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“She’s really not bright, huh? Must be the Uchiha genes.”
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raichoose-moved · 3 years
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Tea Meme - Accepting
@vipcridae​​ asked: 🍵 //kabu
The tea appears to be such a dark shade of black that it might as well be ink - or so it seems, anyway. It’s actually a very dark purple, with the occasional flicker of gold, though the only way to realize such a truth is to examine it closely, and few wish to. Indeed, he notices that most seem to recoil from this drink as if it were poison, for this blend bears the name of a Shinobi so infamous and deadly as to strike fear into the hearts of even the most battle-hardened warriors. 
Not him, however. 
Long ago, Orochimaru had offered him a metaphorical chalice from which to drink, and he hadn’t known what it contained - maybe an elixir of eternal life, maybe the deadliest of poisons - and after hesitating, he’d taken a sip, then a swallow, and how well had it all paid off.
There’s no hesitation now.
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Kabuto finds himself drinking continuously, scarcely coming up for air. Because, much like the real Orochimaru, the tea he has now is wonderful and complex, its flavors shifting as a treat for those who dare dive in, and yet not clashing at all, as if this blend was created to symbolize how eagerly he accepts and wants all parts of his spouse - light hints of lavender, a nod to their past; suddenly seeming to become the boldness of blackberry and rum and almond, which would be deadly if it tasted bitter; ending with a floral flavor, evoking images of the gardens Sannin and medic strolled though in their blissful and peaceful eternity.  
Kabuto’s health is fully restored. 
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xmedicus · 4 years
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The pale pink petals of a cherry blossom tree drift down around him; a small group of their closest loved ones stand in two small arcs, creating a pathway through the grass and flowers; summoned serpents that have been there for each of them even in the darkest of days slither close; and, of course, their two wonderful sons are right up front, having given him their blessing long ago.
And yet, in this very moment - in spite of all the warmth and beauty and love that surrounds him - he only sees one person, the epitome of all that is warm and beautiful and loving to him, as if everything and everyone else has vanished.
He can hardly wait for them to approach, for how badly does he want to run up to them, scoop his beloved bride-to-be into his arms, carry them and hold them and say the sweetest of words and vows, just for them -
But, it is their wedding, and Kabuto and Orochimaru have already done so much to be able to have this blissful little ceremony, undisturbed by the world; he won’t technically ruin it by galloping up to skip right to the end, to the best part, where medic and Sannin become husband and wife. 
And isn’t this just a dream come true anyway?
Isn’t it even better than anything he could dream of?
It truly is, with the way Kabuto doesn’t even try to stop from tearing up as they gracefully walk towards him.
He’s not a Shinobi today, after all - he’s a father to two perfect boys, and a groom to one perfect person, and if asked (and even if not), he’ll boast to the heavens that moments just like this are the ones that really make life worth living.
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Wearing the gentlest and warmest of smiles, Kabuto reaches out to take Orochimaru’s hands in his as they draw near. “You look beautiful, Hebi ... I guess Mitsuki was right when he said I shouldn’t see you today, not until this very moment. Dreams will never compare to the real Orochimaru.” A wink (even as he’s visibly crying tears of joy). “No one can. I love you.”
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“ ... Sakura and Sasuke’s kid doesn’t know who the Akatsuki were?”
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Unprompted - Always Accepting
@vipcridae​ asked: 
He had always told them these trees reminded him of them. Cherry blossom leaves filtering down from their high branches, and dusting the serpents long raven hair. He had told them the story of why these flowers remind him of them, for how the serpent had turned quizzical at first. No one ever looked at them and saw a delicate beauty, no one saw them as anything close to innocent petals that prettied up the area. They were the feared one, the despised one, envied and called upon only because they could and would be merciless and unstoppable in the wars to come. They had been called beautiful, but not in any way that could be called complimentary. 
