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Event Twelve

I am a reaper whose muscles set at sundown.
All my oats are cradled.
But I am too chilled,
and too fatigued to bind them.
And I hunger.

ou know what's probably amazing? Waking up to your previously normal front door suddenly being covered by a huge, autumn-themed wreath. Or perhaps you're close enough to the center of the Town to look out your window and get an eyeful of that effigy, staring soullessly at you?

The point is, there's a festival going on! The Town's been decorated accordingly (don't trip over sudden bales of hay), and towards the center of the Town, there are all sorts of fun games, tables of food, and other amazing things set up. Go prance onto the stage, sample some of the amazing food, convince one of your friends to play one of those bobbing for apples games...

Enjoy it! There doesn't seem to be much of a catch this time.

(At least, not until you eat the food, and then you'll figure out just what that "catch" is.)

Welcome to Awash's twelfth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post.

You are welcome to start your own posts or logs for this event as well. If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

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[Momo looks like a complete and total disaster. But it's fine. Sasuke is one hundred percent use to having someone look like a complete and total disaster. Someone who always wore a very ugly, orange jumpsuit.

Somewhat far away and out of sight, he leans against one of the bales of hay to watch Momo do the idol thing. They had agreed, right? He's still very Goth Dad, so spotting him in a bunch of black, gray, and blue will take some time. And he's got enough distance hopefully Momo won't bother.

He's not in the cloak again--weird--but he is in a rather modern-looking, dark navy bomber jacket. Like a right 2005 scenester minus the fact he's thirty.

But when Momo finishes, Sasuke simply leans up and turns to go, only hand in one of the pockets. The back of the jacket flashes, but the colors are inappropriate shades of blue and blue-ish white because of how the town works. Thanks, Chroma.]

[ The thing is, Momo really doesn't notice Sasuke in the crowd: mostly because a lot of the people here are all in varying degrees of embarrassing costumes of their own, and Sasuke is the one sensible exception to the rule. It's only when Momo spots someone leaving that he puts two and two together, because a performer always notices when someone seems dissatisfied with their set.

Genuine disappointment flashes across Momo's face, until he gets a good look at that retreating back. Wait. Even the back of this person's head is handsome........ could it be?? Could it really be??? ]

—Sasuke-san!!

[ Hands cupped around his mouth, shoulders craned forward. ]

Sasuke-san! Calling an ikemen to the stage! Sasuke-san!

[Ah. Not even one of the most powerful ninjas can escape the magnificent hawk eyes of a skilled idol. The call gets him to pause, but it takes a moment or two before he finally turns around to look back.

And here he was hoping to see a performance and run away. No such luck.

Without a word, his head lowers, and he actually decides to loop around the side and toward the stage, his pace easy. Of course, he doesn't climb up, but instead comes to stand by the edge on the far end, hand still in the pocket of the jacket.

Honestly, if he wasn't such an ass when he was a teenager and did these kinds of things, he would have definitely been a heartthrob. But alas. Now he's old and married.]

[ Pull up, Sasuke. Pull up.

Momo crosses the stage to where Sasuke is standing, hands on his hips and his posture ramrod-straight. Don't look up, otherwise Sasuke might get a facefull of the coveted anime upskirt.

Terrible. ]

You came! [ Trust and believe when people say that no one wanted to come to this event, Momo... That said, Momo's overconfidence is making him cocky; he tips his head to the side in that infuriating Idol Angle. ] You know what that means, Sasuke-san... now we gotta duet!

[ ??? ]

Ah, that is... unless you're scared...?

[ ????????? ]

[That isn’t very nice, Momo. Challenging someone like Sasuke. So easy would it be to disconnect Momo’s legs at the knees without even putting in much effort. And maybe he would have if he had been younger, or maybe Momo wouldn’t have been worth it in the end.]

I don’t sing. [Ah!! Sasuke... absolutely tips his head and looks up. What an outfit. Lord, save Chroma from the sexy sailor that will run off with everyone’s hearts. Thankfully, he is just far back enough to only get the highest part of the thighs.] I don’t know the same songs you do either.

