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yurtletheturtlehenderson · 3 years

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COSMIC - S3:E3; Chapter Three, The Case Of The Missing Lifeguard - [Pt. 4]

A Will Byers x Reader Series

𝘌𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘋&𝘋. 𝘋𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘙𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘙𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦.

⚠️: character death, gore, jazzercise, and small mentions of El having a panic attack [will include markers]

📝: the character death and gore is a flashback from last season cause apparently making us watch Bob die once wasn't enough 🥲 also sorry the code cracking scene was so bad, it was kinda hard to write

||𝟑𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

It hadn't taken long to get El ready for her next trip to the void. El found a spot on the ground, dry enough to sit, and began constructing a familiar device with goggles and duct tape they had miraculously found laying around. El had been kicking herself for leaving her headband at home, she should have known she'd need it. But this would do. And it reminded her of her conversation with Joyce that night; the first time someone had helped her through her fears of the void. Y/n and Max got to work behind her, turning on each of the showers to create the white noise El needed.

When they had finished, they took a seat on either side of their friend who now sat before the photo. Drawing in a deep breath, she placed the goggles over her face and began her search.

It was cold and lonely like it always was. Again, she tried to remind herself her friends were with her but it did little to lull the growing fears of what she might find next.

A mailbox was her only clue this time. It wasn't too far away, but the way it stood alone in the distance, waiting for her, unsettled her somehow. Maybe that was just the void, but that felt like a lie she kept trying to tell herself to get through it all.

It bore the numbers 1438, and it was sprinkled in rain. When she finally reached it, she carefully reached out her hand. She could almost feel the tin under her fingertips when suddenly a crimson smoke manifested out of thin air just feet away. It didn't take long for the smoke to build and the picture to form.

"What do you see?" Max asked, after some time.

"A door," El answered, her voice obstructed from the goggles over her nose. "A red door,"

It sat there, waiting for her to move. El knew she had to, and when she did that awful feeling in her gut grew stronger. Her heart pounded against her ribcage as she reached for the handle, and it took all she had not to waver as it slowly swung open.

El's frown grew at the sight waiting for her on the other side. A ways away sat a bright white bathtub. She wasn't at all eager to find out what was inside, but when she did, she wished she could say she was surprised.

Ice. Just ice.

Just like with Billy, but the ice hadn't melted yet. The tub was almost overflowing with it and—

El jumped back when a girl shot up from within so suddenly. It was Heather. She was pink-faced and trembling, but something told El it wasn't from the cold. The droplets of water covering her face had easily disguised the tears slipping down her face, and the look in her glassy eyes was pleading up at her.

"Help me," she sobbed.

El didn't have time to react before Heather was pulled violently back under. El shrieked, immediately diving after her only to be met with the watery floor. She was panting for breath, trying so desperately to calm her racing heart but she realized she didn't have time to. Heather was still there, in need of her help and she was quickly disappearing under the water that separated them.

El cried out to her, desperate to reach her but something was stopping her. She could scream and claw at the surface of water separating them, but by the time she found a way to duck her head and arm in after her, it was too late. El watched helplessly in horror as Heather was pulled into the deep black abyss of her watery grave, crying out for help.

"NO!"

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El threw the goggles off her head in an instant, her shoulders heaving as she gulped down breaths of air.

"What happened?" Max asks immediately, her hand flying to El's shoulder for comfort. "El!"

El didn't answer. With a haunted look in her eyes, she gaped between her friends. Worried, to say the least, Max and Y/n looked to one another afraid as she buries her head in her hands. El didn't say a word and instead collapsed into shaky sobs as she tried to come down.

Y/n recognized the panic attack, and in an instant she had thrown herself to the floor beside El, laying her hand on her back and began rubbing soothing circles.

"Hey, you're okay. You're okay. Take my hand," She whispers, carefully taking El's left hand in her own. She knew it was a good sign when El squeezed back, despite her heaving breaths. It was a sign she was responding. "We're here, it's okay. Just breath. Deep breaths, in and out,"

El's breathing barely slowed, but Y/n kept encouraging her. As they found themselves doing more and more, Max and Y/n lock eyes, their faces horror-stricken for their friend. El doesn't notice. She merely squeezed Y/n's hand tighter and allowed the sobs to come.

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⊹ ⊹ ⊹

HAWKINS NATIONAL LABORATORY

Once a place thriving with life and secret agency was now a desolate wasteland; a grave for rot and chaos that lay untouched for months.

The sign once erected on the outer gates now lay dented and scuffed among the mud and rain, forgotten like the rest of the laboratory.

RESTRICTED AREA

NO TRESPASSING

U.S. GOVERNMENT

PROPERTY

Hoppers truck comes to a screeching halt outside the lab's doors. Grabbing their bolt cutters and flashlights, Joyce and Hopper make their way to the abandoned laboratory that had caused them so much pain.

Joyce couldn't shake the feeling something was wrong. She knew it was silly to be so worried about faulty magnets, but she didn't regret her actions. The last two times she had this unshakeable feeling in her core, she had been right to listen. The first being the moment she found Will's bed empty on the morning of November 7th, 1983. The second being Halloween night, the following year. And each time she felt it, untold horrors had followed.

And now? So far, those instincts hadn't failed her yet.

One visit to Scott Clarke about the town's sudden faulty magnets and her doubts were confirmed. And according to him, the only way an unstable electromagnetic field big enough to reach over all of Hawkins would have cost billions of dollars, and likely government-funded.

This had the lab written all over it. This had to do with the Upside Down and those monsters with it. It just had to. And she wasn't about to sit around and wait for it take her boy again. Or anybody else for that matter.

So here she was, nothing but a flashlight in hand and a fierce determination in her as she stormed the gates of Hawkins Lab, Hopper in toe.

The lab was just as they had left it that night. Glass was shattered among the floors from the busted windows, the chill seeping in from all sides; still as sharp as it was that night.

"Hello? Anybody home?"

The only answer the duo receives is the echo of Hopper's voice bouncing back to them as they step inside.

"We come in peace."

As she stood here now, Joyce realized everything was as she had last left it. That is... all but one thing.

One person.

Bob Newby. Superhero.

《•••》

He stood, the warmest of smiles gracing his face as he looked at the woman he loved. She was safe.

The next thing he felt was a harsh thud in his spine and skull as he was thrown to the floor.

All he knew was fear as he stared death in the face; its haunches in the air and its faceless head peeled away to reveal several rows of sharp thorny teeth as it pinned the man to the floors.

Joyce jumps back at the sight, her horrified screams blending with his own. The creature towers over Bob, and despite the man's best efforts he cannot quite match the beast's strength. It raises a single lean arm into the air, and in one swift motion its talons glide down to meet his left kidney. As its claws sink further into his sides, a cloud of deep crimson stains his scrubs, and a guttural cry of pain tears from deep within his chest.

"No!"

Joyce's cries of anguish alert the chief, who comes in all too late. He draws his rifle, now more in tune with the weapon without a still unconscious Will over his shoulder. But even then, it is far too late when the bullets hit the thing attacking Bob. Life has already begun to drain from the man, and in a matter of seconds, his chest had been torn to shreds.

"No!" She cries, fighting against Hopper's grip, unable to tear her teary eyes away from Bob.

"Go!"

As she is pulled around the corner, her one free arm stretches out after the man who had risked so much.

"Bob!"

The last thing she sees before the scene disappears from her view altogether is Bob's trembling and bloody hand reaching out for her in his remaining moments.

"No!"

《•••》

"Joyce,"

Her eyes are far away and haunted when she finally looks at Hopper. It looked to him as if she was pulling herself out of a memory, and he didn't have to wonder which. Hopper had a hunch this would happen, but he was in no place to blame her.

"You okay?" He asks.

But she was already burying it. Again, something he anticipated.

"I'm fine," she says quickly.

"You wanna wait in the car?"

Joyce all but scoffed and marched ahead.

"I said I'm fine."

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Hours. They had been at this. For hours. At least... Well, that's what it felt like to Steve and Dustin as they continued their search.

Really it had only been a little over one.

Spycraft could be pretty boring, they quickly realized.

Their mission was beginning to feel a bit silly as the longer time wore on. After all, what were the odds they'd find an actual evil Russian waltzing around in broad daylight?

"Target acquired," Dustin gasped.

Okay, so maybe the odds were pretty decent.

"Where?"

"Ten o'clock. Sam Goody's,"

"Give me that," Steve says, taking hold of the binoculars.

Sure enough, just as Dustin had said, a towering man in shades, long blonde hair, was carrying a duffle bag as he strode through the crowd.

"Shit. Duffle bag,"

Lowering the binoculars, the duo look to one another with grave faces as it dawns on them.

-"Evil Russian"

He wasn't at all hard to spot in their sudden chase. His all-black jumpsuit stood out among the sea of neon around him as he ascended the escalator.

Despite his casted looks at his surroundings, the man didn't seem to notice the two boys close on his tail.

"Slow down," Dustin warned, as they squeezed through a group of girls.

"We're losin' him,"

"You're getting too close,"

Steve's shoulder suddenly collided with a guy not much older than him, who turned to scowl at him.

"Watch it, dickwad!"

The target slowed, peering curiously over his shoulder. Steve and Dustin fall back against the wall; Steve behind a plant that didn't exactly hide him or his bright blue uniform and Dustin ran for the payphone. He picked it up, immediately speaking into it in a monotone voice he would cringe at later.

"Hello. Yes. I am fine. How are you?"

But he didn't seem to notice, the target had already moved on. He seemed to be in a hurry.

When they were certain he had no reason to spot them, they fell back into a scurry on his tail which carried them all the way to...

Jazzercise?

Peering around the corner, Steve and Dustin watched bewildered as the man hurried to the front of the class.

"All right, everyone, listen up!" He yells.

Their minds raced as he threw the duffle bag onto the counter with an impressive thud before pulling back the zipper.

"I just have one question for you."

What evil did this man have in mind for this poor, unsuspecting group of women?

"Who..."

He rips his glasses off, and reaches into the duffle bag-

"is ready to sweat?"

-and pulls out a boombox.

Simultaneously, their faces fall into small 'o's as they gape at the unexpected turn of events.

The ladies clad in neon tights and leg warmers bounce happily on their mats, and a chorus of agreements ring out throughout the class.

"That's right!" Cheers the non-Russian. With a blindingly white smile, he presses play on the boombox and Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go begins to burst from the speakers. Stepping onto a mat of his own, he unzips his black jumpsuit — which they now realized was a tracksuit — to reveal an equally neon, dangerously thin, muscle tee. "Okay! Let's start nice and easy now."

A grimace falls over Steve and Dustin as they watch the sight unfold.

"Let's move our thighs. Yeah!"

The women cheer as he begins to grind the air.

"Yeah, ladies, warm it up."

They begin to copy his motions.

"Bring it down to your hips. Start feeling that burn, everywhere, down in the loins, right?"

Steve just blinks.

"Slow now. Just isolate."

The man begins thrusting his hips, and Dustin watches horrified.

Okay, so maybe this mission wouldn't be so easy.

But if they were going to find anything, he was sure it would be easier to handle than this.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

"The week is long," Robin mutters. "The silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west. A trip to China sounds nice if you tread lightly."

She takes a thoughtful sip of her soda, eyes raking over her notepad with the now fully translated message. Turns out, translation went a lot faster without those idiots trying to help. But something was still nagging at her.

"Tread lightly," she mumbles, discarding her drink and beginning to thumb through the translation book.

Had she gotten it wrong? She didn't think she had, but why else would it be bothering her?

She was pulled from her thoughts at the sudden sound of knocking on the back door. In a haste, she unhooks the headphones from her neck and squeezes through the partition window before yanking open the back door.

"Delivery for you,"

"Thank you," she says, grabbing for the package.

It was heavy, but that was to be expected. It must be the new shipment in from Michigan, she thought. With a huff, she drops it onto the break table before turning back to the waiting delivery man.

She scratched her signature in before handing the pen and clipboard back, and that's when her eyes linger on his uniform.

LYNX TRANSPORTATION

That nagging feeling was back, but more than anything it felt like an itch had finally been scratched.

It couldn't be, could it?

"Have a nice day,"

"Yeah, you too," she mumbles.

She could hear the wheels of his hand truck carrying down the hall and that's when Robin peered out after him.

A hint of a smirk grew on her face when she laid eyes on the insignia painted over the back of his uniform.

"Silver cat." She gasps. "Silver. Cat."

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"Hey, Robin, you're not gonna believe who Dustin thought was a Russian," Steve grumbled as they strode back into Scoops Ahoy.

Dustin shoved his arm.

"You did too."

"No, I did not!"

"Yes, you did!"

"No, I did not."

But Robin wasn't listening. She had shoved herself right past them without so much as a glance in their direction.

Out of breath in exhilaration, Robin finds herself on the ledge of the topiary in the very heart of Starcourt. Her eyes scoured the shops and she can feel everything falling into place.

"A trip to China sounds nice," she mutters. "A trip to China... sounds... nice..."

If Lynx Transportation was the Silver Cat, something in this mall — a store in this mall — then that meant...

Imperial Panda.

Her grin returns.

"A trip to China sounds nice."

She checks her notes again.

'If you tread lightly'

It had to be something with shoes...

How about Kauffman shoes?

"If you tread lightly,"

Now blue and yellow... what could that be — where had she seen that?

"When blue meets yellow..."

Her eyes fly across the walls, and for a moment she wonders if it's somewhere deeper in the mall out of sight. But that didn't make sense. What did make sense were the two clock hands at the center of the mall she had glanced at almost every hour of every shift.

"in the west."

"Robin?"

Steve and Dustin reach her side, peering up at her with a questioning look.

"What are you doing?"

"I cracked it," is all she can say.

"Cracked what?"

No longer able to contain her excitement, she jumped down from the ledge and her lips split into a small, shaky smile.

"I cracked the code."

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Stepping through the airlock doors that separated the world from the gate to the Upside Down was not as daunting as it once had been.

For one, the airlock obviously was no longer functioning, nor was anything else in the building and above all, it all felt... empty. It looked more like an abandoned hospital than a notoriously evil government lab dedicated to the study of alternate dimensions and psychic child weapons.

And what once had been a gaping hole that lowered into a stories-high rift to another dimension was now just a slab of fresh concrete. The gate, and any way of reaching it, had long since been sealed.

Hopper gives a definitive, hollow knock on the plaster when they reach the wall, and turns to Joyce, "Nobody's home," and paces away.

"All the cavities have been filled. I watched 'em do it, Joyce."

At the very least, it was hard to swallow. For so long the truth had always led back here. Everything led back here.

The mind flayer, the demodogs. Will himself.

How could this not be the lab? Or at the very least, the Upside Down?

"It's over," Hopper concludes, seemingly reading her thoughts. Sharing a collective sigh with Joyce, Hopper looks around at the remains as she takes a seat on a nearby lift. "It's over,"

"I feel like I'm looking my mind," she says.

"You're not losing your mind," Hopper assures, nervously beginning to pace. "Not any more than I am."

He nibbles on the inside of his cheek as he nervously kicks a loose piece of rubble.

"You know, the other day, I almost shot Betsy Payne's dog because it came rushing at me from behind this fence, and I... I swear to God I thought it was one of those things."

The look in Joyce's eyes was all too familiar. It was a look he knew he had been wearing as long as she had

"You know that I'm keeping a close eye on things, right?"

"Yeah,"

"Because it is important to me." Hopper all but chokes. "It is important to me that you feel safe. That you and your family feel safe. I want you to feel like this can still be your home."

Joyce winces.

"What?" He asks somberly, already knowing the answer. "You didn't think I'd find out about that? Gary called me. He's said he's fixing up your house to put on the market."

Joyce makes no effort to deny his claims and Hopper realizes he never really expected her to. He didn't know what he was expecting. But the Byers leaving Hawkins was something he considered unthinkable.

And knowing that family, he wasn't the only one who'd miss them.

"The kids know yet?"

Joyce doesn't say a word, but it's all the answer he needed. The look on her face says it all; she didn't want to. She was afraid to. But she was also afraid to be in Hawkins. Afraid for her boys being in Hawkins.

And Hopper knew that feeling all too well.

"After Sarah..." he sighs, taking a seat on the ground beside her. "I had to get away... I had to get the hell out of that place, you know? Outrun those, uh... those memories, I guess."

Hopper tries to summon the words but they were having a hard time through the lump in his throat. There wasn't a day that went by he didn't think about his little girl. About what life would have been like had she still been around, how she and El would get along... All of it. But that wasn't the truth, and he knew it.

"I mean, why do you think I ended up back in this shithole?"

Eyes brimming with tears, Hopper peers up at the woman who had wormed her way into his heart all those years ago. She let out a pathetic chuckle, as he did and all he can do is smile weakly up at her.

"But you have something that I never had. You have people that know what you've been through. You have people that care about you. Right here. In Hawkins."

"You mean," she begins, her voice soft and cracked. "You mean, people like Scott Clarke?"

There's a painful silence that Joyce finally puts out of its misery.

"That was a joke," she smiled.

Hopper releases a sharp breath, his eyes fluttering closed in relief and her smile widens just a little further.

"Mm," he groans softly, giving a small laugh.

Lost in the moment and each other's company, they had nearly forgotten where they were had it not been for the sudden clang echoing down the nearby halls.

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darter-blue · 3 years

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For my Christmas prompt challenge with @martelldoran and @kalee60

Prompt: Mistletoe

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Bucky is not having the best time.

Objectively, looking back at some of his past experiences, this should be a cake walk. He can catalogue the following as evidence: He is not tied down. He is not under duress. He is not fighting for air. He does not have any kind of electrode, or electrical device strapped to or near his body. He is not being put into cryogenic storage. He has not been given a gun, a knife, and a mission to use those weapons to hurt, maim or kill.

He is not being hurt, maimed or killed.

And the big one, the kicker; he is not alone.

But. Therein lies the problem.

It’s true that Bucky craves company, the warmth of a body close by, the comforting sound of someone else's breathing, the weight of their presence in a room. But he can only handle one or two people at the best of times. At the worst of times, well, he can barely handle himself, it’s no good for anyone else to be near him.

And this, right now - well there have to be close to a hundred people in this room.

Admittedly it's a large room. Of course it is, it's Tony's tower. The room is open to the entire space of this floor, and split level. But still. It's loud and it's crowded, and the exits are compromised, and Bucky hates it. He hates it.

And Steve. Steve isn't here yet. He was supposed to be here an hour ago. He was supposed to be here to make an appearance, to be a team player, smile happily and accept Christmas gifts and drink the spiced wine and then rescue his old friend Bucky from the smothering effect of too many people and not enough air.

But he's not here. He's stuck at a press event for the Avengers, and has sent Bucky a text to say that he would be there soon, to please wait for him, that it had been too long since he's seen him and also he needs a good excuse to get out of the party early.

What better excuse is there than a broken down ex-assassin with proximity issues and a desperate need to get home to his (too) quiet, park slope apartment.

So. Bucky is stuck until Steve arrives.

He managed to get here on his own, though, so at least he can tick that box off his recovery list. Today he performed grown-up-human-being tasks. He has made polite conversation with people he doesn't know well enough to panic on, he's managed to keep down three out of three of the hors d'oeuvres he's picked from passing plates, and he's managed not to slip into staring his murder glare at anyone, not to scare the shit out of Tony's guests, or the wait staff, or the other Avengers. So he will be patting himself on the back tonight, perhaps he can look back and see the pain as being worth the sense of accomplishment.

Bucky is especially proud that he's managed to dress festively, as requested, in a dark green knitted sweater covered in tiny reindeer, a red knit cap to keep his head warm and red and white Christmas mittens that, despite his compulsion to do otherwise, he removed upon entering. Shortly before he sat down at the couch he quietly pulled into this corner. They are sitting next to him, folded, on the coffee table. Next to his eggnog and the helmet for his motorcycle.

Natasha has been swinging by his spot every twenty minutes to gauge his emotional state, and each time she looks more ready to pull him up and force him to mingle. So far Bucky’s face has persuaded her to avoid the inclination.

Someone finally does collapse into the seat next to him, but it's not Nat and it's not Steve. It's the kid, Wanda, with her long auburn hair and her big eyes and her haunted expression.

'Is it okay if I sit here?' she asks, looking over at Bucky, perched on the end of the cushion like she's ready to jump up at the slightest sign that Bucky doesn't want her there.

And though he’s terrible at talking to people (he remembers fleetingly, that he was good at it once) he can’t deny that the proximity, the rhythmic sound of her breathing, the heartbeat Bucky's enhanced ears can hear, nice and steady; it all serves as a balm for the excessive number of people shouting and laughing and eating around him.

'Sure, you can sit there,' Bucky answers, flicking his eyes up and down Wanda's outfit. Green, red and white striped stockings with a short red pinafore dress over a green long sleeved t-shirt. 'I like your outfit. Festive.'

'Oh,' she says, looking down at herself, 'Yes, well. This is my first ever Christmas, so I'm taking it very seriously.'

'Ah,' Bucky says, not wanting to poke too hard at the subject, lest she not wish to open up, 'It's my first Christmas for the last seventy years or so. I went a bit overboard with festive as well.'

'Are you holding up okay?' Wanda asks, a lilt to her accent, her head cocked slightly to one side. 'Did you need anything?'

'I'm okay,' Bucky lies, 'I'm just… laying low.'

'I can see that, ' Wanda smiles as she looks over the couch he stole away to hide on, 'But it's good that you're here.'

'Thanks, kid,' and he means it. There's few people in the world who can understand what it's like to live in Bucky's head. He's lucky that two of them happen to be here tonight, keeping an eye on him.

And of course now that Bucky has found someone to talk to, Steve finally arrives. When the way Bucky's eyes will seek him out, will track him, is made even more obvious by the fact that it stops him mid conversation. And though he's conscious that Wanda is watching him, Bucky can't help the laugh that escapes him at the sight of Steve in his "festive" outfit.

He has put zero thought into it, it's just his regular outfit, blue jeans and a too tight blue dress shirt, but with the addition of a headband with some kind of green and red decoration fastened to a wire, standing straight up over Steve's head.

And Bucky would be excusing himself to get up and go over to him, only it seems like suddenly every other guest at the party has had the same idea. Bucky knows that Steve is a favourite, that people flock to him. Bucky is well acquainted with the particular brand of magnetism that Steve has possessed his entire life. But this is different.

Every new person that greets Steve is reaching up to kiss him. Most people are pressing rosy Cheeks to Steve's and planting a kiss there. But every so often someone will bypass Steve's offered cheek and press their lips to his lips. Lips plump and pink and now accosted. Lips that Bucky has been staring at since Steve walked in the door. Lips that he's always had trouble looking away from.

But Bucky’s indecision is a moot point now. Steve has spotted him tucked away in the corner with Wanda and smiles. He says something low and serious to Sam, on Steve’s right, their heads bent forward and their shoulders touching. And then Steve laughs and looks up, claps Sam on the shoulder and makes a beeline for Bucky. Scattering people as he wades through them, singular target now in sight.

He gets three feet from Bucky and then pauses. Standing straight and looming over Bucky and Wanda. Looking between the two of them nervously.

'Hey Buck, sorry I'm so late.'

'It's no problem, Steve,’ Bucky says, nervous by proxy, ‘Wanda's been keeping me company.'

'That’s good, you look good. I love the sweater, where did you find it? Have you been shopping?'

Bucky has to admit, this level of nervousness is unusual even for Steve. 'No I made this,' he says, pulling at the knit, ‘I’ve been knitting as part of my therapy.’

'You made that, Buck?' Steve asks, strange half smile on his face.

'Yeah… it's a work in progress.' He dropped a few stitches, it's a little uneven at the neckline, but it fits and it's warm, so Bucky is happy with it.

'No, I love it.'

And Bucky doesn't like the fluttery feeling those words set off in his stomach. He tries to deflect. 'What about you?' Bucky asks.

'What about me?'

'What's with this terrible excuse for a festive outfit, some holly or whatever over your head?'

'Oh you mean the mistletoe?' And Steve eyes are darting away from Bucky, his feet are scuffing the ground.

'Ah,' Bucky says, suddenly understanding the rush to get to Steve so they could kiss him, 'You did that on purpose?' He only asks, because normally Steve hates to be kissed, or touched, or be the center of attention. Also it's fun to watch Steve blush. Always has been.

'Well, I mean. yes. It's festive! I ran out of time to implement my first plan, this was a back up.' Steve is getting more flustered with every word.

'It's cute,’ Bucky says, making light of it, worried Steve might spontaneously combust with this sudden onset of nerves, ‘And there are people lining up over there to actually kiss you. Seems like a good plan...'

'I didn't really... I mean I didn't want...' Steve can’t seem to find the words he's looking for, and Wanda looks between the two of them and stands up from her chair.

'I have to go find Maria, come and say goodbye to me before you head off, okay Bucky?' Wanda asks, already backing away from where Steve and Bucky are speaking.

'I will,' Bucky calls out after her, and she salutes him sloppily before turning away.

'Sweet kid,' Bucky says, looking up at Steve, 'So sorry, what's with the "kiss me" sign that you've decided to dress in for this party?'

'It's not a- Listen I hadn't exactly thought this through, okay?'

'Sure, that sounds just like you,' Bucky says with a laugh.

'I just wanted, I just thought, it might be nice to have an excuse to-' Steve cuts himself off by closing his mouth with a snap.

'An excuse to kiss somebody?' Bucky asks. And this time the laugh is fake. Because Bucky doesn't want to know who Steve has his eye on. Who Steve wants an excuse to kiss at this party. Stark knows a lot of pretty people. Although for a moment Bucky is frozen by the idea that it might be Sam. The two of them are close in a way that makes Bucky's heart hurt a little. But that's not his job any more. It's not his spot. He's not Captain America's right hand man. He doesn't have Steve's six. Sam has that now.

God he hopes it's not Sam.

(He likes Sam, he does, but he can’t ignore Sam. He would have front row seats to watch the whole thing unfold).

Whoever it is, Steve has gone bright red. It shouldn't be so fucking gorgeous, the red flush that creeps up into his cheeks, that spreads down his neck, out to his ears. His few freckles stand out starker against the flush and he looks younger. More innocent. More like the Stevie that Bucky still has patchy memories of, from before the war. Before Steve got big.

'G-ah,' Steve starts with a strangled cough, 'No it's... Well I mean yes but I...' Steve looks around, scanning the room and his eyes land back on Bucky, wide and terrified.

'Are they here, Steve?'

And Steve nods slowly, reluctantly.

