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animeomegas · 3 years

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So... another hc for little Sasuke (sorry this one became too specific, you can change it however you'd like to :)

After a rather harsh session (just cuz Itachi wanted to give that a try ) he kinda can't walk without his knees giving out the other day and while his alpha was making breakfast in bed for him and Sasuke wanted some help with his homework(or just wanted to spend time with his brother) while alpha was finally out of the room. And while Sasuke enters the room Itachi was trying to get out of the bed to check out where his alpha was, Sasuke just witnessing him collapsing and with that panic(thinking his alpha broke his big bro's legs) rushes to call mednins. And Sasuke known as a rather smart kid so mednins thinks the worst case scenarios and rushes to the house with him.

Just imagine the awkwardness when adult parties figure out what was the reason of all the panic.

(Ahh, this is the best thing ever, I love it so much, thanks for sending it in! I changed a few little bits, but I hope you still like it!)

Okay, so, Sasuke has been… annoyingly good at playing cockblock over the past month, and Itachi and his mate are a little…pent up.

But last night, Sasuke was with his team doing an overnight training exercise, and Itachi’s parents were attending a social dinner that ran late into the night.

And… well, Itachi and his mate certainly took advantage of the empty house. And all the pent up energy made both parties… kind of feral. It was a lot rougher than normal, let’s just say that.

In the morning, Itachi is predictably very sore, and his alpha offers to make breakfast in bed for them both so that Itachi can relax and recover at his own pace. Neither have anything to do today, so they could even spend the whole day in bed. (As long as Sasuke was too tired from his trip to protest violently, of course.)

So, Itachi’s alpha is downstairs whipping up some food, but Itachi’s glasses are all the way over on the dresser… And he can’t read the book he wants to read. Well, they’re only a few metres away, Itachi should be able to grab them just fine.

Itachi scoots to the edge of the bed and then pushes himself to his feet, just in time for Sasuke to come barrelling into the room with no warning.

…

“Ugh,” Itachi grunts, legs giving out as he collapses onto the ground.

Sasuke, having come in just fast enough to see it happen, gasps and runs forward towards Itachi as fast as possible. His brother is hurt! Wait… Where is his alpha? They…They hurt him, didn’t they?!?! Did they break his legs?!

“Brother! I told you this would happen!” Sasuke shouts, already on the verge of tears because he wasn’t there to protect his older brother. “Mother! Father! Come quick, Itachi’s hurt!!”

“Sasuke! Quiet!” Itachi hisses, very aware that he’s currently half collapsed on the floor, only wearing a long T-shirt. “I’m fine, get out of my room and don’t barge in without knocking!”

“But-But-“ Sasuke blubbers, stepping closer. “But they hurt you! You have bruises everywhere! How can you defend them like this! You’re not fine!”

Itachi blushes a bright, humiliated red as Sasuke points out all the ah… marks… on his skin. He starts trying to climb back onto the bed, holding down the shirt to preserve what’s left of his modesty.

And then things go from bad to worse.

His parents’ footsteps come racing down the hall. Sasuke must have woken them up with his screaming.

Itachi thinks that death might be the best option right now.

“Mother! Father! That evil person! I told you! They hurt Itachi!” Sasuke cries, latching himself onto his mother’s dressing gown. “He can’t walk and he’s covered in bruises.”

Itachi can do nothing but watch as both their gazes scan him from head to toe. The ‘bruises’, the fact he can’t walk, the state of undress, the fact that the house was empty last night… They’re not stupid. He can see that they’ve figured it out. Itachi can’t think of a more humiliating situation than this.

His mother looks torn between amused and horrified, and his father looks like he’s seen a ghost and is about to faint any moment. All Itachi can do is avoid their eyes and hold his T-shirt down as far as he can between his legs.

The awkward silence is broken by the arrival of his alpha.

“Hey, what’s going on up here?” their voice cuts through Itachi’s wishes for death and brings him back to the present. “Itachi?”

He watches them enter the room, breakfast tray in hand and survey the situation. They quickly slide the tray onto their side of the bed and hurry over to Itachi, slipping off their dressing gown as they go and draping it over him so cover him.

Itachi doesn’t think he’s ever been so happy to see a dressing gown, and he slips it on as fast as he can.

“Don’t touch him!” Sasuke’s voice interrupts them. “I’ll never let you touch my brother again!”

Sasuke immediately launches into an attack against Itachi’s alpha. Thankfully, there’s no way his alpha would lose to a newly minted genin, and they easily manage to defend themselves without hurting him.

“Sasuke! Stop it!” Itachi orders, finally finding his voice. “They didn’t do anything wrong, you’re being ridiculous!”

“No!” Sasuke argues, still kicking at Itachi’s alpha. “Iruka sensei said that, even if you’re in a relationship with someone, they aren’t allowed to hurt you because it’s still illegal!”

“I promise I didn’t hurt your brother, Sasuke, please calm down,” they try to diffuse the situation.

“No! I-“

“Enough!” Fugaku roars, clamping a hand down on Sasuke’s arm. Some colour had returned to his face by this point, but he still pointedly avoids looking in Itachi’s direction. “No fighting in the house. Go to your room and stop bothering your brother.”

“But-“

“No buts,” Fugaku pulls Sasuke out of the door despite his fighting. “And you two," he turns his attention on to Itachi and his alpha when Sasuke has been successfully removed from the room. “If he starts asking questions, you will be the one to explain it to him.”

He leaves, and Mikoto follows behind him, shutting the door, but not before shooting Itachi a wink.

This is the worst day of his life.

The door slams shut and there’s silence again.

Itachi’s alpha gingerly lifts Itachi off of the floor and back onto the bed now that the spectators had left.

“Do you think if you hit me very hard, I’ll forget this ever happened?” Itachi asks, burying his glowing red face in his hands.

“If I hit you that hard, Sasuke would have a point, and we can’t let that happen,” Itachi’s alpha replies mildly, slipping into bed beside their mate.

“I feel so humiliated,” Itachi whispers, moving his face from his hands and burying it in his alpha’s shoulder instead.

“I know,” his alpha whispers, face pulling into a small frown. “But it’s okay, we didn’t do anything wrong. Your father has been asking for grandchildren lately, so he has no room to complain, and your mother didn’t seem to mind.”

“That’s worse,” Itachi groans. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”

“Okay,” they agree, stroking his hair idly. “Have something to eat, you’ll feel better.”

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uchiharomance · 3 years

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kinktober 2021

day eight: orgasm delay with sasuke

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“Your problem,” Sasuke had begun as his wickedly cold hands had slipped your panties from thighs, “is that you have no patience for a proper orgasm.”

Trapped in his arms you’d watched as they hit the floor, immediately covered by his boot as he had shifted you to sit between his legs, saddled with your own suspended to either side.

“You’re too sensitive, I’ve never been able to edge you without you crying out for immediate release,” he had sighed, rinnegan sparkling in the dim light of the room. “I’ve never been able to give you a proper high.”

“It’s the same either way,” you had laughed, arguing with him as you gently prodded at his hand, wiggling against the fiery purple one about your waist as you willed his proper one to touch you.

“Let me try it, just one time.”

It had been your mistake to agree.

That had been almost thirty minutes ago.

You had since then been reduced to a shivering, crying, shell of a mess.

“Sasuke, PLEASE,” you whine now, desperately bucking your hips as he glides two fingers against your clit, “PLEASE, PLEASE JUST LET ME - “

“Be patient,” he commands, looking you over with crimson eyes, no doubt capturing every inch of your teary eyed face for future reference. “You want it to feel good right?”

“I changed my mind!”

He’s done all this with his fingers, you realize, in fact it’s probably a small mercy that his tongue isn’t involved but it’s little comfort to you now.

It had started gently enough, some soft flicks to your clit, a finger pulsing, rubbing against your velvet walls but it had been when a fiery purple finger pushed inside you that you had truly begun to see stars.

Moving in a way that even Sasuke’s mortal hand couldn’t match it had immediately overwhelmed you, triggering a warming sensation in your core that exploded throughout your nerves like fireworks as the chakra lad lapped against your insides, teasing each sensitive spot within you.

And the thrusting! The sheer power behind those fingers, bouncing in his lap and sending an ache through your thighs as powerful as any session with his cock had left you.

Not to mention its girth.

Five times you had come to he edge, and five times you been pulled back, the last just as he dam had broken. You could feel it now, the coming storm of pleasure, the promise of what would happen when he finally let go.

It scared you.

“Are you ready?” Sasuke asks, placing his chin on your shoulder as his finger stops, hovering just over your poor, sensitive nub.

Yes.

No.

Maybe.

It crashes down upon you like a wave, a storm, a jutsu cast by his single worded, “Come.” and for a minute you lose your sight, your self, your sense of anything in the world but the pleasure, the sheer, blinding pleasure and the man holding onto you.

Toes curling, heart racing, a strain in your hips, chest, legs, and arms and Sasuke’s beautiful voice telling you to relax, to breathe as the chakra latches onto once more, helping you to ride your orgasm to completion.

You can’t feel your legs.

Or really, anything at all.

“Your problem,” Sasuke says later as he cuddles you, holds you close to his chest and stares into the fire. “Is that you don’t have enough stamina.”

“Sasuke,” you groan, the ache in your abused, overworked pussy oddly pleasurable in itself.

“We’ll have to work on it,” he says, a slight smile on his lips. “Often.”

#sasuke x reader

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daily-dose-of-imagines · 4 years

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I-Yeah, I wanted to write this, because well, why not man. Sinners will be sinners, and I’ll see you in hell. (☞ ͡ಥuಥ)☞

Word count: 2.7k

@sasukelore, once again, you really know how to give someone ideas, man.

Tags/warnings: oral, threesome, blowjobs, creampie, 18+, choking, voyeurism, dirty talk

If you are not of age, PLEASE DO NOT READ.

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The Uchiha brothers and (y/n) were sitting in the living room, Sasuke reading and Itachi watching the television. (y/n)...Well, (y/n) was trying her very best not to let a moan slip from her lips. But it was very hard with the fact that Itachi kept rubbing her thigh under the floor table, inching its way up, closer and closer to where it definitely shouldn’t go.

She couldn’t believe Itachi was doing this. Right now, of all places. Right in front of his brother of all people. What was he thinking?

She didn’t know what was worse, the fact it is in front of Sasuke, or the fact that she was getting turned on because it is in front of Sasuke. Her thighs were getting shaky with want, and her pussy was already oozing precum. Her body was on fire, and it burned hotter every time Itachi squeezed and rubbed. (y/n) glanced toward him, wanting to glare at him, but it only looked like she was going to cry.

Itachi gazed in her direction and smirked, at this point, knowing what he was doing to her. Stupid Itachi, and his stupid hand, how is he even doing that oh god--”Ah!” (y/n) whimpered, and upon realizing she let a moan slip, she slapped her hand on her mouth, her eyes wide. Sasuke looked up from his book and gave her a confused expression.

“What was that?” he questioned, looking between her and Itachi. He wasn’t much help though, his hand now entirely on her pussy, gently rubbing her through her panties.

(y/n) slowly widened the space between her thighs, giving Itachi more access while telling Sasuke, “O-oh, sorry, I got a cramp in my leg, and it hurt.” it was the lamest excuse in the book. Still, she couldn’t get her brain to function, not with Itachi discreetly fingering her under the table, with only a feeble piece of cloth obstructing him.

Sasuke raised a brow, clearly not believing her. “Uhuh, sure. Well, I’m going to get some water,” he told the two, then got up to walk to the kitchen. Once gone, (y/n) immediately pounced on Itachi, pinning him to the floor and started kissing him wildly, losing all sense of control. He responded with just as much enthusiasm, putting his hands on her hips, pulling her towards his lap.

“God, Itachi, I can’t believe you did that,” she muttered between kisses, to which Itachi chuckled, running his finger up and down her smoldering body. She gasped and arched her back as Itachi traced her spine with light touches, his lips on her neck.

“I’m surprised you didn’t stop me. You just got wetter.” the older Uchiha murmured. “Did it turn you on that much to have my little brother there, not knowing what we were doing?” he asked her, and (y/n) swore she was going to melt on top of him, her breath shuddering as she felt Itachi take one of his hands to her ass, grasping it tightly. Without answering him, (y/n) clasped her fingers around his neck and let her body grind against his crotch, feeling his hard-on. She laughed breathily and gave Itachi a teasing look.

“Look at you, Itachi, you’re just as turned on, aren’t you.” and Itachi was, he tried so hard just to tease her and not let it get out of hand. But (y/n) got so red, and when she started to quivering under his touch, he knew he had to go further, or he was going to explode himself.

Just as he was about to start grinding upwards to meet (y/n)’s hips, they heard someone clear their throat. Both of them turned their heads quickly to see it was Sasuke holding a cup of water, leaning against the entranceway, his eyes giving nothing away. “Oh no, don’t stop, keep going,” he told them, moving away from the walkway to sit against the wall, directly in front of (y/n) and Itachi.

(y/n) was flabbergasted, her arousal instantly deflating. She attempted to get off of Itachi and die in a hole, but he caught her hand, tugging her back onto his lap and putting her palm against his hard-on. “Look, Sasuke is already hard too. He wants to watch, don’t you, Sasuke?” Itachi asked little brother, already knowing what the answer will be. (y/n) peered over to Sasuke, seeing the bulge in between his legs, and the heat between her own was back in full throttle. She slumped into Itachi’s chest and whimpered.

Imagining herself being toyed with Itachi as Sasuke watches was not something she thought she would so much want. But her body and mind were telling that it would be the most exhilarating experience; she just had to give in. (y/n) felt Itachi take her by the waist, putting her head on his shoulder, and resumed his heavy petting. She wrapped her legs around his torso as he unbuttoned her pants and putting his hand into her panties, feeling how turned on she was, so wet and ready for him.

As Itachi fingered her gently, two digits inside her and his mouth incessantly sucking on her neck, she turned her gaze to Sasuke, who was staring at them intently. He had his hand palming his cock, the heat in his eyes making (y/n) quiver in delight. And as Itachi pleasured her, she never once broke eye contact with Sasuke. Each moan, each gasp, each jolt of ecstasy, she kept staring at him.

Sasuke could feel himself almost about to cum, with the way her face looked. Red, mouth open, her eyes twinkling with arousal, the way she was practically humping Itachi’s hand--fuck, it was too much. He stopped rubbing himself against his pants, and crawled around to Itachi’s back, then took (y/n) by the chin so she would face him. “Sasu--” he cut her off with a deep kiss to her lips, hungry, wanting.

He dove in with vigor, his tongue tracing hers, tasting every inch of her mouth with his taste buds. She felt magnificent to him, drool dribbling down both of their chins. He ate every single whimpered moan that came out of her mouth. “Ah! Sasuke--I--I’m going to--” she could barely make out a sentence, the feel of Itachi’s fingers inside of her too much.

“Itachi. Put her down on the floor.” he requested. Itachi did as he was told and took his fingers out of (y/n), gently putting her down onto the floor, her legs over his thighs, not wanting to unwrap themselves off of him.

“What are you going to do?” (y/n) muttered out, her chest heaving as she watched Sasuke crawl over to her, putting his hand around her neck. He didn’t answer her, just stroked down to her neck, to her collarbone and shirt, unbuttoning it. He moved the article of clothing and exposed (y/n)’s breasts for him and Itachi to see.

“You’re so beautiful.” Sasuke complimented, and Itachi nodded in agreement, grabbing her by her hips and pulled her until his crotch was touching (y/n)’s.

“He’s right; you are one of the most beautiful women I have ever laid my eyes upon.” Itachi concurred, grinding his erect dick into her, causing her to groan and arch her back in pleasure, her eyes rolling in the back of her head. “Look at her, Sasuke, she’s ready for us,” Itachi told his younger brother before moving (y/n)’s pants down and taking panties away, pulling his pants down all the while. Sasuke watched as his brother aligned his cock to her entrance, rubbing it along her soaked slit.

“Do you want him inside of you, (y/n)?” Sasuke asked, nosing her neck down to her mounds, pressing his lips to pert nipple. He felt her shiver under his touch, his boner responding. God, he wanted her to suck him so bad now.

“Y-yes! Itachi, please please, fill me up! Deep inside fill me--” she choked on air as Itachi plunged into her, hissing at the feel of her hot, tight walls surrounding him. “God, fuck, you fill me up so good, so fucking good!” (y/n) yelped, her body convulsing in the best of ways with each shallow thrust Itachi made.

Sasuke gulped down, his heart hammering in his chest as he watched his brother pound into (y/n) as if his life depended on it. Fuck, he needed to do something to, or he was going to combust. Moving away from her drool covered mounds, Sasuke crouched over (y/n)’s head. Taking his hard cock out and smacking her cheek with it. “Suck it (y/n), and suck it hard,” Sasuke commanded, to which (y/n) licked the tip of Sasuke’s cock, tasting the saltiness of his precum before taking him fully inside her mouth. And with a low growl, the younger Uchiha took hold of her throat, starting to push in, then out.

It was so hot in her mouth, so fucking fantastic to him. The way the vibrations from her moaning sent electricity up his spine to his brain, mindnumbing. He wanted to fuck her throat harder but knew she needed to breathe, so he held back. But with great restraint.

Itachi, on the other end of her body, was continuously thrusting into her hole, his thumb rubbing against her clit. He gazed with bated breath as her body took him in with ease, the slick heat of her pussy making his mind go foggy, alongside Sasuke’s own. He couldn’t last for much longer with what it is now, and if he were to be completely honest, Itachi was okay with that. “(y/n). I’m going to cum. Let me cum inside you, please--” he wasn’t one for begging, but he needed this release, and he wanted to do inside of her, nowhere else.

It seemed like she was shouting around Sasuke’s dick, and trying to nod her head, pushing her hips onto Itachi’s cock. With that as approval, Itachi took hold of her waist and leaned over her body, his face falling onto (y/n)’s chest and hastened his pace until finally, he became undone inside of her. Itachi was silent save for a quiet gasp as his cum spurted into her, his movements slowing down.

Once down from his high, Itachi slowly unsheathed himself from her heat and landed on his hands, panting, sweat on his brow. At the same time, Sasuke took his cock out of (y/n)’s mouth, her coughing, trying to catch her breath. “Holy shit--I can’t feel my body--” said (y/n) a smile falling onto her lips, her body red and hot, Itachi’s cum dribbling out of her used hole.

“We’re not done yet. I’ve yet to cum, (y/n).” Sasuke said to her, moving to her pussy, opening her legs wider so he could see the damage his brother had done. “This is less than ideal, but whatever,” he commented before sinking inside (y/n)’s soaked walls.

“Auh--Oh, Sasuke, you think you can do better than your big brother?” she taunted, her smile turning into a teasing smirk, her eyes half-lidded and clouded with want. “Show me you want you got,” she whispered to him, one hand on her clit and the other on her breast, showing Sasuke just how turned on she still was.

Sasuke gritted his teeth and growled, starting a fast and steady rhythm, in and out of her. As he did so, rocking his hips into her, he leaned over and took her face into his hand, holding it tightly. “I’m going to fuck you up, you hear me?” he said with a sneer, his eyes hungry.

“Do your worst, Uchiha,” she muttered back, the smile still etched onto her face. It made Sasuke inexplicably angry and so very turned on, and to stop her from smiling like that, he kissed her hot and heavy as he thrust harshly into (y/n).

Itachi watched as his little brother treated her like a sex doll, watched as she loved every second of it, soaking all the attention that both of the brothers had and is giving her. He had never seen Sasuke take much interest in anyone, but now. Now he looks like an animal eating up his most delectable meal. He wasn’t one for watching though, so he got up, walking to the other to give them some privacy. He only hoped Sasuke would go easy on her.

“Sasuke--fuck--I can’t breathe! It feels so fucking good!” (y/n) yelled out as Sasuke held her body close to his. He was going too fast, too hard, too hard, too hard. She choked and yowled as he gripped her hips to get more purchase. “Sasuke, fuck, choke me!” she exclaimed. The Uchiha blinked, almost stopping his ministrations.

“What?!”

“I said, choke me! Do it!” she exclaimed again, taking his hands from her hips and putting them around her neck. She made him press into her jugular, but not too hard to where she would suffocate. (y/n) heard Sasuke groan in her ear, making her heart soar like a rocket. She wanted to laugh, wanted to show him how happy she was, how her tightening walls made him lose his rhythm. He was close now, she could tell from the expression on his face; his eyebrows knit together, and his mouth opened in a silent moan.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck-” Sasuke held eye contact as he choked her, pounded her into the ground, felt her skin against his until finally, he was close to cumming.

With one final thrust and, he took his hands away and kissed her gently, spurting his seed into her, just like Itachi did. He slowed his movements as he came into her pussy. For a silent moment, all they did was hold each other, panting out their exhaustion.

Light footsteps were present, entering the room, and Sasuke turned his head to see Itachi with some towels. “We should clean her up,” he suggested, throwing them to his younger brother. Nodding, afraid what his voice might sound like, he pulled himself up from (y/n)’s chest, pulling out of her with a small gasp. She was sweaty all over, her face covered in saliva, and her legs were shaking minutely. They did a number on her.

He wiped her with the towel, (y/n) watching as he did so. “Itachi,” she called out, her voice raspy and rough, “can you help me up, please.” Itachi crouched down and took her by the shoulders, and laid her down on his lap, as Sasuke continued to clean her up.

“Is that better?” Itachi asked gently, tucking her hair behind her ear, kissing her cheek. She giggled, her eyes heavy, barely able to keep them open, but nodded nonetheless.

“Thank you, Itachi.” she murmured, her breath slowing down until she was fully asleep. Sasuke sighed, done wiping her body down, then kissed her on the lips slightly, softly.

“I didn’t think she would like it that much,” Sasuke said. Itachi shook his head in agreement.

“This was your idea, you know.”

“But you went along with it.”

“Only out of curiosity.” Itachi defended, holding (y/n) more tightly to his body, almost laughing at the apparent twitch of jealousy on Sasuke’s lips, his glare heavy. “Maybe I’ll do it again.”

