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kusunogatari · 3 years
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[ Happy Holidays ] [ @uchiha-madara ​] [ Uchiha Madara, Suigin Ryū ] [ Verse: Make Ends Meet ] [ Alcohol ]
“So...any plans for the holidays?”
Shrugging out of her coat before taking her seat, Ryū pauses to give her companion a glance. Holiday plans…? “Well...no, nothing specific. Honestly I was just planning on staying home and...doing whatever it is I usually do.” Not exactly a practitioner of any main Winter holidays, Ryū herself doesn’t have much reason to celebrate. Add in that there’s no family to share it with, and friends are a scarce commodity, and she just...didn’t think to make any plans. “Why?”
“Just wondered if there was anything you’d like to do.” Already seated opposite her, Madara’s posture is lax as he watches her do the same. “I have a party or two I’m expected to attend, and I’m sure Izuna will want to do something...but otherwise I’m rather open for once. Which of course means I must first offer opportunities to you,” he finishes, giving her a hint of a smirk.
Her eyes give a subtle roll. “Well I wouldn’t be opposed,” is her reply, tucking a napkin over her lap politely. “Did you have anything in mind, or…?”
“Hm, not particularly. I’m not one much for holiday frivolities. That’s more Izuna’s speed, most of the time. But given I have additional company this year, I believed it would be polite to ask.”
“I might have to start calling you the Grinch,” Ryū gently teases, a smile curling her lips.
“I asked, didn’t I?”
“Yes, yes you did.” Her head tilts, thinking. In truth she has a little trouble thinking up what might be suitable. She’s always been a bit of a shut-in...what do people like to do this time of year? “I’ll...think it over. See if I can come up with something.”
“Very well. I’ll text you the days I’ve got something else scheduled. Though I suppose you could always come with me, if you’d like.”
Greys widen slightly in surprise. “Oh?”
“Why not?”
“Well, I...I don’t know.” She’s still getting used to this whole...arrangement, after all. It’s been a few weeks, and while she’s gotten acquainted and accustomed to Madara’s presence, him wanting to be seen much in her company still takes her by surprise. Part of her still sees his position as far above her own. Being invited to stand at that level - even if only temporarily - is just a little unexpected yet. “Would it be okay…?”
“I think I’m hardly disqualified from bringing a date,” Madara replies, taking a sip of his water as they await a server. “And there’s scarcely anyone else I’ve any mind to bring.”
That brings a sheepish tinge of pink to her cheeks. “Well...all right then.”
“Perfect. We’ll have to find you something to wear.”
“But -?!”
“Is that not part of our agreement?” Mouth hidden behind his glass, she can nonetheless tell he’s smirking at her. “Monetary exchanges can also be purchased items of equal or greater value.”
The color in her face darkens. He’s...not wrong. But him bringing up the finer details of their arrangement always makes her feel...awkward. She agreed to it. Understands it. And yet…
“I guess there’s little use in trying to tell you no,” is her mumbled concession, glancing aside as he chuckles.
“Then it’s settled. We can scope out a shop or two after we eat, hm?”
Her subtle reply is a nod.
As has quickly become a tradition, the pair of them are out for what Madara affectionately calls a ‘date’. Given their arrangement, Ryū can’t help but feel like the title is a little...misused. While there’s certainly a well-established mutual attraction between them, the contract they signed after those first meetings seems to nag at her like a collar around the neck. A weight that reminds her that - at least to some degree - this isn’t as genuine as it could be without that tricky little document.
...and yet, she finds it hard to complain. She enjoyed her job well enough, but freedom from it isn’t exactly something to sneeze at, either. Rather than a club of patrons, she only has one party she’s responsible for now: Madara. Her bills are paid, her worries all but dashed. And so far, there haven’t been any snags. Beyond her own self-consciousness, it’s actually been...rather nice.
So, she tries to put that thought aside, for now. Instead, between snippets of conversation, she attempts to plan out something for the pair of them to do.
“I think maybe, for your new gown, we should look for something red.”
Ryū’s eyes can’t help but widen slightly as they stroll along a sidewalk after lunch, arm in arm toward a shop Madara knows. “Red? Why?”
“It’s a holiday color, and I’d much prefer it over green,” he replies blithely. “We could do white, but you seem to dress it in so often already. A change of pace might be good for you, hm?”
“It just seems a little, uh…”
A brow perks, waiting for an explanation.
“...bold,” she decides to offer, looking sheepish.
“I’ll have my date be nothing but,” is his retort, given with a smirk. “How am I to attend a party unless you’re the centerpiece of every room we walk in?”
“But -?!”
“You’re too modest,” Madara cuts in, not allowing her to argue. “You deserve to be fawned over, admired. Besides, I’ll not refuse the boost to my own ego.”
Ryū threatens to pout.
“I’m jesting. At least, in part.” Reaching the proper door, he holds it open for her, following her in as warm air meets their faces. “Now...let’s get you outfitted.”
She lets him take the lead, unable to help balking a bit at the grandeur. Before meeting him, she’d never even bother stepping into a shop like this. But anymore, it’s becoming her new normal. Yet she finds herself unable to fully adjust, even now.
Browsing with a critical eye, Madara eventually finds two gowns to loop over his arm, heading toward the fitting rooms for her to try them. “Whichever you prefer. The rest, I think, aren’t quite suitable for what we’re aiming for.”
Unable to argue, Ryū accepts them and heads into the changing stall. Well...here goes nothing.
The first is a knee length, form-fitting gown with a split up one side to her hip. A rather daring neckline plunges down and makes her blush. She’d...rather it be a little more prudish if she can help it. Still, she emerges to get Madara’s opinion.
“Hm...I like it.” Eyes move up and down her form openly, earning a bit more color in her face. “But let’s see the other.”
His second pick is, admittedly, more her style. This one sweeps the floor, the skirt long and flowing as she moves. A white sash ties in the waist. And as it’s strapless, it hugs above her bust, leaving far less to the imagination than the first one.
Immediately, she can tell he agrees. His gaze alights as she steps out. “There...perfect. What do you think?”
“It’s more my speed,” is her smile-tinged reply.
“Then it’s yours. Let’s get it all paid for, and I’ll let you go for the evening. I’ll find the invitation at home and text you the details. Otherwise, you need to think of our own little escapade, hm?”
“Mhm!” She’s been mulling it over while modeling, and a few ideas are starting to come to mind. Whether or not they’ll work is another question, but...they’ll have to start somewhere.
Madara sees her brought home, Ryū hanging the gown along her bedroom door, visible through its clear bag.
...it is really pretty, but...she’s never worn anything so...so bright in her life. Madara’s right: she’ll certainly draw eyes in it. She might not be certain that’s a good thing, but...no turning back now. So instead, she settles atop her bed to do some reconnaissance for her ideas on her phone, scribbling notes in a little notebook she keeps by her bed. A while later she gets Madara’s text.
So the party is Christmas Eve, Thursday. Six o’clock. Agreeable?
She looses a small snort and replies, Not sure I have much choice at this point, do I?
I’d like to at least give you the illusion. May I pick you up at five-thirty?
Sure! I’ll be ready to go by then.
Have you planned out our own day?
Maybe~ Any preferred date, or…?
Anything but Christmas or its eve. Izuna lays claim to one, and the party the other. Otherwise I’m at your disposal: simply say the word.
A smile curls her lips. How about the Saturday after?
Perfect. And what is on our agenda?
Ryū adjusts her position atop her bed. Well...I thought we could try some ice skating in the morning. I’ve never been, but I want to learn! Then maybe retreat to your place for cheesy holiday movies and cocoa…?
It’s dripping with clichés, but I can agree to that. I can sit through bad movies for your sake.
Then it’s settled!
Brilliant.
With that arranged and an excited smile on her face, Ryū powers down her mobile and continues about her evening before calling a night, and crawling cozily into bed.
The week that follows crawls by at a snail’s pace. Both looking forward to and yet dreading the coming days (if only because she’s nervous), Ryū finds herself checking clocks often. At times they barely seem to move, and at others she feels she’s been flung into the future. The duality leaves her feeling on edge for most of the days preceding.
And then, it’s Thursday.
Unsure how much time she’ll need, Ryū starts getting ready...far earlier than she really needs to. A shower sees her all tidied up, drying and carefully styling her hair. The mess of waves is usually just that: a mess. But some product and attention sees them turned to ribbons of ringlets down her back, bangs carefully coiffed over her brow. Then on slips the dress, and a few tiny highlights of makeup. A hint of blush is, at first, all she wants to bother with. But after a very heated internal debate, she opens a tube of lipstick she’s never dared to touch: bright cherry red.
At first, the sight of it makes her balk. It’s so...loud! But then her eyes adjust. And she...takes out a barely-used eyeshadow pallet. Dusts a little red along her eyelids. Dares to add a little dark eyeliner.
In the end, she has a bit of trouble recognizing herself, but...it actually looks...good?
Huh.
And then she...has an hour to kill. Well, better to be ready early than scrambling as he knocks on the door. Ryū takes to lounging in her sitting space, absently browsing her phone: the best way to kill time. Forty-five minutes later, she gets a warning text: he’s almost there.
Her heart crawls up her throat, threatening to break out through her teeth when he later knocks.
No backing out, now.
A few moments to steel her nerves, she then pulls open the door.
Madara looks...well, perfect as always. A midnight black suit is perfectly tailored, the vest beneath and the tie over his chest both a deep crimson. The petals of a red rose peek out of a button hole, and he looks back from fiddling with it to her.
Her gut clenches.
...and to her surprise, he freezes.
“...is it that bad?” she jokes, flashing a nervous smile.
A moment longer, and then he seems to reboot. WIth a blink, he replies, “I’ve half a mind to demand you replace your entire wardrobe with red.”
To match, her cheeks flare with color.
“You look stunning,” Madara then adds, regaining his composure fully and offering a hand, which she takes. “But enough of my ogling: we’d best be off.”
Apartment locked, Ryū finds herself whisked to the car, a short ride across town finding them at a rather lavish home along one of the city’s hills. Modern and sleek, it seems to tower over her, as if knowing she doesn’t belong.
“We won’t have to stay long,” Madara then offers, breaking her thoughts. “Just make an appearance, say we were here, rub a few elbows.”
“...but -?”
“As much as I like free food and liquor, I’d rather not eat up my entire evening.” He doesn’t look at her, but she wonders if he knows she’s a bit...overwhelmed.
“...all right.”
There’s a bit of a wait to get in, other guests lined up at the door and talking in murmurs. Ryū, for the most part, just focuses on not looking as nervous as she feels. A few passersby do give her rather obvious looks, and she can’t really stop the heat that builds in her cheeks every time.
“Told you you’d be a centerpiece,” Madara teases, chuckling at her flustered mumbling.
Inside is only more crowded, food and wine everywhere. The home, like something out of a magazine, is decorated perfectly with white lights, tinsel, ornaments, and other trappings. A two-story tree stands in the middle of the open space of the house’s belly, gleaming with decorations.
Ryū doesn’t even have any lights up in her apartment…
“A bit gaudy, isn’t it?”
“I think it’s beautiful,” is her quiet reply, looking it all over.
“All for show. Which I suppose isn’t a bad thing, just..frivolous.”
“Most beauty is.”
“Mm...not all.”
That earns him a hint of a look, laughing softly as he tows her around by the arm. A few people stop to talk, Ryū mostly listening. Seems Madara knows his share of the guests, but Ryū doesn’t recognize anyone. Not that she expected to.
“Love your dress,” one woman randomly compliments, catching her off-guard.
“O-oh...thank you! It -”
“Suits her perfectly,” Madara cuts in. “I think red really is her color.”
Trying not to balk at the attention, Ryū just lets the subject lie. There’s little winning that war, anyway.