'Do you need me to go with you?' He asks, like maybe Steve needs a wingman. Though god knows, from what Bucky remembers, he was never very good at it in the past (which was potentially deliberate on Bucky's part, if the emotions attached to those faded memories are anything to go by).

'No Bucky, I...'

'If you're chickening out you can always just take the thing off your head, Steve, no sense getting worked up about it.' It's criminal, the relief Bucky is feeling at the idea that Steve might not be able to go through with it.

' No Buck. I just - will you give me a second to figure this out,' Steve says, and he steps closer as he speaks, his words almost a plea, the way he's looking at Bucky.

And Bucky has to nod, because he never could deny Steve anything.

Steve steps closer still, right in front of where Bucky is sitting in his chair, and then drops to his knees in front of Bucky. Which... has Bucky raising an eyebrow. Has him moving forward in his seat to lean into Steve's space, find out why he's looking at Bucky like that.

When Steve reaches across with his big hands to take a hold of Bucky's and rest them on Bucky's knees, it's time for Bucky to start asking questions.

'Stevie, what is it?'

'It's you, Buck.'

'What's me?' Bucky asks, and the worry that he might have done something to warrant this bizarre behaviour is clear in Bucky's voice.

But Steve just smiles and shakes his head. 'Oh Buck,' he says, leaning impossibly closer, 'It's for you . The mistletoe,' and Steve looks down, his ridiculous eyelashes fanning across his cheeks as he does, and then up again, to fix Bucky with that bright blue stare, 'The mistletoe is for you .'

Wait. What? Bucky has to process that. He has to take a moment to hold that thought in his mind and turn it around until it makes sense. The mistletoe is for Bucky?

'You want...' Bucky stares into Steve's eyes and now that he's looking for it, sees the same stress, the same fear in Steve's expression as he imagines can be seen on his own, 'You want to kiss me , Stevie?'

And Steve sighs a puff of air with relief. 'Yeah Buck, that's exactly what I want.'

And Bucky. Bucky doesn't wait a second longer. He shifts further forward and pulls Steve in sharply by their clasped hands. Steve lets go to catch himself on Bucky's shoulders, and Bucky lifts his free hand to cup it against Steve's cheek. 'Me too, Stevie,' Bucky says, sighing the words into Steve's lips, they're so close to touching, 'I want that too.' And he tilts his chin up to meet Steve's mouth, living out this moment he’s been dreaming of for too many lifetimes. He fits his lips to Steve's, opens into him, draws Steve in with the slight press of his tongue, sucks Steve's bottom lip in and bites down on it gently.

And Steve, Steve pushes back against Bucky. With a sudden rush of power he drives into him, pushes him back against the couch, crowds into him, uses all his bulk to slam Bucky into the cushions and kiss him with a ferocity that should scare Bucky but in fact does the opposite. Bucky can't do more than simply clutch at Steve, hold on by his fingertips as Steve attacks him. Open his mouth to Steve's lips and teeth and tongue.

It's not until they hear someone clearing their throat that Bucky remembers they're at Stark's party. Practically in the middle of a crowd of people.

They separate slowly, look up furtively, and it's Nat looking down at them. The rest of the guests seem to be turned away with feigned nonchalance.

'So ah, not that this isn't hot as fuck,' Nat says, smirk on her face and in her voice, 'But you might want to slow down before you start removing clothes. You don't want to show Tony up at his own party.'

'Fuck,' Steve says, pulling away just enough to Bucky to breathe beneath him, 'Shit, sorry Buck.'

'It's okay,' Bucky says, breathless, 'But ah,’ Bucky looks around and back up at Steve, who’s shirt buttons have been ripped open, the mistletoe knocked askew, hair sticking up everywhere, ‘Maybe we should get out of here.'

'Oh,' Steve says, his pupils blowing out wide at the idea of their leaving together, 'Oh, but I don't have a car. Sam drove me.'

'It's fine I've got my bike, it's just big enough for two,' Bucky says with a smile, and Steve smiles too, wide and joyful.

'Well go on then, Jesus,' Nat says, shaking her head at the and pointing over her shoulder, 'Get out of here, I can make your excuses with everyone for you.'

'Thanks Nat,' Steve says, standing up and pulling Bucky with him, leaning in to press a kiss to Nat's cheek, 'I owe you one.'

'You owe me many,' she says ominously. 'Hurry up before I change my mind.'

And they don't need to be told again. Steve pulls Bucky along behind him as they head for the elevators. Ignoring any and all curious faces.

'My place or yours?' Bucky asks as he presses the button for the garage.

'I don't care as long as it's with you,' Steve says, staring down at Bucky.

And Bucky can't do anything but stare back. And scream internally. And thank god that he didn't leave the party early.

Because this... This is everything Bucky wanted and more.

This might not really be his first Christmas. But it's his best. It's the best.

It's perfect.

#stucky #christmas stucky #steve x bucky #bucky barnes #steve rogers #fluff #friends to lovers

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The Ghosts of Fiery Cloud Manor- Chapter 2: The Scholar's Manor

Summary: Xiaotian meets Tang and his partner.

AO3

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"QI XIAOTIAN!"

The moment he stepped foot in the village, Xiaotian found himself freezing. The yelling was too close. Too close to the bark of his father. He slapped himself out of those thoughts, turning.

A man in a white and brown robe was hurrying up, red scarf fluttering after him. He came to a stop, leaning on his knees to pant. "Xiaotian, correct?" he said as he straightened, brushing dirt off his robe.

Xiaotian nodded, holding out his hand. "You must be Mr. Tang, right?"

The scholar gave his hand a firm shake. "Indeed, I am!" Tang said, using his other hand to fix his glasses. They turned at footsteps, watching another man, dressed in a yellow sweater, hurry up. "And this is my partner Sun Wukong."

"Like the Monkey King?" He couldn't help it. He had been obsessed with the stories since he was a kid.

For some reason, panic flashed across Tang's face. "Yes! Like the Monkey King! Not exactly like the Monkey King but close..."

Wukong took over at the scholar nervously laughed. "He's a big fan." He stage-whispered. "Anyway, kid, he saw your text and freaked out, thinking someone was still there and you were hurt or something."

"Actually…"

He explained about the lack of footprints in the dust and the paintings. Tang visibly calmed when he heard that there hadn’t been an actual intruder. “You’re right, the paintings still being there are a good sign.” He rubbed his chin in thought, not seeming to notice as Wukong wrapped an arm around his shoulder and start leading him down to the village, gesturing for Xiaotian to follow. “It’s possible that the stories kept any wannabe thieves away…”

“The stories?”

Tang glanced at him with a smile, his next words bearing a sharp contrast.

“Oh, the ghost stories.”

-_-

Sunlight drew Xiaotian from slumber. He didn’t get out of bed immediately, mulling over dinner last night.

In the inn’s dining room, over a meal of vegetarian noodles, Tang had laid down the history of Fiery Cloud Manor. Yes, the manor was built right where Red Boy, one of the most famous villains of Journey to the West, was claimed to live, giving the manor its name. One of Tang’s ancestors had built the manor centuries ago after he came back from studying in Britain. A few weeks after his sudden death, the manor had suddenly been abandoned and locked up and none of Tang’s family allowed to go in.

Which led to the rumors of ghosts.

But what kept playing Xiaotian’s minds was what Wukong had said, clearly not intending to be heard.

“Hopefully, ghosts are the only thing that’s in there…”

He finally pulled himself out of bed, stretching. He got dressed and packed a bag, a plan outlining in his mind. Tang didn’t have any maps of the manor, so Xiaotian would figure out the layout of the manor and get a feel for what was there and what needed to be done. He needed cleaning product and a unit more specific than ‘a lot’ would be helpful.

When he opened his door, the monkey waiting outside wasted no time in clinging to his front. “Seriously?” Xiaotian voiced, staring at the monkey. It gave a happy chirp. “This has to stop, you can’t get attached.” He continued on this vein as he walked downstairs, not even noticing the innkeeper, Mr. Syntax, watching until he chuckled.

“Good company?”

“He’s persistent,” Xiaotian said, plopping the monkey back onto the counter. “I’ll give him that. Hey, do you know if there’s anywhere I can get a packed lunch?” The monkey reached for his loose hair and he batted its hands away. “I want to get a full day out in the manor.”

“Oh, I’ll whip something up while you’re eating breakfast.”

Xiaotian thanked him and headed into the pub, ordering some dumplings. He couldn’t resist snapping a picture and texting it to Pigsy. Pretty good, but not as good as yours! A few minutes later, there was a response of Good. Miss you. Xiaotian sent back a miss you! before the innkeeper handed him a brown paper bag. He headed out and soon found the trail again.

The soft mist of morning lingered around him as he started his hike. Now that Xiaotian was slightly more awake, he noticed more details on his walk. Bull and monkey statues, worn away by weather and time, lined the path. Scattered here and there were wild peach trees, soft breezes scattering pink and white petals. With the sunrise, it was beautiful.

By the time Fiery Cloud Manor came into view, he was smiling. His smile stopped when he saw the closed gate…

And no headband.

Some critter must've gotten curious. At least he had a spare...which he had forgotten. Xiaotian pushed that aside and headed through the gate and to the door, making sure to wedge two large rocks he found to prop open the doors. When that was done, he studied the floor.

The entrance hall floor was made of red marble, gold veins cracking through it. The wallpaper was a similar shade of red- clearly, Tang’s ancestor hadn’t cared about how red on red would look- and when he wiped some dust away, he found a pattern of bulls. Above, a crystal chandelier would’ve offered light, but it was more spiderweb than crystal. Xiaotian shivered at the thought of spiders. “You probably have a lot of them,” he said out loud. His voice bounced off the walls, echoing into the depths. “You probably hate that- believe me, I would.”

Weirdly, he felt less weird talking to the house than the monkey.

“Let’s get to know each other.”

He set down the hallway, pulling out his phone to start his playlist. He hummed along to the music as he found more paintings, as well as vases and decorative armor and weapons. Which was weird. Wouldn’t someone take something like that when the house was abandoned? Xiaotian found himself pushing those thoughts away when he came to a traditional paper push door, a pair of large flames decorating it.

He pushed them open, sending dust scattering. The marble floor in this room had been replaced with wood with a reddish tint to it. Xiaotian moved his gaze up and yelped when he looked back.

"Okay." He said when his heart stopped racing. His several reflections repeated the motions of his mouth. "Mirrors. Didn't expect mirrors." Xiaotian headed in. There had to be windows somewhere, right?

Nope. All Xiaotian found in what he was recognizing as a ballroom were mirrors, occasionally broken by the white wall underneath. This room probably looked less creepy when the golden chandeliers above were lit. But for now, Xiaotian was glad to get out.

The rest of the manor was less creepy, thankfully. Four floors and an attic were open for examination. He found a door that must've led to a basement, but the door held firm when Xiaotian had tried to open it. He brushed it off, happy to wait to deal with that, and continued his exploration. Most of all, he found Tang wasn't kidding when he had said that the manor had been abandoned suddenly.

None of the furniture looked missing. The decor was still decorating. Some of the rooms still had clothes in their closets. Then Xiaotian entered the library. "Are you kidding?!" he yelled to nobody. "Who just leaves their books?!"

There wasn't a single gap in the bookshelves that filled the room. There was a marble fireplace, any fire having long since died out, and dusty furniture. There was a desk that, under further examination, looked like whoever had been writing had simply gone up to get a snack and had never come back. A portrait of a familiar woman- the same woman from the painting downstairs, that horn hairstyle was hard to miss- looked down at the desk with a look of distaste.

"I feel you." he told her.

He continued his examination, humming along to the next song to come on. He froze when a kid screamed for more candy. "Mei!" Xiaotian grabbed his phone, turning it on to show it had gone to his Don't Even Think About It playlist. In retrospective, he probably shouldn't have a playlist titled this. Or use Xiaojiao's birthday as his passcode.

He switched it to a different playlist and then turned to texting his best friend. You're five hours away, how are you still driving me crazy?

A minute later, his phone lit up with a call from Xiaojiao. He answered it and her giggle filled the library. "Sounds like someone found the new song!"

"Yeah, that horrible Disney remix. Thank you for that."

Xiaojiao let out a snort, soon calming. "So, how is it? Epic disaster or nice fixer-upper?"

Xiaotian looked around. "More like epic fixer-upper. Mr. Tang was right- this is the perfect place for a museum."

"How bad is it?"

That was another weird thing. For a house that had been abandoned for at least a century, there was surprisingly no damage. "Just some dust, cobwebs, and grime here and there. But seriously, this place is amazing."

"I see you found your soulmate."

He couldn't help his own snort of laughter. "Yes, I predict a spring wedding. I wish you were here to see it-" Something hit his back and he screamed. For a moment, there was nothing but panic.

Finally, the creature hopped off…

And the inn monkey blinked innocently up at him.

"MK?! Is everything okay?!"

"Fine!" Xiaotian said, feeling his heart race from the scare. "It's just the monkey."

"...the monkey?"

Said monkey let out a chirp before hopping up onto his shirt, reaching for the paper bag. "No," he told it, holding the bag as far as he could. "I will not feed you! Sorry, Xiaojiao, this monkey apparently likes to hop from the local nature reserve."

There was a coo from the other end before someone else spoke. "Okay, I have to go!" Xiaojiao said. Xiaotian froze at her planning voice. "Love you, bye!" And just like that, she was gone.

He was broken out of his confusion by paws batting at his hair and he gave in. "Fine." Xiaotian said, sitting down on one of those comfy-looking armchairs. "Let's see what we have that won't make you sick."

The bag was opened and he pulled out some noodles, Peking duck, white rice, and some spring rolls. Finally, Xiaotian found a bag of dried peach slices, marketed as peach chips. He popped open the bag and handed it over to the monkey.

They ate in companionable music-filled silence. The monkey occasionally paused to cock it's head. Then, when Xiaotian had finished his lunch and was placing the trash in the bag, it let out a series of chirps and squeaks, mimicking the tune. "You're a talented little guy, aren't you?" Xiaotian asked, reaching over to give it a head scratch. Realization struck a moment later.

Oh boy. He had gotten attached, to both house and monkey.

He could deal with that later, he mused as he leaned back, feeling sleepy. His stomach was full, the armchair was comfy, and the library was surprisingly warm, which all pushed him deeper into the abyss of slumber. It wasn't an issue. He could take a quick nap...

He didn't notice a figure watching him as his eyes fell shut.

#The Ghosts of Fiery Cloud Manor #my writing #Monkie Kid #Lego Monkie Kid #Peachtea #Qi Xiaotian #MK #Tang #Sun Wukong #Long Xiaojiao #Mei #Peachteashipping

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dreaming-of-assclass · 3 years

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AssClass Halloween Costumes

I’m a few days late lmao...but here we go 👻🎃

Karma: Edward Scissorhands. A classic. He goes all out in his costume and it looks really good...scary but awesome yeah. Waves his scissors in front of people’s faces to be annoying.

Isogai: The Phantom of the Opera. Gets complaints later from his fangirls that the mask was covering his “beautiful face.”

Okajima: A sexy devil costume. It’s not too revealing but it’s certainly quite feminine, which throws people off guard. But he struts with confidence and 3-E supports him all the way.

Okano: Princess Mononoke. She looks like such a badass with the wolf cape and the red markings on her cheeks.

Okuda: Mickey Mouse. She looks so so cute in the little overalls and gloves, and ear headbands. Matching with Kayano.

Kataoka: Audrey Hepburn. Sis got legs for days and the tights/heels emphasizes them even more. Turns so many girls gay, let’s be real.

Kayano: Minnie Mouse. She looks adorable in the dress and cute ears headband. She’s matching with her bestie Okuda UwU.

Kanzaki: Mario!! The comical handlebar mustache looks hilarious on her, and she’s just such a cutie in the outfit.

Kimura: a Mummy, who looks legitimately terrifying with dark makeup and gold contacts. Ends up having a crisis when he needs to pee but can’t get out of the wrapping.

Kurahashi: Belle from Beauty and the Beast. The yellow dress looks gorgeous on her. Lowkey wanted to ask Karasuma to be the beast, but thankfully, she didn’t.

Nagisa: Luke Skywalker. The tunic looks really adorable on him ngl, and his lightsaber is actually so cool. Half the night, his friends keep trying to steal it and play around. Didn’t expect to coordinate with Mimura but they take a bunch of great pics together uwu.

Sugaya: Doesn’t really dress up. But he has the best and most elaborate face makeup. Dude seriously looks like a monster or demon or whatever he intended. It looks so good and professional. Other than that, he’s wearing plain sweats he just threw fake blood on.

Sugino: A werewolf umpire, of course. He’s dressed in the baseball outfit with a scary mask on. Definitely gets called a furry by multiple people.

Takebayashi: KIRITO FROM SWORD ART ONLINE FSDJHKS. He spends forever (and with some help from Hara) on his costume, having the black trenchcoat and swords and everything. His hair is messy and unlike it’s usual style, and he lowkey gets some attention for his visuals.

Chiba: Howl Pendragon. He looks so charming in the outfit. Is he blonde or does he keep his dark hair? I can’t decide. Also Kaho is Sophie.

Terasaka: Totoro. He goes as Totoro. I’m not kidding at all. He may have lost a dare to his sister, and had to wear this giant onesie of the beloved character. But as much as he’s laughed at for the night, the joke is on everyone else. He (smugly) stays warm and cozy even when it starts to get more chilly.

Nakamura: A Zombie prom queen. Bought the dress part for the costume but she made the sash herself. And her makeup is on point, it’s so scary and good. Loves making guys squirm with creepy looks, then flirting with girls.

Hazama: A ghoul. But it’s literally the most horrifying, gut-wrenching costume ever seen. Straight out of a horror movie. Super detailed, makeup is on point and terrifying. Carries weapons and scares the shit out of everyone. Makes some people even pee, and cry.

Hayami: A cheetah, in a full body costume and hat with ears. She looks so GOOD. Her sharp eyes look even more bright and feline than usual in such a dark outfit.

Hara: A ballerina!!! She looks so pretty and angelic in her pink tutu outfit, and it highkey looks so professional too. She made it herself after all haha. But yes, our Hara is a pink princess, ok?

Fuwa: Piccolo. It’s ridiculously accurate and well-made. Halfway through the night, she changes to be a One Piece character.

Maehara: Thor. Let his hair grow out a bit just for this costume. Slings the hammer around everywhere and almost accidentally kills someone with it.

Mimura: Han Solo. It’s so accurate and well made...the only thing wrong is his height lmao.

Muramatsu: the KFC guy, except he keeps advertising his ramen shop to everyone at the same time.

Yada: a bloody Alice in Wonderland, with a basket full of cookies that she carries around, and a ripped apart white rabbit plushie.

Yoshida: Danny Zuko from Grease ADJHKS. Takes out his dreadlocks for the night to have a pompadour. All his friends roast him hard and say he looks no different than he usually does lmao. Itona voice: “Are leather jackets the only things you own?”

Ritsu: Who else would she go as other than the legend Hatsune Miku. Turns her hair blue too, and sings a couple songs for everyone.

Itona: Iron Man. He looks so cute ok, this tiny little 14 year old in a bulky superhero costume that doesn’t suit his face at all.

Korosensei: Tinkerbell. One of his favorite Disney characters. Totally rocks the green dress and blonde bun. But then he starts crying and whining when his students tease him. “Tinkerbell? How fitting, Sensei! You’re both such attention seekers!”

Irina + Karasuma: They go as a sexy vampire couple, much to Karasuma’s hesitance. They look really good though. He has to hold Irina back from killing someone when the students dub her a “trampire.”

Gakushuu: A skeleton, but it’s way more elaborate than it sounds. It’s like a very detailed black tux outfit, made of 3 pieces. And every piece of it has a bone design on it, with like a blue glow so it looks he’s literally an X-ray picture. Hella cool. And he refuses makeup but reluctantly compromises with just dark eye stuff.

#assclass #assassination classroom #ansatsu kyoushitsu #3-e #gakushuu asano #irina jelavic #tadaomi karasuma #korosensei #post

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Redesigning The V3 Girls

Part 1|Part 2|Part 3|Part 4

Kaede Akamatsu

Oh Kaede, how dirty they do you. I started by giving her curly hair and darker skin since I hc faer to be mixed with Japanese and Afro-European. Next I gave faer the cute hat from her beta design but I made it piano themed. As me and @samara-doodles discussed, Kaede would be a high femme lesbian so fae wears cute skirts and dresses. Fae wears a pearl necklace, white blouse with a light pink tie with a brooch in between, pink tailcoat, frilly purple skirt with music notes, purple tights, and white Mary Janes. She gets to keep the backpack.

Maki Harukawa

I gave him shorter hair bc why does he have such long ass hair if he’s an assassin? I also gave him scars that he just covers up by saying he likes roughhousing with the kids. I took some inspiration from one of his beta designs and I dressed him in a light pink shawl with faux fur lining, black shirt, red overalls, and brown boots. He also carries a backpack full of weapons but no one needs to know that.

Himiko Yumeno

I made Himiko a bit taller bc no more lolicon shit. No more. I took some inspiration from their beta design like I always do. I made mysts dark skinned and her hair curly bc I hc myst to be Afro-European and Japanese mixed. I decided to give myst the galaxy hoodie from their beta design but they wear it as a cape, a witch hat with bunny ears on it, a frilly white blouse, black sweater vest, red skirt with white petticoats, and her canon boots but taller. I also gave myst the staff from their beta design and splash art. Their hat have strands with a sun, moon, bunny, etc charms on it.

Miu Iruma

Miu deserves to be the blonde STEM bimbo we deserve. I took some inspiration from her beta designs (wow what a surprise). She wears pink heart shaped goggles with spikes on the side, cropped pink jacket with ‘Baby’ on the back in hot pink letters, a pink zip up bodysuit with a heart zipper, the overalls from her beta design, and the boots from the beta with the crazy hair. She has tattoos everywhere and I decided to make her hair singed. She also has long pink nails and wears makeup bc she’s a bimbo. She also wears almost fingerless black gloves, they just don’t cover her nails.

Angie Yonaga

I am once again taking inspiration from beta designs. I decided to give sie the paint splattered jacket and bikini from the beta with the big ass paintbrush but with my own twist. I made the roots of sier hair black bc I can. Sie wear sier signature yellow jacket with paint splatters, a white Samue bikini, sier canon skirt but longer and with a belt to hold sier brushes, and sandals. Sie also have brown eyes and curly hair and vitiligo.

Tenko Chabashira

Pls for the love of GAWD let Tenko look like a proper aikido master. You can probably guess where I took inspiration from by now. She has shorter hair bc why does she have that long ass hair and she’s a fighter? I kept her bell bc she’s a catgirl and I made her ribbon look like cat ears. She wears a light green gi with floral patterns, light blue pants with cats on it, and socks with sandals.

Kirumi Tojo

She wears a white blouse with puffed shoulders, black vest, black knee length skirt with a spider web pattern, black stockings, and black dress shoes. She also wears black lipstick and a frilly black headband with a veil.

Tsumugi Shirogane

Xe have ficto hair in pigtails and xe wear big round glasses bc I say so. Xe wear a light blue blouse with puffed shoulders, suspenders with anime and manga pins as well as a genderfluid and lesbian flag, a knee length dark blue skirt with striped stockings, and Mary Jane shoes.

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#danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #kaede akamatsu #maki harukawa #miu iruma #kirumi tojo #angie yonaga #himiko yumeno #tenko chabashira #tsumugi shirogane #danganronpa redesign

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reallyhardy · 3 years

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regent’s open air theatre LSOH (2018) breakdown

act two. continuing on from [this post about act one!]

after the intermission they went back into mushnik’s for ‘call back in the morning’ which featured the ensemble in the number with a bunch of telephones kind of tangling/tying up audrey and seymour with them, but by the end they’d all been disentangled - it looked so chaotic i was so impressed with how well organised it was to free them by the end of the song :’) found a backstage clip showing some ensemble members from this scene:

then it was time for more heartbreak!!! the scene where seymour shows audrey his leather jacket. i kinda loved the jacket itself tbh, it had all this fringe on the back and sleeves (which was another visual call to audrey ii in drag queen form, who wears a jacket with chain “fringe” on the sleeves) and there was a rhinestone plant and ‘seymour’ written in rhinestones. but of course audrey is horrified and backed herself up against the wall and started crying and after seymour threw the jacket away they go into suddenly seymour which was done quite sweetly - seymour handed her his ‘kleenex’ (but it was a wet wipe because she actually did take off her lipstick with it)

ALSO notably there to cast a sinister light on the emotional moment - the mushnik’s shop rotates to reveal the audrey ii plant, which was grinning behind audrey and seymour as they hug at the end of the song. LOVED THIS extremely ominous the fact that the plant was smiling evilly behind them was just chef’s kiss things are about to go horribly wrong.

but anyway. now that seymour and audrey are ‘official’ they kiss!!! kind of. it was more like… seymour leaned in and kissed her nose and then sort of…slid his face down kind of towards her mouth??? it was so awkward but...v cute :’)

and of course now that we’re in act ii things are going a little worse and it’s definitely showing on seymour, who has not been beaming nearly so much and looks pretty stressed out and upset a lot of the time. by suppertime he’s freaking out and looks genuinely so mad and angry with himself when mushnik gets eaten by the plant: which was done by having the plant mouth open, mushnik step inside, and then drag queen audrey ii step up behind and attack while vines close in, and then the mouth closes up:

i think... there was more of audrey ii trying to be flirtatious with seymour either before or after this, but he is much more disgusted by it and doesn’t have to try to snap himself out of it:

(note by this point audrey ii’s wig no longer resembles OG audrey’s, and by now seymour hates her guts.) this continues into ‘the meek shall inherit’ and i loved the staging of this one because the ensemble are still in black-and-white but now wearing these pink-green gloves with pointy ends (so they look like audrey ii’s vines) and they had vines extending out from the scenery/props too, all closing in on seymour who’s freaking out even more.

in this one matt willis made multiple quick changes to play all the different characters trying to buy seymour/the plant, and he was brill each time (this wasn’t all of the looks but it was all i could find from the show trailer:)

oh, and when it came to the “then there’s audrey” part of the song, seymour takes the kleenex from suddenly seymour out of his pocket.

so seymour plots to try and kill audrey ii by grabbing a bunch of weapons (and tying a green rambo-style headband around his head) but before he can get to it audrey comes in with her seymour-costume!!! (she was even shorter next to seymour then because she was wearing converse instead of heels) and argghhh it was just so cute!!! and the sweater she put on was the one she had to come back for during ‘feed me’ which was a cute touch.