Sasuke huffed, buttoning (y/n)’s shirt, covering her chest once again. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to do that again. I’m quite possessive.” Sasuke told his older brother, the glint in his eyes seeming like daggers. Itachi knew when to quit while he was ahead and gave (y/n) to Sasuke, getting up and stretching.

“That’s fine, with me. But, if she wants to do it again, you know where to find me.” Itachi proclaimed, with a ghost of a smile on his lips before exiting the room. Sasuke watched as he left until he couldn’t see him any longer, then looked down to (y/n)’s sleeping face. He pushed her hair off her forehead and kissed it, the feel of her warmth upon his lips calming him. She looked so peaceful, as compared to before. It surprised him that she took to his extreme scheme so well. And since she had so much fun with it, maybe--

He might just do it again.

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behindheremeraldeyes · 3 years

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title: the next step is love

summary: Modern AU - It’s Sakura’s birthday, and after the party, she’s left to take care of the mess of dirty plates and glasses. Luckily, she’s not alone, but he can’t really stay forever, right?

a/n: Okay, this story was supposed to have come out way earlier, but I changed the plot so many times that I just couldn’t finish it for her birthday... The original idea was so different, and perhaps, I end up writing it another time when the inspiration strikes again (seriously, it was a nice one). Anyway, I hope you can still enjoy this one! As always, my fluff side took over me and I just had to make something simple and domestic for the Queen’s bday! Hope you enjoy it, and please, let me know what you think! (also, this is un-betta’d. I wanted to post this asap because I’m working on a different project, so... bear with me)

“Thank you for coming! ‘Careful on your way home!”

The sound of the door clicking shut reverberates across her entire apartment, and it only takes one second for that smiley expression to fade from her face. Her right hand is still placed over the door-knob, and for a brief moment, she closes her eyes, letting out a deep sigh in pure contentment. The last guests are finally on their merry way home now, and at last, she can stop worrying about things such as making sure no one’s feeling left out or re-filling toilet paper. Even if they’re all good friends, her perfectionist mind can’t simply allow her to enjoy the night without worrying about those details.

After turning the key, her hand moves to massage the back of her neck, and finally, she sets her toes free from her black heels. A mix of relief and calmness spreads all over her body, as a soft smile takes over her cherry-colored lips. This, perhaps, might be her favorite part of her birthday parties— or any party, for the matter— because, right now, she can finally savor all the things she's prepared for the night. The food, the decoration, the soothing music...

Oh, what a dream, she thinks, at first, before looking around with her lazy eyes and frowning at the scene. If only all of that mess could magically disappear by the time she wakes up tomorrow morning.

A sigh escapes her lungs as she makes her way back to the center of the hurricane that is her living room. Just like last year, she starts wondering why on earth she let Ino convince her to host her own birthday party instead of going out for a couple of drinks like most people do. Though the pinkette really enjoys having her friends over for a couple of hours, she can’t deny that the day after March 28th is probably the most tiring of the year. Sakura knows she's barely gonna get any sleep tonight, and by the time her alarm goes off around 5:30, she will certainly need at least 1 liter of coffee in order to go through her shift without falling asleep.

In theory, she could leave all that mess for tomorrow, sure, but thanks to her cleaning compulsion, that’s not really an option for her.

If only she could be a little more like Naruto...

Still, as she shakes her pink head, Sakura decides there’s no use in thinking about it tonight. That’s a problem for her future-self, and even if she’s probably going to regret that decision in the morning, right now, this is her moment. She can drink a full glass of champagne while eating another piece of her strawberry cake, and the best part is that she can do it all while enjoying the company of the only one whose presence will never be a bother to her.

Once she finally reaches her kitchen, the pinkette is fast to register the dirty dishes laying around the counter. There are way more glasses than the number of people she invited for the party, but for a brief moment, she forgets that she’s the owner of that mess. Her emerald eyes automatically drift towards the sink, and her heart skips a beat at the scene playing in front of her.

Not even in her wildest, teenage-ish dreams would she have ever pictured Uchiha Sasuke doing her dishes after her birthday party. Though she knows she’s the one who’s technically responsible for all of that, it’s inevitable for her to be entertained by how focused he seems to be while attempting to remove that lipstick stain from the cup.

How lovely, she ponders, bitting her lower lip in order to suppress a chuckle.

Too bad she can’t just keep watching him for the rest of the night.

“You know, even if I appreciate both your help and the view, you don’t have to do this, Sasuke-kun.” Sakura says, picking up some of the plates laying around and walking towards the sink. She’s standing by his side now, his tall body towering over hers, almost a head taller. The expression decorating his features remains unaltered, and she notices how he slowly moves to give her some space next to him. “You can go rest, if you want.”

“Do you want me to go leave?” He asks, unaltered, while scrubbing another knife.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.” She answers, grabbing a piece of cloth to dry the cutlery he has already washed. “I just don’t want you to do something you don’t want just because it’s my birthday or anything like that. It’s fine, really. I can do it alone.”

“Hn, It’s faster if we do it together.” He stops, a sly smirk taking over the corner of his lips as he closes the tap. His eyes are on hers, now, and she can feel her chest warming up in response. “Unless you wanna do it all by yourself.”

“Nope.” She says, promptly, handing him another dirty spoon and he’s quick to resume what he was doing. Her eyes watch the way the water runs through his fingers, and oddly, she can’t help but find that amusing. “If you’re willing to help, who am I to say no, right?”

A giggle escapes her lips when she hears the ‘tch’ that escaped from his lips, and eventually, they fall in a comfortable silence that is only disturbed by the clanking of the dishes touching each other. Every now and then, their fingers brush when he hands her the plates, and though she can still feel the sparks, those simple touches are no longer enough to make her blush in embarrassment as they used to.

His touch is no longer a stranger to her skin. His presence and his warmth have long been registered by her subconscious, marking every cell of her body with his constant presence. It’s been over 5 springs since their childish love finally bloomed into a serious relationship, and by now, both Sasuke and Sakura have grown used to one another. It goes beyond carnal desires or any poor excuse for a casual company, for their hearts share a connection deeper than words could ever describe.

Blame it on the fact that they used to be good friends before or even fate itself, but it’s impossible to deny the fact that they’ve reached the apex of their young love-life, to the point where doing the dishes together feels wholesome in ways neither of them can explain. There’s a sense of domesticity and mutual understanding shared in between unspoken words, and perhaps, that’s why it works so well for them as a couple. Even if they’re very different people, with different routines and personalities, they make it work.

They have enough trust, love and companionship to last for a life-time.

And though that should be enough—hell, that should be more than enough— Sakura can’t help but feel that there’s still something missing.

Something she can’t quite pin-point, but something that makes perfect moments lose their magic, for she knows they just won’t last. Even now, as they’re doing the dishes and making small conversation about how the party went, deep inside, her heart is heavy because she knows that once those dishes are clean, it will all be over and she will be left alone in her apartment before midnight strikes.

No matter how hard she tries, their moments together have their life-spawn shortened by the common laws of the universe, for every time there’s that stupid parting moment in which they both have to go separate ways. It’s painful for her to watch him disappear in the distance, and even if he doesn’t really express it with words, she can see the light in his eyes fading whenever they have to say goodbye. It’s always a new ‘good night’ and never a constant ‘good morning’ for them, and after so long, she’s sick and tired of this.

Perhaps, it’s just her tired-self speaking too loud in her head or even the few drinks she had during the party, but tonight, she doesn’t want the world to stand between them. Tonight, Sakura will break the natural laws, not caring about the consequences of finally taking the next step.

It’s still her birthday, after all. That has to count for something.

Her heart is beating faster now that she has made up her mind, and she realizes that she’s shaking when she picks another fork from his hands. She’s swallowing dry, and if not for the make up in her face, she knows he would be able to see a crimson blush decorating her cheeks. It’s now or never, she thinks. And before she has the chance to talk herself out of it, Haruno Sakura decides to act.

“Uhm... Sasuke-kun.” She starts, her voice shaky as his name slips from her tongue. Clearly, she forgot to think about the proper way of actually saying what she wanted, choosing instead to improvise— something she’s never really been good at. “I was thinking... Why don’t you spend the night here? You don’t have to go home after this.”

“Don’t even think about going to sleep, Sakura. You’re not leaving all of this mess to me.”

“Oi, that’s not what I meant!” She scolded him, a pout taking over her expression. “Shannarou, I just don’t want you to go home all alone at such late hours. Besides, is it wrong for a girl to want to stay with her boyfriend for the night?”

“You pervert.” He smirks, earning an elbow to his ribs in response. For someone so small, it’s undeniable that his girlfriend has some sort of abnormal strength people like her shouldn’t possess.

“Shut up. That’s not what I meant either! I just... I just don’t want you to leave, that’s all.”

Her words come out a little too low, but high enough so that he can hear them. Her voice sounded an octave too-melancholic, and perhaps, that was what made him actually take her offer seriously. “Hn, I guess I could. I don’t have to work tomorrow, so I can go home once when you leave for the hospital.”

“Really?” Sakura starts, a smile now threatening to take over her features. Though she still had to convey her real plan, that was already a win. A small one, but a win, nonetheless. “Well, you don’t have to leave that early if you don’t want to. You can just...stay. Maybe even wait for me to get home from the hospital and then we could eat dinner together.”

“What?” His eyes widen at her idea, and right now, she can’t really tell if his surprised expression is good or bad. “Aren’t you going to stay there until late tomorrow?”

“Well, probably, but you can stay here... is that a problem?”

”It’s not really a problem, but... I just don’t want to abuse your hospitality. It’s still your apartment, Sakura.” He scratches the back of his neck, and she could see that he was truly concerned about his manners. His mother has taught him how to be a gentleman, and even if she loves that about him, right now, she wishes he could let loose and just take her offer.

She bites her lower lip at his words, a puff of annoyance inflating her cheeks at his answer. Her boyfriend’s has never been good at reading her signs, and now, when not even she’s understanding them, the pinkette is starting to freak out.

Things are not going as planned— not that she actually planned anything to begin with. Her head is spiraling as she watches the snow-ball being created by her messy words, and slowly, she can feel her chance slipping through her fingers. If she doesn’t say it now, Sakura’s going to miss her opportunity, and who knows what’s going to happen to them. Will they break up? Will he think she’s not interested in a long-term commitment? Will they never do the dishes again?

No, she’s overthinking again. They have a solid relationship that has been built over the years and she’s not going to ruin it all in one night because she’s acting like a coward. She’s a modern, independent woman. A doctor, damn it. She has done a lot of things that were harder than asking her boyfriend to move in with her.

She can do it. She will do it.

“Sasuke-kun!” Her voice is determined now, her eyes filled with a different fire in them. This is it. No backing out now. “I need to ask you something important. It’s about our future together.”

“Okay... I’m listening.” He states, a little taken aback by her sudden burst. He stops what he’s doing, his dark irises now looking into her emerald ones. They’re holding a certain hope in them, and if anything, she was not expecting him to be paying that much attention to her. She’s feeling pressured by them, intimidated even. Her knees are shaking, her lips are trembling and her mind is suddenly blank.

She can’t do it. Nope. Not with those eyes staring into her soul.

“I-I... I...” Her heart is beating faster, and she feels like it will burst out of her chest any minute now. She’s going to faint, she can tell it.

“What is it, Sakura?”

“I-I...” She swallows, then, sighing as courage escapes her body. The pinkette has chickened out, finally opting for her ever-reliable plan B. “Naruto is an idiot, right?”

“... Yes.” He starts, his brows furrowing in confusion. “But what does that have to do with our future?”

“E-Everything! I mean, did you see how drunk he was tonight? Thank god Sai offered himself to take him home tonight, but we can rely on that forever. As his best friends, we have to do something about it. He lives far from both of us and we need a plan whenever we have a drinking night together.”

A moment of palpable tension grows between them, and right now, she’s sure he can hear her heart beating like crazy inside her chest. I’m an idiot, she thinks, holding back the urge to lower her head and cry. Sakura has just ruined everything, and right now, she’s going to have to pretend to actually care about where Naruto crashes when he’s drunk just so her boyfriend doesn’t think she’s completely crazy.

Ugh, those damn eyes of his. Why do they have to be so *freaking beautiful?

Thankfully, they can also read her like an open book.

“Hn, you’re right.” He says, finally breaking the silence that surrounded them. His voice is calm and understanding, as always, and she can feel her heart settling down at that. If anything, at least, his reaction isn’t bad or anything. “I guess we will have to have a spare room for him when we move in together.”

“Yeah, sure. A spare room when we—“ Her mind stops. Her hands freeze while holding the cloth and her green eyes widen. Her lips part slightly, but no word dares coming out of them.

Did he... Did he just say what she thinks he said?

She doesn’t know what kind of face she’s making right now, but if anything, she’s completely dumbfounded by his words. Sure, it’s not like he’s making a move tonight or anything, but he did say the words, right? Move in together. The three words she was trying so hard to get out of her chest, simply rolled out of his tongue as if it is the most logical thing in the world— and perhaps, it is. He says them in a way as if that decision won’t change their lives forever. As if it won’t affect their routine and the amount of food they have to buy at the grocery store.

It’s a decision that goes beyond a drawer filled with socks or an extra tooth-brush. And even if he sounds as calm as ever, she knows he’s aware of all that, because, if anything, Uchiha Sasuke doesn’t do anything based on impulse. He’s the kind of man who thinks things through and studies every possibility before making a decision.

So that means...

“Sasuke-kun... Are you suggesting that we move in together?”

“Aa.” He nods, no hesitation in his voice. “Weren’t you trying to say the same?”

“I-I... I was?” She says, sounding more like a question, to which he simply quirks an eyebrow in inquiry. If anything, that was not the moment for doubts anymore. “I mean, yes! That was exactly what I was trying to say.”

“Good. Then it’s settled.”

“Is it? Really?” She asks, hope now running through her veins and lighting up her entire system.

“Yes. It’s only natural for people like us, right?”

“Yeah...” He cheeks grow warmer, and her chest suddenly feels lighter. At last, he took the words out of her. “It’s settled, then.”

At last, their days of saying goodbye are counted and now they can enjoy each other from dawn to dusk.

A smile slowly makes its way to her eyes, and she can’t help but switch her attention to him. Sasuke is now looking at her, a soft expression taking over his face. She’s bewildered right now as she looks at the man who will be living with her. Totally and completely marveled, and more in love with him than she has ever been before in her life.

He understands her unsaid words and they share similar ideas regarding their past, present and future.

They are in love, and now, they’re ready to share the same roof above their pretty, little heads.

“You’re still staying with me tonight, right?”

“Tch.You really are a pervert, Sakura.”

He splashes her face with some water from the sink and her giggles fill her kitchen with joy. They’re young and in love, and for now, that’s all they need to take the next step towards their future together.

the end

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KakaIru Maze 2021: Decoding Ancient Lost Languages

Fandom: Naruto

Rating: T

WC: ~4540

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Additional Tags: Mysterious Injuries, Old Gods, Sacrifice, Poisoning, Curses, Hospitalization, Hopeful Ending, Medical Inaccuracies, Medical Procedures, Hair Loss

A/N: *~*Throws Confetti*~* I. DON'T. KNOW. WHAT. I'M. DOING.

I did the barest amount of research for this fic. *~*More Confetti*~*

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Normally, Iruka would balk at the idea that he should be carried through the front gates after a mission, no matter how gruelling. He has an image to uphold, and what if one of his students were to see him broken and weak after one of his missions? He’d either never hear the end of their worry or, worse, lose their respect as a strong shinobi capable of teaching them.

So no, this situation is far from normal.

He holds on tight around Kotetsu’s shoulders and buries his face in his teammate’s hair. His back is on fire, carved wounds shifting and worsening with each step. Some kind of curse-seal, or a time-released jutsu; whatever happened, Izumo couldn’t use the mystical palm jutsu to heal it, not without causing further excruciating pain and making the wounds ooze and seem to cut themselves deeper into Iruka’s back.

They had cut their losses and abandoned the mission. Iruka’s fūinjutsu was vital to its success anyway, and he was—is—in constant agony.

Thankfully, they enter the village just after nightfall. Iruka can feel a bit relieved over that—most of his current students are home and inside at this time, so the chances of being seen by any of them are slim. He bites his lip to stifle a cry as Kotetsu pushes off a rooftop a bit harder than usual and it shifts him too much.

They’re halfway to the hospital when the ANBU team flank him and Kotetsu, escorting them the rest of the way. One of them, Cat, runs close enough to talk.

“Report.”

Iruka can’t. Kotetsu responds, “An injury that responds poorly to normal medical field ninjutsu.”

“Is he awake?”

Iruka nods, knowing Cat will see.

“Iruka-sensei, can you speak?”

He shakes his head.

Kotetsu says, “He’s been in too much pain to do much more than nod or shake his head.”

“Rokudaime-sama wants you and your other teammate to report directly to him once Iruka-sensei is admitted to the hospital.”

Kotetsu fumbles another step. Iruka grits his teeth and groans, holding back a scream. “Sorry, Ru,” he mumbles. To Cat he says, “Of course, ANBU-san. Izumo’s checking us in at the gate. I’ll collect him and report, once I drop Iruka off.”

Iruka doesn’t remember being admitted. He does remember Sakura’s startled cry as he’s placed face-down on a gurney and his wounds are finally able to be seen in harsh fluorescent lighting for the first time. Gods, he’s tired of being face-down in hospital beds.

Will something, anything, have the wherewithal to fucking strike him in the chest for once, please?

He passes out.

A hand is holding his own gently as he wakes, extremely disoriented and floaty on painkillers. He blinks his eyes open and turns his gaze to the man beside him. Iruka smiles faintly. “K’shi,” he slurs. Oh, they have him on the good drugs.

“You are never leaving the village again,” Kakashi whispers harshly. He bows his head and kisses Iruka’s hand in his own and continues, “Hokage’s orders.”

“I‘ll go rogue,” Iruka mutters, closing his eyes. “What’s in my IV?”

“From what Sakura tells me? Everything.”

“That explains.” Iruka stops, trying to think of the rest of his sentence, but a fresh flood of painkillers just flowed into his arm and he hums instead.

“I heard from Kotetsu and Izumo what happened,” Kakashi continues. “Are you able yet to talk about it as well?”

“Nope.” Iruka nuzzles into his pillow. He’s feeling really floaty and he’d like to go back to sleep.

Kakashi chuckles. Iruka receives a kiss to his hair and a tighter grip on his hand. “Sleep, then, my love. I’ll see if Sakura can get you on something less strong, enough that we can talk soon.”

“‘Kay. Love you.”

He falls back asleep.

When he wakes the second time, there’s a different kind of energy in the room—a different sort of love in the air, and Iruka knows it sounds crazy but he can just tell, even with his eyes still closed, when he’s around Kakashi or if he’s around Naruto.

Now, it’s Naruto.

Also, he can feel the carving in his back, so whatever they’d had him on before they’d lowered the dosage or put him on something else entirely.

“Hey, Naruto,” Iruka says, opening his eyes.

In the chair beside his head, the blond bundle sits, knee twitching. With his bandaged arm crossed over his other and his head bowed in thought, he almost looks like the adult he’s so close to being, instead of the teenager he still is. They argue good-naturedly about it all the time; Naruto insists that he’s an adult, but at eighteen, he’s still technically a teenager and Iruka reminds him of it as much as he can.

“Iru-nii! How are you feeling?”

“Like someone took a carving knife to my back,” Iruka scoffs. “Also, strangely drained.”

Naruto nods. “Sakura-chan said that the new pain medicine has the side-effect of making it feel like you’re chakra-exhausted. But,” he frowns, “she also said that the dose should be strong enough that you wouldn’t be in too much pain when you wake up.”

“It’s bearable, Naruto. You…” He sighs, “You didn’t see me when I came in, did you?”

He shakes his head. “I was out with Kiba and Shikamaru. Kakashi-sensei told me about you this morning, when we got back. You’ve been drifting in and out for, like, three days!”

Iruka buries his face in his pillow and groans. There goes his hope that the carvings won’t scar.

“He says he’ll be by later,” Naruto adds. He shivers comically. “I still don’t see why you’d pick him of all people, Iru-nii.”

Iruka smiles. “You have a different experience with him as his student.” The smile fades and he asks, “Has there been any progress made on fixing my back?”

Naruto sobers. “See, that’s the thing. Every time Sakura tries to get close with some kind of medical ninjutsu—or even with normal healing balms and stitches—the cuts react violently. Like there’s some bad chakra embedded inside them.”

“Has anyone had a Hyūga come and look at it?” Iruka muses. “If there’s chakra in the cuts, then a Hyūga would see it with the Byakugan.”

Naruto jumps up. “You’re a genius! I’ll go and check with Sakura-chan!”

Iruka watches him leave and sighs fondly. Kakashi did well with him, he thinks, and then closes his eyes and drifts.

At least he’s able to move around on his own now. Iruka washes his hands in the bathroom and then braces his palms on the sink. It’s been almost a week, and no one is any closer to figuring out how to fix his back.

Having a Hyūga look at the wounds didn’t help. It nearly blinded Hinata. Iruka still feels horribly guilty about it, but she can still see and activate her Byakugan, so he’s been told multiple times to let it go.

What she had seen made everyone uneasy though. A slimy discharge of chakra oozing from the wounds, bright and powerful enough that Hinata had to close her eyes against it.

Sakura has a small team of medi-nins on his case, researching at all hours. Two days, and they still haven’t found anything.

Iruka’s frustrated.

Kakashi visits every night and Naruto most mornings. It’s nice, but he’d rather be back in class with his kids.

He had to get a blood transfusion last night. His back hasn’t stopped bleeding, and the blood loss finally caught up to him.

Iruka turns his back to the mirror, takes off his shirt gingerly, and looks over his shoulder at the carvings. He frowns—it looks odd. This is the first time he’s gotten to see the wounds, and he can’t imagine no one's noticed…

He leaves the bathroom and hunts around in the stack of drawers by his bed. “Ha!” He finds a pad of paper and a pencil, and heads back into the bathroom.

