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endless_scrolls) wrote2010-01-01 11:47 pm
endless_scrolls) wrote2010-01-01 11:47 pm
Yin and Yang
Title: Yin and Yang
Type: Not-So-Drabble
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: Unfortunate Stain [ Wordcount: 764 ]
Character(s): Tenten, Uchiha Sasuke; brief mentions of Yakushi Kabuto, Orochimaru
Pairing(s): None.
Warning(s): None.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: Based on a plot idea originally made for the RP community of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
circleobetrayal that eventually inspired the fic 'Inheritance of Betrayal.' Theme borrowed from 30_tortures
Dedicated to:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
its_game_time
As she began the process of cleaning off the instruments and clearing away the evidence -- specifically the ink mixture -- the kunoichi could not help but occasionally glance over to where he sat in the far corner of the room. And took note of the way the young shinobi seemed to constantly trace his fingers over the freshly marked skin with a mix of disdain and interest. Typical behavior for Uchiha Sasuke, she supposed... if there were anything typical about placing sealing tattoos into a person's skin. But there had been every chance for him to change his mind and back down from receiving the permanent etchings.
Then again, he was never one to back down from anything once the decision was made.
If Tenten had to make a guess about it, she would pit his focus on the fact that the specially made ink had been infused with a few ounces of her own blood. Not that the kunoichi believed he viewed her to be beneath him and thus unworthy of even having a single drop of blood reside within his body. But the young man was so proud of his family heritage. Of his precious and barely surviving clan.
"Don't worry, the girls will still think you're just as cute as you were before," she teased, in the same flat, sarcastic sort of tone that had slowly become their default in regards to each other -- Because while Tenten did know to fear his strength and what Sasuke would be able to do to her should she step too far out of line, the kunoichi was still not afraid to put him in his place every once in a while as well -- And then paused just long enough to consider the thought before voicing it. "In fact, they'd probably still squeal at the sight of you even if the tattoo had been on your face."
The only reaction he felt inclined to give was a hard glare. Also typical behavior, although it was hardly as threatening as it could have been if it were directed at most anyone else. Such was the benefit of time and purpose that existed between them.
"It was necessary," she said more seriously, returning to the thorough process of erasing every trace of their presence there, "And you agreed."
"...I know."
"If you want to retain your speed, you can't be held down by having to carry around heavy slabs of sharp metal," she added with a scoff, "Trust me, you wouldn't be able to perform half of your roster if you had to carry around a scroll like I do."
"I know."
Here, the kunoichi turned and looked straight at his shadowed form in the far corner to make sure he understood the point. "And if you bind the seals to your forearms like you did in Kiri, there's a chance your opponent could rip them off before you even get to use them."
With a soft gruff of annoyance, the young Uchiha snapped his gaze to her. And for a brief instance, she caught the flare of the Sharingan flash across his irises. A silent threat and a wordless command for her to stop pushing the matter. Otherwise their calm and tolerant existence would be thrown out the window in favor of a more physical solution to his current source of irritation. That was enough of a warning for her. And for a while the two simply remained and worked in perfect stillness... until Tenten broke the silence once more.
"It can always be removed afterwards..."
"...I... I know."
"...By the way, there was another reason why we couldn't apply your blood to the ink in my tattoos," she stared, her voice notably softer and quieter than before.
To which he only quirked a brow in her general direction, disinterested but still listening.
"You blood's AB positive, a universal receiver," the kunoichi explained, "My blood is B positive... any drop of your blood in the ink and my body would reject the seal."
Ironic, she thought. The one whose blood would receive most any type to remain alive chose to isolate himself from the word for the sake of a nearly impossible goal. And the one whose blood could only tolerate a limited number of sources to replenish any lost stores craved to be taken out of the shadows of obscurity. But perhaps that was why the two of them worked so well together. Why they seemed to compliment each other in both style and personality.
"Funny how that works, huh?"
"...Yeah. Funny."
Type: Not-So-Drabble
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: Unfortunate Stain [ Wordcount: 764 ]
Character(s): Tenten, Uchiha Sasuke; brief mentions of Yakushi Kabuto, Orochimaru
Pairing(s): None.
Warning(s): None.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: Based on a plot idea originally made for the RP community of
circleobetrayal that eventually inspired the fic 'Inheritance of Betrayal.' Theme borrowed from 30_torturesDedicated to:
its_game_timeAs she began the process of cleaning off the instruments and clearing away the evidence -- specifically the ink mixture -- the kunoichi could not help but occasionally glance over to where he sat in the far corner of the room. And took note of the way the young shinobi seemed to constantly trace his fingers over the freshly marked skin with a mix of disdain and interest. Typical behavior for Uchiha Sasuke, she supposed... if there were anything typical about placing sealing tattoos into a person's skin. But there had been every chance for him to change his mind and back down from receiving the permanent etchings.
Then again, he was never one to back down from anything once the decision was made.
If Tenten had to make a guess about it, she would pit his focus on the fact that the specially made ink had been infused with a few ounces of her own blood. Not that the kunoichi believed he viewed her to be beneath him and thus unworthy of even having a single drop of blood reside within his body. But the young man was so proud of his family heritage. Of his precious and barely surviving clan.
"Don't worry, the girls will still think you're just as cute as you were before," she teased, in the same flat, sarcastic sort of tone that had slowly become their default in regards to each other -- Because while Tenten did know to fear his strength and what Sasuke would be able to do to her should she step too far out of line, the kunoichi was still not afraid to put him in his place every once in a while as well -- And then paused just long enough to consider the thought before voicing it. "In fact, they'd probably still squeal at the sight of you even if the tattoo had been on your face."
The only reaction he felt inclined to give was a hard glare. Also typical behavior, although it was hardly as threatening as it could have been if it were directed at most anyone else. Such was the benefit of time and purpose that existed between them.
"It was necessary," she said more seriously, returning to the thorough process of erasing every trace of their presence there, "And you agreed."
"...I know."
"If you want to retain your speed, you can't be held down by having to carry around heavy slabs of sharp metal," she added with a scoff, "Trust me, you wouldn't be able to perform half of your roster if you had to carry around a scroll like I do."
"I know."
Here, the kunoichi turned and looked straight at his shadowed form in the far corner to make sure he understood the point. "And if you bind the seals to your forearms like you did in Kiri, there's a chance your opponent could rip them off before you even get to use them."
With a soft gruff of annoyance, the young Uchiha snapped his gaze to her. And for a brief instance, she caught the flare of the Sharingan flash across his irises. A silent threat and a wordless command for her to stop pushing the matter. Otherwise their calm and tolerant existence would be thrown out the window in favor of a more physical solution to his current source of irritation. That was enough of a warning for her. And for a while the two simply remained and worked in perfect stillness... until Tenten broke the silence once more.
"It can always be removed afterwards..."
"...I... I know."
"...By the way, there was another reason why we couldn't apply your blood to the ink in my tattoos," she stared, her voice notably softer and quieter than before.
To which he only quirked a brow in her general direction, disinterested but still listening.
"You blood's AB positive, a universal receiver," the kunoichi explained, "My blood is B positive... any drop of your blood in the ink and my body would reject the seal."
Ironic, she thought. The one whose blood would receive most any type to remain alive chose to isolate himself from the word for the sake of a nearly impossible goal. And the one whose blood could only tolerate a limited number of sources to replenish any lost stores craved to be taken out of the shadows of obscurity. But perhaps that was why the two of them worked so well together. Why they seemed to compliment each other in both style and personality.
"Funny how that works, huh?"
"...Yeah. Funny."
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*is dork* *liked the blood type references 8D*
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