With Fates Entwined and Bonds Unbreakable
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male › Naruto/Sasuke
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Armed to the Teeth (PG, implied threesome)
A collection of Naruto x Sasuke Drabbles and Ficlets
Author: ladygizarme
Words: 299
Spoilers: none
Rating: PG
Warnings: threesome implied, WAFF, canonish future-verse
A/N: Written for queershinobi100 on lj, challenge #10: sentimental.
His clothes are soft, tight black hidden beneath silver-colored armor. He straps his arm guards into place and double checks his weapons pouch before sheathing his sword at his back.
The third to last article to grace his person is a mask of black fabric, which he pulls up to his nose, hiding half of his extremely-recognizable face. He throws a glance to the other mask sitting on his dresser, but grabs, instead, the hitai-ate sitting next to it. His fingers lightly caress the metal plate, a myriad of memories seemingly etched onto its surface for him to read. This hitai-ate does not quite feel like his, though it once belonged to him and does normally sit askew across his forehead, hiding one scarred and faded eye.
It does not feel like his; rather, it is symbolic of one of his precious people, and seems to bear the weight of that person’s devotion and determination.
He pulls down the collar that creeps up his neck and ties the headband there, pulling the black material back up to cover both the recognizable village symbol and the slash mark that mars it. With it and the black mask in place, a strange relief settles over him, as if they were protective talismans.
Finally, he grabs the white, porcelain mask and affixes it to his face. Precise lines of red and black give the impression of a fox’s clever face.
A soft thud at his windowsill tells him he has company. He doesn’t flinch; he expected it.
“Ready to go, Uchiha?” a voice asks, muffled behind a rabbit’s porcelain face.
He answers with a nod and leaps out the window after his teammate, finally prepared to face another mission away from his lovers—the Seventh Hokage and his wildly grey-haired, right-hand guard.
End