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#the ninjas are deadly and silent ( v ; naruto )
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How adorable are you?
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“ ... Well, I guess you’re right: I can’t deny that I have quite the adorable face.”
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raichoose-moved · 2 years
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“What’s wrong with murder? It’s the easiest way to get rid of your enemies ... ” 
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He can't get the image out of his mind.
Sasuke walking away, completely unscathed, from Orochimaru's bedroom. The blood that stained their walls, their floor, their bed. His Lord - no, his closest friend - horrifically torn to pieces by the very supposed vessel whose Sharingan they were meant to steal.
Despite the recently formed memories he's mentally subjected to, Kabuto moves quickly, making sure he isn't followed, and yet desperately traveling towards the abode of a certain artist he's come to know.
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" ... Deidara? Are you here?" Kabuto's shaking as he knocks, hoping to get some comfort, maybe even a solution, from the only other friend he has left in this world. "Please let me in. I need to talk to you."
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@vipcridae​ - Cont.
When Kabuto utters those simple words ‘is that what they have you thinking?’ the serpents expression falls away completely. Leaving a blank stare as they slip away in to their own thoughts to dissect his words, to repeat them again and again, and then to repeat their own words to try figure out what they had said to prompt his comment. It must lend the impression that he has spoken the words of treason, that the Sannin may very well report the traitor of a doctor who dares defy the mantra of the Will of Fire. Quite the opposite. Orochimaru is not horrified the doctor would oppose the status quo, they are horrified they themself may have been blindly adhering to it. Blind and ignorant. They prided themself on their independence, on their ability to break the mold and flee the prison of brainwashing and manipulation. They were the wolf, their peers were the sheep. But Kabuto, who lives removed from Konoha’s manipulations, seems to have seen a sorrowful display of brainwashed beliefs in the serpents words. They have to dive in to themself to find out where they have been tricked, but they come up a little short, so they meet the doctor’s eyes in serious curiosity. “Don’t back out of your words, I value your truthful view, not your view crafted for the sake of the laws militant ears. I have become quite good at keeping secrets from Hiruzen,” they say, not wanting to lose this moment of revelation due to legality and fears. They do not know yet if they think the doctor is right, but they are now less sure about being right themself. They take the bait of uncovering truth like a dog takes to the scent of a rabbit. “What did you mean by that? What do they have me thinking that I should not?” they ask, their golden eyes a little too bright and a little too intense now that he has piqued their inquisitive side. Curiosity that often killed not just the cat.
But they must answer his questions too, lest he can not provide them with an answer without such information, so with as much emotional distancing as one would discuss a perfect stranger, Orochimaru provides Kabuto with an answer in removed matter of fact nonchalance, “I was terrified. Every step I took could place me in the path of a trap, explosive or enemy’s blade. But I lived. I might not have without my early training.” “I am not under some manipulated belief that I owe Konoha anything. It has done little for me. Nor do I delude myself in to thinking I am some saviour when I fight its wars. I promise no civilian that I will save them, I promise only to kill their enemies. Shinobi are bringers of death, mere shinigami. It is those in your line of work who do the saving,” Orochimaru says, “I fight because it is my life that will be terminated if I do not, I fight because it is all I know how to do, because it teaches me more in a few precious seconds than any classroom does in a year. And I suppose… I fight because an unfinished war is all my parents left me, so what choice do I have, but to partake in it like it is last surviving heirloom to collect.” They pause then, before taking his hand to stop his efforts of healing them, gentle, but firm, so that the only focus is on their next question, “I do not pride myself on being right, there is nothing more important to me than discovering the truth amid our personal realities. Your words indicate I have strayed from what is real, and believed what Konoha wants me to believe. Tell me why.”
Is this a trap?
The thought repeats itself over and over again in his mind. After all, Kabuto’s experiences with the Leaf’s Shinobi and Kunoichi - few and far between as they are - have caused him to believe that voicing any potentially or even minutely treasonous views would lead to his ruin. And is Orochimaru not the best of the best?
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“Well ... I, ah ... ”
He wonders whether he can tug his hands away, only to ultimately decide to allow the Sannin to continue holding onto him.
“I mean ... Do you really think it’s ... I’m sure I don’t need to tell you how dangerous your lifestyle is, even for an adult ... So for a child, it’s bound to be even worse, and ... ” 
Kabuto tries to come up with some tactful way to word what he wants to say, in case this is some trap on Orochimaru’s part. However, as midnight eyes meet their golden pair, as he really digests what they have told him as they’ve asked just what it is he thinks they’ve been tricked into believing ...
They’re being as genuine as I am.
“ ... This doesn’t leave this room. That is your new rule to follow.” Kabuto clears his throat. “Whenever you, or anyone, tries to justify the use of children in war, even in what we are told is a necessary one ... It just - sounds like Konoha, or any village, speaking. You say you don’t owe our village anything, but I firmly believe you and every ninja is only doing what it expects of you. Why else would they train you when you were only a child? It’s easier to ... indoctrinate ... children than adults. Maybe it’s because of what I’ve been though, granted, but I firmly believe that our village’s youngest shouldn’t be raised to kill one another or to think that violence and wars are okay. If the leaders of Konoha want to fight, they can do it themselves - leave children out of it.” 
