[What better way to force recovery from a traumatic event? By pretending nothing ever happened, nothing happened, everything is fine. Yes, of course. Everything is just fine. Nothing at all's wrong. That's why the night before he stripped every last ume off the tree Hashirama had given him, leaving it bare down to the budding flowers and washed ( Read more... )

Locked to Madara:

Onii-sama..! I feel our current situation could benefit from your brand of ... mediation. So I sharpened your kusarigama and patched the fan; they're by the door. Oh! And I restocked your explosive powder and tag supply earlier this morning. Aim for the heart or remove the head, then burn what's left and I think that might be ( Read more... )

Adstringendum ...

[Izuna bows his head politely and clasps his hands in front of his lips. There's a smile there, lingering and dimpling one cheek, but it's a frightening shadow of his usual cheer and grace.

He's angry. Furious, really.

It shows in his words, though it never alters his tone. He keeps his voice light and airy as ever.]

I'm afraid I've ( Read more... )

[He pipes up cheerily in the same outdated Japanese as his last post, but he knows the man he's addressing will have no problems understanding. Izuna's practically frothing at the seams with laughter and it infects his tone, bubbling into his words in an audible ear-to-ear grin. This? This is one of the best days of his life because really. ( Read more... )

[The PCD starts recording when a furry foot thumps it. There's fire slowly gathering in a warm glow around his fingers, illumating an otherwise dark room. Beside him is a figure shrouded in white and tucked in with a gentle hand, while Izuna perches beside him on the fudom, waiting. And all around him are vermin, little fluffy-eared and sharply ( Read more... )

[Who would have thought that too much syrup would have given Itachi a stomach ache. For the first time in his life, his obsession and infatuation with sweets had him bent over in a rather shameful position on the tiled floor in front of a bathroom as he hurled what ever contents he had in his stomach. The feed didn't show any details, it simply ( Read more... )