I guess that means you have to serenade me. [Hm.] Unless you’re scared?

[ Momo, a fool, destined never to be impressive in front of Sasuke Uchiha. Still, he isn't discouraged— he crouches, elbows on his knees and chin on his hands. ]

A little bit! [ The confession is weirdly fearless... ] I don't want you to have a bad time.

[ Again, confidently negative??? Hm. ] I'm never gonna say no to serenading you, though! But, come on— don't tell me you've never performed anything before!

[Good gracious, what an absolutely atrocious outfit. Why would the town give Momo something so—nevermind. This fits Momo perfectly, who is he kidding?] I haven’t. It wasn’t exactly a part of my ninja schooling.

But you did promise to show me what you did as an idol. [DID HE, SASUKE. Why would you shoehorn him into this in order to get out of it yourself?] I already saw one interesting peformance, however.

You don’t have to show me another.

[ RIP... Sasuke Uchiha, Dream Daddy of Chroma, effectively destroying Momo with one well-placed statement.

"You don't have to show me another."

Goodbye, apple pie effects. This is like sobering up a drunk guy by suplexing him; it makes Momo wilt, visibly. ]

Ah... full up already, huh! [ play it cool, momose... play it cool...! ] I promise I'm much better when Yuki is around... I'll try to impress you next time!

[What a mean and horribly cruel ikemen.

Sasuke's face doesn't change, but he does regard Momo without any falter or waver. Searching in a way perhaps.] Does going solo worry you that badly?

Strange. This doesn't sound like the man I saw nose-down, asking his partner not to give up on a dream. [Surely Momo can spank this awful ikemen.] I thought someone like that wouldn't be one to give up so easily either.

You can't accomplish what you set out to do if you aren't willing to even take the first step.

[ Unbelievable... Sasuke is actually hitting all of Momo's insecurities at once. Incredible.

"Does going solo worry you that badly?" The answer is yes. Momo would actually quit before going solo, which is just the kind of thing that makes his past actions with his duo partner seem hypocritical. RIP.

Momo wilts just a little more. His hands clench. Don't think you can be forgiven for everything, Sasuke, just by bring really, really, really ridiculously good-looking...! ]

Ahh, I can't argue with that.

[ Momo forgives Sasuke immediately. ]

What's an idol that can't even make one person smile, huh?

[ So. Momo hops off stage and beckons for Sasuke to follow him. Miniskirt and all. ]

Like ninja, an idol's soul never changes.

[Maybe it was mean trying to spur Momo on when all Momo was doing is having fun. But he's strict!! He's a bad boy through and through, clearly.

Without any kind of hesitation, Sasuke follows Tall and Muscular in a scantily-clad Halloween costume like this is an everyday occurrence. They would one hundred percent be on an episode of COPS, and Momo would be cited for prostitution probably.

Leading a married man away from the stage in a tantalizing outfit. Momo should be ashamed.]

[ Hello? Gay baby jail? One of your inmates escaped with an innocent man in tow, come claim him.

This is a nightmare teen sitcom scene: someone's dad being led astray by a dude in a sexy Halloween costume. It's only about to get more surreal, because Momo is taking Sasuke to a quiet spot away from the hubbub of the festival to serenade him soulfully; something that would possibly have been more poignant if not for the absolute disaster that is Momose Sunohara's entire existence.

The scene's set. There's a stool and a chair facing each other on the grass, and Momo chooses the former to settle down on as he starts sifting through his mental setlist for an appropriate song to sing.

In the end, he chooses a song that's not his own. A song that his duo partner used to sing with someone else, because it's one of those quiet, slow melodies that he figures Sasuke will appreciate more than the hell of watching Momo jump around and flash him for 4 minutes and 18 seconds.