(i could only find a design sketch for the main actress in that costume, but did also find her understudy rosalind james in the same outfit.) then... sadness again though because then they go into the ‘would you still like me/i’d still love you’ scene. ‘somewhere that’s green’ plays instrumental while seymour promises he’ll find them a better life. they do their adorable little awkward kiss again and then audrey leaves.

heading toward the end then into suppertime reprise/sominex, and then the confrontation… the whole time me knowing what’s coming i was just like audrey don’t but then of course…audrey does. (also she had another costume change, this time into a half-blue-half-pink nightdress with a transparent pink raincoat on top.)

she steps into the plant ‘mouth’ and audrey ii bites her neck vampire style (so there’s no doubt that she has been wounded, no “she just fell asleep because of the sominex” theory here,) before seymour can get her out.

somewhere that’s green reprise of course i was crying again – the actress kind of played the ‘when i die, which should be very shortly’ line for funnies rather than sincerely BUT. then she went into the reprise and ohhh my god i was so sad watching seymour hold her. i noticed they never really properly kissed on the mouth (because seymour’s bad at kissing) but he was really desperately hugging her and shaking and kissing her all over on her shoulders and her hands and it was DEVASTATING.

after audrey dies seymour kept crying her name which was…i thought a bit much but sure, why not. he was sad. then he carried her to the plant and she stood up and walked backwards so they were looking at each other as she went into the plant’s “mouth” and he held onto her hands as long as he could. (this time there were no vines and the drag queen version of audrey ii wasn’t there either so it was more of an emotional parting than watching a violent/comical death.)

after that seymour tries to kill the plant (drag queen audrey ii was standing above, on top of the mushnik store prop) so he shot at her first with his halloween prop gun and then tossed the boxes of rat poison into the plant mouth, and then of course charged into the mouth and the vines are back and grab and crush him and then he’s dead. RIP that silly fool who i loved.

then it’s don’t feed the plants! the urchins come out and are wearing new outfits and open the number…

then there was the ‘characters come back onstage as plant buds’ version of the ending, but oh my god. this was so much fun i loved it so much. mushnik, orin, audrey and seymour dash out of the plant opening wearing audrey ii-ified costumes and!!! it was amazing. mushnik was in a sparkly green sequin jacket and kilt, orin was wearing his black combat boots and a sequin minidress, audrey was wearing a big poofy 1950s-ish (you know, because of her somewhere thats green dreams) pink-and-blue dress with flowers and little white gloves (and still her glasses) (and i remember as she ran out on stage she mouthed WHAT THE FUCK lmao) and seymour’s was this big puffy clown suit (probably because…he’s kind of a fool) over his blue shirt (now with sparkly red blood on it, implying that his arms/legs have been eaten) and all the ensemble also had similar crazy plant looks, very flytrap with a lot of teeth and big floppy tongues.

seymour and audrey had the little ‘we’ll have tomorrow’ line too which made my LSOH-obsessed ass get tearful again too - they grabbed each others hands for it and !!! my emotions.

there were a few bows after that but then audrey ii interrupted and was like wait we ain’t finished!!! and they did mean green mother from outer space as this huge dance number which was extremely fun. this finale was very similar to how the spongebob musical ends - after the song they tossed huge green beach balls into the audience and had a huge confetti cannon explosion. of course i went nuts for it lmao. and the best part is that THERE IS A VIDEO ON YOUTUBE:

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and then it was over. iirc it took a total 10 hours for my sister travelling there and back in on day, but it was 1000% worth it!!! next post: gonna look at costumes in detail!!!

#little shop of horrors #LSOH #regent's park open air theatre #long post #flashing gif cw

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theroguesully · 4 years

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Kinktober 2020 Day 3: Spanking (Gaara x Reader)

**PLEASE NOTE** *Boruto-aged Gaara, not a minor . **Spanking** **Sub(ish)Gaara** **Praise kink** **Masturbating** **Thigh f*cking**

Arriving at Gaara's door in the middle of the night, you didn't hesitate to let yourself in as it had become a regular thing for you to stay with the young Kazekage when visiting Suna. Kicking off your shoes at the door and finding yourself in complete darkness, however, was slightly unusual as he was usually still up, working late into the night. Assuming that he stayed at his office, you shrugged off your coat, placing it, along with your weapons and Leaf headband, on the counter. Walking towards the bedroom, you're lost in thought worrying about Gaara; has he been sleeping enough, is he eating enough, is... 'Hmm?' Your thoughts are interrupted as you step on something right outside the bedroom door. Leaning down to pick it up, you recognize it as the Kazekage's robe. "What's this doing here?" You mutter to yourself as you open the bedroom door, stepping inside, eyes widening at the sight before you.

Gaara was laid out on the bed, shirt off, pants pulled down, cock in his hand. He hadn't heard you open the door over his pants and groans. "Y/N..." He moaned out as he worked himself, hand twisting as he pumped his length, body writhing. You stood silently at the door, admiring just how pretty he looked. His skin was flushed a light pink, sweating, with one hand fisting the sheets tightly. "That's right, my love. Make me cum, please," He panted, eyes shut tight as his hips began to buck into his hand, increasing his pace. You could tell he was getting close, the realization causing heat to begin to pool between your legs. "Well, what do we have here?" You ask, opening the door wider and walking in the room as his eyes sprung open, "I wasn't gone that long, but look how needy you've become."

"My love, I-I didn't know you were back," he stuttered, sitting up, attempting to pull his pants back up. "Leave them off." Swallowing hard, his eyes met yours, "M-my love?" You saunter towards the bed, "I said: Leave. Them. Off. Lord Kazekage." The use of his title coming from your lips, making him shudder slightly, as he pulled his pants back down, reaching once more for his length. "No. You aren't going to touch yourself. I have something else in mind," you say as you begin undressing. He watched, eyes wide, wondering where this more dominant side of you had come from, as you sat on the bed and motion for him to come closer. You placed a sweet, tender kiss on his lips. "I'd like to try something," you said, a slight blush dusting your cheeks. "Anything for you," he murmurs, placing his forehead against yours. "Sit back on your knees," as he complies, you move behind him, reaching around to grasp his weeping cock. He lets out a low, throaty groan as you begin to slowly work him, "I'm not going to last long if you keep that up, Love," as his head fell back. "Oh, I really wouldn't worry about that," you whispered in his ear as you released him, gently pushing him onto his hands and knees.

His breathing was ragged as you slightly scraped your nails up and down his back, "Do you know how beautiful you are, Gaara? So breathtaking," You cooed, "So good for me like this." "But," you said, grabbing ahold of his ass cheek, causing the man to gasp slightly, "You were touching something that belongs to me." You rear-back, and he feels the sting as you bring your hand back to connect, a surprised noise escaping his lips. You rub soothing circles on his ass, skin already reddening. He feels another sting on the other cheek, and he swallows the groan that threatens to spill out. He glances down at his painfully hard cock, pre-cum leaking so much now that it's begun to pool on the sheets below him. The red-head moves to his elbows as he attempts to reach for himself again, desperately needing relief. "Uh-uh. That's not a good boy." Another smack, this time harder, connects with his ass, and he's unable to stifle the absolutely sinful that comes out of his mouth. "Since you can't behave, Gaara, we're going to do this the hard way." Before he can ask any questions, you're off the bed, grabbing a belt.

"Hands," you demand. His eyes are slightly wide, but he doesn't argue as he sits up and puts his hands out in front of him. You secure them together, not tight enough to hurt, just enough to make sure he can't move them, and you sit back onto the bed. Pulling on the belt slightly, you have him lay across your lap, dick in between your thighs, feeling how much he's been leaking. "Someone is enjoying himself, huh?" You chuckle slightly, "Good," you hand connecting once again. The sting, coupled with his cock rubbing against your thighs is such an intense feeling to him, "Oh, fuuuck," he moaned loudly. Hearing Gaara, your lover, the youngest Kazekage, such an over-polite person, who always seemed so composed, utter those words sends a shiver a pleasure through your body. "Such a dirty word from such a pretty mouth," tsking at him as you reach up and grab ahold of his tongue with your other hand as you spank him yet again. He's no longer able to muffle the noises coming from his lips with your fingers in his mouth.

Your thighs are slick, and he can't tell if it's you, him, or a combination of the two, and that thought is driving him insane as you continue spanking him, causing him to rub against you more. "Y/N..." he moans, saliva dripping from his mouth, as he tries to speak to you. "Yes, baby? What is it?" You ask, releasing his tongue, but not letting up on your smacks. "Y/N, I need to cum. Nng- Baby, My Love. Please, My Love." You push your thighs closer, tightening them against him. "You're so sexy when you beg."

Smack.

"You want to cum, Lord Kazekage?" He once again groans as his title leaves your lips.

Smack.

"Then cum."

Smack.

"Cum for me, Baby."

Smack.

Your name was on his tongue, like a prayer. Your words, his cock fucking your slick thighs, the stinging from your smacks, it was all too much for him to take, and he came with a strangled cry, cum coating your thighs, his lower body, and the bed beneath you. After you released his hands, he leaned in, holding your chin, and pressed a loving kiss to your lips. "Y/N, you are the best thing in my life. I love you. Thank you." "I love you, too, Gaara."

#gaara x y/n #gaara x reader #gaara of the sand #gaara #kinktober #kinktober 2020 #praise #naruto #thighs #fanfic

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shadow-scenarios · 4 years

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Hello~ may I ask for something slightly specific? I wanted to ask about a scenario in which the reader recently obtains the Meta-Nav but instead of the PT finding out first, Goro does. See, the reader and Goro have recently become acquaintances and reader thinks that the Meta-Nav is something related to illegal activity so she goes to consult their detective friend on this mysterious app! Haha, sorry if this is too specific ;-;

Hey there simulationone, this isn’t too specific!! I like creative ideas that change the plot & this has been my favourite request to write so far.

However, I did change the request slightly. I made it so that the Reader awakened to their Persona & gains the MetaNav!! I hope that’s alright with you. If not, feel free to message me again and I can rewrite it.

{ Post Writing Note: Well, I wrote way too much!! Sorry if there’s less Akechi content than you thought, I got hyperfixated on how it would affect the plot. I’d love to write a Part 2 full of angst with this, so feel free to request it!! }

- Nexus.

Dance with Justice | Goro Akechi

Life at Kosei High was predictable. Like a metronome. Constant pressure to be the best & high achievement boundaries, it was a wonder how she was ever accepted without some sort of moonlighting as a prodigy. These stories of mental shutdowns & psychotic breakdowns made the world look grim & everyone seemed desperate to escape it all.

Comfort was found in the Phantom Thieves and how they manipulated hearts. Dancing the line between immoral & illegal, it was a grey area where the who was less significant than the how. Society grasped onto them as miraculous saviours as they solved cases faster than regular forces ever could: Kamoshida, Madarame, Kaneshiro, Medjed. The world was taken by storm, these renegade rogues looking to change the world & it seemed they were no longer an urban legend.

Their downfall was unexpected, to say the least. Okumura was murdered in cold blood, his mental shutdown playing onscreen during an important meeting where he was about to reveal an important factor in solving this buck-wild case. A calling card was found at the residence, the sigil of their misdeeds. Just when the mystery was about to unravel, the threads gave way to a bigger problem: Did the Phantom Thieves cause the very shutdowns everyone was trying to escape?

Swiftly, the media capitalised. Labelling them as criminals, demanding their arrest. Everything shifted so quickly & she was caught up by the egregious claims of both sides. There was one thing for certain: The Phantoms Thieves had killed someone and regardless of their previous deeds, they needed to be brought to justice.

Naturally, the first viable suspect she found was Yusuke Kitagawa.

He was of the eccentric sort, gaining a scholarship through art. Everything the strange man did was usually for the sake of ‘ Finding true beauty! ’, which was slightly melodramatic. Before Madarame’s case, he was fixated on art singularly. Now? He seemed to have other priorities. Whenever someone would discuss the Phantom Thieves in an art lesson, there was a glimmer in his eye & the paintbrush that had been on the canvas stopped in order to listen in.

A victim of Madarame’s plagiarism, which gave a plausible motive. Despite this, nothing was concrete. She thought about her friend, Akechi. Was this how he solved crimes?

Obviously, the next step was to follow Yusuke around. Sneaking around was rather easy, all she had ever been known as by the student populace was ‘ the girl who was friends with Akechi! ’, so standing out was not much of a problem. There was not much abnormal. Despite being somewhat of a social outcast, he had a small circle of friends. Six in total.

Five of them were clearly wearing the Shujin Academy uniform on the day she spotted them. One was tall in stature with fluffy black hair & thick framed glasses. Reserved in nature but he always appeared to have some sort of witty comeback. Soon he became known as Akira.

Another one was a blonde, around the same height. He wore the uniform much like a delinquent alongside a yellow graphic tee. Obnoxiously loud, as it was never difficult to hear what he was saying even from far away. The person closest to him was Ann. She had platinum blonde hair tied back into pigtails & features of an American.

Makoto was next. Clearly more of a calculating type, she wore the uniform immaculately. Wearing her hair in a French-braid styled headband, she had maroon coloured eyes & was around average height. Most of the time, she was commenting on the boy’s behaviour.

Haru Okumura was someone recognisable due to the news about her father’s death, which was saddening. In her uniform, she wore a fluffy pink turtleneck alongside white tights with flower patterns.

Futaba was just as strange as Yusuke. She used a mixture of gamer jargon whenever she spoke and was never seen in a uniform. About middle school age, she carried around a set of headphones everywhere that regularly rested atop her maple coloured hair.

Stuffed inside of Akira’s bag was also a cat that they tried to hide. Key word: Tried. Six of them & a cat.

They frequented a local cafe in Shibuya, LeBlanc. It was a nice location & she had even gone in there once to listen in. Boss was kind, to say the least. He served coffee with a warm smile & the curry combined perfectly enough to encourage a smile out of her.

On a Friday, the cafe was busy. They had gathered at one table & chatted casually. Most of them looked forelorn. Akira eventually gestured for them to take the conversation outside, where they would disturb fewer people.

Following behind them, she paid Boss & followed, attempting to seem casual. They never noticed. Conspicuously trailing into an alleyway, Ryuji pulled out his phone. Listening in was difficult so she opted to pull out her own phone and record. One of them, presumably Akira, simply said “ Mementos. ”.

Mementos. That singular word triggered something & changed everything. As the world began to violently shift in a strange phenomena, hues of vermillion & mauve dotted her vision. It was hypnotic. Eventually, she snapped out of the trance.

Concealed by masks & flashy outfits were the suspicious group she had been following. It was blatantly obvious by their hair colours. However, the animated cat creature was a surprise. It was reminiscent of the cat Akira carried around but even stranger was that it talked. Then it turned into a bus. Which did not seem all that strange.

Inherently familiar with their environment, they sped off down the escalator, leaving her alone with her thoughts. There were so many reds & greys. Thick red veins ran through the sides in mangled forms. The wall behind her was dilapidated & the only way to proceed was the escalator in front of her.

A fatal mistake, really.

Recalling the details of the awakening are fuzzy at best. These lumbering creatures formed entirely out of shadow began to take notice of her unwanted presence. Cornered, desperate and alone. Insurmountable pain; the voice of someone almost familiar; then freedom & rebellion.

With the pact of her Persona, everything was clearer. Life had previously moved in rhetorical patterns, it was now a whimsical dance. Eliminating the so called enemies with a weapon in hand, she eventually found a way back to the surface. The door at the beginning looked to be a way out, so she threw caution to the wind & took the chance.

Fatigue came first in this dingy alleyway. Adrenaline had been fuelling the push to leave alongside her newly granted power and once that was gone, nothing would spare her from raw exhaustion. Checking her phone in the hopes of finding evidence, the video taken was still there, though it cut off as soon as anyone disappeared.

Even without evidence, she knew that this group was doing something illicit. So she texted the one person she trusted with this secret: Goro Akechi. He was a detective, surely he would have answers.

;; I must speak with you in person as soon as possible. It’s regarding the Phantom Thieves, I have some evidence for you. You’re investigating them, correct?

Knowing full well that Akechi lived a busy life, she did not expect a response for a while. After gathering the strength to stand once again, she headed home. It was the most exhausting experience ever, physically & emotionally. A few minutes after returning home, there was a response from Akechi.

I am indeed investigating them. If you have any evidence regarding them, would it not be more convenient for me to receive it via text? ;;

;; Yes, it would be, but I can barely even believe the evidence presented to me. It’s better for you to see it for yourself. Are you attending school tomorrow?

Indeed I am. Pulling away from the public eye has benefits. If you are free during lunch, we can meet on the rooftop and discuss the supposed evidence that you have found. Does that sound like a compromise? ;;

;; Alright. I’ll see you on the rooftop tomorrow.

The next day was filled with trepidation. Everyone seemed to be mulling about & with how slowly the clock was moving, it was if the school was in a state of chronostasis. Although she did not share many classes with Akechi, there had been a moment where she saw a mop of hazelnut brown hair amongst a crowd, so he was likely to be there.

Sitting on the rooftop alone was slightly boring but she understood why he was late. Every time lunch began, Akechi would be surrounded by people who wanted his attention. It must have been rather annoying.

5. 10. 15. Minutes ticked by. During the winter, it was exceptionally cold so not a single soul came up. The chilly winter breeze nipped at her skin & for a moment she wondered if it was Akechi that she had seen. The brown hair easily could have been mistaken—

The creak of the door announced his presence. With a formal apology, he recalled how his teachers were intent on swarming him with catch up work that he would inevitably never complete. Dismissing it all & moving along with the subject, Akechi got straight to the point:

“ What was it you wished to speak to me about? ”, he asked.

“ I believe I have ascertained the identities of the Phantom Thieves, ” was the only reply she gave.

Looking astounded, he shifted his glove via force of habit & looked directly at her.

“ That’s quite the bold claim, ” he returned to a neutral expression as the mask of the Detective Prince slipped back on, “ Do you have any evidence? ”.

Recalling the story to the best of her ability was tedious. From the suspicious behaviour Yusuke had been demonstrating to the video evidence taken from her phone. Throughout the entire story, he maintained a neutral expression so she was never quite sure what to think.

“ Usually, I would disregard such stories as a strange dream or a vision you had & declare your footage as edited. However, I have... also had an encounter in this strange phenomena as well. ”

Everything began to make more sense as it was explained. Akechi rattled off about the cognitive world, Palaces, Personas & even how ‘ stealing someone’s heart ’ was possible. He explained that his plan was to lend the Phantom Thieves a hand in their next assignment & catch them in the very act. Specifically, their leader.

“ That explains a lot. Let me help you. I have a Persona as well & I can fight in that other world. I want to bring the Phantom Thieves to justice. They killed Okumura & many others if they are the ones behind the mental shutdowns. Tampering with the heart of another is wrong... ”

“... Alright. I suppose it will make things easier if it is the two of us. I hope you are a very good actor,” Akechi extended a reluctant hand for her to shake. His gaze was calculated, cold. Much different from his tone of voice. However, she took his hand & shook it.

With that, a contract was signed. Both herself & the detective would bring about the end of the Phantom Thieves.

Word Count: 1.9k

Publish Date: 27.09.20

#{ crow }#{ you don’t know how much i loved this request }#{ specific requests are always the best ones because you know they care }#{ turns out i’m actually an akechi stan in disguise }#{ i hand out akechi content like i hand out drugs }#goro akechi #akechi x reader #persona 5 royal #persona 5 royal x reader #persona 5 x reader #persona 5 imagines

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nataliedanovelist · 3 years

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C-137 Vs. 46'\

C-137 Vs. 46'\ = A Gravity Falls & Rick and Morty crossover fic for @stephreynaart! I meant to finish this, like, forever ago, but I did my best and decided this has stayed hidden in my files long enough. I hope y’all enjoy it!

Stanchez for life!!!

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Episode Placement: GF = after the finale (season 3) R&M = Between S1E10 and E11 (In S2E2, Rick dates 1/12/2015 on the drop-off papers for Jerry. Though Alex hates dating cartoons, it can be estimated that GF took place during 2013 thanks to Sev'ral Timez, so the next summer would be 2014. So… yeah. I put way too much thought into this.)

The vast galaxy in front of them was an endless sea of stars and space-clouds of many different colors. Some were green, some were blue, some were magenta, it honestly looked like a generic Hot Topic galaxy t-shirt.

But Rick didn’t give a shit about some fucking space-clouds or some fucking shop for teenagers who were trying too hard to be goth. Rick didn’t give a shit about the fact that Morty barely knew how to drive the fucking spaceship. Rick only have a shit about getting away from the other fucking spaceships that were after the humans, but he couldn’t drive because Rick had to repair the fucking weapon to kill those fucking bastards. Fuck.

“Aw, geez, Rick, hurry it up!” Morty yelled.

“Don’t tell me how to do my job, Morty!” Rick snapped back as he tinkered with the huge ray-gun that laid by his feet.

The spacecraft jolted to the side as a beam just barely missed it. Rick caught his screwdriver as it flew in the air for a second and he finished the final turn. Rick grinned maliciously and aimed the newest invention out at the enemy. He pulled the trigger and rather than a beam of light or a bullet escaping the gun, it appeared that nothing happened, until each spaceship seemed to be covered with blood and guts from the inside, covering the windows and halting the enemies’ spaceships.

“Oh my God, Rick, what the hell?!” Morty screamed.

“Relax, Morty, you’ve seen worse. It’s just a gun that released microscopic ninjas that slice people up from the inside until they’re nothing b-b-but guts.” Rick burped through the alcohol and leaned on the big gun proudly with a monotone voice and facial expression.

“No, Rick, what the hell IS THAT?!”

Rick looked ahead to see a wormhole of pink, blues, and whites glowing brightly in front of them. Morty was trying to turn the spaceship away, but they were being pulled in by gravity.

“Well, fuck.”

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Mabel was bouncing like she had springs on the bottoms of her shoes as she held her Grunkle Ford’s hand. They were both wearing ponchos and on their way to the magical part of the forest. Mabel, Dipper, Stan, and Ford had only been back in Gravity Falls for two days and Ford wanted to start off this summer right by bonding with his favorite grandniece in the Multiverse.

Ford felt guilty of the little time they had spent together the previous summer. True, he had arrived home a little late in the season, but he had spent plenty of time bonding with Dipper, leaving not nearly enough for Mabel. Ford loved her very much, but with Dipper things were more predictable. The boy was a lot like him, so Ford knew what to expect and how to bond with him, like playing Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons or working or investigating an anomaly together. Ford had no clue what twelve… thirteen-year-old girls liked and Mabel’s overwhelming flood of love and affection had startled Ford like an old alley-cat.

Still, he admired her positivity and loved to do arts-and-crafts with her. They had captured time last summer for her to make a beautiful hand-turkey on Ford’s six-fingered hand; she had said that the extra feather made it special. The old scientist had no idea what he had done to deserve Mabel… no, he didn’t deserve Mabel, but she seemed to like him, so he owed her some alone-time. Mabel seemed to like the supernatural almost as much as Dipper (Dipper took a more serious approach to it while Mabel seemed to accept everything with loving arms), so Ford offered to take her out to the magical part of the forest over breakfast and Mabel nearly choked on her Stan-cake out of pure joy.

Now, as the morning sun rose and was nearly above their heads, after about an hour of traveling and quietly talking, they were starting to reach the magical part of the forest.

“So, why do we need ponchos, Grunkle Ford?” Mabel asked as she used her free-hand to play with the yellow hood that was over her beautiful brown hair.

“Because the fairies we’re going to investigate are… rather messy.” Ford landed on. The Barf Fairies used to turn his stomach, but after traveling through dimensions for over thirty years, Ford’s stomach had hardened and since Mabel also seemed to have a strong gag-reflex, he decided that he would try to learn more about the less-than-pleasant type of fairies. “I would hate for them to ruin a Mabel Pines original.” Ford added with a smile down at the young teenager.

Mabel grinned braces-free (she had them removed back in February) up at the old scientist, loving it when he called one of her sweaters a Mabel Pines original, and her eyes twinkled when she saw the blue sweater through Ford’s poncho, the one she had made for him with a golden six-fingered hand on the front, like his old journals. “So, these are…”

“Barf Fairies.”

“Right. What do you already know about them?”

“Only that we should avoid whatever they eat.”

Mabel laughed along with him and said, “Okay. Well… I’ve actually never talked to or met a fairy before, so looks like we’re both starting from square-one. Did you meet any fairies out in the Multiverse?”

“Yes, but they were very different than the one here in Gravity Falls. I once landed in a dimension where the seasons changing was caused by the fairies, and in another dimension I met a giant fairy-queen that looked more like a slug with wings covered in glitter.”

Mabel opened her mouth to contribute to the conversation, but they both heard a noise and stopped walking in the woods. The sound had made them think of clanking metal and yells. They looked up and around at the trees, but a little puff of smoke confirmed that they had heard some sort of machine.

“What was that?” Mabel asked quietly.

“I’m not sure.” Ford said honestly and started to walk them to a clearing.

The two Pines left the cluster of pinetrees so they could look around the skies more clearly. It was a beautiful cloudless early-summer day. As they looked up at the heavens above, a flying-disk of a spaceship was whizzing over their heads, having trouble staying up in the air. Ford held Mabel close in fear of it crashing down near them, but the spaceship staggered over the woods and crashed landed from a safe distance.

“Aliens!” Mabel gasped. “Dipper told me about the one under the town! Do you think this is like that one?”

Ford, whose mind was racing, shook his head to try to think straight, and he said, “No, I… I think I know what it is, but… Mabel, I’m afraid the Barf Fairies are going to have to wait.”

Mabel peeled off her poncho and shook her hair free, revealing her purple sweater with a heart and sunglasses on it that matched her red skirt and headband. Ford also took off his poncho, pocketed both of the big yellow articles of clothing in his trenchcoat, but then pulled out his gun. He opened his mouth to tell Mabel to stay close, but she already pulled out her grappling hook and was standing behind Ford, waiting for him to lead the way.

Ford crept back into the woods with Mabel behind him. He had a good idea of what had crashed into Gravity Falls, but he had hoped that he was wrong. He didn’t want Mabel to meet him. Ford was hoping he would never show up in this dimension, but if he was still traveling around the Multiverse…

A low hissing noise from a busted engine told Ford and Mabel where to go. They only had to walk a minute before the spaceship came into view, landing in between two trees and leaving a trail of up-turned dirt in its path before coming to a halt. Ford and Mabel slowly moved towards the ship with their weapons in hand, but they found it unnecessary as a boy stumbled out and coughed into a fist, on his hands and knees and ruffled from the crash.