Two hours later, feet starting to get sore and her social meter just about run dry, Ryū says a silent prayer of thanks when Madara declares the outing over. A glass or two of champagne has her a little warm, and all in all she just wants to get home and off her feet.
“Thank you for your patience,” he offers as they reenter the car.
“No, it was fun! A little...out of my usual league, but I liked it.”
“Careful, I might invite you to more of them.”
“Just remind me to wear flat shoes, next time.”
By the time they get back to her building, she’s nearly dozing. Only once Madara drops her off at her door does she dare to kick off her heels, wincing a bit as she stands flat.
“Oof…”
Her fridge provides leftover Chinese food, her form flopping unceremoniously atop her couch. A buzz of her mobile then shows a text from Madara.
Thank you again for accompanying me.
Ryū can’t help a tired smile. Thank YOU for taking me. See you Saturday <3
The next morning, Ryū feels oddly...empty.
She’s never really celebrated Christmas. The few foster homes she’d been in had done so, but...it had felt rather disconnected. They hadn’t been true family, so a holiday so based in your loved ones and giving never felt quite right. It’s never really bothered her before.
And yet…
Her thoughts are broken by a knock at the door. She blinks. She’s...not expecting anyone. Or anything. What is…?
A peek through her door shows a delivery man. And in his arms is the most ridiculous bundle of red roses she’s ever seen in her life.
“Wha-?!”
“A delivery for you, ma’am!”
Speechless, Ryū just...stands aside, letting him in to set the arrangement on her little kitchen table. “...uh…?”
“There’s a card attached for you,” is the only additional explanation she gets before being left to her devices.
...this has Madara written all over it. And a peek at the card confirms as much.
Red really is your color. Consider this a final thank you, and a gift for the holiday. -Madara
...but she hasn’t gotten him anything!
The flowers are so numerous, they practically dwarf her table. Well...so much for sitting here for the next...while. But her real conundrum is what on earth she’s going to do to repay him! There really isn’t time to get him anything...and in all honesty the short notice leaves her unsure what to get him, anyway.
...maybe…
Unsure what else to do, Ryū instead busies herself in the kitchen. Flowers won’t last forever, so...she’ll gift him something in a similar vein: food!
A few hours later, she has several different batches of cookies made, the variety all bundled up into a basket she has on hand. Doing it all up in a bow, there’s a curt nod of satisfaction.
Perfect!
To her phone she then goes to text Madara a thank you (now...several hours later) only to see an email that makes her heart sink.
...well, drat.
Hey! You know you didn’t have to get me flowers, but...they’re beautiful, thank you. Hope you know that means payback, though :P But I have bad news: the skating rink is closed tomorrow. Something about frozen pipes. Ironic, huh? Should we just have the movie day instead, then?
She pouts at her phone. There are probably other rinks, but...it seems a bit short notice to change things now. And maybe she just wants a quiet day, all things considered.
Flowers are always appropriate. As for tomorrow, I’m perfectly fine with keeping things simple. Shall we adjust the time a bit later in the day?
Sure, sounds perfect. See you then!
Well...time to munch extra cookies and whittle away the evening.
Noon the next day, Ryū stands on Madara’s doorstep, kicking some snow from her boots and knocking, basket on her arm.
When it opens, he looks first to her face, and then to the cookies. “...are you trying to make me fat?”
“Maybe,” is her teasing reply, stepping in and removing her shoes. “How was your Christmas?”
“Perfectly adequate. Izuna was here, along with a good bottle of wine. He’ll be upset to know he missed the cookies.”
“You could always save him some.”
“I could,” he admits, taking the basket toward the kitchen. “But I won’t.”
“So cruel!”
“It’s what elder brothers are for.” Instead, he goes so far as to snap a pic and tease Izuna via text. “...oh yes, he’s fuming.”
Ryū just laughs.
“Go pick us a movie, and I’ll get on that cocoa. I’m sure Netflix is full of cheesy holiday films.”
“Roger that.” Browsing the selection, she grins at a certain find. Oh yes, this is perfect.
“Make a decision?” Madara asks a few minutes later, ferrying a tray complete with cocoa, some of the cookies, and popcorn.
“I think so.” She cozies herself up beside him once he sits, the movie beginning to play. But it’s not anything live-action. Oh no...this is How the Grinch Stole Christmas.
“...you did this on purpose,” he accuses.
Her only reply is a grin.
And so, they sit and watch as the Grinch bemoans the holiday before hatching his plan, elaborating stealing it away only to find regret, and restore all he stole.
“I don’t remember this being so short,” Ryū pouts as it finishes.
“Hm, nor do I.”
“Ooh, that one next!” She points at the screen, where Rudolph is recommended.
“Are you going to plague me all day with children’s movies?”
“Aww, but they’re classics!”
Exaggeratedly rolling his eyes, Madara nevertheless queues up the next film.
The entire afternoon passes as thus, the pair of them getting through a handful of Christmas movies before he finally calls it quits.
“Shall we do dinner?”
“You’re hungry after all those cookies?” is Ryū’s disbelieving counter question.
“Who’s fault is that?”
“I didn’t make you eat them!”
“And yet you would be offended if I didn’t.”
To her chagrin, it seems he already had the meal plotted anyway despite not covering it in their plans. So Ryū sits to a crab dinner, giving Madara a look. “...you’re spoiling me.”
“As is my current primary want in life. Get used to it.”
By the meal's end, she’s thoroughly stuffed and content.
“So, how would you rate your day?” he asks from across the table.
She hums. “...nine.”
“...only nine?”
“We didn’t get to go ice skating.”
That earns a snort. “...maybe next time. For now, you’d best head home if you’re going to. Of course you’re free to stay if you’d like. Up to you.”
Ryū’s head gives a thoughtful tilt. In truth she doesn’t have any obligations tomorrow. “...I won’t be in the way?”
“Not at all. My schedule is wide open. We can do the cheesy thing and sleep late, have breakfast...whatever seems agreeable to you.”
“You know, you can make some of the decisions sometimes,” is her reply, smiling.
“I make plenty of decisions in my day to day. So I’ll leave at least some of them up to you.”
“...well all right then. I’ll stay.”
That gets him to smile. “Perfect. Now...how about some wine? And it looks like it’s beginning to snow, if you’d like to step out and watch some.”
Ryū perks up. “Sure!”
Pouring two glasses, Madara makes for a rear door that leads to a balcony. “...ah…”
“Forget something?”
“It seems I did.” Hands full with their drinks, he instead gives an indicative glance upward to a plant hanging above the door.
Mistletoe.
In spite of herself, Ryū flushes pink. “...you did that on purpose.”
“Was my acting not convincing?”
She doesn’t answer, lips pursing.
“Don’t want to break traditions now, do we?”
Despite her efforts to fight it, Ryū finds herself losing to the urge to smile, sighing in defeat. “...I guess not.” Stepping up a bit closer, there’s a flicker of her eyes from his, to his lips, and back before obliging, slow and smooth.
Only once they part does Madara add, “I suppose that means we’ll have to do it again when we come back in.”
“Very clever.”
“Thank you.” Handing her her glass, Madara toasts them before offering, “Happy holidays, Ryū.”
“...happy holidays, Madara. The best I’ve had in a long time.”
“Then I’ll have to try even harder next year.”
She just laughs, sipping her wine as the snow begins to flurry. “Y’know...I think today is a ten now.”
“The only score I’ll accept.”
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     Well, almost a month after the actual g.iveaway, I’ve finally got all the gifts done :’D The other two are on the art sideblog, @sylveradrake​ if you want to see them! But this is the one written request I got, which was a drabble for Phoenix of our muses!      I’ll admit I’m a little rusty writing this verse, hahaha - so hopefully it still came out all right. Borrowed an idea from a friend to make this sort of a Wintery-themed piece, as is appropriate given the time of year here in the northern hemisphere lol. And torturing Madara with Christmas movies was an opportunity I couldn’t pass up x3      Anywho, I hope you enjoyed it Phoenix, and apologies for the wait. Here’s our dorks being holiday cuties, haha~
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sylveradrake · 3 years
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     [ A (very long overdue) gift for @i-minato-chan​ of our beans Minato and Ryū being adorable little goobers. How did Minato scrape his knee? No idea. But Ryū isn’t going to let him live it down, if that smile says anything :3c Dinky background is dinky but...I’m still learning those kjhdfgh
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     And a still png as per usual. Hope this brightens your day just a little, Chris. It was super fun to draw and I need to do more soon! ]
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365daysofsasuhina · 4 years
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[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Three Hundred: It’s Futile ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata, Suigin Ryū ] [ SasuHina ] [ Gun, vulgarity ] [ Verse: Oil and Blood ] [ AO3 Link ]
“Sir, please...I need you to calm d-”
“Y-you don’t understand! This thing, it’s...it’s killing me! Since the model is outdated, my insurance won’t cover it...a-and I can’t afford to have it replaced! And fixing something this old...no one’ll do it, let alone have the parts. And it’ll cost me too much! Please...there’s gotta be something you can do!”
Head in her hands as she tries to think, Hinata mutes herself while she heaves a gusty sigh. How many times a day does she hear stories like this…? It’s all part of her job, she has to numb herself to it, and yet...it eats at her. Every time she has to turn someone down for help, it kills her a little more inside. What she wouldn’t give to find a new job, but they’re so scarce…
“...sir,” she then offers, reenabling her communication mod. As she does, furtive glances side to side show her colleagues busy with calls of their own...and their floor manager is nowhere in sight. Cupping a hand over her ear, she makes to act as if she’s simply leaning her head into her palm.
But as she does, a new transmission - text-based - begins sending alongside the call.
“I’m so sorry, but your policy is...is clear. There’s nothing I can do. If your model is outdated and no longer within the service pool, it cannot be w-worked on and be covered. You’ll have to have it replaced.”
Via text, she sends him, I know an underground biotech who can help. Meet me, and we can see her together to get something figured out. Her high-paying clients help cover those like you. Don’t reply to this text until after five o’clock to give me your answer. She then adds coordinates and a time for a meeting.
There’s a long pause as he clearly goes over her message. “I...I understand. Thank you for your time, miss. I’ll...I’ll think over my options and see what I can do.”
“All right then, sir. I hope you have a good rest of your day.”
“...I’ll try.”
Letting the call end, Hinata sits back in her chair with a heavy sigh. Oh, if only she could do that for everyone…! But this particular client is suffering from a mod that aids in regulating his heart rate. It could literally kill him if it doesn’t get fixed, and soon. Someone with a loose elbow socket or a cosmetic mod that keeps turning their hair green is not as needing of care. Her underground contact will be able to help him...if he agrees to meet. There’s a risk on all sides, after all...this is very, very illegal.
...but it’s also a matter of life or death.
Technically Hinata can’t arrange any of it until she’s off the clock. Sending that text was risky - she has a relay scrambler to help cover her tracks while she’s connected to the company’s network, but she only uses it when absolutely necessary as not to gain attention to herself. If she were caught going through back doors to help clients that would otherwise be denied their claims? Not only would she lose her job, she’d end up in jail. The government takes mod regulation very, very seriously.
...Hinata knows that well, as both the daughter of a mod mogul, and being someone who’s worked in mod claims for several years now. Few are aware of the ins and outs - and the corruption - of the industry more than her.
She originally got this job hoping she’d be able to help people. Her father’s greed and bowing to the governmental contracts meant a great deal of suffering. Surely companies like the one she found herself working for after her father disowned her would help remedy it, right?
Ha...wrong. They don’t exist to help people...they exist to extort people. And though Hinata does her little bits of good when she can...overall, she’s hardly making a dent.
Hence taking opportunities like this when she can. Any small difference in the grand scheme might be a huge impact one just one life. And for her...for now...that’s enough.
