Oh gosh, the Izumi fic was perfection Kat <3 Can't wait for the next part filled with badass missing female nin! It does sound like someday they would go back to Konoha though. Would they actually, or would they change their minds when they meet Yugito? Speaking of waiting for the next part, hows the Akatsuki!Kiba sequels coming along?
Tbh I haven’t really decided yet? It’s one of those things that’s still in the works. As for the Akatsuki!Kiba fics, want a snippet? ^-^
Neji doesn’t know why the Suna
mission leaves him so shaken.
No, that’s a lie, because he does know. He was familiar with Kiba
even before his encounter with Naruto, knew his cousin’s team and its worthless
members, the lack of skill that made him scoff when he heard they had been
entered in the Chuunin Exams.
Inuzuka Kiba, he had thought,
was the most worthless one of all, without Naruto’s hidden brilliance to redeem
himself. Inuzuka Kiba was a clown and a loudmouthed braggart and an obnoxious
façade of a shinobi, who would end up a chuunin when he decided to put in the
effort and never rise higher than that. Even after learning the truth about his
father’s death, Neji hadn’t spared the other genin a single thought.
And then he’d woken up one
morning, barely a week after Tsunade’s appointment, to grim faces all across
the village, whispered rumors that he couldn’t—wouldn’t—believe. He’d kept on
not believing right up until he met with the rest of his team, and Gai had
stared at them with an expression Neji had never seen him wear before.
Village elder Shimura Danzō is dead, he’d told them. Inuzuka Kiba, his murderer, has been
declared an S-rank missing-nin and is to be captured alive by any means
Neji had stared,
uncomprehending. Impossible to imagine that the braggart twelve-year-old he’d
watched fight just a handful of weeks ago could be a missing-nin, and especially an S-rank one. Ludicrous to think that
he’d killed a war hero, a veteran noted for paranoia and caution, said to be
nearly on par with the Sandaime Hokage.
It’s true, though. Neji hasn’t
thought about much else in months, because that braggart twelve-year-old is now
a dangerous sixteen-year-old, part of Akatsuki and trying to take over the
He rubs his arm unconsciously,
hardly seeing the door to the Hokage’s office before him. Tenten is occupying
Lee, mostly by waving her newest set of kunai under his nose and cooing over
them like other people do kittens, and Gai is speaking with a tired-looking
Kakashi, which leaves Neji alone with his thoughts.
It’s not the most comfortable
place to be.
There’s a bone-deep bruise on
his arm, shades of black and purple even days after the Suna mission. He can’t
remember the last time someone bruised him, but Kiba managed it, even in the
bare half-second they actually fought.
That encounter in Wind Country
was the first time Neji has seen Kiba since the Chuunin Exams. Hinata and her
team had encountered him a few months after he joined Akatsuki, and Neji can
remember their faces when they returned, pale and horrified and shaken right
down to the core. He thinks he understands it a little better, now.
Inuzuka Kiba is supposed to be loud and
aggravating and loyal, steady and steadfast and devoted. The shinobi who
stopped them outside of Suna, who barred their way and so easily tore through
the Kiri nin accompanying them, was only the Kiba that Neji knew in the most
superficial of ways.
I will become as strong as Izumi Nee-san. Making a perfect cage. I will protect you.
- Then, just so you know. If you ever possess such tremendous power, please kill me. I’ve had enough. Being an undead. - I got it. It’s a deal. But I don’t have that power yet. Let’s call a truce before then.
Author’s note: Izumi and Ryouma with 23. “Just once.” *screeches* THANK YOU, MIIAAAAAAA. THESE TWO NEED MORE LOVE AND ATTENTION. Sorry it took so longgasdjfk sdf Also this turned out soooo effing vanilla I don’t even
Summary: Izumi and Ryouma have some time to kill and Izumi starts freaking out because he’s super nervous about recording his single. Luckily, Ryouma thinks of a silly way to get rid of his nerves.
before the recording, Izumi went over to Ryouma’s apartment to hang out. It was
definitely a miracle that Ryouma had time in the first place, so to say that
both of them jumped each other as soon as they made eye-contact was an
understatement. Izumi had immediately wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s
neck, laughing happily as Ryouma picked him up to carry him to the living room.
about the recording?”
