#itachi oneshots

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ੈ˚★ One thousand seven hundred and ninety-three.

@coolminahi asked: Hello! Can you do a Itachi x reader soulmate AU of the reader having the same backstory as Maki Zenin where she also kills her own clan??

fandom: naruto.

character: itachi.

reader: gn!

genre: drabble.

au: soulmate!

content: angst, jjk manga spoilers, mention of blood and death, open ending.

word count: 3k.

cole’s note: i know it took me forever but i hope the wait was worth it :' ty for the request and enjoy <3

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Humans were exhausting.

Living for entire eternities, seeing the birth of all stars and the demise of all empires, the gods agreed that, among so many creatures and souls that roamed through vast space, the human being was, in fact, the most tiresome: happiness was a foreign term to them, as they preferred to live comfortably in their own chosen miseries and difficulties; complaints hung from their lips like the juice of the ripest fruit in the hottest summer; the impossibility of satisfying so many prayers and requests driving the gods mad for so long that the deities' vacations were extended over long periods, leading to more complaints, more sorrows, more miseries, more requests, more prayers, more noise.

And it was so much noise that human beings created –they were never satisfied with anything. They only served to tire, to exhaust the gods.

As such, measures were taken.

The most common requests, prayers and desires that floated the most through the universe were, for some reason, the search for true love. Perhaps because they are constantly surrounded by the negativity brought by their melancholy hearts, human beings realized that there was an extreme need for comfort that they refused to themselves; an affection, a delicacy, a promise that, regardless of the passage of time, would alleviate difficulties, miseries, sadness and complaints. Maybe they just wanted certainty for all the suffering they were immersed in: one person, one love, one life.

Therefore, a new system of soulmates was created.

The gods were the only ones who could see people's nature, the only ones who could guide the same souls to one last meeting in that life, before leaving for the next one; as such, it was pretty easy to figure out which stardust went together and when they should be together –after all, it all comes down to timing. For though two souls roamed the same world, the same life, for years, they could only come together at the right moment, or misfortunes followed the souls, like plagues clinging to the weakest of creatures.

Thus, the number system was conceived by the gods two eternities ago.

However, Itachi didn't care much about soulmates or relationships in general. With so many events taking place around him, it was a little tricky for Itachi to take the time to look for meaning in the random numbers in his hand; not that he paid much attention to his numbers, their appearance piqued any interest in him.

Itachi only had one thing in mind, and he wasn't going to be distracted by such trifles as eternal love dictated by the gods –not least because none of that would make sense, not when Itachi's destiny was already mapped out for himself.

For, Itachi learned to change his way of thinking with you.

Although your presence in Itachi's life was short, just two years of brief encounters wrapped in long silences that briefly soothed your souls, the reality is that, in a way, you managed to help Itachi change his mind. Small words, speeches coming from your heart when the stars were more hidden, poems being recited by your lips, plans and ideas written by the gods gaining colossal dimension when proclaimed by you.

In reality, Itachi believed that it was the gods themselves who created you. There was a certain mystique in your soul, a deep sea of magic and stardust that gently danced through your veins, creating worlds and fantasies in your words. You looked ethereal, totally out of that world, almost perfectly sculpted by the hands of the most talented craftsmen, not just in your figure, in the imperfections that became so enchanting when embellished by the moon, but also in your mind.

“Do you think we are soulmates?”

You had Itachi's hand in yours, the number one thousand seven hundred and ninety-three repeating itself in your hand. The same number. The same location. The same apparition. The same soulmate.

“Do you want to be my soul mate?”

Itachi didn't remove his hand from yours, the heat of your body softening a little the cold that was felt that late afternoon, your touch, even so gentle, managing to comfort him for brief moments in that painful day.

You didn't answer.

Your hand returned to rest in your lap with the grace of that day's wind, Itachi's hand resting momentarily in the icy air that surrounded you. You were silent for a moment, admiring the forest that surrounded you, enjoying that moment of serenity for a little while longer. Finally, a little peace in the middle of your chaotic life.

Itachi wasn't too bothered by your lack of response; having been your friend for two years, Itachi began to get used to your small gestures and mannerisms –all your actions were already part of Itachi's daily life without any resentment being stored in his heart. Itachi knew that, if you didn't answer, you who so loved to give your opinion and unique point of view, it was because you had a reason; as such, he knew he shouldn't pressure you –instead, Itachi preferred the unknown of the forest, trying to see in its shadows something alive, trying to understand if in the midst of all that immensity of trees and bushes, there was something that would allow him to call that woods home.

“What do you think it means?”

Itachi couldn't decipher your words that day. You were different. Your voice was more distant, your timbre somewhat similar to that wind so cold, so rough. For some reason, your warm and welcoming nature had faded that day, cold gray tones painting your soul, leaving Itachi worried, yes, but also curious. It was the first time he saw you without your characteristic light. It was intriguing. You were intriguing.

“The numbers?” you looked at Itachi and nodded, your throat too raw from the outside to manage a single word. “The days it took to fall in love with each other?”

You shook your head.

You knew it wasn't something as simple, as delineated as that. The gods were tired of humans, fed up with their empty words and corrupt actions. It was obvious that they were going to be dishonest, creating numbers for the most insignificant things that could exist.

“My parents had the number two. The number of bowls of soup my mom was going to eat on their first date,” you took a deep breath and let your head rest on Itachi's shoulder. “Do you really think it would be something that simple?”

This time, it was Itachi who didn't respond.

You were right. There was no simplicity when it came to the gods, much less when the paths of love and passion were present. He didn't know why you guys got that number, or why it was such a big number, but it didn't matter to Itachi. Relationships weren't in his plans.

“Do you think we will be happy?”

Your question caught Itachi off guard, your apprehension tangling in the turf that held you so carefully, your fear lingering between you as if enveloping you in a small cloud of discomfort, worry, uncertainty. Your voice sounded low, slurred, almost corrupting the beauty of nature, as if wanting to change reality –you wanted to erase that number from your hands, from your lives.

But Itachi was left pondering your question, ignoring the intonation with which it was used, pondering with all his head and mind on that simple question.

Would you be happy?

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It was a full moon night when the river was dyed red.

In the middle of the forest, hidden among the thickest trees and protected by the most poisonous bushes, your clan's screams of agony and rage settled in the withered flowers of late summer. One after another, you saw those with whom you shared the same blood fall before you, defeated by your talent, victims of years of contempt and dissatisfaction.

You used to be tired. That night, you were completely exhausted.

As your footsteps echoed off the fragile walls of your parent's home, new screams were chanted towards you, intense symphonies of hate and revulsion harmonizing with the sound of your blade in their bodies.

Too much time had passed where you allowed hundreds of people to use and abuse their power, flooding your heart with the anguish and disgust you felt for each and every one of them. Despised men who lived too long under the protection of their village superiors knew nothing of real life and all that went on outside their fortress of flowers and shrubs; but you knew.

From an early age you were used as your clan's deity, used as a weapon of war by all who needed to make someone pay, discarded when all happiness, all hope, had been usurped from you like someone who takes a life.

One?...

Two…

Three?

No.

Four.

You were sure there were four. Four dozen lives subjugated to your talent and strength of mind that night, all convinced that they could stop you, all convinced that your impure blood would be spilled that night.

But when the clouds began to cover the bright moon that night, you couldn't hide the laughter that had been stuck in your throat since that massacre began –after all, how could four dozen people be completely wrong?

Hot-faced, splattered with the sin you had just committed, not a single red drop containing a fraction of regret, you left your clan's villa accompanied by the sounds of the night.

Nothing but the running stream. Nothing but the gentle summer breeze. Nothing but peace and quiet.

Finally, peace and quiet.

You let yourself be guided by the adrenaline that was still running through your body, wandering without any conscience through your clan's forest, through your forest. The sounds of the night were mesmerizing, cradling your weary footprints, moving with the stagger of your exhausted body; the aroma of your massacre was camouflaged by the sweet and refreshing scent of the bushes that served as a border with the real world.

And, even before another red drop fell into your hands, you crossed that invisible barrier with the lightest heart and the heaviest soul.

You couldn't tell exactly how much time had passed. In a way, everything had plunged into a paralyzing sea of suspense and calm, a confused mix of emotions toppling your fragile heart. Yes, it was true that you didn't feel the least bit sorry for your actions, after all, all your family members had died for you from the moment they used a five-year-old you to manage to win an insignificant battle between clans; but, for some reason, you couldn't help feeling a certain bitterness in your mouth, an immense weight that you felt only in your soul, pulling you down, trapping your steps, forcing you to collapse in the middle of a field of grass and moonlight.

Your knees hit the uneven ground hard, the tenderness of the grass refusing to support your collapse –anyway, you had to pay for your sins, the grass refusing your comfort would only just be the beginning.

“Another mission?”

Itachi.

It was Itachi's voice.

You were sure it was his voice.

You looked around, lost in that open space that was the scene of your encounters with Itachi so many times; but you saw nothing in the midst of the blood that covered your face, your eyes starting to burn –perhaps because of the drop that had fallen into them, perhaps because of the realization that you were now alone. Without family. Without any friends. Without a home.

“I don't know how to comfort you.”

Itachi's voice continued to echo in the open, carried by the wind and by the moon; words of comfort were woven by Itachi's lips in a sympathetic memory in you, your heart desperately looking for something that would ease all that turmoil that existed inside you.

And it was Itachi who heard your inner prayers.

Among so many destructive memories that formed tragic galleries inside you, there was always an exhibition dedicated to the happiness and comfort you found with Itachi. All gestures made by him, all conversations and ideas exchanged with him, all small seconds were trapped in a wide corridor inside you, overshadowing all the agonizing pictures offered by your family.

Itachi was a small happiness inside you, a small hope, a small life you were looking forward to living.

“And before you ask, no. The nightmares never go away.”

That’s right.

Now you understand where Itachi's voice came from.

It wasn't on your side or on top of you. It wasn't hiding among the branches of the nearest trees, or admiring the beautiful sky that night. None of that. That voice of Itachi was inside you. Emerging from the corridor you specially guard for him. It was a forced memory. It was a hazy memory. But it was a real memory, a memory that broke your fall when all your strength gave up.

Fallen on the grass, staining nature's hope of one day being as beautiful as the gods, you no longer struggled against your tiredness.

“But I will always be here. And you know that I understand you. Always."

Always.

Your lips formed a faint smile as your eyes became too heavy to keep them open, closing them slowly,, carefully,,, serenely…

Always.

Seeing the grass of that meadow swaying in the wind, Itachi's words stopped resonating inside your heart, wandering through the forest in the hope of being able to comfort another soul that needed the warmth that only Itachi could give, that only Itachi could give you.

Always.

Al…yas…

Al…

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Human were dark.

Existing since the creation of the universe, never in the existence of the gods was heard of an event as impure and grotesque as the night of the full moon at the end of your summer. Rumors spread about the events of that night, theories of how a new cult was emerging in that world of peace, making the younger ones shudder; no one knew who told the first lie, the second rumor sounding so natural to all the bakers that, by the time the teachers and nurses found out about the event, the moon was already wearing a new autumn outfit.

It was all macabre; all the details involving the two occurrences seemed taken from the darkest book of the god of war. It was all disgusting; the amount of screams that still echoed through the floors of the houses, all the red of lives lost staining every nook and cranny of the most respected neighborhoods.

“How long has it been?”

Your hands caressed the dry autumn grass. The icy night wind ruined all the hopes of the trees, abruptly uprooting all their beauty, creating colorful walkways in that dry and forgotten meadow.

Itachi was at your side, admiring the thick clouds of ancient anguishes, searching in all that darkness for a little light that would be more persistent than the great and forgotten moon.

“Not long enough.”

The sigh of Itachi's words was trapped in the bare branches of the trees, preventing your meeting from being shown to others, giving you a little privacy in that world so noisy, so busy, so changed.

You pulled your legs towards you and sought comfort in them. Your arms wrapped around the fabric of your pants, your face being partially sheltered from the wind by your legs, your tired, heavy, empty gaze, staring at nothing more than the nothingness that stretched before you.

“Will they ever stop?” Itachi looked at you, your eyes red with the sadness of a macabre past embellished by a moon full of red and anguish. “The nightmares. Will they ever stop?”

“No.”

It was what you liked most about Itachi: his honesty; but that night, so many years after your outbreak, so many years after that bloodbath, that honesty of Itachi hurt you. Not because of its sincerity, but because of its truthfulness.

You would always have those nightmares.

“Do you regretted it?” You looked at Itachi, his eyes curious with your answer, trying to decipher what was in your soul to, at least, try to appease your heart. “Of what you did that night. Do you regretted it?”

“No.”

It was what Itachi liked most about you: your conviction; but that night, so many years after your last meeting, so many years after that promise broken by Itachi, that conviction of yours was suspect. Not because of your honesty, but because of your anguish.

“You didn’t come when I called you.”

“Couldn't make it.”

Itachi was always honest, always using his quiet, low words to convey worlds of truth. He was always honest with you, a quality he came to find helpful in creating a friendship with you.

As such, you just uttered a small “Ah” that was carried by the wind to unknown lands, taking your doubt to places already forgotten by you.

A new silence settled between you, your eyes reminding your hearts of how the other was –so many years had passed and Itachi was still the same; more tired maybe, and a little lonelier too, and utterly broken inside.

You didn't know from him. Somehow, perhaps through a delay in the chronology of the stars, or misled by the wickedness of the gods, you did not hear it from him. You just heard it on the street, small rumors floating through all the streets and alleys where you took refuge from the injustice of your village.

“Is it true?”

“Yes.”

Itachi's confirmation sounded strange in his mouth and refused to settle in your ears, in your heart. He, who loved his family so much, he who bragged so much about his relatives, he who lived with an exemplary family, used the same brush as you and painted his own walls red; but Itachi's red, that which covered the Uchiha's neighborhood, was not the red of betrayal and injustice that you wore –no. The red he'd chosen was one of surprise and despair –not his, but everyone else's.

“Why?”

“Was necessary.”

You nodded and, almost fearfully, reached for Itachi's cool hand. Would he refuse you? Would he let your immoral pasts allow it to come together in a gesture so casual, so normal, so ordinary between you? Was the blood on your hands dry, now that you had finally met again after long years without farewell or warning? Was the blood on your hands already clean of all evil, now that the two of you were once again close to each other?

“One thousand seven hundred and ninety-three.”

Itachi let your icy fingers remember the softness of his hand, your fingers ever so lightly caressing the lines of Itachi's palm, creating little paths of nostalgia and innocence in his hand.

The life line: short, a little tenuous and with only one major interruption.

“One thousand…”

The mind line: curved, quite bumpy, with some flaws.

“Seven hundred…”

The heart line: lightly painted on his hand, shorter than you'd like to admit, but flawless.

“And ninety…”

The fate line: invisible, already a victim of time and consequences that followed Itachi's actions.

“Three…”

Itachi had his eyes closed, letting the caresses you made on the lines of his palm, together with your delicate memory of the number he had seen too many times, lull him into a land of never forgotten reminiscences shared with you.

The silence was cozy as you let your palm know Itachi's magical lines, his fingers closing over your hand, starting a timeless knot that was ready to last for eternities.

And you also closed your fingers, the wind stopping the suddenness of your actions, too nauseated by your union between misfortunes, wanting to leave you in peace, quiet amidst the static weather of that night, in the meadow that had always been yours.

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[13as07]

I’m Not Clingy

(Itachi Uchahi)

[Art work is not mine! Credit to Nikolaz Saavedra]

Requested by: the-fictional-wife (kind of)

Word Count: 3,466

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

First, still fully believe Uchahi's go through withdraws when away from their loved ones. Second, Itachi is an unemotional hardass 90% of his life, so I fully believe he's a clingy soft boy with his loved one.

