fits. he wouldn’t mind it. itachi hasn’t spend much thoughts on nicknames before; and can’t think of anything creative for nagato. „i do like it.“ i’d love you saying it more often.
Nagato smiles; he likes it. Then they keep it.
“Little crow“ he coos a finger booping the man’s nose. “The most handsome little crow.“
„…it’s rather comfortable.“ warm. but… yes, it’s not he best way to sleep. itachi moves a few inches, only so the weight would lift from his lover’s legs. he knows they’re fragile. and tired after sex. itachi is, too. he sits lightly on nagato, hands on his stomach, flaccid cocks touch. „is it better?“ just one kiss, please?
Nagato shifts, hoping to shake him off - his legs aren’t in the fittest of shapes, and especially not after he held them up for Itachi to pound his ass - not that he cared in the moment. Sadly, now he did.
“Better.“ he smiles and gives Itachi a smooch. A peck on swollen lips “I love you.“
He inhales Itachi’s smell, sweaty but it has never never sweeter. Is this what they call the afterglow?... Then why is he so sleepy: a yawn.
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‘stay there. i’m coming there to get you.’
“It’s not like I have any other place to go, unfortunately.“
His legs were useless, the burning sensation on his skin overpowering. The past hurt more than it should have, and combined with some welcomed effort he became useless.
At least there was someone looking after him.
Overdosed and seizing on the floor, Joseph and Nagato bc I feel it's TIME
He didn’t remember this room.
He barely remembered anything from the past couple of weeks - or was it months... He lost track of time, and everything else. He looks up at him; he freed him from his bindings - the thing that was keeping him in this dreamlike nonexistence. He’s drenched wet, he’s shivering, he’s weak.
“Thank y-“
But his muscles stiffen. He can’t move. Not a muscle...
Horror slips in his mind, covers him whole, takes a hold of him.
Muscles spasm, his skin feels like burning. And the darkness covers his vision again, as his body starts to jerk uncontrollably.
'It's okay. I couldn't sleep anyway.' Erwin, levi
“Hm...“ he nods, stacking the papers.
Now that they’re both awake they should pass the time until their bodies force them to rest: “Would you like some tea, Levi?”
A conversation and tea, maybe some fresh air.
“Would you prefer outside maybe?“ He sits up, noticing he hasn’t even changed from the uniform. How does he always forget...
“Well, I’ve made some miso pork ramen, teriyaki chicken, homemade bread and some sauces to go with it.” He smiles and runs a hand through Nagato’s long hair before returning to the oven to pull out the bread. “Hmm… It’s best eaten hot, that’s when it’s at its freshest.”
Nagato’s eyes gleam with excitement when he hears the full menu. And into the kitchen he goes to grab himself a bowl or two, while Hiruzen takes the bread out. The smell was incredible there, and it only made his stomach grumble in anticipation.
Chopsticks in hand he digs in; ramen first before the noodles get soggy.
“It’s delicious!!!“
'I'll make you soup.' Itachi
“Soup sounds lovely...“ a coughing fit follows.
His ribs hurt, and Nagato leans further in the blankets and pillows as a result. The fever was long gone, but the coughing was an insufferable bastards that one will only get rid off after months - Itachi could attest.
He’s running on little energy, but finds the strength to stand up and follow him into the kitchen: “Mind if I sit here with you?”
There was nothing in the bedroom for him.
“Oh I believe it already has.” The dreams of which Nagato speaks, of which he steers towards, seems like a lifetime away if not longer. Hiruzen laces their fingers together, he is not alone in this, not under this starry nightsky or the days to come.
Nagato can’t help but chuckle; it’s the most endearing thing he witnessed. He feels love and he feels loved. He leans in and lets their fingers intertwine, savoring the moment.
It felt serene.
“Thank you...“
no… he isn’t mad at him. surprised, yes. fascinated, too. because the little boy is so selfless and wants to do only good things for those around him. itachi is left with the hope that it doesn’t do nagato any bad in return: he doesn’t deserve this, either. should not let another child’s unhappy face dull his own light, let it take away reasons to smile in return.
and, being honest, with feelings and intentions for others, good or bad, wasn’t it more of a bad thing? for shinobi especially! why mind if people are happy? why ruin yourself to make them happy? — would it make me happy, too, to see others smile? even though i cannot? even though i struggle? am i deserving so much happiness while i do not care for others?
his head hurts. he’s too young. for thoughts like this, for problems like those. for topics that would recquire much more experience than little boy itachi has on hand: but he can try.
