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Event Twelve
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All my oats are cradled. But I am too chilled, and too fatigued to bind them. And I hunger. | |
Welcome to Awash's twelfth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. | |
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?
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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. ]
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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.
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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.
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[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.
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(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. ]
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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.]
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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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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.
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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 ]
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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.
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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. ☆
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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?
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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.
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[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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He looks stupid. ]
I guess everyone in your family is as super cool and good looking as you, huh... a whole clan of certified badasses!
[ Momo...]
My family isn't really like that, but yeah! I have an older sister named Ruri. I'm no match for her at all— you know how it is.
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I do know. [A long time spent not matching up to Itachi's level of growth and power and intellect.] It sounds as if she gives you a hard time.
Shouldn't older sisters spoil their little brothers?
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[ A little laugh, here. It's funny, actually— if Sasuke always chased after Itachi's shadow, the roles were reversed for Momo and his sister. "—To be honest, I envied Momo. I thought it wasn’t fair that everything always seemed to go his way."
Momo's smile wavers a bit, flickers at its edges. He mellows. ]
...I was a terrible brother for a while, so I hurt her a lot.
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My work is cut out of me then. [A terrible little brother. Itachi had seemed like such a terrible older one--later, after everything happened. Maybe Sasuke was the one who was actually terrible.
In that case, they have something in common.] You hurt her feelings?
It seems there's more to Momo the Idol than he lets on.
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He tips his head. Acts a little coy, with his brows raised. ]
That's because I'm not "Momo the Idol" to her, you know? I'm just her stupid little brother, Momose.
[ He hasn't used that name in literal years; he's almost forgotten what it's like to be Momose and not Momo.
So he puts an index finger to his lips, in that universal gesture for this is a secret. ]
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He tips his head in a gentle, respectful nod. Momo's secret may be safe with this Uchiha. Hopefully.]
Well, Little Brother Momose. [Who is getting two fingers to the middle of the forehead for the thousandth time? That's right. This time, there's quite a bit of playful push behind it.] I'll return you to your stage.
As Momo this time. [He turns and heads back the way they came, letting Momo fall in line to follow, but before getting half a foot, he pauses and glances back over his shoulder.] Thank you. For the song.
[And then he keeps going.]