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"Crow?" The name rings out, half registering in my still-asleep brain.

"I'm in the bathroom, Tach," I murmur, struggling to not fall back to sleep.

"Little crow?" He calls again, his voice laced with worry.

"Still in the bathroom, Itachi," I call again, my words getting muffled when I turn the sink on.

"My little crow?" He tries again, full panic in swing. I sigh to myself, deciding to leave it be. He can survive the sixty seconds it'll take me to wash my hands.

     The bathroom door slams open, banging against the wall. Maybe he can't survive it. "Crow," Itachi almost sobs, panic washing out his already pale face.

"Hello," I mutter, wiping the water off myself on the hand towel. Hands wrap around me, clinging to my nightshirt. "Hi baby," I coo, sliding my hands across his bare back.

Itachi's head buries into my neck, fingers still gripping my clothes. "You disappeared," he whines despite his effort to maintain his 'bad boy with no emotions' persona. His attempt at the normal monotoned voice he uses quickly cracks with the two words.

"I went to the bathroom, Love," I explain, lightly running my nails over his shoulders.

"I woke up and you weren't in bed. Why did you disappear?"

"Tachi, I had to pee."

"You should have woken me up." His hands loosen a bit, sliding down my shirt to cling to the hem of it.

"I should have woken you up to tell you I need to pee?" I ask, shrugging my shoulder in an attempt to look at him. He has to be joking.

Itachi lifts his head, the glow of his sharingans empathizing his panic. "Yes," he answers, his face fully serious as he looks at me.

"Why would I do that?" I sigh, dropping my head to his chest. I can't even pretend I have the patience for him right now, I'm too tired.

"So I can come with you."

"To the bathroom?"

"Yes."

I let out a deep sigh, choosing not to push the subject anymore. "Alright, Tachi."

His hands loosen again, going back to their normal lightness as he paws at my thighs. "Lay down with me."

"That's the plan."

His hands continue touching me as I slide past him, working my way back to our bed. The small walk is filled with soft gropes. Itachi's hands clinging to my arm, then my waist, then clinging to my shirt again.

After prying him off of me, I crawl across our bed, sliding under the sheets and getting comfortable. Itachi paces next to the mattress the whole time, impatiently waiting for me to get settled. Once I stop moving, he quickly crawls in after me.

I'm pawed at again, eager hands parting my thighs before he slides between them. Itachi's head rests on my stomach, arms wrapped around my leg. "What in the world are you doing?"

"Making sure you can't get up without me again."

"You're clingy, Love."

"I'm not clingy."

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"Where are you going?" Itachi whines into my hair, hands tightening around my waist as I try walking down the street.

     "Tachi, you're making it difficult to shop."

     "No I'm not," he huffs, but does let go of me, not completely though. He keeps a hold of the end of my cloak, his eyes burning into his clan symbol stamped into the back of it.

     I roll my eyes at the clingy Uchahi, turning my attention back to my mental checklist.

     Oil for Deidara's clay - check.

     Pork for dinner - check.

     Lined paper for Kakuzu's finances - check.

    Matches for Hidan's dumb rituals - check.

    Bread for breakfast tomorrow - check.

     Fresh fish instead of pork for Kisme - check.

     Hair pins for Konan - check.

     Cloth for Sasori's puppets - not check.

    I stop in my tracks, an eager Itachi using it as a chance to wrap me in his arms again. I glance up the way, scanning the market for another craft table.

     How could I forget Sasori's fabric when I grabbed Deidara's oil? Why must I do the shopping? They're a group of murderers, can't they just steal what they need? Of course not because they're all dumb and don't ever remember what they need unless I ask. Oh gosh, I forgot sea salt for Pain's piercings too.

     "Pay attention to me," Itachi huffs, head buried in my neck as his fingers knead at my stomach.

     I let out a soft sigh, shifting in Itachi's hold. "Hello, Love," I coo, cupping his face in my hands. His eyes light up, one of his rare smiles crossing his face. "I appreciate you coming with me today," I praise, planting a handful of kisses on his nose.

     "Really, Little Crow?" He whispers, eyes sinking closed and face relaxing from my soft kisses.

     "Really," I answer, pecking his lips before turning away again. A disappointed huff spills from him, hand clinging to the pocket of my cloak as he trails behind me.

     Itachi bumps into me as we walk, glancing at me every time he does so. He might look like a black cat but he acts like a golden retriever. Definitely a 'don't judge a book by its cover' situation.

     My eyes land on a booth covered in yards of fabric. Maybe the universe doesn't hate me that much.

     I work my way through the crowd of people, Itachi huffy and puffy when someone cuts off his sight of me. "Stop running away," he groans, arms around my hips and tugging me against him.

     "I'm not running away. Sasori needs fabric," I explain, squirming out of his hold. He stays huffy but releases me. Even though I'm not being touched, Itachi is still very much present. He paces around me, watching as I toy with the fabrics, checking their patterns and the feel of the material. "Excuse me?" I call, looking for the booth owner.

     "Yes, Dear?" A small older woman calls, pulling back one of the fabric strands.

     "I need two yards of fabric. Do you sell them in half or full yards?"

     "Quarter, half, full, you name it, Dear."

     Itachi distracts himself as I talk to the saleswoman, his focus being on the fabric. "Crow?" He calls, lifting one of the yards so I can look it over. It's pretty, a rich blue coated in gold stars and swirls, reminding me of the night sky.

     "Can I have a yard of that pattern too?" I ask the lady, motioning towards my clingy black cat. Why Itachi wants it is beyond me but it's safe to assume he wants me to sew something new for him. What a needy little Uchahi.

     "Of course, Dear. Give me a couple of minutes to cut and wrap it all for you."

     "Thank you!" I chirp, quickly counting out the needed amount from the stash of cash Sasori handed me. I dip into my wallet, adding the amount for Itachi's fabric before handing it to the lady. "I'm going to pop over to a different booth if you don't mind."

     "That's fine dear. I'll see you soon."

     I thank the lady again before walking towards the next booth in search of sea salt. Why can't Pain just clean his piercings with normal water? Another apology from the universe, just one booth over is a mineral table, covered in different-sized and colored natural resources.

     "Hello," I call, walking up to the booth. I glance around it in search of Pain's dumb salt. "I'm looking for some sea salt."

     "Any specific reason?" The guy manning the booth asks.

     "Um... I think my friend - " that's not the right description "- dissolves it in water. He uses it to clean his piercings."

     "How often does he use it?"

    "Once a day I think. I have the tube from his last one," I explain, digging in my messenger bag for the container. When I find it I hand it to the man, letting him read it over. "Preferably, I would like enough to last at least - "

     "Crow?" Itachi's panicked voice calls out. I turn back towards the fabric booth, a smile crossing my face as he waddles around it, shifting strands of fabric in search of me.

     "That your friend?" The man asks, laughing a bit as we both watch Itachi search for me.

     "That's my partner. He's a little... attached."

     "Little Crow?" He says, head bobbing around as he looks through the waves of people for me.

     "Anyway, I only come to town once a week or so. A week's worth would be the minimum but a month's worth would be best."

     The guy nods his head, messing around with some of the minerals on his table. "Well I have a six oz tube that'll last about five months or you can get the twelve oz bottle. That should last ten months."

     "What's the price difference?"

     "Crow?" Itachi calls again, panic quickly soaking into his words.

     "I'm over here, Love," I coo, shifting around to try and fall into his attention.

     When I'm latched into his sight, the glow of his sharingans dull from the sun and concealment of his hat, Itachi quickly scurries over to me. Fingers cling to the back of my neck, forehead pressed to my shoulder when he comes into context with me. "You ran away," he whispers into my skin.

     "I didn't run away. I was only - what? - ten paces away from you?" The booth manager chuckles again, smiling ear to ear at my separation anxiety-riddled black cat. "You're just clingy, Love."

     "I'm not clingy."

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     It's been a long week... almost two weeks since Itachi left for an away mission. He left ten days ago for some intel collection, ordered by Pain. Whether it's actually an intel mission or not is beyond me. I prefer not knowing what he does when he's away and he prefers not talking to me about it.

     Despite the time apart, Pain said Itachi and Kisame would be home today. Again, whether that's true or not is beyond me. Either way, I won't mind. I miss my clinger but I think the time apart helps me keep my patience with him.

     I stay busy when the boys of my focus are away. Groceries still need to be bought, food still needs to be cooked, chores still need to be done, and members still need medical attention. I like my life as a makeshift stay-at-home mom. It's like permitting playing housewife.

     Besides, when all the needs are met, it leaves me free time to enjoy my hobbies. Plus the salary Pain sets aside for me is pretty nice, even if Kakuzu bitches that I shouldn't be paid for my efforts. The old man is... well... old-fashioned. He believes it's a woman's job to tend to the household and the members of said household.

     "Where are you?" The old man calls, poking his head out the kitchen doors. "Your dumb shark boy and even dumber raven is home."

     "Itachi's birds are crows, not ravens," I correct, turning my attention to the ninety-year-old.

     "What's the difference?" He grumbles, face as pissy as ever.

     "Crows have straighter beaks than ravens. They also have smoother feathers, shorter wingspans, and softer coos."

     "Smartass," the money-obsessed man mumbles before leaving me alone on the porch again.

     I let my attention turn back to the project at hand. "Smartass," I mimick, talking to one of Itachi's crows. He has about ten of them, I think. Maybe more. Sometimes it's hard to tell them apart or to tell which ones are real.

     The only ones I can tell apart are his favorite one - Akako - who somehow has a sharingan and this one that I've named Kiko. Kiko has a small bell tied around his neck with a ribbon, Itachi's way of making it easy for me to find his bird. My bird. Kiko spends a lot of time with me, keeping me company when his master is away and delivering our letters back and forth.

     Kiko hops around in agreement with me, flapping his wings a bit before settling down again. "I know, right?" I huff, rolling my eyes at the old fashion-man. "He's just mad I'm smarter."  Again, the bird jumps around and flaps his wings.

     "My little crow, was I really away long enough for you to lose your sanity?" Itachi says, his usual monotoned voice in place instead of the needy whiney one he uses around me.

     "No, Kiko and I have conversations every day," I answer, smiling at the exhausted-looking man in the doorway. "He's better to talk to than most of the Akatsuki members."

     "Well, I am home. You can talk to me now."

     "I think I prefer talking to the bird," I tease, once again abandoning my project.

     "You don't mean that," he says, words shifting to a whimper by the end.

     Itachi is quickly at my side, sunk to his knees on the porch. His arms wrap around my legs, head prompted in my lap as he rests against me. "No, I don't mean it," I soothe, fingers running through his hair and softly massaging the roots of it.

     Heat rolls off of him, coating me, threatening to cause blisters even though I'm not the one with a fever. The sweat-coating Itachi makes his skin sticky, suctioning him to me without trying. "Are you sick-sick or longing-sick?" I ask, tugging his headband off. I busy my hands, smoothing his hair out and holding it in a bun before peppering kisses across his forehead. His sweat leaves a salting taste on my lips.

     "Longing-sick," he mutters, fingers shaking as they cling behind my knees.

     "Do you want to go lay down? We can take a nap if you'd like." Itachi hums a yes, trying to bury himself deeper into me. I swear the man would crawl into my skin if he could. "Alrighty, clinger, let's go take a nap."

     "I'm not clingy."

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The weight of Itachi presses into my chest, the whole of him wrapped around me like a blanket. Arms clinging to my sides promise finger bruises to be there next time I take my shirt off. Head tucked into my neck, chest to chest as he lays on top of me.

His fever has gone down and he stopped shaking a couple of hours ago. Despite him being better, I don't have the heart to wake him. Instead, I stay still under him, letting him crush my lungs under his weight.

There's a knock at the door, making Itachi stir a bit. "Come in," I call softly, turning towards the door the best I can.

The door creaks open before I'm met with Hidan's and Deidara's heads poking into the room. "Lady Uchahi," Deidara calls, face scrunching up as he looks at Itachi. "When are you going to start dinner?"

"Ya, we're hungry and you promised yakitori for dinner," Hidan adds, also a bit flabbergasted at the sight in front of him.

"Ya, I know. Give me a couple of minutes and I'll start dinner. Are you guys going to help?"

"Yes!" Deidara cheers, making Itachi stir again. His hold loosens, bringing relief to my aching sides.

"Do I have to?" Hidan groans, sulking at my request.

"No, you don't," I answer, chuckling a little at the whining immortal. "I just figured you'd enjoy stabbing the skewers through the food."

The voodoo doll cheers up at my words, his creepy 'trying to show happiness' smile on his face. "I guess I can help." Hidan hurries away, a bitching Deidara in tow by his shirt collar.

Once they're gone, I soak in the feeling of Itachi's weight and his body heat for another minute or two before I try shimming out from under him. It takes a while and a few uncomfortable positions to wiggle out without waking him, but I do manage to get free.

     My mission doesn't last long, arms wrapping around me as I go to push the kitchen door open.

     "Where are you going?" Itachi whispers, sleep-filled kisses being pressed into any part of me he can reach.

     "To make dinner. People are getting hungry."

     "I need you," he almost sobs, rubbing his nose against my shoulder before pressing a kiss to my jaw. "Come lay back down."

     "My love," I call, trying to soothe the half asleep about to cry Itachi clinging to me like a lifeline. "It'll only be half an hour. You can survive thirty minutes."

     "And they can survive giving you one night off," he huffs, hands dropping to cup my thighs. "Please?"

     "Tach-"

     "Pretty please? I need you, Little Crow. I miss you. Just a little longer. Please?" He begs, tears spilling over and soaking into my shirt.

     "Alright clingy, let's go lay back down."

     "I'm not clingy," he whimpers, tears still striking down his face as he lifts me.

     "If you say so, Love," I tease, wrapping my legs around his waist before littering him in soft kisses.

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     "Jesus Christ," Kisame groans, getting a disappointed huff from Itachi as he pulls away from me.

     After Itachi's breakdown, Pain decided to try sending me on his next away mission. It left me with a lot of prep work, making sure no one would need anything when I was gone, leaving instructions and timers to make sure everyone takes their meds, and meal prepping for everyone.

     Meal prepping was probably the most work. Partly because of everyone's different diets and partly because I didn't want anything going bad while I was away. Plus, I don't fully believe any of them besides maybe Sasori can do anything besides popping a dish in the oven.

     Itachi mumbles to himself but pulls away from me a bit, fingers still tangled in the ends of my hair. "I'm sorry, Kisame," I say, smiling at the tall shark man.

     "It's not your fault Itachi sex driven," he grumbles, rolling his eyes.

     "Don't say that," Itachi mumbles, nose scrunching up in disgust. His focus stays on me, playing with my locks as we continue walking. He must like Kisame if he's willing to love on me. Or maybe he's just happy he doesn't have to deal with his withdrawals this trip.

     "We are getting separate rooms, right?" The older man asks, glancing between us.

     "Why would we do that?" Tachi asks, hands clenching and releasing my shirt as they shift around my back. "It's cheaper to get one room."

     "Because I'm not listening to you two going at it for the next week."

     My cheeks heat up at Kisame's teasing, embarrassment crawling up my spine alongside Itachi's hands. "It's... we don't... Itachi is just clingy."

     "I'm not clingy," he answers, trying - and succeeding - at hiding the usual whine that follows it.

“Ya, and I’m not fucking green,” Kisame mumbles, getting a glare from Itachi.