It’s difficult, transcribing the still bleeding wounds onto paper through a mirror while looking over his shoulder. It’s even harder once the dose of painkillers he’s on fully metabolizes and he’s not yet done. Twisting his upper back, stretching and sitting on the edge of the sink so he can see his lower back—it aches.

A voice comes from the other side of the door, along with a soft knock. “Iruka-sensei? Is everything alright?”

Sakura.

He places the pad and pencil on the counter and slides the door open. “Sakura, has no one realized that the wounds are words?” he asks.

She looks startled. “Huh?”

“Could you please clean them for me again, and check that I’ve transcribed it correctly?” Iruka reaches back inside the bathroom and gives the pad of paper to Sakura. “I’m sure Rokudaime-sama will be interested in this.”

Sakura finally catches up. “Yes! Um, let me get you another dose of painkillers, and a flush kit. If you could sit back down, Sensei? I’ll be right back!”

Iruka just about collapses onto the mattress, leaning his elbows on his knees. Finally, some answers are on the horizon.

“It’s no language the cipher corps recognize, nor is it a code in our archives.” Kakashi has his arms crossed and a shoulder leaning against the window. “But they do agree with your assessment—it’s definitely a message of some kind.”

Iruka sighs, picking at the hospital food. “Validation is nice, but I was hoping for an end to this pain.”

“I know, love. Me too.”

“When can we expect word back from Sasuke?”

“If it is Otsutsuki, Sasuke should arrive as soon as possible, per my order. If not, he likely will only return a messenger hawk with the information.” Kakashi leaves the window and comes to sit on the mattress beside Iruka. “We’re going to figure this out.”

Iruka hums and leans against his partner, resting his head against Kakashi’s collarbone. It’s not comfortable, but it is comforting. “I miss sleeping with you,” he whispers.

Kakashi kisses the top of his head. “I miss you too, love. The house is too quiet without you.”

Iruka stares at the encoded characters transcribed from his back. He’s… discomfited. He’s been staring at the words for almost a half-hour, trying to make sense of it.

It doesn’t change.

Iruka knows this language.

Not… not well enough to read it outright, but enough that with the characters cleaned up and a fresh copy in his hands, one that was written down while the scribe (himself) wasn’t in immense pain, he recognizes it.

“Iru-nii!” Naruto steps in for his morning visit. “How’d you sleep?”

“As best as can be expected,” Iruka mutters. “Naruto, can you do me a favor?”

“Hmm? Sure!”

Thank the gods he still has his moments of dull-headedness. “In the office at home, I have a scroll with the Uzumaki clan seal on it. It’s the only one, middle shelf. I need you to get that scroll for me please.”

“Nii-chan, why do you have an Uzumaki scroll?”

Iruka sighs. “Go get the scroll, and I’ll explain when you get back, okay?”

Naruto leaves through the open window, his footing unsteady. But he leaves and that means that Iruka can breathe and take the time to think of a way to tell him, when he gets back, about how he found out that they are actually distantly related.

Actually, no—how is he supposed to—shit. Iruka drags a hand down his face.

Hey Naruto, oh this old scroll? Found it in the archives after Tsunade-sama left office! It was in a box marked with my parents’ names on it. Yeah, turns out that my father was a refugee from Uzushio, just like your mother! Oh, and funnily enough, Umino is also a branch family of the Uzumaki!

That’s… not going to go over well, is it.

Break a thing for fragments. Break the fragments for dust. Break the dust, and break what remains. Here is fire.

To forge a sword, to fight, to curse your enemies on the eve of battle. This is the story of blood and its exits.

A word that sanctifies the change that comes when the seared skin peels. Words spoken in ritual to inspire an unmerciful Change. To speak them aloud is to hear the sword hiss.

All these things share certain patterns.

“Mercy,” saith the Altar, “is found only in shadow.”

…

Iruka wakes gasping, not realizing that he’d fallen asleep. He pats his lap for the scroll Naruto had brought him, and startles as he realizes that it’s not there. It—It had been there just, just a little while ago, hadn’t it???

“Mercy is found only in shadow,” he mutters to himself, looking around his room. “Mercy is found… There!” The scroll, the one with the Uzumaki clan seal, is rolled up and tucked neatly away on a table on the far end of the room. Iruka gathers his strength and swings his legs over the side of the bed.

He tries to stand.

And fails.

He catches himself on hands and knees, and then feels his elbows weaken and give way. His cheek hits the tile and he hisses. He tries to push up again, but can’t…

Can’t…

…

The Altar holds a spark.

Freol is the mouth, the door, the flame, the altar, and the reward.

Knife and sword shed blood for Freol; what is spilled is hers. Fires burn for Freol; what is consumed is hers.

“Iruka! Iruka, please, wake up!”

“The breath of Freol brings change and endings,” Iruka slurs, barely awake and compelled. He can’t stop, can’t stop, can’t speak anything other than this ancient language. “‘Mercy,’ saith the Altar, ‘is found only in shadow.’ Let those who gather near Freol be blessed and cursed. Mercy is found only in shadow. Mercy—”

“Naruto, tell me Sasuke has gotten back to us.”

“He hasn’t! And-and Kurama has no idea what Iru-nii’s saying, either!”

Kakashi shakes him, taps his cheek. “Iruka, come back, please.”

Iruka tries to say I’m sorry Kakashi but what passes his lips is a murmured, “‘Mercy,’ saith the Altar, ‘is found only in shadow.’”

Sakura stands in front of him solemnly. “We gave him a high enough dose of tranquilizer that he shouldn’t even dream, Kakashi-sensei. My team—”

Kakashi holds up a hand to stop her from speaking. He knows he doesn’t look good, knows he hasn’t been home in over forty-eight hours, but he can’t… he can’t stop. Iruka… “What about the scroll that was in his room?”

“Naruto said Iruka-sensei had him collect it from his home office,” Sakura says. “But no one can read it. We have been able to determine that it’s in the same language as the carvings he transcribed from his back, though.”

Kakashi looks up. “The cavern he and his team had been in—where were they?”

Sakura turns to the map hanging up in his office, and points, “East of here, near a village on the coast. Naruto mentioned—”

“The scroll is from Uzushio,” Kakashi muses, “and it has an Uzumaki clan seal on it. I’ll bet we’ll find more information about all this in the ruins of Uzushio.”

Sakura nods. “But Kakashi-sensei, you can’t—”

“I know.” He sighs. “Take Naruto and go. Find out what’s causing this. Find out how to fix it.”

She nods again and turns to leave.

“Sakura,” he calls out, softer. She stops, but doesn’t turn back to face him. That’s good; he might not be able to say this to her face. “This part comes not from your Hokage, but from me, personally. Please. He’s… Iruka’s everything. Please, find something.”

She gives him a thumbs-up over her shoulder, and says, “We won’t let you down, sensei.”

Kakashi watches from the windows as the nurses check Iruka’s vitals and change out his fluids. She bows to him when she’s done and then turns to leave; Kakashi holds up a palm and says, “Wait.”

“Hokage-sama?”

“How… How is he?”

She smiles softly, gently. “We’re taking good care of him, sir.”

“That’s all Sakura told you to tell me, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Hokage-sama.”

He sighs. “Thank you. Is there anything I can do to help?”

Her smile turns just the tiniest bit mischievous. “A higher budget for the hospital in the next fiscal quarter wouldn’t be remiss, Hokage-sama.”

He waves her away, “I’ll see what I can do,” he says with as much humor as he can muster. She leaves, and he goes to sit in his chair by Iruka’s side.

They had to intubate him today. Kakashi couldn’t get away from the desk long enough to be here for him; not that it mattered, because they were keeping him sedated even before shoving a tube down his throat. But it matters to Kakashi because he can’t…

He can’t do anything.

He’s stuck here, managing the village, while his students are out looking for answers to whatever mysterious illness his partner has fallen to. And all he’s good for is holding Iruka’s hand, and maybe going and lobbying for an increase in the hospital budget.

His hair is limp and matted from long weeks in the hospital. Kakashi runs his fingers through the ends of brunet strands and hopes that, when Iruka wakes up, he’ll let Kakashi wash his hair.

“Please get better,” Kakashi murmurs into the clasp of their hands. “I need you. Please.”

“Sakura-chan.”

“Yeah?”

“I’m getting real sick of goddesses thinking they can ruin everything, y’know?”

“Yeah.”

Mercy is found only in shadow.

“He needs another blood transfusion.”

“Take mine,” Kakashi offers. “We have the same blood type.”

“Hokage-sama—”

“Just take the damn blood,” Kakashi snaps. “Whatever he needs, please, just. Just do it. Take it.”

The nurses bow. “Yes, sir.”

Footsteps in the hall, rapidly approaching, signal Kakashi to a messenger. He stands up and crosses to the door just as Shikamaru slides it open, panting from his run.

Shikamaru turns to the nurses and says, “He needs a bone marrow transplant.”

The nurse looks at him, startled, and says, “Whyever for?”

“Naruto sent ahead a messenger.” Shikamaru glances at Kakashi and finally catches his breath. “The one word Iruka-sensei had said, Freol? It’s the name of an ancient deity of the Land of Whirlpools, one whose purview is to change its followers. One of the ways it does this, as Sakura describes it, is through a kind of radiation poisoning.”

“But that doesn’t explain the,” Kakashi gestures vaguely, and then ends helplessly, “speaking in tongues.”

“The message said they’ll explain that part when they get home,” Shikamaru says. “Naruto and Sakura are on their way back, arrival is estimated at thirty-one hours.” He turns to the nurse. “Can we perform a transplant?”

She hums thoughtfully. “Normally, I’d say yes. But Iruka-sensei doesn’t have any close blood relatives, and if his own marrow is compromised as you say we can’t assume an autologous transplant will be effective.”

Kakashi’s heart stops. “But—”

“But,” the nurse continues, “we can start him on a treatment regimen which will increase his white blood cell count. We’ll start checking in with frequent blood tests. We can also start on a broad-spectrum heavy metals sequestration; we’ll cover Iodine, thallium, caesium, plutonium, and curium. They’re the most common.”

Kakashi motions to her, and says to Shikamaru, “She’s my favorite.”

“You shouldn’t have favorites, Kakashi-sama.”

He groans. The nurse smiles and says, “I’ll go order those tests and treatments,” and then ducks around Shikamaru and leaves.

Kakashi holds the scroll open on his desk, reading the translation Sakura and Naruto brought back. It’s a puzzle in its own right, but coupled with the Uzumaki scroll Iruka had kept in their office, Kakashi finds himself even more thoroughly confused.

“I understand how you came to the conclusion of radiation,” he says. “But I don’t understand how this is supposed to explain why Iruka began speaking the language. Because that is what happened, isn’t it?”

“That’s where a little bit of Iruka-sensei knowledge comes in handy,” Naruto says. He steps forward and points to a line near the bottom. “‘Many others can open the way. Few can place a seal where there was none before.’ And then I remembered this one, off-hand comment Iruka-sensei had made when we were kids. That the people from Uzushio were really good with fūinjutsu.”

“And that has to do with Iruka?”

“Kakashi-sensei,” Naruto groans, like he’s the genius and Kakashi is being deliberately stupid. “Umino is an Uzushio family! ‘Few can place a seal where there was none before’! I’ve seen him do that, just, poof, barrier seals.”

“Naruto, I know he’s from Uzushio. What does that have to do with his condition?”

“Freol,” Sakura says. “When he and the other chūnin got close to that cave. She recognized him as one of hers and marked him.”

“How can you be sure?”

“Because the same thing happened to Naruto when we got close.”

Kakashi stands up, vaults over the desk and puts his hands on Naruto’s shoulders. “You’re alright?”

“Kurama beat her up and kept me safe,” Naruto nodded. “But I could hear her. She said something like, ‘the flames will consume, or change, or seal at my whim.’ She was angry.”

Kakashi sighs and drops his hands. “And even Kurama doesn’t recognize this goddess?”

“Actually, once they came into contact, he did recognize her,” Naruto says. “Freol was a protector of the Land of Whirlpools, he says, a creator of soldiers superior to ninja.”

“Superior?”

Sakura interjects, motioning back to the scrolls on his desk. “Right here, see. ‘Hers is the flame which hides in the flesh and the soul and twists both into something new.’ But also, this line, ‘What is left behind is Changed, and may Change others in turn.’”

“Kurama was able to tell us about Uzushio as it once was, back in the warring states,” Naruto continues. “That there would be those who would willingly sacrifice themselves to Freol, for the chance to Change into something more. Something different.”

“A superior soldier,” Kakashi muses. “And this Change. This is what’s happening to Iruka.”

Both of them nodded. “That’s what we think.”

“How do we stop it?”

“That’s the thing,” Sakura’s face falls. “I don’t think there’s a way to stop the process once it starts. Freol marks those she wishes to undergo the Change, and then… Well, all of the writings we managed to find say that the sacrifices either come out stronger, or their families seal their bodies into stasis, or—”

She stops, choking on tears she fights back with every bit of training she’d gone through.

“Or they die,” Kakashi finishes in a soft, defeated voice.

All three of them stand silent in the office for a long time.

Kakashi finds himself sleeping in Iruka’s hospital room most nights. The treatment is hell on his partner’s body—the windows are covered with heavy curtains now, to keep out the sunlight which could very easily burn his skin on the medication; hair which was once limp and matted is now starting to fall out every time Kakashi pulls a brush through it; his lips are chapped and broken around the tube, his skin dry and thin everywhere else. The nurses had to change his IV from his arm to the back of his hand today, because the veins in his arm are becoming too thin to support the needle.

He’s dying.

Iruka’s dying, and all Kakashi can do is hold his hand and watch.

And, gods, the last thing they said to each other… Iruka was speaking a different language and Kakashi was begging him to wake up.

Will he really have to watch Iruka die, knowing that he’ll never get to hear I love you from those lips again?

Kakashi buries his face in his arms, carefully arranged over Iruka’s thigh. He used to have such thick, muscular thighs; it’s barely skin and bone now.

Alone, with only his dying partner to hear—or not—Kakashi lets himself cry.

“I’m going to try something.”

“Naruto, please—”

“No. Kakashi-sensei, Iru-nii is strong. And Freol won’t pursue him if he goes through the Change, right?”

“There’s no guarantee of that.”

“He’ll be stronger, just like the other sacrifices who survived. Kakashi-sensei, all Iru-nii needs to do is survive.”

“The Change—”

“We’ll deal with it when we’re on the other side of this!”

Naruto places his hands on Iruka, and the Nine-Tail’s Cloak bubbles up around him.

The monitors, registering Iruka’s nervous system, don’t react. He’s in no further pain.

Kakashi feels the tiniest bit lighter. “I hope this works, Naruto.”

“It was Kurama’s idea,” the teen grins. “He remembered that normal healing jutsu wasn’t working before; but he was able to beat back Freol himself when she came after me. So letting Iru-nii use Kurama’s chakra as a kind of life support—it should keep Freol from making this worse at least, right? While he gets better?”

It doesn’t make sense. It shouldn’t work.

But it does.

Almost a week later, the nurses are removing the tubes from his throat, and Kakashi is pacing the room waiting for the tranquilizers to wear off. Iruka should wake up any minute now. Naruto’s plan worked. Iruka made it through, and his most recent blood test showed no abnormalities due to radiation. They stopped the heavy metal sequestration yesterday, but the white blood cell proteins will continue for a few days still, to help prevent further infection.

They still don’t know what kind of change Iruka’s undergone. At least, other than the physical.

His hair is gone. Sakura has assured Kakashi that it will grow back. It’s so odd, though, seeing his partner without hair. They’ve put a cap on his head to keep him warm—his body temperature has been fluctuating oddly the last day and a half, and in particular today he’s running cold.

Also, his scent has changed. He hasn’t told anyone about it yet, but Iruka smells different. Less like old parchment and a swift river, and more like… like a waterfall and the deep, loamy scent of rich, black earth. It’s not a bad change. But it’s significant. He’s already taken an overnight to summon the pack and have his ninken memorize Iruka’s new scent, just in case it’s permanent.

“K’shi?”

He’s across the room in a flash, holding Iruka’s limp hand and holding back tears.

“I thought—”

“My K’shi,” Iruka slurs, turning his head to face him and closing his eyes, a soft smile on his lips.

The tears fall anyway. “I thought I was going to lose you.”

Iruka hums. “L’ve you.”

He’s still on a considerable amount of pain medication, Kakashi realizes. He laughs wetly, leans forward and kisses Iruka’s forehead. “I love you, too. Rest, dear.”

“M’kay.”

And just like that, he is breathing slow and steady, his eyes close gently, and he is sleeping peacefully for the first time in months. Kakashi falls back into his chair with a huff and tips his head to the ceiling, still holding Iruka’s hand, and also, finally, finding an easy sleep.

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Chapter 9 - Student Council President Sakura

SCPS AO3 | PREVIOUS CHAPTER

Sasuke wondered for the umpteenth time since three in the morning why he agreed to go with the baseball team for their summer camp and wondered more why the student council had to do its orientation and team building event at the same time. He supposed it was to cut down on expenses, but both trips could have gone on without his presence.

Well, it turned out his shoulders were needed as pseudo pillows for the sleepyheads duo. On one side, he can feel the wetness of Naruto’s drool dripping every minute onto his linen shirt, and on the other, Sakura’s vanilla shampoo was arresting his senses. Five hours after a rough roadtrip, the two awake beside a very grumpy Uchiha.

“I demand a barbecue treat from both of you,” he huffed as they disembarked in front of the groups’ joint headquarters.

His mood soured when Kakashi emerged from the next bus, serving as one of the stand-in guardians for the activities, followed by Hyuuga Hinata. She gave Sasuke a stern nod when their eyes met, and he briefly recounted their interaction while waiting for the rest of the participants.

“Good morning, Ms. Hyuuga,” Kakashi greeted. He waved for her to come closer, and he introduced her to the students. “If you’re not aware, the Sports Council has rolled out funding to under-resourced teams across the state to be particularly used for summer trainings. We’re lucky we’re one of those teams. Joining us as an observer is Mr. Hiashi’s daughter herself, Ms. Hinata, who also happens to study in the same district.”

She generously bowed to everyone with a tight-lipped smile. Later, she assumed a position beside Sasuke.

“If it makes you feel better, I did not orchestrate this,” Hinata said. “And if there’s anything you should now, both sides of that relationship have been hurt, with reasons far from what you’re thinking.” She stopped for a whole minute and breathed in, struggling to keep the tears at bay. “So please, leave me alone.”

Yeah, he was a bit of a jerk to her, Sasuke knew that. But he also knew that Hinata had already developed an affection for the blonde idiot, regardless of her denial. As much as he wouldn’t want to complicate things, he thought it best for now to allow the situation to play out. He had to remind himself that he wasn’t here to entangle himself in someone else’s business.

They settled in the mess hall cum dining area for a quick breakfast and breakdown of house rules. He still needed to get used to the fact that this was Sakura’s last time to be a head organizer for a school activity. She will pass on her reins to the incumbent secretary by the start of the next term. Both him and Naruto knew the extent of her sadness in letting this position go, and even more so the need to look out for her the instance she does her confession.

Yet she hasn’t. So they became unwilling witnesses to this awkward tiptoeing with awareness literally skewed to only one side of the party, and Kakashi showering in ignorance bliss.

They went about their room assignments, and Sasuke, with all his luck in the universe, was stuck with Kakashi and Naruto.

“I won’t ask if it’s possible to trade rooms, but would you care to explain why you don’t have a solo room of your own?” he annoyingly asked the silver-haired man who was nose deep at the moment in a coverless book.

“I’m your guardian, Uchiha,” Kakashi replied while yawning. “I’m gonna go sleep so why don’t you frolick in the ocean with your friends while it’s still your free time?”

Unwilling to spend his time with a man who annoyed him so much for no reason at all, Sasuke trudged off his designated room and followed the many footsteps on the sand. The untrimmed hedges eventually give way to the expanse of the gray ocean, its waves roaring from afar, building up like shifting towers, cresting, and breaking into foam by the time they reach the shore.

Naruto was already neck deep in the waters with the rest of his team, the new captain certainly setting a good camaraderie example. Sakura caught his entrance and waved him over despite the new council members intensely blushing at the sight of him.

“Sasuke!” He heard her call.

But every step he took on the soft sand was like a laboring walk on a cesspool of blood, his parents’ blood.

“The turtle is faster than you, you slowpoke!” Sakura continued her incessant teasing.

Trust me, I’m trying to get to you, he thought. Screams broke out just then.

And he felt like he was being whirled away into the barrel of his repressed memories. He started seeing everything in slow motion.

Naruto shouting cramp cramp cramp, an idiot move that got seawater into his nose, and ultimately made him lose his balance. Quick on her feet, Sakura swam into his vicinity with sure, measured strokes of an experienced swimmer. He heard her scream calm down you blonde idiot! and his teammates were able to usher him out of her hold and onto dry land.

But she didn’t manage to follow safely. She was swimming, but her direction kept on going farther away from the shore. She was caught in a riptide. The screams changed from Naruto’s name to her, the intensity and volume of voices getting stronger with every second.

“Sakura!”

“Miss Pres! Someone! Help!”

“Help please!”

Save her, a voice said in his head. “I can’t.”

Her pink hair looked like a blob riding untethered on the arms of the waves. Yet he was rooted to his spot, his memory spilling over like blank ink. Suddenly he can smell the gasoline in the air and the waves lose their sound, replaced by the gasps and shaky breaths of his parents, and the ticking time bomb of an explosion.

He started to hyperventilate as his sight closed in on him. “Sakura, I’m sorry.”

Fast and light footfalls passed by his side, breaking him out of his reverie, and Sasuke’s eyes opened to a coverless book on the sand, its pages fluttering in the wind.

A silver-haired man dove into the surface with no hesitation, briefly disappearing, and emerging again in a few seconds with an unconscious Sakura safe in his arms. Only then did Sasuke run in haste.

“Give us space!” Kakashi yelled with a sliver of anger and panic in his normally laidback voice.

Sasuke would have to content himself seeing the next events play out in between warm bodies, his heart drowning the waves when he realized she wasn’t breathing and Kakashi had to start chest compressions.

Seconds worth of chances and he stood there waiting again.

She still wasn’t responding.

