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Oh, thanks anon!
~Team Seven~ actually has seven people now, isn’t it great?
「(•⌒▽⌒•)ゞ
Oh, thanks anon!
~Team Seven~ actually has seven people now, isn’t it great?
When asked, Nara stares blankly at them, silent and unimpressed, Uzumaki laughs, grin wide and sharp, while Uchiha closes his eyes as if their questions were of no concern.
Hatake is the only one that talks, but they almost wish he had kept his mouth shut instead.
After all, when trying to confirm the number of enemies, hearing a noncommittal answer is less than reassuring.
—
“There are only four Lucky Sevens,” one of the captors say, brash and absolutely wrong.
Kakashi smiles, pointedly–somehow still obvious through the mask they’ve oddly let him keep–enough that the man notices and stutters out, “A-aren’t there?”
“Well, if you say so, the other three must not be very lucky then.”
—
“Their comms have been destroyed,” Sai says bluntly, smile on his face; he once read that smiling could help soften bad news.
Yamato sighs, face palming, while Sakura barely resists doing the same–she’s only here to temporarily help the team, auxiliary member only, and yet…
Once this matter is cleared up, she promises to never complain about Anko-sensei’s choice of jobs again.
—
Their jailers are not so stupid as to keep them in the same cells, but that doesn’t make very much difference.
There’s a pipe running along the corner of Shikako’s cell, up and through the wall–she doesn’t have her gear with her, but demolition isn’t the goal right now.
The clinking of handcuffs against the pipe is answered with more clinking from beyond the wall.
—
Sakura is more used to following after Anko-sensei’s trail of destruction, her students near invisible in comparison, or enjoying the absolute silence of Yakumo’s technological illusions.
Just walking up and talking her way into a place is not a method she’s comfortable with, but it appears to be working.
“I’m Agent Tenzo, this is my partner Sai, and our trainee,” Yamato says with way more confidence than she’s ever seen from him, “we’re here to follow up on the explosion on the docks.”
—
Naruto’s restraints are over the top–elbow to fingertips behind his back–they see his muscles, the breadth of his shoulders, and think he’s the fighter on the team.
They are wrong.
He snickers, even as he curls up and tears at the hem of his trousers with his teeth, lock pick at the ready.
—
Yamato looks around, steadily getting more worried and angry at what he sees:
The flaming wreckage of crates and warped metal of shipping containers aren’t a surprise, but there are bullet casings littering the grounds like shiny deadly confetti.
Kakashi-senpai doesn’t use guns, and neither does his team.
—
Sasuke knocks his handcuffs against the pipe in a repetitive sequence, resigned to waiting for one of his teammates to get him.
Normally, he’d be all for fighting his way out, even with his hands tied behind his back, but normally he doesn’t have a gunshot wound sending spikes of pain with every breath.
Well, better him than his teammates.
—
The comms have been destroyed, but that doesn’t mean the secret hidden trackers have.
Of course, Sai’s not supposed to have trackers on the team–Naruto has explained it’s a violation of privacy or something irrelevant like that–but this just proves him right.
With Yamato-taichou distracted by the authorities and Sakura by the blood on the ground, Sai takes out his tablet and finds the rest of the team.
—
Kakashi contemplates the nature of life, twirling his set of handcuffs around one finger and waiting patiently.
He could just break out and go find his adorable students on his own, but he’s meant to be a teacher now and how will they learn if he does everything for them?
He waits another twelve minutes and is rewarded by the sounds of gangsters screaming.
—
The three of them get to the warehouse district in time to hear screaming and gunfire and, unsurprisingly, explosions.
The local authorities are trailing after them by a good ten minutes, nowhere near as fearless behind the wheel as Sai–though Yamato and Sakura would prefer if he had a little bit more fear, clutching at the oh shit handles with white-knuckled hands–so they have until then to clear out their wayward teammates and frame the gangsters.
No problem.
~
A/N: Fill for this anon; I tried to do some kind of three sentence fic non-powered criminal!AU because this rant, but I didn’t flesh it out enough, I think, so it’s kinda…
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I took a nap yesterday that straight up turned into a 15+ hour sleep so… my bad.