Again, not to get it twisted: this is still a 25 year old in a skimpy outfit singing a love ballad to a married man who probably just wants to go home and sleep. A tragicomedy if there ever was one. ]

[Quietly, Sasuke takes the seat like he’s sitting for some kind of formal rite or service. His dark eye watches Momo without flicking away, even when Momo sits down across from him. He’s patient. He waits without rush or hurry until Momo decides.

The choice isn’t wrong. There’s something in gentle and slow acapella that Sasuke appreciates. It’s nothing flashy, nothing showy. A very Sasuke Uchiha song, not a Naruto one. And while he doesn’t look or act the type, he’s an Uchiha. A clan who loves so fiercely the people they come to care about. A clan whose love is so strong it cuts the line directly into hate when what they love the very most is stripped away.

So a love ballad is more appropriate than anything.

He does have a wife now, as much as he doesn’t deserve it. A daughter. There’s a while lot of love he’s come to know, to accept, finally. So his face is strangely soft when Momo is finished. Understanding maybe in a way.]

So you can go solo.

[ Momo is strangely somber on his end as he trails off, eyes closed before they shutter open halfway for an embarrassed half-grin. Five years spent with his duo partner without missing him for more than a few handful of days at a time— singing one of Yuki's old songs is a quiet twist of his gut.

Sasuke's reaction more than makes up for it, even if he keeps talking about going solo, which Momo will definitively not do. ]

...You think? I never will, though.

[ A rare moment of candor, before he's seguing smoothly away from mention of himself. ]

—You should sing to your wife and Sarada-chan sometime, Sasuke-san. It'll probably be an instant KO if you do.

Forever a duo, hm?

[Same hat. No matter how much strut he tries to have about flying solo; Naruto is a hand he won't ever forsake again.

Also, the scariest part is Sasuke's VA has hurt us with a singing career, and the voice is pretty good. But that is too meta to impose on Momo. The KO would, in fact, be too real.

Maybe later, Momo will get a little song. When Momo has better fortitude against dark-looking ikemen.]

I would rather them sing to me instead.

[ Momo will never develop a true tolerance for dark, long-haired ikemens with checkered pasts, but one can only hope. For now, he shifts on his stool and wishes he had a sweatshirt on.

(it's cold.) ]

—Ooh, Sasuke-san... you softie! I bet you want your wife to give you a lap pillow while she sings to you, huh...!!

[ Ah. ]

[Bold of Momo to assume this isn’t something to have already happened. What a soft, pure man. With a completely and utterly straight face and level voice, he says:]

How do you know it isn’t something she does on a regular basis?

[Really, he shouldn’t torment Momo with the endearing (and gross) domesticated lifestyle of heteros, but here they are. This is just going to be fuel for Momo’s wild imagination and extroverted dramatics. Ah well.]

[ STOP... The fact that Sasuke is so blasé about this is the absolute worst. Momo is immediately turning into one of those guys who's way too overinvested in his friends' relationship.

He reenacts the lady with the math equations meme for a split second, his gaze swimming and his posture ramrod-straight. The world is blissfully quiet, if only for a moment.

Then: ] G, guh...! Only a true ikemen can be that confident about getting lap pillows from his wife...!!

[ He cups his face with his own hands. Everything is happening so much. ] I bet she meets you at the door when you come back from a ninja mission... or maybe you go together?! You guys walk home together, holding hands with the sunset at your back...!

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[Maybe torturing Momo isn’t quite so bad. When there’s no Naruto to heckle, he’ll be content with being amused by bothering Momo with simple things.]

She’s a doctor. [There’s a kind of soft fondness to his voice when he says this. A deep respect.] A medical ninja. She works at a children’s hospital as a director. [Slowly, he rises from the chair, but he doesn’t move to leave yet.]

She is there when I come home, however. You’re right.

[Even with one arm, the jacket isn’t hard to take off. It’s strangely modern. Puffy a little, lined along the edge of the collar and the sleeve ends. The navy is almost black, and the symbol on the back peculiar. But he offers it out to Momo by a few fingers.]

You can return it to me tomorrow.

[ A stoic and a doctor. It seems unlikely, but wholly likely— the sort of sun-moon combination that you find in dramas and novels.