“Come on, Sakura, breathe,” Kakashi pleaded through gritted teeth. When he counted down to thirty, he leaned down and gave her two rescue breaths.

Still no response.

“Dammit Sakura. Don’t die now.”

Another set of thirty compressions. By the fifteenth try, some council members have broken down and started crying.

“Fuck.” Kakashi did another pair of rescue breaths. Then she vomited water.

“Clear the way!”

A group of paramedics came thanks to Hinata’s calm thinking and took the disoriented pinkette from Kakashi’s hold. Sasuke’s eyes trailed after them, her long pink locks swaying in the wind, and landing on Hinata’s fixated gaze on him, like she knew something he didn’t. Or since then has denied.

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Sakura refused Kakashi’s instruction to go home. It was a close call, but she needed to see through a good transition in the student council, and a productive summer training camp for the baseball team.

“I’ll inform your parents then,” Kakashi said with a steely anger in his voice she was unfamiliar with. At whom it was directed she’ll never know.

“Ah, no need, I already called them,” she lied through gritted teeth. He responded with a brow raise but let it go for now.

“Get some rest, Ms. Pres.”

She did just that, holed up in a room for two days with minimal interaction save for her roommate Hinata who basically sidestepped around her in silence.

“How’s everyone?” Sakura asked her on the third day when she was about to scamper off to her observation duty.

“Your boys wanted to see you,” Hinata said. Sakura wondered if there was a tinge of jealousy in that but she saw the Hyuuga daughter as someone who already has all the good things in life. “But I refused entry since Naruto can be quite noisy and Sasuke is easily riled up nowadays.” Including sensitivity for others.

Hinata continued after giving her a plate of peaches and cranberry juice. “Your student council is still devastated, but they changed up their agenda to include a quick first aid training from a virtual trainer. Baseball team is doing quite well, far better than what I first expected….notwithstanding Haru’s absence.”

She noticed the visible change in Hinata’s expression after she uttered his name. “And how are you?”

The beautiful raven-haired looked at her with eyes brimming in tears. Poor girl never had someone to unload her broken heart to.

“I miss him Sakura.”

Sakura bites down on a slice of peach and taps her finger on one of Hinata’s clutched fist. “Do you still talk?”

Hinata shook her head, her fists clutching then unclasping each other in between pauses. “He was the one who ended the whole thing. Called me up for a date and we went to my favorite café, ordered me my favorite drink, and broke the news that he wanted to break up. He wasn’t angry when he said it, he was weary of everything, and I was hurt more by that fact. After I came home, I learned that he blocked me in all his social media accounts.” She took one slice of peach and stuffed it in her mouth, regardless of the tears that streaked her unmarred face. “I wanted to introduce him to Father, you know. Just until after I graduated so I could at least move away first. If he felt so suffocated by my family, how much more it was for me?”

Sakura puckered her lips with a tint of cranberry juice. “I think you’re both cowards.”

Hinata, who probably expected an empathetic response from Sakura, moved her hand away from Sakura and covered her mouth in surprise.

“It’s true,” the pinkette reasoned out. “Haru is a jerk for leaving all the work to you. He knows of your family so he should have stood up for you if he loved you. But you’re at fault too, Hina, because you know you could have introduced him earlier and faced your father’s wrath together. This gives me Romeo and Juliet vibes.”

“They both die in that story, Sakura.”

“Then West Side Story?” Sakura retrieved Hinata’s hand and put her hand over it. “I’m just saying I hope you find someone willing to take on that risk for you but also allowing you to have your agency to choose and act.”

Hinata doesn’t back away from Sakura’s touch. “You’ve always known what to say since we were in junior high.”

“Well of course! It’s because you and Haru are my friends!” She elbowed Hinata jokingly. “So Naruto?”

Blush bloomed on Hinata’s cheeks with a color far too intense to cover up. “Naruto? What about him?”

“It’s because of his strong people charm, isn’t it?” Sakura smiled, no longer looking at Hinata. “And if Haru had that personality, maybe it wouldn’t be difficult for your father to accept him.”

She was greeted with silence which told her that this was the truth, this was the reason why Hinata craved for his sunshine energy, and the reason why she had always wanted to orbit around him.

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Despite the life-threatening incident that marked the beginning of their excursion, the remaining days have fallen into some sort of normalcy and mundanity. Sasuke, more than he would like to admit, found himself spending more time with the mathematics teacher who was on his second coverless book.

“What’s your bet?” Kakashi asked out of the blue. Prior to this, they shared the silence punctuated with cicadas and the occasional crackling of wood in the campfire.

“Erotica,” Sasuke replied nonchalantly, seated across him on a foldable steel chair.

The teacher almost choked on his water. “What if I tell you it’s a classic lit?”

“A classic erotica literature,” Sasuke insisted. “Because if it is as safe as you said it, you’d leave the cover on because bookworms are snobbish like that.”

Kakashi chuckled. “What a brat. It’s a good thing I’m not a snitch for the school board.”

“You’re just implying they don’t pay you enough.”

“You’re really a brat.”

Again, the silence engulfed them, not much different from the night that lulled everyone to sleep. Sasuke kept his hands inside the pockets of his thin jacket, moving away from Kakashi to return to their room. He debated about this with himself for the last two days, wondering if it would be worth it. “You seem like a good guy despite your reading preferences.”

“Excuse me?” Kakashi’s voice was laced with offence.

“Thanks for saving Sakura.” He realized he was too young, too unreliable, like the kid he was once before. It was just he never grew up.

And the week was done, and time was in constant shift. The reshuffling in classes left him alone, but never that much, not when two extroverts came checking on him at every break. The spot behind the library was still their hidden spot, the dragonboat team was still their background music, and the countless scenes on the side of the lake were still their guilty pleasures of what-ifs.

Maybe every last year of every phase in life ended up going so fast. Like how the baseball team sped through the preliminaries to the nationals in one relentless drive. And yet again, he found himself going back to the same café with his favorite cashier who colored her hair pink.

“You like my new hair?” Sakura teased. “Okay hit me, I’m on a 15-minute break.”

“Stop eating my tomato basil salad first.” Sasuke flicked off her encroaching fingers on his bowl. “The team needs funds. In the board’s defense, they prepared for jersey uniforms, travel assistance, and board and lodging.”

“Up until the semis,” Sakura clarified.

“Unfortunately. What’s the council gonna do?”

“I’m not the president anymore, remember?”

Sasuke sipped his cold americano, looking pointedly at Sakura, who deflected his gaze. He tapped the surface of the table, knowing all too well that she will spill something any second now.

“The council is gonna do a fundraising event,” she finally relented.

“Please don’t tell me it’s another pass-the-hat.”

She shook her head, but if she was at all excited, she didn’t show it. “They’re gonna invite student musicians and do a showcase in the mall park.” She shrugged. “Not my idea and not my place to meddle.”

“You know it’ll be a failure, right?” Sasuke asked. “The crowd and the weekend traffic won’t be worth the effort.”

She sighed in agreement. “Well, Kakashi-sensei greenlighted it. They must have a trump card.”

Sasuke was right for the most part. No one paid them attention, not the crying kids, not the parents rushing for the flash market sales, not the aunties catching up with the newest town gossip. The music club was already halfway down to the set, and Sakura was keeping her head low and hidden in her beret in secondhand embarrassment.

“Please tell me it gets better,” Sasuke almost pleaded

She eyed him from head to toe with a smirk. “We could auction you if you want. Girlies at nine o’clock want your number.”

He rolled his onyx orbs but flushed at her insinuation that he was worth looking at today. It wasn’t his expertise to dress up nor did it come to him to actually buy new clothes in the last three years. He just put on an oversized graphic t-shirt over a pair of jeans and called it a day, and Sakura stood there beside him in her 90s fashion silk blouse tucked into black pants with a leather belt, very much unaware of how she stole attention.

“Let’s leave?” he suggested.

Sasuke lost sight of the crowd when she looped her arm in his as they walked away to the first notes of Flightless Bird, American Mouth. It was sudden, probably on impulse, and not much to Sakura’s thoughts, and maybe those were the reasons why he didn’t pull away from the electricity of her touch.

And maybe he should have walked quicker so she wouldn’t have looked back and seen Kakashi on the piano chair, stroking the keys like that of a lover, and his voice crooning everyone to join his atmosphere.

So while she stood there beside him, all dolled up and beautiful from head to toe, with her arm linked with his in the middle of a gathering crowd, she wasn’t entirely his, her heart not swaying in time with his pulse, but beating instead to the pluck of his chords.

Ah so I really was in love with her. A realization too late and another missed chance to offer her his saving grace.

Two songs later and a beaming Kakashi taking pictures with the audience, Sakura finally unlinked her arm from Sasuke’s, and they walked out of the mall under the threat of impending downpour. With hurried steps and foregone conversations, they managed to reach the shelter of a small shed along the bridge connecting the mall to the train station just before the rain ensued.

“Ah I forgot to bring an umbrella. Funny since it was scorching hot earlier.” She put out her fingers outside the cover of the shed, making contact with the drops. “Like it was sudden and inevitable.”

Sasuke kept mum about the umbrella inside his crossbody bag, wanting instead to drown in the rain with her.

“I wish it was that sudden and inevitable too – falling out of love,” she said as she took her wet hand inside for cover. “Because I’m running out of excuses to not fall further more.”

“You haven’t confessed yet,” Sasuke reminded her. “And we all know how that ends in this setup. You can never be together Sakura.”

“I know.” He heard her choke back a sob.

“I wish I could, Sasuke. But my eyes see him and then my mind plays back a dozen frames of him every second. I really wish I could do just that – fall out of love.”

She gave in to her emotions and cried with abandoned resentment and yet he saw her with rose tinted lenses – still beautiful in the woes of a first love heartbreak. His body started to move on its own, his arms hovering around her, an unspoken question of permission to touch her safe space, and she leaned into his embrace, an equally unspoken consent to envelop her in comfort.

They must have been lovers in the eyes of those under the passing umbrellas. His hug tightened at best, absorbing every convulsion in her small frame like it was his sole function.

“Would you like to use me, Sakura?” he whispered like a prayer he uttered under his breath for the rain to continue and give him a little more seconds, a bit more minutes, an illusion of stranded time with her in his arms.

Pools of emerald looked back at him stricken with fear. “It’s not fair. To you. To me.”

His ember irises held steady. “I don’t mind.”

“I do mind.” She cupped his face, soft yet calloused palms that tether him to this reality. “I do mind so I will not let my broken heart steal your chance at first love.”

But the rain has stopped as sudden as it started and she was out of his hold, running for her dear life out of the cover of the shed, through the bridge and into a train line he couldn’t follow.

But you’re my first love.

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eggtoasties · 3 years

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dazed bees to honey

Pairing: Shisui Uchiha / Sakura Haruno

Rating: T

Summary: He saw her throw a man into a table and now he's entranced.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29744067

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He’s off the mission roster for two weeks.

Tsunade said, “Consider it a vacation, Uchiha,” while massaging her nose bridge.

Apparently, one person shouldn’t voluntarily accept three back to back solo missions running from Earth, Lightning, then back to Earth country. She had mumbled something about “disrespect for authority,” “emotional constipation,” and “generations of inbreeding,” along with other things he couldn’t quite catch when he came back with his chakra dangerously low and slightly feverish. He ignored her death glares while she filled out his medical leave forms and flicked through his mission reports.

Despite what Tsunade thought about his work-life balance he saw it as a healthy exercise in assessing one’s physical and mental limitations…for science.

He shifted his weight side to side and assessed her. Her trademark pigtails draped over her shoulders and her green haori was draped on the back of her heavy office chair. She had one hand braced under her chin while she diligently signed documents and hummed at his mission details. He stared at a chip in the wooden floorboards beneath his feet and scrunched his nose at the state of his sandals.

“Y’know, Tsunade-sama, as the most prolific, intelligent, and innovative medical ninja in all the great nations,” he began, ignoring the way her pen cracked in her grip, “Shouldn’t you have a professional stake in knowing just how much one of your elite shinobi can handle?” He flashed her a crooked grin as her brow twitched.

Tsunade placed her pen down and sat back heavily into her chair, steepling her fingers to her forehead then looking into the rafters of her office. Undeterred, he continued.

“Surely as the Hokage—as my Hokage—as my favorite Hokage,” he blubbered on, gesturing with his hands, “Shouldn’t you be proud and relieved that I learned that one can actually survive on Lightning country’s bitter reed roots for like, a week straight?”

Barring of course, the violent color it turned his urine, the incredibly vivid dreams he had after about 3 days, and the subtle auditory hallucinations after 5 days, which he coincidentally forgot to tell his prolific, intelligent, and most favorite Hokage.

He dodged a paper weight that ripped him from his musings on the potential recreational uses of said plant root as she barked at him to go to the hospital.

The last place he wanted to go was the hospital.

He smiled at her, all dimples and pretty straight teeth. “Tsunade-sama, did I mention your beauty and graciousness?” putting heavy emphasis on ‘beauty.’ “I must’ve because a little birdie at the gates told me about a B ranked escort mission deep into Wind country next week that I would just love to—” he dodged a stapler aimed for his face.

“Get out of my office.”

“Hokage-sama—”

“Your initial priority was your mission in Earth,” she looked at him pointedly. “I gave the second one in Lightning because I figured that would give you enough time to soul search or find the missing braincells your ancestors must have scattered across the elemental Nations throughout the decades,” she waved her hands absentmindedly. “But I guess no luck there since you conned a chunin squad out of their reconnaissance mission in Earth.” He internally winced at the sharp tone of her voice.

He had happened to run across a very green looking chunin squad at the border of Fire country and told them that he was headed that way anyways and that they should head back to Konoha and request a more exciting mission. It didn’t take much persuading once they realized they were talking to shunshin no Shisui, and what idiots would openly defy a legendary shinobi?

“Shisui!” Tsunade hissed, “Are you even listening to me? Since you seemed so eager to take missions well beneath your skill level, I can arrange it so you’re on D levels for the next month—don’t give me that look, we’re in peace time—if I actually needed you, I would’ve sent you a summons but being your gracious Hokage,” she rolled her eyes, “I let you play precocious genin.” The contempt was dripping from her voice while he stared into her Byakugou seal.

“Listen,” she sighed, resting her arms on her desk, “Rest and don’t go overboard on training. I’d force you to stay overnight at the hospital just so you wouldn’t even think about expending chakra, but Sakura’s out on a mission,” that tidbit made his ears perk. “And I don’t get paid enough to drop kick you back into a hospital bed when you eventually sneak out—”

“—well then, I’ll get going, thank you Hokage-sama,” he said with a bow, shunshining away from her death glare.

Tsunade sighed, hands twitching to reach for one of the ceramic bottles hidden away in a drawer. Instead, she braced her hands on her desk and pushed, swiveling herself towards the large office windows. Staring at the Hokage monument, she allowed herself a wistful smile, remembering the warmth of young love in the pale sky and emerald trees.

Shisui stared at his ceiling after his check up at the hospital and flirting his way out of staying overnight on the account of his abs being very much intact despite poor nutrition—“Yes, could you please check them?” He grins at the memory of the flustered nurse, fondly thinking of the verbal lashing he’d get from Sakura if she caught wind.

She’d tell him that he needs to stop terrorizing the nurses so he could heal and he’d tell her he’d stay overnight only if she’d be his personal medic. Or, you know, he’d offer with a sly grin, she could play live in nurse. Shisui, she’d say exasperatedly. He could imagine the way she’d pinch her nose bridge and run a hand through her pretty hair. He’d throw his hands up in concession after she sized him up wondering if she should beat him into submission with her tiny fists.

He’d tell her to lower her weapons of mass destruction and take her small hands in his larger ones, thumb tracing over her worn knuckles.

Sighing and ignoring the ache in his chest, Shisui grabbed one of the many magazines scattered on his coffee table and mindlessly flipped through it. His feet tapped out an irregular rhythm while he glossed over the words on the page, thinking of the past year.

He and Genma had just returned from a grueling undercover mission on the border of Grass and Waterfall. The duo ambled into the bar, bones weary, and aching for a drink. They eased themselves at the bar front, sipping on drinks that bit at the back of the throat.

Appreciatively inhaling the spicy sweet aroma, he finally made eye contact with Sasuke, who was strangely handling a large stack of ryo in one hand and a notebook in the other.

Towards the back of the room, a small crowd of jounin and ANBU regulars were circled around a single table. Sasuke’s pink-haired teammate sat at one end and gestured at the empty seat across from her. Behind Sakura, other members of her graduating class were clapping Sakura’s shoulders and laughing amongst themselves. Sakura said something teasing—Shisui could tell by the way her eyebrow gracefully sloped up and the impish smile that graced her face. Sasuke apparently backed her up, haughtily puffing his chest out and crossing his shoulders, slanting his chin at the empty seat across from his teammate.

Clearly goading the group of older shinobi, a veteran, Shisui remembered as being exceptionally fond of decapitating his enemies by hand, swiveled the empty chair backwards and sat heavily, elbow anchored at the table, formally accepting Sakura’s challenge. The shinobi tauntingly fluttered his fingers and subtly flexed his arm, causing his ANBU tattoo to ripple.

To Shisui’s surprise, Sasuke smiled. With teeth. Shisui, who had a lifetime’s experience decoding stoic Uchiha mannerisms—and especially Itachi and Sasuke’s micro-expressions, read Sasuke’s smile as a feral, shit eating grin. Sasuke spread his arms wide, like a ring master at his very own circus, and smirked as the older group whispered amongst themselves. Shisui watched as Sasuke meticulously took notes in his notebook and collected ryo from the shinobi.

The members of his graduating class positively leered at the older group, their eyes blood thirsty.

“Hideki probably shouldn’t have been promoted to ANBU captain if he’s stupid enough to think he’ll win against Sakura-chan,” Genma murmured around his senbon.

“Hideki’s arm is the size of both our heads combined—and your head’s fucking massive,” Shisui snickered. “I know Sakura-san’s the Godaime’s apprentice but I thought the Godaime’s strength was hereditary?”

Genma turned his head from side to side, sighing at the way his vertebrae cracked, “Nah, you’re not in the village long enough to know anything anymore. But Sakura-chan’s basically a mini Tsunade, but just a little more evil.”

Shisui started at that, trying to recall what he knew about Sakura.

Pink. Massive crush on Sasuke that apparently dissipated if the way Sasuke always had giant bruises, angrily grumbling Sakura’s name, was anything to go by. One of the head medics at a ridiculously young age. He knew she was strong. Little Sasuke’s indignation at his “weak” teammate gradually turned to respect and trust throughout the years and Shisui knew that the Godaime wouldn’t take just anyone as her apprentice. But Tsunade-sama strong?

“I thought she was a medic.”

Genma snorted.

Shisui lazily leaned back against the bar. His eyes traced over Sakura’s arms—corded with muscle, but nowhere near her opponent’s. Her hand was consumed by Hideki’s, her visible four fingers hardly taking up half of his hand.

Channeling chakra to their ears so they could catch any exchanges, Genma and Shisui listened to Hideki coo at Sakura.

“Try not to cry when you lose, petal, I’d hate to see you upset.”

Sakura smiled, and loosened her shoulders.

As Sasuke finished writing his notes and collecting his ryo, he counted down from three with a gleam in his eye that made Shisui shift uncomfortably. At Sasuke’s “Go,” nothing happened. Hideki’s friends stared at his clasped hand in confusion which quickly changed to incredulousness.

Sakura’s grin, stretched impossibly wider as she tipped her head back and licked her lips.

“Don’t hold back your tears, petal, I love seeing grown men cry.”

Her hand slammed forward and through the table, flinging Hideki off his chair into the debris and woodchips. He laid sprawled across the floor, looking up at Sakura dazedly. Sakura responded by resting her cheek against a fist and pouting.

“And here I thought you’d be a little more of a challenge. Sad”

With one half of the crowd cheering and whooping and the other half looking part disbelieving and part terrified, Sasuke promptly handed Sakura a chunk of her winnings and flung an arm across her shoulders for post-win gloating.

Shisui tried not to let the surprise show on his face but apparently failed to do so as Genma snorted, “Told you so.” Not only was he surprised at what must have been a fraction of her strength, but Shisui’s mind was reeling at Sasuke’s outward fondness for someone other than his mother and apparent talent as a fucking bookmaker.

As the commotion died down, the crowd parted as Sakura made her way towards the bar.

“Hope you didn’t wound his pride too much Sakura-chan, a little unbecoming for grown men to cry at a bar, no?” Genma said, while handing her a drink.

“It’s been a busy week for me, I had to fulfill my monthly ‘make men cry’ quota somehow, right?” Sakura responded, taking a greedy sip.

Genma moved his senbon from one side to the other. “Are Hatake’s tears not enough? Heard you actually get him to go to post-mission health checks on the regular now.”

She rolled her eyes and abandoned her straw to take a deep swig of her drink. As if realizing Shisui’s presence for the first time she jerked her head towards him.

“Oh hi, it’s so nice to finally meet you Shisui-san, I’ve heard so much about you—I’m guessing your guys’ mission went okay?” she asked while looking at them up and down, assessing both their physical states.

“Sakura-san,” Shisui clucked, “Are you checking us out? I’ll have you know that Genma is much older than you think.” He ignored Genma’s side glare in favor of catching Sakura’s amused snort. “And I didn’t realize Sasu-chan talked about me, that is so adorable, I hope it was all good things? Shisui flirted.

Surprising Shisui, Sakura rolled her eyes good naturedly.

“Fuck you man, you wish you’d look half as good as me in a few years, just because you think you’re above daily SPF doesn’t mean your skin’s not going to age like a leather glove. You don’t hide under your ANBU mask—” Shisui glared harshly and elbowed Genma in the stomach, “—enough for the sun to not be damaging, Uchiha genes be damned.” Genma managed to wheeze out.

“Relax Shisui-san,” Sakura said placatingly, “Your ANBU status is unclassified information for me. Also,” she leaned in towards him, “It’s not as if the whole village doesn’t know, she dropped to a theatrical whisper, “That Uchiha Shisui is ANBU.”