...just like when she hauled that Uchiha out of the litter and took him to the same doctor she’ll be taking this man to, if all goes well.
Which reminds her...this might be a good way to get his debt repaid…! Then she won’t have to worry about him randomly showing up like he did a few days ago, trying to get her to assign him a task to relieve the debt. He’d agreed to serve as a makeshift bodyguard the next time she arranged a meeting like this. It’s perfect…!
She doubts anything will go wrong - it hasn’t yet. But either way, they’ll be out of each other’s hair.
So when her shift ends and she’s cut off from the company network, she steps outside and has her communicator mod dial him.
“Talk.”
Unable to help a small jump at the blunt answer, she stutters, “I-I, um...this is Hinata. Uchiha-san…?”
“I know it’s you.”
“Oh...well, I just wanted to forewarn you, I might have an upcoming job for you. To...to settle the debt?”
“Perfect. Just send me the details and I’ll be there.”
“All right...thank you.”
“Mm.”
The line then goes dead, and she decides to head to her meeting place. She has about twenty minutes - plenty of time. If he shows, she’ll take him to the doc. If not...well, she did all she could. She can hardly force him. Until she knows, however, there’s no point in calling Sasuke in case the man doesn’t show.
The time comes...and then goes. Deciding to wait, Hinata pretends to scroll through her feed along her palm, not wanting to look suspicious.
Ten minutes after the designated time, she’s almost ready to leave when a man walks up beside her.
“H...Hyūga-san…?”
“That’s me. You must be Ito-san?”
“Yes...you - you said you could help me?”
“I can take you to someone who can,” Hinata offers, giving him a small smile. “But we have to be careful...if you would, I’d like to call a...friend of mine to go with us. Just to make sure we’re safe.”
“Oh...are they trustworthy?”
“...yes. It won’t take him long to get here, I just need to call.” Dialing hands-free, Hinata hears Sasuke answer before offering, “Can you make it to my location?”
“Lucky for you, I’m a block away. Had a feeling it would be soon.”
“Thank you.” Disconnecting, Hinata gives the patient another brief smile. “Just a minute, sir.”
When Sasuke approaches, however, Ito goes white as a sheet. “I-is he…?”
“A friend,” Hinata insists, giving Sasuke a look. “It’s not too far, so he won’t be with us long. As I said, it’s just to make sure we arrive safely.”
“...right…” Tone faint, Ito follows as Hinata leads the way toward the doc’s shop, who she sends a mentally-dictated text to forewarning of their arrival.
Got it. I’ll be ready for you in ten.
Rounding the last corner, Hinata can’t help a small gasp as someone suddenly lifts an arm, barring her path as the limb rests at eye level. Ito, beside her, also goes stock still as, from every shadow outside the clinic, men begin to appear.
“Well, well...look who showed up. This the one?”
Nearby, a sunken-eyed man looks Hinata over. “...yeah. That’s her. That’s the one I saw talkin’ to the Uchiha the other day.”
Ohhh shit.
“...p-please sir, I...I have a client that needs -”
“I don’t care about your client, sweetheart,” one of the other yakuza offers, lazily letting his bat rest over his shoulder. “The Uchiha. Where is he?”
“...I-I…” Is he not behind them…? Did he see the ambush coming and bolt?
“I know you two’re in cahoots. So, you tell me where he is...and I don’t gotta bust your kneecaps. Sound like a d-?”
Like a cord-pulled machine, the man suddenly goes slack, crumbling to the alley floor. There’s a moment of shock, and Hinata uses it to drag Ito back around the corner as gunfire rings out.
“O-oh gods...oh gods…!”
“Please, just stay calm!”
“M-my chest...I-I can’t…!”
Panic mounting, Hinata tries to glance around to the chaos. She doesn’t see Sasuke: only the half a dozen goons firing wildly at a ghost.
“Get out here, bastard!” one calls. “It’s futile! I don’t give a shit what mods you have, you’re not takin’ down all of us!”
“Wanna bet?”
In what looks like a flicker, Sasuke stands beside him, pistol to the man’s head before it goes off with a muffled bang. The firestorm starts all over, Hinata flinching back from the sounds. Ito, in the interim, doesn’t look good...she has to get him to the clinic...!
With a roar, an engine flares to life, and a hoverbike screams out from the building toward them. Whipping around, the doc shouts, “GET ON!”
Hefting Ito into the sidecar, Hinata sits behind the doctor, who - for now - circles around the block to buy time.
“What’s going on?”
“I-I don’t know!”
“What about the patient?”
“F...faulty, outdated pacemaker mod. It’s been giving him pain, and I think he might be having a heart attack from the stress!”
Ducking into another alley, Ryū powers down the engine, tossing a piece of tech to the sideroad mouth. An image flickers to life, a hologram hiding their presence as it displays an empty alleyway.
“Let me see.”
Moving out of the way, Hinata lets her work, watching nervously as she attempts to save his life.
This is not what she had in mind…!
By now, police sirens are blaring, and the stimuli are almost making her head swim. Leaning against a building for stability, Hinata does her best to stay calm. But all she can do is worry about Ito, and Sasuke…
…is he still alive? Has he been arrested? If he was...it’s all her fault...she dragged him into -
“Gotcha!”
Crying out, Hinata finds herself lifted by an arm around the throat, pulled out past the hologram and tossed into a van. Doors quickly slam shut, and tires squeal.
“You chose the wrong side in this little turf war, missy,” one of the gangsters offers.
Struggling to breathe in her panic, she can still make out the leaf tattoo along the man’s neck.
...Senju.
Oh gods.
As they fly from the scene, Hinata can’t help but recall the doctor’s words: about helping so many Uchiha. If they found her...will they…? And Sasuke...is he still alive? He...he must be. Why else would they take her? She doesn’t know anything or anyone else!
...or maybe they think she does.
Either way...things just went from bad to worse.
                                                                  .oOo.
     More cyberpunk AU! And uh...things got a little messy :'D Here Hinata thought she'd be getting out of a problem, and now...well, quite clearly, she's got an even BIGGER problem! Fun!      I really really REALLY like this verse xD I've even been writing a liiittle bit of it with my OC, too (the doc in this mini series) over on my other account...and I wanna do more! But hopefully I'll have a good prompt soon to do more here, cuz...well, cliffhanger! Sorry xD      Anyway, it's SUPER late and I'm falling asleep on my keyboard, so I better go lol - thanks for reading!
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[ Northbound ] [ @yukaikokoro ] [ Hatake Kakashi, Suigin Ryū, Kottakawa Kumiko ] [ Verse: Divine Light ]
Hearing that they’re headed back to the frigid north brings about two feelings in Kakashi. One being elation: he hasn’t been able to see Kumiko in person for weeks. Obito’s proposed portal system is still in the works, and other ‘points of interest’ they want to connect are still debating whether or not to enact the passages. Frustrating, but...one can’t rush politics.
The other is dread.
While it’s true the most current chosen disciple of Glaciris is doing her best to make change...the ice and snow of the north are slow to thaw. The soil isn’t the only thing that remains frozen. He already got a taste of northern ‘hospitality’ during their journey to find the stolen lux mage that now makes her way up of her own volition. Kakashi has to admit, he’s not eager to experience it again.
But, the former point outweighs the latter...or, a least he hopes it will.
This time around, it’s just the pair of them traveling. And despite Ryū’s suggestion that Suigin take them, the berech refuses. One flight on Raziya was enough to tell him he’s really not fond of flying. So, the pair of them take tamer mounts: that being their horses. Kakashi’s bay gelding keeps stride with Ryū’s dappled grey mare, the pair of them keeping hoods over their heads. Thankfully the weather has held - it’s cold, and a little windy, but a far cry from the blizzard he and Kumiko endured.
The roads are largely empty - they take the main path this time, and trade caravans stick largely to another route. Given how few travelers the north gets, they encounter almost no one...and most that they do are leaving.
“It would seem little has changed these past weeks,” his charge notes quietly.
“Winter never does like to give way to Spring.”
By afternoon they finally reach the capital city gates. Pale stone forms the bulk of the architecture, rounded to best let the frigid winds slip between structures. Banners flutter stiffly in the wind, too frozen to properly ripple. People dressed in furs and thick textiles give them curious glances...and a few seem to glower.
Neither of them pay their hosts any mind - it’s not these people they’ve come to see, after all. Instead, the pair make their way through the city toward the northernmost point, where the robust Glacirian castle stands. Unlike Meridiem, what with its reaching spires and parapets, Boralis’ royal quarters are more grounded: two stories at its tallest, sprawling to cover more ground rather than go skyward.
They stop at yet another gate, guards demanding their documentation. It’s something Kakashi finds ridiculous: how many lux mages are there, and how many berech with mismatched eyes? But he doesn’t voice his disdain, instead going through quietly as they’re given leave.
They’re met at the door by another set of guards, their mounts led to the stables as they make their way inside. The snow-like stone only echoes the cold atmosphere of the place, decorations made mostly in deep blues and silvers. Kakashi can’t help but note there’s an unnerving amount of armed personnel. Likely something Kumiko’s father ordered - some kind of display of might, if he had to guess.
Ryū makes no note of it, passing them by without a glance. Thankfully it’s not a long walk to the main hall, and they come upon Kumiko speaking with what looks to be a captain. As Kakashi suspected, her hardened expression and terse tone seem to hint that she’s unhappy with the situation, but she turns to them at the sound of approaching footsteps. A forced smile brightens her features.
“It seems our guests have survived the frozen wilds!” she greets, and Kakashi can’t help a perk of his brow at her falsely-cheer lilt. “I’m sure you’re weary - we’ll retreat to my study for the time being.”
The other pair exchange a subtle glance before nodding. Silence reigns until Kumiko shuts a heavy door behind them. Immediately, all pretense of her expression fades to a scowl.
“Have I no control over my own staff?” she growls, striding tersely across the room to sit at her desk, a hand gesturing curtly for them to take their seats. “I tire of my father usurping my orders ‘in my best interest’. I apologize for your crude welcome - I meant to head the greeting at the gate, but was...waylaid.”
“It’s no trouble - we prepared for as much,” Ryū assures her, giving a wry smile.
“I, at least, had an inkling what we were in for.” Kakashi can’t help but match her dry humor. “We know what was going on...and who we’re actually here to see. Don’t worry yourself over it.”
“If this were the only circumstances, I wouldn’t,” Kumiko replies. “Ever since our disagreement upon my passage through to look for you,” she nods to Ryū, “my father has only grown all the more irritable and closed-off. He’s acting like a child who’s lost their favorite toy. I think it’s finally clear I’ve no intention to follow so closely in his footsteps.” Elbows brace atop the desk’s surface, palms catching her brow. “...the final straw was when I told him about my contact with Glaciris. He refuses to believe me. Claims I’m lying to try and buffer my image over his.”
While Ryū’s brow furrows sharply, Kakashi just rolls his eyes. “What?! He’d dare deny -!”
“He wasn’t there to witness it,” Kakashi cuts in with a glance. “...technically no one really was. I was unconscious, and though the caravan saw it from a distance, the Embrace faded as they got close. Only one person claimed to know what it was.”
The lux mage lifts a lip in a snarl. “What reason does Kumiko have to lie?”
“My father and I have butted heads on the direction to take our lands for some time now,” Kumiko replies, tone weary. “Our lands were one of the few least affected by the Rift. Survival this far north without ven is nigh on impossible, so those without it relied on us...or left. It only deepened the feelings of animosity for outsiders here. As our element is cold, so are we, to a point. Glaciris’ lands have remained in el’ven hands throughout the times of the wars with the el’tahl, and then after most el’ven took to hiding. We’ve remained unchanged, and it’s let us fester. My father wishes to continue on this way, and I do not. Times are changing. If we don’t, we’ll only get left further behind.”