“I’m not clingy,” Itachi hisses again, hands gripping my shoulders, and tugging me closer to him, causing me to constantly bump into him as we walk.

“Ya, okay,” Kisame continues, rolling his eyes again before chuckling to himself.

“You’re not making the best case for yourself, Love,” I tease, shaking my shoulders.

Itachi’s head dips, his lips brushing my ear as he talks, “I’m not clingy.”

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Open-mouth kisses press against my collarbone, small nips following each one. Itachi is soaking in the ten minutes we have alone, hands gripping my thighs, playfully tugging them open before I let them fall closed again.

“I need you,” he whimpers, wiggling against me as his lips shift further down. His legs are tangled in mine as he grinds himself against my hip.

“I’m right here, Tach,” I hum, littering kisses across his forehead.

“Not how I meant,” he mutters, shifting himself on top of me. Itachi secures my legs around himself, pressing his growing hard-on against me. “Please?” He begs, hands slithering up my sleep shirt. He gropes my chest, impatient kisses pressed into any ounce of skin he comes in contact with.

“I thought you weren’t clingy?” Kisame calls from the now-open bathroom door.

Embarrassment climbs up to my cheeks for the hundredth time today, making my skin warm as it moves up my body. I try to ball myself up, failing miserably with Itachi still secured between my legs.

“I’m not,” Itachi mutters, hands still kneading at my breasts.

“Knock it off,” I hiss, shifting myself so my knees are pressed to his chest.

“You’re actively fondling her chest. World-class clinger if I’ve ever seen one,” Kisame says, chuckling as he flops on his bed. “Attached at the tit.”

“I’m not clingy!” Itachi bitches, tossing a pillow at his partner. Kisame and I both laugh at Tachi’s tantrum. My lovely clinger and his pet shark.

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[simp-4-sasuke]

you_and_sasuke_get_along_(too much ?).txt

anon asked :

Can you write how'd ltachi react to yn being friendly and close to Sasuke?!? Or any of guy bestie?!?

-> omg first ever request yayyyy ! Tysm for requesting ♡ I chose to write it with Sasuke and hopefully I did that well ^^ I'm not new to writing but I am with making headcanons so this might look all over the place sorry ˙◠˙

# itachi×f!reader

#fluff, slight angst

# no tw here, slight jealousy that stems from insecurity on Itachi's side.

▪︎Itachi was well known for being a strong man that stood straight in his shoes, despite all the obstacles life had thrown at him.

▪︎And he had little to envy to his teammates or the other masculine figures around him.

▪︎But knowing that wasn't going to be enough anymore, it seems...

▪︎When Itachi met you for the first time, he just knew you were the one. He'd never forget the way your Chakra tingled his skin when you walked up to him with a smile.

▪︎And just like the universe had planned it, you two got together.

▪︎fuck how cliché that sounded, Itachi couldn't find any other way to describe it : it felt like his life only really started once you came into it.

▪︎Of course, he just had to have you meet his little brother, although a bit expectantly. Sasuke was one of the most (if not the most, let's be honest here) important persons to him, and the possibility of him disapproving your relationship had cold sweat sticking on his forehead.

▪︎that wasn't fortunately the case. At all, actually. Since you and sasuke ended up growing closer to each other in the span of a month.

▪︎Itachi was relieved, of course, but also surprised : he didn't know his brother to be so... outgoing.

▪︎he guessed it was for the best. There was no one he trusted more than the two of you, and never did the thought of you betraying him even cross his mind.

▪︎Itachi knew you'd never do that to him, neither would his brother, but...

▪︎apprehension left its place to surprise, then to relief and finally to something he wished he'd never feel towards sasuke : jealousy.

▪︎Itachi would drown in shame for thinking like this, never saying a word about it to you because, in all honesty, it was stupid.

▪︎but although he was aware of how unrational his jealousy was, he couldn't help it.

▪︎you'd tell him about what sasuke and you talked about today, and he'd listen with a gentle smile on his lips, though his eyes were like black coal, hiding the envy pinching at his heart. He wanted to have you talk about his fights with awe, too, have you brag about how amazing of a ninja he was...

▪︎you'd somehow notice and take advantage of a warm bath together to brush your fingers through his hair, combing it as you kissed the rough skin of his shoulder, slowly making your way to his ear.

▪︎Itachi simply stopped breathing, body stilling in fear that even a shiver from his side would make this unexpected blessing vanish into thin air.

▪︎his heart is pounding, pounding like it never did before, and itachi feels an uneasiness constric his throat as the realization that he has a heart, pumping, loving, aching, made him somehow emotional.

▪︎he listens with closed eyes the words you whisper to him.

▪︎"I love you, all of you," you mutter and he's glad you can't see his face as you press your lips against a pinkish line on his back. "Every scar, every flaw, everything, Itachi. I love you."

▪︎he exhales a shaky breath and his tense muscles relax, inching his head back until it rests on your shoulder. And he smiles, his ears catching the regular beating of your heart.

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[svfttachi]

can you do fluff of itachi where y/n or s/o is pregnant.<3<3

WC ━ 1.2k

TYPE ━ fem!reader, modern au

TW ━ mother's day is celebrated, references to reader as "mommy", pregnancy

✎ this was a super cute, but super short, oneshot that just came to mind. i'm aware it is a mother's day type of oneshot, and it would have been better if i started this one sooner, but it's whatever. i hope everyone had a wonderful mother's day, and to those who struggle with the day, i hope life gets easier for you.

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CLATTERING of pots, pans, and plates originating from the kitchen can be heard all the way across the quaint home and in the master bedroom. Waking up to the empty presence beside you in the bed wasn’t a new concept ever since you had your first child. Your child, a four year old boy, took after his father’s ability to rise earlier in the morning, so the father-son duo would usually be wide awake before you. So much like a normal morning it was, you rose from your slumber and achingly sat up straight. Your arms stretched out into the air, allowing the muscles in your back to relax a little.

With the added weight to your body, it began to put a strain on your lower back muscles, and every morning for the past seven months, you would wake up with a uniquely pleasant ache in your back. Just as you were about to get out of bed, your ears caught the sound of your husband hushing your giggling son from outside of the bedroom. A smile came to your face as you decided to sit and wait for what’s to come.

Just as you expected, the door opened inward, allowing you to face your husband and your four year old son. What you didn’t expect, however, was the large tray of scrumptious breakfast food in their hands. Itachi stood behind your son, Katsurou, taking care of holding up most of the weight of the tray.

“What is all this for?” you asked with a shocked expression on your face. Itachi carefully placed the tray over your covered legs and picked up Katsurou to sit him next to you. Immediately after being placed on your bed, you felt his tiny arms wrap around your body, and his head relaxed on top of your protruding belly. You instantly reciprocated the motion and brought your adorable son closer to you. “Happy Mother’s Day, Mommy!” he exclaimed, burying his face deeper into your stomach.

You giggled and looked up at Itachi who walked up to your side. He leaned down to place a kiss on your temple, mumbling the same phrase to you, “Happy Mother’s Day, Y/N.”

“Aw, you guys didn’t have to do all of this,” you said, looking down at the delicious assortment of food on the tray.

Easily, you could tell it took them all morning to make the food look and smell delectable. The tray held various types of food. On the big plate in the center of the tray, a stack of two pancakes sat with a decorated smiley face using strawberries as the eyes and blueberries as the mouth. They went further than that by adding strings of vanilla cream in a way to express your hair, even if it wasn’t the same color. Beside this plate was a small cup of maple syrup and a mug of hot chocolate with large marshmallows since you decided it's best to avoid caffeine during your pregnancy. Off to the side, there was another plate consisting of your favorite flavor of yogurt and two pieces of toast with butter on the side.

All of the thought that went into making this breakfast and the excitement in your son’s eyes was enough to make you grow emotional. You’d say it was the pregnancy hormones that were making you act in such a way, yet you were just grateful to have such a thoughtful and beautiful family beside you.

When your son’s dark orbs spotted the smallest of tears forming your eyes, his face turned from excited to concern in an instant. Katsuro sat up from your embrace and quickly went to wipe away your tears from your eyes. “Why are you sad, Mommy? I thought you liked breakfast like this,” he asked in his innocent, worried tone.

Itachi chuckled along with you at how clueless Katsuro was. You quickly reassured your child with a hand to his soft, raven locks that mimicked his father’s hair. “I’m not sad, Katsuro. I’m just so happy that I have you and your father that I started to cry. You did a wonderful job in making breakfast. I love you, so much, my sweet boy,” you responded.

“I love you, too, Mommy!” he exclaimed, throwing his arms around you again.

Itachi rested his hand on your shoulder to catch your attention. Once your eyes landed on his, a smile came to his face as well, adoring the beauty that is his family. “Enjoy your breakfast. I’m going to clean the mess that is the kitchen,” Itachi said in a loving tone, “I love you.”

“I love you, too, ‘Tachi.”

He pressed another gentle kiss to your head before taking his leave from the bedroom. Once the door was closed, you looked down at the food with your hands rubbing one another, trying to decide what to take a bite into first.

You began to feel a sudden poke at your arm, so your head turned to look down at your son who was looking up at you with his exaggerated, rounded orbs. It was his way of asking you for something, and just as you predicted, he spoke up, “Can I have a bite?”

A laugh escaped from your mouth as you nodded, “Of course. How else can I finish all of this food?”

Katsuro threw his hands in the air as a sign of victory before getting comfortable next to you. The two of you enjoyed the silence and ate together.

Halfway through the pancakes, you looked down at Katsuro as he started talking, “I can’t wait to meet my baby brother. Mommy, do you think I’ll be a good older brother?” His big, round eyes peered up at you in curiosity.

“I think… that you’d be a great older brother to your baby brother. Why do you ask?” you questioned. Katsuro sighed and shook his head, “I’m scared that he’s not going to like me or that he’ll take all of Daddy’s time from me. But I want to be best friends with him, Mommy.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that, Sweetie. You know why I think you’d be a great brother to your baby brother? It’s because you go all the way with surprises like this one. I wasn’t expecting you to do all of this for me, but I still feel amazing to have such a wonderful son like you to make me feel special every single day. I just know that you’ll do the same for your brother, as well,” you explained.

At that point, Katsuro began to cry as well. “I can’t wait to see him,” he mumbled through his tears of happiness. You brought your arms around his small body, keeping him close to you as you whispered, “Me too, Katsuro.”

From outside the room, Itachi stood with his back leaned against the wall beside the cracked open door. His arms were crossed over his chest, and a smile was printed on his thin, pinkish lips. Itachi heard everything that you and Katsuro talked about, and it made him gush at the conversation. He always knew that you’d be a great mother to your shared kids, and it shows in this conversation.

He, too, couldn’t wait to see his baby son come to the world, nor could he wait to see the look on Katsuro’s face when he gets to hold him for the very first time.

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[breeofbree]

Bells and Black Feathers

Itachi x f!reader

Slowburn. Itachi. OG Naruto setting. I really wanted my first Itachi fanfic to be longer since I’ve never written for him before and I usually only do quick stories. Please enjoy. Also, I apologize for the trauma and angst. But if this receives good feedback, I may make this in to a series 🫢

Bells. Bells were known in our clan as the harbingers of incoming change. We used them during clan ceremonies. Weddings, funerals, even birthdays. I was so sick of hearing bells. It was as if the drone of a metal ball racking around a hollow shell followed me wherever I went, even in to the village. Even worse, our clans genjutsu was hearing based, and you guessed it, we used bells. I almost thought I was crazy when I heard the telltale jingle faintly from beside me. I couldn’t help but check my pockets frantically to make sure mine were properly put away to not send anyone near by in to an accidental genjutsu. It was as if I’d gone crazy, hearing the chirp of a tiny bell pass beside me once again as I bump in to it,” my apologies.”

Bells don’t talk, and they definitely don’t have handsome features like the dark orbs that barely even spare a glance my way as they help me up from the beaten path on my way to the gates. 

“No, I wasn’t looking. It’s my bad, your bell made me think I was about to endanger everyone here.” I ramble on, completely awestruck at the cloaked man in front of me. Looking down, I can only hold my gasp at the sight of the all knowing red clouds. As a Jonin, we’re trained to watch for and decipher these cloaks to pinpoint the Akatsuki. But why would they be rash enough to lurk on the edge of the village out in the country? 

“Nonsense, I believe we both had our eyes on something that distracted us. As it is, I must be on my way.” He replies, not letting even one emotion bubble to the surface as his face stays as still as stone.

“Hey, what’s your name?” I ask, knowing it didn’t matter, he was a threat regardless. But the longer I could keep him here, the quicker I could subdue him.

“I believe that’s best saved for our next encounter. Farewell.” He’s already disappeared as his last word rings through my ears. It takes a second to shake the eerie feeling creeping up my back, but once composure is regained, I’m already breaking in to a dead sprint.

“Asuma! Hey! Asuma, damnit where are you?” I’m calling out to him before even hitting our usual meeting spot for missions, only to be answered with the wind. The only other shinobi with worse timing than Asuma was the only one to show up, lazily sauntering to our spot,” yell any louder and he might just hear you on the other side of the village, Y/N.”

“Listen, we’re being watched. What I’m about to tell you… you have to believe me.” I begin, gripping his shoulder so I can lean in and whisper,” the Akatsuki, they’re in the village.”

“Okay, I know we’re both well versed in pranking but this is a new level. Even for you.” Kakashi sighs, yanking at his ear lobe in mock pain. No, not mock pain… it was the signal that someone was possibly listening to our conversation. I had almost forgotten about it since we never had to resort to it, not for years anyways. It was a trick we would use in our younger years to signal when Asuma or Guy would attempt to listen to our private gossip sessions. 

“Anyways, if you’re done fooling around, I’m going to find where Asuma has wandered off to., you stay here just in case Guy shows up early.” He sighs, the only signal that shows he knows exactly where they’re at is his eyes darting to the right in the direction of the river. 

“Guy can figure out where we are, I’m coming with you.” I mutter, kicking at the dirt road and tailing directly on his heels. Kakashi spares a glance back, pointing to his eye and shaking his head no before covering it with his hand. I’m assuming it means don’t look, but my eyes wander anyways. I was good at taking in the scenery and doing the opposite of what I was told since I had the means to get myself out of trouble. What I wasn’t expecting to see was Asuma and Kurenai working as a team, yet still struggling against the man who had bumped in to me earlier and a new companion. Kurenai was in the river, looking winded as Kakashi, steps in front of me to block my vision, reaching down to grip my vest,” go find Guy. That’s an order.”

Kakashi stares unyieldingly until I relent, sprinting to the village. 

I heave deeply, resting against the side of a vendors stand when I see the familiar and vibrant neon orange leg warmers parading in the air as Guy walks on his hands. 

“H-hey! Guy! Come take a stroll with me real quick.” I huff out as quickly as I can between breaths, snapping one of his leg warmers to get his attention. 

“Y/N! I was just on my way to the gates to meet up with the team, what’s the hurry all of a sudden? Finally accepting my offer of a romantic stroll? This mission can wait for the sake of love if it must!” Guy sputters out, clambering back to the way a normal human stands. I can’t help but roll my eyes,” sure, yeah. Let’s move it. We got places to be Guy.”

He follows against my tight grip as I lead him to the river, quickly losing my patience as he mutters on. 

We finally reach the area once again, seeing not much has happened other than Kakashi looked to be wounded… internally? Maybe winded?

“The river? The perfect place for- Kakashi! No one messes with my rival except me!” Guy gasps out, quickly disappearing from my side. He lands between the two sides, splashing the water as everyone stays at a standstill. After a brief moment of communication, the two Akatsuki vanish, leaving the others to tend to Kakashi. I run across the water, quickly reaching for Kakashi with my medical abilities only to be stopped by Asuma,” he needs to go to the hospital, don’t even waste your chakra. Notify… someone.”

