Nagato Uzumaki (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
teachingpeace) wrote2013-07-15 03:05 pm
teachingpeace) wrote2013-07-15 03:05 pm
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1 Jutsu: [Action]
[When Nagato woke up, he was more than a bit confused, especially with the way sunlight was filtering through the window off to his right and shining down into his face. There were multiple reasons why this was confusing.
First, last he'd checked he'd been outside. Second, he was on something squishy, which indicated a bed or futon, most likely. Third, not even a moment ago he'd been returning to being dead. Somehow, the last seemed to be the most glaring of these points, and he finally cracked open his eyes, squinting against the light before pushing himself to a seated position.
The gesture was more than enough to alert him to the tug of something on his back, and looking over his shoulder to see the bright crimson wings... It almost made him laugh, because Konan was the angel, not him. He was just the idiot who mucked everything up trying to be a god. Something in the universe clearly had a sense of humor.
A look around found him his clothes, which he was admittedly reluctant to pull on given that they'd been what he'd been wearing while revived, but he finally tugged on the dark cloak and got off the bed, peeking around doorways before heading out into the communal hall to make his way outside.
If this was the afterlife, then he intended to explore!]
(OOC: Feel free to catch him anywhere from his room to outside somewhere, he'll be using the stairs in the first apartment building to head out.)
First, last he'd checked he'd been outside. Second, he was on something squishy, which indicated a bed or futon, most likely. Third, not even a moment ago he'd been returning to being dead. Somehow, the last seemed to be the most glaring of these points, and he finally cracked open his eyes, squinting against the light before pushing himself to a seated position.
The gesture was more than enough to alert him to the tug of something on his back, and looking over his shoulder to see the bright crimson wings... It almost made him laugh, because Konan was the angel, not him. He was just the idiot who mucked everything up trying to be a god. Something in the universe clearly had a sense of humor.
A look around found him his clothes, which he was admittedly reluctant to pull on given that they'd been what he'd been wearing while revived, but he finally tugged on the dark cloak and got off the bed, peeking around doorways before heading out into the communal hall to make his way outside.
If this was the afterlife, then he intended to explore!]
(OOC: Feel free to catch him anywhere from his room to outside somewhere, he'll be using the stairs in the first apartment building to head out.)
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Of course he would have.
Still, sorry, you can't edge away just yet because excuse him he's suddenly got redoubled interest and there's only the tiniest hesitation before he asked instead of letting her run off.]
Wait! Wait, if you're his mother, does that mean you're Uzumaki?
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It's no use hiding it, with her red hair and now with him knowing Naruto is her boy.
She turns to face him again with some distance between them.]
Yeah. Uzumaki Kushina. [A pause and she can't help herself.]
Or The Red Hot-Blooded Habanero, depending on who you are.
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[He didn't try to bridge the distance between them though, dropping the hand he'd lifted reflexively back to his side as he just... stared at her for a moment.]
I'm just... an Ame orphan, no one who would have heard of such an interesting nickname. [His tone was hushed, and he dipped his head slightly.]
I'll be out of your way then Kushina-san. Hopefully Naruto is back by now, mm?
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Her own clansmen killing Minato's sensei? Killing Jiraiya? While she didn't know her clan anymore, accepted it was as torn apart as their village, she never pegged anybody as a cold-blooded murderer.
Could he really be part of it? Things change, it's inevitable. Her clan went different ways, were raised differently.]
Um-- yeah. [She looks like she doesn't REALLY want to go but it's for the best, so she's left biting her lip and turning away.
And then stops, fighting herself.]
Uzumaki. Do you know them?
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[He stares at her back, hesitating, then finally straightens his spine. He... wasn't sure he could actually tell her. Who was he to do that? He hadn't told Naruto before he died because he was dying and especially then he wouldn't be so cruel...
But here was a bit different, wasn't it? Whatever grief he'd done this woman... She had still asked.]
I don't know how anyone couldn't.
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Yeah.
[Kushina waves a bit before she begins leaving again-- it's how they begun, it's how it will end. Each step feels heavy, weighs her down. If the burden of being a jinchuriki is heavy, then what was having a clansmen killing your soulmate's sensei and breaking his heart?]
Thanks for the help. I'll see you around.
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[He looked after her, but this time actually let her go. After all, she had places to be, didn't she? Still, it seemed wrong to leave it on that note, with her so unhappy.
Thus, he did the only thing he really could do.]
And your smile was nicer. Naruto obviously gets his from you.
[There. That felt better, still awkward, but less... outright wrong.]
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Her fists tighten at her sides. If he was just complimenting her smile solely, it would be easier just to shoot him an awkward smile and continue on but he brings Naruto into it.
Her weak point.]
He got a lot of things from me, unfortunately. [Including a heart that couldn't hate. Not for a second, which makes this all the more difficult. She takes off at a brisk walk now and she makes sure she can get away before anything else can be said.
It's too much, even for her.]
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When he spoke, it was quiet enough that he knew she wouldn't hear him, but they needed to be said aloud, so that this place would know he didn't agree.]
No, not unfortunate at all.