A hand gestures. “He is the main reason we still have not formally agreed to the portal system. Why, beyond trade, we see so little travel between our land and the others. And even then, he argues allowing traders is still too open a border. Some of my people have come to disagree with him and side with my call for moving forward...but not all. Not even most. Our slow approach to things may have saved us in the past...but it’s going to be the end of us in the future.”
“...is that why you called us here?”
“Partly. I wish to try to negotiate with him, but I doubt much will come of it.” Kumiko’s arms fold, and she practically pouts. “...mostly I wanted show I wouldn’t obey his suggestion of distancing ourselves from the other lands, and the renewed Summit. So I brought its unofficial leaders here, instead.”
There’s a pause...and then they all break out into laughter as the tension breaks.
“I’m sorry,” Ryū offers in sympathy, wiping at an eye. “I know you’ve been so frustrated, and I can’t blame you. If only we could get Glaciris themselves involved, he’d change his tune.”
The glacial mage snorts. “Oh, a lot of things would change.”
“I do wonder if we’ll hear from them more after all that trouble with Madara and Tenebreos...true, the Rift brought great imbalance, but that was something else entirely.” Ryū’s head cocks. “...maybe we will hear from the Elementals more. If things get out of hand enough, at least.”
“I’d rather not have to go hunting for you all over the continent again,” Kakashi deadpans.
“Oh gods, no. But maybe -”
A knock sounds at the door, and the three of them glance over. “...yes?” Kumiko asks.
The entry opens, and a young woman sticks her head through, looking a little flustered. “There’s...there’s a man here for the Luxerian mage, milady.”
They all blink. “...a man?”
“A right frightful one, ma’am.”
Another pause, and then something seems to click. Ryū’s expression falls flat. “...I’d best to attend to this…” She stands and mutters something unheard under her breath, the door closing behind her.
Kumiko gives Kakashi a confused look. “...what was that?”
“That, I’m willing to bet, was Obito looking for his ward. He is her bodyguard while on probation, after all.”
“Did you not tell him you were leaving?”
“Oh, we did. He said he’d be fine. Apparently he underestimated his patience.”
After a beat, she largely fails to withhold a snort. “...I see.”
Kakashi can’t help a wry grin. “To be fair, he was stuck with her for quite some time...and she is also one of the few things he knows from both his time under Madara, and afterward. I think it’s made him a bit clingy.”
Kumiko chuckles with a slow shake of her head. “Just a bit.” Giving him a coy look, she adds, “They weren’t the only ones stuck together all that time, you know.”
“...true.” He softens, ever so slightly. “But we’re now about a half a continent away, sadly.”
“Yet another reason to get the portal system up and running…” There’s a sigh. “...I suppose for now, I can suffice with a visit. With your charge busy, maybe we can take a little walk...just the two of us?”
“The two of us, and all the guards spaced ten feet apart.”
She groans. “Don’t remind me.”
“Not to worry - I’m very good at ignoring guards,” Kakashi assures he as he stands, offering an arm she takes with a perked brow.
“...what is that supposed to mean…?”
“Well, sometimes...in order to slay a monster, you have to jump over a few private manor walls…”
“...okay, you have to tell me more about that one.”
“Who says it was just one?”
     ...I dunno what this is xD Kakashi pays Kumiko a visit in Boralis, and...stuff’s still a lil unsteady politically because why wouldn’t it be, lol      I’m still lacking a lot in regards to the various elemental cultures...and even then it’s gonna vary cuz of pocket populations and the like, so most of what this is is literally winged as I went. Hopefully it makes sense xD Though I DID come up with the Luxerian capital, Meridiem. It means glow and is one of the least ridiculous-sounding Latin words relating to light, haha! So now we have two capitals named out of...twelve. Welp.      Anyway, it’s a lil short cuz honestly a month straight of drabbles still has me rather burnt out, but...hopefully it was still a good read ;w; Kakashi has a lot of...interesting stories to tell from his years rogue as a hunter. Trespassing on nobles is probably one of his least trouble-inducing tales, honestly. He could write a book if he had the patience, but I think DL-Kakashi would find that rather boring, so he’ll just retell them verbally (and maybe do some slight embellishing).
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sylveradrake-a · 6 years
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     GUYS. GUYS. I’M SO PROUD OF THIS. This is, by far, the most complex anim I’ve EVER done. It’s super simple (and the background is so lame lol) BUT LOOK. LOOK AT ALL THE MOVEMENT AND FRAMES. 40 HECKIN’ FRAMES. I CRY.      ANYWAY. Technically this is from a drabble I have...yet to write, part of a series I’ve been doing for @abyssaldespair to help her power through studies x3 It’s an alternate timeline for this ship that I AM TOTALLY ADDICTED TO WRITING. And I just...decided I wanted to try and animate it out of the blue this afternoon. And I’m actually super proud of myself and how much I put into it, and how quickly! Only took me a few hours start to finish!      So uh...yeah! I hope y’all like it! Maybe I’ll try something else like this sometime soon, but for now I am all anim’d out xD
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kusunokihime · 3 years
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[ Light vs Dark ]
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You tend 90.67% more toward the light triad than the dark triad. You are 61.6% lighter than the average person.
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                                                             [ @masshirohebi​ ]
                                                                   𝕩     𝕩     𝕩                                                                    𝕩     𝕩     𝕩                                                                    𝕩     𝕩     𝕩
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This is my contribution to Day 1: Pirates, it’s @sylviesanctum‘s OC SuiginG Ryuu with Itachi Uchiha as a pirate couple :D
-Mod Ghostie!
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kusunokihime-mobile · 4 years
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Sugin Ryū
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INFO
Full Name: Suigin Ryū Age: 20-22 (default, varies by verse) Date of Birth: October 15th Ethnicity: Native of Hi no Kuni Orientation: Panromantic / Demisexual Gender: Cisgender Female Residence: Konoha; Kusunokizan Occupation: Regenerative surgeon in Konoha Hospital Kekkei Genkai: White Hands of Healing, River of Vitality Chakra Natures: Yin; Yang; Yin/Yang Blood Type: A- Location associations: Hi no Kuni; Konoha; Kusunokizan Team: N/A Rank: Sage
BIOGRAPHY
Ryū was born in a village in mountainous northeast Hi no Kuni known as Kusunokizan, wherein her clan was based. The clan, with the surname Suigin, had always been focused around medical ninjutsu and defensive barriers: a peaceful clan with no shinobi training. When the village was attacked when Ryū was only four by Iwa rebels, she remained the only survivor, found later by Hi no Kuni ANBU cleaning up the bodies.
Taken to Konoha, she was deemed unfit for adoption due to her kekkei genkai (the village wanting to keep her isolated as a ‘valuable resource’). When it came time to join the Academy, she refused, insisting to be trained solely at the hospital to hone her medical ninjutsu. The council relented, giving her private lessons for the basics in her village-assigned quarters when not training under other medics.
By age twelve, she was certified as a full-fledged medic after completing the necessary exams. Joining the staff full-time, she worked diligently to continue her work and further her training as she was able.
When Tsunade returned to Konoha, the Sannin admitted to recognizing Ryū as the daughter of someone she knew briefly before the girl’s birth. Given a new interest in her roots, Ryū put in a request to revisit her home village, wanting closure about her past. When she arrived, she found the ruins of her village, but also the singular dragon sage, Suigin, that had called the mountains home for centuries, and was the source of her line’s prestige. Desperate to further her training and learn more about her past, she decided to stay in the ruins of her home to receive the training she would have had, had the village never been destroyed…including her sennin state, barriers, and powerful medical ninjutsu.
She remained in Kusunokizan for nearly three years, returning shortly before Naruto when her teacher heard from the other sage, Gamabunta, that great change was coming over the land. Feeling she would be needed, she decided to return to the village to lend aid however she could. With fully-mastered medical ninjutsu and sage arts, she is a force to be reckoned with, comparable to Tsunade with her healing prowess, and capable of mighty defense with her barriers. Though she has no combat training, she can hold off most shinobi with her defensive techniques, never resorting to violence, but able to hold her own nonetheless.
PERSONALITY
Ryū is a rather muted individual, usually presenting as shy, quiet, and polite. She always uses honorifics unless previously asked not to, or if she has a very close, personal relationship where they are not needed. Caring and maternal, she abhors violence and confrontation, playing peacekeeper in volatile situations. She can be stubborn, especially when defending her beliefs and morals. Though she is usually level-headed, certain topics or situations can get a rise out of her temper, which is steely and cold (though it can be more fiery if she is physically confronted, or during other personal circumstances). If a loved one or innocent is threatened, she will not hesitate to face a foe to do what she can to protect them.
APPEARANCE
Ryū has white, wavy hair that falls to her mid-back (she usually wears it up in a high tail with framing locks around her cheeks and a tapered fringe while working - otherwise, it’s worn down), fair skin, and grey eyes. Her body shape is hourglass, with a C-/D chest. She stands at approximately 170 cm. Blood type is A. Birthday is October 15. She usually wears clothes in greyscale colors, with separate sleeves and a coat of her own design, alongside standard dark shirts and pants. A small pack is attached to her right leg, and carries medical supplies. She wears open-toed/open-heeled dark-grey boots that reach just below her knee. After completing her sage training and returning to Konoha, she had a tattoo of her clan crest put on her left shoulder blade, in order to always take a piece of home with her wherever she goes. It's simple black ink, about the size of a deck of playing cards.
STATS
NINJUTSU      5/5
TAIJUTSU     3/5
GENJUTSU     1/5
INTELLIGENCE     3/5
STRENGTH      2/5
SPEED     2/5
STAMINA     2/5
SEALS     3/5
TOTAL     21/40
VERSES
White Hands of Healing
Main canon verse. Leaving Ryū a virtual stranger to any other characters, this verse sees her as a blank slate for interactions and forming new bonds with muses. In this verse she's in the same age group as Itachi by default, but it can be adjusted as necessary. An orphan from the third shinobi war, she's taken back to Konoha and raised there to become a medic to make use of her bloodline. She eventually becomes a top-tier healer and sage after learning under her family's teacher, and otherwise lives out her days in Konoha. She has an optional child in this verse, Reika II, for next gen interactions.
Into the Abyss
Secondary canon verse. When Ryū and Obito have a chance meeting during the timeskip, it leads to a whirlwind romance that - though shallow at first - soon grows in both affection and danger. After the war, Obito survives, and after their share of struggles, they have a family of their own: a son, Reiji. But as happy and loving as the family is, the stigma against Obito remains... Ryū is three years younger than Obito in this verse.
What Remains
Secondary canon verse. Jiraiya, returning after the Kyūbi's rampage, discovers his daughter Ryū in Konoha. Deciding to stay, he takes her in and fulfills his role as Naruto's godfather, raising the pair of them as his own. Ryū later befriends Uchiha Itachi, the pair becoming childhood sweethearts. When Itachi later becomes Hokage as a peace deal with Konoha, the pair decide to get married and have a daughter, Usagi. Ryū is Itachi's age in this verse.
Ryū no Ryokan
Secondary canon verse. Ryū returns to her home village after the fourth war, and with Konoha's help, repairs the village and turns it into a mountain retreat for both wealthy guests and long-term patients from any land. She runs it alongside her master Suigin, finding giving her home new purpose and returning at last. Ryū is 22+ in this verse, but it can be adjusted.
Wild Child
Secondary canon verse. Ryū, the last survivor of Kusunokizan, isn't rescued by Konoha, and instead is raised by the dragon sage Suigin. Practically feral, she lives more as a dragon than a human up in the mountain peaks. Age can vary.
