(1 – anonymous – Team Seven, Ghostbusters!AU, crazy tech that’s ‘probably’ safe)
“It’s a ghost vacuum,” Shikako explains of the series of tubes and canisters that Naruto prods curiously, “It has a ninety six percent chance of siphoning and containing a ghost possessing anything, even a person.”
“What’s the other four percent?” Sasuke asks dubiously.
Shikako grins, wide and completely suspicious, “Well… it might just suck out the user’s soul instead–but that’s within the margin of error, so the ghost vacuum is totally safe!”
(2 – anonymous – Shikako & Yoshino, Stars Also Dream ‘verse, Yoshino tries out Shikako’s ‘lightsaber’)
As far as your daughter is concerned, you are not a kenjutsu specialist, but she see’s no harm in letting you try out her newest sword.
It activates with an eerily similar sound, but no accompanying vibration in the Force–fuinjutsu, not crystals, and your daughter didn’t make it herself, but you think the yellow blade suits her.
You deactivate and return it after a moment, hand clenching around emptiness: nothing will compare to your own lightsaber.
(3 – anonymous – Sakako & Itachi, Walking Around ‘verse, fluffy)
Dad summons hawks, Mum summons deer–even if the deer contract didn’t have to go back to the Nara clan, neither of them feel right to her.
Itachi-oji sits beside her on the veranda, calm and translucent like the steam rising from her tea cup.
Silence is as much a part of their relationship as talking; after a few minutes, Itachi-oji suggests, “What about cats?”
(4 – anonymous – Shikako & Chiyako, admiration)
It’s not too surprising, really, admiration for childhood heroes turning into respect as she gets older.
Shikako-nee is kind and smart and strong, a credit to the village and her clan, a good role model for a young girl, even the future Aburame matriarch.
Chiyako keeps the friendship bracelet long after the thread has worn away.
(5 – anonymous – Academy Teacher Shino, Next Gen DoS, landscape changing legacy)
Shino comes to the Academy early in the morning to prepare for the day, a bit of calm before the chaos that makes up his class.
Amusingly, he knows many of this class comes by it naturally: the children of his friends, all of whom have less than orderly dispositions.
He chuckles, sound muffled by the collar of his coat, bringing out the detailed map of the Elemental Nations–today’s lesson is about his friends’ other legacies.
A/N: I think I’d like to slow down on the Three Sentence Fic Meme for now, maybe only one or two more installments, so put your last prompt in the askbox today.
Post Word Count: 344, Running Word Count: 2439