Still, while these flowers may remind him of them, these gardens remind them of him. Every cobbled footpath, every shade offering tree, every blooming flower and lily on still ponds, every winding vine and every critter scurrying in and out from the bushes. This was his creation. His project. They know which plants are poisonous, since they had asked for those additions, necessary ingredients for necessary experiments. And they stay clear of those areas now. 
Sitting beneath the largest cherry blossom tree, with a little girl who looks just like them, save for the thicker and fluffier long hair on her head, “is it not to your liking, this song?” they ask her, slender fingers and painted black nails pausing on the strings of their koto, as their daughter grows restless of sitting and listening to the music in the gardens. They reach forward to correct a strand of her black hair, and to offer her a gentle but teasing smile, “you’re the one who asked me to come and play out here, Nono dear,” they say, though they have no impatience when it comes to their own little one. 
It is only a few moments later however, that the sound of her father can be heard. Having evidently followed the melody of strings to his family. And that is when the serpents smile really grows, impressed and endeared at once. 
“Ah, you heard your father. You’re a talented one aren’t you?” they say, kissing her forehead, before releasing her hand that they had took so she could barrel through the bushes and surprise her father before he reached them. She always grew restless with excitement when she heard her father, though he was never away for long, she preferred him being there than even attending to short tasks. Finally, they see him emerge in to the small garden they sit in, where they abandon their Koto, approaching to kiss their husband beneath his favourite tree, “you’re in trouble with Mitsuki you know. He wanted to go with you today,” they tease, though it not the father’s fault. His son had slept in, and had ample time to request he go with before the morning time. Last minute requests were typical of him. But being accused was the role of the parent at times. One simply had to be patient with their young ones and their teenage mood swings. Nono has scrambled in to her father’s arms, where she also gets a kiss from her mother, “we’ll have to make it up to him. Plan a day as the family hm? My parole has been especially blind today.”
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Kabuto hears the sound of his spouse’s gentle koto-playing, and he instantly follows the melody to where Orochimaru and little Nono can be found. When she runs towards him, their daughter is scooped into his arms - aside from the round frames she needs to see and the very fluffy and thick nature of her hair, both traits she’s gotten from him, Nono looks exactly like her golden-eyed mother. 
Kabuto presses one kiss to the little girl’s forehead, another to Orochimaru’s lips. 
“I did want to wait for Mitsuki, but I’m afraid I was running late, and I didn’t want to wake him, not when sleep is so very important. I’ll be sure to bring him to the orphanage with me next time. He’s a wonderful helper, and of course I’ll never pass up the opportunity to bond with my little ones - our little ones.”
He nuzzles his pretty viper’s cheek, then. “Speaking of ... A family day sounds wonderful. You, Rogu, Mitsuki, and Nono ... There’s no one who’s ever walked this earth, or who ever will, that I’d rather be with. Where shall we go? Your parole is inept on a good day, after all, so we ought to take advantage of their blindness.” 
Then, Kabuto moves to scoop up Orochimaru as well, delicately balancing his spouse and their child in his arms.
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“Let’s go round up our sons. I’m sure they’ll want to give their input on our impromptu venture.” He winks, as a way to show that his following words are simply a familial jest. “And, lest we forget, I do need to grovel for Mitsuki’s forgiveness. How it pains me to think he might resent me!” 
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“The Hokage is only a Genin.”
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“People who insult the spouses of others for daring to have flaws are scum. The ones we love don’t need to be perfect; they just need to be perfect for us.”
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Spooning! - Not Accepting 
@vipcridae​​ asked: "Little spoon" // Kabu
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Nighttime has fallen over Otogakure, and a certain medic is eager to spend this dark, cool, peaceful night with his eternal beloved. 
Kabuto slips into Orochimaru’s bed, wrapping his arms around them, gently tucking their svelte form into the curve of his body. He knows they won’t strike, in spite of their technically vulnerable position - because there’s no doubt that they have the sound of his footsteps and the feel of his touch memorized after all these years, because their senses are far too attuned to their surroundings to be tricked by anyone simply walking into the sanctity of their bedroom, and because the summoned serpents that permanently reside in Orochimaru’s home would alert them to any potential or actual threats, and a threat to them he would never be.