A Life Anew
Secondary canon verse. Ryū is taken from Konoha by her uncle, Ao, wanting to protect her from the world of shinobi. But the pair are later discovered by Jiraiya. Despite their bad blood, the men decide to use their common concern for Ryū to help raise her together outside Konoha. Ryū is Itachi's age in this verse.
A Light Amongst Shadows
Secondary canon verse. In this verse Ryū is the same age as Shisui (headcanoned as eight years older than Naruto). Mostly follows canon up to 699 - Ryū is found by Uchiha Manami, Shisui's mother, and the two children grow up as friends. After his apparent suicide, and later the massacre of the clan, Ryū steps up and helps raise Sasuke. She's lightly involved in other canon matters, and when Shisui is revealed to be alive after the war, they bond again and eventually marry and have a family. But not everyone is happy more Uchiha are alive...
Best Years of Your Life
A modern AU typically revolving around high school or college years. Kept vague for plotting! Age can vary.
Catch 'Em All
Pokémon verse. Ryū, having been raised by Hiruzen (Mr. Fuji) in Lavender Town, helps him take care of orphaned pokémon. But when the threat of Team Rocket looms, he has her take all of them to Fuchsia to be released into the Safari Zone reserve out of their reach. Armed only with her bonded pokémon, a shiny Dratini, she makes the journey alone, eventually becoming part of the staff and helping manage the park and protect its pokémon. Her team eventually consists of her Dragonair, Chansey, Charizard, Kingdra, Gyrados, and Rapidash. Age can vary.
Divine Light
Fantasy verse - based on original lore but can be adapted for more general fantasy threads. Ryū is a Lux el'ven, or light elf: one of the last of her kind after the wars. Able to heal, make barriers, and create portals in time, she wants to help rebuild the world of the el'ven and reforge the Elemental Council of the twelve elements to solidify peace. Age can vary.
Healing Waters and Scorching Flames
Avatar the Last Airbender verse. Ryū is a waterbender from the South Pole, from a small, isolated clan that focuses on healing. Age can vary.
Like Magic
Harry Potter verse. Ryū, a Hufflepuff, dreams of one day being a Healer like her mother was. Age can vary.
To Rule Them All
Royalty / Medieval verse. Ryū is the princess of a matrilineal line in the kingdom of Kusunokizan. A neutral state, there's pressures mounting from neighboring kingdoms to finally choose a side. Age can vary.
Of Monsters and Men
A modern monster verse based on original lore, but can be adapted for other verses. Ryū's default in this verse is a hybrid of snowy owl harpy and succubus, but I've also written her as a siren and a mermaid! Age can vary.
When Dead Walk
Zombie verse. Kept vague for plotting!
(Other verses are available upon request - please IM for more details!)
ABILITIES
Sage Mode (Sennin Mōdo)
Sage mode taught to her by her teacher, Suigin. She has 2 years of training as of the beginning of the Shippuden seasons.
White Hands of Healing (Iyashino Shiroi Te)
Kekkei genkai. Allows for faster, more efficient healing. Chakra can be guided through user’s own keirakukei to heal injuries directly. Has a calming effect, and can be used to sedate/calm patients.
River of Vitality (Katsuryoku no Kawa)
Minor kekkei genkai. While in Sennin Mōdo, can passively gather Nature chakra, though at a slower rate than meditation.
JUTSU
Wall of Defense (Bōei no Kabe) (Sennin jutsu)
Barrier that repels anything physical; not genjutsu or sound.
Wall of Incineration (Shōkyaku no Kabe) (Sennin jutsu)
Barrier that incinerates anything physical with highly-condensed chakra.
Wall of Mirrors (Kagami no Kabe) (Sennin jutsu)
Barrier that reflects light, and renders anything beneath it unseen.
Soul Retrieval (Tamashī no Kaishū) (Sennin jutsu)
User enters the void to retrieve a single soul.
Snare (Shikake-sen) (Sennin jutsu)
Makes nature-based chakra tripwires that can alert her to physical movement. Is affected by distance - the further she is from the set lines, the weaker the signal until it disappears completely.
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abyssaldespair · 3 years
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@kusunokihime 's OC Suigin Ryū!
BONNE FÊTE!
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kusunogatari · 3 years
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[ ObiRyū October | Day Twenty-Six | Good Ol’ Days ] [ @abyssaldespair ] [ Uchiha Obito, Suigin Ryū, Jiraiya, Hatake Kakashi ] [ Verse: Good Ol’ Days ] [ Vulgarity, alcohol ]
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“You wanted to see me?”
Exhaling from his pipe, Madara glances up to see one of his underlings lingering in the doorway to his office. “Yes. Fees are due in one of our new districts, I want to send you to collect.”
Immediately, Obito’s expression sours. “Me, on collection? But -?”
“Yes you, on collection,” his employer cuts in, giving him no time to complain as he reads a correspondence, chewing the stem of his pipe idly. “Everyone else is busy and you’re the closest thing I have to a collection officer. I’m not about to send one of those trigger-happy pups. You’re level headed enough to handle it.”
The younger Uchiha looks nearly ready to pout. “...what district is it?”
“Madison avenue to Thirty-Fourth.” Turning behind himself, Madara uses his pipe to point to the map of their territories he keeps as a kind of banner. “Here. It’s mostly businesses, not residential. It shouldn’t take you long.”
“Yeah, yeah…” Still clearly disgruntled, Obito nonetheless heads to the coatrack bearing his jacket and hat, muttering to himself as other members of the gang eye him with perked brows.
He’s used to it.
The brim of his bowler sits squarely atop the contraption over his missing eye, the whirling, steam-powered gizmo working to focus as his gaze shifts. And as always, it’s a bit of a struggle getting his coat on over the cogs and pistons of his false arm.
But every time he gets annoyed with them, he reminds himself he’s lucky to have them.
Stepping out to the curb beyond their headquarters building, Obito hails one of their drivers, giving directions and sitting back for the ride. He’s never been to this part of town, let alone since the Uchiha gang got ahold of it. Now they’ll be making further profits with their racketeering and protection fees for all of the business within the district. More work, but… more money.
The ever-present tradeoff.
When they arrive at the proper corner, he orders the driver to return in two hours and wait for him. Hopefully by then he can visit all the buildings within their new territory and collect the cash. As much as Obito sometimes enjoys getting to rough up anyone unable to pay, he really just wants to get this over with today. The sooner he’s done, the sooner he can get home and have a drink, enjoy the rest of his evening. Why Madara couldn’t have asked him this morning, he’ll never know.
His stops, to his surprise, go rather smoothly. It seems they’ve already been warned of the new management, business owners looking somber yet handing over the protection fees owed to the Uchiha mafia. Obito, rather used to it, just looks on boredly as citizens fork over their hard-earned wages.
But then he comes across the district’s most...interesting establishment.
A club. Specifically...a speakeasy.
Frowning lightly at the sign over the door, Obito nonetheless heads in. Business is business, after all. Making his way through the entry hall and passing a few patrons, he can hear the jazz music coming up from the belly of the club. Once through the entryway, he finds himself in the main room. Along the right hand wall, a beautiful bar of solid oak offers drinks, people seated atop the stools and conversing. Tables fill the belly of the space, the very middle kept open for those wanting to dance. The smell of cigar smoke, perfume, and spirits fill the air.
Toward the back, a live band plays: strings, brass, and drums come together to make a hopping tune that a line of dancers flare their skirts to, the crowd hooting and hollering as they move.
...where hell is he supposed to find the owner? It’s a madhouse in here!
He tries to maneuver around in search, eyepiece zooming onto potential faces as he slips in and out of crowds. But no one really looks the part...so he tries the bar.
Scrubbing a glass, a man with a rather similar eyepiece to his own gives him a curious glance. “What can I get you?”
“I need to speak to the owner,” Obito offers, glancing round a bit furtively. “He here?”
“I don’t believe so. He’s not around very often.”
Great. “Well it’s important. Business. His protection fee is due...and my employer isn’t a very patient man.”
Grey brows lift. “...I see. Lemme see if I can get him on the phone. Meanwhile...you might as well sit and get comfortable. How about a freebie on the house for all of your...hard work?”
Obito almost scoffs at the clear suck-up to the person here to enforce the protection fee. “Yeah. Sure. Just make sure you make it clear I don’t have a lot of time. I’ve got other places to be tonight. Otherwise I’ll have to arrange another meeting, and that won’t make me very happy.”
The silver-haired man just gives a nervous smile. “Sure, sure...have a seat, I’ll make the call, let you know.” With that, he pours Obito a shot of whiskey before heading to a nearby telephone.
Sighing, Obito accepts the peace offering and finds an empty table, knocking it back with a smack of his lips. Across the hall, the previous act is ending, the dancers disappearing through a curtain as an announcer steps up to the microphone.
“Wasn’t that just fabulous, ladies and gents? A beauty, every one of ‘em! But now, we’re gonna change our tune for a spell and bring you another lovely lady. Voice and face of an angel, folks. One of our most popular acts to step on this stage, I give you...Ryū!” The man ducks aside, gesturing to the stage as he exits.
Rather than out from behind a curtain, a platform lowers...and then rises back to the level of the stage. With it comes a woman and a microphone held within a stand.
She’s dressed in a silvery gown covered in sequins. Strands of colorless plastic jewels hang from the hem along her thighs, turning her into a sparkling, shifting specter. Add in the white waves of her hair and her pale skin, and she’s almost ethereal. Delicate hands hold the mic stand, head bowed and eyes closed.
A hush falls over the room.
Then with a rush, a jumping jazz tune kicks up from the band. Head lifting and eyes opening, Ryū gives the crowd a dazzling smile, hips swaying and catching even more light. All around her, it reflects in a million tiny specks of light.
Obito finds himself staring, jaw a bit slackened.
A few bars of music pass before she starts singing, tone smooth and sweet as she croons the jazzy number. Below on the floor, couples immediately get up and start dancing, the entire room energized and alive.
A minute passes before Obito shakes his head clear. With a crank of his eyepiece, he gets it to zoom in toward the stage, giving him a clearer view of the singer when his other eye closes. She shuffles around her microphone with shimmies and shakes, every move flooding the hall with light from the spotlight on her person. And her voice is full and lilting, perfectly bringing the number to life as it fills the entire hall.
He’s never seen anyone so enthralling.
For the whole of the song he just sits and watches through the lens, not noticing the passing time. It’s only once the music stops and the crowd starts clapping that he snaps out of it, opening his eye and clapping along.
Wow.
And then, a moment later, his otherwise-empty table finds itself occupied.
“So...you’re the dog Madara sent, are you?”
Taken aback (and mentally chastising himself for getting caught off guard), Obito turns to see a man that dwarfs even his own solid build. Tall, barrel-chest, and with a wild mane of snow-white hair, the club owner lights a cigar and gives it a few puffs. “Er...yes. Obito.”
“Normally I’d be pretty peeved at having my evening interrupted, but...well, I can never say now to this particular act.”
Obito blinks before looking back to the stage. A gear starts turning in his mind.
“So. Protection fees. Any shift in the price since our little neighborhood changed hands again? I’d hope the Uchiha are a bit more reasonable, but...I won’t hold my breath.”
“No change,” Obito assures him, tone a bit distracted. “Can’t speak for next month, but...for here and now, it’s the same.”
Nevertheless looking agitated, the man reaches into his back pocket and fetches a billfold, counting out the proper bills. “Y’know, I’d like a chance to meet the man himself. See if we can come to some kind of...agreement. Prohibition is making things a little dicey for me, now. But, if he wanted to lend me a hand getting things...moved, then we might be able to come to a more lucrative business arrangement.”
