//oops early class tomorrow uh goodnight everyone

blackbackedjackal:

Wolf Children: Ame & Yuki(2013)

//No but should I watch Wolf Children? I’ve had mixed reviews of it

//okay, you know what it’s like?? it’s one of those movies that you watch with tears on your face for like, the entire time, and it’s one of those movies that really sticks with you. Like, DVDs are really expensive here, and i bought the damn sucker. It’s fantastic. And sure, there are criticisms on it, but i really think it’s one of the most unique and beautiful movies i have seen in a long, long time

and i love it to death ;n; 

rainboozumaki:

gonnabehokage:

"Well, i can ask Sakura-chan. I mean, she looooves doing lots of extra checkups and stuff on me all the time when i’m in here, so we might have to sneak you out the window as soon as she says you’re okay to go, aha…"

It wasn’t even a joke. He’d sneaked out of the hospital enough times to become notorious for it, and he had no doubt that anybody he was visiting was under the same careful watch. He wouldn’t be surprised if there was a seal on that door preventing any of his Great Escapes with Nagato in tow.

"Hang on, you just, uh, stay here. I’m gonna see if i can go find Shizune nee-chan or someone to let you go." It felt weird standing up after being seated for so many hours at a time, and Naruto stretched his arms high above his head, felt his back pop in several places, and offered Nagato a crooked, somewhat sheepish smile before leaving the room in search of Nagato’s liberator. 

     ”Sneak out?” Nagato tilted his head curiously. That sounded kind of fun, actually. He wondered if he was supposed to know who this Sakura person was.

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    “Alright,” he said as Naruto stood from the chair and stretched. He heard several things pop and wondered just how long the younger man had been sitting there. He filed away the other name Naruto mentioned, trying to grasp onto anything that might help him remember things, or at least help him get by in this unfamiliar place.

While Naruto was gone, Nagato looked at his hands again, picking at the scratchy tape that the held the IV on his hand. When he did, he noticed that both of his arms were wrapped up in white bandages with black ink markings scribbled all over them. Examining them curiously, Nagato wondered what medical purpose they were supposed to serve. His arms didn’t hurt; but then again, neither did any other part of him. He heard the hospital door open again, and looked up to see if it was Naruto returning.

"Okay!" Naruto declared as he walked into the room, closed the door behind him, and kept walking. Past his chair, past Nagato, straight to the window, which he tested by hooking his fingers beneath the latch and experimentally tugging at it. "Shizune nee-chan said they wanna keep you for a while longer, to run tests and stuff so i say we get outta here before Sakura-chan comes to make sure we don’t!”

He may fear the wrath of Sakura-chan, but there was also only so much bedside sitting he could handle in a single week, and Naruto was all hospital-ed out. His hospital quota was filled for a good month! Six months, even! The longer he went without the smell of antiseptic in his nose and the discomfort of the overhead lights, the better!

"I mean, they know where we live if they wanna come check up on you, so- hey!" To his surprise, the window slid open without any resistance, and Naruto hesitated before reluctantly sticking his hand outside. When no jutsu or trap sprang into action, he became a bit bolder, and stuck his head out instead.

"Huh. Ya’know, i was really expectin’ some sort of adventurous escape here, ‘ttebayo.”

He was almost disappointed. 

"Sing again."

iamsharingansasuke:

gonnabehokage:

iamsharingansasuke:

It shouldn’t have shocked him this much that Naruto had heard him. They were living together after all.

It hadn’t, in any way, been a happy song, instead it sounded more like the songs civilian wives would sing, waiting for the soldiers to come home. It was a ballad he’d heard his mother often sing. Not because she’d been miserable or waiting, but because she simply liked it. Sasuke however, was singing it for the sentimental value.

“And I sleep alone.

I cry alone.

And it’s so hard livin’ here on my own. So please, come home soon.

Come home soon..

I know that we’re together.

Even though we’re far apart.

And I’ll wear our lucky penny ‘round my neck.

Pressed to my heart.”

He glanced over his shoulder at the blond, then back at the vegetables he was cutting. With a sigh he shook his head. "I didn’t know you were listening." He might as well have said he wouldn’t have sung if he’d known..

"Oh." For someone known far and wide to be an unstoppable chatterbox, it was amusing how easily Sasuke could strike Naruto silent. The blond stood in the doorway, seemingly enchanted enough to leave his room but cautious enough of Sasuke’s space to enter the kitchen, with his arms loosely crossed and his shoulder pressed ever so slightly against the door frame. He wasn’t sure what to say to that. He’d never had a mother to sing songs for him to remember, after all. Did Sasuke miss her? He must; she was his mother, after all. 

"Is there any more to it?" Finally breaking whatever spell he was under, the Uzumaki stepped into the kitchen, but moved to sit on one of the chairs at the small table instead of standing beside the other. He watched as Sasuke finished cutting up the vegetables and pushed them into the pan, not even bothering to ask what he was cooking. It was vegetables. He’d eat them to shut the other up after half an hour of arguing, and the cycle would repeat itself come breakfast. 

How come Sasuke could only ever manage to do that when he wasn’t trying to though? Countless of times he had wanted to shut the blond up and no tried act would prevail.. 

Sasuke just stares at Naruto, actually wondering what went on in his head. He could tell he wasn’t exactly thinking anything joyous. He had that serious look about him. One that Sasuke had sorely needed to get used to, but he acted as if he was celebrating it, in the guise of having him ‘grow up’.