“Oh geez, oh man, we’re dead. We’re dead. We survived, but we’re dead.” The boy moaned as he slowly stood up. He looked about Mabel’s age, had short brown hair, and wore jeans and a yellow t-shirt with white sneakers.

Mabel pocketed her grappling hook while Ford let his arms fall to his side, but he kept the weapon in hand, just in case. “Huh. That was… not what I was expecting.” Ford said, more to himself than to Mabel.

Mabel stepped forward with her hands up kindly and she cleared her throat, gaining the boy’s attention. He blinked at the two humans and Mabel said in a soft voice, “Uh, hi, I’m Mabel. Are you hurt?”

“What?” The boy asked. He seemed jittery from the crash, his eyes darting and his forehead glistening with sweat. “Uh, n-no. No, I’m fine. I’m…”

“MORTY!”

The boy groaned and squeezed his eyes shut as he tilted his head upward. “Yup, that’s my name. Morty.”

An older man in a white lab-coat with blue-white hair stumbled out of the spaceship, and not out of drunkenness for a change. “Morty, you little…”

“Sanchez.” Ford growled and covered Mable’s ears. He knew this guy had a foul tongue, and while Ford and his brother might have sailors’ mouths, at least he and Stan knew to censor themselves around the kids. Ford’s old friend didn’t.

The old man in the lab-coat looked at Ford and his eyes widened in shock before he grinned. “Oh, no way! Good to see you again, Fordsie!” He laughed, amused by the scenario in front of him. “Great, another genius. Mind giving me a hand with this piece of… erm, crap?”

Ford groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Fine, the sooner I can get you out of my home dimension, the better.”

The man Grunkle Ford had called Sanchez appeared shocked again and he dug around his coat. “Wait, wait, wait. Your home dimension?” Sanchez pulled out a white flat gun with a green bulb on top and he seemed to be reading off a tiny screen. “Huh. Dimension 46’\. This one’s way out of the loop. There’s no way I could’ve gotten you home with this thing. How did you manage to pull that off?”

“Long story.” Ford said and pocketed his hand in his trenchcoat.

“Grunkle Ford,” Mabel piped and smiled up at the visitor. “Who’s this?”

Ford looked down at his niece and decided to share this piece of his thirty-year-long journey in the Multiverse with her. “Sweetie, this is my old acquaintance, Rick Sanchez. Rick, this is my great-niece, my brother Sherman’s granddaughter, Mabel.”

“Oh, hey, nice to meet you, little lady.” Rick said with a small smile and then jabbed a thumb back at Morty. “That little screw-up is my grandson, Morty.”

“Oh, yeah, like you could do any better, Rick.” Morty huffed with crossed-arms over his thin chest.

“I could do better, Morty,” Rick said and rounded on his grandson. “You know what else I can do? I can also leave you behind on Asteroid 3924987, but I won’t. I can also feed you to a five-headed mega-bird from Bird-Person’s homeworld, but I won’t. I can also send you to the citadel and trade you in for a new Morty, but I won’t, as long as you quit being a pain in the ass.”

“Rick, please!” Ford hissed.

“It’s okay, Grunkle Ford, I heard worse when I went to get a snack and Stan was watching football.” Mabel giggled, remembering the other night when Stan’s team was losing and he let out a long stream of colorful swears that made him turn red when he realized Mabel had heard him.

“Of course you have.” Ford groaned and shook his head. “Well, let’s see what the damage is, Sanchez. What caused the crash? Did your micro-verse battery finally start a rebellion?”

“No, because they know if they do, I’ll get a new battery, Genius. When we came to this dimension through a wormhole we hit a mountain side and a part broke off here…”

The two old men examined the spacecraft and were discussing ways to fix it, meanwhile Morty walked up to Mabel and rubbed an arm nervously. “So, uh… I guess they met out in the Multiverse, huh?”

Mabel nodded; she didn’t know how these two old men knew each other or why these two humans were in a spaceship, but based on context clues, Morty’s guess made the most sense. “Wait, so you two are from another dimension?”

“Yeah, pretty much.” Morty said with a shrug. “This is 46'\, right? My dimension is C-137.”

“Wow, cool!” Mabel said with shining eyes that threw Morty for a loop. “So, what’s different over there? Was Benjamin Franklin a man and never accomplished anything? Are dinosaurs still alive? Oo! I bet your sky is lavender-purple all the time, right?!”

Morty laughed a little and rubbed his arm again. “Uh, no. It’s, I think, pretty much the same as yours. My Grandpa Rick says there’s an infinite number of realities that are just slightly different from one another. M-M-Maybe the difference between C-137 and 46'\ is so small and unimportant it’s not obvious.”

“Oh, okay,” Mabel peered over to watch Rick and Ford work together for a little bit and then she smiled back at Morty. “So, do you always go on adventures with your Grandpa Rick?”

Morty sighed in a shaky puberty-voice and nodded. “Yeah, he’s always making me go on these stupid adventures with him.”

“What?” Mabel gasped with a smile. “They’re not stupid! I’d love to go to a different dimension with my Grunkle Ford! I’ve already been on one with him and Grunkle Stan when they had to rescue me from Dimension Mab3L. The other mes were a little self-centered, but it was a lot of fun to punch myself in the face and rescue my great-uncles.”

“Yeah, but from the sounds of it, your - what did you say, Grunkle Ford? - is nice to you.” Morty pointed out. “My Grandpa Rick treats me like garbage all the time, but then again he treats everyone like garbage, so at least he’s only signaling me out to stay hidden from the Federation or whatever.”

“Oh.” Mabel said quietly and held her hands behind her back bashfully, unsure of how to respond, but she decided to try to make Morty feel better. “Well, my other great-uncle, Grunkle Stan, is a little tough sometimes, but that’s only because he cares about his family and is toughening us up for a tougher world. He’s my hero!”

“That sounds nice.” Morty said with a small smile. He didn’t think Rick cared about his family like this Stan guy, but Morty wasn’t in the mood to kill Mabel’s optimism. “I like your sweater, by the way.”

“Thanks!” Mabel grinned proudly. “I made it!”

Morty’s eyes widened. “Wow, really?�� Mabel held out her arm so Morty could feel her sleeve. “Oh my God, that’s amazing! You’re really talented.”

“Hey, thanks! If you want, I can make you one!”

“R-R-Really? You’d do that for me?”

“Sure! What’s your favorite color?”

“Uh… y-yellow.”

“Got it!”

Ford and Rick walked up to the teenagers and the six-fingered researcher said, “Well, I’m afraid the ship lost a part we need, but luckily I have the materials we need to build one in the lab back home.”

“Great!” Mabel said and grinned. “Let’s go! So, how did you two meet, anyway?”

Ford and Mabel led the way with Rick and Morty closely behind. “We met about twenty years ago in a high-security prison. I remember feeling relieved to see another human. I had been without human contact for a little under two years at the time since I had been stranded on some desert planet.”

“Yeah, this nerd got into big trouble for the extinction of a few million species on Planet 8824816.”

“What?!” Mabel gasped and looked up at her great-uncle, unable to believe that he would cause such mass genocide. “Grunkle Ford, you didn’t?!”

“Of course I didn’t, Mabel.” Ford quickly reassured his niece. “That was the planet I thought was a sandwich. Anyway, at least I didn’t do what Rick was in for…”

“What did he do?”

“I purposely caused mass genocide on Sector 56, Dimension “”113.” Rick said in a scaringly monotone voice.

“What?!”

“Rick!” Ford and Morty both scolded at the same time.

“Hey, it was either me or the Valakawns!” Rick snapped back. “Those bloodsucking leeches didn’t see what hit them, until the Federation caught me hanging from a tree upside-down, passed out and drunk.”

“Alright, enough!” Ford said firmly. “Let’s just build the part we need so we can get you two back to your home dimension. And, Mabel, once they’re gone we’re going to patch the wormhole with alien adhesive.”

“Okay. Last thing we want is for Dipper to get stuck in Dimension Dipp-3R or something.”

“Who’s Dipper?” Morty asked quietly.

“My twin brother!”

“Oh, cool! I don’t have a twin, but I have met multiple versions of myself.”

“Hey, me too! I’ve met Table-Mabel, Explainble, Threebel, Military-Expert-Mabel, Brainbel, T-Rex-Mabel, Fire-Mabel, and even Anti-Mabel!”

“I’ve met an Evil-Morty with one eye-patch who worked for the worst Rick in the Multiverse. I’ve also… Well, let’s just say I’ve met a lot of mes.”

The two teenagers talked while the two old men chatted on ways to fix the ship as they got closer to the Mystery Shack. Rick looked up and down the place and then snorted, amused. “Huh. Not the kind of place I’d expect from Mr. Stick-In-The-Mud over here.”

“My brother had to make some… changes in order to pay off the mortgage.” Ford explained and led the way to the back door. He opened it and said, “My lab is downstairs behind the vending machine in the gift shop. I believe Soos is giving a tour, so it should be safe to enter.”

“Gift shop?” Rick laughed and poked Ford’s shoulder. “When did you get so soft?”

“I am not< soft.” Ford said dignified.

“You’re wearing a blue sweater with a gold six-fingered hand.”

“My niece made it for me!” Ford said proudly and puffed out his chest.

Mabel rolled her eyes with blushing chubby cheeks and a smile and decided to let the old guys fight. She took Morty’s hand and said, “Come on! I’ll show you my room! I have a huge sticker collection you’ll love!”

“Oh, okay!” Morty said and allowed her to drag her up to the attic; it was nice being dragged to something nice and safe rather than some new monster of a different dimension.

“But hey, you turned your lab into a gift shop.” Rick was saying while the teenagers did their own thing. “Least you’re making a profit.” Ford wasn’t sure if Rick was being sincere or not.

“Actually, it’s all my brother’s.” Ford said and waved the subject away. “We’re getting off track. Let's just get you and your grandson out of my dimension.”

“Geez, you used to be way more fun.” Rick said with sagged shoulders. “What happened to the guy who ranked up million on Lottocron Nine and got tattoos with octopus-armed piglets? What happened to the interdimensional criminal who once shot fifty Bureaucrats to save a fellow scientist’s ass?”

“He discovered what was most important, Sanchez.” Ford growled with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Oh, HO!” A voice laughed as he shook his head and left the kitchen. “I know this guy isn’t talking about Mr. Goody-Nerds-Shoes!”

Ford pinched the bridge of his nose. The last thing he wanted was for his twin and his old friend to meet, but it seemed like some greater being(s) really wanted this to happen, so here we go.

Rick grinned at the sight of a conman in his suit and fez, with a can in his hand, instantly giving Rick the vibe that this guy couldn’t be trusted but would be a hit at parties and wasn’t a total snitch. “Now THIS is what I’m talking about! Name’s Rick, Ford Two.”

Stan barked a laugh and shook his hand. “The name’s Stan, Genius. And please for the love of Moses you weren’t just talking about my brother?”

“Are you kidding, this guy was a total badass!” Rick jabbed a thumb back at the fuming scientist. “He was a total idiot, had no clue how the Multiverse worked, but he was always willing to barrel into whatever crap was out there and destroy some shit!”

“Okay, you and I need to talk.” Stan tossed him the can of soda and went into the kitchen to get some snacks. “I wanna hear more about what kind of crazy violent nomad Ford was back in the day!”

“You got it! Just tell me how the hell he ended up with a cool twin? What, did you inherit all the fun traits leaving him with hobbies like collecting alien stamps?”

Stan barked a laugh and was back, looping an arm around his skinny neck. “I love this guy! Now, please tell me you were there when he got his stupid tattoo.”

“Stanley,” Ford scolded. “We’re supposed to be working on building the part he needs so he can go home. Rick and his grandson are stranded here…”

“Please, I can make that piece of shit from scratch in my sleep.” Rick said. “And Morty’s fine. That niece of yours will keep his small brain entertained for hours.” He turned to Stan and asked, “You got any booze, we had a rough crash here and I need a drink.”

“I got a secret stash in my room,” Stan muttered. “I don’t like drinking with the kids here, but I guess you can have a shot of whisky to relax. Want some soda?”

“Sure, why not. There’s a bit in my flask to last.”

And the old men walked away for the ‘Employees Only’ part of the house, leaving Ford to grit his teeth in annoyance and then bite his lip in discomfort. This could only end one way and he was not looking forward to it.

To be continued...

#gravity falls #rick and morty #stanchez #gift #fanfiction

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haos-the-tea · 3 years

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Seventeen Members in Maid uniforms: Hyung Line

This post is inspired by a presentation I made for the SVTredroom squad lol and I just wanted to share. These are all purely my opinion based on my time working in a maid cafe lol. This ain’t super spicy but smutty stuff is still mentioned.

Tag List: @chewmycherry @suhdreams @hyeri-yah @peachycheol @risquewonu

Seungcheol

So I’m a firm believer that Cheol would go for a more typical style maid uniform.

Poofy short sleeves and a fluffy skirt

Either black or white thigh high stockings, but he wouldn’t wear a garter belt or anything so his stockings would like roll down because his thighs are hella thick

plain white katyusha headband

no gloves, and he would wear small pump heals with little buckles.

black spats under his skirt instead of bloomers.

His petti coat would probably be either white, or one of svt’s colors.

It would over all be very basic, but his style would come out in his accessories.

His apron would probably be more of a waist apron with straps that come up on his shoulders. It would also be where his uniform shines.

Apron would probably have the Seventeen logo embordered onto one of the corners

also would have cute little bows on the apron, as well as a trim on the bottom of his skirt to match the bows on his apron.

Overall, he’d be trying to set a good example as the leader so while his outfit is a bit basic it’d still be super cute.

Now for the smutty bits. Cheol is less likely to sub, especially if he’s wearing something like this. So if you ask him to wear this then you better expect to ride him while he’s wearing it.

There’d also be a small chance that he uses his apron to tie your arms behind your back, but only if you’re comfortable with it.

He also surprisingly likes the feeling of your hands on his stocking covered thighs, the sheer material and your touch would just be too much for him.

He doesn’t mind the uniform but don’t expect him to wear it all that often.

Closest example:

Jeonghan

So I personally feel Hannie would go with a more Traditional/Victorian style uniform. Not for modesty’s sake but because he thinks it’s more elegant and he has appearances to keep up.

Long sleeves, ankle length skirt, black bow tied under his collar.

his sleeves would probably poof a the shoulder and then get tighter after the initial poof.

He might wear gloves if he’s feeling it that day, but it’s all up to his mood.

Also would have a plain white Katyusha, with maybe some black ribbons at the edge of them.

He’d also definitely wear those glasses he has with the little chains? they would 100% match this look. Also instead of heals he would wear little Mary Janes with little white bows on the top.

So we all know Jeonghan is one of the freaky members, so under the dress he’d have a pair of sheer white or black stockings but they would be held by a garterbelt.

He also doesn’t wear his regular undergarments', he’s probably wear some kind of silky lingerie to tease if you just so happen to get a glance under his dress.

Jeonghan would 100% be down for you fucking him while wearing the uniform. He would go full sub (bratty sub but still a sub)

His favorite type of scenario would be if you ‘caught’ him slacking off and take him from behind while he’s pressed against a wall.

Closest Example:

Joshua

Josh would probably be in the same classification as Cheol with his more standard uniform

Plain black dress with the poof sleeves, but his skirt would be a bit on the shorter side.

His apron would be a bit different from the other though, more of an ‘underbust’ style of apron that’s kinda tighter on his figure.

Instead of gloves he would probably wear those little white wrist cuffs like Chippendale dancers wear.

He would also be one of the members who wears actual panty hose instead of thigh highs.

His heels would probably be some of the higher ones, but they wouldn’t be stiletto thin.

His Katyusha would be less of the traditional kind and more like the tied lace ones that just sit on your head.

His accessories would probably be some kind of collar or ribbon as a choker cause Joshua is a little freaky like that.

I personally think Josh would love fucking in the uniform, he loves letting you have control.

He would be one of the members that would probably really get into the ‘naughty maid’ role and would probably become completely submissive to you during this.

He loves when you leave marks on his visible skin and when you choke him, it leaves him shivering and trembling beneath you.

Another thing he enjoys is when you tear his stockings instead of taking them off.

Closest example:

Junhui

So out of all the members, I think Jun would 100% be down for ANY TYPE of uniform.

Long skirts, short skirts, long sleeves, flowing sleeves, poof sleeves. He likes them all.

His favorites thought would be more of the high collars uniforms with ruffles on the chest.

He would have the cutest petti coats, with a nice poof and it would either be a light pink or pale green.

Jun would also be one of the few members comfortable wearing bloomers (aka pumpkin shorts)

either black thigh highs or cute under the knee white socks, with a cute pair of flats.

Junhui LOVES having sex in his maid uniforms. He has a bunch of different ones for every occasion and will 100% let you peg him while wearing the dress.

He likes things starting out slow though, his favorite thing being when you slip your hand under the hem of his dress to tease him.

Closets Example:

Soonyoung

I’ll let you know now, whatever ideas you have about what Soonie would wear. You’re right.

He would without a doubt have a keyhole maid uniform, but instead of it being a heart it would be the cat head ones (he would call it a tiger head).

His apron would even have a little cat tiger paw embroidered into it.

Instead of a Katyusha he would have a pair of tiger ears and little tiger paw gloves as well.

Besides his tiger accessories, his apron would be super cute with lots of ruffles.

His basic dress would either be black or pink, but he would be determined to find an orange one. he might even commission one.

Just like Junhui he would love fucking in the uniform, subbing or doming it doesn’t matter. He’s one of the more open members when it comes to sexy times so this would be just another fun time for him.

He’s more playful during sex so expect to hear some Horanghae’s here and there.

Despite his usual attitude he’s also pretty good at roleplay so if you’re down for it then so is he. His favorite scenario is the maid who is secretly a spy who gets caught by their boss and fucked into submission. It’s exciting for him.

Closest example:

Wonwoo

So...Wonwoo would be one of the member’s that is...a little harder to convince to wear the uniform. Which made it harder to find a uniform style that he would be comfortable wearing.

I feel he would go for a cyber maid kinda look, since he’s kinda a gamer nerd it would probably be something he would find...neat.

It would also differentiate from a standard uniform more than more other members.

An aline skirt, strapless dress with a kind of jacket look to it.

his apron would be smaller, and would only tie around his waist.

Like Joshua he would also wear panty hose but his would be skin colored and would have designs that resemble circuits on them.

Surprisingly he would try out stilettos, and would actually look hella fine wearing them.

Over all he would have a smore sleek and stylish design to him.

I don’t think he would be comfortable having sex in the uniform, maybe a bit of foreplay but once things get serious the dress is coming off.

Closest Example:

Jihoon

Just like Wonwoo, Jihoon isn’t to into this idea

but if you ask with like super big puppy eyes then he would probably agree. On one condition.

he gets to be a military maid

Which usually is just a standard maid uniform with some kind of weapon.

His would probably have longer sleeves, his skirt would probably reach about knee length and he would wear a rather small pettie coat.

probably some black basketball shorts underneath though. but the skirt would be long enough that they would be hidden.

Would probably wear some kind of platform shoes for intimidation factor.

He wouldn’t really have a lot of accessories, over all a pretty plain outfit.

Somehow you would be able to convince him to do a photoshoot and he would 100% do a ‘step on me’ picture.

Sadly Jihoon does not feel comfortable fucking in the dress unless you’re the one wearing it. So don’t expect any fun times until he’s properly changed.

After that though, expect to be up all night because he is definitely getting you to put on one that he bough for you.

Needless to say, you’re not sleeping.

Closest Example:

#Seventeen smut #svt smut #seungcheol smut #jeonghan smut #joshua smut #junhui smut #soonyoung smut #wonwoo smut #jihoon smut #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagine #svt imagine #svt x reader

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lexdrabbles · 3 years

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What Must Be Done

In which shipping real people goes horribly wrong. Yeah... ngl this is a weird one.

The Prompts Anonymous event paid another visit to the jv’s mlb minigames discord!! This is the second piece I wrote, based on some really cool art by @zazzlejazzle! Massive thanks to everyone who took part and helped organize it! Please go check out the other works from this event!

Word count: 2957 Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Ship: No ships, only pain. Warnings: Idk if there’s anything specific, but it ended up a little too angsty for my liking. Hurt/no comfort. Read on AO3

The fight was proving to be tougher than expected.

The heroes were tired, desperate, and running out of options. Chat Noir was hanging by one wrist on a floating, heart-shaped cuff, and Ladybug was shackled to a building with a similar contraption. Akumas were always weird, they were quirky; every time they’d have some strange weapon, device, or superpower that made everyone question their and Hawk Moth’s design choices: giant bubble containers, outlandish hairdos, odd-colored skin.

But this one was all about love.

Not in the same way as others before her, though. You had Zombizou, for example, looking for everyone to love each other; or Loveater, chomping down on all the love they could find. This one only cared about a specific pair of superheroes.

“My lady, wait, the cataclysm!”

Chat’s warning was met with a look of horrified realization as Ladybug reached forward to try and get hold of the lucky charm she had just flung in her partner’s direction— only to be pulled back by the cuff and barely miss it by an inch. Chat tried and failed to pull himself up by the wrist and catch the object with his left hand, and instead reflexively caught it in his right. The cloth pulverized within his grasp in a moment, in a cataclysm that had been supposed to get rid of Chat Noir’s floating restraint.

They both stared at each other in shock, and the akuma, who had already started her retreat, looked back, mischievous disbelief in her eyes as a grin crept back onto her face.

“Oops! Well, this just got veeery interesting!” She stopped and turned around on the glider she was using to move through the air, then sat down on it and rested her head on her hands, smiling mockingly at the immobilized heroes.

Her entire getup seemed extremely corny and out of place, but then again, so did every akuma’s: It was a bright pink with heart motifs and puffy sleeves, her hairdo somehow formed heart-shaped loops around her head like a halo with ribbons streaming out of it, and she had a headband with two antennae that ended in hearts. Her glider was pink and heart-shaped, too.

“I guess now it’s just a matter of time...” she said dreamily, eyes shooting back and forth between her captives. “The only thing keeping you from realizing that you’re soulmates will disappear any minute now when you de-transform! You won’t have to keep any secrets from each other anymore! This is so perfect!” Her glider did a little twirl as she clapped her hands in excitement. “Sure is a shame about the city, though…” She looked around at the havoc she had wreaked around Paris: The pink-splattered walls, the civilians accidentally cuffed to each other, to cars, to light poles. The collapsed shop windows and upside-down vehicles. The look on her face was ever-so-slightly sheepish. “Oh, well. I’m sure they’ll manage somehow.”

“Without the lucky charm…” Ladybug started, still in shock. “No, there has to be another way, I can use another lucky charm, we can still—”

“Stop.” She was interrupted by her partner, who was still holding onto the cuff with his free hand. “Ladybug, we… I can’t believe this is how it happens.” He looked at his restraint, he looked at Ladybug, he looked at the akuma and the city underneath him and chuckled a tired, bitter laugh. “It’s so stupid.”

“Hey! I take offense by that. I did beat you, after all.” The akuma got tauntingly close. “Though you did help a bit with that whole ‘destroying the lucky charm’ thing, that was a real stroke of good luck… Oh! bad choice of words.” She giggled and continued looking at the heroes as if they were prizes.

“It’s like New York all over again” Ladybug was holding her head in her hands, visibly trembling. She was slipping, she could not allow herself to keep failing, she could not allow herself to let all of Paris down. She could not let her partner down. “What do we do now, Chat? How do we put an end to this, how can we even start?” Maybe Master Fu had been wrong to trust her as Ladybug, let alone as the Guardian. A black spot blinked off from her earrings.

“We can’t.” Chat’s head dropped between his arms. “It’s already over.” He had destroyed the lucky charm. Ladybug had trusted him to support her, to do his job, and he had messed everything up. Now there was no miraculous cure, and they were minutes away from de-transforming with basically no way out. “I just can’t believe this is how everything ends.”

He looked at his lady, he looked at the akuma, who continued to watch on intently as one would a movie. He sighed again. “At least this is the last secret we’ll have to keep.” It’d all be over, then. No use for any of this. His ring beeped as the first green toe print blinked off.

A glowing butterfly shape appeared in front of the akuma’s face. “What are you doing?” Hawk Moth’s impatient voice rang inside her head, “Seize their miraculous already!”

“NO!” The akuma replied in a loud, squeaky tone, “IT HAS TO BE ROMANTIC AND DRAMATIC! SHUT UP, MOTHMAN!” The two heroes looked at her short tantrum and then at each other, a light blush making its way into both of their faces. Then, Ladybug’s eyes widened.

She knew how to get them out of this. A new lucky charm had to work; she was sure she had done it before.

She looked at Chat and pleaded that he got the plan, that she wouldn’t hurt him; goodness, please, don’t be hurt by this.

“Like you ever even cared about the secrets, anyway.” Her voice faltered, but the bait seemed to get the akuma’s attention. “You complained endlessly about how they were just getting in our way, but honestly? I’ve always known better. I’ve always seen right through you.”

Chat looked at her in shock for a second, the cogs started turning in his head, but the blow after blow of sharp nonsense coming out of Ladybug’s mouth blindsided him. “What do you mean?” he tried to buy himself some time to understand.

“I mean you don’t actually care. And I don’t, either.” Her hands started sweating, but she powered on through. “Truth is, I don’t care who is under the mask. I don’t care if you’re just some guy or if you’re prince Ali himself.” She was panicking now, and she could just hope that her voice was not betraying her and that she was not about to completely shatter her partner’s heart. “I don’t know that I could bring myself to care about you at all without the mask.”

His disbelief turned into hope, and that hope fueled his understanding. He had to believe that this was a strategy to throw the akuma off. It was so out of character for her to say something like this; he could not imagine how he would even begin to deal with her shutting him down this harshly, this painfully. He swallowed the knot that had started to form in his throat and forced out a reply.

“You mean you could tell this whole time? And I could have been saving time with the whole lovesick fool act? Man, you should have told me!” He could tell he sounded unsure, his voice breaking and his jaw stammering every other word. But Ladybug’s sly smile melted all his doubts away. He had been right, and if the akuma’s shocked face was any indication, they were playing her like a fiddle: His Lady’s plan was working (like her plans always did).

“Oh, yeah!” She relaxed too when she saw Chat play along, “I was starting to get worried that you’d end up meaning it one day.”

He chuckled and let himself fall into the banter. “Believe it? Bug, do you have any idea how weird that would be? I mean, yeah, we’re coworkers, but it would be weird to like… know each other, you know?”

“No, you’re right, you’re right.”

