sighs heavily.

fractumnexus:

_{A child.It was what he felt like whenever he was in her presence: a child in the care of someone who cared. He had no idea why or how or even what the point of it all was, but the teen felt as much comfort in her presence as he did with Minato.}

_{It was probably because she had been around sometimes even in his own reluctant childhood, a student of his father’s—the only one he really paid any attention to, if he had to be honest.}

_{He couldn’t help but flinch upon her touch. Whether it was because of his wounds or simply because he stillwasn’t used to her motherly affections, even he wasn’t sure. He ducked his head as soon as he could, wanting nothing more than to detract eye contact. It really was a bad idea, coming here, but——he found himself here anyway.}

_“Sorry.”

_{Another apology, despite the reassurance that he needn’t offer up such utterances. He found himself not being able to help himself, really. How many times has he made her worry? How many times has she had to scream at him for his actions, even so far as to punching him to get her point across?}

_{He never learned, not really.}

_{And just as he didn’t learn back then, he didn’t learn now, shaking his head at her insistence that they leave. It wasn’t needed. His wounds weren’t that deep, his arm being the most damaged. But he had broken his bones many a time - he knew how to handle them.}

_{Reaching out with his good hand, he grabbed her wrist, halting her movements. Even though the fabric of his frayed gloves he could feel her pulse,}

_{“It’s fine. I don’t need to go.” A pause. “I just need you to reset the bone. I’ll be fine.”}

_{He always was.}

     _{“You’re always fine.”} 

_{It was a lie, a blatant, a visible lie. Who would be fine —- a broken arm, soaked in crimson tides, wounds slightly opened painting his developed physique. Who would be fine — cuts along the defined cheeks were painfully visible — how could he call himself fine?} 

_{Not long ago since「Minato 」and the red haired woman got married, and long ever since they started their relationship bloomed the couple had longed for a child. The wish, somehow, was granted within the young Hatake’s presence — Kushina didn’t felt the sensation before, the sensation of being a mother, but with the young ANBU Captain, Kushina felt like one.}

_{Twitching, her crimson brows did and furrowed, so did her purple irises that turned a darker shade when her gaze leaned upon Kakashi once more. Honestly the  「Habanero 」was slightly moved; irritated by his response. Kushina was really, really sure that Kakashi knew that the medical field was something she was — not really good of. How she despised the lessons nurtured at the Academy back then; either the known  「Tomato 」 was heads down buried in her arms  in her desk: sleeping, or thoughts were drifted off to somewhere,  「Uzushio」, her father, mother, friends back then —- somewhere else, not solely focused on splinters, bandages, or fractures.}

             _{“You know I’m not good at that kind of things, ya know?”}

 _{Voice contained avoidance of anger, trying so hard not to grip the fine arm which her hands rested. A hospital would be so nice right now. For him.}

   _{“You. Are Coming With me.”}  

_{A scoff; she was not feeling pity for the young man, it was irritation, to be honest, and worry. A quarter of worry, worry like a mother should. Responsibility —- he was one of hers, a part of her life, and he needed to be taken care of, since he had it so hard for a young age. Just like her.}

                    _{“Whether you like it or not, you will come with me to the hospital. Understand?” A sigh. “Now get your ass off mycouch and let’s get moving to get you healed, young man.”} 

baka-naruto:

[/Lunges in for a hug.] 

_{『Catches and hugs because she misses her baby boy. 』}

naru-uzumaki:

_{Did he? There was no way he could resist hearing some of these stories, especially when it came to his father. “Tell me, kaa-chan! Tell me dattebayo!” Words came out in an excited manner, ears opening up so he could retain everything his mother was about to tell him.}

_{Fragments of the past flashed in the red head’s memory, the very night of the 「Kiiroi Senko 」 confessing before the present jinchuuriki by that time on a boat, almost naked as they lay down before the starry sky. Digits clasped to her chin, a soft smile tugging at her lips.}

    _{“Etou…”} 

      _{“He said he would never turn his back to me… And then there were some chit chat, then he even told me that he wouldn’t care if I was from another planet, or even get all the blood I need if his wasn’t enough if I was a some kind of fiend who’ll turn out during full moon, get all the bricks and timber needed for us to start by sunrise to rebuild whirlpool and stuffs, and he said that he’d rather die with me than to leave me dattebane… Funny that he didn’t know I was a jinchuuriki by that time ‘ttebane…”}

legendary-deviant:

 ⟨  •  ⟩ ―

  “_{Dammnit Kushina!}

        _{Everybody don’t listen to her, I swear it’s all illegal ALL FOR THE GOOD OF ENTERTAINMENT!”}

_{“Do you even think someone will listen to you, sensei?”} 

_{“Do you really even think, sensei?”}

haneuma–buckingdino:

Be sure to keep your windows open.

_{tell me more about it dear}

senkoh:

^[/follows]

_{[/flops to bed and snuggles with her pillows]}

_{“Ah~! I love my bed soooo much!!”}