Prompt 1:
 t's probably been at least a little while since you managed to climb out of the well, so hopefully you've dried off by now and are enjoying poking around the Town. But who cares about all of that? More importantly, the Town has a new feature this time, for reasons entirely unknown to everyone.
The flowers...seem to be talking. They have no faces, but they will definitely turn to talk to you, and if they have had their color restored, they will very brightly and contentedly compliment you, or your clothing, or wish you well.
If they haven't? Prepare yourself for all sorts of horrible, horrible insults, because that's all that's coming your way.
Prompt 2:
 ow are you settling in? Is the Town treating you well? It's not as bad as it used to be; some of the houses have color, some of the food has color and taste as well. It's been polished up a bit since everyone first got here.
Granted, when you wake up that morning to find yourself in full fancy wear of many different types (all colorless, and gender has nothing to do with which you might end up in), you'll find that the Town might not be as well put together as it seems.
You can't get out of the formal wear. It just won't come off, no matter what you do. Which wouldn't be so bad, but... it seems like these clothes will snag on just about everything in the Town, which is far from smooth. Try not to trip over those loose cobblestones, or your dress snagging on a nail sticking out from a door frame. This is really not the place for this sort of clothing.
Prompt 3:
e loves me, he loves me not... that's a pretty familiar game, right? For some reason, the urge to pick one of those flowers and casually pluck the petals from it while playing that game is going to grow stronger and stronger the more flowers you see. Eventually? You're just going to have to cave to it.
(Certainly it doesn't help that the flowers scream a bit when you pull their petals; they still can talk right now, after all!)
She loves you, she loves you not...and by the time you've picked the last petal, you've forgotten who you were even thinking of originally -- instead, the very next person you see is going to be the victim of a very impassioned declaration of love. Don't worry, you'll come back to yourself...after you declare your undying love for everyone to hear.
Prompt 4:
 ut no matter how many people tell you not to go into the forest, however, it's still rather enticing, isn't it? It's sitting right there, waiting for you to explore it, waiting for you to just step a little bit out of the Town...
And soon, you're surrounded by the dark boughs of the trees, the twisty, turny paths of the woods, where it feels like you're wandering in circles for hours upon hours --
And then, after ages of tree branches yanking at your hair and roots tripping you up, you find a clearing.
And in that clearing? There's a field of flowers. They're colorless -- strangely eerie because of it, but still distinctly recognizable to the flower familiar as Asphodel. And touching any single one of those flowers will suddenly give you vivid memories of one of your precious friends -- so long as they're dead. Anyone around you is going to experience that flash of memory too, so be careful!
Extra:
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Yet she's so passionate for someone else, and for a moment, he thinks about Sakura. Feisty and fiery, sure, but so very caring, almost on the verge of annoying when it was taken for granted by them. They never thought to stop being selfish for two seconds and think about the third member of their team.]
You aren't wrong. Maybe you should be Boruto's teacher instead.
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[That calms her down quickly. He must be kidding around; it's a serious responsibility, one which can't possibly be handed over lightly. She laughs self-consciously, and blushes faintly at the compliment even though she's sure it isn't a serious offer.]
I couldn't do that. If Boruto-kun won't listen to you, there's no way...
[She glances at the flat clothing where Sasuke's missing part of himself. It brings back a memory that had frightened Hatoko and her friends into finally understanding that their situation had changed. She speaks up, timidly.]
He might listen some day. He...just doesn't feel scared enough yet.
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[If he's bothered by the glance at the arm, he makes no indication. In all honesty, it's almost as if he isn't missing one with how he carries himself. Certain and confident, though that has come with years of re-learning everything.]
I think he would listen to you, too, but... it's better he's still home and not here. Not yet. [Which makes him wonder.] Are you afraid?
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That evaporates. Her gaze falls to her half-empty tea cup.]
A little bit.
[She bites her lip. Who else could she talk to about these feelings? Keeping them bottled up was no good.]
Uhm, would it be okay if I told you a secret?
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If you want. I'm listening.
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My friends share a club a school. [That's not the important part but she's starting there because the image of them together at the table like usual is comforting, and relevant.]
One of my friends, she can, uhm. Fix things. With magic.
[She glances up at him to see if the one-armed sword-bearing ninja will call her out as a liar.]
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At least... he doesn't seem entirely judging.]