“Besides, it would sort of take the fun out of it, right?”

“Oh, totally. It would... kill the magic, so to speak.”

The akuma, who had been avidly listening to their conversation, perked up at this, eyes wide open in alarm. “Wait, what do you mean kill the magic?” She stood up with a start.

Ladybug smirked. “Oh, you know. How mystery always makes things more exciting.”

Chat smirked and looked right at Ladybug. “I mean, what even is our relationship if you’re not a mysterious girl capable of kicking my ass at any given moment?” He winked, and the akuma rushed forward, face burning red. “Stop that right now! You two are meant to be, and I’ll prove it myself! Give me your miraculous!” She messily charged toward Ladybug, going straight for the earrings. The last thing she heard was Hawk Moth’s exasperated voice yelling “No, wait!” inside her head before she felt Ladybug stop her with a shove to the shoulder, then sweep her feet from under her and snatch her headband, all in one swift motion. She felt the world go dark for a second as the heroine snapped the accessory in half, letting out a black butterfly. Chat Noir could only watch in smitten awe as his lady purified the akuma and set it free... and then his cuff disappeared and left him free-falling, heading straight to the ground. But of course, before he could even reach his staff to break his fall, Ladybug was already swinging in to scoop him up and deliver him and a confused, freshly de-transformed civilian safely back on top of the Eiffel Tower.

“I already had that, but thank you.”

“Of course you did, kitty. You were doing all of the appropriate flailing around.” She shoved him playfully, and he rolled his eyes and put his fist up for her to bump. But her earrings beeped and one last spot blinked off.

“Hold that thought, be right back.” Her voice was slightly panicked, and she rushed inside the room at the top of the tower that they had been inside so many times now, practically diving into the floor before her transformation finally dropped, and an exhausted Tikki floated down into her open hands. Chat took this opportunity (with the girl still sitting on the floor, taking in her surroundings) to duck behind one of the pillars facing the stairwell to let Plagg take a break before tying everything up.

“I’m so sorry, Tikki”, said Marinette while the kwami made quick work of a chocolate chip cookie. “I promise it won’t happen again.” Tikki finished eating and looked back at Marinette with a kind but condemning look in her eyes. “It’s okay, Marinette. Just don’t make a habit of it, it felt weird.” The kwami shuddered and both of them giggled. “Shall we?”

Both heroes walked out of their respective covers fully charged up and ready to finish the job. The akumatized girl was back on her feet and looking around in confusion. “Sorry about that,” started Ladybug, “We just needed a little recharge. Is everything okay?”

“Oh my goodness, I am so sorry, Ladybug! I am so sorry, Chat! I completely lost it back there, I don’t know what I was thinking!” the girl apologized frantically.

Chat placed a hand on her shoulder. “It’s okay, uh…”

“Sarah. But seriously, I’m sorry. I never realized I had such strong… feelings about the two of you being together. I guess shipping real people really is best left alone.”

“Probably, yes.” Ladybug chuckled. “Well, Sarah, ready for a lift home?”

“Wait! if it’s not too much trouble, can I stay and see your lucky charm? I know it kind of got messed up because of me, but…”

Chat quickly butted in “Oh, no, it wasn’t your fault at all. Well, maybe a little bit, but I think we can all carry some of the blame here.”

“Sure, let’s get that done first, then we’ll take you home.” Ladybug summoned her lucky charm, and a small, polka-dotted string of assorted beads fell into her hands. “Huh, I wonder what this—” She took a moment to recognize the charm but, sure enough, it was strikingly similar to the one she had given Adrien so long ago. Her face lit up bright red and she didn’t wait a moment before throwing it up and yelling the most desperate “MIRACULOUS LADYBUG!” she had ever uttered.

Much to her relief, however, the magic ladybugs spread throughout the city quickly, undoing all of the damage caused by the fight. She let out a long, relieved sigh.

“That was so cool!” Sarah jumped up and down in glee “I didn’t really see the charm, though, what was it?” She was still looking up at the sky. Ladybug smiled awkwardly, and then let herself feel a little warm inside. “Oh, you know. Just a regular lucky charm.”

Chat had seen enough of the object to feel very confused, and more than a little curious. They bumped fists, and he made a point of listening to her voice, and how it sounded like home.

“Well, I’ll be your ride home today, madam.” He bowed to Sarah in that exaggerated way he always did, and readied his staff for takeoff, extending out an arm for the girl to hold onto him. “Hey, m’lady?” he called to Ladybug when he saw her start to walk away, “can we meet back here tonight to talk?”

“Sure, why?”

“I need to ask you something.”

That night the two heroes met again under the cover of the night sky, illuminated by the warm lights of the Eiffel tower. When Ladybug got there, Chat had already been waiting for her anxiously for a little while. He greeted her and turned right back to look out at the city.

“So… what did you want to talk about?” She stood next to him, leaning on the railing and looking at the Parisian landscape. The cool night breeze blew softly around them for a moment, settling them into a comfortable silence as Chat organized his thoughts and tried to find the best way to say what was on his mind.

“I don’t—” the words felt wrong immediately after coming out of his mouth. He stopped himself and let out a heavy, troubled sigh. “Do you think we will ever be able to stop keeping secrets from each other?”

The question hit Ladybug like a brick to the face.

“Chat, I... you know how it is. We can’t—”

“I know, I know. Not right now. But… do you think we will ever know?” He looked back down at the city, the sparkling lights, the busy streets even this late at night. “Sorry. I know it’s dumb, I know that’s just how things are.”

Ladybug’s mind was in a different place already. Or rather, in a different time.

She was on top of the last building standing in a desolate, wiped out Paris. She could almost hear Chat’s broken voice, singing, waiting for a Ladybug that was never coming back.

Once the cat is out of the bag, it's only a matter of time 'till everyone knows.

It was our love that did this to the world, m'lady.

He had been wrong then. It was never their love that destroyed everything. It was her. Her recklessness, her lack of self-control. She would always be scared of even thinking about who could be under the mask to render her so careless.

She turned to him with a heavy chest, without looking at him, and could only mutter “it’s not stupid.”

In any other context, his heart would have soared, he would have been hopeful, but one look at the expression on his partner’s face reminded him that there was more to everything, and that the huge weight on Ladybug’s shoulders was meant to be carried by her alone. He placed a hand on her back. She sighed and pulled him into a tight hug, barely holding herself together enough to avoid crying into his shoulder.

When they finally let go, she gave him one more sad look.

“Go home, kitty.”

And she left.

Chat Noir took off too. He could not even be disappointed. He could not be mad at Ladybug, much less now that she had the future of at least an entire city on her shoulders. It had become more and more apparent to him over time just how important it had to be for the secrets to stay unspoken, for her to hold on to them so desperately.

At least he knew he would break with that kind of weight on his shoulders.

He could not help but go back whenever Ladybug looked at him like that. He could only feel the guilt and the shame and the weariness of his months with the snake miraculous, trying to save the day, to make her proud, to prove himself to her. To prove that Adrien Agreste was worth something, anything, more than a pretty face and a magic ring.

He tried to make everything perfect, to save her life over and over again. He stopped caring and told her the truth dozens of times, maybe hoping deep down that it would stick. He treated these timelines as freebies, he watched her get taken hundreds of times, only to plunge right back to the start and stubbornly keep trying. Everything to fulfill his own stupid, dangerous fantasy.

When he vaulted into his bedroom and de-transformed, he had been trying to convince himself for a while.

Maybe it was better off this way.

#can you tell I wrote this while school kicked my ass #yeah it's a weird one #*slaps fic* this bad boy can fit so much angst in it #miraculous ladybug #ml #mlb #miraculous fanfic #miraculous ladybug fanfic #miraculous ladybug fanfiction #ml fanfic #mlb fanfic #lex wrote a thing??

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The Corpse Bride

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13672392/2/The-Corpse-Bride

“If you seek happiness, your heart knows what your mind can’t understand.”

Chapter Two: True to Yourself

Levy’s heart felt warm and she strolled down the hall with a spring in her step knowing Lucy was happy with her surprise. Levy McGarden was one of the Heartfilia's magic advisors. She had been studying magic and scripts since she was a child and grew up to be a very successful mage. When she moved to town she made friends with Lucy in the village and since then the two had become very close. Lucy invited her personally to meet her parents who were very impressed by her resume. She came around often to spend time with Lucy, and also Layla who was a magic user.

The time that she wasn’t at the Heartfilia estate she was working with the infamous Erza Scarlet, the town’s well renowned mage known for dealing with the dark magic as well as other forms. To keep her shop hidden from mage rebels it was disguised as an armory, that being Erza’s other passion, and placed at the edge of the forest. Levy worked with her to continue her studies and lived above the shop in it’s cozy loft while Erza and her husband Jellal lived in the house connected.

Levy was an admirable asset to Erza as the mage was slightly blind to things up close giving her a difficulty in reading. Levy, who adored reading more than anyone, was the perfect match to read the books to Erza and she could decipher ancient magic scripts. Jellal was a great teacher when it came to learning of ancient scripts, but even a great mage like him had trouble from time to time. When they weren’t experimenting with spells or taking care of their magical clientele, Levy worked in the armory for the human travellers that stopped by to have their weapons looked at or purchase new ones.

She knew that the day ahead of Lucy was going to be difficult so she made the journey across town on foot to be with her, despite feeling bad about leaving Erza. It was hard to see her going through so much with little Levy could do to help, so even the least bit of happiness she could bring would lift her conscience.

As she walked she was met by Layla, who looked as stunning as ever. She wore a fuschia gown with roses of lighter hues in the pattern. It had lace frills and her hair was pulled into an elegant high bun as always with a frilled headband and choker to match. Lucy’s mother dripped in the essence of elegance that it was enough to take someone’s breath away, and Levy was no exception.

“L-Layla-sama!” Levy curtseyed in front of her, “That’s such a beautiful dress.”

The blonde woman grinned at her with her hands resting together at her waist, “Why, thank you. Where are you off to, Levy-chan?”

“I was about to go home for the day. I figured since it was a formal meeting it would be best I leave.” Levy said with a soft chuckle scratching the back of her head.

“Nonsense, I actually had a favor to ask if you didn’t mind staying.”

“Of course Layla-sama, what did you need?” Levy responded eagerly.

***

When they entered the Heartfilia foyer they were met with all kinds of grand decor and artwork from the finest painters. There were vases and wall hangers filled with flowers wherever you looked. Gray stood next to his parents as they waited when he felt his dad nudge him with his elbow. He looked to him and saw he held his hang out containing a silver banded ring. “Forgot to give that to you, in case you need it.” His dad winked at him and dropped it in Gray’s hand.

His son glared at him, “And why would I want this?”

Silver nudged him again but this time it was to quiet him as the servants opened the doors for Jude and Layla. Gray rolled his eyes heavily but stuck the ring in his pocket knowing that he definitely wouldn’t need it. The Heartfilia couple entered the large foyer with Layla outshining Jude from the moment they stepped in. It looked like she had floated while she walked and radiated glamour.

“Mr. and Mrs. Fullbuster, it’s so lovely to have you here in our home.” Layla smiled, a true woman of elegance.

Silver bowed to both her and Jude, “Thank you for having us as your guests, we are truly honored.”

Ur curtseyed lifting her pale blue dress, “It is my pleasure to meet you both.”

Jude looked to both of them yet all he said was, “Likewise.”

This was Gray’s least favorite part of meeting any wealthy family, the smiling, the acting like he cared while he watched his parents take part in the bowing formalities. The couple came to Gray and he bowed trying not to wince from the tightness in his jacket, “Mr. and Mrs. Heartfilia, thank you for having us and giving me the chance to meet your daughter.”

Layla was smiling at him while Jude remained the same and they both turned back to Gray’s parents.

“What a handsome young man. I’m sure Lucy will be delighted to meet him.” Layla said and she seemed to mean her words. Gray noticed that Jude was giving him a glare almost as icy as his father’s. He knew he was trying to be intimidating, trying to see if Gray could handle it. He tried not to roll his eyes, how childish.

“Oh, Lucy, my dearest.” Layla said looking at the doorway, “Please come in, meet the Fullbusters. Silver, Ur, and their son Gray.”

The girl who came through the door looked just like her mother, a spitting image. Her blonde hair was over her shoulder in a long braid and her dress was the color of cherry blossoms. Gray didn’t deny she was pretty, but pink happened to be his least favorite color.

She curtseyed to his parents, “It’s my pleasure to meet you, thank you for visiting our home.”

Then she turned to him and gave a less enthusiastic curtsey compared to the bright smile she gave his parents, “Pleased to make your acquaintance.” Gray tried his best not to laugh at how he could clearly see how much she didn’t want to be there. Instead he bowed and cleared his throat before he spoke, “Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

Clearly both sets of parents could sense the awkwardness between them, even if they tried to keep it hidden. Layla piped up, “Shall we go be seated in the parlor for tea?”

“Yes, of course. Please lead the way.” Silver replied.

Layla turned to her daughter, “Why don’t you show Gray around the estate and come meet us a bit later on? Levy has agreed to accompany you. How does that sound?”

Levy approached behind them with a smile on her face winking to Lucy. She left a respectable distance between them.

“Lovely. We can start in the gardens.” Lucy said and began walking as soon as she finished her sentence. Gray picked up his feet to follow feeling like a child for a moment wanting to stay with his parents. He wasn’t good with social interactions with people he didn’t know, and most people who knew him labeled him as awkward.

As soon as they got outside there was a vast garden divided into different sections. There were white fences and arches with vines of flowers wrapped around them. In the middle of the trimmed hedges and rose bushes was a magnificent marble fountain that extended into a pond through a waterfall. There were so many different flowers in an array of colors including, violets, peonies, lilies, hydrangeas, and chrysanthemums. Marble benches were spread throughout the garden and the path was made with a white type of gravel that crunched underneath their shoes. Gray was amazed at how fantastic the garden looked and it definitely matched the estate itself. He noticed how Lucy still hadn’t spoken to him even though they were away from their parents and took it as a good sign that she didn’t want to be there.

Levy granted them space as they walked just keeping an eye on their surroundings and whatnot. She didn’t think that this Fullbuster boy was a match for Lucy at all and she thought it was easy to see from the beginning. They were both tense, like they’d rather be anywhere else, and that energy filled the air.

Gray tried at least to break the ice a bit, “Um, this is a nice estate. Did your family design it?”

“Really? That’s how you’re going to start a conversation?” She scoffed, rolling her eyes. Gray was taken aback by her unpleasant tone and in turn fired back with an attitude without thinking.

“Well it’s not like you were going to start the conversation, I tried to make an effort.” He said irritatedly.

“Your effort was insufficient.” She fired back in a snotty voice.

“I’m really not trying to impress you anyways.”

“Like that matters to me! You’re so not my type.” She said crossing her arms over her chest. While Gray was irritated he wanted to laugh at how immature this girl was.

“Yeah well I don’t see how you could be anyone’s type with bratty behavior like that.” Gray said, trying to entertain himself with her reaction.

Her eyes opened wide as she turned around with her fists clenched, “Bratty?! I’ll have you know I already have a man that considers me his type, a man that isn’t so brainless!”

Gray stifled his laughter, “Actually wouldn’t he be the brainless one to be interested in you?”

Lucy gasped in offense, “That’s it! You’re really trying to screw this up aren’t you?! Because congratulations, you succeeded!”

Gray chuckled, “This was already screwed up before it started.”

Lucy grimaced, “Well at least you are right about one thing. Just leave me alone.”

Levy thought she was going to have to stop them during their disagreement but left it to Lucy since she had seen her do it countless times before. It was best to stay out of the way and let things settle the way they were supposed to. So far it had started going like all the other times her friend had talked about, Lucy would insult them and usually the man would try to make up for it by being excessively polite. Gray had thrown it all back at her from his own frustrations and gave her a bit of a run for her money.

She observed as he followed her still even though she had stomped off down the center path. It didn’t seem like he was trying to hurt her feelings, but at the same time Levy was already positive their match in a romantic sense did not exist. She did however, think Lucy may find a friend in him.

Once they reached the fountain Lucy stopped and sat on one of the marble benches to which Gray sat next to her on the edge. The sky was dark and there were no birds singing, only the gentle breeze rustling the bushes. Gray could tell she felt bad and decided that apologizing may be his best bet to potentially get them on the same side.

“Look I’m sorry, okay? I really don’t want to get married. I’m sure you’re a very nice person but this is all being forced on me by my dad.” Gray explained slouching over a bit since his parents weren’t around to scold him. “Now that you both know where I stand can we stop arguing? It’s immature.”

She thought to herself for a moment about how infuriating he had been only minutes ago and realized he had no reason to lie, that he had to be telling the truth. Lucy sighed, “You're right, I’m sorry too,” she turned to him and explained, “You see, I’m already in love with someone. I wish to marry him but..my father doesn’t approve.”

Gray watched her clench her fists and even someone with an icy heart like his, felt sympathy for her. “That’s pretty awful. I’m sorry to hear that. Did he give him a chance?”

“No! He didn’t even give him a chance before he rejected him! So I made this stupid arragement with him, I promised I would meet anyone he brought to me and only if I rejected all of them could I be with Natsu. Somehow he just won’t stop! I thought he would give up, I thought he would know by now that I don’t want anyone else.” Lucy sniffled looking to Gray, “So I’m rather glad you didn’t have plans of marrying me.”

Gray shook his head, “Natsu? Natsu Dragneel? I know him, he’s a close friend of my family. We visit them every so often. He’s a complete idiot sometimes, but he is my friend.” He paused for a moment, “There’s definitely no way I could ever do that to him.” Now he knew he needed to come up with a plan so they wouldn't have to go any further into making arrangements.

She was able to let out a sigh of relief, “You know Natsu? I had no idea.” Levy noticed her whole demeanor changed the moment she started talking about him. “You know, there have been so many times that I snuck out with Natsu to spend time with him at his father’s bar. We had so many great times there drinking, telling stories, and that’s where I met the real Natsu.”

“Seriously?” Gray questioned, “How did you not get caught? The bar isn’t exactly close to your estate.”

Lucy shrugged, “Honestly I have no clue, but I was good at picking the right nights to go out. Most of the time Natsu would just sneak into my bedroom to spend time with me..” She blushed looking away bashfully, “Y-You know! We’d watch the stars, or he’d bring along his familiar Happy to play with!”

Gray decided not to tease her and chuckled thinking of the cat, “That silly thing? I forgot he had him. Gee, it’s been awhile since I visited him.”

Lucy nodded, “Now that I think about it I think he did mention your name maybe once, he usually referred to you as ‘ice brain’.”

Gray glared in exhaustion, “I’m going to kill him next time I see him. How did you not know it was me coming today then? I could’ve avoided that argument with you.”

“Sorry about that I didn’t know you were a Fullbuster, Natsu never mentioned that part. Like I said, I didn’t put it together that you were Gray. I just know about the families in the area, not exactly who is who, or who’s acquainted with who unless they partner in business. My father says it isn’t necessary to know because I won’t be inheriting the Heartfilia estate anyways.” Lucy explained.

“Consider yourself lucky, that's one thing you can forget about.” Gray pointed out.

Lucy sighed looking down, “Yes, you’re right about that. But, I think it would be harder if I had to forget about Natsu. I want to be with him more than anything, he’s the only person I’ve ever met that only wants me to be myself. On top of everything good about him and his heart of gold, he offers me the one thing my family has never given me.”

“What’s that?” Gray asked, although he had an idea of what she would say.

“Freedom,” she laughed, “as trivial as it is, it’s the one thing I truly want. That ability to be my own person and decide what I want to do with my life, it’s priceless.” Lucy looked up towards the sky as if deep in her mind she was in her own world leaving Gray to himself. He could see how Natsu could give her that. His family had no expectations, they lived happily compared to everyone else because they did what they wanted. It seemed to Gray that Lucy would fit right in.

The only thing he could think of was a bit outrageous. It was not his typical go to plan, but it might be enough to cause both of their parents to reconsider. Plus, if it worked it would result in a solution for both him and Lucy. At least they wouldn’t have to continue making plans for a wedding.

“So, what if we could create some chaos in front of our parents? One could start a fight with the other and draw it out. Essentially people like our folks hate dealing with chaos so they’ll have to stop us.” Gray concluded.

Lucy hesitated, “I mean it doesn’t sound like a bad idea, but we’d have to really sell it to them.”

Gray nodded, “So that’ll be up to you. With that bratty attitude I’m sure you’ll be able to convince them you hate me.”

Lucy started to chuckle, “You really don’t hold back,” she shook her head with a light grin, “How are you certain it’ll work?”

“Well, I’m sure they saw how much we dislike each other, they will have no choice but to call it off.” Gray explained, “I’m not sure it’ll guarantee that you and Natsu could be together but, it's a start.”

“You would go through the trouble to do all that? ” Lucy asked in surprise. Gray shrugged in response, “It benefits us both.”

“But you don’t even know me and I was rather rude to you..” Lucy said, “I’m sorry for that.”

“No need to be sorry, I think I was just as rude.” Gray chuckled, “I’m doing it for Natsu too. This way I know that he’ll be happy in the end too.”

Lucy’s smile widened as she thought of Natsu again and how it wouldn’t be too long until she was in his arms again.

Gray stuck his hand out, “Truce?”

Lucy smiled, taking his hand and giving it a small shake, “Truce.”

Levy grinned and thought that maybe the Fullbuster boy wasn’t so bad after all. She did doubt that their plan would work, but he even if he didn’t want to say it out loud, he empathized Lucy’s struggle. She was nervous at the same time, because there was about to be utter chaos at the Heartfilia household.

***

After carefully devising a plan Lucy and Gray went back to the estate ready to put their plan into action. Lucy stormed ahead in front of Gray and as the servants noticed her nearing the room they stepped aside to open the doors quickly.

“Father! Mother!” Lucy barked with her clenched fists at her sides. She cleared the doorway first and Gray stepped up his pace to follow.

Both couples looked up in worry as Lucy steamed, “There is no possible way I could ever marry this man!” She turned to Gray as he passed the threshold and put her hands on her hips, “He’s an absolute brute! He’s ill-mannered, full of attitude, and on top of that he doesn’t value me!”

Gray played his part to perfection addressing his parents, “I did nothing to her! She’s spoiled, arrogant and rude! I can’t get along with someone who’s so egotistical, it would be even worse to marry her!”

Layla stood up with urgency but still as graceful as a swan, “Now Lucy dear, I’m sure we can work this out-”

Lucy stomped her foot like a toddler much to her parent’s shock,“Absolutely not! I want nothing more to do with him!”

Gray admired her commitment to the act and decided to up his game. He crossed his arms over his chest and pointed his nose to the air as he turned away, “I want nothing less. The sooner I get to be free of her presence the better.”

Silver got up with a suppressed look of anger on his face, “Gray,” he hissed, “your manners. As Layla said, I’m sure there’s a solution to this problem.”

Ur stood next to him, “What happened between you two that caused this?”

Lucy looked to Gray again pointing her gloved finger at him, “He couldn’t say a single word of sincerity! I tried to show him some of our family’s prized flowers and he stood there with no emotion!”

Gray rolled his eyes, “It’s not my fault you came off a carriage straight out of brat town.”

Ur gasped at his behavior while Silver began to rage, “Gray! That's enough.”

Gray turned his attention to his father, “No. I won’t just bite my tongue. I’d rather marry any other girl than her and she feels the same. What’s so difficult about calling this off?”

Jude finally stood with his composure intact, like he wasn’t phased by anything they were saying. His calm demeanor was a red flag for Gray, something wasn’t getting through. Then, Jude finally spoke.

“I apologize for this foolishness on behalf of my daughter, Silver, Ur. You see, she’s trying to play a game.”

Lucy’s eyes widened as she tried to stay on her feet, “No I’m not! I meant every word I said-”

“You will be silent while your father speaks. Know your place, and step down.” Jude asserted glaring at her with his eyes full of a fiery rage. Lucy felt the fear in her at that moment, she saw the man she had been afriad of since she was a child, and allowed herself to go silent.

Silver interjected, “I’m sorry I don’t know what you mean. What game?”

“My daughter has supposedly fallen in love with someone different. The son of the Dragneels, who I’m most certain you know. She thinks she will accept no other than him, yet I do not approve of the boy. But still she has made countless attempts to foil her mother and I into arranging her with someone else. This, I’m afraid, is one of her plots. Your son seemed to have gotten himself involved this time however, which is new.” Jude explained.

Gray was in a bit of shock that he had seen right through them. He was under the impression they could be persuasive enough to get the job done, but he didn’t know who they were playing against. Jude was not only a business tycoon, but a mastermind of whatever mental games his daughter had tried to play with him. Every strategy, every move, nothing could be hidden from his analysis.

Silver understood then, “I see.”

The fury building in her was enough to give her strength. Although Lucy had tears pricking in her eyes she spoke up again, “Why do you think I have to do this! You won’t just listen to what I have to say! You won’t even give Natsu a chance? So what if Gray wanted to help, at least someone in this damn house listened!”

Jude was growing irritated with her, “Silence this outburst at once. This is not how you were raised, you will do as I say. You have no choice!”

Lucy felt herself boil over with every pent up emotion she had tucked away, “I will not just stay silent! I’ve spent every day being quiet, and that ends today! All my life, I never got to choose what I wanted and I was fine with it. This is the first time I want something with all my heart and you just want to shatter it! Well I’m not just going to lay down and marry whoever you want. I have dreams, dreams that things like money and status could never buy. And Natsu..” she paused thinking of his smile in her mind, “He’s one of those dreams, whether you like it or not.”

“Your disrespect will not be tolerated any longer! You think you know what you want, when really you know nothing at all! You’re way out of line and it’s time you learned where it is you should be.” Jude said and got ready to approach Lucy when Gray stepped in his path.

“Gray-” Silver started.

“Look, you clearly don’t know what you’re talking about. Not only are you being completely unfair to your own daughter, but you’re not even willing to listen to reason. You’ve never even met Natsu before so you have no idea of his character. He may be eccentric, but he’s exceptionally loyal and honest. He’s one of the most genuine people I know and you can’t even consider him for your daughter over all the other fakes she’s met? If you ask me, all your doing is hurting Lucy. It’s true, I don’t want to marry your daughter and I have no intention to and regardless I’m a man of integrity. I won’t betray Natsu over something like status. You’ll have to find a different sucker to swindle into that.”

Jude set his glare at him pointedly, “Young man, I suggest you stop here if you want any future with the Heartfilia family.”