“Who, Asuma? There’s no time to waste, if I’m not needed here, I’m going after them!” I shout, already taking off for the treeline. 

“Y/N, get back to the village. You’ll be in worse trouble if you pursue them.” Guy calls out, quickly catching up. I can’t help but laugh,” with what hokage, Guy? We have the chance to take them out now. So let’s move it! There’s not currently a hokage to give us orders and I’m not going to sit around and wait.”

“Y/N, stop. You aren’t even thinking. His genjutsu is unbreakable.” Guy shouts, finally outrunning me to stop me in my tracks. I bluff my defeat, silently reaching for the bells at my side,” I’m sorry, Guy. I can’t let them get away.”

The bells twirl delicately around the metal rod they were strung to carefully by a clan elder the day I was born, twisting around to create a melodious genjutsu even Guy was too slow to release from. Normally, he had warning and could break it in time. But the look of betrayal as he’s frozen in to place, sends a pang through my chest,” I’ll show you the life you wish to have.”

Having to state my intentions of a genjutsu was a downfall, and I cringe at the thought of Guy’s ideal life. But I can only move forward to give myself enough distance with the bells, as once I’m out of earshot, the genjutsu may be broken within moments. 

After what felt like miles, I drop the bells back down, taking a brief second to slow down and catch my breath. The sky unrelentingly fades to grey as thunder rolls in,” because why wouldn’t it rain?”

I curse to myself, knowing the seconds before rain were precious in the effort to find any sign of tracks. I drop down to a single footprint that stops in the middle of a clearing, looking around frantically to find another. As my head whips back to the tree I was just in, a bell sounds just beside my ear. Ice fills my veins as I freeze in a slight terror.

“You’re alone.” The man from earlier breathes out. I force myself to focus my eyes to the ground and keep my cool,” yes.”

“That wasn’t a question but thanks for the clarification. You aren’t here to subdue me, you’re here for answers.” He continues, trailing a finger across my back as he circles around me, examining me almost before he continues,” you don’t know who I am, do you?”

“I don’t exactly keep my bingo book on me all the time, I just know you’re Akatsuki. It’s my job to train Genin now, not chase after criminals all the time.” I huff, refusing to look up as his finger prods at my jaw in an attempt to lift my gaze,” I’m not falling for your genjutsu.”

Regretfully, I still look up due to the persistent tug at my jaw, being met with the wondering dark orbs that I’d witnessed earlier. 

“If I wanted to place you under a genjutsu, I would’ve done so by now, Y/N.” He drops his hand, revealing the slightest smirk on his face. I confusingly take in his features as I try to figure out why they were so familiar before i land on the mutilated leaf headband that rested against his forehead, sweeping back his raven hair. 

“How do you know my name?” I mutter, reaching for the silver block on his headband to run my fingers along the slashed leaf in the middle. His hand is quick to grip mine,” you truly don’t remember do you?”

“Unfortunately, no.” I sigh, regretting that I was fully enamored with the handsome criminal in front of me. 

“We were Genin together. Itachi Uchiha.” He says coldly. The realization on how long it took myself to puzzle the pieces together hits like a ton of bricks. But I have no recollection of ever being in the same class, let alone knowing him.

I can only shake my head in response.

“If you can’t remember, let me show you.” Itachi sighs defeatedly, looking directly in to my eyes as his own bleed in to the notorious red sharingan. I prepare myself for a genjutsu, seeing as I find myself back in the classroom sitting at my desk. The day in question is hazy, but I still remember the doodle I was drawing. I also remember the pain I’m about to experience. As if on cue, my broken pencil I was trying so hard to continue to write with, slices my palm. I can’t control any movements, it’s a memory that can’t be altered. My tiny hand recoils in pain as younger me whimpers,” ah, dang it! I can’t bleed on this dress, my mom just got it for me.”

“Allow me.” The young boy beside me bubbles with a rising smile, quickly pulling a bandage roll from the backpack beside him,” my brother can be clumsy so I tend to carry extras just in case.”

“You callin’ me clumsy?” Young me accuses him sharply. I was always ‘abrasive’ as my sensei Shikaku regularly stated during our outings with Choza and Inoichi’s teams. 

“Not at all, do you always assume the worst so quickly?” The young version of Itachi questions back. My memory jogs and I can feel my current self mouth the same words I’m about to relive,” I can assume we’re going to be good friends if you’re brave enough to call me out on my crap.”

The scene fades to darkness, sitting at the end of the dock in the Uchiha compound with our feet dangling off the edge.

“Do it again!” A slightly older me shrieks in a fit of laughter as Itachi stands once again, sending a fire ball across the pond. 

“The simplest things surely entertain you. It’s amazing.” He chuckles, sitting back down as my body falls against the dock to look at the stars,” you amaze me, honestly.” 

I can still feel the heat against my cheeks at the confession I had made long ago. 

“Y/N?” He asks quietly.

“Yeah?” I question back.

“Even though we’re still young, do you ever get the feeling we’ll be together forever?” He questions sheepishly.

“We’ll always be friends, that’s not even a question. Don’t be so weird.” I laugh, reaching up to punch his shoulder.

“What if we’re destined to be more than friends?” Itachi continues with his questions, looking over to catch my pondering face,”… we’re still young. If it happens, it happens. We have plenty of years left to stay just how we are. Like you always say, it’s better to wait than spend the rest of your life regretting a rash decision.”

It flickers again, this time it’s my mother, uncontrollably sobbing at the kitchen table that woke me from a dead sleep due to the excitement of finally becoming a chunin,” mom, are you okay?”

I try to rub away the tiredness from my eyes as she shakes her head,” go back to bed, Y/N. It’s nothing you would understand at your age.” 

“Try me.” Twelve year old me crosses her arms as I watch my mothers sadness turn to anger,” you think because you’re a chunin now you can handle a tragedy in your own village? Well it’s time to grow up, kid. There was a massacre on the Uchiha compound. The whole clan is dead. Thanks to your little boyfriend, that Itachi kid. Stop putting your trust in others. Start becoming that ‘perfect’ shinobi you boast that you are Y/N. It won’t save our village, it won’t get those people their lives back. You will do so little, it won’t even matter by the time you’re my age, or even your death.”

She burst in to tears once again. Younger me couldn’t be upset at her, she was already upset with herself for having to end her career so early and our father leaving. I let her take that anger out on me, as long as it was never directed towards my sister and she never had to see it. 

“W-what’s wrong, Y/N?” I feel the small tug at my pajamas as my little sister clings tightly against my leg. I can only put a smile on my face as I lift her small frame,” moms sad because we aren’t getting the sleep we need, how about I tuck you back in to bed?” 

I still feel the pain in my eye sockets from crying throughout the rest of that night. Betrayal from my own mother and someone else I thought I’d loved. 

The genjutsu fades once again, unknown scenery flourishes around me. I look down to see I now bear the Akatsuki robe. I look forward to the faceless crowd that slowly comes in to focus, fingers pointing as they all unanimously mumble the word,” traitor.”

It becomes louder as the people begin encircling me, cornering me off like an injured animal on display. Several faces become distinct, my mother, my sister, Shikaku sensei and his friends, even the hokage that had just given his life for the village. As several kunai impale me, the genjutsu turns to red as the pain sets in.

I soon feel the gracious drops of rain replacing the stabbing ghost pains, quickly becoming a downpour, the genjutsu fades completely. I now realize why Kakashi had been so drained earlier, if it wasn’t for the ice cold adrenaline, I would’ve been passed out already.

“As you can see, we’ve met before. We were only mindless children then, cloaked by masks to hide our true identity.” He drops to a solemn tone, tilting his head upwards to bask in the quickly chilling rain before his red eyes flash back to me,” no matter how similar our paths are, our fates deserve to end differently. if you choose this life, it’s only the same. But you risk having your identity known nationwide and your idealistic life thrown away. Do you choose to face death everyday? Do you choose to betray a village you call home?” 

In the time it takes me to blink, he’s now mere inches from my face, hand outstretched,” if you can say yes, your heart is in the wrong place. Turn around and go back to the leaf. Do not pursue me any further, Y/N.”

Two of his fingers ghost over my brows for just a second, I can barely notice the thoughts running behind his tired eyes, but the slight flick of his view to the left gives him away. He decides to retract his fingers, and drapes his other hand to rest over the top of my head while I drop to my knees. My Jonin vest feels heavy with rain, maybe even regret that i didn’t even remember one of my closest friends as a child, maybe even my first love, but most of all the one who made it seem I wasn’t capable of loving anyone else. 

“How could I not remember anything you just showed me?” I babble, looking up to his now normal eyes as tears bubble at my lashes, only to be concealed by the rain. 

“Because It was a burden I relieved you of. You should be thankful.” He answers coolly, refusing either of us the blessing of breaking eye contact. I flick a collection of tears and water angrily from my face,” younger me was in love with you. We loved each other. You can’t deny that.”

His eyes trickle down to the hand fidgeting with the metal rod at my side, his face illuminating against a streak of lightning,” You’re a fool to think an auditory genjutsu would even begin to work on me.”

“No, but metal rods are great conductors of electricity.” I seethe, reaching my musical rod above me to the sky as I grip his arm that still rested atop my head. It was a weak last ditch effort, i couldn’t subdue him, but I could at least kill us both. As quickly as the white steak shoots down towards us, we’re transported further in to the forest. My hand is slightly burnt, but I find myself furled tightly in Itachi’s arms, back to his chest as his cloak billows around us in the increasing winds. I chuckle slightly,” so, you do still care about me.”

“Nonsense, I just prevented you from unnecessarily ending both of our lives.” Itachi utters out, clearing his throat.

“Bullshit. You could’ve let me fry in that lightning strike and saved yourself, easily.” I assert my dominance, twisting in his arms to face him as he refuses to let go. He looks down, smirking as he smoothes away a few strands of hair that cling to my face,” if I could love as easily as I fought against others, you would’ve been mine the day I bandaged your adolescent hand. This however, is not a life for love. My destiny is to die and I refuse for you to have any part of it.”

“Then just give me this moment.” I exhale, bringing a hand to rest on the side of his face,” I’ve just learned about you all over again and I refuse to let you leave without a word just like when we were kids.”

“You seen what I did to my clan.” He reminds me quietly.

“And for some reason, I feel like your hand was forced in to doing it. The Itachi I just witnessed loved his clan. He loved the leaf village. He defended the village he betrayed.” I share my quick observation. 

“This conversation is over.” Itachi warns, squinting his eyes in remorse and possibly a hint of anger. I just knew I was right. And if I’m able to return to the village, I’ll have some research to do. 

“If you don’t want to talk about it, then you’ll have to find a damn good way to shut me up, because I have a lot of questions.” I shoot back, anxiety of not knowing the story creeps against my body. And just as I’m about to start my rampage of questions, his lips crash against mine and his hands grip tightly at my shoulders, letting the cool rain water dripping from us both clash together, pooling down to our chins before it drips against the cloak that weakly offers us the tiniest bit of shelter. As he pulls away, his eyes flutter slowly, taking in my look of confusion. Sadly for him, it’s only created more questions, but most of all it also created answers.

“You still love our village. You still love me.” I gasp out looking at the furrow in his angering brows,” and to continue in protecting the things I love, you must not interfere or prod any further. Return to the village before you end up in the same position. This is my last warning, Y/N. Or this will end badly for the both of us.”

He pushes me against my shoulders, sending my body head first to the ground frozen, in a state of shock as the world melds to a red haze. Just as I hit the ground, an inky black feather drops on my face, restarting the chain of events over again. And again. And again. Each time I fall, the feather drops, I smack in to the ground and Itachi’s face melds against my vision as the sequence drones on for what feels like hours,” do you wish to be stuck in a loop of constant suffering? Living out your days where every last one is the same, ending with an unbearable pain… just to realize it’ll happen again. And again. And again. This is the constant pain you will feel outside of the village as a rogue. You don’t understand that by pressing further on this matter, by seeking me purposefully after this point, my only choice would regretfully be having to kill you.”

A scream tears at my throat, only to be cut off from hitting the ground again, and after what felt like a whole day stuck in the same loop, I find myself on the ground mere seconds from passing out once again. I look up to see Itachi’s face hovering above mine and feel his knees supporting my head. He swiftly brushes a rain soaked strand of hair from my face and leans in for one last breathy statement,” I truly hope one day you’ll be strong enough to understand. When that day comes, I will be long gone but I will never ask for your forgiveness.”

As my eyes shut, he scoops down for one last kiss and disappears with the sound of a ghost. Silence ushers a single black feather to land against my cheek, allowing me to finally give in to the depleted chakra ebbing towards unconsciousness. 

Bells. The pain of having to hear those stupid bells. A single chirp awakens me in a startle, grasping at the sterile white blanket around me as I gasp in the stale air. 

“Hey, lay down damnit. You’ve gone and gotten yourself in to enough trouble already, Y/N.” Shikaku sensei grumbles from the bedside, slamming me backwards as gently as possible as he sets my bell staff against the table.

“Why are you here sensei? Don’t you have more important village duties to attend to?” I mumble out, finally relaxing enough to stare at the ceiling.

He groans, pondering what he’ll say next,” with a lack of Jonin from the recent attack, Asuma rang in a favor to help track you so they could get Kakashi Hatake to immediate medical attention. We first found Guy almost six miles from you, stuck in a genjutsu. Wonder who would be rash enough to do that...”

“How’s Kakashi?” I ask, refusing to meet what I assume is his drained and less than pleased face.

“He’ll be in medical care for a while. Same goes for you. You’re almost worse off than him. With how much you two get in to trouble, I’m starting to wonder if you’re related. Anything else you want to ask, kid?” He questions, most likely already knowing the answer. I turn to look in to his unimpressed eyes,” I should ask you that first.”

He finally smirks,” we’ll keep this conversation between us so long as I don’t have to pry it out of you.”

I could always appreciate the fatherly bond Shikaku established since my early chunin days, realizing my own mother could barely provide the support or parental love for my sister and I. Shikamaru had even called me big sister begrudgingly. Shikaku finally parts his lips after thinking on it,” why did you put Guy under a genjutsu?”

So he knew it was my genjutsu after all.

“His taijitsu was too weak against our target. We were tailing the man that left Kakashi in the state he’s in now. I only did it to protect him.” I answer truthfully. It was best to avoid seeing Guy hurt, even if I feel no romantic attraction to all of his… not too subtle advancements. 

“So you proceeded to pursue someone as a one person unit you knew you wouldn’t win against? How smart. It’s a miracle you made it back with just depleted chakra and a burnt hand. It’s almost as if the target took pity on you.” He ponders, slowly moving his eyes back to meet mine in confirmed and definite disappointment.

“I was just able to use my staff as a lightning conductor to buy myself some time before being placed under a genjutsu. No one was hurt. That’s all that matters.” I huff out, turning my body completely away in anger before Shikaku sounds off my bells again in contemplation,” a genjutsu user falling for another genjutsu is unlikely, unless this genjutsu came from the power of the sharingan. I also trained my students to not pursue dangerous opponents with those kind of powers. But I know I trained my students better than that, right Y/N?” 

“Are you just here to lecture me, or are you looking for answers?” I sneer out, slowly becoming agitated at his sensei personality taking over his fatherly one.