Kabuto knows Orochimaru can feel the way his hands tremble.
“I’m sorry about your parents. I ... In a way, I know how you feel. My mother fought tooth and nail to make sure I wouldn’t be shipped off to the battlefield, in spite of my skill, and she’s dead now because - because she took my place. She died because I was more important to her than the village was.” He swallows thickly. “Someone - I don’t really want to say his name. It’s silly, but it feels like he’s listening whenever I do. Anyway ... A man tried to convince me, in much more persuasive words than I’ll use now, that I needed to fight to prove her death wasn’t in vain. He almost succeeded. But when I was going through her belongings, including her glasses - these glasses ... I knew that wasn’t what my mother would have wanted me to do, maybe even if it was something I desired, and it wasn’t. Call me a coward, but the thought of being killed in some war I didn’t understand, when I was only eight? That terrified me. So I stayed here, away from the village, in my and Mother’s old house, trying to become a better medic without needing to answer to the elders because I didn’t want to be ... I didn’t describe it like this when I was a child, I saw it more as a fear of being monitored or controlled, and please don’t take offense, but nowadays I ... I ... Cannon fodder. That’s the phrase that goes through my mind. I don’t see you that way, but it feels like you’re all just ... tools ... to the ones you take orders from. Like you’re kunai that bleed and suffer, instead of children who were turned into killers.” 
He swallows thickly, then, and Kabuto finally pulls away. 
“ ... I hope I didn’t offend you. It wasn’t my intent. But you wanted the truth, and, ah, there it is. Please don’t - think I view you badly, or anything of the sort. It’s ... not you I have a problem with.” 
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raichoose-moved · 3 years
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"Every time an Uchiha opens his mouth, the circus gains a new clown."
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raichoose-moved · 3 years
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“Oh, so when Asuma dies, suddenly revenge is justified. But when I go on a revenge-fueled rampage in Orochimaru’s name or - and I can’t believe I’m saying this - Sasuke does the same thing in his clan’s name, suddenly it’s a bad thing? The Leaf is as hypocritical as ever, I see.”
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raichoose-moved · 3 years
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Laughs in 6′7″
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raichoose-moved · 3 years
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“FUCK KONOHA! ALL MY HOMIES HATE KONOHA!”
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send me   ‘ hearteyes ‘   for my muse to — without giving away names — describe someone they have a serious crush on. - Accepting
A Shy Heart asked: hearteyes - Kabuto?
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“They’re just ... They’re the most captivating person this world has ever known. Golden eyes, deadly fangs, silky hair, a perfect face and body ... Their power is legendary; to see them in battle is a true blessing ... And the way they talk, the way they think ... Such a beautiful mind, such intriguing ideals! It’s no wonder I can’t keep my eyes and thoughts off of them.”
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raichoose-moved · 3 years
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@dokuhebi​
Much like their most recent battle with Hiruzen, the weather seemed to be taking a turn for the worst. Slatted gable roofs are almost impossible to see with how thick the mist in the area hangs, streetlights and lanterns looking like eyes as they appear to float distantly, their tethers eaten by the same cloud. The stone tiled bridges that usually overlook beautiful bodies of rivers flowing throughout the village now eerily detached, the drop below the bridge could very well be interminable air, for all visibility revealed.  But for once, it is not the cold alone that is the serpents biggest problem. Against their doctors orders, they had left their chambers, the safety of their hideout, and entered the shinobi world once again. Far from being anything near recovered, their arms, bandaged from each slender finger to the narrow shoulders, hidden beneath a long kimono sleeve. Lifeless, decaying, agonized. They had thought they could push through the pain. They had thought they could try and be productive despite the restraints Hiruzen left them in his death. They had never been quite so wrong.  “I won’t make it much further now. We will stop here for the remainder of the night,” the serpent says, golden eyes cast downward from the bridge they are seated on, sheltered only by the weeping branches of a willow, tucked away behind the arched leaves and trunk. Their hand, mostly limp from the deterioration, rests in Kabuto’s. Letting him carefully unwind the bandage to inspect the damage. Already, blood seeps through in murky red, fabric which had been changed not too long ago due for another rewrap.  They wince every time the material shifts on their decaying skin, almost pulling away from him several times. If he had been any other medic, he may have been pushed in to the waters below, left to drown in the Sannin’s pain stricken temper. But he isn’t just any medic. He is a dear and trusted one, a friend - if they dare call anyone by such a title. Kabuto is barely done ridding one arm of bandages when the serpent calls for him to halt, a sharp hiss and the instinctive tug away as they retract their hand from his. The pain even too much for someone as resilient, and stubborn, as them.  Golden eyes finally look back to the man then, but despite their vulnerability, there is no lacking confidence in their gaze. There is no sense of self pity, no sense of being an injured animal sent running to lick its wounds, no sense of seeking reprieve from their current fate.  “The fact you have remained at my side, I am to assume you have full faith I will recover from this.”