"More..?" He frowned. "What do you mean? — It’s a war song my mother sang in a time of relevant peace. It’s sappy and motherly. I heard it a lot around the time I was five or six. That’s it.." What more was there? It was a sad song, a ballad, and— Oh. He meant words, Sasuke realized. 

The frown stayed.

"Hn. Yes, it has another verse." That didn’t mean that he was about to sing it to Naruto. He had no desire to sing knowing someone was listening. He knew, however, that it was hard to take Naruto’s mind off something once he’d gotten it set.

"You remembered a song for that long?" Genuinely impressed, the blond leaned forwards, elbows pressed to the table and whiskered cheeks resting between his palms. His ankles crossed beneath the chair, signifying that the Uzumaki wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon. At least, not until he’d heard the rest of that song. Sasuke’s singing voice was pretty decent, and, well…. it was nice to hear someone singing in his kitchen while they prepared food. It made his home seem a little bit more alive, and Naruto never thought he’d see the day when there was someone else in his house making casual noise. 

"Do you remember the rest of it?" Though it wasn’t very subtle, it was at least more polite than asking Sasuke to finish the song outright. The Uchiha wasn’t the sort of person to really share precious memories like that, preferring to keep them to himself for whatever reasons. Best friends they may be, but Naruto quite often found that his knowledge on Sasuke’s personal life was painfully limited. Less now that they were living together, but the past was the past, and the Uchiha was surprisingly good at keeping it that way. 

Well, now, at least. 

"So was Kuramu nice enough to not torture you for your birthday, Naruto?"

bubblebeamandtheslug:

gonnabehokage:

gonnabehokage:

"Ah, well, he spent most of the day tellin’ me that ‘that much ramen is gonna kill you Naruto!’ So he wasn’t too bad, i guess…”

"Ah, well…." His scowl softens into a fond, somewhat distant smile, and the blond lowers his hands to tug absently at the hem of his jacket. "I used to. He died a little while ago, but i don’t think those bathhouses are gonna be takin’ down his photos for a long time.” 

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His either, but…. it was weirdly nostalgic, to think of their metaphorical mugshots still pinned behind the service counter at several different locations across the five shinobi nations. 

"Oh… I’m sorry." He bowed his head slightly. "Do you ever go there in his memory? To actually bathe, I mean. Not to sneak peeks at people." He briefly wondered what the nine tails would think of this behaviour. But then again, it wouldn’t really be able to stop the blond, even if it wanted to. The seal was too strong.

"Go to the bathhouses? Heh, no way. Angry women are scary women! He’s got a shrine in the forest that i visit when i wanna talk to him, but… well, i don’t really leave Konoha much ‘cept for missions, so i’ve never really had the chance to go back.” 

do u ever watch wolf children and find yourself with a MIGHTY NEED for a WOLF CHILDREN AU

"If you touch me again, you're dead."

rogue—namikaze:

gonnabehokage:

rogue--namikaze:

Despite the blonde’s warning, he rushes forward, hand wide open as he slaps his twin’s back. “I’d love to see you kill me, Naruto.”

nYAH- that HURT you asshole!” Jerking forwards on his feet, the blond didn’t quite move in time to avoid the stinging slap to the center of his back. He twisted around to rub at the mark ruefully, a melodramatic scowl dragging his lips downwards. God, Menma was such a dick! 

Menma couldn’t resist but to allow a bark of laughter to slip passed his lips, index finger pointed towards the older of the pair. “C’mon Naruturd, you’re supposed to be the big brother here, a slap like that shouldn’t hurt that much.”

Indignantly, Naruto metaphorically fluffed up. His brother was trying to pick a fight, and Naruto knew the shit they’d be in if their parents caught them roughhousing again. Still, what was he supposed to do!? Let Menma be a complete ass!? No, dammit!

He was a shinobi!

He had pride!

He was throwing himself at his brother with little to no regard for his own safety-! 

"So was Kuramu nice enough to not torture you for your birthday, Naruto?"

bubblebeamandtheslug:

gonnabehokage:

gonnabehokage:

"Ah, well, he spent most of the day tellin’ me that ‘that much ramen is gonna kill you Naruto!’ So he wasn’t too bad, i guess…”

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"Well, he just acted like a perv and kept tryin’ to peek at the girls for ‘research’. And- uh, once i kinda did some ‘major structural damage' when we were trainin' and we kinda ran to skip the bill so, uh, that’s another one i can’t actually go back to…. and another time Ero-Sennin hooked up with a chick that turned out to not be a chick, so, uh, i just don’t wanna go back to that one for reasons, ‘ttebayo.”

He shook his head and sighed. What kind of company did the boy attract? Because it could clearly be better.

"He doesn’t sound like the best influence for you. And do you still… Visit these places with him?"

"Ah, well…." His scowl softens into a fond, somewhat distant smile, and the blond lowers his hands to tug absently at the hem of his jacket. "I used to. He died a little while ago, but i don’t think those bathhouses are gonna be takin’ down his photos for a long time.” 

His either, but…. it was weirdly nostalgic, to think of their metaphorical mugshots still pinned behind the service counter at several different locations across the five shinobi nations. 

"If you touch me again, you're dead."

rogue--namikaze:

Despite the blonde’s warning, he rushes forward, hand wide open as he slaps his twin’s back. “I’d love to see you kill me, Naruto.”

nYAH- that HURT you asshole!” Jerking forwards on his feet, the blond didn’t quite move in time to avoid the stinging slap to the center of his back. He twisted around to rub at the mark ruefully, a melodramatic scowl dragging his lips downwards. God, Menma was such a dick!