Blinking at her, but conceding to her logic, Shisui apologetically patted his partner’s shoulder.

“Also,” Sakura quipped, “I was the one who specifically chose you two as duo to infiltrate and wrote the tactical plan in your mission scroll.”

Shisui’s eyebrows shot up.

“Oh please, don’t act like you’re above Sakura-chan’s tactical planning,” Genma said. “She totally predicted that the target’s estranged stepson was going to come out of the woodworks in some shady way,” Sakura visibly brightened, “Thanks for including that theory in Addendum C, Sakura-chan—and like, isn’t her handwriting so much better than half the Nara’s in tactics?” Genma babbled animatedly.

Shaking his head in disbelief, Shisui said, “So you’re telling me you’re a top tier medic, Hokage’s apprentice, an active juonin—who has to deal with Sasuke’s mood swings nonetheless—and part of the tactics squad?”

“Yup,” she responded, popping the ‘p.’ “But I don’t go on every single Team 7 mission anymore. Not that I don’t love them, but rasengan-ing and chidori-ing your way through battle plans gets a little tedious and a gal needs variety,” she joked, waving her hand towards the back of the room where Sasuke and Naruto were apparently haggling over the worth of the destroyed table with the owner of the bar. “Also, I’m not formally in tactics. Shikaku-san’s been my informal strategy mentor for a few years.” She shrugged and tossed her long hair over her shoulder.

“I mean you spend so much time in the office, Shikaku’s basically like your work husband, ne?” Genma smirked into his drink, “Or is it little Shikaku junior who taught you the ropes?”

Shisui ignored Sakura’s withering stare. “Godaime’s apprentice, Hatake’s student, Shikaku’s…mentee.” He let out a low whistle, “Looks like you basically meet all the requirements to be future Hokage.”

“Too bad Sakura-chan has a temper just like Tsunade-sama’s; the council members would gouge their hearts out,” Genma chuckled.

“Maybe you should spend more time in the field instead of on Hokage guard rotations, then you wouldn’t be talking so much shit.” Sakura’s lip curled into a small smile, despite her outward annoyance.

“Ooh don’t forget Ibiki, he and Sakura are like two peas in a pod. It’s horrible.”

“Wait, so how do you know this idiot?” Shisui interrupted, gesturing at Genma.

“Well,” Genma started, while motioning to the bartender for another drink, “It all started in the coat closet of Hokage tower, some filing boxes, and a leather—”

“Shut up Genma,” Sakura slapped the back of his head. “I was spending a lot of time at the tower, studying, doing paperwork, running errands, that Genma and I just started chatting. Then I was placed on some missions with him and that’s basically it.” Sakura shrugged and reached over to steal Genma’s new drink from him.

“Plus,” Genma added, pouting and making grabby motions at his stolen beverage, “Tag-team bullying Kakashi with her is a whole new level of fun.”

Sakura giggled and Shisui drowned in it.

Although wildly busy with ANBU missions, clan meetings, and his gradual transition to commander of the Police Force, he had decided then to make an active effort to drop in Sakura’s life from time to time. Afterall, he didn’t realize Konoha still churning out little prodigies since well, Itachi.

Several weeks later, he found himself wandering the streets of the village after a mission. A straightforward solo assassination. He was in and out with no trace. Although the post-mission physical evaluation was only semi-mandatory for shinobi that Tsunade trusted to seek care, he figured he could pop in to see if Sakura was busy.

He went into her office through the window and saw her at her desk. She was leaning back in her chair, exhaustion radiating off her as she greedily sucked at a pouch, fisting the small bag to get every drop.

“Ohoho is Haruno-sensei drinking on the job? Guess you really are a mini Tsunade, but isn’t it a bit early to turn to alcohol so young?” He teased, although he walked towards her with worry clear on his face, though she couldn’t see with her eyes closed in weariness.

“It’s applesauce, idiot.”

“Huh?”

“It’s applesauce. In a squeezy pouch.” She cracked an eye open, “Did you want one?”

“You seem hungry.” He eyed the four empty pouches on her desk. “Why not eat at the cafeteria?” He ran his hand through his curls, assessing her slight under eye circles and raw hands.

“You know what they say about hospital food,” she said dryly.

He looked at her blankly.

“God you need to stay local for longer periods of time.” She sighed.

“Would you like it if I did?”

“Well apparently someone needs to civilize you.”

Shisui couldn’t help the heat that crept up his neck at her answer and he looked at her in uncharacteristic silence.

Taking a deep breath and releasing, Sakura hunched over her desk, bracing her chin under her interlocked fingers. “Barging into someone’s private office through the window is a bit rude, don’t you think, Shisui-san?” She quirked an eyebrow at him and he internally stammered. She looked at him as if he were a lab specimen, and he swore he felt like he was in an interrogation cell. “Now I know Sasuke has the social capabilities of a rock,” Sakura continued, “But Itachi and Mikoto-san are very polite so you must have been taught manners at some point.”

“I didn’t realize you were so close to the Uchihas, Sakura-sensei,” he said lightly. He wracked through his brain to think of any instances of pink hair in the Uchiha district, but he was hardly ever home. His time in Konoha was largely spent working at the Police Force or with Itachi and Itachi never mentioned Sakura becoming such a familiar fixture in his life that she referred to him without an honorific.

Sakura rolled her eyes and produced another pouch. “I’ve known Sasuke for over a decade—and have the privilege of being one of his only two friends.” She shook her head fondly. “Also as one of the head medics, an active jounin, and administrative queen,” she said sarcastically, “Don’t you think,” she paused as she uncapped her snack. “That I would get to know a few Uchihas?”

Although Shisui was the one standing, he felt as though she were peering down at him, flicking him around in a mental boxing ring and he was losing. Badly.

“Ah, sorry Sakura-sensei,” he said laughing, rubbing the back of his neck, looking at the sentimental keepsakes at the top of her desk. “Maybe I was hoping that me and Sasuke would be the only Uchiha in your life.” He gave her a crooked grin and was met with a deadpan stare. Shifting on his feet he heaved a weak chuckle. “Maybe I got hit in the head a little too hard on this last mission, I can go, I’m sure you’re very,” he gestured at the small mountain of pouch corpses on her desk, “Busy.”

He made the hand sign to shunshin into a dark corner where he could bang his head against a wall in embarrassment and shame when she suddenly appeared in front of him. Her speed taking him by surprise. “Why didn’t you tell me you were injured?” She gently grasped his shoulder to make him crouch down to her height and raised a glowing green palm to his head. “That should have been the first thing you led with.” He felt the cool rush of her chakra at the base of his head which did little to quell the heat rising to his cheeks. “Also, the protocol is for injured ANBU to check in from the side annex,” Sakura continued angrily.

He took in her furrowed brows and the way her deep green eyes narrowed in concentration. Her soft apricot skin he noted, had a dusting of freckles across her delicate nose bridge, and he caught a sliver of pink as she wet her lips. His mind began to work overtime as he realized she would find out he had no injuries.

“You’ve sustained absolutely no damage. Guess this is another thing you and Sasuke actually have in common,” she mentioned wryly.

He looked at her questioningly, still bent down towards her, wondering if he’d be able to smell her shampoo this close.

“Incredibly thick skulls,” she waved her hands absentmindedly.

Shisui stifled an indignant choke, as she continued while walking back to her desk. “So, why did you happen to randomly come through my window?” she said, as she settled back into the leather armchair. “I’m on the fifth floor and there’s no balcony. Surely you didn’t just…find yourself here.”

“No you’re right,” Shisui said, hands fiddling with a knickknack at the front of her desk, “I wanted to know if you,” he paused as she stared at his hands. Ah, he thought. Another social faux paus. “Wanted to…” he trailed off a little unsure and stared at her desk then at her Byakugo seal. “Get food?” He mentally slapped himself.

Sakura snorted. Shisui was beginning to hate being on the receiving end of her snorts.

“Nice save. I guess sustaining myself on applesauce probably isn’t the best way to go about life, huh?” She gathered her stash and dumped it into the wastebasket at the side of her desk and began to tidy the mountains of paperwork and files. “Sorry, but I have a surgery in twenty minutes I need to prep for, maybe another time Shisui-san. Unless you want to state your original purpose I’m afraid you’ll have to get out before you watch me go through a sixth pouch,” she said cheekily.

“Would you want to spar sometime,” Shisui blurted out.

“Ah, another Uchiha to beat up,” she smiled wickedly. “Are you sure though? Just ask your cousin, I beat the shit out of him every other week.”

“Sasu-chan’s strong, but he’s still learning,” he smirked. “I’m sure you’ll find me significantly more interesting.” He said confidently. Finally he thought. Easing his posture and leisurely putting his hands in his pockets while staring down at her. One topic of conversation where he wasn’t constantly putting his foot in his mouth.

“No,” she said slowly. “I mean your other cousin, Itachi. I beat the shit out of Sasuke like every day at training,” she scoffed. “His brother on the other hand is a little more… interesting.”

Shisui gaped. He hadn’t realized that Itachi had regular spars with anyone besides him and whatever team Itachi was assigned to. Shisui narrowed his eyes at the double life his cousin has been seemingly keeping secret.

Ripping him from his thoughts, Sakura got up and shuffled a few files underneath her arm. “I’ve got to go to the OR,” she explained. “That stands for operating room, since apparently you spend so little time in hospitals,” she said as she walked past him.

He sniffed at that.

“But if you’re available, we can spar this Sunday afternoon—I prefer the Uchiha training ground a kilometer away from the abandoned storehouse, but let me know what works for you,” Sakura said as she left Shisui standing in the middle of her office with a wave.

Once the door clicked shut he stared at the empty space at her desk. He barked out a disbelieving laugh and wrung his hands through his hair and paced in circles. He glanced around her office, noting the touches of personality between massive tomes of medical textbooks and scrolls.

A recent picture of team 7 on her desk, an orange throw blanket folded neatly at the end of the little gray couch tucked into the corner of the room. Little wooden figurines sat on her bookshelf, scrolls of traditional black ink art on her walls, a—was that a ceremonial Uchiha fan?

It was only their second meeting and she managed to knock him off balance once again.

She couldn’t make their Sunday spar, Sasuke relayed to Shisui, when his older cousin was prowling around his home looking for Itachi. She’d been sent on a diplomatic mission to Suna and it would take two weeks, Sasuke explained. After his curt explanation, Sasuke assessed Shisui and after a beat, narrowed his eyes at him.

Amused, Shisui poked at Sasuke’s cheek earning him a glare.

“What’s wrong Sasu-chan, jealous your teammate’s bored of you and wants to spar with stronger, more handsome Uchiha?” Shisui taunted.

At the insinuation that he was weak, and the unmentioned fact that Shisui was comparing Sasuke to Itachi, Sasuke bristled.

“Tch, it’s your broken bones, Shisui.”

“Who breaks bones during a spar?”

“Annoying medics.” Sasuke responded with an eye roll.

“Hm,” Shisui hummed and tipped his head back towards the sun. The pleasant warmth made him sigh and he closed his eyes to the sounds of tinkling wind chimes and distant children laughing. The back porch of the head family’s home opened into a serene garden. A sprawling tree that Itachi and Shisui used sit under while drinking tea sat next to a small koi pond where Sasuke would amuse himself by poking at the fish when he was younger.

He looked to the slightly open screen doors of the back porch and remembered why he came.

“Where’s Itachi, what’s he up to—do you know?”

“Making food with Kaa-san.”

“Ever the conversationalist, Sasuke. Did ‘Tachi and Mikoto Oba-san banish you to the back because you’re going through a hormonal spike?”

Sasuke gestured at the broom in his hand in obvious explanation. “Tch. I think they’re talking about their hair.”

Shisui laughed and Sasuke quirked his lip.

Sasuke and Shisui headed inside and heard the scrape of metal spoons against bowls and light music in the background.

“Coconut oil really increased the thickness of my hair and was an effective detangler. It’s unfortunate it’s only readily available in Suna. The import taxes make it overly expensive here.”

Mikoto hummed. “Well if it’s that effective I don’t mind trying it out, did you try the avocado mask I put in your bathroom?”

Shisui and Sasuke failed to cover up their snickers and were met with a menacing, spoon-wielding Mikoto.

“Now, I don’t want to hear anything from two boys who won’t put on sunscreen unless I tell them to. Sasuke,” Mikoto clucked, “Do you even exfoliate when I remind you to?”

Itachi laughed into his tea as Sasuke turned pink at his mother’s admonishing.

Wiping his hands on his apron, which Shisui amusedly noted was a pastel yellow with white trimming, Itachi turned back to scoop meat lightly in the middle of the circular dumpling wrapper.

“I asked Sakura to bring back coconut oil when she returns from her diplomatic meeting.”

“Nii-san you need to stop requesting random things from her, she’s not you courier,” Sasuke countered, taking a seat across the table where his brother and mother were working.

“She’s actually the one who offered and the one who first told me about coconut oil. Apparently,” Itachi picked at imaginary lint on his sleeve, “Hyuuga Neji-san gave her some…unsolicited advice,” he finished wryly.

Mikoto chuckled when Sasuke glared at the dumplings Mikoto was delicately pinching at the mention of Neji.

“What’s wrong, Sasu-chan,” Shisui sing-songed, throwing his arm across an indignant Sasuke, “Jealous of Neji-san? He does have pretty hair. By the way,” he said, watching Itachi’s hands, “Since when have you and Sakura-san been so close?”

Sasuke shoved Shisui off of him and scoffed. “That pompous stick up his a—sorry Kaa-san—was a dick—ah, sorry—to Sakura. And he’s not even that good looking.” Sasuke finished with a sniff and an apologetic smile towards his mother.

“And when did you and Sakura-san become friends?” Shisui repeated himself to Itachi, not missing the way his Aunt and Sasuke glanced at each other.

“She’s Sasuke and Kakashi’s teammate,” Itachi responded slowly. “Plus, she accompanies me to the sweet shops and bakeries you and Sasuke refuse to try,” he added with a slight pout which Mikoto frowned at and Sasuke looked up exasperatedly.

Shisui chuckled at his cousin’s sweet tooth. “So, how did you become friends?” He tried again.

Sasuke looked at Shisui disgusted. “She’s my teammate,” he hissed.

Shisui ignored him and looked innocently at Itachi, exaggeratedly batting his eyelashes. Mikoto giggled at their antics.

“Shisui, are you interested in Sakura-chan?” she questioned eagerly.

“Obaa-san, I saw her throw a man into a table a few weeks ago,” he recalled excitedly, leaning in towards the table. “And then she told me she beats the shit—ah whoops, sorry—out of Sasuke and Itachi on the regular, how could I not be interested?”

Mikoto, Itachi, and Sasuke simultaneously raised an eyebrow at him and cocked their heads to the side. Creepy, Shisui internally shivered.

“Hn.”

“Are you…jealous, ‘Tachi?” Shisui asked incredulously.

“Tch,” Sasuke responded.

“God, I give up,” Shisui wailed to the bemusement of his family members and reached over to help Mikoto with the dumplings only to have Sasuke slap his hand away.

“Get away from those, you fold the ugliest dumplings.” Shisui gaped at his younger cousin in disbelief. “We’re freezing these for Sakura when she comes back—idiot never has real food in her fridge—don’t touch them,” Sasuke finished with a warning as Itachi nodded along with his brother.

Chuckling, Mikoto continued to expertly pinch the edges of the dumplings and absentmindedly hummed to herself. She drew up a mental Punnett square and slightly frowned at the low odds of having a pink-haired Uchiha baby.

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gossamer-sky · 3 years

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Hiya!! Hope you are still doing the nsfw abcs! Can i please request A,F,P for Ikesen Yuki, Sasuke and Mitsunari? My poor underrated boyz need some more ❤❤❤!!! 😭😭😭

Of course! You’re so right, they deserve smut too! 💁‍♀️❣️

Yukimura

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

- God, he’s so blushy

- Stutters his words, looking at everything in the room other than you

- Has to clear his throat before speaking, twice

- Finally gets himself under control and then you shift against him; he remembers how you felt inside, then blushes harder

- Sometimes he can’t help the stupid shit that leaves his mouth, but you don’t take his clumsy words seriously because he’s so adorable like this

- Eventually gets a serious, determined look on his face after a long while of trying to build his courage; proceeds to tell you about how you felt amazing, like nothing he’s experienced before

- Gets even more flustered after that how is that even possible Yuki, you’re a warrior, it’s so endearing and he has no idea

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

- Oh he’s so torn, don’t make him choose

- You on top of him

- Fuck

- Especially when you smile down at him as you move

- His heart beats hard enough to jump right out of his chest, he wants you so badly

- He loves being able to touch all of you, but sometimes it’s difficult to let go with you watching his every gasp and moan

- Taking you from behind is entirely too good as well

- Even easier to get wild like this, turning red at the sight before him

- He loses his composure very quickly in this position, keeping his weakness for you hidden; pounds you harder, groans shuddering from his chest louder than he ever is usually

- The only downside is that he can’t fix his eyes on your beautiful expression

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

- He is fast

- And rough

- Hasn’t really had the experience needed in order to refine his movements, so he’s still very abrupt

- Squeezing you just this side of too hard, it’s easy for him to get carried away

- One of the (many) reasons why he loves fucking you from behind; you hold yourself so still and ready, and he loves to just lose control like that

- When you moan nearly scream actually into the pillows it gives him such an adrenaline rush

- Nearly comes just from that

- He very easily gets overwhelmed by you

Sasuke

A = Aftercare

- While he’s fairly talkative during sex (it’s so hard to control what comes out of his mouth when his brain is operating on a less-than-ideal blood supply)

- He gets a little quiet and clingy after sex

- Contemplative

- Gets a lot more demonstrative than usual too, touching you softly, wherever his fingertips wish to go

- Takes the time to comb out the tangled strands in your hair, makes sure to wipe away any smudges of makeup

- You give him a tender smile for this, and his heart thuds alarmingly

- He does have a hypothesis about how he may one day die from how in love he is

F = Favorite position

- His ultimate favourite ever

- Is when you’re spread out on top of him; flat on his back, every part of his skin touching yours

- And he can shift your hips with his hands, catch your mouth with his own

- It’s slow like this, and meltingly good

- There must be some sort of magnetic attraction because he cannot stop touching you

- If you place your elbows on either side of his head, and bounce up and down a bit

- He’s absolutely going to groan your name

- He’ll have to stop you if he doesn’t want to come right away

P = Pace

- His touches are methodical, working his way through everything that he knows gets you off

- He’s single minded, driven by an intense need to make you feel incredible

- And damn he’s good at it

- It’s appalling easy to distract him when you want to though

- The slightest touches from you get him off-balance; vision clouding and wet mouth opening on a heavy pant when you get your fingers around the length of him, stroking

- He generally tries to take control first and make you come; if you have the reigns, he knows he’s going to come his fucking brains out and become totally useless

Mitsunari

A = Aftercare

- The man is a sweet angel in every day life, and this only gets a hundred times more amplified after he fucks you

- Can’t stop smiling at you, complimenting you; he’ll flutter delicate kisses all the way down your shoulders, pressing his lips to your palms

- Acts like your touch is a drug to him honestly; he likes it when you hold him too, wrapping arms and legs around him as tightly as you can

- Plays with your hair, and hums to himself

- He’s very open as well, will talk about anything with you but especially about how wonderful you are

F = Favorite position

- He adores missionary, likes to see your beautiful, flushed face gazing up at him

- Feels he can appreciate you even more from above you

- Is particularly fond of hooking your knee over his arm; the desperate whine you let loose when he does this is adorable plus it gets him that much deeper

- Is so satisfied when you pull him down to kiss him, likes it when your mouth turns sloppy like he’s fucking all the motor control right out of your body oop

- Sometimes presses his forehead to yours right before he comes; which you love, the look of total abandon on his face is gorgeous

P = Pace

- He’s extremely gifted in slow, tender sex

- You sometimes feel like you’re in a goddamn romance novel

- The romantic things that leave his mouth somehow never manage to feel disingenuous, a thread of honestly always rings through

- May be sweet with his words, but he damn well knows what you like and isn’t afraid to focus on that

- In fact the romance might make it more intense; his lovely words at direct odds with the filthy way he grinds into you

- Your bodies are so in sync, finding your rhythm easily you can almost believe that your souls are connected like this

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sunnywritesstuff34 · 3 years

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Illusions

(Yayyyy. Another one. It’s been a while, sorry. just wanna preface this by saying that like... I usually don’t really give a shit about Obito, but I figured this was a natural progression of the story and I kinda wanted to try and dive into Obito’s psyche a little so. here we go. tell me what you think. @ghostjellyfishheart here’s the next chapter lol. pls mind the tw’s)

TW and CW for: MAJOR UNREALITY, seriously stay safe, Obito is kinda spiraling a lot, grieving, struggling with morality, drinking, alcohol, less then stellar coping mechanisms of all kinds, don’t do this kids, child death, ghost child, dead kid, you don’t like... see her die but Rin is very much not alive, references to suicide, implied suicide, the uchiha massacre is its own warning, murder, its bad. its just. its just bad. did I mention unreality? a lot of that, death of a family member, obito is having a hard time with feelings, probably dis@ssociation, pretentious symbolism, scratch that, definitely dis@ssociation

Obito Uchiha is upset.

