongings.

The glow of his eyes fall upon the lifeless man who had dared to touch his wife. His fingers curl upon the strands soiled by battle as the force of his grasp makes him shake. This man had bleed out in his death. His death had not been what he deserved—he had deserved far worse.

His steps are strong and the press of his foot comes upon this man who cannot feel what he is about to do. He could only pray that this man would feel this within the depths of hell. The spring nymph had taught him not deep within her culture’s New Year of the gods they held faith within.

She had whispered of this deity who passed judgment upon the dead. His name is upon the tip of his tongue and it’s as he breathes in deep with his foot applying even more pressure to crush this man’s skull in that he recalls it. Yánwáng had been the name of this deity, and he would assist this diety in passing judgment upon this Senju.

He was a god of war—he was the chaos within the battlefield. He was an otherworldly being of destruction.

The pressure of his foot finally breaks through the skull driving into the organ that had seemed to fail him within life—if he had been smart he would have known better than to mess with the Uchiha.

His father’s words ring within the air. Never underestimate the Uchiha.

The choked call of his name has him whipping his head and finally releasing the strands once flowing from his wife’s head. He gazes upon the woman of vibrant red locks, “Juugo—he’s figuring out where they are.” the press of her hangs against her chest are the only thing that stands between him and possible harm.

He’s flashed beside her and walking with power radiating within each step he takes. There will be no stopping what he intends to do next. Her fingers shake in her grasp upon his sleeve, “Whatever happens next we need you out of that splint.” her voice is heightened within her fear.

Deep rich red trail across her face to slide down her throat. There’s no missing the way she twitches within his gaze and her fingers release the small cautious grasp of his sleeve. She’s pulling her sleeve up, and allowing the marks of teeth that mare her skin to show themselves within the daylight. Roughened tips run upon her arm and it’s the sink of his teeth within her skin that follows. He’s not gentle within his actions. His grip is tight upon her wrist, and he is none to gentle as he takes in her chakra.

He is but one of many who have marked her, and it’s as he feels he’s had enough that he removes his mouth from her shoving her arm back within her chest. There is no secondary look as he resumes his steps to the male speaking with a bird perched upon his finger.

“He says Sakura-sama is alive. The Senju have moved north. He will scout ahead as we move.” the nod he gives the bird is all the things he would expect from this gentle giant—his appearance is his most deceiving factor.

“We leave. Now.” he’s still commanding, and still leaving no room for questions.

There off once more. Kagami had asked for him to rest. He had told him that his exhaustion was evidently. He feels refreshed within his lividity at what he’s traveled upon. Once he had acquired those who had been taken—once he had acquired the ethereal being that was his wife—they would send to retrieve the bodies of those who had fallen. They would bury their dead as they always did, and they would silently mourn them as they headed back out onto the battlefield.

The sun that dared to light the sky has begun to seek rest as the moon sets to replace it. The air cools them as they run through the trees. There is no resting—the longer they took the farther they were. He would not allow them the pleasure of taking her farther from his grasp. He would now allow them to hold their people as spoils from the war.

His impatience is growing, and growing, and his frustration is showing, and showing. They keep going, and going, and it feels like forever within the night. He can only wonder if they will ever reach them.

The spark that had ignited within him is what drives him. The spark that had ignited within this new found malice is what make his legs carry him further and his jumps soar him farther. This is the fight he seeks to have.

That Senju had called him a coward.

That same Senju would now be the one to walk upon the rubble of his clan. He would show him what his clan had showed him. He would bring their tents down within flames. He would drop their shinobi down upon the ground as they begged for mercy. He would be merciless as he took their skulls within his hands. He would strangle the life out of the children who dared to fight against the Uchiha. Ebony would remember every injury, and every mark that was upon her milky skin. Ebony would engrave her war torn features within his mind and make sure to repay each of them for every ounce of harm that they had brought upon her.

He would gain vengeance for those that fought for them. He would get revenge for the children who lost their lives far too short within this war of ideologies. There would be no room for failure, and he would strike down any who defected—he would rip their heart from their chest as it still beats for betraying them all. He would remind everyone within this war who he was, and what he could bring down upon them.

They do not stop for rest, and they do not stop to put food within their mouths. The tick of time is all that he sees, and the distance they travel every second, every minute, and every hour is enough to keep him level headed within his impatience.

He had been brought terror in thinking of her as the Senju and Uzumaki towered over her. He had pictured her within his mind crawling away from them in desperation. He had once seen a medic of the Senju begging for mercy—that could have been her deep within the camp as they sought to harm her. Teeth display themselves from his lips as he remembers the way he had ripped the heart of that medic from her body. What was he to do if he came upon her lifeless? He had sought to protect her. He had wanted to keep her safe and away from the war that had already taken so much from her. The glow of those viridian could dull as she stood before her god of judgment within the land of the dead.

Is that not where love begins? The desire to keep one safely protected?

Desperation is within every step he makes—but was this love? Urgency is within his heart that threatens to burst with his overwhelming charge to fight—but was that love? Fear lingered within the corners of his mind—but had love begun?

He does not have the answer. He does not have the strength to solve that puzzle here and now. All he can do within this third day of chasing after them is continue the steps that come. They are tired, and their muscles ache with an entirely new burn. They had traveled farther, and yet they had always rested—they had always taken care as they moved closer to their enemy. He had desired to keep her protected—he had failed, but he would redeem himself here and now.

He would keep her safe beside him. They feared his name, and they would soon learn to fear her. She was more than title. She was more than a wife. She was so much more than that.

It’s as his teammate of orange colored locks stops upon the branch that sought to jump

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