“I told you so, didn’t I?” Kabuto quips, knowing very well he’s the only person who can do so and get away with it. “You’re recovering from something serious, My Lord. You mustn’t force yourself to run around.”
He carefully undoes the bandages as he speaks, frowning at the sight of Orochimaru’s arms. The Third Hokage’s Jutsu was clearly a devastating one, and he can only hope the rot doesn’t spread like some especially insidious cancer. Kabuto hopes he can re-bandage them quickly - he’s certain the cold air stings against their decaying skin - but, as he ought to have foreseen, Orochimaru soon withdraws from the pain. 
“I won’t lie to you: I don’t know when you’ll recover. I don’t even know if you’ll recover. I can only wait and see if I make a breakthrough, or, perhaps, if your next transfer undoes the damage he caused.” It’s honesty, raw and painful honesty - but his Sannin is the one person who truly deserves to hear truth from Kabuto’s lips, and anyway, they’re his friend, if he dares call anyone by such a title. And don’t friends tell one another the reality of a situation, even if it’s not what the other wants to hear?
But, he’s not stopping there, and in a bold move, he reaches out, caresses their cheek. He masks the action as being misaimed, with how he then moves down to find the pulse point of their neck -
As if he’s a doctor doing an examination, and not a young man whose near loss of someone so important to him didn’t prompt a realization in his heart. 
I’m here because I … To me, you’re …
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“ - Is that why you think I’m here? Because I know I’ll still have a job, when this is over? Or, more accurately … Do you think so little of me as to believe I’d run off the moment you might be struck by an ailment I can’t treat? I’m not some kind of lying yes-man who abandons his superiors when they suffer a loss. I told you I couldn’t fully heal this, and yet I remain, trying to ease your pain and trying to see if there’s something else I can do to save you.”
Kabuto extends his hand, an offer to remove the bandages from their other arm. 
“My presence isn’t to be taken as some sort of commentary on you. I’m here because I want to be, whatever that may be worth. I might not be as strong as you, but my loyalty is still to you, not to your status. I’ll be by your side, Orochimaru-sama, either through eternity or to the very end, and beyond even that. No matter what may happen to you, to the Sound … You’ll always have me.“
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raichoose-moved · 3 years
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“ ... Did that idiot seriously just say a hot pocket was a type of ravioli? I thought we were done with the stupid-ass ‘food takes,’ yo!”
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raichoose-moved · 3 years
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“Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me it’s not hypocritical to condone Shikamaru and condemn me, condemn Sasuke. Do you Leaf ninja not remember that Sasuke joined us because we would allow him to avenge his slaughtered family, and you would not? You lot know nothing of what actual tragedies are. Your village is just as bad as all the others, and you know it.”
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raichoose-moved · 2 years
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“The secret is that you don’t just sit there and let some random stranger shave your head. Such idiots you have all turned out to be ... We've been trained to kill, so kill.” 
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what’s your inspirational quote?
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“ ... Yeah. It was.”
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“No, actually. The effects of my hallucinogen worsen when one is under the effects of alcohol.”
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“‘Lord Third’ is useless in that regard, among others. Since when has he done anything good for the orphaned children of this village?” Such nigh-blasphemous words are mumbled, of course - Kabuto is well aware how popular the Hokage is, and it’s not as if he wants to blow his cover with his own spite - but he’s not going to forget his experiences in the process.
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Shining Armor Prompts - Not Accepting 
@vipcridae​ asked: [ KISS ] //kabu
// Thank you! Please ask before continuing. 
[ KISS ]: after having been saved from immediate danger by the receiver, the sender, in a state of intense emotion and relief, kisses them to express these feelings.
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“Orochimaru! Are you all right?!” 
He speaks frantically, terror in his eyes even as his hands are stained with the blood of a potential assassin. That someone could get into their bedroom and try to kill them, while they’re bedridden and preparing for their next body transfer - that he could get there just in the nick of time -
Yes, he knows that even at their weakest, the serpentine Sannin is still a force to be reckoned with. But that doesn’t mean he wants them to be alone, in times like these; that doesn’t mean he won’t lunge forward and brutally end the life of whoever seeks to end Orochimaru’s.
That doesn’t mean the thought of the worst-case scenario doesn’t terrify him.
“I’m here! Did he hurt you?! Talk to - Mmph!”
His words are cut short when Orochimaru’s lips crash against his - 
And Kabuto doesn’t mind at all, he kisses back as soon as the momentary shock wears off, he hugs them securely against him, their relief and the intensity of their emotions matched only by his.
“You’re okay,” he says, panting slightly as they part. “You’re okay ... I won’t let anyone hurt you. I promise. I don’t know how he got in here, but I’ll fix it, and I’ll protect you. I always will.”
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