And that is, frankly, ridiculous. Obito does not get upset. What does upset even mean? Is he sad? Mourning, perhaps? Or is he just worried? Either way, its borderline impossible. He shouldn’t be feeling anything. Obito doesn’t feel anything. Sure, he plays at it, when he’s Tobi. He feigns and pretends, he’s good at that. That is what he is, that is all he is. To Itachi, he is Madara. To Konan and Nagito, he is Obito. To everyone else, he is Tobi. Obito has taken on mask after mask after mask on in his life, both figuratively and literally. Sometimes he doesn't know where Obito ends and another begins. Obito does not feel anything, not for anyone that isn't Rin. Never for anyone that isn't Rin, and he left her behind a long time ago. And yet this boy, this child, has him reeling somehow. Has him… well, like before, the only word he can use is upset. He is rattled. And it has been so long, so long since he’s felt anything at all, that he doesn't know what to do. He doesn't know how to fix it. He kept seeing Sasuke in his head, kept remembering memories from years ago when he thought about the kid being gone forever. He remembered the first few years Itachi brought Sasuke to the compound, he remembered spontaneously discovering his obsession with tomatoes by accident with Kisame (who would not stop laughing. He had just never seen anybody. Put an entire tomato in their mouth. And Sasuke did it like it was the most natural thing in the world! Kisame wouldn't shut up about it for at least a week). He remembered helping the boy train with his newly forged chokuto, he remembered the grim determination towards his family and how much it reminded Obito of himself, he remembered all of it. And none of that should have mattered, because it wasn't real. None of it was real, the next world would be. The next world with Rin and Kakashi and Minato-sensei still alive, a world without… without Sasuke. Or any of the other Akatsuki. And that was what he wanted. He was sure that was what he wanted. Only in his room could he show the weakness tightly coiled in his stomach. But there was a knock on his door and it made him straighten up, instantly putting the mask that he just took off back on his face. He walked to the door and opened it, only to find the older Uchiha brother staring back at him. Obito blinked.

“Itachi-san. What are you… what are you doing here? I- uh… come in.” Obito and Itachi sat down at the small table in Obito’s room and stared at each other awkwardly. “So… how can I help you?” Obito tried to ask, unsure of whether to say it like Tobi or just let his guard down and talk like himself (whoever that was). Itachi cleared his throat.

“You are the only person in this godforsaken place that has sake that's worth a damn,” Itachi explained calmly. He looked away. “It has… been a long week.” Obito could tell the truth in that statement just from his cousin’s voice. Itachi sounded exhausted, and the perpetual mask of indifference had begun to slip when his little brother went missing. The two of them looked at each other and came to an understanding. For the next few minutes, there was no talking. Obito grabbed some glasses and poured his strongest sake out for the both of them, and they drank in silence. They only actually picked up a conversation once they were both drunk enough for the awkwardness to melt away.

“He’s likely not dead,” Obito commented bluntly. Itachi only sighed.

“If he is, I have no idea what I'd do,” Itachi grumbled casually, like it was an ordinary thing to say. “Certainly wouldn't stick around here. Probably follow in Shisui’s footsteps.” Obito only nodded, knowing better than to pry on that particular bit of insight into Itachi’s life. They were silent for a few more minutes before Obito spoke again.

“The massacre,” Obito started. “I was long gone by the time it happened. What… are you and Sasuke really the only survivors as the rumors say?” Itachi nodded, throwing back another glass. Obito thought about that bitterly, about his grandmother who wouldn't have been spared. Itachi sighed.

“Right. I've never really talked about this with anyone, and Sasuke and I don't speak about it much. You know how sharingan awakening works, yes?” Obito nodded, mind involuntarily flashing to his own experience.

“Well I made some genuine friends on my genin team. It was the first time I ever had any friends.” Obito closed his eyes and took another sip. Friends, sharingan awakening. Being crushed under a boulder with your crying teammates looming over you. Thinking, no, don't cry, it doesn't hurt. It really doesn't hurt. I can't feel anything, please don't cry. Watching a particular white haired individual (a traitor, that traitor) desperately try to save you. Losing a part of yourself, a part of yourself you didn't even know you had, and giving it to someone else. Forever living with that, knowing that your other eye is somewhere, because you can still feel it, but not knowing much else. The aching absence that grows from that. He opened his eyes again. “I watched them die, right in front of my eyes. That awakened my Sharingan, and when I went home, my father congratulated me. He congratulated me. It was a nightmare and he was proud. I don't know, that always stuck with me. But anyway,” Itachi paused to drink more sake as the room spun. “Sasuke’s eyes woke during the massacre. I didn't get there in time. He watched our parents die, managed to hide in the closet and keep quiet the whole time so they didn't find him. I got there in time to stop them from killing him, and realized his sharingan had awakened because of everything. I wasn't able to save anyone, but I was able to save him, and that's all that matters.”

“I understand,” Obito replied evenly. “I know what it's like to be too late.”

Itachi’s eyes slid over to him. “Yeah well… whatever. The Uchiha had been planning a coup for a while. Danzo, he gave me a choice. Either kill everyone myself and have Sasuke be spared to live happily in the village. Or, to let them kill everyone, Sasuke included. I didn't… I refused either option and tried to get there but I was too late. They killed everyone in one night, a bunch of Anbu who were deployed for the massacre. Like I said, Sasuke managed to hide. I knew that Danzo would be after us, so I grabbed Sasuke and we got the hell out of dodge. He didn't speak for months afterwards. Not a single word, other than screaming during his nightmares. It was probably a little selfish, but I… I missed him. There was no more ‘Itachi, look at the score I got at the academy!’ or ‘Itachi look, look I learned a new move!’ There was just… nothing. He was so vacant. If he's dead- if he’s dead after everything we’ve been through, I don't- I have no idea what I'll do. We have to find him, and we have to kill the people who took him away from us. We have to.” I know, he wanted to shout. I know, I feel the same way, but I don't know why! Itachi left not long after that, stumbled back to his room, and Obito fell asleep in his armchair. That night he had a dream, a dream of Rin. it had been years since he dreamed of her, usually they were memories and bits and pieces, but this was different. He opened his eyes in his dream to a dark plane filled with ink, darkness stretching in every direction. It was a frequent setting he found himself in, usually the dream would be about him sinking into the oily substance until he couldn't breath. But this time it was low enough to wade in, his feet touching the ground, whatever that was. In the middle of the expanse, there was a bone white skeleton of some creature he didn't recognize, and Rin. He staggered towards her, and she hugged him without a word. In dreams like this he was always covered in blood, the Obito from years past. But now he was just him, and he was maskless.

“Just what have you gotten yourself into now, Obito?” she asked, and it sounded just like her. It wasn't her, he was fairly sure of that, he was dreaming for god’s sake, but it sounded like her. It seemed like her, and that was enough. “It's okay to be worried about the kid,” she said, running fingers through his hair while he tried to calm his breathing.

“It's not real,” he managed hoarsely. “None of it. Nothing in this world is real, I shouldn't feel anything. So why… Why do I…”

“Does it matter if it's real?” she asked. “It feels real. Maybe it is, Obito.”

“Obito is dead,” he whispered. “At least the one you knew- Obito doesn't exist anymore.” Rin only shook her head, looking past him at nothing at all and smiling sadly.

“I don't believe you,” she said evenly. “You're still Obito. No matter how many names you take or how many masks you wear, I know who you are. And I think you do too.”

“It's not real,” he tried again, weakly.

“If it's not real, then why do you help Konan with the dishes? If it's not real, then why do you want to save Itachi’s brother so badly? Why do you make plans for Nagato’s dream in the supposed next world when you don't have to? Why do you stick around Deidara to make sure he doesn't get killed? Why do you help Sasori with his puppets? Why, Obito?”

“I can't be Obito,” he muttered quietly. “He’s dead. He died with you.”

“He is right here. He is sitting here with me. You're still you. You'll always be you.”

“B-But…. But Madara-”

“Madara is dead,” she said with finality, shaking her head. “Madara is a dead man now. You are the only thing that can bring him back, and you have a choice.”

“I've never had a choice.”

“You do now. Madara isn't here.”

“This is all just an illusion.” She smiled sadly.

“I'm an illusion, Obito. Your world is not.”

His dream didn't fade out from there. One second he was sitting in a dark dreamscape with his dead friend, and the next he was in the Akatsuki lair, laying in an armchair, sitting up and gasping for breath. His back hurt and his neck was aching from the weird position he dozed off in, and Obito could already feel the nausea of an inevitable hangover coming on. Still, he sat up properly, stretching his neck and running a hand through his short hair. Itachi was probably passed out in his room or throwing up already, and Obito had a hunch that he’d be feeling the same way pretty soon. He looked down at the floor and forced his eyes to focus. He didn't have time for a drunken hallucination within a drunken hallucination. But when he turned his head, he felt himself recoil and raise his hands to his face. The orange plastic from the ground winked back at him. Obito had taken his mask off. And now it was cracked.

#yeahhhh #lol anyway #was this short?#maybe #Obito knew most of those details about the massacre #obito #obito uchiha #uchiha massacre #akatsuki #kisame #Sasuke Uchiha #itachi uchiha #uchiha itachi #naruto #naruto fanfiction #naruto fanfic #naruto au #unreality tw #madara uchiha

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kakashis-formal-simp · 3 years

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“I’ll always love you”

Kakashi x reader

A tiny bit of swear words...like three. Like two mentions of sex. Pretty sfw.

Summary: You break up with Kakashi

You walked into the Hokage building and prepared yourself for what was about to come. Today was the day you were going to break up with your boyfriend, Kakashi. It took a lot of thinking and tears until you finally came to the conclusion that breaking up was the best option for both of you. Knocking on the door you heard Kakashi give you permission to enter.

“Hey,” your voice hiding the tone of dread.

“Hey Y/n,” Kakashi looked up to meet your eye, “what brings you here? Also, you don’t have to worry I promise I’ll make time soon for our next date.” He smiled and then looked down to finish some more paperwork.

“Well actually, you don’t have to worry about making time for our next date,” you knew you had to do this but it still didn’t stop the guilt you were feeling. You just couldn’t do this anymore.

“I don’t? Why not?”

You took a deep breath, “because I’m breaking up with you. You don’t have to worry about balancing a relationship and being Hokage anymore.” you looked up to meet his eye.

“That’s funny Y/n but seriously why don’t I?” he let out a disbelieving chuckle.

“I’m being serious, Kakashi. I’m breaking up with you,” he could tell you weren’t joking.

“Why?” he stood up, “please Y/n, tell me this is some joke Naruto made you play”.

“You really think I would joke about this Kakashi. I’m not trying to toy with your emotions,” he took a step back, then proceeded to walk towards you.

“But why? I thought everything was going fine. Is it because I’m always working? Y/n I promise I’m working on making more time for us.”

“It’s not just that Kakashi, I’m not happy, I don’t want to do this anymore. Every day is a struggle and it’s honestly tearing me apart. I just can’t do it.” Kakashi was now standing right in front of you.

“What did I do Y/n? I promise whatever it is I can fix it. I don’t want to lose you, I can’t lose you,” he spoke fast, desperately.

You let out a sigh and put both of your hands on his face. Bringing him closer to you trying to ignore his tears threatening to fall.

“Kakashi, you can’t fix this. It isn’t just you, I’m a part of the problem as well. I should have brought up my feelings sooner. I love you and always will, but currently loving you has been hurting me.”

“But Y/n-,” you cut him off.

“No, Kakashi.” you whispered to him, “I already have everything out of the apartment. When you get home I won’t be there.”

“But Y/n,” he whispered back, finally letting his tears fall. You turned around and reached for the door. Once you touched the handle to open it he spoke again.

“I love you Y/n,” it was quiet but you heard it. Not responding you left, finally letting your own tears fall. You had many reasons why you broke up, but the main one was you weren’t happy, in fact, you were depressed. Ever since Kakashi became Hokage you haven’t spent any time with him. You tried constantly to make plans with him. You didn’t mind that he was too busy to hang out all the time. It was the fact he would agree to the plans and then not show up. Countless times you sat in a restaurant waiting for him, or at a park waiting for what was supposed to be a romantic dinner by the river. If he remembered the plans once he got home he would kiss you and tell you he would make it up to you. It worked the first couple of times but after the 5th dinner ditch, you stopped believing his words. Sometimes he wouldn’t even remember you two had plans and never apologized for missing them. Aside from a kiss before and after work you two shared no love. At first, you had made attempts, but after two many rejections, you decided your self-esteem couldn’t take anymore. That’s not all that had been bothering you either. You had known Kakashi his whole life. You were there for him when his comrades and sensei died. You were there for him when Sasuke left the village, but the worst part is you were there when he died. It may have only been a little bit to him but to you it was hours. The only man you had loved was dead. After he woke up in your arms you were overjoyed. Unfortunately, it was short-lived as he left to find Naruto right afterward. At first, you were fine with it, Naruto did just take out Pain, but before you had time with your lover he left to go meet the Raikage. Then the war came up. You never truly had time to remorse over him dying, or shower him in affection because he wasn’t dead. Truthfully you don’t think it ever occurred to him you watched him die and it traumatized you. You still had nightmares and every time they were just as heart tearing as the first. You wanted to go to him, tell him the problems you were having, but you just couldn’t. He was promoted to Hokage, so every time you tried to talk about it he was either busy or too tired to do anything other than sleep or read his icha icha. So many nights you cried yourself to sleep next to him muffing your cries so he wouldn’t hear. It hurt you so badly because you loved him and it started to feel one-sided.

Sighing you ran a hand through your hair as you prepared for what was next. You had to unpack all of your stuff into your new apartment.

I sat there in a daze as I watched Y/n walkout. The love of my life just broke up with me. I knew I was neglecting her for my work and figured I could make up for it, but now it’s too late. I sat down in my office chair and cried.

It’s been two weeks since Y/n broke up with me. I haven’t done much since then other than cry and sleep. Papers and papers were overflowing on my desk and I looked like shit. It's not like I have a reason to look good anyway. I couldn’t get her out of my head. She has always been a part of my life. I’ve always had her by my side, learned to live with her by my side. Now, I don’t know if I can live without her by me. I heard a knock on the door and sighed.

“Come in,” I watched as Yamato walked into the room and stood in front of me.

“Hey Kakashi, you look,” he looked me up and down, “uh, well, anyways I need you to come with me”.

“You want me to go with you?”

“We’re going out drinking tonight, just you and me,” he looked so happy if only I could relate.

“I can’t go with you Yamato, I’ve got lots of work to do,”

“Yes but it’s not like you’re doing it anyway, besides, you need to loosen up a bit. After what happened you need it,” damn, Naruto and his loud mouth must have told everyone.

“Fine, I guess I’ll go, but it better be just you and I,” I reluctantly gave in.

“Great I’ll meet you there at 8, oh and uh,” he looked back at me, “make sure you clean up a bit,”. With that Yamato was gone leaving me to my thoughts.

I walked into the bar and glanced around for Yamato.

“Right behind you Kakashi,” I turned to look at him.

“So, are we just going to drink until our heart’s content,” I remarked sarcastically.

“Yep, let’s go get one of those booths,” I let Yamato lead the way until I heard it. Y/n’s beautiful laugh. I could pick her laugh out anywhere. Dam, it’s been so long since I’ve heard it. Following my ears, I saw her. Y/n and all her glory, she was with Genma. Why the hell would she be with him.

“Kakashi are you coming,” Yamato followed my eyes, “ oh, crap, Kakashi I’m sorry I had no idea she would be here too,”

“It’s fine,” I mumbled bitterly. “I’m going to go talk to her I’ll be back later,”

“Wait, Kakashi,” I ignored him as I made my way towards the two love birds.

“Well, Y/n, long time no see,” I made my famous closed eye smile, but this time there was a deeper emotion in it.

She looked up at me surprised “o-oh, Kakashi hi”.

I scoffed, “when you told me you were breaking up with me I didn’t know it was because you wanted trash,”

She made a look of offense, “Kakashi, don’t be rude” she tried to finish but I was quick to interrupt her.

“Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend anyone,” I stated coldly, “I didn’t take you as the person to leave someone for someone else, Y/n” I spat her name like it was poison.

“Kakashi Hatake,” Y/n stood up from her seat, “If you would be so kind as to meet me outside” she smiled. If I weren’t pissed off, I’d be terrified, Y/n only smiles like that when she is prepared to rip a head off.

“Gladly,” I smiled back.

Genma finally talked you into leaving your apartment. It’s been two awful weeks since you broke up with him. You still loved him so much, breaking up with him was the hardest thing you’ve ever done. Currently, you were sitting at a bar with Genma.

“You know Y/n when my girlfriend broke up with me I was so depressed. I didn’t want to do anything, but then she gave me another chance, and look at us now, we’re still together,” you sighed.

“ I know, I want to be with Kakashi and I want our problems to be solved but how are we supposed to solve them when I can’t even voice the problems,” Genma looked at you apathetically.

“He’ll come around looking for you sooner or later and when he does that’s when you should tell him,” you sighed again, Genma was right.

“Look on the bright side, you don’t have to take birth control anymore,” you laughed for what seemed like the first time and months.

“Genma I stopped taking that about 6 months ago when Kakashi stopped getting hard for me,” Genma laughed at that, not expecting you to be so blunt about it.

“Well, Y/n, long time no see,” you stopped for a minute, shocked you looked up to meet Kakashi’s gaze.

“O-oh, Kakashi hi,” he scoffed.

“When you told me you were breaking up with me I didn’t know it was because you wanted trash,” you sat back surprised by the sudden venom in him.

“Kakashi don’t be rude,” I tried to finish but he cut me off.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend anyone. I didn’t take you as the person to leave someone for someone else Y/n” he spat my name like it was poison.

“Kakashi Hatake, If you would be so kind as to meet me outside,” now I was pissed, what the hell got into him.

“Gladly” he responded while he followed me to the back door.

Once you got outside you were the first to speak. “What the heck was that Kakashi? You haven’t seen me in two weeks and that’s the first thing you do. Why were you even in the bar in the first place?” you glared up at him not happy with how he was treating your friend.

“I was there with Yamato. Why were you there with Genma? Why didn’t you tell me you left me for someone else Y/n?” he spits the first sentence but you could tell in the last sentence he was hurting.

“I didn’t leave you for someone else-,” Kakashi cuts you off before you can finish.

“Don’t lie to me Y/n,” his eyes were hard and cold.

“Kakashi, will you listen to me, please. I know you’ve never listened before, but you can’t cut me off if you want your questions answered,” he was surprised by the calmness in your voice.

“What do you mean I’ve never listened to you, I always listen to you Y/n and,” he let out a sigh, “I didn’t mean to keep cutting you off like that,” he looked down at his feet.

“Kakashi if you did listen to me we wouldn’t be here right now. If you had listened to me then we would still be together, but you don’t listen, you never listen,” you let out a sigh, “you used to always listen to me, but this last year and a half you’ve done nothing but ignore me,”

“I haven’t ignored you Y/n, we’ve done lots of things together. I mean, I guess the last couple of months It might seem like I have but not the last year,”

“You have though,” you sat down on the steps to the door.

“When Y/n? These last two weeks without you have been awful, I haven’t been able to eat or sleep,” he ran his hand through his hair and sat down next to you.

“It started when you died. You died fighting Pain, I watched it happen,” you brought your hands up to your face and looked down. “It- it still haunts my dreams. Seeing your lifeless body, not hearing your pulse beat. What makes it so terrible is it’s not just a nightmare. It did happen, I watched it. After you woke up you went off to find Naruto. I didn’t get any reassuring word or even a kiss, all I got was a ‘where’s Naruto’ and an ‘I’ll be back later Y/n’. After you found Naruto I only had a day and then you went off to find the Raikage. Then the war happened and now you’re Hokage. Every time I tried to talk to you about the night terrors something came up. Most nights you were too tired to even talk to me. I started to set up dates so that way I could tell you or at least be with you, but you never showed up to any of them. After that, I didn’t even care about telling you I just wanted to be with you. It never happened though, you rejected any form of affection I gave you. At that point, I had a wounded self-esteem and frequent anxiety attacks,” the tears were flowing silently down your face as you told him what you had been wanting to for a while. “It’s w-why I broke up with you, I was falling into a deeper depression every day,” Kakashi moved closer wrapping his arms around you so your face was to his chest. You looked up at him and gasped quietly.

“Kakashi,” you whispered, “don’t cry” he kissed your forehead.

“How am I not supposed to cry when I was hurting you and didn’t even know it,” he sighed, “Y/n, I’m so sorry. I-I had no idea, I should have but I didn’t. I understand why you did it. I can’t even imagine watching you die. It hurts too much,” Kakashi’s voice cracked and so did your heart. You didn’t like him being sad.

“I’m sorry, Kakashi,”

“Sorry for what Y/n? None of this was your fault,” he moved his hand down to wipe your tears.

“Yes, this all could have been avoided if I had just told you,” Kakashi lets out another sigh.

“It was my fault. You tried to tell me, but I promise you Y/n if you give me a chance it will never happen again,” you move back from him and put your pinky finger in front of him.

“Pinky promise?” Kakashi chuckled at your childish antics.

“I pinky promise,” he wrapped his pinky around yours and then leaned in for a kiss.

“I love you Y/n,”

“I love you too,” you leaned in and kissed him once more, “now, go apologized to Genma because he was the kind one who told me I should give you a second chance,”

“He did?”

“Yes, he did, he said his girlfriend gave him and a second chance and it’s been great ever since,’

“Girlfriend?” you could tell he felt stupid for making such wild assumptions.

“Yes, his girlfriend, now go apologize,”

“Right, and then afterward can we cuddle, then have make-up sex, and then cuddle some more?” he pouted like a child.

“Of course we can” you laughed and kissed him.

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the8gates · 3 years

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The Shadow Lengthens

Atsuko Kamiyama, a master of Genjutsu and a former trainer for Itachi Uchiha is left to care for Sasuke after the Uchiha Massacre. She soon finds herself in over her head with raising the young boy and navigating her love life at the same time. As things progress, and frankly get much worse, she will be left with several life altering decisions.

I'm writing this fic because I couldn't find anything else like it and ya know what they say, write what you want to read. Plan on sticking to canon as close as possible. I just wanted to provide Sasuke with a parental figure throughout the show and work out some kind of patchwork family in the process. Self-Indulgent 100% with lots of fluff in the beginning, angst, and some down and out trauma. Please let me know what you think!

Read Chapter 1 under the cut!

Chapter 1: An Early Meeting and A Heavy Request

They had sent Kakashi Hatake to retrieve her. Early in the morning, the sun barely peeking over the horizon, there was a knock at the door and, before she had much time to wake up, she was being escorted to the office of the Third Hokage.

As she attempted to rub her eyes to life with the palms her hands, they walked.

“So, why am I being summoned again?”