The flush on
Izumi’s cheeks darkened and he nodded shyly. Ryouma was holding his waist,
gently stroking his sides with his thumbs. After convincing Izumi that he was
definitely not too heavy, they ended
up in this position quite often: Ryouma lying either on the couch or in bed
with Izumi on top of him. In the beginning it was quite clumsy but Izumi soon
grew used to it and often took the first step nowadays, seeing as he grew
addicted to cuddling.
“It’ll be okay.
You sing good after all,” Ryouma grinned and bumped their noses together. “If
you get stage fright, just think about me.”
Izumi snorted at
the cheeky joke and buried his face in Ryouma’s neck. “I’ll miss you.”
“Hmm, I’ll miss
with his nose, Ryouma initiated their first kiss of the night. Izumi’s face
grew hot at the continuous movement of Ryouma’s lips against his own and the
hands squeezing his waist, thumbs massaging his hips. Lips were nibbling
playfully at his cupid’s bow and Izumi felt himself becoming weak because wow he loved Ryouma’s kisses so much.
that had been resting on Ryouma’s chest were now clutching his shirt, playing
with the fabric because he didn’t want to move too much in case he’d ruin the
moment. The steady heartbeat under his fingers made him smile into the kiss,
loving Ryouma’s sense of serenity.
“Shall we go to
the bedroom?” was a soft whisper against his now slightly plump lips.
fluttered nervously. “U-um, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
One of the many
talents Izumi possessed was making things awkward in less than five seconds. He
started sputtering right away, half-words blubbering out, trying to explain
himself to his now shocked boyfriend who looked like he just got slapped in the
“No, I mean! It’s
not like I don’t want to, uh, I just— I’m too tense! And-and I don’t want my
butt to hurt when I’m recording, like, what i-if they start asking weird
questions or notice and I’m not a
good liar, Ryouma! And Rei, oh god, he’d
never let me live it down! I don’t wanna have that talk with him again! I hate having to explain myself to him,
especially when he’s wearing that stupid smirk ‘cause he always thinks he’s
super smart. And Onii-chan will definitely beat you up if he finds out, nooooooo!”
At this point
Izumi had basically become a blushing mess that was constantly making weird
noises and hid his face in Ryouma’s shirt to muffle his words.
A hand was laid
on the back of his head. “Izumi.”
“We don’t have to do it, you know?” Ryouma mumbled
against his hair and Izumi looked up, teary-eyed.
“You’re not mad?”
“Of course not.
Holding you in my arms is good enough for me, but…” Ryouma stroked his back and
paused at his lower back. “you are a
bit tense, I can feel it. Are you really that nervous?”
It was obviously
incomprehensible from his side, but Izumi was so inexperienced with these
things that he couldn’t help but feel a bit scared. Singing in front of other
people (professionals on top of that), watching and listening carefully, judging
him for every wrong note, but masking it with polite smiles. He would be stuck
in this awful circle: sing off key, resulting in more nerves, which made his
singing worse and him even more nervous.
noticing it, Izumi had started shaking and clutching Ryouma’s shirt for
“Ryouma,” he whined lowly and sniffed. “I
can’t do it! I-It’s in a couple of hours and I feel like I’m gonna throw up!”
Izumi jumped off
the couch and started pacing, waving his arms around as if he was trying to fly
away. There was a big lump in his throat, making him feel like he couldn’t even
talk and a knot in his chest made it
hard for him to breathe and since both were kind of really important for the
recording, Izumi felt like dying.
“And I broke the
marble! What do I do?”
circled around his shoulders to hug him from behind, forcing him to stay in
place. “I’m sorry. If I didn’t have that photoshoot today, I’d totally come
Ryouma buried his
nose in the back of Izumi’s neck, nuzzling the spot just below his hairline and
squeezing his shoulders, causing Izumi’s knees to buckle under his weight. He
felt Ryouma’s small breaths against his sensitive skin, causing goose bumps to
appear all over his arms and back. His warmth, cologne and natural scent, reassuring squeezes and tender kisses on his
neck did wonders for Izumi’s nerves but he was still shaking like a leaf.
In the beginning,
Ryouma’s kisses would’ve relaxed him but now that they had been together for a
while, he’d gotten pretty used to them (not
that they would ever get boring though) and the magic was kind of wearing
But when one kiss
was placed right on his pulse point, Izumi jumped up with an unmanly squeak and
giggled. “S-sorry, that tickled.”
This was not very
uncommon. In fact, it happened about every time they would get intimidate and
usually Ryouma would either ignore him or apologize and move to a different spot,
but this time, his boyfriend gasped in excitement and turned him around.