Momo decides, instantly, that he likes it when Sasuke talks about his family. Not that he didn't before (memorysharing felt like a cheap shot, like accidentally stumbling on people's secrets), but it's nice when shared recollections are voluntary. He smiles with his entire body, shoulders slumped and jaw angled. ]

Waiting with rice balls and tomato salad, huh. [ What a disparate menu. Sasuke's favorite foods are some of the many things about Soft Ninja Dad that Momo's taken upon himself to memorize, unfortunately.

That said: ] —Huh?! Aah, it's fine, Sasuke-san...! What if you get cold?!

[ A slight breeze ruffles the hem of Momo's miniskirt. ] B, being hugged by Sasuke-san's jacket would be too much for me, anyway...! [ why does he have to put it like this ]

[Without hesitation, Sasuke simply tosses the jacket over Momo’s head. It’s hadn’t been Sasuke’s jacket like the cloak has been, but it was given by the town, and he’s worn it just enough times since that, yes, it smells like him a little. Not a terrible sent. Nothing fancy, no cologne, all sandalwood and warm skin, something a tad spicy.]

I’m a ninja. We’re immune to temperature changes.

[The only time being a wild and wacky fantasy profession will come in handy for him, surely. Telling Momo a little white one to make sure the jacket is worn over that atrocious excuse of an outfit ]

But whatever you do while wearing it will reflect on me and my clan. The symbol on the back is our crest. If you dishonor us, [As if Itachi hasn’t long since held such a title. As if there is even a clan.] I will have to kill you.

[ No mercy... Sasuke has a good 10 cm on Momo, so the jacket is a little big when Momo thinks to spread it out on his lap instead of stupidly sitting there with it over his head; he can't even overreact to the absolute lie he's being told, because he's too busy digesting the connection between the crest on the fabric and Sasuke's surname.

An uchiwa for an Uchiha. The pun is so sickeningly cute that he has to physically swallow down the smile that tries to tug at the corner of his lips. He feels like it would be rude to laugh, not to mention that he is quite literally being threatened with Death. ]

—Are you sure you want to entrust this with me, then?! [ Him?? Momose "his family wanted nothing to do with him for years" Sunohara?? ] Ahh, I'll do my best not to shame you, then—

—Sasuke-niisan! [ He's tugging the jacket on, adopting himself into the Uchiha clan for the next 8 hours. How audacious. ] For a limited time only, you have a little brother. ☆

[Ah...

Typically, his broody face doesn't change much, but Momo happens to say the right things (or the wrong things?). Visibly, his face cracks just slightly. He looks surprised and, then, all at once, rather sad.

How many times had he niichan'd Itachi with a similar air? Something prideful and determined and loving. For a long time, he never wanted to be the brother Itachi had been: a shadow caster, a "maybe next time" giver, a betrayer.

But now he thinks, in the end, he would never have been as great a brother as Itachi had been to him.]

Little brothers are always at the mercy of their sibling. Are you sure you can handle it?

[ A misstep, is what Momo thinks. A stupid one, all things considered— Momo's been given enough context clues to know better than to bring up sibling relationships so flippantly.

His hands fly up in customary 'sorry' motion, but Sasuke is speaking before Momo can apologize. The jacket feels just a bit heavier around his shoulders, sweet pun-based insignia and all.

He'd explain that he knows what it feels like to be a younger sibling because he already is one (a broken relationship, now on the mend), but it feels wrong to equate his situation with Sasuke's. So he doesn't. ]

—Isn't it an older sibling's job to give their younger sibling a hard time? [ Maybe Momo shouldn't keep talking about this, but his sigh-laugh manages to be fond. ] I won't mind! Hit me with your worst.

When you least expect it.

[That's the sibling way, he's found. Attacking when you have your guard down the most.] If you're a little brother of mine, it won't be easy. A lot is expected of you as an Uchiha. [Luckily, there's a bit of amusement somewhere in that single, dark eye and his uncovered face.]

Do you have one? A sibling.

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