Well… the best way to contact Silver Queen regarding a flame would be to leave a review of your own? I’m pretty sure DoS still allows anonymous reviews. You can try something like “Hey SQ, don’t even mind that flamer, DoS is great. I especially love this part of this chapter when…”
I don’t know what else to say, anon, but when it comes to fanfic the best way to fight hate is with love. Writers will eventually get flames–I’ve gotten flames and I’m not even that particularly popular or prolific in comparison to SQ. So give her something else to think about instead. Write an in-depth review about what you liked about a chapter or the fic as a whole, those are always more memorable than a short “Love your fic, fuck that flamer, they don’t even know what they’re talking about,” because that will just bring attention back to the flame itself.
I mean, presumably you’re reading it off FF.net, right? Accounts are free there, it’s pretty easy to make one. So there’s a Private Messaging system on there if you want something more direct than a review. Most fic hosting sites have a way to flag comments either as spam or something like that, so you can try that as well? Or you can send a message over to @dosbysilverqueen, since SQ is also an admin there and at least its a little more direct than having me be middle man. I mean, I’ll still see it since I am the other admin, but jacksgreysays is my personal writing blog whereas dosbysilverqueen is specifically for DoS.
Not that I don’t appreciate being considered some kind of DoS shepherd or an embassy for DoS fans, but there were a lot of other ways to go about doing this anon.
Her dreams are sepia toned.
Gently aged,
memories muted and soft.
Nostalgic.She dreams of bright sunshine,
trees and flowers,
fluffy clouds in blue skies.
Laughter.Dreams of love, joy, and hope.
Hoarded, preserved,
doled out in hard times.
Treasured.Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming.
Life passes her by,
the beeping of monitors.
Constant.—
Let me go, let me go,
says the lark to the elm.
No, says the elm,
for you do not know yet how to fly.Let me try, let me try,
says the lark to the elm.
No, says the elm,
for you will surely fall to the ground.Let me fall, let me fall,
says the lark to the elm,
At least I will have had
the wind under my wings just once.No, says the elm,
Fly or fall, you will leave,
to where I cannot follow.
And I could not bear to lose you.I will return, I will,
says the lark to the elm,
To your branches or to your roots,
I will always return to you.
Thanks, anon! I’m glad you like my writing 🙂
Hm let’s see soulmate AUs I’m fond of…
I actually only recently learned of the “whatever is written on your soulmate shows up on your skin as well”!AU (aka the Protean Charm Soulmates!AU as I call it for brevity) but I really like how adaptable it is. Like, each relationship is different and this method of soulmate AU can reflect each unique relationship in turn.
Like, even without having other people involved, do the soulmates write to each other? If so, how often? Who writes more? Or, if not, why not? Is there a language/literacy barrier? Is one just naturally more reticent than others?
Other than that I’m also fond of the “first words”!AU and the “sting of fate”!AU for opposing reasons:
“First words”!AU just has a very strong sense of attention and fleeting–you and your soulmate WILL meet and this WILL be their first words to you, but you also have no idea who or when that will be so you always have to pay attention. For some people, the phrase will be something innocuous, for others it’ll be wild.
I also kind of want to explore the idea of blanks in this universe. Are they people without soulmates? Are they people who have soulmates but won’t meet them for reasons (perhaps they’re fated to die before they meet)? Are they people whose soulmates can’t speak? (And, for that matter, how is mutism/muteness treated in this universe?… though I’d be hesitant to broach this topic since I myself am not mute and wouldn’t want to appropriate a disability and no doubt misrepresent it for a fic)
Conversely in “string of fate”!AU, I like the solidity of it. Whether you go with the “everyone can see your string” or “only soulmates can see the string” versions of it. You have a string? You have a soulmate. No string? No soulmate. Very flat out.
You may not meet, but you have one and you even know in what vague direction they are. Maybe some people will be more proactive and search for their soulmate, follow the string. Maybe some people will let fate decide. Maybe some people can’t leave and find comfort in knowing their soulmate is out there, somewhere. Maybe some people don’t care.
As for other AUs… like… I’m assuming not established media such that it would be a crossover/fusion (which I’ve already gone over in length here)…
For epic fantasy/sci-fi worlds, I really like putting the characters into non-powered!AUs, especially. Well, actually, I guess technically this is established media, but a Notting Hill!AU? I encountered the AU in fandom before the realizing it was an actual movie, but basically it’s about a famous actor and a bookstore owner meeting and falling in love and the whole disparity between their worlds.
I once read a fic which expanded the movie further to include more characters in more roles, so it’s this balance between who is the actor, who is the bookstore owner, which characters fall on either side of the divide for the intents of the AU. For example, with a Shikako/Gaara version, that one’s pretty obvious–Gaara as the actor, Shikako as the bookstore owner, and the respective village lines falling into place. But for a Shikako/Sasuke version?