She asked through a yawn. Being up this early was never a good thing. The usually lively streets were still empty and, aside from the stray clank of pots and groans of floorboards, completely silent. The streetlights were still on, buzzing lightly and reminding her that they were in the purgatory of the day. There was a peacefulness in being up before the rest of the world had a chance to open their eyes. However, it also managed to feel like the loneliest time of day.

“They wouldn’t give me all the details but claimed it was urgent. I just returned from a mission or I wouldn’t be up either.”

Kakashi replied, clearly also uncomfortable by the situation. She didn’t know him well, but she did know he had a habit of being late. Showing up to meetings and training sessions sometimes hours late. For him to retrieve her immediately at the Hokage’s request? Something was definitely strange and, the more she thought about it, the more her stomach turned.

“Well, it better be pretty damn urgent to interrupt my beauty sleep.”

She scoffed, trying to lighten the mood and wake herself up a little. The man beside her let out a half chuckle and she smiled ahead in turn. She may not have known much about Kakashi but she had admired him from afar. He was always alone, nose in a book, walking leisurely with a single hand in his pocket. Quiet and reserved. Making him laugh, even if it was more like a release of air from his nose, was a win in her book.

They walked the rest of the way in silence. As they got closer to their destination, the sun rose and people began to filter out into the streets. The village began to thrum with life, ever so slightly, but steadily. She found that, by the time they reached the double doors to the Hokage’s office, she was also perking up.

Kakashi opened the door for her and she moved past him. In front of her sat the Third Hokage, Danzō Shimura, and the two elder advisors, Mitokado and Utatane. That wasn’t so strange. The part that made her nervous was that there were no other Shinobi. No Anbu like Danzō usually travelled with. No guards of any kind. Any of the calmness she had gathered during her quiet stroll with Kakashi was sapped from her in an instant.

The Hokage was the first to speak.

“Thank you, Kakashi. You may excuse yourself.”

With that, Kakashi gave a subtle bow and shut the door he had previously held open for her. She snapped her head back forward, looking at the council in front of her and raised an eyebrow.

“What’s this about?”

She asked, a tinge of apprehension in her voice. She was a shinobi, trained to keep her cool in any situation, but her palms were sweating.

“Please, have a seat.”

This time, it was Utatane who spoke. She did as she was told, taking a seat in the chair placed in the middle of the room, crossing her legs to keep from bouncing them. After a few beats of silence and awkward tension, the sound of lips parting in preparation was overwhelmingly loud. She turned her head in the direction of the noise.

“I suppose there is no easy way to say this. Last night, the entire Uchiha clan was wiped out.”

Danzō stated, as if he was unphased by the words he spoke. Her eyes widened, mouth dropping open and immediately looking to the Hokage and advisors for confirmation. Lord Hokage nodded, a solemn expression on his face. The entire clan… Sasuke... Itachi… her heart was pounding in her ears and she could feel her chest rising and falling rapidly. She moved her lips to form words… anything. A question. Something. Before she could manage a sound, Lord Hokage spoke up.

“We still don’t know much, but it seems like Itachi Uchiha was responsible for the attack and has since fled the village.”

Itachi? No. That wasn’t possible. He couldn't do something like that. No. Maybe the right phrasing is he wouldn’t do something like that. Still, her heart sank. She knew they weren’t lying to her.

“All of them?”

She asked, voice hoarse and mouth dry. Her eyes bounced between each person in front of her frantically.

“Sasuke Uchiha is the sole survivor.”

It was Danzō speaking again. Her hand came up to cover her open mouth, eyes squeezing shut in disbelief and anguish. If Sasuke truly was the only survivor… Itachi really must have done this. Why? Why would he slaughter his own clan and leave his younger brother the only survivor? It just didn’t make sense. Itachi was powerful, yes, but he was calm and wise well beyond his years. He never bragged about his abilities, even when he had every right to. He thought things through and was careful when he spoke. He wouldn’t just snap like that… She genuinely couldn’t understand what would cause him to do something like this. Except… defending the village and Sasuke. Those were his biggest motivations, clear to anyone who happened to look him in the eyes. Had the Uchiha clan done something to hurt Sasuke or the village? No… maybe she just didn’t know Itachi as well as she thought. Maybe he was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, waiting for the right moment to strike and demonstrate the extent of his power… taking out an entire clan was incredible. Maybe that was his goal all along...

She realized her thoughts were racing and she was beginning to lose her cool. There would be time for that later, in the privacy of her own home. Now, she had to focus. She was called here for a reason. She took several deep breaths before removing her hand from her face, inhaling deeply through her nose and opening her eyes with the exhale. She had to keep it together, especially in the presence of the Hokage and the village elders. When she raised her head back up, she met the eyes of each person for a brief moment.

“Then, have I been called in to track down Itachi?”

She questioned. It was the only thing that made sense and was really the only thought she could grasp as her mind whirled with questions. She had trained Itachi in Genjutsu for several years. She knew him well and knew how to best counter his Sharingan. Surely he had already been declared a rogue ninja and they needed someone with intimate knowledge of his abilities to assist in recovering him. Her brain was working in high gear already, conceiving all of the places Itachi could have fled to and what his explanation for this would be when-

“No, that’s not why we have called you here.”

Her thoughts were interrupted by Lord Hokage. She realized she had unfocused her eyes as she was lost in thought. She snapped her eyes up to meet his, furrowing her brow.

“You think I’m involved?”

She questioned again, but even that sounded ridiculous. Lord Hokage shook his head and she was truly confused.

“Then why am I here?”

This meeting wasn’t just to break the news to her. They needed something from her. If they didn’t, she would have found out like everyone else. Grapevine gossip. What exactly was going on here?

“Sasuke Uchiha is the last remaining member of the Uchiha clan. He is young and especially vulnerable. We are unsure why Itachi left him as the only survivor when he struck down even his own parents. You trained Itachi in Genjutsu for a number of years and are well integrated in that family. We have called you here to let you know that, since he has no living relatives, Sasuke will be turned over to your care.”

Her eyes widened at the Hokage’s words. Turned over to her care? What exactly did that entail? Yes, she had trained Itachi for a number of years and she had known Sasuke since he was born but… she was never a guardian for Itachi. She was a teacher and family friend. That’s all.

“I don’t understand. Why me? What do you mean turned over to my care?”

“We selected you for several reasons. You have deep ties with their family thanks to your training of Itachi for the majority of his young life. You also have intimate knowledge of the Sharingan that most do not. We believe you can assist Sasuke in mastering his ability. Ensuring he can protect himself and, someday, rebuild his clan so the Sharingan trait doesn’t die out. Turn over to your care meaning you will become Sasuke’s caretaker and sensei from here out. This is considered an S-Rank mission that will be considered complete once Sasuke reaches Genin level.”

Lord Hokage finished, not giving her any particular look. Her brows still furrowed, she considered this heavily. It was strange how he started by tugging her heartstrings, playing on her connection to Sasuke and Itachi, then ended by advising her it was a mission. This meant it was not optional. He was making sure his bases were covered so she couldn’t deny or argue against this… mission. It still didn’t make sense. As far as she knew, the Hokage and the council were not particularly in charge of re-homing orphans. In fact, they were typically left to fend for themselves. Like Naruto Uzumaki. He was the last remaining member of his clan and the son of the Fourth Hokage. Yet she knew he had no guardian and was left to live alone his entire life. He was even the same age as Sasuke.

She directed her eyes back at the Third Hokage, brows still furrowed and eyes narrowed.

“And if I refuse?”

She was testing the waters with that question. There was something they weren’t telling her. This wasn’t just about concern over Sasuke’s wellbeing. All of her nervousness and sorrow was replaced with a deep skepticism.

“Unfortunately, that’s really not an option. You have been selected for this mission and it is one that must be fulfilled.”

Danzō stated. A thinly veiled threat that didn’t scare her much. She turned her distrusting face to him.

“So, even if I refuse, Sasuke will be placed with me. What if I leave the village or refuse to train him outright?”

More than testing the waters now. That was a full threat of insubordination. It’s not that she didn’t want to take in Sasuke. He was a sweet boy and, if Itachi was any indication, would grow up to be a powerful Shinobi. She was more so fishing for information. Trying to get them in a position to answer all her questions.

“If you are saying that you intend to leave the village to avoid a mission you have been assigned, then you will not make it out the doors of this office. You will be deemed a rogue Shinobi and arrested immediately.”

Danzō replied and she gave him a crooked grin, challenging him.

“You make the mistake of assuming that the person in front of you is nothing more than illusion. If I wished to leave the village without raising alarm, I would do so successfully.”

“Enough!”

Lord Hokage spoke up finally, clearly tired of the threats and animosity. She tore her eyes away from Danzō’s to focus back on the Hokage.

“I’ve heard enough. Miss Kamiyama, this mission is of the utmost importance and, to put it simply, you cannot refuse.”

Of course not. She wouldn’t have anyway. Maybe he was calling her bluff. With a sigh, she sat back in her chair, not realizing the exchange with Danzō had caused her to sit forward and uncross her legs. As she settled back into position, smoothing her hands down her pants, she spoke again.

“I apologize for the outburst, Lord Hokage. However, I still fail to see the logic behind this decision. On paper, yes, I would be the ideal candidate for caring for and training Sasuke. I just wonder why you and the council have suddenly started to care about the well-being of young orphans in this village.”

It was the Hokage’s turn to sigh.

“I’m not sure what you mean by that. We do everything we can to make sure the children in this village are safe and cared for-“

She interrupted him immediately.

“Naruto Uzumaki?”

“Just what are you suggesting?”

She rolled her eyes, a clear sign of insubordination and disrespect. At this point, they were essentially forcing her to raise a child. The least she could do is not give in without a fight.

“That boy has been alone since birth. He is left to his own devices and, because of the nine tails sealed inside him, is treated like dirt by just about everyone in this village. He was not appointed a guardian or trainer to help guide him when he is obviously in desperate need of one. So, why is Sasuke a special case?”

There was silence from the entire board. Check mate. The answer was, on paper and with the information they had presented her, Sasuke was not a special case. The defense that his Sharingan was to be protected fell apart when you compared it to a child with a demon sealed inside him being left alone his whole life. Whatever they weren’t telling her had to be detrimental to their case. As the silence started to become heavy, she spoke again.

“You are asking me to give away years of my life to raise a child who is not mine. While I care for Sasuke and want to see him succeed, I also value my own time and life. I believe I am owed compensation in the form of answers. If I don’t receive them, then I suppose you may as well label me a rogue Shinobi right along with Itachi.”

There was no malice in her voice this time. She was stating simple facts. If they didn’t provide her with the truth, she would recall the clone that sat in front of them and leave the village. Now, whether or not they called her bluff was up to them. Looking at the expressions they were sharing with one another, however, she doubted they would. Danzō being the one exception. He was stoic as ever, but his Chakra pulsed. Clearly agitated by her outright disrespect.

As this standoff continued, the sun had rose fully. She could hear the bustle of the village. People chattering. The floors in the halls outside of the Hokage’s office started to creak as Shinobi moved through. Children laughing… her heart ached against her wishes. The thought of Itachi… murdering his entire clan and of Sasuke, alone and probably terrified at this very moment. She was downplaying her relationship with them in her conversation with the Council. She cared for both Itachi and Sasuke deeply enough to give her life for them. Itachi was a brilliant student and a thoughtful, calm, boy. He had brought Sasuke along to more than half of their training sessions. He would sit on the sidelines and watch in awe of his older brother. Even offered to be placed under a Genjutsu several times when Itachi needed to practice. Whatever Itachi did in those Genjutsu’s always left Sasuke in a fit of boyish giggles. As her training with Itachi progressed, she was invited to dinner at the family home and their mother even tried to set her up on a couple dates with the of age Uchiha men… they had become like a family to her over the years. To think they were all dead by Itachi’s hand… her chest tightened and that physical reaction caused her to snap back to reality.

Thankfully, she hadn’t ducked her head this time while she was lost in thought. She was still staring straight ahead at the Hokage when he finally spoke and broke the silence.

“Fair enough, Miss Kamiyama. If you would like to know the truth as to why we are requesting this of you, I will give you the answers you seek.”

He said it like the words were being physically being pulled from him. The elder advisors exchanged a worried look but turned back to face her either way. She perked up, straightening her back, and nodded for him to continue.

“However, understand this. Once we have told you the truth, if you were to ever repeat a word of this to anyone it would cause many issues for the village. Even, perhaps, some kind of uprising. If you ever speak on this to anyone, we will deny the accusations and you will be imprisoned for the remainder of your life.”

After this warning, she nodded again. If he was trying to scare her it wasn’t working.

“Lord Hokage, I completely understand the repercussions. Rest assured, the information you provide me with today will not leave this room. I simply want to know what I’m agreeing to. That is all.”

She tried to sound as genuine as possible. She did mean what she said. There was never any intention of repeating what they told her. She wanted to know for her own sake. If they were going to ask this of her, the least they could do is tell her the truth. Others would likely take notice as well, but if she had all the answers, a lie would be easy to craft. Something with no holes to be pried open because she would know what bases to cover specifically. It really was the best option from a logical standpoint… with the added benefit of satiating her curiosity.

Lord Hokage nodded, seeming as satisfied with her answer as one could be in his situation.

“Very well. I shall tell you the true story.”

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The silence that followed the conclusion of Lord Hokage’s story seemed to stretch on for an eternity. She could feel her pulse, hammering, in every part of her body. Her throat, burning with the effort of holding back hot tears and everything she wanted to scream at them. Itachi had been forced to make a decision because of the sins of his elders. One of his final requests before leaving the village was that she take care of and train Sasuke and that, if this didn’t happen, he would tell the entire Shinobi world about what they had done. The Uchiha Clan and the council of the Hidden Leaf had placed a child in the middle of their power struggle and because of that…

How… disgusting.

Just when were the adults in this village going to be held responsible for any of their actions? The wars and the hatred they brought, bred into their children and passed on for generations. The cycle would never end… The Uchiha massacre was proof of that. If Sasuke were to never learn the truth, he would hate and seek vengeance against Itachi his entire life. That hatred would consume him. The quest for revenge was one she knew well. She had seen it rot many fine Shinobi from the inside out and, oftentimes, even once the vengeance had been served, it left them hollow. On the other hand, if Sasuke ever did find out the truth, he would seek vengeance against the Hidden Leaf for their manipulation of his brother. He would become exactly what they had tried to eradicate. This was the cycle of hatred. No escape. Predestined.

The strength it was taking for her to remain silent was making her nauseous. After a few more moments of soul sucking silence, she took a deep breath. Despite the anger and sorrow she felt, her mind fell silent. She couldn’t say she was shocked by the information. This was the way of the Shinobi world. Always kill or be killed, no peace or acceptance.

Finally, she gave a single nod of her head, making sure to speak evenly and not allowing her voice to waiver.

“Where is Sasuke?”

Her eyes fell on Lord Hokage again, full of detachment and disdain.

“He is still on the Uchiha clan property.”

She gave another curt nod and stood from her chair, turning her back to exit with no other words. Lord Hokage stopped her right as she grabbed the handle to the door.

“Again, Miss Kamiyama, you must not ever repeat a word of this to anyone. Including Sasuke. The consequences would be-“

She cut him off again, still not looking back, her voice raw from keeping her tongue in check for so long.

“You should not concern yourself. I will take this to my grave. I would be too embarrassed to utter a single word about what occurred.”

There were a few more beats of uncomfortable silence before she finally pushed the door open and made her way out into the hall, letting it swing shut behind her with a bang.

As she made her way to the stairs outside the Hokage Tower, she noticed Kakashi leaning against the railing with a book in his hand. He shut it quickly, taking in her stiff posture and eyes filled with nothing short of murderous intent. He spoke cautiously,

“I was asked to escort you back home as well.”

She shook her head, looking straight through him like he was no more than a mirage.

“That won’t be necessary.”

With that, her clone was recalled and disappeared in a cloud of smoke.

As the Jutsu was undone, the clone's memories came flooding back. In an overload of information, she sat up straight in her bed with a gasp, barely making sense of it all. She threw the covers off and began pulling her clothes on at lightning speed. She could process everything else later, getting to Sasuke right now was priority number one. Rushing out through her bedroom window, she leaped across rooftops as quickly as possible.

As she arrived at the Uchiha clan archway, she noticed the police tape lines and moved over them. This time, she ran towards the only place Sasuke could be. The pathways that were usually so lively with clan members were empty and desolate. The smell of iron filled her nostrils and pools of dried blood littered the streets. Her head began to swim with thoughts of the kind boy she once knew, slaughtering his kin. Of Sasuke witnessing all of this carnage. Against her will, tears began to well in her eyes. She tried desperately to blink them away but her body wouldn’t allow it, they just kept coming.

When she finally reached Sasuke’s home, she called out for him.

“Sasuke!”

Despite her desperation, she opened the front door slowly, afraid of what she may find inside. Nothing in the foyer, no Sasuke and no blood. She called his name again inside the house, no response. Moving back outside to the rear of the house, her head whipped around, searching.

Then she saw him. Standing in a doorway with his back to her, head ducked down as he stared at the floor. She approached slowly so as not to frighten him.

“Sasuke…”

His head immediately shot up, whipping around to see who was behind him. His large, dark, eyes were spilling over with tears. His bottom lip trembled and her heart fully broke. Immediately, he broke into a sprint towards her, wiping at his eyes with small hands.

“Atsuko sensei!”

He cried, voice cracking. She dropped to her knees immediately as he reached her. He threw his arms around her neck and she drew him, an arm around his torso and her hand on the back of his head, holding him tightly to her chest. She squeezed her own, teary, eyes shut as he sobbed against her. The sound of his small voice as he cried filled her with so much pain she could hardly stand it. Tears ran down her cheeks as she tried desperately to regain some strength for him. Burying her nose in his hair and kissing the top of his head, she drew in a shaky breath. She turned her head back up and looked at the spot where he previously stood, finally seeing what he had been staring at. Two large, overlapping, bloodstains.

As hard as she tried to hold it in, a choked sob tore its way out of her throat. She held him tighter, finally letting her resolve go and crying into his hair.

“Oh Sasuke… I’m so sorry…”

She whispered, voice full of sorrow. This made the boy in her arms sob harder and she cursed herself internally. Here was another adult, crying in the arms of a child. With a couple sniffles and some deep breaths, she regained her composure. Rubbing Sasuke’s back softly, she gave him all the time he needed to be vulnerable. Allowing him to sob and scream and pound her chest with tiny fists. All the while making a silent vow to never, ever, see him hurt like this again. It tore her heart into pieces, seeing him like this. He was always such a happy child. Sweet and beautiful with his big curious eyes and unfiltered smile. Damn the Third Hokage. Damn Danzō. Damn the Uchiha Clan. Damn them all to hell for hurting this child.

They stayed this way for some time. Until Sasuke decided to pull away from her, wiping at his eyes and standing on his own two feet again. He stared down at the ground and she finally got a good look at him. His sleeve was torn and there was a cut on his upper arm. He was covered in dirt and specks of blood. Long tear stains ran down his cheeks, eyes puffy and red from crying. She reached out and wiped away some of the tears from his face with her sleeves and he finally looked up at her again. God his eyes… he’d aged over night.

She pushed past the gut wrenching ache that realization brought and gave him a sad smile, speaking softly and trying not to shock him.

“Sasuke… you’re gonna come stay with me for a while, if that’s alright?”

So many things had been decided for him in the past 24 hours. The least she could do was let him know he had a choice. If he didn’t want to come with her, she wouldn’t force him. Secrets of the Hidden Leaf be damned. Still, the boy nodded with a sniffle, wiping his nose with his shirt.

“C‘mon. Let’s get some of your things and I’ll take you home to get cleaned up…”

She stood slowly, leaning down to pick him up and hold him like before, his head buried in her neck. She walked back into the house and to his room, gathering clothes and other items and tossing them into a book bag one handed. She didn’t want to put him down. To force him to walk or look at his surroundings. He’d seen enough. Tossing the bag over her free shoulder, they left the house.

“We can come back if you want in a couple days if there’s anything… special you need.”

He sniffled again, nodding his head against her neck in response. With that, she started the trek back to her home. Or rather, their home.

Read the rest on AO3! This story is already 17 chapters long and I upload a new chapter every Friday!

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headoverheelss · 3 years

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The group of ninjas ran to Hana’s body after they were free from the barrier that held them back. She was laying in a pool of her own blood. There was a gash on her side. Akito had stabbed her pretty good before Hana was finally able to stop him.

Kakashi was having trouble breathing. Here was his pup on the brink of death because she had to sacrifice her own life to protect everybody else, to protect him. He couldn’t do this.

Gai noticed that Kakashi stopped running with the rest of them.

“Kakashi what’s wrong?” Gai walked towards him. He cupped Kakashi’s face with his hand.

“I can’t do this Gai. I can’t watch her die.” Tears were flowing down his face.

Gai pulled Kakashi’s forehead to his.

“Rival, I know how scared you might be right now. I know I’m terrified right now but we promised when we adopted Hana that we would be with her always. And right now she needs us. So whenever you’re ready, we’ll go over together okay?” Gai held out his hand to Kakashi.

Kakashi took a breath. Gai was right. Their daughter needed them. Kakashi took hold of Gai’s hand and both of them ran towards Hana and the group.

Rin was trying her hardest to heal Hana but the girl’s body was mutilated beyond repair. Hana had already lost so much blood already.

Rin could feel herself getting frustrated. This was no time to lose concentration.

Hana was still conscious surprisingly but she could feel herself slipping away.

“Rin..rin..” Hana’s voice was scratchy.

“Hana! Don’t exert yourself.” Rin was using her medical voice on Hana.

“Rin,,it’s okay. You can stop.” Hana heard the collective cry of dissent from the group surrounding her.

Rin looked at Hana. This went on for a second before Rin relented. The medic went to stand by Obito.

“What’s wrong! Why did you stop?” Kiba was angry.

“Kiba. It’s alright there was nothing more she could do for me.” Hana could feel herself struggling to talk.

Kakashi and Gai moved closer to Hana. They both knelt down by their daughter.

“Hey pup.” Kakashi smiled sadly at Hana.

“I’m so sorry, Kakashi.” Hana was crying.

“No, no darling don’t cry. You have nothing to apologize about okay.” Gai took his daughter’s hand.