“Father, please, just listen to him. He’s the only one who’s supported-”

“Lucy!!” Jude bellowed, “Shut that ungrateful mouth! I’m tired of hearing your silly little sob stories and your even more idiotic fantasies with that Dragneel boy! I’m done hearing what either of you have to say, you’ve both brought shame on your families with this ploy!”

Gray stepped forward with his anger increasing by the second, “Now just you wait a second Mr. Footuphisass, don’t talk to her like that. This is the kind of thanks she gets for following every order, every wish, you’ve ever wanted? What kind of sick man are you? Parents are supposed to love their kids, not treat them like mindless pawns in their games.” Gray shouted with his fists clenched.

“Alright, that’s quite enough from you-” Silver began towards Gray, who hadn’t finished his rant yet.

“No, you know what Dad I’m also fed up with hearing all this marriage bullshit too. Lucy and I may be different but we’re a lot alike in the sense that I’ve done nothing but what you’ve asked since I was a child! This ‘marriage’ was your idea and I’m putting my foot down.”

Silver’s eyes were dark with rage, “You better remember who you’re speaking to, boy. You’re a Fullbuster, you’re my son. You have responsibilities, expectations, you can’t just revoke everything I’ve worked so hard to do because you don’t want to.”

Everyone could feel the iciness in the room as the father and son duo glared at each other.

“Actually, dad, I can. If being a ‘Fullbuster’ means I’m going to hate myself for the rest of my life, I’ll fucking pass.”

Everyone in the room gasped and before Silver could lunge at his son, Ur stepped forward in front of him, “Out of this room, this instant!” She turned back to the Heartfilia’s laughing in embarrassment, “If you’ll excuse us for just a moment, we’ll talk to-”

“No, mom. I’m done talking. I’ve said everything you needed to hear.” Gray said with his eyes never leaving his father’s death stare. He turned around abruptly and almost bumped into Levy in the hall as he passed. Gray mumbled an apology to her and bursted out the front door to see the downpour of rain. Everyone in the room was left speechless and immobilized, the only sound being the slam of the door. He steamed with anger while he went straight past the carriage and out to the road. He didn’t want a single thing to do with his parents at the moment, even if that included riding in their carriage.

Then from the corner of his eye he saw something quite peculiar. To see if it was just a trick of the rain he turned his head to see the butterfly from before, the same colors and all, perched on the branch next to an opening in the woods. Soon it lifted from its perch and fluttered into the woods, leaving him compelled to follow it.

“Gray!” His father’s angry voice echoed in the distance. Gray snorted and stepped through the entrance to the woods. It would delay him going home at least, to clear his head from all the unwanted excitement of the day. The dark skies only grew darker above as thunder rumbled and soon it would be night. Gray did not look back as he crossed the stone bridge deeper into the forest, but if he did he would’ve seen the entrance he had come in through was no longer there.

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Itachi Uchiha Lemon Love Story

Name: Akira Uchiha

Age: 6 Part I 19 Part II

Status: ANBU

Hair: Jet black hair going down to your knees and tied off at the end

Eyes: Onyx

Nickname: Kira

Animal: Kirara (A small demon looking cat that can transform into a bigger cat)

Weapons: Giant twin swords

Appearance: You're a gorgeous girl with long jet black hair that goes down past your knees and tied off at the end. Your clothes consist of a black mini skirt with a white and pink tight kimono type shirt that stops just above your mid drift, along with a pair of black heels that strap around your ankles. Bandages are wrapped around both arms going up to the elbows, and daggers strapped to either side of your thighs. One Sword strapped to your waist and the other is hanging on your back with its strap crossing over you chest.

Caution this is going to be a very long story, so be prepared. @__@

This story has an alternate ending and does not follow show's story line entirely. (> <)

C H A P T E R 1:

Smiling, crying and excited faces cheered in the crowd.

"I can't believe I am finally done with this place," a kid happily confessed to his family as he walked away from the front of the Academy.

I smiled, having the same thought. Pushing through the dense field of people, making my way to the back of the crowd I turned and looked back and smiled at the families that congregated on the Academy grounds. 'I wish there were people I could share this moment with'. My smile faded into a seldom expression as I thought of my parents.

I don't think they ever wanted to have any kids, both my parents were amazing ninjas but they gave me little to no attention when they were home if they were ever home. But it doesn't even matter, that was a long time ago and they have been dead for a while now.

"AKIRA!!" the sound of my name rang through my ears, lifting my head I saw a group of my class mates waving at me, "WE ARE GOING OUT FOR SOME FOOD, YOU SHOULD COME WITH US!!" yelled a boy. I waved back and yelled, "Maybe another time! Thank You!"

I really did want to go, but I didn't want to infringe on their family time.

It's better if I didn't go.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, "You know you should go with them." I could tell from the voice exactly who it was. I turned to see Itachi with a smile from ear to ear. Immediately my face lit up, Itachi was my best friend and a person I looked up to. Even though he wasn't that much older than I, I wanted to be just like him.

"When did you get here!?" I asked excitedly, he was the only one who can change my mood in an instant, I couldn't look at him and not smile. "When did I get here?" he chuckled, "I was the first one here, I wouldn't miss you graduating for anything!" he laughed.

My eyes filled with tears, I tackled him knocking him to the ground, burying my face into his chest. "Thank you Itachi, I couldn't ask for a better friend" His hand came down, gently stroking my head, trying to comfort me. "I would never let you down, Kira." His voice was soft and soothing. He knew how lonely I was, and he made every effort to make me feel loved and cared for while my parents were alive, and even more now that they're dead.

"Hey, I have something for you," Itachi said pushing himself up on his elbows, "But you have to get off of me first," he said smiling. I giggled and pushed myself off crossing my legs and sitting in front of him. "You have to close your eyes first."

Smiling, I closed my eyes and thrust my hands out palms up waiting for his gift. A few seconds later I felt a heavy object slip onto my hands. "Okay open." My eyes fluttered open to a smiling face, but something was missing. Looking down to the object clasped in my hand I smiled. "Ita... I can't take this... It's your headband. You know the Academy already gives us one for graduation."

His smile widened, "I know, but I wanted to give you something special for your graduation." My eyes were flooded with tears once again, I jumped into his arms and hugged him tightly. "You're the best, what would I do without you?" I giggled, "Here let me put it on for you." I smiled and turned around lifting my hair, the headband slipped around my neck and fell loosely.

Turning around I found his face still smiling, "You look weird without your headband Ita," I said picking myself up off the ground with a huff, "Hey that's not nice" Itachi huffed sticking his arm out to me. I grabbed hold and pulled him up to his feet. "I could just take the headband back." He said, a smiling to his face, throwing his hands up like a bear ready to pounce.

"No!" I laughed clutching onto the Hitai-ate "I can keep it!"

"Oh! I have one more gift for you." Itachi smiled. "Another gift? This is more than enough for me Ita" I replied running my fingers over the headband that adorned my neck. "Well I am still gonna give it to you." Lifting his hand to his lips, he whistled.

There was rustling in the trees above, a growling sound, then a tiny body jumped from the branches onto Itachi's shoulders. "This is Kirara, I found her all alone one day and I thought you might like to have her." Itachi grinned picking up the little furball and handing her to me. She jumped out of his hands and onto my shoulders, purring and rubbing her head against mine. "She likes you." Itachi said, petting Kirara's head.

"How about we go back to my house? My mom said she was going to make you some food" He said dropping his arm around my shoulder that smile still plastered on his face. I don't think I have ever seen him without a smile. It was an infectious smile, always warm and happy, he made me feel loved, wanted, and cared for. "What do you say, Kira?"

I nodded my head and smiled. My life is a sad one, but at least I have Itachi here with me.

"Hey, Ita?" I asked looking at his grinning face. "Yes?" He replied as we started to walk towards the Uchiha compound. "You'll never leave me, right? We'll always be best friends?" His arm tightened around my shoulder and his head rested against mine as we continued our walk.

"We'll always be best friend Kira, I'll always be there for you." In that moment I didn't need anyone else, Itachi was the only person in the world who would mean anything to me and the only person I needed.

'But that was a long time ago and things have changed.'

C H A P T E R 2:

"AKIRA! SNAP OUT OF IT!!"

I sighed irritated at the fact that I was brought out of my daydream.

"What is Tsunade?!" I huffed turning my head from the window to face the Hokage. She turned from her desk to give me her death glare, obviously pissed that I called her by her first name rather than Lady Tsunade. "What did you call me?!" He voice got harsh as if trying to scare me.

I sighed and laughed at her sad attempt to threaten me in the same way that she threatens everyone else. "You know that doesn't work on me Tsunade." I giggled, she huffed knowing full well that what I was saying was true.

She knew I was too much like her for her tricks to work on me.

The sound of a growl came from Tsunade's desk, Kirar growled at Tsunade and proceeded to jump on her lap and purr settling herself into a ball.

"I have a mission for you, but I am sending you with a team." She said, her voice becoming hushed. "A team? Don't you trust me Tsunade?" I laughed. "That is not the issue here!" Her voice turned serious, and for a moment I was caught off guard, 'what kind of mission is this that she doesn't trust me enough to go out on my own?'

"You're one of the few people I trust so it's not that-- I just need--. Don't argue with me and just do as I say for once A--" Before she could finish her sentence there was a knock at the door.

"Enter."

Familiar faces filled the room; Kakashi, Neji, Kiba, Izumo, Kotetsu, and Shikamaru. (I know this is a weird group of people to stick together for a mission just go with it.)

Immediately I felt all eye directed towards me, eyes widened, noses bled, and bodies hit the floor.

"Umm Kira, you should probably change your clothes," Shizune laughed.

Looking down I saw exactly why all the guys in the room had suddenly passed out. I was still in my lace baby doll night gown. 'I hadn't even noticed, I am always on missions that most of the time I just sleep in Tsunade's office.'

"Whoops!" I giggled, jumping up from the window sill stretching my arms out. "Show some modesty and put some clothes on". Tsunade said in a jabbing tone. "Says the person that walks around with her tits hanging out all the time!" I jabbed back with a smirk on my face. She turned and gave me an evil look but it slowly turned into a smirk.

"Sorry for the show boys" I laughed turning my attention back to the group of men try and compose themselves. "It's fine..." Kakashi choked trying to cover the blush on his face (although he really didn't have to because his whole damn face is covered anyways... But I digress.) All the others nodded their heads trying extra hard to avoid making eye contact with me.

"Don't they look adorable Tsunade!? they're blushing!" I cooed, immediately they all tried to hide their faces. "It's okay, I am just messing with you guys." I smiled.

"Put clothes on!" Shizune yelled tossing a pair of pants and a Jonin jacket at my face.

Turning around I split my hair into two parts and pull them over my shoulders. As I pulled up my pants Tsunade began to speak, "Now you might be wondering why I have brought you all here?"

"Just get to the point Tsunade!" I teased, "You know I am sick and tired of the way you're treating me! I am your Hokage and should be treated as such!!" She yelled standing up from her desk, "Calm down Tsunade I am just teasing." I spoke defensively. Laughing I let the straps from my nightgown fall off my shoulders consequently letting the gown fall from my body. There was a gasp, my head turned slightly looking to where the sound came from. "What is it?" I asked, curious as to what they were all staring at. "Your back!?" Kiba whispered, my heart tightened in sadness.

"Oh, that? It's nothing really" I forced a laugh, pulling the jacket over my arms and back trying quickly to hide the enormous scar on my back. Turning back to the group behind me I zipped up the jacket stopping mid chest.

"How about that missions Tsunade?" I said hurriedly before anyone else had a chance to ask me how I got the scar. "Oh yes, the mission. I have a recon mission for you guys."

"If that is the case then why send all of us together? Recon works better if there are only 1 to 2 people, there are too many of us." Shikamaru stated, crossing his arms and tipping his head back. 'Typical Shikamaru, too lazy to even do recon' I snickered. "Something funny to you?" Tsunade asked intimidation laced in her voice.

"You know he's right. Trying to do recon with seven people is not impossible but will make things a lot more difficult. I think you're losing your touch in your golden years." I said back to her, matching her tone.

"I am going to ignore that comment. We have reason to believe the Akatsuki is planning something big, the ANBU members who gathered the information thus far were killed by Akatsuki members." She said turning back to the others. "And who exactly are those Akatsuki members?" Neji spoke after a moment of silence.

"Kisame Hoshigaki and Itachi Uchiha."

The room became still. The sound of his name filled my body with so many emotions; anger, longing, sadness, love, abandonment, and every emotion in between. The scar on my back burned, I know it was psychological but I still winced at the imaginary pain. But despite all the anger, I felt towards him I still missed him, I still.... I still loved him.

"From what I was told there is another two man squad with them, a pair by the name of Hidan and Kakuzu. Although you are all strong ninja I still urge you all to take precautions if you are forced to engage in combat with any of these men. Especially you Akira."

'Tsunade did not know about my history with Itachi so she didn't have a reason to tell me to be cautious. So there was no reason for her to tell me to be careful, but she did.'

I nodded my head quietly, thinking about what I would do if I were to come face to face with Itachi again. I don't know what I would do, I don't think I would be ago to fight him.

"Is there anything else we need to know about these guys?" Shikamaru said obviously not showing interest. "That's the thing we don't know that much, all of you have to be on your feet."

I turned on my heels and made my way to the window, "I'll be at the gate if you need me." Before anyone could tell me otherwise I bolted out the window.

'What would I do if I saw him again? Would I try and kill him? Would I cry? Would I break down and freeze?' Before I knew it I was running down the streets, before I knew it I was at the gates. The wind picked up, flipping my hair here and there. For a moment I felt free. But then the wind died down and I was brought back to life.

'Why? Why did you leave me? You promised me you'd always be there for me.'

*Bird's squawk*

The sound broke my thoughts. Looking around I spotted a black bird in the trees just outside the village gates. 'That's odd I don't usually see crows out at this time.'

The crow turned and let out another irritating sound. I slowly walked towards The bird. Its head turned so it made eye contact with me. Its eyes were blood red, and it felt like it was looking my soul. Then in an instant, I saw it. The Sharingan.

"KIRA!"

I turned to find everyone waiting for me closer to the gate. But when I turned to look at the crow it was gone. 'Was that what I thought it was?'

"What are you looking at?" Kiba asked jogging up to me. "I saw a crow, but I might have just been my imagination," I replied looking back at the branch where the bird once stood.

"Well we got to get going, Lady Tsunade said the last place the Akatsuki was spotted at the north western front, so we got to get going." He said with a smile on his face showing off those K9 teeth.

'I always did think he was adorable especially with Akamaru by his side.' I sighed 'I guess that bird was a figment of my imagination.'

"Let's get going." I smiled back as we started our journey.

After while of jumping from branch to branch someone finally broke the silence.

"So how are we going to break up? It doesn't seem productive for all of us to be together." Shikamaru said, catching up to me. I hadn't really noticed it but I was farther ahead than the rest of the group. 'I must have been in my head again.'

We all stopped, "I think that is a good idea, we will be able to cover more ground that way." Kakashi agreed we all nodded in agreement. "Question is how should we go about this," Neji added, "There is an odd number of us."

"I'll go alone." I said 'I needed to be alone if I had any chance of having a conversation with Itachi. "I don't think that is wise," Kakashi growled. 'Someone is touchy.' I thought making eye contact with him. "I'll be fine alone, I am capable of handling Akatsuki members on my own," I replied crossing my arms challenging him. "Kakashi is right, you shouldn't go at it alone," Izumo said.

"I will be fine. I promise." I said forcing a smile, 'Would I be okay?'

"Well okay then, I'll split up the groups; Kakashi you're with Neji, Izumo with Kiba, and Kotetsu you'll be with me," Shikamaru spoke. "I still don't like it," Kakashi replied with a huff.

"Don't worry about me Kakashi I am a lot stronger than I look, I can handle anything," I said, placing my hand on his shoulder trying to ease his worry. "Be careful."

We all went our separate ways and I was finally alone. I walked along a dirt path towards the direction of where the targets were last seen. I walked absent mindedly for a while till I heard Kirar growl.

"What is it Kirara?" She looked at me then turned her head and growled again this time transforming into her demon form. She was focused on something on just the other side of the bushes. 'She doesn't usually act this way, she only gets riled up when she senses someone with high chakra.' I came to her side, she continued to growl.

"I would call off that demon of yours." A voice spoke from the other side, we both jumped back still holding our ground. "You're quick on your feet." My hand landed on the sword on strapped to my waist. The rustling in the bushes got louder and suddenly a body emerged. A man tall man in an Akatsuki cloak stepped out. His face was hidden except for his eyes. His eyes were a terrifying color of green. 'I've never seen anyone with eyes like that.' Across his head was the headband with the sign of the Village Hidden by a Waterfall symbol.

"Judging by your stance and the way you're clutching that sword of yours, it doesn't look like you are going to let me pass without a fight." He said after a moment. "You got that right!" I yelled back, slowly unsheathing my sword. "What are you Akatsuki doing here? and where are the other members?" I spat positioning my sword so that I could react fast if he decided to make a move. "I'd rather not fight." He replied ignoring my questions.

"I asked you a question!" I barked getting irritated at the fact that he was completely glossing over my questions and acting as if I was no threat to him. He ignored me again and turned on his heels and was making his way in the direction he came.

"I am talking to you!" I yelled, reaching for my dagger and throwing it at the back of his head. Just then a scythe with three red blades came down from the trees above effectively blocking my dagger. "Hey, hey, hey, Kaaaakuzu!! you almost let that girl kill you!!" A voice yelled from above.

"Hmmm." Was the only reply he had.

The man in the tree pulled on a cable that was attached to the end of the scythe pulling it back to his hand. This time he aimed the weapon towards me. The scythe came down just barely touching me, snipping a few hairs as I back flipped out of the way. And with a swing of his arms, the scythe turned and came for me again. Pulling up my sword just in time for the blade to make contact.

The man in the tree jumped down with a loud thud. He was about the same height as the other man, but less covered. His cloak only covered one arm and he was naked underneath. "Hidan lets go, she isn't worth the fight."

That boiled by blood, 'Who the hell does he think he is!'

I bolted, I made a B-line for Kakuzu.

I brought my leg up in an attempt to land a kick to his head but he managed to duck just in time. Activating my Sharingan I brought my leg down this time landing a blow to his shoulder.

Just then I felt a presence behind me. Dodging the horizontal stroke of Hidan's scythe I managed to get behind him bringing my sword down on his back leaving a large gash. "OW!!" He screamed.

Jumping a few feet back I took a deep breath and took my stance. "I am going to kill you for that!" He yelled.

I smiled. 'This is going to be a piece of cake.'

"Calm down Hidan. She's no ordinary girl." Kakuzu spoke standing back up from his hunched position.

"I don't care what she is! Do you see this scar she just put on me!! I am going to make her pay!!" Hidan rambled. "Shut up and look at her eyes," Kakuzu said ignoring all of Hidan's comments. "Hmm... Ohh she has the same eyes as Itachi." I froze, the mention of his name stoped me dead in my tracks. "Hey, Itachi! You forgot to kill someone!" He said pointing his scythe to a branch behind me. It doesn't matter I'll kill her myself!" He said spreading his arms out arching his back and letting out an evil laugh.

When I turned my head to get a glimpse, if it really was Itachi, that is when Hidan made his move. Launching his weapon at me I tried to dodge but this time he got a hit in. One of the blades slashed my neck.

I figured that his attack would be more fatal but he only broke the skin, enough to draw blood. He pulled on the cord bringing back the scythe, licking the blood he had drawn. Suddenly his body turned black and his eyes became more crazed. "Now I can kill you."

With a roar, he drew a black rod from underneath his cloak and stabbed his own leg. 'He's crazy!'

Suddenly a paralyzing shock went through my body. My eyes widened, 'Blood!? My blood but how!?! He stabbed his own leg why am I the one bleeding!'

"That is the power of Jashin!" Hidan yelled pulling the rod from his leg. Blood gushed out of my leg and my vision began to get blurred. 'Somehow the damage he is inflicting on himself is being inflicted on me! I need to end him before he ends me.' I panicked running towards him, "Pathetic!" He bellowed plunging the rod in his other leg. I stopped dead, blood oozed down my other leg. I staggered trying hard not to let myself fall to the ground. "Where should I stab next!?" He yelled positioning the rod at his left arm "Here!? Or here!?" He said moving to his right arm. "Or should I end it now!?" He yelled pointing the rod to his heart.

'Didn't think it would end this way.' I thought using all my energy to keep myself standing. "Do your worst!" I barked. "That's it! You asked for it!!" He yelled plunging the rod in his heart.

Just then the wind swirled and birds began to cry. 'Crows again?' in a tornado of crows and feathers a body appeared, and there he stood. Black hair, and eyes as red as blood.

"I'll take it from here," Itachi said staring me down like prey. "Step aside Itachi! I am the one who is going to kill that brat!" Hidan barked from behind him. "Shut up Hidan and let Itachi handle this," Kakuzu spoke nonchalantly, obviously in no mood of his partner's antics. "If you think I am gonna let this guy kill my sacrifice you got another thing coming!" Hidan yelled to Kakuzu.

"Step aside Hidan. I am the one to fight her." Itachi said staring down Hidan with his Sharingan, immediately his mood changed and so did his body. "Hmmf, I didn't want to kill her anyway."

'Is he scared of Itachi? And more importantly, is he sulking?'

It happened in a flash, Itachi was in front of me, and we made eye contact for the first time in almost 8 years. I saw something flash across his face, happiness?

His hand came down on me but I blocked him with my arm, we stood there for a minute, then.

"Meet me at the hideout in 3 days," Itachi whispered.

'Is he serious?'

"I'll explain everything, just meet me please."

Then a sharp pain.

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"Akira! Kira! Are you okay?"

'Neji? Where did he come from?'

I opened my eyes to find worried faces looking down at me. I bolted up and a sharp pain racked my body.

"Take it easy," Kotetsu said steadying me with his arm. "I can't believe that you actually held your own against those freaks," Kiba said plopping himself down next to me. "You took a pretty bad hit, Kira. It's amazing that you're still alive." Shikamaru said crouching down beside me inspecting my wounds. "I am fine! Where are they!?" I asked hurriedly, trying to pick myself up, but failing miserably.

"Easy, it's lucky we got here in time Itachi would have killed you if we were just a moment too late," Kakashi said obviously mad that I acted recklessly.

"Come off it Kakashi, don't treat me like a kid. I am fine aren't I!" I barked at him. His expression turned to a hurt one. "I am sorry for snapping at you," I sighed.

"It's fine." He replied.

"Did you find out why they were here?" Neji asked. "It seemed to me as if they had already found whatever it is they needed," I picked myself up and began to walk in the direction of the village. "Then what do we tell Lady Tsunade?" Kiba said catching up to me in an effort to help me walk. "We tell her exactly what happened," I replied.

'My first failed mission and it is all because of him.

I have 3 days then I'll get my answers.' I thought.

*Bird's squawk*

In the distance I saw the crow again.

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(Back at the village)

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU GOT NOTHING!" Tsunade yelled throwing her chair out the window. "It's my fault," I replied getting down on my knee ( I don't often apologize to Tsunade but this time it really was my fault the mission failed.)

"I engaged with the enemy when I shouldn't have," I continued. "I told you to do recon, why you decided to pick a fight with 3 Akatsuki members is beyond me!" She yelled back.

'Damn she really is mad.' I thought standing back up. "It's my fault and I am sorry Tsunade," I whispered. After a few minutes of fuming Tsunade began to calm down. "I can't change what has happened, but I am glad you all made it back safely. Even though no new information has surfaced from this mission at least they are gone. You're all dismissed," She said.

Everyone filed out of the room except for me and Shizune. "I am sorry I really am. I don't know what came over me." I said in an effort to dull her anger.

"I know Kira, just get to the hospital and get some rest."

"Yes."

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"WHAT DO YOU MEAN 2 DAYS!!" I yelled.

"Your injuries are pretty severe but they are healing up nicely," the nurse replied with a smile on her face. "From what I can tell you need the rest anyways so enjoy it while it lasts." She said walking out of the room.

'Fine 2 more days.'

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'Finally, I am out of that forsaken place. I've always hated being in the hospital. They forced me to stay 2 days even though it didn't take long for my wounds to heal.'

I walked out of the hospital, down the street. Before I knew it I found myself at the village gates.

'I have a day to get to the hideout.'

"Hey, Akira you're out of the hospital!?" An arm came around my shoulders pulling me into a hug. "Hey Naruto," I replied smiling.

"When did you get back from your mission?" I asked trying to weave myself from his arms.

"This morning," He replied, "Where are you going?" He continued curiously.

"Just somewhere, hey if anyone asks don't tell them you saw me. I'll be back tomorrow." I said walking down the path away from the village.

"Should I be worried?" He called.

"No!" I said waving back at him.

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'It's been years since I have been here.' I thought walking into a small room. Scrolls lay on a small table against the far side of the wall. There was no reason to ever come here.

"Why would you ask to meet here of all places," I asked.

A body stepped out from the shadows.

"It was the only place I could think of that we wouldn't get interrupted."

His voice made weak, I wanted to run to him, I wanted to hug him.

I turned and our eyes met.

"Ita--" In an instant, I was wrapped in his arms.

"I missed you, Kira." He whispered stroking my hair. I cried for the first time since...

"I am sorry Kira, there is nothing I can say to you to make up for leaving you." His hug tightened.

Minutes passed, I pulled myself together and pushed a way from him. His expression was filled with hurt.

"You have some explaining to do," I whispered wiping tears from my face. "You left me! You promised you'd never leave me and you did! Not just me you left Sasuke and now he believes it's his lot in life to kill you!" I yelled trying to stifle my tears.

His body stiffened. "I was trying to protect you... Sasuke... and the village.."

"Protect! That's rich! you call what you did protecting us!?" I barked tears escaping my eyes.

"I know it doesn't seem like it, believe me, I was trying to protect everyone." His voice rose, I've never seen him act this way before.

"Did you have to kill everyone!? Did you have to leave Sasuke? Did you have to leave me?" My voice broke, I felt his arms around me again trying to comfort me.

"I wouldn't have left you and Sasuke if it wasn't for your protection." He said in a soothing tone.

"I missed you," I cried. "I missed you so much it killed me," I said wrapping my arms around his body. " I am sorry."

After a while, we sat down.

"I was always watching over you, I never truly left you." He said placing a hand on my shoulder.

"Watching me? how? There is no way that you could get anywhere close to the village." Just then the sound of a bird squawking echoed throughout the small room. Two red eyes materialized from the shadows and a crow flew out.

"A bird? That's how you've been watching?" I asked staring into Itachi's eyes

"Yes."