Still -
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“It’s me, honey.” Kabuto’s tone is warm and reassuring, and certainly loving. “Only me. I hope you don’t mind ... I just want to hold you for a few minutes. Such a long day, we had ... ”
(Minutes would surely turn to hours, of course, and he’d welcome that without a moment’s hesitation.)
He kisses the nape of their neck. “I’m surprised you went to bed before I did - not that I’m complaining, of course. I know you’re awake, and that just means we can cuddle. And what could be nicer than that?” 
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Kabuto almost pretends not to see Shizune. Moments where he’s allowed to leave the Leaf unsupervised are extremely rare, to the extent that he believes his request to attend a flower festival in the Land of Snow by himself was approved by a mere fluke. In his eyes, if she’s not here to enjoy the festivities, then she simply must be here to bring him back to his cage, free of bars and locks as Konoha may be. 
However, when there’s a brief commotion caused by a snake amongst some roses - a commotion he simply must involve himself in, not wishing to see a curious serpent harmed by needlessly frightened shopkeepers - Kabuto assumes he’s drawn too much attention to himself to just ignore Shizune entirely. 
“ ... Good afternoon,” he says, once the snake has been returned to a safer patch of grass. “I - take it you’re here to see the flowers, too? It’s ... nice that this country has come even closer to becoming the Land of Spring.” 
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raichoose-moved · 3 years
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PLATONIC TOUCH - Not Accepting
@vipcridae​ asked: Looping their arm around mine’s waist and leaning against mine’s back //kabu
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The sun sets over Otogakure, and Kabuto watches the oranges and pinks of the sky from where he stands in the garden. Technically, he’s meant to be watering a few more plants, but the sheer bliss of his time here prompts him to pause, to just bask in the life he loves.
 He’s glad he’s come back here - it’s home.
(For is home not where the heart is?)
Orochimaru’s footsteps are silent, cat-like, particularly on the pleasant paths of the garden - but Kabuto has lived with them for so long that he just knows when they’re approaching. As they loop their arms around his waist, leaning against his back, he sighs contently.
“I love you, Hebi.” He turns around in their arms, fully embracing his spouse. “Want to help me finish up here so we can go for a walk? It’s too nice out to go back inside ... ”
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raichoose-moved · 3 years
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does this mean he’ll be boruto’s stepdad someday
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raichoose-moved · 3 years
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Bruise Meme - Not Accepting
@vipcridae​ asked: “It’s nothing.” //Kabu
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He takes their arm, intent on preventing them from leaving. He’s an accomplished medic, yes, but Kabuto doesn’t need a trained eye to recognize bruising.
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“That doesn’t look like nothing. What happened? - And don’t tell me it was a training accident, because I’m certain you would have just said so if it was.”
He sounds stern, uncompromising, but it’s all born from worry. Ever since Orochimaru and Kabuto had decided to rekindle their past relationship, he’s been nervous, overprotective ...
... Intent on keeping them safe, no matter the threat.
“Tell me. Please.” His voice softens. “No more secrets, remember? Let me help you ... ” 
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Pick 3, Write 3
Pick three icons at random and then write lines corresponding with each one
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“Damn it ... She came back sooner than I anticipated. I need a distraction ... ”
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“What did you just say about my partner?”
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“ ... Is that ... Mother? No ... No, it can’t be, she ... ”
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Unprompted - Always Accepting
A Shy Heart asked: I mean the guy who completely DESTROYED all 7 swordsmen of the mist in the 3rd shinobi war was only a genin too.
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“I didn’t say that one’s rank could be equated to one’s power. I simply wished to poke fun at Naruto.” 
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raichoose-moved · 3 years
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“ ... ”
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