“Your Dad is right pup. We’re so proud of you.” Kakashi stroked Hana’s hair out of the way.

“Stay with me.” Hana was scared.

“Always.”

Kakashi’s statement was echoed by the group.

Hana looked at every person. They all became her family in the couple of years she lived in Konoha. And she even got her Suna family back too. She took a few seconds to remember Baki. She would be seeing him soon though.

“Gaara, Kankuro, and Temari. Promise me that you guys will take care of eachother.”

Gaara nodded his head. Tears started to fall from his face. Kankuro gave Hana a look like he would never dare to leave his siblings. Temari held onto Shikamaru’s hand and gave a nod.

“Lee, Kiba, and Shikamaru take care of them and treat them respectfully like I know they’ll treat you.”

The three shinobi’s gave her a salute and went over to console their partners.

“Asuma you better treat Kurenai correctly or I’ll come back and haunt your ass.”

“Don’t you worry, Hana. I got this one.” Kurenai gave a teary laugh.

Hana smiled and continued to talk to the rest of the group. She told Obito and Rin that they better get married. Obito promptly turned red but promised Hana he would. Rin was already crying heavily on Obito’s shoulder, frustrated that she couldn’t save her closest friend.

Next she told Inoichi, Shikaku, and Choza, thank you for being the best adopted uncles a girl could ask for. Hinata and Shino were told to take care of eachother.

Naruto and Kiba were told that they were her best cousins and to tell Aunt Kushina, Aunt Tsume, and Uncle Minato that she loves them.

Hana told Tenten and Neji thank you for all the training practice they give her and she wishes them luck in whatever they decide to do in their future.

Ino and Sakura were told that the sleepovers the three had were probably the best nights of her life. The girls all shared one last laugh.

Hana thanked Choji, Sai, and Rock Lee were told thank you for all the times they went out to eat and the cool restaurants they visited.

Hana gave stern instructions to Sasuke about how to treat Naruto. Sasuke gave her a firm nod.

The Legendary Sannin were individually thanked for not only training Hana to her highest potential but for also being her Grandparents. Something she never had before. Lady Tsunade was ashamed of herself. She was unable to heal Hana because of damage taken in a fight earlier.

Finally there was Genma, Kakashi, and Dad.

“Genma, I really am sorry. I wish.. I just..” Hana wanted to say I love you but it got stuck in her throat.

Genma smiled at her.

“I love you forever and always. And I promise you that we will meet again and it will be like we never left each other.”

With those words, Hana felt like she wanted to stay so bad but the pain in her body was spreading and she knew it could never be.

“I’ll hold you to that promise.”

Kakashi could see the life starting to drain from her eyes. He moved to cradle his daughter against his chest.

Gai moved in front of Hana as Kakashi held her up.

“Dad and Kakashi thank you for being the best parents to me. I love you guys so much and please don’t feel any regret or guilt. This was my choice.”

Hana’s eyes were starting to close.

“It’s alright pup, we’ll be fine. Rest now, you deserve it.”

Just then something enveloped Hana’s body. Something that didn’t feel like Death bringing her home.

Bonus:

The smell of blood everywhere.

People screaming. So tired.

So very tired.

“HANA!”

Hana sprang up off her bed, throwing the covers off in the process. Her brain was moving at a mile a minute.

There was war. She fought in it. She killed Akito but she was injured badly to the point were she should be dead.

Hana’s hands moved around her body checking for injuries.

so is this heaven?

The room Hana was in looked like a regular apartment. She stood up and walked to the window.

Hana gasped. Outside the sun was shining on an intact Leaf Village. Citizens were walking up and down the streets. Kids were laughing together and playing ninja. There weren’t dead bodies on the ground or destroyed buildings.

She took one step back from the window.

Where am I?

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This one's for you, @sasukelore you funky chicken, I hope you like it! I have literally never written for him before so this was a trip.

Warning/tags; submissive(?) Sasuke, tied up, oral, intercourse, cockwarming, dominate(or I guess in control) reader, dirty talk, more sexy stuff, breeding

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“You look very good right now, Sasuke.” (y/n) said, admiring her work. Sasuke was on his knees, his hand bound to the backboard, and weak from a little jutsu (y/n) learned recently. He was tied up on their shared bed, staring heatedly at (y/n), who was wearing nothing but I silk robe that was loose and untied.

“What, exactly are you doing?” Sasuke muttered, half heartedly glaring up at his fiance. She smirked at him and circled around like a vulture, tracing his shoulders and collarbone with her fingers.

“I was thinking, we can try something different. You’re so busy lately, and we haven’t had sex in awhile. Plus, when we do, you are always doing everything. So, I’m just giving back.” she told him, stopping behind him and felt a shiver go up her spine when she pulled his head back, hearing him gasp. His cheeks were red, his breath subtly uneven, and (y/n) knew he would like this.

“What makes you think I would like this, huh?” he questioned, trying-as always- to be rebellious. But the tint in his pants, and the harshness of his breath were obvious indicators Sasuke was turned on. Extremely so, at that. The young woman chuckled to herself and bent down to give him a wet kiss to his lips, him immediately reciprocating with his own vigor.

“You’re such a horrible liar.” she whispered against his lips, licking them lightly before moving back and rounding back to the front. Sasuke lifted his head and raked his eyes all over her body, and she felt just how much he wanted her right now. His eyes were like dark molten lava, and it was making her knees buckle.

Even when she wanted to be the one in control for once, he still had her in his grip. The black haired shinobi smirked when he saw her bite her lip in arousal, trying to keep her moan at bay. “You don’t seem to be very much in control, now do you, (y/n)?” he teased, and chuckled when he saw her eye twitch in irritation.

“Your gonna regret that, Uchiha.” she muttered, taking off her silk robe to expose more of her naked body to him. She inched closer now, close enough to have Sasuke be at eye level with the juncture of her thighs. (y/n) grabbed a hold of Sasuke’s hair again and shoving gently toward her pussy. “Suck.” she commanded, surprising the Uchiha with how demanding her tone was. He huffed out an amused breath before taking her into his mouth, staring directly up into her eyes as she looks down.

He kissed around her slit, actively avoiding the oversensitive nerve, and watched as her eyebrows furrowed in frustration, her neck and sternum red with pleasure. “Sasuke, stop being such a tease and--Ah fuck! Jesus, you ass!” she moaned out, putting both of her hands in his hair now, trying to find her balance as Sasuke flicked her clit with his tongue. He circled and kissed it now, feeling his own cock respond to her whimpers. He knew exactly where she liked it, knew what exactly what would make her cum in seconds.

(y/n) groaned louder when Sasuke started to put his whole mouth on her, trying to take all of her in, licking her from her hole to her clit, back and forth until she was barely able to stand.

And with one more flick, she collapsed in front of Sasuke, her thighs resting on his own thighs. She blinked the stars away, darted her eyes to the man in front of her and her heart rate sped up as he licked his lips to remove excess juices, his bedroom eyes and smile doing things to her. “Look at you, (y/n), so wet for me now.” he crooned, his hair a mess and his cheeks rosy.

“This is not fair. I should be the one in control, you’re the one tied up here!” she exclaimed, sitting up and squeezing her thighs together. She didn’t even get to cum.

“You’re just bad at this. Now, either take this rope of my wrists or let me be positioned differently, my knees are hurting.” he ordered her, fidgeting with the ropes. The (h/c) colored girl sighed and got onto her shaky legs, planning to undo the ropes on his wrist. But instead, she had another idea. Smiling to herself, (Y/n) pulled Sasuke’s legs from under him, surprising him, then crawled onto his thighs.

He gazed down her body and up to her (e/c) color eyes, his chest tightening in pleasure as she rubbed her pussy against his clothed cock. “Now this isn’t fair, (y/n).” he murmured against her shoulder, pressing his forehead there as she continued to tease him.

“Look at you Sasuke, so wet for me, so hard.” she moaned into his ear, nibbling on it. “Do you want me Sasuke?” she heard him grunt at a particularly hard motion. “Come on, say it Sasuke, do you want to fuck me?”

“Agh, yes, fuck, I want fuck you!” he exclaimed, his patience wearing thin. He heard her laugh, making him more frustrated so he thrusted his hips up, making her effective quiet.

“God okay--Ah, just---Sasuke stop doing that for a second, let me just--!” she wasn’t able to finish her sentence, Sasuke kept thrusting against her, causing her to lose her track of mind, until she was clinging onto his shoulder with unshed tears in her eyes. His pants were now soaked with his precum and her juices.

“Hey, take my pants off, (y/n), let me be inside you.” he whispered into her neck while kissing up and down it. She panted, trying to gain some control over her breathing and nodded, hastily taking his pants off of him. She stared at his erect cock with wide eyes. He was really turned on, more so than she thought he was in the beginning.

Once off and out of the way, she got back on top of him and aligned him with her hole and inhaled slowly, inserting him inside of her until she was sitting on his thighs, gasping at how full she felt. “T-this never gets any easier.” she commented, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Sasuke hummed, “Isn’t that a good thing? You love the feel of when I slide into you, don’t you.” he whispered into her ear, and she shivered against him.

“Dirty talk is not going to give you brownie points here.” she retorted, to which he laughed, shifting his hips a bit to get more comfortable. She squeezed her thighs against his at the movement and panted.

Pulling a back a bit, she gazed into Sasuke’s eyes. (y/n) saw what exactly she was doing to him, saw how turned on he was, and how close he was to cumming already. He face is showing her that was trying to hold back, and wait until the very last moment to explode into her.

With a huff, (y/n) kissed Sasuke slowly while raising her hips before slamming down. He groaned into her mouth as she continuously lifted her hips up and down in a steady rhythm. For the most part Sasuke was quiet in bed, but right now all he wanted to do was scream into oblivion, because whatever she was doing with her hips was quite literally fucking him up.

It hit all the right spots, and in certain angles she would squeeze around him, and he had to breathe through it and squeeze his legs together so he wouldn’t cum right then and there. He felt his eyes roll to the back of his head as she went faster now. He wanted to so badly push her down and have his way with her, but the goddamn rope was in the way. The only thing he could really do in this position was meet her thrusts with his own, causing a slapping sound to echo through the room.

The pounding of flesh against each other and her whimpers and moans was starting to get to his head now. He didn’t know how much longer he was going to last. “S-Sasuke, I don’t--ugh--I don’t think I can last much longer.” she muttered to him, her breath harsh against his skin.

“(y/n) let me cum in you okay? Please, let me cum in you--” he rasped desperately.

“Do it, Sasuke, cum in me, Sasuke, fuck--” she moaned loudly, almost like a scream, and with one more thrust, he came inside of her, riding it out slowly until he was completely done. Both panting, and not willing to move, (y/n) kept his cock inside of her, feeling his cum leak out onto Sasuke’s thighs.

After a moment of heated silence, Sasuke nuzzled into (y/n)’s embrace and sighed. “That was very different to what we usually do.” he said, feeling her nod in agreement.

“But it was definitely good.” (y/n) sighed out, leaning her body weight against his. She rubbed his back, starting to come down from her high. Sasuke was still inside her, but she loved the feeling and didn’t want to let go.

“Hey, (y/n), can you untie me now please, my wrists are starting to ache.” Sasuke asked, squirming. (y/n) giggled and took him by the face, kissing him lightly on his lips.

“No.”

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How did I keep myself sane amidst a pandemic - My thoughts on books, anime, and restaurants.

Yet another review of The Shining

A plot so well written you would want to go in room 217

Hi there! This blog comes to you from a bored 19 year old who has a knack for reading crime thrillers, watching murder documentaries, and loves watching MasterChef just to see Gordon Ramsay. LOL. And did I mention that she also happens to be a Stephen King fan, because who isn’t? So here is where I try and convince you that The Shining is the best book ever written and how Stanley Kubrick completely butchered the screenplay, as well as why pasta is life.

Welcome to the Rockies!

The story takes place in the town of Boulder, Colorado, where our main protagonist Jack Torrance gets a job as a caretaker of the famous Overlook Hotel. Winters in Boulder are harsh, and the hotel remains closed as travel is not permitted with all the heavy snowfall. Now Jack is a recovering alcoholic with anger issues which led to him breaking his son’s arm prior to where the story begins. This made Wendy, his wife, question her marriage and the safety of their five year old son, Danny. Danny on the other hand isn’t your average five year old who just watches cartoons and plays with toys. He is aglow with a psychic voltage, and has frequent blackouts. In the words of old Mr Hallorann, the hotel’s head chef, Danny’s a shiner. When the Torrances meet Mr Hallorann, he feels an instant connection with Danny. He warns Jack about the hotel and its sinister secrets and how the previous caretaker, Delbert Grady, killed himself and his family. But Jack is sure that this huge and lonely hotel with its splendid views is just what he needs in order to earn back his family’s trust. But going to a haunted hotel with a troubled marriage and a psychic son? Maybe not the best idea. But in his defense, Jack doesn't believe in ghosts. Little does he know that’s about to change.

Snowbound at The Overlook

The Torrance's begin settling in the Overlook. But as winter closes in and the blizzards cut them off from the outer world, the hotel seems to develop a life of its own. Meanwhile, Jack starts growing restless, craving for a friendly drink with each passing day. He also starts experiencing hallucinations, and wonders if they are withdrawal symptoms. Danny on the other hand is experiencing his own share of ghostly sightings, like the terrifying lady in the bathtub of room 217 who seems to have never checked out of the hotel. In one instance, he witnesses her climbing out of the clawfoot tub and advancing towards him with her bloated belly and dry hair as he stands frozen in fear in a blood covered presidential suite. This narrative by King with all its details is the truly the most spine tingling I’ve ever read. Later when Danny’s parents find him in the room, a thumb in his mouth, that is when Wendy truly realizes that they are not alone in that strange big hotel. Jack goes and sees the tub for himself, but the lady from before doesn't want to greet him. Wendy, in tears, sees that both her husband and her son are being tormented by this place and begs Jack to quit the job. Danny later calms his mom down, who is weeping uncontrollably, by telling her not to worry as his daddy doesn't have the shining, so there is nothing to worry about.

Have you never heard of REDRUM?

Sure you have. Read it backwards. Yes, you got it right. And so did Danny after seeing this word in his visions countless times. It so turns out that Danny is much stronger than he looks and after failing to possess him, The Overlook has turned to an easier target - Jack. As Jack slowly starts to lose his mind, he gives in and starts drinking again from the bar in the ballroom. His hallucinations keep getting worse to the point he actually sees Mr Grady, the previous caretaker / murderer, and even has a talk with him. Danny sees his changing behavior and so does his wife, who just doesn't see the man she fell in love with in his cold, distant eyes anymore. With everything going on, Wendy takes Danny to their apartment in the employee wing of the hotel and locks them inside in fear of Jack, who is slowly slipping away from reality. But turns out this move from her proves to be disastrous, as Wendy keeping Jack away from his own son is the last straw for him. In one of his many hallucinations, Jack meets his predecessor, his buddy Mr. Grady and the two have a disturbing conversation about how fun it is to kill your wife. Yes , no one trumps King when it comes to the unique combination of horror and psychological thrillers packed into one nail-biting plot!

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The only thing I liked about the movie was Jack Nicholson’s excellent acting. Apart from that Stanley Kubrick let go of many crucial parts which were essential to the story. He eliminated the hedge sequence in the book, which was terrifying to just read. The ending was just a complete mess. I get that you can’t exactly get all the details right of a 500 page book, but at least do justice to the ones you have chosen. Anyways I’m gonna go sulk in my room over this. Bye

Is it too late to start Anime?

Hi there! Good to have you back! Ever since pandemic began, everyone’s been locked in their own house. So this led to me taking up a few hobbies like sketching and painting and binging on a whole lot of sitcoms.. My personal favorite is the alluring world of Anime. Several of my friends began watching it and I cannot exactly term it as peer pressure, but I did give in and start watching Anime too. And now my watchlist includes just a bunch of 2D characters with powers that even Superman himself can't fight. So this is my take on how a kryptonian can be defeated with Jutsu, as Mr Naruto would say. Lol. This one is for all the weebs out there.

Manga and Anime are not the same!

To put it simply, manga is a Japanese term for comics and graphic novels, whereas Anime is the term for Japanese animations.. There are many similarities between them, as they both have been created by Osama Tezuka, who is considered as the Japanese version of Walt Disney. Now have you ever seen a simple comic book? The one with black and white newspaper illustrations - like Garfield. Manga is just like that - A book of illustrations. Now we arrive at the perennial question - Manga or Anime, which is better. Both of them are equally interesting, but I personally have a soft spot for anime. The intro theme songs, intense background music, and the beat dropping right before a big fight move, all these factors pack a punch. You don’t get that adrenaline rush from just a book.

My first anime - Demon Slayer

The story begins with the main character Tanjiro, who returns home after selling charcoal in town to find his entire family murdered by demons. Pretty intense right? His sister, Nezuko, survives but there’s a twist - she turns into a demon herself. This makes him vow to take revenge and he sets off to train with Sakonji, who has trained many of the elite members of the Demon Slayer Corps. After many years of training and a painful exam called the final selection, Tanjiro finally becomes a demon slayer and is off on missions along with his sister, who unlike most demons doesn’t consume human flesh. On his missions he meets Zenitsu and Inosuke, who both have excellent powers of their own. My favorite story arc was when the highest ranking slayers, known as the pillars, were introduced. But my words won’t do justice to their powers they possess. So simply get your geek on by watching this short yet amazing series.

The Tale of Naruto Uzumaki

The hidden leaf village is not so hidden anymore! The series I am currently watching is one of the most popular anime from 2020 - Naruto. The story is set around the shinobi villages and their ninjas and how Naruto Uzumaki plans on being the next Hokage [the most powerful shinobi] of the leaf village. He is trained by some of the best ninjas the village has ever seen. Before graduating from the academy, he was a hyperactive boy with lots of energy who just wanted to be the best. After graduation, he was placed in team seven, along with Sakura Haruno and Sasuke Uchiha. This team was trained by Kakashi Sensei who is known for wielding his Chidori and even the Sharingan. The sharingan, to put it simply, is a trait passed down in families. The Uchihas are known for their sharingans and hence it naturally comes to Sasuke as well. The mystery still remains unsolved as to how Kakashi got his sharingan, as he is not an Uchiha. But Naruto does have a super power as well. Not technically his powers per se, but we can cut him some slack. After all it's not everyday you get to see a beast like the nine tailed fox sealed away in an 11 year old boy. In my opinion the story picks up Orochimaru’s entry, and it paves the way for Sasuke’s powers in the future. My favorite character has to be Sasuke Uchiha. With his effortless fighting skills and sarcastic yet cool personality, he definitely is an excellent shinobi. You have to start this show right away because once you have seen him use his fire style fireball jutsu.....the world just doesn't look the same anymore.

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My current watchlist includes Naruto Shippuden, Black Clover, One Piece, and a few other naruto spin offs. Anime was something I never thought I would like, but now as it turns out I can't get enough of it. So bye for now, if you need me I'll be at Ichiraku’s eating ramen with barbeque pork. And if you get this reference, have a bowl of ramen on me. K bye.

Home in a faraway land

Good to see you again ! Do you ever get that feeling of an intense craving for your favourite dish? Like say pasta or pizza? My favorite is pasta, but being raised in India, I can’t say no to a classic plate of butter naan and chicken tikka with a glass of buttermilk or chaas if you please. Of Course you can’t beat the taste of a home cooked meal, but let me tell you about the time I went to this amazing little Indian restaurant in Dubai with my family, and how the food there was absolutely heavenly.

Out and About in Dubai

Skyscrapers, Sleepless nights, Gold Souks and gigantic malls - these are the visions you'd usually get when someone mentions Dubai. Well, they're mostly right! I went there with my family about 5 years ago. We stayed at the Ramada, which was right next to the Dubai Mall. The mall happens to be strategically placed next to the Burj Khalifa and we got lucky enough to see mesmerizing musical fountain shows night after night. The streets are spick and span, and everyone follows the traffic regulations dutifully. We also went for the desert safari, which was no less than an actual roller coaster ride. We also visited the Gold Souk, and oh boy. The name definitely fulfills its purpose, as the entire street is occupied entirely by gold stores. Huge gold ornaments are on display like clothes on hangers. I personally don’t have a thing for gold jewellery, but my mom had the time of her life there fawning and gasping over every store we came across. Shortly after our visit here, we came across this beautiful little Indian restaurant, and you can call me old school but at the end of the day, this girl needs a desi meal, because trust me room service gets boring after a while.

Peshwa - Not your typical 5 star restaurant

Situated away from the hustle of the main city, this place still remains quite underrated. We stumbled across this hidden gem which saved us the efforts of getting back to the hotel for an overpriced lunch. As soon as we entered the restaurant, we could smell the aroma of a classic dal makhani [ a simple gravy consisting of lentils infused with aromatic spices and hints of burnt chillies ] in the air. So we got a table and had a look at the menu and it was almost like being back home. The endless variety of gravies with paneer in almost every single one of them, to at least 6 different types of rotis, a little piece of heaven in this concrete jungle! We went ahead and ordered a simple meal of rotis and some paneer delicacy, along with dal and rice. Apart from the taste of the food, which was just heavenly, the overall ambience of the place in one word, was exquisite. The restaurant lived up to its very ethnic maharashtrian name. The food was served in those traditional style cutlery, reminding us of a simpler time.

A dish you just can’t miss

If you have a sweet tooth like me, you definitely have to try the coconut barfi from this place. Made from desiccated coconuts, sweetened condensed milk, a finely ground cardamom, and a hint of saffron, this dish is a match made in heaven. It was freshly made and we could tell it by the intoxicating aroma of pure ghee [clarified butter]. So just for a day, give yourself a break from watching calories and try this mouth watering dish because here’s something to live for.

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The next time I’m in Dubai, the first thing I will do is find out if the restaurant is still there. And probably avoid the Gold Souk this time. I will most certainly go for the desert safari, because it’s not everyday you get defy gravity and drive through the sand dunes like in a Fast and Furious movie. Lol. Also thanks for bearing with me throughout this blog. See ya!

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