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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uzumaki naruto | naruto
04.
wildcard.
1!!! hello :3c
Aa, I don't think that's the best idea.
:3!!!
He whips around, fixing the stranger with the same scowl he was giving the flowers, like a child scorned. Not far from the truth, really, except he's way too old to be sulking as hard as he is. ]
Oh yeah? Why not, eh? It's messin' with me, y'know!
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Ginko gives Naruto a vaguely Tired look, because he gets this kind of attitude from people sometimes when he tells them not to do things and after the first several dozen times they get hurt from not listening to you it starts to wear even on someone like Ginko's infinite patience.]
It's clearly not a normal plant. You don't know what could happen if you yank it out. The insults might even be bait.
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He releases the plant, which goes to say something else, so Naruto purposefully gives it a boot with his foot as he gets to his feet. ]
I guess so.
[ While he may be technically an adult by some standards, he's definitely not mature enough to not pout. He refrains from folding his arms, though, even as he gives Ginko a look up and down. ]
What are you then, some kinda-- plant-- man? Expert?
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Plant-man is a new one, though. Ginko just...sloooowly raises the eyebrow of his visible eye.]
Do plants typically speak where you come from?
[cause, u kno, they don't in his experience.]
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When you win your fight with the flowers, let me know, loser.
[The voice is a tad rougher, but extremely familiar. Hm. If Naruto glances back, the person on the roof looks familiar at the edges, looks familiar in the single, visible black eye. But the clothes are different, the hair, the age. HM.
If anything, Sasuke doesn't seem perturbed, seated with the right leg up and the right arm draped over the knee. The left... well, with the cloaked jacket open, there is no left; the sleeve spills down limp by his side.
The question is, will Naruto know him based solely off the loving nature of his stupidly stubborn and optimistic heart? Disgusting.]
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.....
Now look, okay.. Plenty of people call him loser, but no-one calls him loser like that; with that particular bored intonation but still with a barely there viciousness that makes Naruto's blood want to boil; or maybe that's what he tells himself to avoid acknowledging the little jump his heart does at the sound of the word and the way his blood goes a bit cold. He whips round, understandably surprised, gawping at the figure on the roof of the well for a long moment.
Then, like something valuable falling in slow motion, his expression morphs into another. Confusion hits first, his brow furrowing as he tries to pin together what he knows with what he's seeing, taking in the lack of an arm, the hair, the face, the height, everything that's familiar and yet isn't in a distinct enough way to make him feel kind of off kilter. Then, it goes to anger. Which, again, is kind of understandable. In fact he's being pretty reasonable about all this. ]
Sasuke?! [ He yells - like full on yells - after a long moment of silence, so his voice echoes like a bark. He sounds like he's accusing him, which he kind of is, asking him a question, which he kind of is, and telling him off, which he kind of is, all at the same time. In a moment or two he's got to his feet and is standing by the well looking up at the man - the man!!!! - looking down at him. ]
What the hell are you doin' here?! An' why are you so old?!
[ Totally reasonable. ]
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His gaze gets hawkish when Naruto gets closer, and he wonders if even his skilled eyes would be fooled by some kind of genjutsu this town is capable of performing.] Ch. [No.
This was definitely Naruto.] Better old than a brat. [Had they really been this rude??? Awful.
He vanishes before his body even begins to move to stand, and he reappears on the ground a foot behind Naruto with the same blurred quietness. There have been plenty of times he could see Naruto in Boruto, but never any times to see it the other way around. Here, now, he can tell how much they're related. Boruto is absolutely Naruto's son.] You can ignore the flowers.
Unless you plan to fight them just because they called you a knucklehead.
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He doesn't even really have a response, because he's that mad and confused and.. and weirdly relieved??... that he can't process the brain power required to form words. In fact when Sasuke appears behind him and Naruto swivels to face him, to listen to the answers he's not really giving, there's only one thing Naruto can do.
He swings for him, one of those balled fists goes flying through the air with.. pretty much all the might he's got in him. It's as though he's a kid, acting out because he doesn't understand something, or maybe he's scratching an itch that's been a long time coming. The time he's from, after all, is a time when Sasuke kind of deserves a good smack. ]
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Naruto comes, and Sasuke allows it. He's aware he deserved much more than simply a good smack. He probably should let Naruto punch him. It would feel good, justified. It might make this meeting go a little more smoothly.
But Naruto didn't get to be Hokage by having it easy.
So instead, Sasuke grabs Naruto by the wrist with the fist an inch from his face. It's real. He's real, solid. There's a surprising amount of power behind the grip, but it doesn't constrict painfully or suffocate the anger of the punch. The hit is stopped, and the power rolls by, rustling the collar of the cloaked jacket and blowing the dark hair from his face.
Two eyes peer around the knuckles, and one is a rinnegan.]
You're going to have to get a lot stronger than this if you plan to stop me, Naruto.
4!
Me? No! I don't know any ninjutsu. And... I think... I'm fine. It's actually-- nice to see them again, you know? Maybe that's weird.
[ It was a whole wash of blonde-headed people in a range from formal samurai clothes to modern business suits cycling past one another, some armed with katana like hers, some not. Her mother-- transparently her mother, from the resemblance-- is finally settled on, with a strong, gentle face and a high ponytail. Raimei looks wistful, her grief an old friend at this point, as her mother fades away. ]
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Naruto considers her words. The people looked like her family, and clearly meant something special to her if the tears in her eyes and that strained look on her face are anything to go by. The woman at the end.. Naruto can't help but think that might have been her mother, and he wonders idly if he'd like to see his mother like that.
Of course the answer is yes. He'd do it for Jiraiya, for his parents, for the old man Kage, for-- ]
I.. No, I think that makes sense. That was your family, huh? Seein' 'em at all is.. better than not, right? That's probably what sucks the most about losin' people. Not gettin' to look at 'em anymore.
[ He looks around then at the plants, at her pollen coated fingers, and frowns a bit. Almost on impulse, he sticks his hands in his pockets. ]
Did ya touch one a' those?
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It does still give her that same reflexive relief that Naruto has that she found someone who knows what she's talking about, because the truth is, Raimei has never spent much time out of the world of Nabari. She barely went to school. ]
Exactly! Sometimes it's like... they were never there, if you're the only one who remembers. [ But she's not, anymore. She has Raikou again. Raimei charges on, glad for an excuse not to talk about her dead family, as unabashed as she is. Flowers always mean grief to her, anyway, so it makes a strange kind of sense that it would be the flowers. ]
Ahhh, do you think that did it? Some kind of hallucinatory poison? It seems awfully specific, for an effect... And transmitted through skin, but not air... I bet you're right.