“Both. Just as I and my jutsu are useles in utter darkness, yours is useless when you don’t use your mind to think properly. I think we can silently agree you won’t try and pursue Itachi anymore and you’ll stay here until you’re fully healed. Then we will go through some training. You, me and Shikamaru. Just like old times.” Shikaku chuckles out, revealing that without even telling him, he already knew. I toss my pillow at him in an attempt to stop his laughing,” does this mean you’re old self is coming out of retirement as a sensei?”

“Don’t throw the word old out so loosely. I’m only returning as your sensei because I think your own mind is dulling with age.” He smirks, returning to his fatherly demeanor, but I could still see the subtle look of worry behind the joking facade. I refused to notify him of my actual encounter with Itachi, but he leads me to believe he knew of our past and it’s easy for a Nara to put two and two together.

“Yeah, yeah. Now get out so I can rest up and show you I’m just fine without a sensei.” I laugh out as he shakes his head,” prove me wrong, Y/N. I’m not bailing you out of any future mistakes.”

“I’m counting on that.”

With a final word, he kicks a resting foot off the wall and throws his hands in to his pocket to stroll out the open door nonchalantly. I needed rest, and I was told not to press any further. But I had research to do, even if it was from a hospital bed. I was going to get to the bottom of this, even if my destiny entwines to meet the same bitter end as Itachi presumes his will be.

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[cosmic-glow]

Notes: During Halloween night in a small town, you meet the King of Crows.

Warnings: Itachi Uchiha x Fem!Reader; mention of death (not of the character or reader); SFW.

The mornings started to get colder, the leaves were falling from the trees, orange like the afternoon sun, you were drinking more coffee and there were pumpkins everywhere, you didn't need to look at the calendar to know that October had arrived. The city was small, but it was still very lively for Halloween, the decorations had already started, there would be a big parade and candy collection, the center would be full of people who don't like you.

Your job is to take care of the city's cemetery, it's your family's job, you are the owners of the biggest funeral home in the village and it was thanks to your great-grandparents that the cemetery was built, the funereal air has always been present and has become normal for you, That's why you never understood the way the other residents looked at you and your family, it wasn't like you were responsible for killing people, you just buried them.

Even so, they purposely avoided you, as if they would die from touching you or looking directly in the eyes, sometimes you wished it was true. And so your only "friends" became the crows in the cemetery. You are the local gardener, and modesty aside are very good at that. Always at the end of the shift, you would go to the back of the cemetery and feed them, what you didn't expect was that they would start following you everywhere, as if you were their mother. The cloud of crows that accompanied you was just another reason for the neighbors to find you strange.

It was Halloween night and you were locked in the house, eating sweets and watching an old horror movie, it wasn't bad but thinking that you could be in the center like everyone else, dancing in some handmade costume, made you feel even worse. As you began to sink deeper into this thought you heard a knock on the living room window, you turned your neck at the same moment and came across a crow, what a surprise. But when you paid more attention noticed that he had something in his beak.

Curiously, you went to him, opened the window and he remained in the same place, looking at you, almost looking you in the eyes, he dropped a small object that clinked on the window frame, letting you take it. It was a necklace, a thin silver necklace with a bright red pendant, "it's beautiful" you thought. You knew that crows liked things that shine and this one bringing you one of those things made you smile, because you never imagined that they gave "gifts" like cats or dogs.

- Put on.

The crow suddenly spoke, a deep voice so similar to a human that it made you take a step back in fright.

- What? - you asked in disbelief, thinking you were imagining things.

- The necklace... Put it on - the crow said with a little difficulty.

With shaking hands and not having the courage to disobey, you put the necklace around your neck and waited for what came next, still visibly in shock.

- Follow me - the crow said before descending to the grass and, between jumps and short flights, heading towards the forest.

You remained standing for a few seconds in the window frame, still processing all the information, you wouldn't really follow a crow that spoke to you in the middle of the night, would you? This was crazy. But at the same time, everyone was having fun in the center of that quiet town... Why couldn't your night become a little more interesting too? As soon as the crow crossed the trees and was out of your sight you jumped out the window, not believing you were actually doing that.

You almost lost sight of the bird and had to speed up to keep up with it, sometimes you lost it and stopped in the middle of the woods looking around until it screamed and so you followed the sound and found it again. "This way" he said, now with a huskier bird-like voice, before crossing behind a tree and disappearing, you don't know how. Confused and starting to believe you were hallucinating you crossed the tree in the same way the bird did, and to your surprise now in front of you was a new forest, which you had never seen before.

The trees were completely black, decorated with gold, silver and shiny objects, there was snow on the ground, looking like a large white carpet and you could see further in the background, almost hidden in the distance, the light of a possible bonfire, there were songs and conversations coming. from that direction. Your mouth was open when you felt something peck your ankle, making you look down at the same time.

- Ouch! What the- it was the crow you had followed there.

- Come on, he doesn't like to wait.

- He who? - but the bird had already taken flight towards the light.

The cold began to embrace you, you only had a sweater covering your shoulders, after all you had planned to sleep after the movie, not follow a bird in the forest to another world. You headed towards the warm cozy light, the chatter and laughter getting louder and louder. When you were just a few steps away from the likely party you stopped, hesitating, thinking about giving up and going home, after all you didn't even know who those people were, the whole situation was very surreal. You were very brave to move on.

The first thing you saw was a long table, filled with food and sweets, several candles lighting up the entire place, reflecting on the jewelry hanging from the trees. As soon as you crossed the arch of trees the conversations stopped, a deadly silence now reigned, you looked for people but there was no one, just hundreds of crows, concentrated mainly at the end of the table. It was only then, as you took a few more steps, that you managed to glimpse at the end of the table, on the last chair, a man sitting, or that was what you believed it to be since there were still many birds in front, all looking at you.

- So, you arrived - a low and deep voice spoke and you didn't know if it was a crow or a person.

The man stood up, some crows that were resting on the chair flew away, a long dark velvet cape trailed in the snow, the bluish black tone very similar to the crows' feathers, a crown hung on his head, silver decorated with various rubies and other shining jewels, it seemed heavy. He slowly approached you, in silence, you could have run away, but you stayed there, waiting for him to arrive. His face was pale, his eyes were black as night, and his black hair had the same shine as the feathers of the birds around him.

- It's prettier than they said - "they?" You thought.

- Who are you? - you finally had the courage to say.

- I always forget that you humans have no idea who I am. I am the shadow between the trees that moves and makes you question what you saw, I am the eyes in the empty night, my children are my ears that go unnoticed, I am the King of Crows.

Suddenly all the crows began to shout in their hoarse voices "Long live the King! Long live the King!" repeatedly until he raises his hand and at the same moment all sound stops.

- I heard about you, Y/n. My children told me about your deeds, and I'm grateful for taking care of them - he made a small bow to you - And that's why I asked them to bring you here.

- For what? And what do you mean with King of Crows?

- Sit down, please, I'll explain everything there is to be said - he pulled out a chair for you, right next to his.

As sat down, the man took off his cloak and covered your shoulders with it, "you must be cold" he said before sitting down. He had a serious look, he didn't seem like he was a crazy person who was making all this up, but the story was still too strange for you to believe. "Are you hungry? Thirsty?" he asked, extending his hand to the abundant table in front of him, but you denied it.

- For many, crows are nothing more than another bird, which feeds on corpses, at most they associate it with something funereal, but they are much more than that - he poured two glasses of wine and gave one to you, leaving you free to drink or not - Crows are messengers between the dead and the living, in the past your race even used them to communicate with loved ones, but now humanity seems to have forgotten all that. But they continue their work, crows can also warn about future events, but humans almost always ignore or don't understand the signs - he took a long drink - They need someone to protect them, that's why I exist.

He placed the silver goblet on the table, cold eyes stared at you, but soon a gentle smile appeared on his lips, now red from the wine.

- That's why I was happy to know that someone was taking such good care of them and wanted to meet you, Y/n.

- I didn't do anything much, I just fed them sometimes...

- But it wasn't your obligation, and you still cared. Most humans just attack my children for no reason - he clenched his fist and looked between the trees - But you were different, so I have a proposal to make.

With a silent flight, a crow passed over his head and on the way dropped a small box on the table. Carefully, Itachi's long pale fingers took it and manipulated to open it and reveal a beautiful silver ring with a ruby ​​adorned by small diamonds.

- For all these years I searched for someone who was worthy of receiving the powers and knowledge of the afterlife, someone who was not afraid, but was pure of heart. And you've proven yourself both, Y/n. Would you accept the power to rule by my side as Queen of the Ravens? - he held out the ring to you - They need you... I need you.

It was supposed to be another Halloween night, another normal day, you were supposed to be in bed at this time, waking up early the next day to get back to your routine, destined for a normal life in a small town. How had you ended up in that situation on such a normal day? Why was you chosen? What did that title really mean? You had a lot of questions and didn't understand how you still reached out and said yes.

Now the ring shined on your finger and the crows sang excitedly "Long live the Queen! Long live the Queen!", you still believing that at any moment you would wake up and it would all be just a dream.

Sorry for any typos;

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[riseoftheblossom-ff]

Head's up: only on-going stories are going to be posted on fanfiction now and once they're finished, I will be posting exclusively on AO3. There's already one-shots on there that you won't find on FF.net, so feel free to go check them out!

Sadly, the site just isn't the same anymore and it's borderline impossible to speak to admin about issues we're having. I held out in the hopes things would improve, but it's not looking likely.

Thank you to everyone supporting this story and all my others! I really appreciate the time you guys take writing reviews or sending messages!

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[a-ghost-that-writes]

Rose Water Bath

For: @narutorarepaireventhub and Rarepair Valentine’s Week

Prompt: Valentine's Day

AU: Modern AU

Ship: Itachi x Shiho

Married life...

For Shiho, it felt like a dream, a fantasy. She was just a book clerk with a masters in literature. Who would want to marry someone as boring as her? Life works in mysterious ways, because someone did marry her. And that someone, was Itachi Uchiha. The oldest son of Fugaku and Mikoto, known in the business world as the accounting wizard. This was her new husband.

They met while in grad school. The campus café was always a hub for conversations and caffeine. Shiho wasn't exactly popular, but that didn't bother Itachi at all. One conversation, became many, and soon there were dates and with in a few months they were a couple. No one was expecting it, and no one was definitely expecting them to tie the knot either. Fast-forward a year and here they are.

It was Valentine's day. Now they've had Valentine's days together before, but never as husband and wife. Shiho wanted to do something special for it. She drew a nice hot bath for the two of them to share. She put rose petals and other little things in it to make it romantic. She wanted him to enjoy it and relax.

Once it was ready, she called him into the bathroom. The couple undressed and eased their way into the warm water. Hearing her husband sigh in relief was a good sign as she removed her glasses. She massaged his muscles with care as he sank deeper into the bath. Even though he was an accountant, he did like to stay in shape! She loved the feel of his muscles and he seemed to enjoy the attention as well.

When they were done and in bed, Shiho felt her cheeks burning as Itachi pulled her close to his body while he sleep. She was perfectly trapped in his arms like a teddy bear in a child's arms.

Guess it was safe to say he really enjoyed their Valentine's day!

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[luvlady-writes]

How'd Itachi react yn getting distant bc her exams are going on she's not the best student but she tries. And she always forgets to take care of her health?!?

Hi! Sorry for taking a while, at this moment I'm in my pre-finals. I wish I had the Itachi of this drabble...

I hope you like it dear nonnie! 🖤

Requests and Ask box are OPEN.

This has no beta and English is not my first language. Be gentle, I’m doing my best ♡

Comments and reblogs are welcome 🖤

Take a Break | Itachi x Reader.

“I don’t have time for this,” You said as you put your meal away and walk to your desk hidden in a pile of loose papers and books.

It is almost the end of the semester and you have to do your final exams in order to get your final grades. You hated this part of the year. All of your teachers seem to agree to set the date of your exams and final projects due at the same time as if they hated you and your classmates.

You sit on your chair and start to search in the pile of papers the ones for the subject you had to study for your test set tomorrow. 

Itachi, your boyfriend comes into your apartment worried since you didn’t hear him knocking at the door. His ninja instinct kicked in as he walked through the apartment searching for you or any possible danger. He relaxed when he found you in your room working at your desk.

You were too concentrated on the papers in front of you that you didn’t notice his presence. The subject you were studying for was one of the hardest; if you fail this test you won’t pass the subject and had to repeat it the next semester. You couldn’t let that happen, it will only make you set back.

“Y/n?” Itachi called you softly trying not to scare you. 

You jumped a little on your chair, he did scare you. You quickly turn to see who was calling you and breathed in relief when you saw Itachi. 

“Hey, sorry. I didn’t hear you coming.”

“Are you okay? It’s been two days since I last see you. We agree to train together today in the morning. I was worried” He came close to you and caressed your cheek.

“It was today? Sorry love, I haven’t slept like in three days, I lose track of time.” You stand up to hug him.

“I can see that” he hugged you back and kissed the top of your head.

“Uh, sorry. I haven’t had time to take a bath either.” You pulled away from his embrace. 

“It’s everything okay?” he takes a look at the papers on your desk. “Are you on your finals, isn’t it?”

“Yes. I had this big test coming up and other ones the following days. I even had two tests on the same day. And if it wasn’t enough, I have to do a project for one class.” You sit back in your chair. “I’m really doing everything I can. I’m taking turns studying each subject and making time to do the project. I haven’t slept or eaten, why does it feel like it isn’t enough?”   

Itachi’s heart broke when he saw you about to have a meltdown. He goes down on his knees in front of you. He took your hands in his and brushed his thumbs on the back of your hands. “You will pass all of your tests and have a great grade on your project. You don’t have to kill yourself in the process”. He was looking at you directly in the eyes, eyes that were full of love.

You were trying to hold back your tears. 

“Let’s take a break. You need it.” He stands up making you do it as well.

You hugged and hold onto him. “Thanks”, you said with your face resting on his chest.

You two stayed hugging each other for a while. When you felt ready you let go of him.

“Let’s make you some food, take a little walk outside so you can take some fresh air, then we will come back and you will take a nap”. He took your hand and made you walk with him to your kitchen. You were about to complain but he interrupted you. “No complaints. It’s an order”. 

You followed him with a smile on your lips. You don’t know what you did to deserve a loving and caring boyfriend like Itachi. 

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[sentinelpri]

Complications

Deidara hates Itachi Uchiha. He always has and he always will- or, that’s what he tells himself. He’s in tune with himself enough to know that, at times, he can be hot-headed or jump to conclusions without any real reason to do so, but when it comes to Itachi? Well, he has plenty of reasons, and they all make sense in his head.

It’s a cold December day. Some stupid bug has been going around and Deidara has been cursed with it. Itachi has been, too, it seems, but apparently the Uchiha has one thing or another wrong with his immune system that makes him more susceptible to the symptoms of illnesses. Everyone else is out on missions, leaving them both alone in one of the rooms in the base. He thinks it’s Itachi’s. Pein demanded that they quarantine there to keep everyone else from getting sick. He also demanded that, since Deidara only has a cough and a slight fever, he should be the one taking care of Itachi to minimize the risk of anyone else getting it.

Deidara hates the thought. He hates that he became free of the Stone Village and the control they tried to have over him only to be forced into the Akatsuki so he could be controlled there, too. 

Thankfully, he at least has one solace; his art. He sits on a wooden stool at Itachi’s desk, making statues out of his clay. He doesn’t dare blow them up with Itachi in the room, though. Whatever the older man has seems like it’s a respiratory ailment, and Deidara doesn’t want to make him breathe in the smoke from his explosions while he’s trying to recover.

Wait.

He shouldn’t care about that.