"Fix things"? Do you mean mending items or mending bodies?
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Both, but not like that. Mn... She can return anything to what it used to be, or should be. Dirty clothes become clean. Food can be uneaten.
[She fidgets. It would simpler if he would put the dots together on his own but she has a feeling she'll have to say it all aloud no matter how uncomfortable it makes her.]
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Regeneration by way of altering time? She's reversing the time of what's she fixing.
[It isn't a question, but stands to be affirmed or refuted.]
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[She sounds a bit sad since the best example of what she means is what she'd dreaded saying.]
How do you reverse the time of an intangible concept? If something's missing, what are you putting back? What if...what is missing is a person, from a group of friends...
[Nervous.]
I...I know she can bring me back to our club. Because she, we did it once already.
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[If he himself has done or seen as much, if he knows someone else who can do as much, his face doesn't show it as he peers unwavering across the table at her.]
Kinjutsu. They violate the laws of the natural world. Practicing them won't bring anything but suffering, in most cases.
What happened?
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Her feelings were mixed; she was extremely relieved that he had yet to doubt a word of what she'd said, and a horrible sense of an oncoming storm made her throat tighten as each passing second elapsed and his misunderstanding of past events made her re-evaluate their current situation.]
No, that's not...
[Her whole body feels cold.]
I'm not dead. Am I...dead?
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Neither am I. This is another dimension. You won’t be able to go or come without bridging your dimension and this one with a portal. I’ve already tried. There’s something here blocking ways out. My portals only go to other parts of the town, not to Konoha or anywhere else.
I don’t think your friend will be able to find you here. [He could check with his eyes, but... He can see her now without them, so that must mean... she isn’t dead.] Tell me what happened.
When you used her ability before.
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...
[You'll have to excuse Hatoko but that certainty meant the world to her in that moment. She needs a minute to tear up, holding back from crying. It's all too much. For a minute there, she'd really thought there was no hope.
Catching her breath, she can't do anything but listen. Literally, her throat feels so tense, her hands like ice. But she can hear the same voice she's been listening to for a while now and some part of her can't believe how incredibly lucky she is to not have been alone when that insidious doubt clawed its way through her heart.]
We weren't too far apart, not like now.
[She's still shaken but Hatoko is determined to answer him.]
Everyone sat together and thought about how the club wasn't the same unless we were all there. Then the empty chair wasn't empty anymore.
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Secondly, there's no way he can be dead because his afterlife will be far worse than sitting in a refurbished cafe with a young girl drinking tea.
His voice is a tad more gentle this time.]
When they came back, were they the same?
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[Her voice trails off and she looks thoughtful. Was that distance too great?]
I don't know the limits of our abilities. Every time we tried to find out we ran out of ideas.
[Maybe it would be possible to restore the club again no matter how far away she was this time. Hatoko needed to hold on to that hope.]
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He'll try not to dampen her hope too much with pessimism.]
"Our"? You also have abilities?
[He really doesn't wanna call it magic.]
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Uuhhm. Ahah..aha..haa......
[This is embarrassing.]
I am...OVER ELEMENT~!!
[She's trying her best to say this with the enthusiasm she had been taught to have towards superheroes but tbh Hatoko doesn't give a flying heck.]
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Look, he's not an Academia, he's a shitty ninja. He's sorry, Hatoko.]
You have powers which help you cook. Like an oven.
[He's joking, but his jokes are stupid because his face doesn't change!! Get it? "Element," like a stove? Nevermind. Dad jokes.]
jfc
........Uchiha-san......
[Gently pats his hand.]
You don't have to try so hard to popular.
it was spoken in two very different tones i laughed fuck
Not that then. You said you liked to cook. [At least his cool exterior can sooth the burn.] Something to do with the elements of nature, I assume.
drive-by asshole comedy show
That's right. [She is infinitely forgiving.] My abilities are the easiest to understand. [A fact she sounds relieved by. Doesn't need a half-hour episode all to herself to explain she's Captain Planet.]
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What elements? Is there one in particular? All of them?
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Earth, wind, fire, water,
heartand lightning![He sure does sound interested. Having never had the opportunity to talk to someone casually about her new mystery magic, she doesn't know quite whether to say more or if that would come across as boastful.]
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Nature transformations. Almost all ninjas are able to do the same thing, though some are more attuned to particular natures than others.
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i remembered
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