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[‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ⟢ ‎ ‎𝓼͟𝖆𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐚. @BATTLEBLOSSOMS]

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[罰当たり @ableedingorigin]

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In hell, where the sun is black and reality is white, he is starved… starved of normality. He thinks of Itachi, Sakura, Sarada, his clan. Though the tears have dried the memories flow, still.

He wonders; what if his family was whole?

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It still smells like blood here, reeks of fear, and irks inside him the suffering of betrayal he’s since forgotten about, or suppressed. His family manor was no more than an alley now, but with his new beliefs he tries to let it go and leaves a rose for his mother.

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There are a million other topics to consider and he picks office decoration. He still doesn’t know how to greet her, and his awkwardness makes him feel uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry, I meant…” he paused for a second.
“You look well.”

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[罰当たり @ableedingorigin]

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briefly pigmenting his onyx hues red, forging a maroon that came and went so naturally he did not notice. His stupor was mildly broken and he could speak.

“Sure.”

And he accepted her request. ->

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[罰当たり @ableedingorigin]

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The sweet smell in the air counteracted the corse stench of ink and paper, Naruto’s office stunk too much of that so this was a stark change.

“It looks… different - the decor.”

He means to make conversation, albeit, horribly. ->

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[罰当たり @ableedingorigin]

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There was one contrast in his demeanor. The eyes. An Uchiha’s focal point, their weapon and Achilles heel - the part of them that conveys feeling of all shapes and size, even outside of combat. His eyes, were soft - ->

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[罰当たり @ableedingorigin]

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Does he hug her? Kiss her? Act like a married couple would… instead he stands there with a stoic face, internally starstruck and muddled by his lack of reaction. ->

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[罰当たり @ableedingorigin]

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Shy delight? Unconditional fondness? The selection of emotions were vast, he noticed that his brains compartmentalization was in effect - that the usage of his head outweighed his heart - abstracting him from the moment until he figured out how to react. ->

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There were few descriptions that could have described the bubble in his chest suffusing with warmth that spread throughout his limbs. The feeling one experiences when they haven’t seen someone in awhile that they adore, friend and lover, alike. ->

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[罰当たり @ableedingorigin]

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Sits across from @athousandclones.

“Read this.” Hands him a scroll, surprisingly it doesn’t detail the Otsutsuki’s coveted existence or hidden agenda, but the plights of a coterie a ways off from the leaf.

“Tell me what you think.”

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[罰当たり @ableedingorigin]

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- which is why he only knocked once, parked his back against the small wall alongside the door, and stood by.

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There was a meeting to be held with Naruto - as usual - per his tendency to handle important affairs first, a proneness that stripped his personal life down to the bone and soon, there wasn’t to be much left but a hardened man with no reprieve from his seriousness.+ㅤ

[罰当たり @ableedingorigin]

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This wasn’t her office - a patient’s room instead - otherwise he’d have simply entered. Despite how little he spends around here, he realizes how much she values her work and the people she helps. He doesn’t mind waiting outside for an extended period - +

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@athousandclones ㅤ

“Fatherhood…marriage…” Interlocks his fingers.
“What… what exactly makes you a husband, or a father?—What makes you better at being the two? I see you with Himawari and it looks easy, then I try, and I end up falling flat—and Sakura…she, she…” he pauses.

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@athousandclones ㅤ

Flat as can possibly be to retain the image of a restrained man without many tethers to emotion. However, lately guilt has stirred within him and crawled into his throat, and at this very moment, uses his mouth as an outlet to escape its prison. ->

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