“...er…” Obito balks, not sure how to respond. “...I’ll...let him know you want to talk. Can’t make any guarantees, though. He’s a busy man. A bit reclusive. There’d have to be a lot of arranging before you could likely meet.”
“I’m patient. To a point. Talk to him, see what he says. Cuz I’m tired of cops breathing down my neck looking for booze. A little help in that department would make it easier for me to make money...and in turn, that boss of yours.”
Obito just gives an awkward nod.
Handing over the money, the owner breathes a plume of smoke, gaze turned fondly back to the stage. “...ah, my pride and joy. I don’t get away enough to come hear her sing…”
The gear snaps to a stop. “...she’s your daughter?”
“Mm. All I’ve got left after her mother passed. Her and this club, it’s all that keeps me going. Hence me wanting to keep the place afloat. I’d rather have her sing here than anywhere else. Never know what you’ll run into, otherwise.”
Obito’s awkward air only gets worse, realizing he was ogling the owner’s daughter. “...right.”
The man glances to him, and then offers a hand. “Jiraiya. And it was Obito, right?”
“Yeah.” He accepts the shake. “Not the best circumstances, but uh...pleasure.”
Jiraiya just snorts. “You don’t have to sugarcoat it, boy. You work for someone extorting me. Odds are he’s extorting you and the rest of his cronies, too. I’m not about to shoot the messenger, so you can ease up. You’re not the one wringing money out of my pocket. Not directly.”
Obito, suddenly feeling sheepish, doesn’t have a reply for that.
“...well, I’m going to go make a few phone calls,” Jiraiya then offers with a sigh. “Might as well get a little business done while I’m here. You just...do whatever it is you lackies do, I suppose. And don’t forget to ask old Madara about that meeting. We can have it here over drinks if he wants.”
“Er, right. I’ll let him know.” Watching Jiraiya retreat, Obito leans back in his seat with a sigh.
It’s true, the outlawing of alcohol has hit a lot of their businesses hard. Getting spirits to their bars and other establishments is getting harder and harder. Even if Madara doesn’t help Jiraiya specifically, they do need to address the change in the law and how it’s affecting their profits. They also rely on gambling and other crimes to bring in money, but alcohol is practically the backbone of their operations.
If there’s one thing people love to do, it’s drink.
A hand rubs at his chin, thinking. It would be smart of Madara to meet with this Jiraiya fellow. This club is clearly popular if the current turnout is anything to go by. Helping him keep and expand his clientele through the dry years would be wise.
But he also knows that the old Uchiha is a stubborn man, and getting him to leave his hovel and actually do business face to face would be...difficult. Maybe he can convince Madara, maybe he can’t. But he better try, either way.
In the meantime, however, he finds his attention drifting back to the stage. By now, Ryū has moved on to another song, this one just as lively and engaging as the last. She has such a charming face...add in her jovial expression, happy body language, and the purring tones of her voice, and Obito realizes he could very well let the rest of his evening slip away here if he wanted to.
...but he has a few other places to hit, and his driver will be waiting sooner or later. Besides, it sounds like he’ll be back eventually to try and arrange that meeting with Jiraiya. He can lurk around then.
The song ends, and the crowd actually seems to sadden as it’s announced that Ryū will be taking a break, appearing again later to let her vocal chords rest. She leaves the stage manually by the stairs this time, greeting guests with a warm smile as she works her way around toward the bar.
Which will take her right past Obito’s table.
He can’t help but stiffen, torn between hiding under the rim of his bowler and maybe trying to catch her eye. In the meantime, the band plays music alone without an act, even more people getting up to dance.
Maybe he should just bolt -!
“Oh!”
...too late.
Ryū pauses at his table, open curiosity on her face. Likely because of his replacement parts and his scars…
Giving her a momentary glance, Obito tries to smile, but...it probably comes off more as a grimace.
“You’ve got one of those eyepieces like Kakashi at the bar!” Rather than perturbed, she seems...excited! She takes the seat beside him, leaning in as Obito leans back. “Is it true you can use it like a telescope? How nifty would that be? Though…” She suddenly sobers, chin tucking toward her chest. “...I guess most people get them because of an injury, right…? I know that’s why Kakashi’s got one…”
“Er…” He tries to level his head, a bit taken aback (and flustered) at her sudden proximity. “Y-yeah, I lost the eye when I was a boy. I just got this a few months back. I’m...still getting used to it. But yeah, I can use it to see things far away. Not too far, but...to the stage, for example.” He just...conveniently leaves out he was watching her with it.
At his positive reaction, she brightens again. “Wow…! I mean...I’m sorry about your eye. But m’glad you got that gizmo to help! And...it looks like there’s something with your hand…?”
Obito gives a dry sound of humor. “Observant, aren’t you?”
At that, she turns sheepish. “Y...yeah. My father says it’s a good thing, but...sometimes I can’t help but feel nosy. Tell me to buzz off if you need to. Y’just don’t see this stuff up close too often! My ma was a doctor, so it sort of...fascinates me a bit.”
“Oh?”
“Mhm! She passed when I was little, so...I don’t remember much. But I still feel kinda drawn to this stuff.”
Obito eyes her for a moment. She’s so...uncensored, just spouting off whatever comes to mind. It’s a bit refreshing. “...yeah, I have a false hand. And, er...technically the whole arm to my shoulder. Makes putting anything on a real pain.”
Her eyes go round as dinner plates. “Oh, wow...I’d bet! A whole arm...I’m so sorry.”
“Not much I can do about it. And I’m lucky to have the parts I have. My uncle, uh...got them for me.” Technically not a lie, but...also not the whole truth.
Madara did get him the parts...but only to make him into a decent lackey. And he holds the debt over Obito’s head for his work. Work that is extremely illegal and in many cases harmful. But, well...humans have their vices. Someone might as well supply them.
“I see! Well m’glad you have them,” Ryū offers again, smiling once more and making Obito’s stomach feel...odd. “Say...you come here often?”
...oh. How to answer that…? “...er...no. This is my first time, but...I’ll probably be back. My employer, uh...works with yours…?” Also technically not true, but...how else to break that subject…?
Understanding seems to wipe her face clean for a moment. “...oh.”
Obito flinches.
“Well, it is what it is,” she sighs. “At least you’re nicer than the fella who used to come around before. I didn’t like him much...had this weird way about him. Gave me the heebie jeebies.”
Well, that’s...a better reaction than he was fearing.
Ryū sighs, blowing some of her fringe along her brow. “Well...I better go get some water before I head back on stage. But it was nice to meet you, uh…” Her face goes slack. “...oh! I never -? I’m Ryū! And uh...you were…?”
“Obito,” he replies, taking her offered hand and shaking it.
“Obito! Well...I guess I’ll see you around then, hm?” Giving a smile, she abandons her seat and approaches the bar, talking to the one called Kakashi.
Obito watches them, trying to be discreet. They seem...friendly. Ryū lends her arms atop the bar, one hip cocked and talking as Kakashi listens.
...are they…?
Realizing he’s delving into things he really shouldn’t, he gets up and heads toward the door. By now he has no idea how much time has passed, and he still has a few buildings to visit before he can head back. In his mind, he stews over the entire encounter: Jiraiya’s business offering, Ryū’s friendly curiosity.
...well, he’ll be back either way. Whether it be another collection, or trying to arrange this meeting Jiraiya wants.
He can puzzle things out then.
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     A few things: we’re into the prompts I got to make, which...I basically just took my idea list and made prompts around them xD And second, uh...I’m very behind. I just got burnt out and tired and busy, so...take all my excuses kjdfgjh      Anywho, this is...meant to be Steampunk...? 1920′s Steampunk America. Cuz...I dunno, reasons. It’s just a random idea that’s been stuck in my head for months with no occasion to be written until now xD I’m not very knowledgeable in EITHER of those things, but...I tried lol      Anyway, I...dunno if I’ll write more tonight or not. Either way I’m p sure I’ll be at least a day or two late finishing this ship month cuz I’m just...wiped, lol - but I WILL finish, either way! Thanks for reading~
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sylveradrake · 4 years
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Ryū...
“They need me!”
Ryū.
“Look how sad they are!”
Ryū!
“...”
...that is not your thread. Mind your own business. Other muses are big kids, they can handle themselves.
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     [ The joys of having a clingy muse that attempts to smash through the fourth wall any time a muse she cares about is in trouble, and having to pull her back by her coat and give her a scolding because that is not your thread. ]
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365daysofsasuhina · 5 years
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[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Two Hundred Fifty-Four: Advanced ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata, Suigin Ryū ] [ SasuHina, blood ] [ Verse: Oil and Blood ] [ AO3 Link ]
She still can’t believe she’s doing this. One minute, Hyūga Hinata is taking what she had hoped would be a quick walk to clear her mind so she can get some sleep. The next, she’s stumbling across a man in an alleyway, beaten and robbed of his mods. And now, she’s hauling him a few blocks from where she found him in an effort to get him to a medical clinic: one for both biological, and technological aspects of humanity.
So much for getting to work on time in the morning…
But then again, work is the only reason she knows where to go. Given her position in claims for mods insurance, Hinata has grown...acquainted with this particular place for those she can’t help professionally. This place works...under the radar. Under the table. Not entirely legal once you look a bit under the surface.
Which is exactly why Hinata is dragging an Uchiha through alleyways to the building she has in mind. It’s probably his only chance. His family are almost all notorious yakuza. If she took him to a typical hospital, he’d just get thrown in a cell and probably left there.
Laws are a bit...finicky when it comes to people like him.
So, instead, she’s ignoring every instinct screaming at her to leave him and go home, pretend this never happened.
As if the gods are laughing at her (if there are even any gods left, given how far man has strayed from nature now), it even starts to rain.
Wonderful.
Thankfully, they’re only a block down when it starts pouring, Hinata struggling to keep the man upright while sparing a hand to knock at the rear door.
The door for...less than legal help.
“H...hello?” she calls, trying not to be too obvious. “Is a-anyone here?”
Silence reigns for about a minute, Hinata starting to feel the effect of this guy’s weight on her. His head is hanging, no longer having the energy to keep himself upright. Not that she blames him...looks like he was put through the wringer pretty well.
As she studies him, she can hear a series of locks releasing, looking back at the door just in time to see it swing open. Beyond is the typical doctor she communicates with for the clients she can’t help herself. “S...sorry. I, uh...have a bit of an emergency?”
Eyes widening, the practitioner wastes no time. “Here, let me help you - poor thing, caught out in the rain of all times -” Taking his other side, the woman helps heft him past the door, which swings shut of its own accord...and locks without prompting.
Here, in the rear end of the building, are the spaces reserved for those a bit beneath the law. Illegal mods are a booming business, after all...and someone has to take care of them. One man is asleep on a cot, curtain pulled closed by the doctor before she helps lay the Uchiha atop another.
“Goodness...quite the specimen you’ve found yourself, Hyūga-san,” she murmurs, gesturing for Hinata to sit as she starts examining the patient. As if knowing it would be there, she checks his collarbone for the tomoe crest Hinata already spotted. “An Uchiha...of course. I swear I’ve had half your lot through my door at one point or another,” she mutters. Practiced hands make quick work of his shirt, Hinata squeaking shyly and turning aside as she gets into the nitty gritty.
“Let’s see...bruising over the abdomen, might have some bruising on the ribs, but nothing seems broken.” With a mod of her own, the physician hovers a hand over his chest. As a light shines from her palm, a holographic rendering comes up from a screen along the top, displaying a real-time image of the bones. “...no...no cracks or breaks. Lucky,” she chides. Looking over the rest of him, she finds no skeletal damage. “You’re going to be sore, and purple as eggplant in a few places, but you’re not about to die.”
“His mods, are they…?”
