Mastering the elements was easy; girls, on the other hand, were anything but, Aang thought darkly. He should be better at this. He was the Avatar after all, the bridge between worlds, the healer of nations, he had /been/ a girl-- more than once actually, he should have some clue to why the girls had dump three-fourths of the Kansi wetlands on his head.
Waddling back to camp, Aang stumbled over a snoring Sokka who flicked open one eye at the soggy Airbender, then asked, "The girls?"
Aang sank down to his knees and tried to glare at Sokka, (failing miserably because of the mud kept sliding down into his eyes).
Pointing one finger dramaticly into the air, the older boy denouced,"Aang, in three words I can sum up everything I need to know about girls."
Aang paused wiping his brow.
"You can't win."
Aang looked blankly at Sokka, considered his options, and proceeded to introduce Sokka to the remaining Kansi wetlands.
Rurouni Kenshin, Enishi/Kaoru, grey, "as a boy I believed if I closed my eyes I would disappear, but I would always open them for fear it would be true".
Mercy was his milk tongue, a childhood cant long since soured by his sister's blood, but he remembers. He clings to clemency and delivers none; he calls retribution justice and wallows in gore, delights in it, but he remembers.
He remembers mercy; for mercy was grace was tenderness was a sweet low voice, sheltering arms, mochi for New Year's, the hibai blooming outside the kitchen door, was home, was /dead/ and gutted like a winter doe and how can he forget?
He can't.
He won't.
The girl in the gray kimono stares up at him and he realizes he has lost time again. The girl distracts him, bothers him, and he can't- no, he /refuses/ to be swayed so close to the end of a lifetime of waiting. The girl is a means to an end, bait for the battle, for the beast in a man's clothing, and he will not see her harmed. She means little, but he remembers mercy.
He goes, locking her in the bedchamber, and fills his thoughts of plans and plots, leaving mercy to the side. But, not, a voice nags, for long.
Hinata knows this, counts down the whys and reasons until her voice cracks, but can't make her fingers let go of his hand. She understands he is a mess, she is a fool, and this can only end badly for you, Hinata-chan, why don't you go home, and that is one reason why she isn't bolting for the door right now.
Ninja deal in lies, but she thinks, the truth is rarely pure and never simple.
True: he will hurt her.
True: she might hurt him.
As she brushes back his hair absently, Kakashi turns into her palm and breathes her name and all Hinata can do is smile. She is terrified, worried, and relieved, but won't wish this moment on anyone else. This is hers.
Hanabi woke up to the sounds of explosions and slid open shoji door to the sight of her near naked older cousin trying to simultaneously drown the blond idiot and save the half century old koi fish that were a gift from some foreign prince grandfather saved in the newly enlarged pond. And failing rather spectacularly
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"In three words I can sum up everything I learned about life. It goes on." (Robert Frost, random quote generator, abbreviate to your heart's content)
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Mastering the elements was easy; girls, on the other hand, were anything but, Aang thought darkly. He should be better at this. He was the Avatar after all, the bridge between worlds, the healer of nations, he had /been/ a girl-- more than once actually, he should have some clue to why the girls had dump three-fourths of the Kansi wetlands on his head.
Waddling back to camp, Aang stumbled over a snoring Sokka who flicked open one eye at the soggy Airbender, then asked, "The girls?"
Aang sank down to his knees and tried to glare at Sokka, (failing miserably because of the mud kept sliding down into his eyes).
Pointing one finger dramaticly into the air, the older boy denouced,"Aang, in three words I can sum up everything I need to know about girls."
Aang paused wiping his brow.
"You can't win."
Aang looked blankly at Sokka, considered his options, and proceeded to introduce Sokka to the remaining Kansi wetlands.
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Well, you can pick and choose whichever ones, but here's something for ya~!
Naruto fandom; Team Yondaime; grey; and "Is it supposed to look like that?"
~<3
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He remembers mercy; for mercy was grace was tenderness was a sweet low voice, sheltering arms, mochi for New Year's, the hibai blooming outside the kitchen door, was home, was /dead/ and gutted like a winter doe and how can he forget?
He can't.
He won't.
The girl in the gray kimono stares up at him and he realizes he has lost time again. The girl distracts him, bothers him, and he can't- no, he /refuses/ to be swayed so close to the end of a lifetime of waiting. The girl is a means to an end, bait for the battle, for the beast in a man's clothing, and he will not see her harmed. She means little, but he remembers mercy.
He goes, locking her in the bedchamber, and fills his thoughts of plans and plots, leaving mercy to the side. But, not, a voice nags, for long.
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True: he is brittle.
Hinata knows this, counts down the whys and reasons until her voice cracks, but can't make her fingers let go of his hand. She understands he is a mess, she is a fool, and this can only end badly for you, Hinata-chan, why don't you go home, and that is one reason why she isn't bolting for the door right now.
Ninja deal in lies, but she thinks, the truth is rarely pure and never simple.
True: he will hurt her.
True: she might hurt him.
As she brushes back his hair absently, Kakashi turns into her palm and breathes her name and all Hinata can do is smile. She is terrified, worried, and relieved, but won't wish this moment on anyone else. This is hers.
True: she is happy.
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Naruto
Neji
green
"Resist or serve" (The X-Files)
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Thank you!
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