I mean, Shikako would still be the bookstore owner (because stage fright) but which characters are part of “Sasuke’s world” and which are part of Shikako’s. Where does Naruto go? Kakashi-sensei?
I’m also pretty fond of modern royalty!AU for the same celebrity vs common person disparity.
I also enjoy stuffing super powered people into office spaces–general corporate workers, or lawyers, or minor government positions (a la Parks and Rec)–because inter-office drama is hilarious when it’s fictional. As the apparent success of either versions of The Office can attest to. And, sure, you can set things on fire in your original world but not here, friend, not here.
Conversely “real world” criminals is kind of nice, but with less emphasis on the crime and more on the team building (a la Leverage).
Ooh, okay, last one anon because I realize how rambly I’ve gotten: The florist and tattoo artist!AU, but the version where you swap the “obvious” designations. That one is so fantastic! I mean, I know not very much about either occupations, but I’ve read some fantastic iterations and they’re just the best. The best. Can replace florist for baker, but yes. Excellent. 🙂
😀 Thanks, anon! They’re very much a different sort of couple than those I’ve already written, so scary power couple does sound about right.
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It’s true, a Shikako/Neji ship doesn’t really translate to fluff. Like, at all. They both honed themselves into weapons and appreciate/respect the other as such to soften themselves, unlike with Gaara or Sasuke, who Shikako has actively tried to guide away from them thinking that way about themselves.
People who got hurt and scarred over, skin tougher and gnarled, but no less alive for having been injured once. Neji having to recover from his parent(s? He has no mother?) death as a child and carving out a life for himself under the shadow of the Hyuuga Clan’s hierarchy. Shikako constantly aware of the incoming shit storm and preparing herself for it.
Another reason why I’m so upset at Neji not surviving in canon (besides his life continuously sucking and the lack of justice, his and the Branch Family’s plight brushed under the rug with his death) is that we didn’t get to see how exactly he would adapt to peace time.
aka, Shikako and Neji’s Revolutionary Crusade of Fuinjutsu and Great Justice
—
She’ll admit it wasn’t a particularly noble beginning–certainly not on her end–it wasn’t outrage at injustice, or empathy for the oppressed.
It wasn’t even the opposite: scheming to overthrow the largest and most powerful clan in Konoha, or gain the allegiance of over a hundred people with a blood limit.
It was just curiosity… and not a small amount of ego. Riding the high of her own ability.
Because if she could outmaneuver Danzo, could best Orochimaru in sealing, could survive battle against a literal goddess–
(could defy death over and over again)
–what were the Hyuuga clan’s laws to her?
—
TenTen is a fuinjutsu master in her own right, though with a different specialty and style.
She’s been friends and teammates with Neji for so many years, as close to family as she’s ever known–she has nearly as much a stake in his freedom as he himself does.
But she is an orphan without a last name; the Byakugan has great worth to Konoha.
—
Neji has long since changed his view on fate.
Or, at least, his relationship to it.
He still thinks fate exists, but who is he to say what it might be? Who is he to say who will fail and who will succeed?
Lee has long since surpassed the predictions a younger, brattier Neji had once made for him. So, too, has his cousin grown into her potential despite his pessimistic bullying.
He has watched, time and time again, as his friends and his village have defied the odds–rejected what should have been their fated ends–and lived despite everything against them.
But perhaps that is fate. Perhaps fate is kinder than he thought. Beneath his forehead protector is a curse, but perhaps fate will be kind to him this once.
But if its not–if fate is not kind–then he will do as he has been taught and fight against it with all he has.
—
Sai has a scar on his tongue, a remnant of the seal of secrecy that all ROOT members once had.
Given the placement and size, it’s not noticeable at all–more importantly, it doesn’t hinder his ability to speak.
Sai has a scar on his tongue, a remnant of Shikako’s attempts to remove the ROOT seal of secrecy.
—
Shikako has many secrets, some of which she shares and some of which she will keep beyond her last breath.
One of them is simply this: she did nothing to save Neji’s life.
Oh, she never put him in harms way, always had his back in battle–she treated him the way she treated all of her friends and allies.
She would’ve died for him, if such a thing had been necessary, but she never went out of her way to save his life. Never warned him of his future, never even hinted at the possibility.
She did nothing.
And yet, somehow, he still lives.