Gently lifting the remaining stump of his left arm, she scans it with practiced, biological eyes. “Let’s see...fitting is a model seventy-four G. Fairly new, about six months out of date. Newest models are already into the seventy-sevens. Which means he’ll need an arm no older than a seventy-three J...I’ll have to check my inventory. Now...the more pressing matter is his eye.”
As she goes to turn his head, the man bats her hand aside, teeth gritting. “Don’t touch me…”
“Uchiha-san, you’re in good hands. Your fitting looks damaged. I need to see if I can repair it. If it needs replacing, I’ll -”
“Just...give me a minute to rest. I’ll be fine.”
“B-but…” Hinata murmurs, brows wilted in worry. “You’re in...very poor shape, Uchiha-san…”
“I’ve had worse. I don’t need you both fawning over me…” His words curl up with a grunt, muscles tensing against a wave of pain.
The doctor’s nostrils flare, expression set. “You have a damaged eye fitting. It’s bleeding. Infections in that area are unacceptable. Now, you can lie here and be patient...or I can knock you out and work in peace while you sleep. Up to you.”
For a long moment, he eyes her warily, seeming to weigh his odds. But when she makes a display of electricity between her fingers, he sighs and relents, going slack against the cot. “...just be quick.”
“I’ll work as fast as you’ll let me,” is her retort, moving to examine his eye socket.
“Um...do you want me to stay, or…?” Hinata fidgets. She really should get home and try to sleep...she has work first thing, and her supervisor isn’t very allowing…
“You can go, Hyūga-san,” the doctor replies, giving her a glance with a tired smile. “I’ll contact you in the morning. Odds are, he isn’t going anywhere for a few days.”
“You can’t -!”
“Hush,” she retorts, giving him a look as he struggles. “I told you, I’ve worked on your lot before. I can contact someone and let them know where you are. Until you’re stable, you need to stay here, rest, and let me get you back into working order. Now, what model was your eye?”
“...Rinnegan.”
That makes her own widen. “...you lot sure like your advanced tech - no wonder someone stole it,” is all she comments still working. Glancing back to Hinata, she nods. “You can head out the back door. I’ll call you in the morning. If he’s still here, you can check on him after work. I know you’ll worry, otherwise.”
Sheepish pink brightens Hinata’s cheeks. “...thank you. And...sorry for the late call…”
“Ah, don’t worry about it. I’m up late most nights working on owed repairs for dropped off mods. Consider this a nice change of pace.”
Still unsure, Hinata nonetheless takes her leave, jogging back through the rain. Well...that was a lot more than she bargained for, but...at least he seems to be in good hands. Apparently this woman’s seen Uchiha before...Hinata shouldn’t be surprised. There are, to her knowledge, only a handful of underground mod specialists. And most pick sides when it comes to the turf wars. Apparently this one tends to side with the Uchiha.
She makes a mental note never to bring her a Senju.
Once back in her apartment, Hinata crashes face-down atop her bed with a sigh. Part of her knows she definitely won’t sleep now...not with that man to worry about. She never even asked his name...but his attitude suggests he probably wouldn’t tell her anyway…
Still, she needs to at least rest, so she crawls into bed, mind wide awake.
Work is going to suck...but that’s what coffee is for.
Come morning, she goes about her routine, feet dragging. But a quiet ring in her ear reminds her of the doc’s promise to call with an update. “H-hello?”
“Hyūga-san, it’s me. Just wanted to let you know the Uchiha’s doing fine. I need to replace his eye mod socket, but otherwise he just needs bed rest. I got ahold of his brother and assured him Sasuke’s in good hands.”
“Sasuke…?”
“His name. Or at least, what he gave me. Might be an alias, but he was a bit too groggy to think much, so I’d wager it’s the truth. Anyway, you should swing by after work if you can. I’ll be done with the surgery by then. He might still be under, but I’m sure you’ll feel better seeing him back in...well, not quite one piece, but not quite so rough.”
“I understand...and thank you again. Really, I -”
“No need for thanks. I’ll be well-compensated, believe me. I have good enough rep with the Uchiha by now, they trust my work...and make sure I’m well paid for it, and my loyalty. If anything, I should thank you for the business.”
Hinata gives a quiet scoff. “All right then. I’ll s-see you later.”
“Mhm.”
Work drags on even worse than usual. Hinata rarely has something to look forward to after, and it makes each droning call even more unbearable. But thankfully nothing is too out of the ordinary, and she’s walking briskly back just after five.
This time she enters the front door, hearing the mechanized chime. The waiting room is oddly empty, only a few patients within. Side activities aside, this one does good work, and Hinata is usually hard-pressed to get anyone in during regular business hours.
“Ah, there you are! Come on back - he’s all done,” the doctor calls, letting Hinata through the lobby door. Her hands wring, a bit nervous.
“Don’t worry, he’s still out. He might rouse a bit, but he’ll be rather delirious for another thirty minutes or so. I plan to keep him overnight and release him back to his brother tomorrow when he gets here.”
“So soon?”
“Yeah...the worst of it’s about over - mostly I’m just waiting for a contact to get here with replacement parts. His arm is pretty simple, but getting my hands on another Rinnegan eye model won’t be easy. Other than that, he just needs to rest. And he can do that at home rather than take up one of my cots.”
Hinata nods. That makes sense...besides, he’ll likely be more comfortable at home. “I feel like I owe you, I -”
“No, none of that. The Uchiha will more than repay me. You did your part by bringing him here. If anything I owe you,” the physician teases with a small smile. “Now, go say hi - I’ve still got a few more patients to see before six.”
“Okay.” Left in the back room, Hinata notices that the occupied cot from the night before is now empty. Feeling a bit intrusive, she steps up beside Sasuke’s bed.
True to her companion’s word, he’s still asleep, and he looks so...different. Not nearly as exhausted, but still rough...yet far less grumpy. He’s been all cleaned up of blood, and changed into proper hospital attire. His eye socket is still empty, as well as his arm, but both are in good shape. New, shining metal glints in his face where the mod implant sits.
Done nosily observing, Hinata sits beside him...only to jump as he shifts.
“...back again?” he rumbles, tone dragging with exhaustion.
“I...w-wanted to be sure you were all right, Uchiha-san.”
“Told you, m’fine,” he retorts again, but there’s not nearly the bite to his tone this time. He just sounds a bit...exasperated. “Bunch of fuss over a bit of a bruising…”
“But...Suigin-san said you needed a new eye fitting…?”
“Tch...it was just a little bent...coulda salvaged it. She just wants more money…”
“I doubt that. M-most of her profits go right back into funding the people who can’t afford their care. She even lives in this building to cut costs.”
That earns a glance. “...you friends?”
“...sort of, I...I guess.”
“She called you...Hyūga?”
“Mhm.”
She can see the recognition in his eyes, but thankfully he doesn’t press it. “...well...for what it’s worth...thanks for dragging my ass out of the gutter.”
His blunt wording makes her jump. “I...I couldn’t just leave you there!”
“You also dragged me here...didn’t have to. A bit stupid, though...I could’ve hurt you.”
“...I doubt that. You could barely stand, and your m-mods are gone.”
He snorts. “...or the bastard who beat me could’ve come back.”
“...well, you’re here now. And you’re going to be fine, so...that’s a-all that matters.”
He considers her for a time, head turned to see her with his remaining eye. “...fair enough. But I don’t like owing people, so...you’ll get compensated, either way.”
“Oh, I-I don’t -”
“No arguing. Fair’s fair, Hyūga. And no one tells me no.”
Sighing lightly, she doesn’t argue.
“...well...no offense, but...m’not exactly in a talking sort of mood, so…”
“Oh, t-that’s fine. I just...wanted to check on you. Suigin-san says you’ll get replacements by tomorrow morning, and...you can go home.”
“Mhm. Aniki’s going to chew my ass out…” Sasuke sighs. “...could be worse. Could be dead.”
“Y...yes. That’s true.”
“Eh, I’ll deal with him...later. Until later, Hyūga. You remember what I said. And next time you find some cretin in an alleyway...leave him there, all right?”
“I’m not sure I could.”
“...well, leave him if he’s a Senju.”
Sighing again, Hinata doesn’t reply, just standing with a hint of a weary smile. “...I hope you have a s-speedy recovery, Uchiha-san.”
“Hn...I’ll try. Get along home before more trouble finds you, huh?”
“...all right.” Giving a small bow, Hinata heads back out through the lobby, finding it now empty. Walking home a bit slowly, she has to wonder how an Uchiha is going to pay her back. She doesn’t exactly need anything...and what on earth could a member of the yakuza have to give her?
...he might just be the trouble he’s warning her about.
                                                           .oOo.
     (This is a direct sequel to day 250, if you'd like a little more context!)      Anywho, more cyberpunk universe! Featuring an OC of mine cuz...well, I wanted to, honestly xD This verse is...very quickly growing on me lol - it's a neat twist on typical Naruto powers and abilities! Hopefully I'll get to do some more soon if another prompt fits! Poor Hinata...something tells me this little act of charity is going to lead to even more disruptions.      Buuut on that note, it's late, I'm sleepy, and I better call it a night. Thanks for reading!
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kusunogatari-a · 6 years
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[ Return ] [ @abyssaldespair​ ] [ Uchiha Obito, Suigin Ryū ] [ Death mention ] [ Verse: White Hands of Healing ]
The summit isn’t for a few days. In the meantime, he has Danzō’s every move watched, waiting for the time to act. Logic tells him it can’t be until after the summit. After he makes his intentions known. Surely the coward will flee, try to make it back to Konoha…
But he won’t be making it back.
Sasuke is eager to exact his revenge upon part of the council that condemned Itachi. Obito will allow it. But this particular battle is one he’ll have to have a hand in. Danzō, after all, has a debt to pay to him, too.
For every blemish he left upon Ryū’s flesh, Obito will give him ten in turn...until he’s little more than a mangled mess of gore. The councilman has been a target for quite some time, given his method of operations. But never did Obito think the prospect would be so eagerly awaited.
Getting into the meeting isn’t easy. Testing Sasuke’s abilities for what’s to come, Obito lets him blaze a trail, but as always, the younger Uchiha is stubborn and too short-sighted. Nearly turned to dust by the Tsuchikage, it’s Obito who pulls his unconscious form to safety, addressing four of the five Kage in a moment he’s waited for for years.
Of course Danzō has fled, knowing of Sasuke’s intentions. But it’s his the coward had best be wary of.
As expected, they refuse his ultimatum...and he declares war, fading into his own dimension to find Karin tending to his accomplice. From there, it’s a matter of hunting the false Hokage.
They find him on the samurai bridge. Obito makes short work of his Root underlings - as much as he wants to make them pay as well, he decides to take them as insurance. Tossing them into his dimension...he then turns his attentions to Danzō.
Sasuke may not like his interference...but he’ll leave the councilman alive enough to let the younger Uchiha have his fill of violence.
Between the pair of them, Danzō stands no chance. With a rather spectacular finish...the bastard dies at last. Taking the body with intent to harvest Shisui’s eye, Obito leaves Sasuke to finish up. The eye, however, is destroyed...a pity. Kotoamatsukami would have been useful. And before he can head back to Ame to tie up Konan’s loose end and retrieve the Rinnegan at last...Zetsu reports that Sasuke is in trouble.
And of course, the trouble happens to be none other than his previous team. Including friend-killer Kakashi...and the Kyūbi.
Despite his intentions to leave the past in the past and look toward the perfect future...there’s still a stirring of resentment in him at seeing Kakashi. The man - boy - who killed Rin. Took his hope. Led him to this path.
And yet maybe he also has something to thank his teammate for.
But now is not the time to confront him - Obito is sure it will come during the war. For now, he takes a rather addled-looking Sasuke back to receive Itachi’s at-first refused eyes. Something must have happened during his absence to change the teen’s mind.