„there are so many reasons why people aren’t happy… why they don’t smile like you want to see them smile. maybe, something sad happened. they… lost someone. they failed at exams or… didn’t do good in their training. so many reasons you can’t change! and it would hurt more to try fight against all of it and… you can’t make everyone happy just like this…“
Nagato’s fidgeting, waiting for an answer, feet dangling over the side of the dam. Part of him thinks it’s wrong to want such a grand thing, people will always be sad about something right?... And soon enough Itachi tells him that too - the boy seems to be mentally beating himself over it too. But he’s not sure why it’s so important to him...
Nagato may be wrong - Itachi says so too, but is it wrong to wish to take some of the great pains of the world away, like war and famine. No, that can’t be wrong.
He turns to the Uchiha with the most determined expression he had: “I didn’t mean the usual sort of sadness, Itachi! People will always die, people will always lose something, people will always fail an exam, but why do people have to die young in a war that’s not theirs... I mean I want people to smile because there’s no war, there’s no death everywhere, there’s no prejudice. There will always be strife I guess. And sadness too. But it doesn’t have to come from so many dying too soon...”
And he remembered his parents, in a pool of blood, on the floor, motionless, skin so pale it looked like snow. He brought his legs to his chest. He realized they were trembling.
“I want to rid the world of war not sadness... But even that would make people smile more than they do, right?“ Nagato didn’t get if he got hurt: what else did he have to lose but himself.
Hey Nagato there's a new Jutsu created by Naruto Uzumaki. It's called the Sexy no Jutsu and it's a very effective at distracting enemies. Do you want to learn how to do it?
“By the sound of it, this jutsu sounds like something Jirayia sensei would be proud of.“
He’s mildly curious to be fair.
she remains on her spot, watches the man stand up; head tilted to the side, curious. kyouko blinks a few times, progresses what he said, muses about next steps. „what do you want to do with it?“ sounds harsh, even more so than she anticipated it to come out. „if you’re not taking it with you, i will.“ she’s not gonna eat it: the girl seriously doesn’t fancy stew this late a day.
“Save it for later?“ he’s not sure...
“Should I give it away?“
And suddenly he feels guilty, nauseous, angry at himself: why is he like this. Why can’t he be a normal human being.
He places the plate on the counter, pends over the sink, feeling bile in his throat. How did he live with himself for this many years, barely eating. He’s skin and bone and he’s doing nothing to improve his condition.
He’s sick, he’s sick, he’s sick and selfish.
“What do you want me to do?“ he asks and there’s a sliver of anger in his voice - but all those emotions were for his own worthless being.
‘you’re like a dad to me.’
A smile curls up on Nagato’s lips: “And you are like a son to me.”
A hand grips the boy’s shoulder.
The world is unjust and cruel and brutal, and maybe it can never be fixed like he hoped to, but at least one thing he did to set things right. And he is truly happy.
He hugs Sasuke tightly.
madara’s leaning back some, eyes glued to that ugly grin on nagato’s face. it’s still there. boy must be sure to know more than madara does, and slowly the fear of this being true creeps upon him. madara can wait, yes. he does have patience. it… would eventually thin out, especially with itachi sneaking around them like a wolf hunting it’s prey. what a waste of talent, an uchiha as nagato’s lapdog, sending crows to observe from the windowsill. „i couldn’t possibly hurt you any more than i already did. i do wonder what would have become of you if i had not left.“ don’t you, too?
“I couldn’t possibly hurt you any more that I already did.”
Nagato’s feet spasm, the sensation of fire upon skin, itchiness. A shiver traverses his entire body - suddenly it feels cold. The grin upon his face doesn’t disappear, but morphs into something resembling a snarl, teeth bare to threaten in an effort to conserve himself and the ones he cares about.
“Couldn’t you?...“
His lips fall shut. For now it was all an emotional trauma, not a physical one - and Nagato wouldn’t survive kicks and fits and stabs. He’s frail after all. And he didn’t want to think if that was to come from a man that seemed not to have aged a day.
“I do wonder what would have happened if I knew you, if I lived with you.“
‘Would you have gotten what you wished for more easily?...’
different ways to say ‘i love you’.