The bird landed on Itachi's shoulder and made that god awful sound again before swooping past me and out the door.

"I had to kill everyone. It was a mission." He spoke just above a whisper as if to say it but not having the intention of having it heard. "A mission?" I questioned.

"They were planning a coup d'etat." He whispered staring off into the distance.

"A coup? Who? You're not making any sense Itachi." I said turning my body to face him. "Look at me when I am talking!" I said grabbing onto his cloak. His head turned and I was shocked to see what I saw. Tears were running down his face. 'I have never seen Itachi cry before. He was always smiling always happy. Maybe I really didn't know how he felt inside, the pain that he has suffered.'

"Itachi--" I reached up whipping his tears away with my thumbs. "I am sorry for yelling." I continued. He was silent his eyes bore into mine. "My father and the rest of the Military Police Force. I did what I did to protect everyone." His voice was so soft I could barely hear.

'He is hurting a lot, it must have destroyed him to do such horrible things to the people he called family.'

"Why?" I asked.

"I told you." He replied sadness enveloping his voice.

"Not that, why did you let me live? Sasuke I understand, but why me? You even killed Izumi." The sound of her name made him wince. 'He still loves her?'

"I couldn't kill you, I wouldn't kill you. All your life you were hurt, I couldn't bare to hurt you more." He replied.

"Why join the Akatsuki?" I questioned plopping back down next to him.

"I invited to join, I wanted to find out what they planning."

"Are they planning something?"

"They are capturing Jinchuriki, but at the moment I don't know the plan-" He trailed off.

"I don't know yet. I need your help to stop him."

"My help? How?"

"I'll tell you what he is planning and you find a way to stop them at all costs."

"Why don't you just come back to the village and explain everything to Tsunade. I know she will understand despite her thick headedness."

"No. I need you to do this for me. I have to stay with the Akatsuki."

"You can't go your entire life bearing the burden of this alone. You're strong Itachi but you can't have the weight of the entire world on your shoulders." I whispered. "You've done more than is needed or necessary."

"Help me Akira."

"Yes."

'I couldn't say no to him. He's been holding onto all of this for years, carrying the weight of the world. He wants to protect everyone.'

"You're not alone, I'll help you but I need you to promise me that you won't leave me again. Promise me you won't do anything so reckless again and I'll help." I whispered into his chest.

"I promise."

We stayed wrapped in each other for a while. 'I didn't want to let go of him, I was scared that if I did I was never gonna get the chance to be with him ever again.'

"I am so sorry Akira, I put you through too much and I am sorry." He pulled away kissing my forehead.

"Just promise you won't do it again and I forgive you," I replied smiling. Then he smiled for the first time in years. My heart lit up I became so happy, his smile never failed to bring out my own smile.

We sat together talking for hours about years passed, Madara's plans and almost everything in between.

"I have to go," Itachi said after a while, "My partner is going to get suspicious if I am away for much longer." He continued. "I know Tsunade is going to be up my ass for going out without telling her." I signed, 'She's going to unleash a wrath on me.' I thought, rubbing my arms as I stood up.

"I am proud of you Kira." The comment caught me off guard. My heart fluttered, my entire life I've wanted to hear those words from him and now I have.

"All my life I've wanted nothing more than to make you proud." I started but was cut off.

"I was always proud of you." He smiled and tapped my forehead, something he always did to Sasuke, I smiled in return.

"We should go."

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"Where were you?" Tsunade asked, clearly infuriated with me. "I went for a walk," I replied.

"For a whole day?!" She pressed.

"I just needed some time to myself."

"Did it have something to do with the failed mission." She asked her tone suddenly changing.

"Yes."

She immediately backed off.

"Cut yourself some slack, one failed mission out of hundreds of successful ones. It's water under the bridge now." She said in an effort to make me feel better.

"Thanks, Tsunade," I replied turning to leave. "I am gonna go home for a bit."

She didn't reply.

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I laid in bed that night thinking of Itachi.

'And so it begins.'

Itachi and I began working together to foil the Akatsuki's plan. We spent any time we could together. It felt like old time again, I felt loved again, cared for again.

I wasn't prepared for what would come.

C H A P T E R 3:

'It's been a little under a year. Things have been getting a little crazy, but Itachi and I have been working together to mess with the Akatsuki's plans. So far so good.'

"I have to tell you something," Itachi said as we walked to a clearing in the forest. It was a beautiful day, the sun was out, the birds were chirping and air was crisp and clean. But something just didn't feel right.

"What is it?" I asked turning my head to smile at him.

"You're not going to like what I have to tell you," He replied turning to look away from me.

"What is -- ."

"I am gonna fight Sasuke... And I am going to let him kill me..." He whispered softly.

"What!? You've got to be kidding me! You're crazy Itachi!" I yelled stepping in front of him. "Itachi I just got you back and you expect me to let you get killed. I am not gonna let that happen!"

He refused to make eye contact with me. "Look at me when I am talking to you!" He tilted his head so that he was looking up into the sky.

"I need to do this. I put Sasuke in this position, I filled his heart with hate and I need to fix it." He replied staring up into the sky.

"Then tell him the TRUTH! You're in no condition to fight! He is only doing this because he doesn't know!" I spat back.

"He can't know."

" I am not letting you! You can't fight not the way you are now" I yelled

He slowly faced me. A sad smile on his face. His hand came up to my face stroking my cheek, "Kira... You mean the world to me... You're my dearest friend... What I am trying to say is... I love you."

My eyes widened. Before I could reply he kissed me. My heart exploded, 'he loves me!" my mind was racing a mile a second. I kissed back pouring my heart and soul into it.

A minute later he pulled away. "I love you." He repeated.

My mouth was moving but I couldn't say any words, I was still in shock.

"Just know that no matter what happens I love you, always did, and always will."

"No matter what? Itachi this sounds like a goodbye?" I panicked.

"Forgive me again, I have to do this... Goodbye." He whispered......

Everything went black.

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*A few hours later*

I bolted up right. "ITACHI!!!" I yelled, but there was no reply.

"That IDIOT! ITACHI YOU FOOL! YOU PROMISED YOU WOULDN'T DO THIS AGAIN!!" I yelled.

'where would he go?' I was in a panic, I couldn't go back to the village, it would be too late! I have to find him.'

I ran through the forest searching.

I forced myself to stop.

"Okay, Akira you need to think this through rationally! Where would be the perfect place for the two of them to fight?" I said out loud.

After a moment of pondering it finally came to me.

I ran.

I ran as fast as my feet could carry me. 'I have to make it there in time.'

"I HAVE TO!"

I ran for what seemed like hours.

Jumping through some bushes only to come face to face with some familiar people.

"Akira?"

"Naruto? Kakashi? Sakura?"

"Akira watch out!" Sakura's voice rang in my ears. My body moved on its own accord dodging an attack from an unknown enemy.

"What are you guys doing here?" I asked before looking up to find 2 new Akatsuki members. One looked like a venus fly trap with a half white half black body. Standing next to him was a man covered head to toe. The only part of him that was even close to being visible was a hole in the right side of his orange mask.

"Tobi did good Zetsu!?" the man yelled jumping up and down. When he stopped I saw it and my body shook. A Sharingan was visible.

"You! You did this!" I yelled charging at the man with the mask.

"Wait Kira he is using some weird justu!" Naruto yelled just a little too late. Before I could land my attack the man landed a kick to my stomach sending me back and into a tree.

"I won't let him die!" I barked clutching my wound, blood trickling down my side of my mouth.

Suddenly the man's voice changed from playful to one of seriousness "I did nothing Itachi will die by his own free will, you know better than anyone that that is what he wants."

"Damn you and damn him I said I am not going to let him die even if it kills me!!" I barked back.

"Kira, what is he talking about?" Kakashi asked as he tried to help me.

I yanked away from him and stumbled to my feet. "I lost him once! I am not letting anyone take him from me again! Especially not to Sasuke!" I shrieked.

But before I could attack again the two disappeared. "It would seem that the battle is over and the victor has been decided. (I know this may not have been what he said exactly, but I am too lazy to go back and watch the episode and quote, sue me lol.)

"No!" I whispered, "He can't be dead."

" Kira, you need to explain! what is going on!?" Kakashi asked again.

But I ignored him. "I don't have time for this! I need to save him!" I screamed running towards the direction of the hideout. I knew they were gonna run after me but I didn't care, saving Itachi takes precedence over everything else.

I heard the sound of thunder and the sky turned dark, as I approached the outskirts of the hideout I saw the black flames.

"Amaterasu? Itachi!!" I searched the rubble, "I am too late! I am Late! ITACHI!!" I looked and looked, then I finally saw him.

I bolted for him. "NO PLEASE DON'T BE DEAD PLEASE."

I finally reached him, dropping down to my knees I clutched onto him. "Placing my ear to his heart I desperately tried to find a pulse."

'Found it'

"Kira What are you doing!?!! Get away from him he's dangerous!!" Kiba and Kakashi tried to rip me away from Itachi but nothing, could make me let go of him.

"GET AWAY!!" Everyone backed away slowly.

"But--."

I placed my hands on his heart and summoned all my chakra to my hands. I attempted to heal him with the little medical ninjutsu knowledge I had.

"Don't go! Don't do this to me again Itachi!" I cried.

"You promised me, Sasuke needs you, I need you, the village needs you, please wake up." My eyes were blurry from my tears, but I continued to try and heal him.

"Kira what are you doing?" Sakura asked.

"What does it look like I am doing I am trying to save him!" I snapped

"But why he's the enemy!" She snapped back.

"You don't know him! None of you know him!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Everyone was shocked.

"No one knows the real Itachi Uchiha..."

"You didn't deserve this, you didn't deserve any of this." Rain began to fall, no one dared come near me, I think in some way they understood what I couldn't bring myself to say.

"You're stupid to think that this is what Sasuke needed. I should've been here. I am sorry I couldn't protect you. I couldn't protect the one person who meant the world to me." His heart beat was faint but I could still sense it. "Please wake up, don't leave me, don't leave Sasuke. We need you." The rain chilled my body to the bone, and for the first time, I noticed that Kirara was sitting on the other side of Itachi. She had something in her mouth, She began to whimper her head buried into his side.

'She's crying.'

"I am sorry Kirara, I am so useless. I couldn't protect him."

She dropped the item from her mouth and it made a tapping sound.

'His headband.' With one hand I picked it up. My thumb traced the scrape across the sign of the Hidden Leaf Village. I placed the headband on his chest. I reached up and pulled my headband from around my neck.

"Remember this? You gave it to me for graduation. You were the only one there for me since I was a kid. You deserve a headband showing the symbols of the village you died protecting." I said placing it on his chest.

"All this power, all this skill and I couldn't even use it to save you. I failed you"

.......

"You haven't failed me."

My eyes snapped open.

"Itachi!"

I felt his hand on my cheek softly caressing. "You could never dissapoint me." Looking up I saw his face, it was battered from the fight, but he was smiling.

The hand on my face moved to my hand on his chest. "Don't waste your energy trying to save me. I am a lost cause." A smile still plastered across his face. I could feel everyone's faces glued to Itachi and me they were ready to kill Itachi if he made a move.

"You never gave up on me, and I'll be damned if I gave up on you. This is the least I can do." I choaked, tears falling freely.

"Akira?" I heard Hinata's voice.

"I am not letting him die you hear! He doesn't deserve to die not now" I whispered. I concentrated on my chakra, concentrated on healing the scared tissues in his lungs.

"Kira please, I can't be helped." He coughed and blood trikled down side of his mouth. "Rest, I'll save you, I promis you that." I said ignoring his statement.

"Can I help? I don't know much medical ninjutsu but I can see that Itachi means a lot to you." Hinata said sitting down next to Kirara. I was shocked, 'She's gonna help me?'

"Hinata? Are you sure?" I asked.

"I'll try and help in anyway I can." She said smiling.

Itachi looked over and smiled at her, "Thank you." I think his gratitude caught her off guard, a deep blush covered her face.

"Are we just going to ignore what he did to the village? What he did to Sasuke?!" Sakura yelled.

'I've had enough of this.'

I slapped her hard.

My bangs covered my face, "You don't even know him... He has been suffering more than anyone else in this world." I spoke in a soft voice, after everything that happened today I didn't have the energy to waste on her.

"Akira calm down!" Kakashi growled grabbing onto my wrist.

I looked up at Sakura's stunned face "Don't you dare say another word." He coughed, a lot harder this time."Watch your mouth when you talk about Itachi, " I growled grinding my teeth together.

I ran back to Itachi, "Hey, it's gonna be okay, I'll take good care of you."I smiled.

His eyes were glazed and his breathing was ragged, but he smiled. That smile, he is smiling so that I won't worry about him. That's how hes always been.

Hinata finished wraping up his wounds and came to sit by my side. No one spoke. After what seemed like hours I began to fell my chakra running low. 'This isn't good, I was just making progress. I need to take him back to the village.' I thought to myself.

"Kira?" I heard Kakashi from behind us.

"What" I replied coldly.

"We should head back."

"I am not leaving him."

I turned to face him, I thought he would upset with me but his face was understanding.

C H A P T E R 4:

My hands hovered over Itachi's body slowly, chakra flowing from my hands into his body.

'The damage he has sustained isn't just from this battle'. My heart clenched, 'he has been destroying his body for years'. The tissues in his heart and lungs were ripped and deteriorating.

"Itachi? How long has this been going on?" I whispered. His eyes were closed but his breathing has improved a little more. "Years..." His voice was barely over a whisper, it was almost as if he didn't have the energy to talk and everything came out mouthed and muffled.

*Meanwhile*

"What do we do Kakashi Sensei? He is a traitor, we can't possibly take him back to the village". Sakura exclaimed obviously annoyed at the fact that no one was doing anything.

"We shouldn't jump to conclusions Sakura" Kakashi whispered as he looked back over to Akira and Itachi.

"What do you mean!? Itachi is in our custody and he must know where to find Sasuke, why not just beat the information out of him" Naruto growled

"No one likes this anymore than me, but just put yourself in Akira's shoes. She is doing all she can to save her best friend regardless of the things he has done, the same way the two of you would do anything for Sasuke". Kakashi replied rubbing the back of his head. Naruto and Sakura both gave and sigh of agreement.

"Yeah you're right" Naruto huffed.

"The only problem now is how are we going to get him back to the village, Lady Tsunade isn't going to like this" Kakashi spoke tipping his head to the sky letting the rain gently pepper his face his hands at his hips. 'This is going to be really hard'. Kakashi turned on his heels and began walking towards Akira and Hinata.

"Thank you Hinata, you didn't have to do this." I replied looking at her and flashing a smile.

She smiled and looked down at Itachi. "I can see that Itachi means a lot to you and I just wanted to help".

"He does mean a lot to me, he was there for me when no one else was, he went above and beyond to make me feel loved and cared for". Tears slipped down my face and onto Itachi's chest. My hands moved to his upper chest, one hand hovered over his face. 'His eyes are getting worse even though he is sleeping'.

"Kira we should head back to the village, Lady Tsunade needs to know about this". Kakashi's hand was on my shoulder. I tensed for a moment, but somehow his presences reassured me that everything was going to be okay.

"How are we going to take him with us? He is in too fragile a condition to move" Hinata said getting up from her sitting position and walking over to Kakashi. "That is unfortunately, our only hitch" he replied crouching down beside me. "Do you have any ideas on how to move him?"

I closed my eyes, I didn't this far ahead. My only priority was saving Itachi from everyone, it never dawned on me how I was going to transport him home once I got everyone on board with this whole idea of bringing him back to the village. 'I could summon Kida and have her bring him back... But I don't know if he will be able to travel that far without continuous medical treatment'.

"I don't know..." I trailed off. "Well we have to figure out a way otherwise we can't find out the truth behind all of this". Kakashi huffed.

Pulling my right hand away from Itachi I bit my thumb just enough to draw blood I placed my hand on the rock and summoned Kida (A white wolf). "Its been a while Akira, I thought I would never see you again". A deep voice bellowed as the smoke from the summoning began to dissipate a large white wolf materialized. I could hear gasps, but I couldn't really tell who it was. My hand immediately returned to Itachi's forehead and chakra enveloped my hand again.

Kida stood at around 7 feet tall, with snow-white fur, pearly white fangs, and a red sash tied around her neck into a bow. Kida specialized in tracking and most importantly was an expert at medical ninjutsu.

"Uuhhhhh Kira who is this?" Kakashi pointed dumbfounded at the fact I had just summoned a giant wolf. Looking over I saw that everyone had the same expression Kakashi did.

"This is Kida, she is my summoning animal". I replied

"I.. can see that....." he replied, that same look of astonishment still on his face. "It was.... it's just I thought you and Lady Tsunade shared the same summoning anime". He continued.

I turned and looked at him. "What gave you that idea?" I replied cocking my head to the side.

"Oh never mind, how is Kida going to help in this situation? Doesn't seem like it would be any easier for her to transport him than us". He spoke as he walked up to Kida as if to inspect her.

Kida began circling Kakashi sniffing him as she made her rounds. Kira ran up to Kida and mewled at her as if to notify her of what was going on. Kida looked down at Kirara and growled in response making her way over to Itachi and I.

"Never thought I would see the two of you together again". She spoke as she settled on the other side of Itachi. "Should I even ask what happened?" She asked after a few moments of silence.

"He didn't have a choice..... I forced him into that position". Itachi whispered after a while of silence. His breathing was still labored and he was struggling to catch a breath here and there but at least he was talking now. "It's all my fault.... All of this" he coughed hard, blood trailed down the side of his face. His eyes were scrunched shut. 'He is still in so much pain'.

"Take it easy Ita... It's not your fault you were protecting us..." I trailed off wiping the blood from his face.

"Kira please don't waste your time with me. I don't deserve to live" his eyes slide open they were black, glazed from pure exhaustion and being on the brink of death. "Just shut your mouth you're stupid if you think I would let you die" I growled.

I looked up at Kida who was staring down at Itachi with worry. She raised her head and we locked eyes for the first time since I summoned her. Our eyes met and she immediately understood exactly what I needed her to do.

"Understood. I promise I will take care of him, and protect him with my life". She growled. She stood up and howled at the sky, her body began to glow with chakra. Her howl echoed all around us ringing through everyone's ears. I lowered my face to Itachi's and gently kissed his temple. "Everything is going to be okay, I will protect you no matter the cost". My hands retreated from his body. "I love you" I whispered as Kida quickly stood over Itachi and gave one more howl before disappearing in a cloud of smoke.

"Am I the only one who is confused as to everything that just happened". Kiba spoke for the first time since arriving. I stood up from my spot, Itachi's headband clutched tightly in my hand. I turned to the group.

"I promised Itachi that I would keep his story a secret...."

"Secret? What secret?" Naruto asked confused.

My eyes dropped to the object clutched tightly in my hands the scratch that marked the symbol of the Leaf Village boiled my blood. I have never felt so much anger towards the village.... But then again this wasn't anyone else's fault except one. And I promise to make that person pay for the pain they put Itachi through. "...But I have kept this secret for too long and all it has done is cause more pain and destruction". Tears slipped down my face and onto the headband.

"Let's go home. I have a feeling that all our questions will be answered soon". Kakashi spoke placing a hand on my shoulder. I looked over over my shoulder, we locked eyes and he smiled at me. I was shocked, but I smiled and nodded my head at him and the others. With that, we all returned to the Village Hidden in the Leaves.

After what seemed like hours we were finally on the outskirts of the village. Walking up the gate I stopped dead in my tracks. 'I don't know if I will be able to face Tsunade, she'll be disappointed in me'.

I felt something, "You did what you did to protect someone you cared about, I am sure Tsunade will understand". Kakashi said as he came up from behind me.

"You're being a lot more considerate of my feelings than anyone else has, why Kakashi?"

"What can I say I am a softie when it comes to you". He replied smiling.

"A softie huh?" I smiled back.

"It's time". He reached his hand out to me and I happily took it.

THIS PART MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS FROM THE SHOW!

SO READ WITH CAUTION

*Tsunade's Office*

I lightly knocked on the door. "Enter". I turned the door nob and pushed the door open and took a step into the room. The sun was beginning to set and the light that poured into the room made everything shine like gold. Tsunade sat at her desk signing paperwork as always. Shizune stood beside her peering over her, no doubt to make sure that she was actually doing her paperwork correctly. The two looked up in unison. One by one everyone filed into the room. "Kira?... What are you doing with Kakashi and his team?"

"Uhh we ran into... uhh... some issues while searching for Sasuke". Kakashi spoke up after a moment of silence. "Ohh? And what would that be?" She replied putting her pen down and locking her fingers together. Her eyes focused hard on me as if to pull the answer from me by staring me down. Her eyes were so pointed I winced under her gaze. My heart pounded in my ears, my blood pumped viciously through my veins I could feel the pulsation. 'I've never felt so scared of her before'.

I took a step forward. "I found Itachi Uchiha..." Her eyes widened "What?! Where is he?!" she jumped from her seat slamming her hand on the table. I winced again. "Kida has him and is taking care of him". I replied my gaze dropping to my feet.

"You must hand him over at once! He needs to answer for his crime!" She barked at me. "I can't do that...." I replied. My voice barely over a whispeer.

"YOU WHAT?!?! MUST I CHARGE YOU WITH HARBORING A FUGITIVE OF THE LEAF!!" She slammed her against the desk again.

"I WON'T!" I barked back, tears stung my eyes as they began to fall down my face and onto the floor.

"Lady Tsunade..." Kakashi tried to intervene.

"SHUT UP KAKASHI! THAT MAN IS A FUGITIVE AND IS GOING TO BE EXECUTED" She yelled again. I could feel the room tense up. I don't think anyone expected her to react like this.

I dropped to my knees my hand bracing me from eating the carpet.

"Lady Tsunade please!! I am begging you, please don't hurt him!" Tears fell freely from my eyes, I tried to choke back the tears but they came and at full force. "He doesn't deserve it! Please!"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE DOESN'T DESERVE IT? HE COMMITTED A CRIME AGAINST THE VILLAGE AND YOU EXPECT ME TO PRETEND LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED!!" She bellowed again.

I pressed my forehead to the floor in repentance. "He didn't have a choice. He was only obeying orders". I said lifting my head from the floor. A look of confusion flashed across her face. Either the sight of me crying forced her to pull back her tone, or she just didn't know how else to react.

"What do you mean following orders?" She replied in a more calm tone, her eyes narrowed as she focused in on me.

I looked up at her tears streaming down my face. We locked eyes, her expression changed, 'she sees the hurt in my eyes'. Her gaze softened as she huffed back into her seat.

Silence....

"Start talking... And it better be good Akira..." Her voice was stern but it wasn't the same as before.

I slowly picked myself up from the floor, my legs felt like noodles,I almost couldn't hold the weight of my own body. But I didn't have a choice, 'I am going to protect Itachi, even if it costs me everything'.

I sighed closing my eyes, my head was pounding in my skull I could still feel the blood pumping through my veins and in my temples. I reached up rubbed my thumbs against my temple and raked my hands back through my hair. 'How do I explain this?' My mind was racing, moments from my childhood with Itachi flashed across my mind, the night of the massacre broke those memories and invoked that ever-so-familiar feeling burning on the scar on my back. And that's when it came, the image of Itachi laying on the pile of rubble of the Uchiha hideout. The thoughts of when I found him came rushing back 'I will never loose him again!'

Resolve shot through my body like lightening, 'I will always protect you'. His words echoed. I wiped the tears from my face, straightened my back, pulled the hair from my otherwise red and tattered face and narrowed my eyes at Tsunade.

"No one knows the real Itachi Uchiha. I didn't even know this until recently....". I trailed off. "It can already be said that Itachi wasn't an ordinary child. He witnessed and endured more pain and suffering than anyone else in this world". The statement pained my heart, and I was trying with all my might to keep fresh tears from falling.

"He was only 4 years old when he witnessed shinobis killing each other during the last great war. A child should have never witnessed let alone be able to comprehend death that young, but he was forced to do just that. But despite all the atrocities he witnessed as a child; war, murder, clashing ideology of the ninja life, and contemplation of life and death never angered or drove him to evil, it only made him value life even more". I continued as I rubbed my fingers together not really knowing if what I will say will change anyone's mind about Itachi.

The sun was setting farther behind the village pulling with it the early shadows of the night. Shizune walked over the the corner of the room and flicked the a switch and bright light flooded the room.

I took another deep breath and began... "Around the time Itachi received his assignment to join the ANBU black ops a strong opposition to village began to fester within the Uchiha clan--."

Before I could continue Tsunade broke in "Opposition to the village? What do you mean?".

"Since the inception of this village the Uchiha have always been a prominent and an otherwise underestimated clan in the village. There was bad blood between the Uchiha and the Senju but the two put differences aside in order to bring peace to the land. However, when it came time to appoint the first Hokage there was massive disagreement between the two. Many people wanted your grandfather, Lord Hashirama to become the first but the Uchiha wanted their leader Madara to be the first".

"In order for the selection of Hokage to be deemed fair the two fought and Lord Hashirama won". Tsuande turned her head to the side confused about how this story had anything to do with Itachi.

"This is part of the village's history we all know what happened, now what does this have to do with the situation at hand?" She spoke, obviously annoyed that I didn't seem to make a point.

"Everyone believe that be cause Lord Hashirama won the battle fair and square the Uchiha would stand down. But the fact that Madara had lost did little to ease the pride of the Uchiha. Their detest for the Senju only grew with the election of the second hokage a Senju member, as well as the election of the third hokage an underling of the first and second". I paused for a moment trying to see any of what I was saying was new information. It didn't seem to have any affect on Tsunade or anyone else in the room.

"After the devastation from the nine tails the Uchiha were forced to farthest corner of the village, only further confirming the belief within the clan that village elders distrusted them. Additionally, rumors were being told that Itachi's father Fugaku would be the next hokage after the death of the fourth. And when that didn't happen the clan particularly members of the military police force spiraled and began forming a coup d'etat".

Tsunade's eyes widened, her mouth fell slightly open. Soft gasps came from the people behind me. "Are you trying to tell me that the Uchiha clan were trying to overthrow the village?!" Her voice filled with surprise as she shot up from her seat once again.

"No way...." I could hear Naruto whisper from behind me.

"Yes. That was the last straw, they used Itachi as a mole. But what they didn't know was that Itachi was acting as a double spy for the village elders". Again I paused.

silence....