Once the operation is over, and Sasuke has little more to do than heal...it’s then he’s confronted by Kabuto...who reveals he knows he’s not Madara. An unexpected hiccup, but...to keep his plans in place, he agrees to the man’s terms, tentatively agreeing to work in tandem. It might work to his advantage, though...he’s far from happy someone has the power to revive the old bastard. With that settled, and finally finding a moment to himself, Obito decides to make one last stop before returning to Ame.
He told her he’d come back when the deed was done.
...he can only hope she’ll be more whole than when he left her.
Though he’s only been there once, Obito makes the jump to the ruins of her home village on his first try. Today, the valley is foggy - so much so, he can barely see ten feet from his face. A gentle rain pours, soaking into the shoulders of his cloak as he follows the worn road. Ahead, yet unseen, he can sense her chakra. Though still muted from its previous vibrance, it’s brighter than before. A small hope sparks in his chest.
As the manor looms from the mist, the weather seems to lift ever so slightly. Coiled nearby, keeping a watchful eye, is a rain-dappled Suigin. A silver orb moves in its socket to look to him, but she offers no comment.
Sitting along the edge of the front first floor balcony, dressed in a downy grey yukata with bare feet hanging from the edge, is Ryū. A cup of tea is held in hands atop her lap, gaze distant as she looks lost in thought. Though not quite as gaunt as before, there’s still an odd frailness to her frame, a heavy exhaustion in her posture.
And then she sees him.
Slowly, eyes widen. Unfurling from her melancholy like a drying bloom given water, Ryū brightens as much as her body will allow. A hand sets her tea aside upon the engawa, and - without anything else holding her back - she finds her way to her feet with intentions to run.
Intentions which, apparently, she can’t quite yet achieve.
Before she can collapse, Obito flickers to her side, earning a soft sound of surprise as he simply scoops her from her feet. Arms find a tentative hold around his neck, and pale cheeks flush a pretty, startled pink. “O-oh!”
“You should be resting,” he murmurs, giving her a look.
Her head ducks sheepishly. “...I know. I just...got ahead of myself.” Softening, she burrows her brow to the crook of his neck. “...I missed you so much…”
“...and I, you.”
Without a word, Suigin rises with a rustle of scales, stalking off into the trees and leaving the pair alone.
“...I think she’s giving us a little privacy,” Ryū giggles wispily.
Obito gives a hum in reply, taking her previous seat and keeping her atop his lap. Even so, his grip is careful. “...how are you feeling?”
“Much better. Still...a little shaky, but I’m doing well. Suigin-sama has been very...attentive.”
At her tone, he perks a brow.
“...maybe a little stifling,” she adds, giving a demure smile.
Another hum. Now that he’s here...he’s not sure what to say.
In the silence, Ryū lets her eyes fall, expression following suit. “...she and Fubuki told me what happened. What you did. And...I wanted to apologize.”
...he’s so stunned, he can’t muster the words to refute her.
“I know I must have worried you so badly. They told me you came for me. I...I knew you would. I just...clung onto that, and waited, and -!”
“Ryū.” Obito cuts off her rambling with the single syllable. He cups her cheek, still tinged yellow from a fading bruise. Only a few small scars mar her face - one along a brow, another through her top lip, a burn along her jaw. But no matter their size, they still bring a weight to his chest. “...there isn’t a damn thing I want you to apologize for. Nothing. It’s me who should be begging your forgiveness. I let this happen, I -”
Her head shakes in his hold. “...we both knew there were risks. And I don’t want you to feel guilty, Tobi. I knew what could happen, and I kept on anyway. I was willing to take that chance. Because...I don’t think there’s a pain anyone else could give me that would be greater than losing you.”
A lump in his throat cuts off any retort.
She gives a soft smile. “...please don’t feel bad. I told you before - I’ve had more happiness with you than I have the rest of my life before meeting you. And to me, that’s worth any price. Did shishō tell you about...about the numbing?”
“...she did.”
“I hardly felt a thing! Only...well, only when my chakra would run out. But they were usually almost finished by then. I just had to pretend so they wouldn’t catch on. So really, it wasn’t that bad.”
He gawks at her. “...you were tortured…! Ryū, you -!”
“I was. But I just knew I had to be patient. I had to wait them out. Because...I knew you’d find me.”
“If not for me, they’d never had taken you at all…”
“...true. But Tobi -”
“If I knew there’d be no consequences...if no one else would ever find out what we had, and condemn you for it...it would be best for me to leave.”
Ryū’s face goes slack. “...b-but…”
“...but...there’s no turning back now. And I have to take responsibility for this. This, and anything else that might happen because of me.”
“Tobi, I -!”
“And,” he cuts in, tone losing its edge and lowering. His hand guides her forward until their brows brush. “...maybe despite my logic...I don’t want to let you go. Selfish, isn’t it?”
“If that’s true...then I’m just as guilty,” is her murmured reply. “Besides...hasn’t this all been rather selfish from the start…?”
Obito can’t help a soft snort. “...I suppose you’re right.” Silence falls for a time, the pair of them simply taking in the presence of the other. But eventually, he can’t help but ask, “...how are you, really?”
“...I’m tired,” Ryū admits. “More tired than I’ve been in my life. Suigin-sama says it’s from the toxin. It’s meant to keep the victim physically weakened. And since I missed the next day’s antidote when you brought me here, it did a bit more damage than it had been doing. But she says I just need rest.”
“...and your wounds?”
“Almost all mended!” Shifting, she rolls up a sleeve, baring a myriad of marks. “...she had to work fast, so...the scars are a bit more noticeable than they could have been, but I don’t mind. It’s just tougher tissue.”
Hesitantly, almost as though afraid he’ll reopen them, Obito gently grips the limb and brushes a thumb over the blemishes, raised and ragged from the rest of her skin. A lump settles in his throat he has to swallow before speaking. “...was anything broken?”
“No...everything was more superficial. I...don’t know how long I was there, but they must not have reached that point before you came.”
He gives a curt breath, but doesn’t retort. “...you should be able to go back to Konoha soon. The man who did this is dead.”
To his honest surprise, she doesn’t really react. “...I see. Dan..zō?”
“Yes. Leader of an unofficial group of ANBU-level shinobi. And temporary Rokudaime, while Tsunade is comatose. Given that his operations weren’t sanctioned by the village, I’m willing to bet no one else knew of whatever accusations were made against you. In a few days, we’ll see about getting you back home.” Of course, the little house had been in shambles, torn apart by Ryū’s struggle against Root. “...we’ll have to find an alibi for you. Perhaps claim a kidnapping you’ve since been saved from.”
Her brow furrows. “...what about the shinobi under his command? Will they tell anyone about me?”
“...I don’t know. Root officer loyalty is mostly forced, though a few were truly devoted to the man. Given how things are going...I’m not sure they’ll have time to bother with you. With Danzō dead, there’s going to be enough for them to deal with. And if things look dour...you can always come back here.”
“...I guess so.”
Another pause falls between them, each lost in their own thoughts. Obito still can’t help but question if his presence will do more harm than good...but for now, he has a debt to pay, regardless of her refusal. Sighing heavily, he embraces her more fully, practically enveloping her. “...I’m just so glad you’re alive...”
Pinned against his chest, Ryū softens. “...I’m all right.”
“No, you’re not.”
“...but I will be.”
He only gives a curt hum in response.
“...can you stay very long…?”
...he shouldn’t. If the war is to begin, he needs to eliminate Konan, and take back the Rinnegan. “...for a little while. Not long. I have something pressing to attend to.”
“Oh…”
“Besides,” Obito replies, letting his tone deepen slightly. “You’re still healing. I don’t want to hurt you…”
Cheeks flare red, giving his chest a reprimanding slap. “T-that’s not what I meant!”
He chuckles, hardly feeling her beratement. “I’m teasing you. But yes, I can stay - only a little while. Is there something you wanted?”
“Not...specifically…” Ryū avoids his eyes. “...I just...don’t want you to turn around and leave so fast. I miss you…”
Still hearing the exhaustion in her tone, Obito thinks for a moment before suggesting, “...how about a nap?”
“But then you’ll leave while I’m asleep.”
“And then I’ll be back again soon.” He’s going to be busy...but maybe one last time before things pick up. Just to be sure she’s on the mend.
That she’ll make it to the end.
“...okay,” is her quiet reply, giving another squeak as he stands with her in his arms. Already knowing the way, he takes her to the manor’s master quarters and sets her along one side of the bed. Unable to stay for long, he only shrugs out of his cloak before laying atop the sheets beside her, curling protectively.
Ryū gives a quiet giggle. “Are you my turtle shell…?” she asks, clearly addled.
He snorts against her hair, allowing a hint of a smile. “...I suppose I am.”
“Mm…” Already she’s fading fast. “...then...nothing can touch me…”
“...nothing at all.”
It’s not long before Ryū concedes to sleep, body eager to rest. Even so, Obito lingers a while longer, slowly tracing over whatever scars he can reach as rain hums against the manor.
In a way, now...they match. But no matter the scarred skin, to him, she’ll always be beautiful.
Eventually, he pries himself away, giving her one last kiss upon the temple and watching her lips curl. He takes up his coat, moving back down the stairs only to see the sage, again in her human guise.
“Fubuki has just returned from Konoha. Tsunade has awoken.” Eyes glance as though able to see her student through the ceiling. “...tomorrow, I will take Ryū back and weave my story to the Godaime. Hopefully my presence will deter the bastard’s followers from bothering her further. But surely there is more for them to worry about.” She looks back to him, gaze unyielding. “...apparently...a war has been announced by a masked man of Akatsuki.”
Obito stares back, having no reply.
“...I will tell her nothing. I cannot know if she will learn more herself. To me, the only thing that matters is your debt...I will not dash at her happiness. At the very least, this will likely make her a far lesser priority, so long as no one seeks to use her as leverage. I will attempt to undermine their suspicions of her connection to you alongside our alibi. Perhaps that will be enough to dissuade them.”
“...thank you.”
“If you seek her again after tomorrow, you’d best go to Konoha first. She will likely be there, unless I find threat enough to take her back. Should something else go awry...you know where to take her.”
“I do.” After a pause, Obito swallows his pride and gives the beast woman a deep bow. “...thank you for doing what I could not.”
Suigin considers him. “...I suppose I must say the same.”
Rising and giving a curt nod, he phases back into his other dimension. Determination clenches fists at his side. He’s almost there.
“...to Ame, then.”
     OKAY so I actually got this done in...relatively good time, woo!      Dunno if anyone will really notice beyond Meg and angel, but I took down the drabble ‘Reality’ cuz...I’m a dumb and mixed up the order of Konan’s death, and Danzō’s. So it was in the wrong spot, AND because of Stolen being canon now, I have a few details to change in it anyway. So the next post will seem a bit familiar, but with changes! It’ll be up as soon as I get the edits done~      As for THIS one...it’s a wee bit short, and maybe a bit tame compared to the one before =‘D But Meg was right, it was good to have some follow up, especially leading back into Reality once I get that revamped. So this is sort of an intermission drabble. There’ll be more in the repost, I promise lol      And I guess that’s...all there really is to say? Not much left to this, I think. Ryū, in WHoH, doesn’t really have much involvement in the war. Especially now that she’s a little hecked up. So we might, depending on what Meg wants to do, go from Reality to...the tentatively last one? We’ll see! Tho something tells me someone doesn’t want it to be over, me included xD      *skips off to finish my edits*
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cognitivecapricorn · 4 years
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July 10th: A surprise gift for @kusunokihime (part 1) and her OC SUIGIN RYŪ
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kusunokihime · 3 years
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[ Difficult Person Test ]
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     “Ah, haha...yeah...”
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