Deidara shakes his head. Maybe it’s just because he’s trying to follow Pein’s orders; take care of Itachi while he’s sick, quarantine, and don’t make it worse. He clears his itchy throat and looks around for something to distract him. He follows Itachi’s charcoal eyes to a framed photo that sits on his nightstand. There’s Itachi in it, though he looks a lot younger; fuller face, brighter eyes, a small smile, even. In front of him is a little boy with a similar face and navy hair. To his left is an older teenager with ash-hued hair and stress lines akin to the one Itachi has now, and to his right is a young girl with long hair and a beauty mark. She has her arms wrapped around Itachi’s shoulders. Her smile is bright and radiant. 

It’s a little too quiet. That’s one thing that Deidara hates about Itachi; the fact that the Uchiha is so comfortable with silence. If he didn’t know better, he would say that Itachi revels in said silence because it unsettles those around him. To break the calmness in the air, Deidara speaks.

“So, who’s all in that picture with you?”

“You despise me,” Itachi says with a sickly rasp. He coughs and sits up just enough to shoot a glare in Deidara’s direction before flopping back down. Apparently, he’s grumpy when he’s sick- the opposite of Deidara, who usually becomes very affectionate. “Terribly so, in fact. Why are you acting like you want to get to know me now that we’re in a situation such as this? You’ve been talkative all day. It’s bothersome.”

Deidara pauses. The sharp words from Itachi’s end make his chest hurt, though he tries to ignore that like he tries to ignore all the other god-awful things Itachi has made him feel since they met. This has been the most talkative that Itachi has ever been with him, and of course, it’s because he’s sick and annoyed by Deidara’s presence.

“I was just curious, hm,” Deidara shrugs.

“Izumi, Shisui, and Sasuke Uchiha… Those are their names… Ah, never mind, I shouldn’t get into it. I don’t know why I even told you any of that, actually.”

Deidara’s eyes flicker back to the framed photo. He knows the many stories about Itachi Uchiha, the man who single-handedly murdered his entire family- spare his little brother. If all of it is true, that means that half the people in that picture are deceased due to Itachi himself.

“So, they’re all dead now. You killed them like you did the rest of your clan,” Deidara mutters and looks over at Itachi, who shrugs.

A non committal answer, but if the framed picture of those three by his bedside is anything to go by, then Itachi probably hasn’t accepted it. Or maybe he has and he’s just not over it. 

“Yes, you’re correct... You can leave, if you want,” Itachi murmurs. He’s lying on his back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Regardless of the fact that Deidara is in the room, he seems totally relaxed. Deidara is a little unsettled by it, to be honest. “I won’t tell Pein. I really don’t care what you do, Deidara. I don’t need you here to take care of me.”

Deidara rolls his sky blue eyes. If he were a worse person, he’d take advantage of Itachi’s illness and off him right now, but that just isn’t fair. He wants to beat Itachi at his best, after all… Or that’s what he tells himself. Deep down, the thought of killing Itachi under any circumstances makes his stomach drop, even if he’s been fantasizing about it for years. Itachi makes him feel things he doesn’t want to feel and having him dead would make those feelings go away. It would make life ten times easier… Right?

“You look half-dead. I don’t want to take care of you either, but if something happens, someone needs to be here, hm. If Pein shows up to a dead you and no one in sight to hold accountable, he’ll be pissed,” Deidara makes up the excuse on the fly, and surprisingly, Itachi looks convinced. “Unfortunately, the person who needs to be here just so happens to be me.”

“I see,” Itachi sits up and pulls his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms around his legs. It’s an odd posture for someone so tall and lanky, but Deidara doesn’t say anything; simply watches as Itachi rests his cheek against one of his knees. Soft-looking, feathery raven locks frame the circumference of the Uchiha’s neck and head like a halo. They’re so pretty that Deidara briefly considers cutting them off. “Tell me why some part of me was hoping you were here because you cared and not because Pein told you to be? I’m actually a little hurt.”

Deidara’s eyebrows shoot up.

Since when does Itachi care about that sort of thing?

His face flushes. Really, he could ignore Pein’s orders and leave if he wanted to. He could completely disobey Pein and try to kill Itachi right now. Itachi, however, is a subtle and reserved man who usually doesn’t question him about his motives when it comes to such things. He doesn’t question the way that Deidara spends so much time staring at him or question why Deidara purposefully starts trying to bicker with him any time they’re in a room together. It’s a game of cat and mouse, and finally, the mouse has decided to stop avoiding the cat.

Deidara refuses to give in and catch Itachi once and for all. Instead, he stands from his chair, crosses his arms, and starts pacing around the room with his back turned to where Itachi is sitting on the bed.

“I don’t know what gave you the impression that I’m physically capable of caring about you,” Deidara crosses his arms over his chest and looks away from Itachi. 

“I’m not sure what gave me that impression, either,” Itachi says in a hushed whisper. “You have my sincerest apologies.”

Silence hits the room once more, and again, Deidara is uncomfortable. All he can really here is the cacophony of low-pitched noise that is the mixture of his own heartbeat slamming in his ears and Itachi’s sniffly, wheezy breaths.

“Hm,” Deidara starts up. “As strong as you are, I would’ve never guessed that a bug would take you down like this.”

And, to his shock, Itachi laughs. Not a chuckle, not a small smile, but a deep, genuine laugh characterized by him throwing his head back and laughing so hard into the cold air that it starts his cough back up. Deidara snaps his head back around to observe. When Itachi manages to clear the cough with a few slaps to his chest, he shakes his head, grins up at Deidara, and speaks again. 

“You’d be surprised at all the things that could take me down, Deidara.”

Deidara quirks a brow and scrutinizes the wistful look in Itachi’s dark eyes for a few seconds longer than he honestly should.

“Care to give me a list?” He prods in a manner that makes Itachi shake his head. 

“No. I don’t want to make it too easy for you, lest you get bored with your fantasies of blowing me into unidentifiable pieces once you realize just how easy it would be.”

“You must be screwing with me.”

Itachi looks up. His eyes pour into the one of Deidara’s that’s visible, two orbs of charcoal burning into a pool of blue.

“Am I? Am I really?”

A few days pass. Deidara and Itachi both recover from whatever sickness it was that they had. Sasori was even kind enough to help out with some medical ninjutsu to heal the soreness in Deidara’s throat. As much as a mean bastard as the puppeteer can be, there are times where he’s actually quite helpful, hence why Deidara has gone to him for advice a handful of times in the past. Tonight is no different.

“What is it, brat?” Sasori spits without so much as turning from where he’s sat at his so called ‘art’ station, nimble wooden hands fast at work to adjust the threads of a new puppet.

Deidara lingers in his open doorway, his own hands clutching the wooden edge. He gulps and starts to speak.

“Can I get some advice?”

“Advice of what variety?” Sasori asks coldly.

Admittedly, the puppeteer is less than comforting and far from compassionate, but that’s just how Deidara likes his people. It makes things less awkward when situations such as this one come to light. 

“I’m… Not sure how to define it,” Deidara responds and stims by running his nails up and down the rough wooden surface of the doorway. His heart beats a little faster in his chest than it normally would. “Interpersonal, maybe?”

At that, Sasori sets his work down, turns in his chair, and faces Deidara with crossed arms and raised eyebrows.

“As in a relationship with another person?”

“Hm, yeah,” Deidara nods and slowly but surely eases out of the doorway so he can sit in front of Sasori on the carpet. The bedroom door is half-shut behind him. “Something like that.”

“Spill.”

“There’s this person that I like… Romantically,” He starts to explain with a rose blush dusting the tops of his cheekbones. Sasori appears interested yet simultaneously unamused. “They hinted the other day that they may like me back, but they have a habit of pushing away anyone who’s interested in getting to know them. I don’t know why they’re that way, but it’s frustrating as fuck and every time I think I’ve made some progress they push me away again.”

Sasori shrugs.

“I think you have a simple problem with a simple solution.”

Deidara pauses, opens his mouth to speak, and allows it to fall shut again. Simple? He has not a semblance of a clue as to how anything regarding his relationship with Itachi could be considered simple. It’s a complicated issue with a solution that he has yet to figure out, because every solution he’s thought of has a vast list of negative complications that could come with trying to implement it.

“Simple? The hell’s that supposed to mean?”

“Don’t let them,” Sasori states plainly.

“What?”

“Don’t let them push you away,” He reiterates, making Deidara’s brows furrow together in a mixture of awe and confusion. “The solution is to simply push back. People like that tend to push those who care away because they’re afraid of vulnerability despite secretly craving it. If you push back, this person is sure to break and let you in.”

With that, Deidara stands, determination flickering in his core.

“Hm… I hadn’t thought of it that way before, but actually, you’re right,” He nods and looks Sasori dead in the eye before heading towards the door. “Yeah! I’m gonna go give Itachi a piece of his own medicine, hm.”

“Wait, what the fu-”

Deidara excitedly leaves Sasori’s bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him. Usually, at this time of day, Itachi is locked in his own bedroom or training. When Deidara looks outside through the windows to see that the Uchiha isn’t at the Akatsuki training grounds, he heads towards said Uchiha’s bedroom instead, only to open the door and find that it’s empty. He enters before he can think better of it, one big blue eye darting around and taking in his surroundings.

It’s cleaner than it was the other day when he was there, he thinks. That photo of Itachi and his clan members is no longer on the nightstand, probably hidden away in a drawer or a cabinet somewhere. The bed is neatly made and the floor is spotless. He considers leaving, but just as he does, Itachi walks in behind him and closes the door so quietly that Deidara doesn’t even realize he’s there until the smell of cologne hits his nostrils. 

“What do you want? And why are you in my room?” Itachi asks in his usual monotone voice, that one he uses when he’s around people he’s either trying to blow off or intimidate. After what happened when Deidara was in there the last time, the blond can’t help but be offended by it; by how Itachi is acting like nothing happened between them. “This is quite… Invasive.”

“Drop the formalities, Itachi. Shit happened while I was in here the other day and boundaries were crossed,” Deidara turns, walks to Itachi, and gets in his face. Though they’re only four or five inches apart in height, the difference feels staggering. Itachi doesn’t slouch nor does he look away, simply standing tall and meeting Deidara’s gaze with crossed arms and a painfully neutral expression. “Things aren’t the same and I have questions.”

“Such as?”

“You made that comment about being hurt that I don’t care for you,” Deidara starts, reflecting on that genuinely hurt tone Itachi used and tried to thinly veil with feigned sarcasm back when they were sick together. “I don’t understand how you can expect anyone to care for you when you act the way you do. You do what you can to keep people at a distance and no one knows anything about you except for the fact that you’re a psychotic murderer who slaughtered his entire clan, you’re ridiculously strong, and you have some sort of autoimmune disorder that takes over when you get sick. That’s it. No one knows your favorite color or your hopes and dreams, or anything you’re passionate about, or what foods you like, or what you consider art.”

“It’s not an autoimmune disease.”

Deidara’s surprised at how the first thing Itachi addresses is his sickness. He expected the ravenette to avoid the subject at all costs. His eyes widen in shock at Itachi’s bluntness.

“...What?” Deidara quietly demands, hoping that Itachi will elaborate.

“It’s not an autoimmune disease, it’s… Rare, and terminal. I was diagnosed with it when I was a teenager, just days before I killed my clan members,” Itachi explains and pulls away from Deidara so he can go lay on his bed and stare at the ceiling. Unsure of what else to do, Deidara stands there quite awkwardly and listens to Itachi’s woes. The part of him that hated Itachi and everything the Uchiha stands for from the very start of their correspondence wants to laugh. The rest of him wants to cry.  “It’s a sort of stress induced Chakra depletion. The more stressed I become, the less Chakra reserves I have, and let me tell you, I am stressed. All of the damage that’s been done to my body is irreversible. Eventually, I’m going to slowly run out of Chakra and die, and there’s nothing I can do about it. It just so happens to be more draining when I’m sick like I was earlier this week.”

Silence. Neither of them talk for a few moments after Itachi finishes. Deidara scans Itachi’s body up and down with his eyes, trying to memorize it in case today (or tomorrow, or the day after that, or the next day, or the next day) is the last day that Itachi has in this life. Itachi doesn’t pay him any mind without being prompted to do so, either, so Deidara asks-

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Why not? It’s not like you’ll tell anyone. The one person you talk to is Sasori and the only interest he’d have in my terminal illness is the potential of obtaining my corpse to turn into one of his puppets afterwards, not my wellbeing.”

“I-” Deidara starts, desperate to argue, but Itachi doesn’t let him get more than a word in, simply steamrolling the conversation.

“And even if you were to tell anyone, they wouldn’t believe you. How would telling the other Akatsuki members benefit you, anyway? It wouldn’t. They’d laugh- though whether it’d be at you or at the thought of me dying, I’m not sure.”

“Itachi-”

“So? What else do you need to know for you to care about me?”

And there are a million things Deidara wants to ask. He wants to ask why Itachi murdered his entire family, why he willingly joined the Akatsuki instead of having to be forced in like most of the other members, what kind of art he enjoys, what his favorite foods and drinks are, what books he enjoys, what his favorite color is, whether he’s a tea person or a coffee person, what his deepest fears and desires are. First and foremost, though, he asks-

“When- do you… Do you have a prognosis? Or, any idea of when you’re going to die?”

“If I had to guess, within the next two years,” Itachi answers while raising a hand to look at his fingernails, as if inspecting them. They’re short, yellowed, frail, and slightly clubbed.

“Then why should I care about you if you’re just going to leave me soon?” Deidara huffs and crosses his arms.

“I’m not saying you should. Really, I’d advise you against it, but part of me suspects that you’ve been harboring feelings for me for a long time,” Itachi smiles something soft and wistful that makes Deidara’s heart skip a beat. Finally, the ravenette looks at him, too, something reminiscent of affection in his eyes. Deidara thinks that’s what it is, anyway. Most people are annoyed by him at best and don’t care about him at worst. He actually isn’t quite sure of what love or adoration or any of those sappy feelings look like on anyone’s face aside from his own, but he suspects that this must be it. Itachi must at least like him for them to be doing this, right? For Itachi to be reaching out for his hand, to hold it so gently and intertwine their fingers like they’re meant to fit together in the way that two puzzle pieces would? “You’ve never been one for following orders, and yet you stayed in my room and cared for me like a good little Akatsuki member despite having claimed that you hate my guts since you joined.”

“And?” Deidara whispers. “So what if I do? Harbor feelings for you, I mean… Care for you. I think that’s the term, hm.”

“Then… I’d say I care for you as well, Deidara.”

“You care for me…?”

“I do.”

It’s quiet again. Neither of them say anything else, but Deidara does dare to join Itachi on his bed. He didn’t lock the door, they’re both still getting over their respiratory bug, and Itachi is dying, but Deidara chooses to throw caution to the wind like he always does, ignoring whatever complications are sure to come so he can enjoy this. 

He deserves to enjoy something other than art, right? To enjoy someone loving him for once? Caring for him in a way that a lifeless clay statue never could? Or maybe that’s what Itachi is to him; another art form. Yes, that sounds nice…

“Itachi.”

“Yes?”

“You’re like art, you know that? Fleeting-”

“Shut up, Deidara,” Itachi blankly states and reassuringly squeezes Deidara’s hand. “You don’t have to fill the silence. Let it be.”

“Hm… Fine.”

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ੈ˚★ stand by you.

anon asked: Can you write reader wants to break up with Itachi bc she has zero frnds and she's not that active,she's introverted and doesn't know what she wants in her life,she feels super insecure about herself and feels like shes boring and she's not the best choice for him?!? She sometimes stays depressed and anxious

fandom: naruto.

character: itachi.

reader: gn!

genre: drabble.

content: hurt/comfort, talk about negative emotions.

word count: 1k.

cole’s note: this is small, but i think that if i made it bigger it wouldn't be as 'powerful' (idk wat words im searching but yea lets go w it) anywyas, this a little love letter and hope you like it <3

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You couldn't control your tears.