She doesn’t know if this is some kind of apology that only she’ll understand, belated and inexplicable as it may be. Doesn’t know if this is out of guilt or some sense of debt…
But she thinks: late though it may be, she should do something.
—
Lee remembers the first time he actively noticed Shikako–surrounded by carnage and flames, the bodies of her enemies lying at her feet.
It’s the kind of first impression that lingers, on which every interaction after that is influenced by.
No matter how approachable and helpful she is after that, Lee will always remember that at Shikako’s core is ruthlessness and efficiency.
—
It’s not as if Neji thinks Hinata will renege on her vow to change the Hyuuga clan–she is not that cruel, not like he used to be–nor does he think Hanabi, if she is to be head instead, will do the same.
But he thinks Hiashi-oji-sama must have once thought the same for his twin, for his twin’s son, and yet Neji still bears the brand.
He knows that the Main Family is more than just his uncle and his two cousins. The Hyuuga Clan is expansive, numbering in the hundreds.
While the Main Family is a small percentage of that, it is still a few dozen. A few dozen who can inflict pain or death on the Branch Family at whim.
The Hyuuga Clan Elders won’t let their elitism be taken away so easily.
Promises are nice, but actions are better.
—
Kakashi figured that if ever one of his students and Gai’s students got together it would be the end of the world. He was only a few months off, really.
Hm, is it too early to joke about that?
—
The aged scrolls Hanabi passed along to them have been much appreciated, necessary for Shikako’s endless notes working out different permutations and removal methods. But there is a time for theory and there is a time to put said theory into practice.
Neji removes his forehead protector, hands trembling minutely. Shikako takes a moment to marvel at how green the seal is, before berating herself.
She looks away, to give him the chance to compose himself, and when she looks back it’s to a Neji with closed eyes, sitting with resigned patience.
One way or another, this will end his world as he knows it.
Closed eyes doesn’t mean vulnerability for a Hyuuga, not truly, but she can appreciate the gesture for what it is.
Absolution. Faith. Trust.
~
A/N: For @cadalie who wanted that revolutionary Shikako/Neji vs Hyuuga Clan fic and got… this.
I tried to make it less feels based, but lets be honest here, isn’t that my wheelhouse?
Unsure if this is Shikako/Neji proper or more pre-Shikako/Neji…
Also, unimaginative title is unimaginative.
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On her last day in Belleview, she is given three gifts:
From the woman who would one day be her grandmother, she gets a coat. Sturdy leather, satin lining, enough pockets for an entire convenience store. Or an armory.
From the man who would one day be her grandfather, she gets a a key. It is small and easily loops on a chain. The lock it is for has not been made yet.
From the woman who set her on this path–forwards and backwards and against the flow of time–she gets a promise. Doctor Kaiza’s door will always be open to her.
—
Victor has two younger sisters.
Had.
Victor had two younger sisters, and he will never forgive himself for not taking care of Leanne when she was around.
When he was a child–a toddler, really–his mother gave birth to Leanne. Even before that, during the pregnancy, he was happy about it. He was looking forward to a younger sister. Or so his mother recounts.
There’s a picture of the three of them–his mother tired but happy, Victor absolutely enamored, Leanne red-faced and alive in his small arms–all three of them on the bed.
In less than a year, he doesn’t know why, Leanne was sent to live with his grandparents.
He forgot about her when Faye was born another two years later.
Leanne came back, after their grandparents passed away, but by then he was eleven and no longer enamored by younger sisters.
Another ten years later, she disappeared again. This time, never to return.
—
Tetsuki knows she’ll die doing this job, only because she’s so goddamned good at it that she’ll never stop until death makes her.
If her aunt–great great great many more times great aunt–is a mountain or a glacier, immutable and immortal, then Tetsuki is an explosion, the strike of lightning, a supernova.
All of her energy used in a brief, blinding lifetime rather than stretched out for all eternity.
That sounds better than being lost to time, slipping through fingers, through memories, transient.
Saving lives, fighting crime, that’s all Tetsuki wants–Anachron isn’t suited to be a vigilante.
~
A/N: hrmph…
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Hi anon, thanks for the prompt. Unfortunately I’m no longer doing the Ask Box Three Sentence Meme–I may go back to it one day, but thats over with for now.
Then again, I may do a Dreaming of S(oulmates) installment for my Dreaming of S(omething) series, because that does sound absolutely awesome…
I’ll put it on the list, anon. 🙂