After agonizing silence I shifted my gaze to my feet. "Itachi never wanted to kill anyone, but after what the village elders learned there was nothing that could be done. And Itachi accepted his fate. He took on the burden no one else was willing to take. He weighed the decision to murder his entire clan against the devastation the Uchiha were going to bring to the entire village. He chose the lesser of two evils. But in the end, he suffered the most... He was a child doing the bidding of adults. " I trailed. Looking up to Tsunade her expression was twisted with surprise, confusion, and something else..... disgust? Shizune stood shocked at her place beside Tsunade.

"The third knew about this?"

"Yes."

"Homura knew about this?"

"Yes."

"Koharu new about this?"

"Yes."

"Danzo?"

"Yes."

Time stood still for what seemed like an eternity. All the chatter I could hear from behind me faded away. I couldn't hear anything.

"He was only a child Tsunade... He was only a child... He let himself be branded a traitor, as someone who mercilessly took the lives of his kin... He bared the burden that want's his... Tsunade.... He was only a child...." Tears again slipped down my face.

"Itachi Uchih embodies the shinobi way. One who protected his village from the shadows..."

'I wonder how Itachi is doing? I hope Kida was able to stabilize him'.

Her voice broke my thoughts.

"I have a lot to think about... But in light of this new information I will allow Itachi to receive treatment". Tsunade rose from her seat and walked to the window that overlooked the village.

"Looks like I have to find out a few things for myself..." She trailed off placing her hand on the glass.

"Kira this discussion isn't over but for now I will let you tend to Itachi. Kakashi go with her, as for the rest of you you you heard nothing here today. Until I have more answers the secret of the Uchiha massacre is going to say just that... A secret".

"Yes Lady Tsunade" Everyone agreed in unison.

Something fluttered in my heart. Happiness. I ran into Tsunade wrapping my arms around her and burrowing my face into her chest. She yelp in surprise at the sudden impact of my body against hers.

"Thank you Tsunade".

Her hand came up and laid on my head stroking softly, 'she knows how much this means to me'.

'I am coming Ita'

As soon as I released Tsunade from my death grip I bolted past everyone in the room and out the door. Kakashi ran after me. "Where are you going?!" He yelled after me trying to catch up. "You'll see" I yelled back to him. We ran until we reached the gates of the village. Stepping outside the village I placed my hands flat against each other focused my chakra. In a poof of smoke a scroll appeared.

"What are you going to do with that?" Kakashi asked cocking his head to the side as he peered over my shoulder. I laid the scroll out of the ground and pulled out a kunai, "we are going to where Itachi is" I replied.

Slashing my hand with the kunai I let the blood drip onto the otherwise blank scroll. Stepping onto the scroll I reached my other hand out for Kakashi's

"Coming?" I asked smiling.

He smiled and grabbed onto my hand. "Transport!

Opening our eyes it was daylight again and we were outside a building.

"This is the land of the okami" I introduced as Kakashi looked around taking in the surroundings of his new environment. "It kind of looks like the leaf". He replied.

The sound of a low and deep howl emanated from behind us. "Did you manage to convince the hokage?" Turning around we found a smaller more older looking wolf with grayish white fur. "Shima, where is he?" I asked not even bothering to introduce Kakashi.

'I just need to see him'.

"He is inside with Kida". She replied walking up the steps of the enormous building in front of us. We followed her inside walking through endless corridors. The whole place seemed to loop onto itself. The hallway walls were an off white color, the tiles of the floor were sparkling white. If I had woken up in a place like this I would think that I had gone crazy.

"He's in an induced coma, he has sustained a lot of damage to his body" She said knowingly as she turned her head to us. "Kida has been able to stabilize him but..." she trailed off turning back as we reached a door at the end of the hallway.

"But?" I asked.

"It's up to him from here on out, for right now all we can do is monitor him". The door slid open as she finished her sentence. The room was a decent sized, it had two beds at either corner of the room. On the far side of the room there was a row of windows that no doubt overlooked the front of the building. Light filtered into the room, and birds chirped outside the window. The light humming medical machines, and the constant beeping of the heart monitor filled the room. At the far end of the room near the windows are Kida stood over Itachi, her massive paw engulfed in a green chakra laid on his chest.

She turned towards us and her ears stood straight up. "He'll be okay for now". She said pulling her paw from him and walking over to us.

"Can I go to him?" I asked eger to finally see him.

"Yes" she replied sitting in from of Kakashi and I.

"You young man can come with me I have a few things that I will need help with" Shima growled looking up to Kakashi. His eye flashed over to me, I nodded my head and told him that I would be right here when he came back. He nodded back and followed Shima out the door and back down the hallway. The door slide shut and the room became still.

"He was looking for you before I put him under". Kida said as she ran her paw over her head. "He kept repeating your name over and over, it was actually getting quite annoying". She growled shaking her body fluffing her fur after long hours of working. I smiled and looked over at his sleeping form. 'He looks so peaceful, almost at ease'.

"Listen... Akira... You can't let him continue to destroy his body. If he were ever to push his body to this limit again.... Let's just say that I am not a miracle worker. Next time he will die". She sighed scratching her ear with her hind leg.

"I know Kida.... I can't thank you enough for saving the man....." I trailed off not knowing if I should finish the sentence.

"-You love" She finished for me cocking her head to the side smiling as she brandished her fangs. "Go" She said as she walked out the door.

I slowly made my way to Itachi's bed side and sat at the edge of his bed. The light coming from the window draped over him beautifully. His chest rose and fell without struggle. 'At least he isn't having trouble breathing'. I though reaching out and running my fingers over his face. Running my fingers down the length of his body I reached his hand. Slowly I picked up his hobbled limb and wrapped my hands around his. My heart fluttered, 'I never realized how much I love him'. Slowly I leaned down to his face and kissed his forehead, then his nose, then... I hovered over her lips. Lightly I brushed my lips over his and sat back down facing the window. I pulled his hand onto my lap softly stoking it while staring out the window.

"I am so glad you're okay Itachi". I whispered, my thumb still rubbing against his had. "I don't know what I would have done if I lost you". I spoke aimlessly. "I would have lost my mind.... I just.... I just love you so much Ita".

His hand tighten around mine. "I love you too Kira". His voice caught me off guard and I nearly jumped out of my skin. My head snapped to him. His eyes were wide open and he had a huge smile plastered across his face.

"You're supposed to be in a coma?" I whispered, astonished that he was awake after all he had been through.

"I love you so much". He repeated, his hand squeezing mine.

His smile filled my heart with so much joy.

I leaned down pressing my forehead against his, smiling. I slipped my hand from his placing it on the side of his face. My thumb softly caressing his pale skin. My thumb glid seamlessly over his skin, our eyes locked and I was lost in sea of blackness. "I love you too" I whispered. Itachi's hand rested at my waist softly caressing me.

"Akira-" Itachi lifted his head pressing lips against mine. Instinctively my other hand went to his face and his other hand found its way into my hair bringing my head closer to his, pushing his lips harder into mine. I leaned deeper into the kiss.

'This is all I've ever wanted'

He kissed me with so much passion so much intensity that I felt like I could melt right into him. After a few minutes he pulled back, the loss of contact made me whimper. This only made him chuckle.

I smiled.

"How long?" He asked.

"How long?" I repeated pulling away confused by his question.

"How long have you loved me?" His question brought a smile to my face for some odd reason. "I've always loved you, from the moment I met you Itachi I fell in love". I replied stroking his face.

His smile only widened.

"Come here". He said patting his chest, his voice was deep and raspy it made the hairs on my arms stand straight up. I nodded and curled up next to him laying my head in the crook of his neck.

"Am I hurting you?" I asked a little concerned that I might be pushing painfully on his wounds. "Never" He replied turning and kissing my forehead.

"Good". I snuggled deeper into his side, nuzzling my face deeper into his neck. His head rested against mine and we drifted into sleep.

*A few hours later*

"Should we wake them?" Kakashi asked.

"No. The two of them have been through enough. Let them be". Shima replied.

"It's good to see them together again". Kida said as the three of them walked out the door.

I wrapped my arms tighter around Itachi. "Ita-.."

For the first time in a very long time I was truly happy again.

C H A P T E R 5:

It's been a few weeks of Itachi being in the hospital. He isn't 100% healthy at the moment but in time he will slowly regain his strength. For now Kida gave me the okay to finally take Itachi home.

"Are you ready to go home?" I asked as we walked out of the hospital hand in hand.

"I am ready to go anywhere with you Akira". Itachi smiled pulling me to him and wrapping his arm around my waist. I smiled at his affirmation. 'I don't know how I lived so long without his touch'.

My hand rested on his chest, slowly rubbing him back and forth. I looked into his eyes and they were filled with so much love and joy.

"Hey". A voice came from below us. Shima was sitting at our feet .

"Hi Shima". I replied scrunching down to her hight. "Keep yourself safe". She said looking up at me. "And you Itachi" she continued turning her head to him, "please keep yourself safe and don't make Akira worry too much". she said as she pawed at his leg.

"I promise I won't". Itachi replied laying a hand atop my head stroking my hair softly. I stood back up and wrapped an arm around his waist.

"Come".

*Time skip*

We walked into my tiny apartment, my arm still around Itachi's waist helping him support most of weight. We walked past the the living room and into my bedroom. Slowly I laid Itachi on the bed placing a few pillows behind him to help prop him up.

"You know I don't need this right". Itachi chuckled as I scurried around the room trying to make him comfortable. "Well what do you need?" I asked sitting down at the edge of the bed.

His hand reached out to me, I turned and grabbed hold. In one swift motion he pulled me into him. His arms encircled me tightly as I fell against his chest.

"This is all I need". He said simply resting his chin on top of my head. I snuggled into his chest, his body was so warm and comfortable. I slipped my arms around his waist hugging him tightly.

"Ita-..." I whispered looking up at him.

"Hmm?". He replied looking down at me.

"What are we going to do about Sasuke?" I asked

"I don't know yet, but for the moment I just want to sit here and enjoy being with you". He replied pressing his forehead to mine.

It wasn't the most satisfying answer, but I'd rather not dwell on the issue for the moment. Itachi was right, we needed to enjoy this moment together.

I buried my face into his chest and took a deep breath, his natural musk filled my nose, he smelt so sweet I couldn't get enough of it. I took slow another deep slow breath.

"Are you okay?" His voice vibrated through his chest. "You have no idea how okay I am". I replied sitting up and smiling at him. His head cocked to the side and a smirk formed at the corner of his lips.

His smirk seemed to be a little sinister.

"Ita-" Before I could finish I was on my back with Itachi on top of me. I yelped and giggled in surprise. My hands reached up for his face. His hair fell over his shoulders framing his face beautifully. I ran the back of my hand over his cheek staring deep into his eyes.

"You're so beautiful" He spoke in a deep raspy voice as he started down at me. My hands cupped his face. "And you're just as handsome" I replied pulling his face down to mine crashing our lips together.

His lips were cool and soft against mine. One hand wrapped itself around my waist pulling me and pressing me against his body. His kisses were so soft, fleeting almost and it pained me. I wrapped my fingers in his hair pushing his lips harder into mine. He pulled back and our eyes met, but this time there was something different in them. They held something other than love, his eyes were clouded with lust and dominance.

I've never felt shy under Itachi's gaze but I felt it now. I all of sudden was self-conscious about how my clothes hugged against my body, the way my hair fell against the bed beneath me, the way I breathed, I felt so shy and inexperienced. I turned my head slightly to the side to avoid looking into his eyes.

"Look at me" His voice sounded different, more dominating.

I shook my head in opposition and turned my head even father away. His hand came up and cupped my face aggressively yanking it to face him. It caught me completely off guard.

I looked into his eye.

"Your mine now understand" His voice sounded edgy and dangerous, and it excited me. His hands worked slowly down my body to my thighs lifting them up so I could wrap them around him. His face dropped to my neck and kissed softly. His trailed his lips up my neck and up to my ear. "Your mine." He growled in my ear.

"Yes" I whispered not trusting my voice not to break if I had spoken up.

He returned back down my neck a bit down gently k earning him a soft moan. "Mmmmm ." He ground his hips into mine making me yelp in the process. My head was spinning, his body against mine. him grinding his hips into me, this felt amazing. His hands found their way under my shirt grasping my hips tightly. His lips found mine again as we locked lips in a sloppy and passionate kiss. His teeth grazed my bottom lip and I instinctively parted my lips letting his tongue slide past my own.

My hands found their way again into his soft hair, my mind was beginning to get clouded with lust.

'All he is doing is kissing me and I'am on the brink of losing my mind'. I thought pulling away from the kiss trying to catch my breath. He ground his hips harder into me, l could feel the growing bulge in his pants. "Akira you're drive me crazy...." He breathed as he nuzzled into the side of my neck.

"Its taking a lot not to rip your clothes off and do whatever I please with you." He whispered seductively.

Blood rushed to my face and I instantly turned red, 'do I feel embarrassed?'

Itachi's hand brushed across my face, "Are you embarrassed?" He asked in an amused tone. I didn't think I could get any redder but I did. I huffed and turned my face. "Don't worry it's cute". He chuckled deeply.

'I'll shut him up'. I smirked at him

"Maybe..." In an instant I flipped positions with Itachi. I sat on his hips grinding into him slightly. He let out a growl as he bucked against me. He looked so good underneath me. He almost looked so innocent, his hands were still on my hips but the look on his face softened. His eyes were wide with want.

I leaned down and brushed my lips against his neck. He took a sharp breath and clutched me tighter. His hips bucked against me, I could feel myself tingle. "Itachi" I whispered. He growled in response.

Honestly I couldn't take it anymore either I wanted him. "I want you Ita, I want you more than anything." I slipped a kunai from my pouch slicing his shirt open, looking down at him he had a smirk on his face.

"You seem to be in a hurry Akira... Do you want something?" He said smirking. "And what if I do. Are you gonna stop me." I mumbled smirking back at him. My head dropped down kissing from his neck down his chest. My fingers grazed his chest and slid slowly down to the bulge in his pants. He let out a soft groan almost inaudible, but I definitely heard it. I loved hearing him groan it turned me on even more. 'I wonder what could I do to make him say my name'. Slowly I dragged my nails down his chest and back up again, I rocked my hips against his only to earn myself what I've been wanting. "Mmmmmm Akira." The sound rolled out his mouth like liquid gold.

The sound of my name leaving his lips sent a chill up my spin and felt like electricity running through my body. Suddenly my back hit the bed and Itachi was on top of me again. In the blink of an eye he had my shirt across the room along with my skirt. His hands slid up and down my body teasingly. His hands grasped my breast. A loud moan slipped from my mouth. "There we go, I've been waiting to hear that." He said with a sly grim playing on his lips. Without warning he pushed up bra up releasing my breast from its confines. His head dropped to my plump breast, his mouth engulfed my right breast while his left hand worked over the other. Grasping, kneading, pinching, rubbing, everything he did made want to scream at the top of my lungs in ecstasy.

After a while of paying all his attention of my right breast he moved his attention to my other giving it the same treatment he gave the other. "Aammm Ita--" I gasped, "-I can't take this, I want you." I whined breathlessly starting into his black orbs. He rocked his hips into mine, and it felt delicious. I took this opportunity to flip us back so that I was back on top. Reaching down I unbuckled and unzipped his pants pushing it along with his boxers down his thighs. Now his manhood was free rubbing against my entrance.

Itachi's eyes shut tightly his hands desperately grasping at my hips, "Kira...". The way my name sounded coming from his lips was absolutely amazing. His hips snapped up grinding his cock into her soaking panties. "I want you, god I want you". A loud groan escaped his lips as I circled my hips.He pulled me down feeling to him, my breast pressed against his chest. My breath hitched in the back of my throat.

"God I love the feel of your body pressed against mine". He growled, his hands hands running down my sides. I shivered at his words. He grabbed a hold of me tightly and ground his erection into me. His cock rubbed against my entrance deliciously, 'I need more contact'. Peering down at Itachi he was biting his lips to try and stifle his moans, but it was of no use. Our lips found each other frantically, our tongues slipped past one another licking and fighting. 'The taste of him drove me crazy, I needed more'.

"You're mine... all mine..." He kept mumbling into the kiss. "Yours." I mumbled back. Kissing him sweetly and pulling back. Slowly I turned to face his hard erection. His legs hung off the edge of the bed leaning down I gently licked the tip of his throbbing rod.

Now that I actually took a good look at time he was quite massive. I wrapped my hand around him only to feel twitch with need. "Akira don't play with me". Itachi groaned out gripping my ass as a way to let go of some of his frustration. I grinned to myself knowing I had resisted long enough, I wanted this more than he did. Wrapping my hands around his base I began pumping, wrapping my lips around his tip sucking and bobbing my up and down his twitching cock. 'Mmmmm he tastes so good.' I moaned. Itachi hissed "Fuck Kira". His hands gripped my hips, his nails digging deliciously into my skin. The sound of his voice cursing because of me only added to my excitement, it made me wet the way my name left his lips.

I felt his hands work at my lacy pink panties, pulling them down, stopping at my knees. I felt his breath whips across me. My breath hitched. Slowly but surely I started to pump his cock faster. Bobbing my head and gently rubbing his balls. I felt his hips buck into my mouth gagging me. I felt his breath near my womanhood. I felt his thumb push delightfully into me. "Ahhha." My moan sent vibrations from my throat to his manhood. Again his hips snapped upwards gagging me. His thumb pushed deeper into my womanhood making me even wetter than I already was. Suddenly his lips found my womanhood. Licking up my juices like a cat licking a bowl of milk.

"Itachiiii!!!" My voice rang throughout the room. He continued hungrily licking at my juices. His arms wound their way down my back and into my hair, holding my head in place as he thrusted his cock down my throat. Feeling the entirety of him push into my mouth delighted my body in ways that I couldn't imagine. He continued to lick, and lick, and lick, pushed his tongue deep into me and slowly dragging it out. One of his hands retreated from my head and spread the lips of my neither region. He frantically licked at me pushing his tongue and fingers in and out. "A- Akira I'am gonna cum!!" He yelled pushing my head down further, groaning and bucking himself into my mouth. Hot sticky liquid coated my throat. He slowly let go of my hair. Pulling up I swallowed licking his already hardening cock clean.

I turned back around and smiled down at him. I couldn't see it but my face was flushed, my breathing was ragged, and my hair was no doubt a mess. My senses were clouded with a desire I've never felt before in my life.

Itachi sat up slowly winding his arms around my waist lifting my body up so that Ihovered over his manhood. We locked eyes, my chest was filled with so much anticipation, and I could tell his was too. His hand caressed my back making its way down. His hands slipped over my ass, taking hold spreading slightly. At that moment neither of us could cold back. Itachi buried himself inside of me with one swift motion.

Both of us groaned in bliss. Itachi's buried his face in the crook of my neck. My eyes snapped shut at the sheer pressure of his manhood spreading me to accommodate his massive size. Moans slipped from my lips as I tried to catch my breath from the sudden impalement. I wrapped my arms around his neck softly rocking my hips side to side, round and around. "Fuck!" He breathed heavily trying with all his might not to lose control.

His hands still gripping my ass guided me up and down, in slow fashion. I could feel myself tighten around him. "You're so tight Kira!" He moaned a little more loudly than I think he would have liked to admit. Pushing him down on his back I laid down on top of him slowly raising and lowering my hips. Itachi's face was twisted in pleasure as he squeezed his eyes shut.

"Move please!" I moaned burring my face into his neck.

He didn't need me to ask him twice, the minute those words left my mouth his hips snapped hard against mine. His hips moved at an inhuman speed. I clutched onto him for deal life, my mind was getting hazy. His nails were digging into my skin his strokes were getting harder and faster. I bounced my hips against him trying to keep up, but it was useless.

'How can he have all this energy?'

My hips worked against his finally we were in sync, our eyes locked, the look he had was almost enough to send me over the edge.

Slap, slap, slap, salp, salp

Moans and the sounds of skin slapping filled the entire room. 'At this point I wouldn't care if the whole world heard us.' I thought groaning at the delicious feeling of my walls clenching at hi cock. "Akira-- Kira!!."

Moans, groans, and profanity flew past his lips. Our moans and screams of passion filled the room, and was like music to my ears. My hips worked faster. "Itachi!!! Yes!! Harder Please!" I begged.

In a moment I was on my back looking up at the most handsome man on earth. "Akira" He growled, his eyes were filled with desire, his hair fell over his shoulders and cascaded down and tickled my face, his mouth hung slightly open as he tried to catch his breath. My hands reached for his face, it was hot to the touch.

My mouth hung open, I was on the bring of losing my mind. His pace quickened making my breast bounce with every thrust. "I am going to fuck you senseless!".His voice was deep, raspy and domineering again.

'If that was his goal he's already reached it'.

"Tell me you're mine!" He growled again angling my hips so that he drove himself deeper into me. My body began to shake, I was starting to lose the sight from my eyes.

"More! More! Please Itachi!! Fuck me harder." I begged wrapping my arms around his neck bringing his lips down to meet mine. "Say my name! Tell me you belong to me!" Itachi barked.

"Itachi!!" I moaned

"Not loud enough. Say my name louder" his hips snapped sharply against mine sending in a new wave of pleasure.

"Itachi!! Please, harder!!" I yelped feeling his entire manhood buried inside me.

"Say it louder. I want you to let everyone know who's making you feel like this" He snarled grabbing my legs throwing it over this shoulder reaching a new depth. Thrusting deep he hit that one spot that made everything else in the world meaningless, that spot that made me scream in agonizing pleasure. He pulled out slowly and thrust back hard, hitting that spot again.

"Ittaacchhhhiiii!!!!!!" I screeched, holding on to him. My hair fell all around my body. Sweat was beading down my body as well as Itachi's

"I don't think they heard you. Scream it for the whole world Kira!" He yelled breathlessly, pulling back his hips and snapping them right back into place. Hitting that special spot again. He slowly pulled out and repeated, but at a slower pace. 'He's trying to teas me.' I thought looking up into his eyes that were now tightly shut, he bit his bottom him trying got hold back a moan.

"Say my name!" he gruffed pulling up my other leg over his shoulder and thrusting deeper inside of me.

"AHHHH!!!!" I screeched at the top of my lungs. '

"Who do you belong to!" He growled biting at my neck enough to break the skin, digging his nails in my hips.

"You!! I belong to you Itachi! only you!" I moaned out. Clutching at his arms, feeling his muscle twitch under my fingers.

"Good girl." He whispered

"Cum for me baby" He barked driving his cock into me. Thrusting hard, hitting my spot every time. at this rate I won't be able to last another minute.

I panted catching a much needed breath before he trusted at me again. He complied pumping at me harder, rocking the bed form the sheer force of his thrusts.

"Kira I-I'm gonna cum!" he moaned flipping us over so I was on top. My pussy throbbed, clenching at his thick manhood.

"Me to." I yelped bouncing on his dick as fast as I could.

With one final thrust the two of us came to our climax "Itachi!" "Akira!" his speed coated my inner walls making me feel full. Our juices mixed and seeped out my entrance, and down his length. Sheer bliss racked through my body, looking over at his panting form underneath me made my world spin. For the first time in a while our eyes met. Black eyes met black eyes, smiles spread across our faces.

"I love you." Itachi breathed reaching up pushing my hair from my face to stroke my cheeks.

"I love you to Ita-." I said grinning down at him.

He gently pulled me down, laying my body flat against his. He said kissing the top of my head.

I giggled snuggling into his chest yawning.

His hand stroked my back, slowly my hair was pushed away from my back and draped over my shoulder. Itacchi's hand lightly traced the deep scar down my back.

"Does it hurt?" He asked.

I looked up at him and shook my head. His face was in a hard expression. 'He must be thinking about that night'.

His hand continued running up and down the scar. Shivers went up my spin.

"I.... I am sorry Kira". I pressed my lips to his and smiled.

"Ita all that doesn't matter now, we are together and I couldn't be any happier. Don't worry about the scar". I whisper softly stroking his face.

"I love you". We said together.

I laid back this chest softly stroking his chest.

"Lets get to sleep." He said holding back a yawn, as he continued to gently run his fingers through my hair.

All I could do was nod and drift into sleep.

C H A P T E R 6:

The bed shifted under me. My eyes stayed shut, I didn't want to move. A body pressed itself tighter against mine, and arm wound its way around my body and clutched me to them. A smile formed on my lips, my eyes still shut. I shifted over facing the body behind me. Snuggling deeper into the warmth. Lips pressed against my forehead and a slight sound of chuckling could be heard. I smiled, but sleep tugged at my eyes not letting me open them. Hands rubbed up and down my body, it tickled a little. I giggled.

"Ita... Stop it I just want to sleep" I whined.

"I know. You just look so beautiful I had to touch you". He relied rubbing my cheek.

My eyes fluttered open, I smiled looking up at the man who held me so tight.

"Daddy!" A small voice sounded from the other side of the bed. Both of us sat up smiling. The 4 year old climbed into the bed and sat in front of us. "Daddddd you said you would teach me a new jutsu". The little girl huffed crawling into her father's lap.

"And I will sweetheart". Itachi replied running his hand through his daughter's hair. I smiled at the two wrapped up in each other's arms. She looked just like him when he was a child. Her jet black hair that fell down her back and almost to her feet, her big onyx eyes that seemed to peer into your soul, even her cool and melancholy personality. She was his exact copy.

I smiled 'shame she didn't pick up anything from me' I thought.

"Do I get a morning hug?" I asked reaching my arms out to the little girl. She smiled and jumped into my arms. "of course you do mommy". I fell back in a fit of giggles with Asami in my arms. She hid her face in the crook of my neck as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

Looking up I saw Itachi staring at us, a smiled stretched across his face, "My two little girls" he beamed as he wrapped his arms around us. "Mom isn't little daddy". Asami replied poking Itachi's face. "I know she isn't. But just how you're our little girl, she's my little girl". He replied stroking her head.

"That doesn't make sense" She huffed.

"It will one day darling" I relied hugging her tightly.

Unsatisfied with our answer Asami released herself from my arms and jumped out of bed. "You guys are to weird!" She laughed "There's no way you guys are my parents". She giggled as she ran out of the room.

"That's your daughter" I said kissing Itachi.

"Yes she is" he replied nuzzling into my neck. "Thank you for giving her to me". He whispered. I blushed in response. Even after all this time together he still manages to make me feel like this.

I kissed him hard biting gently on his bottom lip. He let out a growl in response kissing back with equal if not more passion. Suddenly a soft object collided with our bodies.

"Can you stop kissing and help me with my jutsu dad!" Her voice echoed through the room as Itachi and I laughed. "I better help her before she decides to fight us" he grinned.

"I think we can take her". I laughed in return.

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