You felt pathetic, utterly ridiculous at that moment, carried by your emotions, run over by your brusque words that broke from your heart and expelled painful truths for Itachi. You couldn't do anything but cry; no more words lay in you, no more fears longing for daylight, no more confessions needing to be heard.

At that moment, all you needed was to cry.

And Itachi let you cry.

Without uttering a word, without letting himself be carried away by the suddenness of your hurt, Itachi remained by your side. Embracing you with the affection of someone who would never leave you, caressing you with the love of someone who would never stop loving you, Itachi stayed by your side. He waited —patiently, thoughtfully, Itachi waited for your tears to dry, for your heart to ease, for your mind to clear.

Itachi waited for you.

Itachi didn't abandon you.

Those were suffocating moments for you. The uncertainty of what awaited you made you more nervous, the constant love that Itachi insisted on showing you making you even more anxious, even more guilty, even more hurt.

"Is that really what you want?"

Itachi's question didn't wait for the continuous lines of your tears to dry on your face; as soon as your crying stopped and your face moved slightly away from his chest, Itachi quickly attacked you with that question that had been tormenting his brain since he heard your words.

Was that really what you wanted?

Was it?

You didn't know. It was all still very confusing for you; everything was still shrouded in a strong and thick cloud of darkness, all your thoughts pushing against each other, leaving no room for any clarity or certainty. You just didn't know.

"Be alone. Is that what you really want?"

Alone.

With no one.

With no one. Without Itachi.

Without Itachi. Without Itachi. Without Itachi. Without…

"Throwing it all away just because that's what you think you deserve?"

You deserve it.

You know you deserve this. Loneliness. Isolation. You know you deserve nothing more than the constant imprisonment of your mind, the total pain and anguish you use as a treadmill every time you decide to leave the house. It's what you deserve. You know it's what you deserve.

"Why are you willing to throw yourself away, just to remain broken? Didn't you survive long enough? Don't you think now is the time to start living?"

You couldn't look at Itachi.

You felt pain. Hurt. Anguish. A little frustration, even —for the words you said moments ago, wanting to break the promise you made to spend this life together, breaking the commitment of an eternal love that was created under so many stars; for the words that Itachi was muttering to you now, filled with the anger of not being able to protect you from your mind, too melancholy to have any effect other than weighing on your conscience.

That's why you listened to Itachi. And you waited.

As he waited for you moments before, he waited to help you, he waited to speak to you, you were also waiting for Itachi; you waited to hear him, you waited to understand him.

"Why do you run away from the happiness you deserve? Why do you self-sabotage to remain trapped in your darkness? Don't you think it's time you went out into the sun? Let it be that light and warmth that comforts you instead of that cold and painful darkness that you insist on enveloping you."

You shook your head, your eyes filling with tears once more, your heart squeezing with each word spoken by Itachi.

How were you supposed to be able to explain to Itachi that all the sea that existed inside you, destructive and aggressive, managed to be deeper than all the profanities you shouted at him moments ago? How were you supposed to express all the waves and currents that gnawed at you inside, crumbling all your dreams and thoughts? How were you supposed to manage to be coherent when a whirlwind of fears and emotions drowned your heart so casually?

"It's not because you want to abandon me, that I'm going to let you abandon yourself."

You shook your head, the tears heavier than ever, desperately wanting to release all the suffering that was running inside you, wanting to free yourself from the strong grips of darkness that had been consuming you for too long.

"If that's what you really want, if ending our relationship will make you feel better, lighter, I don't object. But if you're going to dive deeper into your sea of torture, I have to intervene. I won't allow you to let yourself be drowned in your thoughts even more when I know I can make a difference. Big or small. I know I can help you. I know I can give you a little bit of my light."

"Don't you understand this is for you? That this is the best for you?..."

It was difficult for you to speak, your words escaped in a murmur, clearly afraid of reaching Itachi's ears, too nervous to be refuted by Itachi's sentimental logic.

"The best for me?" Itachi couldn't contain the small laugh that escaped his lips with a tenderness capable of instantly softening the atmosphere between you. "How could it be the best for me, if I only want you?"

He took your hand, stroking it with his thumb. Itachi's eyes were now staring into yours, a lightness and warmth shining gently in his eyes.

"I may not contain constellations within me, I may not even know how to recite the most romantic poems; but I can give you my heart. Small, corrupted by the world, sometimes even broken, but always whole, always pure, for you.”

A caress on your cheek, a long, thoughtful, heartfelt kiss on your forehead.

"We are all broken. We are all destroyed, my love. But it is what we decide to love that gives our lives meaning."

A caress on your face, a slight gesture to lift your chin and look at him.

"I decide to love you with all my darkness."

A tear shed gently comforting itself in Itachi's hand, a slight smile released by him.

"Let me love you. Let me help you."

A quick kiss on your lips, another tear from you to temper Itachi's lyrical words.

"Please. Let me stay by your side."

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Object #3

(Akatsuki Smut)

[Art work is not mine! Credit to mick347]

Requested by: Myself

Word Count: 4,558

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Still no explanation, better luck next time. This is horrible, my apologies

Characters include: Hidan, Kisame, Itachi

Sadism (Hair pulling, death threat, biting, choking)

Nicknames/Name Calling: Angel, Sacrifice, Whore, Guppy, Kitten/Kitty, Object, Sweet Girl

Knife/Blood Play (sacrificial use of blood, cut marks, blood used as lube, licking)

Creampie

Domination (different levels)

Praising

Oral/Fingering

Exhibitionism (public sex)

Improper use of the sharingan (not like that, dirty minds)

Breeding Kink

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     "My little Angel!" Hidan's voice calls out, clawing me back out of my lazy sleepy state. One of these days I'll get to have a peaceful nap. Not today though.

     "Just ignore him," Deidara whispers into my skin, tightening his hold around me as he attempts to bury his head further into my neck.

     "Angel!" Hidan calls again, slamming the bedroom door open. "There you are my angel from Jashin," he coos, making quick work towards the bed.

     "Go away," Deidara bitches, tugging me closer as if that'll stop Hidan.

     It doesn't. Hidan's hands wrap around my arms, tugging me from Deidara's hold. "It's time to pray, Angel. We don't want to upset Jashin."

     "Wait your turn, Jashin dick rider," Deidara continues, trying to grab me back from the older member.

     "You've had her long enough," Hidan starts, placing me on his torso. "Besides, we pray to Jashin every day at six. It's almost six, it's time to pray." The younger member cuts his losses, blowing me a kiss and waving before he slumps back over in bed.

     "My pretty Angel," Hidan continues to praise, hands wondering my body as he carries me down the hallway. "Our God would have been angry if you slept through prayer time."

     "Your god," I correct, resting my head on his shoulder to enjoy the last few moments of peace I have.

     "Our God," Hidan barks, yanking my head up by my hair. His tongue clicks a few times, fingers still stiff as they cling to the roots of my hair. "We'll have to ask for your forgiveness. I don't want Jashin taking you back. If he must then it shall be, but I'd appreciate it if you didn't tempt him too."

     Hidan is the only member I think is truly insane. Everyone else is somewhat sane, but from the constant Jashin talk and the weird rituals I'm stuck doing for this 'God', I'm pretty sure Hidan just doesn't have any marbles left. If he had any, to begin with.

     "Alright, Angel," he hums out, releasing my hair to the door to his bedroom. Since the psycho is as close to immortal as possible, Hidan doesn't need to sleep, which leaves his room as a huge shrine to this Jashin entity. "You sit, and pray, and look pretty," he orders, placing me on the ground.

     A triangle trapped in a circle has been drawn out in black paint along the ground, with me slap-dab in the middle, like usual. At each point of the triangle is a bowl, one with dirt, one with water, and one that has a stick of incense burning in it.

     Candles line the circle, candles that Hidan is slowly collecting. My eyes trail after him, watching as he makes his way back to me. "Hello my little sacrifice," he coos, settling the candles down.

     Once they're lined up, Jashin symbol up, Hidan grabs my arms, pulling me towards him. He tugs a knife from his pocket, littering kisses over my wrists as he traces the symbols in the candle, deepening them and removing the wax that seeped into them yesterday.

     "Sit still, Angel," he orders, using his robe to wipe the wax off the knife. Hidan's eyes are dark as he grabs for my arms again, the tip of his knife gently dipping into my skin. Blood trickles out when my skin gives in, only making the psycho’s eyes darker.

     "That hurts," I hiss, trying to tug my arm back.

     "The pain will be minuscule compared to the blessings Jashin will offer you," Hidan answers, his focus on filling the candle carvings with the blood leaking from me. "All he asks for is your loyalty."

     I bite my tongue, keeping the disagreements stuck in my throat. "See? Minuscule," he mutters, setting down the last coated candle. Hidan's tongue slides out, crawling over my wrists, licking up the unneeded blood. His usual olive skin starts to shift, coating him in a dark black with his usual decorative white lines. "My pretty, perfect sacrifice."

     Once the praise is out, I'm left alone in the middle of the ritual circle. The dark room is filled with the soft flames of the candles, Hidan lighting them as he lays them back out. The dark reds of the room are brightened from the new light, but still barely counteract all the black of the space.

     Hands wrap around me from behind, tugging at my shirt. "Hidan," I whisper, squirming in his hold.

"Sit still," he huffs, his hold tightening as he shimmies my shirt off. "Well that’s disgusting," he grumbles, fingertips digging into the still sore wounds caused by Deidara. "That will not do," Hidan continues to grumble to himself. "Jashin will not be pleased."

My skin burns from the constant pressure to the cut marks, and back arches to try and escape the pain. "Please stop touching them," I whimper, tears already prickling my eyes.

"Jashin will not be happy," he repeats, shoving me forward so I fall on all fours. "We got to get rid of that... horrendous attempt at ownership. Jashin owns us, not that dumbass." As the word 'dumbass' spills out, Hidan traces Deidara's careful carving of his name. "We will fix it, stay put."

Hidan disappears, leaving me to ache from the leftover effect of his curious fingertips. Nagato was right, I need a break from the needy and rough Akatsuki members.

"I'm back." The short sentence is followed by my back erupting in pain again. Hidan chips away at Deidara's carvings, making new waves of pain slide out alongside new rivers of my blood.

"Please stop," I whimper, my arms already threatening to give out from the pain blooming down them. My blood coats down my sides, pooling under me. The life liquid is warm but sticky as it coats me.

"If you weren't disrespecting Jashin I wouldn't have to do this. But no, you're an object of service to the Akatsuki instead." Hidan's knife has dropped down to the bird cut into my back, the blade rough like the words of his hateful lecture. He chips at it as well, destroying the artwork left from my time with Deidara.

"See? That's so much better," Hidan says, kisses and his tongue sliding over the open gushing wounds. "Now let us pray." Clothing shifts behind me, his dick pressed to my thigh before my skirt is flipped up. "You need to ask for forgiveness," he adds, fingers dipping into my wounds again, scooping up some of the blood.

I let out a hiss from the pain, my mind scrambling to find a not sarcastic plea for forgiveness. "Jashin," I mutter, my breath heavy as Hidan's blood-coated fingers dip into me. "Please forgive me."

"That is a lousy prayer of forgiveness. Jashin should kill you for that mockery," Hidan grumbles, his fingers pumping slowly. "Maybe I should kill you for him."

"Please don't," I whimper, heart beating and pussy clenching from the mix of the threat and the stretching of my pussy.

"Why shouldn't I? You're mocking our God. Not to mention how much of a whore you've been today. Your cunt is all stretched out and used. You're not an object of choice for sacrificing. Jashin would be disappointed."

"I'm sorry," I whisper, mind going foggy from blood loss and lust. "I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I'm sorry. Please. Jashin, please?" The name slips out solely on accident, my thoughts getting difficult to keep straight.

Despite it being an accident, Hidan doesn't seem to notice. Quite the opposite. Kisses litter my back again, hands hooked around my hips, shoving me down. My arms and chest clash to the ground, ass still in the air as he shifts around. "Maybe I am wrong," he mutters, sinking his dick into me. "Maybe Jashin sent my Angel to me so I could show you his greatness."

Highly unlikely, but I don't have the strength nor the mental stability at the moment to fight him on it. "Keep praying, Angel. Let Jashin know what you wish for in return for your loyalty."

"A faster pace would be nice," I mutter, managing to piss off Hidan again.

His hand shoots forward, gripping my hair and snapping me upright. "You my dear Angel," he husks out, giving in to my request. "You are going to suffer at Jashin's hands if you keep acting up."

My spine tingles as my blood trickles down my back, shifting from the previous trails down my sides. "I'm sorry. That... that wasn't... please forgive me, Jashin." The words come out sluggish, my mind growing foggier by the second.

Hidan hums in approval, his teeth digging into my shoulder. He rips at the skin, tearing it with his mouth and making more wounds and fresh blood coat my body. "Hidan? Please? I can't," I whisper, my sight starting to go spotty with dark marks.

"You're fine," he mumbles, tilting my head in the other direction before he continues tearing at my shoulders. "Just be silent. Be a pretty sight for Jashin as I pray."

I do as I'm told, falling silent and enjoying Hidan's thrusts. They're sloppy with no rhythm as he prays. Mumbles for prosperity, wealth, and continual immortality spill from him as he uses me.

By the time he's done praying, I can barely keep my eyes open. "Don't go dying on me, Angel," he grumbles, releasing his grip on my hair. I fall forward, face buried into the ground again. Hiden doesn't seem to care though. His hands cling to my back, and dig into my wounds, forcing my blood to spill out faster.

"Thank Jashin." I try to do as I'm told, slurred unfinished words coming out instead. "Maybe I should sacrifice you. Leave you here to bleed to death when I'm done with you. At least then you'd be of some use to our God."

"Tha... thank... you... Jashin," I mutter, letting my eyelids win our battle. I can feel Hidan's smile as he licks the blood off my back, his tongue squirming against my skin as he continues thrusting into me.

I'm slowly shifted forward with each thrust, my pussy tingling in mellowed pain compared to the constant attack on my spine. If I wasn't so fuzzy-minded, I know my insides would be screaming from the lack of preparation and constant rough pumps into me.

Hidan's thrusts fall back to a patternless pace, his dick twitching in me as he starts another prayer. "Thank you, Jashin," he husks, stalling in me. He cums in me, his semen leaking out and mixing with my spilled blood on the ground. "Thank you. Thank you, my Lord. Thank you Jashin," Hidan mutters on repeat, his head resting between my shoulders as his hands continue to dig into my wounds.

The feeling of his weight pressing into me and his hot breath coating my skin only makes it harder not to slip into unconsciousness. Just as I'm about to give in, Hidan jerks me backward, shaking me out of it. "Let's patch you up, Angel. I can't have Jashin's favorite sacrifice dying quite yet."

"Ya... okay," I mutter, leaning back and resting against his chest. As my eyes sink shut again, the soft shifting of black soaking off of Hidan is the last thing I see.

"You'll be okay, Angel. Jashin will take care of you," he whispers into my ear, my limbs feeling light as my body is lifted.

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"It's okay, you're okay," Pain says, the words coming out harsh from his inability to be gentle. "You're fine." It sounds pissy like Nagato is over my whines, but from his carefully placed hands and the way they cling to me, I know he's attempting to be gentle. "The water will help."

I know he's right, I know the water will help with the inflammation of my back, but the pond is so cold that it almost hurts more. Whines and whimpers of pain spill from me as Nagato slowly lowers me into the pond. The water coats me, stinging for a minute or two before I adjust and the pain starts to numb.

"See? You're fine," he mutters, settling on the bank as close to me as he can. His eyes trailing my muscles as they relax in the water, face as stone and unemotional as ever. "Stop being so whiney."

"You're one to talk," I mutter, settling my eyes closed.

"Don't do that," he hisses, leaning forward to grip the chain still hanging around my neck. "Look at me." I do as I'm told, eyes fluttering open to look at the attention-starved man. Pain's face scrunches up, hand drops his hold on me. "Don't... don't do that," he repeats, tone softer this time.

"Pain?" A voice calls out, tugging Nagato's sight away from me. I keep my sights set on him, knowing I'm not able to take the fit he'll throw if I piss him off again. "Konan was asking for you," Kisame continues, the shark-themed man falling into view as he approaches the pond.

"What does she want?" Pain asks, eyes fluttering back to me. The purple swirls of them seem tenser than usual as if I'll disappear if he blinks too slowly.

"I don't know," Kisame grumbles, his eyes flickering between me and the scenery. "Something about Hidan complaining about chains or something."

Nagato exhales through his nose, eyes repeatedly blinking as he looks at me. I have no clue what happened after prayer time with Hidan, but from the lack of the masochist, and me waking up in the med-bay, I assumed Pain wasn't too happy with Hidan. Or that Hidan would still be alive if he was mortal.

"Watch her while I'm away," Pain orders, eyes scanning over me.

"Yes, Sir," the shark man continues to grumble, eyes flickering over me again.

Pain reaches forward, his hand hovering for a second before he pats my head. "Relax. Behave." I nod yes, staring back at him. "I will be back."

"Okay." Pain walks away, continually looking over his shoulder at me.

     "You're bleeding," Kisame mutters, his eyes scanning the water once Nagato is inside the house.

     The watered-down red color of my blood coats a bit of the pond surface, a lot less than before but still present. "Ya, I know. Diedara and Hidan were... a little too much today," I mutter, sinking lower into the water so it settles above my shoulders. "Hence the ice bath."

     Kisame grumbles at my answer, his attention shifting away from me. I paddle around the pond, watching as he shifts out of his mission gear. "What are you doing?" I ask, working my way back to the edge of the water.

     "I'm going to get in with you. You haven't been of use to 'e yet today," he answers, tugging his shirt off.

My eyes jump over his green-tinted skin, taking in the way his muscles are stretched over the stone of his frame. Kisame is a big man, easily towering over almost everyone in the Akatsuki. My sights jump down, continuing to watch him strip. His penis matches the rest of his body, big, long, and a lot to take.

     Once he's nude, I back up so the shark man can slip into the water. He makes it wave as he sinks in. "Come here, Guppy," he husks out, hands wrapping around my arms, and tugging me forward.

     I'm settled against his chest before Kisame sinks, settling on one of the submerged rocks. "You weren't kidding," he says, fingers gentle as they skirt over my back. One of his hands jumps up, tilting my head so he can look at my bruised cheek better. "Is that from Hidan too?"

     "No, that's from Kakuzu," I murmur, shifting on Kisame's lap.

     His head dips down, pressing kisses into my neck, littering the gained bite marks and hickies with softness. "Stop squirming, Guppy," Kisame's calm voice says, the hand not running across my back shooting up to cling to my throat.

     "Sorry," I murmur, letting my eyes flutter shut. I soak in the gentleness of the giant under me, enjoying the way his lips coo and calm my wounds.

     "Sit up," he mutters, using his hold on my neck to lift me off his lap. Kisame shifts us around, settling me on the rock as he squirms out from under me. Kisses continue down my front, littering my breasts as his hands toy with my thighs. Fingers crawl up my legs chased by teeth sinking into my boob. Kisame's sharp teeth quickly make their way through me, coating me with the familiar stickiness of blood.

     "Kisame," I hiss, my hands shooting forward to grip his hair. "That hurts."

     "I know, Guppy. You're doing so well," he praises, his voice husky as his fingertips dip into my pussy. "You'll survive," he hums out, head tilting the other direction. Teeth sink into my other boob, new blood trickling out and being chased by Kisame's tongue.

     He continues kneading my titties with his teeth as his fingers pump in and out of me. Aches erupts from my chest as pleasure erupts from my cunt, the familiar mix of the two filling my body.

     Kisame tugs himself from my boobs, tearing more skin as he lifts his head. His teeth are coated in the red of my blood, the liquid slowly dribbling down his chin as it escapes his mouth. "Sit still and be good," he mutters, covering my face with blood-tinted kisses.

     Once the praise is out, Kisame sinks under the water, his fingers clumsy leaving me before being replaced by his tongue. My knees jerk, clasping around his head. His head tips back out of the water a bit, warning eyes shooting the order at me again before he dips back between my legs.

Kisame's tongue flicks at my clit a few times before sliding down to penetrate me. My hands tighten on his hair, knotting the dark locks around my fingers. My focus is split between not moving and the pleasure tingling in my pussy.

The poking and prodding doesn't last long though. When he's satisfied with my prep, I'm scooped back up and switched back to his lap. I'm settled on his tip, the head of his dick toying my hole as Kisame sits back down. "Are you going to be good at take all of me?"

No. I know I can't. His dick is massive, just like the rest of him. "Yes, Kisame."

He smiles at my answer, pointy teeth beaming as he looks down at me. "That's a good Guppy. Be a pretty object for me to use."

The praises are followed by me slowly lowering on Kisame's dick, the head bullying its way through me. I'm stretched, muscles strained the further I sink onto him. By the time I've settled on his lap again, my breaths come out as hisses.

"Easy Guppy," Kisame coos, a finger falling to rub circles on my clit. His hands keep pace with each other, the circles on my clit matching the pace he forces my hip into.

Kisame's thrusts almost hurt as I'm dropped back down his length, the head of his dick still bullying my pussy into compliance to take him. His head falls back to my boobs, teeth sinking in to tear more skin, and his tongue sliding over the new bite marks to lick up the spilled blood.

My hips ache and my chest is more torn than intact skin by the time Kisame stills in me. "Look at that, Guppy," he coos, hand sliding up to cling to my throat again. "I can see myself," he teases, forcing me to look down as his free hand presses against my stomach

He's right. The faint outline of Kisame's dick is present on my lower stomach. The imprint twitches as he cums deep in me. The mix of his warmth and the evident proof of him in me makes me clench around him, only encouraging Kisame's semen to spill out. "What a good, Guppy," he coos again, littering my face in more blood-tinted kisses.

     "Princess?" Pain's voice echoes from the porch, making Kisame pale.

     "Well, I'm a goner," he mutters, quickly yanking me off of him.

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I can feel eyes on me, the heat path of them jumping around my bare back. "You look terrible, Kitten," comes Itachi's soft noise, his equally soft paces filling the med-bay.

"I know," I whisper, the words getting jumbled up by the pillow my face is buried into.

After being torn from the pond, Pain settled me in the medical room again. Half-assed promises to be back soon and for a soothing night spilling from him as he rushed to go 'ran an errand' with Konan. In his rush, Nagato didn't give me any pain meds and I'd rather deal with the aches than another safety lecture from him if I chose to find medicine myself.

"Poor Kitty," Itachi coos, fingertips gentle as he runs them over my bandages. "Are you alright?"

"No."

My answer is followed by pale arms wrapping around me, gently shifting me so I'm sitting up. He slips onto the bed behind me, hooking my legs over his as I face away from him. "We can fix that, Kitten," Itachi murmurs, hands sliding under my bandages to pull them off.

"Your fingers hurt," I whine, back arching away from his touches.

"I know, I know, it's okay, Kitty," he continues to coo, a hand jumping up to tilt my head backward. The red of his sharingans snags in my sights, filling my mind with the glow of them. My mind goes fuzzy, the forced light in my mind shifts to softer colors. The pastel blues, yellows, and pinks swirl in my head, causing my pains to seep away.

"Better?" Itachi's voice rings out, the soft pitter-patter of fingers shifting a gentle sizzle across my body.

"Better," I mumble, leaning back to rest my head on his shoulder. "I don't know what you're doing though."

"It's a genjutsu."

"A what?"

"It's control of your senses. I'm controlling your sense of touch, so you can't feel your pain but can feel everything else, so your muscles will calm," Itachi softly explains, hands losing their sizzling feeling but still dancing over my body as his lips brush against my neck. "And I'm controlling your sight so you can see something calming and can't see your injuries."

"Why?" I whisper, his fingers sliding over my legs making it hard to focus.

"It'll help you calm down too. I can't enjoy you if you can't enjoy yourself." The words are hushed, buried into my skin by the kisses continually pressed into me.

Itachi's fingertips ghost through my folds, nimble fingers searching for my clit. "Though," he continues, kisses trailing across my jaw as the controlled images in my head start to filter away. "I would like you to watch."

As the scenery of the room filters back into my sight, his fingertips toy with me. They toy with my hole, massaging it in the same way my clit is rubbed. "Watch Kitten," he says, nuzzling my neck to encourage my head down.

I do what is asked of me, dropping my head down to take in the sight of my skirt balled up my legs and Itachi gently working me. My compliance is rewarded with his fingers thrusting into me. He continues to toy with me, testing curls and paces. "Tach," I moan, my orgasm quickly building up.

"Kitten?" He whispers into my war, nibbling on my earlobe. The gentle coo breaks the band in my stomach, coating Itachi's hand and the medical bed in my cum. "That's a pretty Kitty, ya?" He continues to coo, slipping out from behind me.

Itachi rounds the bed, settling on the floor, kneeling between my legs. His arms wrap under my legs, tugging me closer to the edge before he dips down. His hands slide up from the movement, hooking on my hips as my knees rest on his shoulders. "Keep mewling for me, Kitten," he mumbles, his hot breath coating my mess.

His tongue slides out, focused on cleaning my folds before it skirts over my clit. Once again I do as I'm told, not because of willingness though. Itachi's tongue stays busy, licking circles into my clit and thrusting into my cunt to tongue fuck me. The lack of a cool-down quickly pulls another orgasm from me, this time coating Itachi's face.

His head pops up from between my legs, sharingans glow as a soft smile coats his lips. Kisses lead Itachi's trail up my body, hands sliding down to cup my knees and lock them around his waist.

"Itachi," I whine when his bulge presses into me.

"Oh, I know, Kitty. You're so sensitive aren't you?" He gently mocks, kisses coating my lips as he works himself out of his pants. "You'll be okay. After all, this is what you're for right? A pretty object for me to use. I've been nice to you, haven't I? Be nice back, Kitty."

The soft mockery is followed by Itachi toying with me again, the glow of his eyes watching as I squirm from his tip teasing my hole. His eyes flicker around, catching every one of my movements. His smile is still soft as he sinks into me, eyes running a mile a minute to catch every micro-movement my body makes.

Itachi's pace is slow and gentle, just like everything else he's done today. The clan killer doesn't live up to his reputation, especially in moments like this. His hands are like feathers, costing my body like he's trying to burn the feeling of my skin into them. His mouth does the same to my lips.

My body sizzles on nerves, the constant stimulation almost being too much. "Pretty Kitty," he coos, his thrusts picking up their speed. "My pretty Kitty that's going to have my pretty litter."

Itachi's words make my spine tingle, causing my hips to thrust up. That seems to do it for the masochist, his thrusts jerking before his body is pressed into mine. "Kitty, Kitty, Kitty," he mutters against me, his nose buried into my cheek. The line of praise is paired with me being filled, not even the thought of pulling out rolling around Itachi's head as his semen fills my cunt.

"Princess?" Nagato's voice echoes in the hallway, causing Itachi's head to rise.

"He's on top of it tonight," Tachi mumbles, tucking himself away and tugging my skirt back into place.

"What is that supposed to mean?" I ask, my focus on scanning my body. My deeper wounds have vanished curtsy of the man in front of me, leaving the simpler ones, my hickies, and bite marks.

"Last I knew Hidan was hanging in a tree," Itachi confuses, hand clinging to the back of my neck as he kisses my forehead. "That, and Kisame is in a bit of trouble."

"Oh," I whisper, eyes flickering to the door as the sound of Pain's footsteps creep closer.

"Goodnight, Kitten," he whispers, pecking my lips before vanishing. I don't know how Itachi does that and I'm not sure I want to know.

"Princess?" Pain grumbles again, pushing the door open. "How are you feeling?"

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CRUMBLE | Shisui Uchiha X Reader Angst

in which y/n is sifting through her boyfriend Shisui's stuff after he threw himself into the Naka River

warnings!: mentions of suicide, angst, underage drinking.

Beautiful Image below by @cynniminni @cynniminni (Thank you to @crystaldragon15 for bringing this to my attention!)

"I'm sorry for your loss."

Those five words were meant to console her. They were meant to offer her a temporary peace, a ripple of calm in the midst of her raging sea of emotions. And yet, coming out of Itachi's mouth, all it did was make her angry.

Still clad in his ANBU uniform, Itachi stood before her nothing in his expressoin giving away what he was feeling. They were face to face, him on her front porch, her huddled behind her door, the entrance to the home she had once shared with Shisui. She stared at him, hard, trying to find something, anything that would give away any hint of the emotion she was sure he had to be feeling. After all, Shisui had been his best friend.

And now he was dead.

"If there's anything I can do—" But she cut him off with a cold look.

"Unless you can bring him back," She whispered harshly, voice wavering over several octaves as she tried to keep herself steady. "Then there's nothing you can do, Shinobi-San."

If the use of the unfamiliar honorific bothered him at all, he didn't show it. Before today, Y/N could confidently say that she and Itachi had once been close. Mutual friends brought together by none other then Shisui Uchiha. Shisui had dragged them both to local pubs, gotten himself drunk beyond reason and then proceeded to force them all to have a sleepover on more than one occasion.

Because of Shisui, Y/N knew what Itachi's favorite drink was. She knew that he slept on his left side, hands nestled neatly under his chin. She knew that he had a younger brother named Sasuke, whom he adored more than anyone else, and that his favorite way to spend his days off was to spend them with him. She also knew that Itachi was Shisui's favorite person, that he loved him like the brother he never had.

Loved him more than anyone. Loved him more than he could ever love her.

"Y/N," There was a softness in Itachi's voice now and he took a step forward, wedging a foot by the door, like he was afraid she'd shut it. "I'm sorry. I truly am."

She didn't reply, only glared at the ground, trying, trying so hard to keep the tears at bay.

"He did it for you."

"No," Now her eyes snapped upward, meeting his ebony gaze. She felt the rage bubble up in her chest, and her voice was nothing more than a snarl when she spoke. "He did it for you."

And then she shoved him back and slammed the door shut.

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Three weeks later, Y/N found herself surrounded by boxes, the home she had once shared with Shisui empty. It had taken her two weeks to summon the courage to come back to the house, and even then, she had stood outside the door for a long time, preparing herself. She was selling the house, she had decided, but had put off packing everything until the day before she was due to move out. And now the only room in the house that was still untouched was the bedroom. Their bedroom.

No. There was no 'them' anymore. There was only a her. From the moment Shisui had made his decision there was only ever going to be a her.

But she needed to get this done. Not so much for the contracters but for herself. She needed this.

So she pushed through the door and into the bedroom. Despite the fact that Shisui hadn't perished there, the room felt like a grave. This was the last place he had held her. The last place he had kissed her, had laughed with her, had been with her. Maybe her eyes were playing tricks on her, but from the corner of her eyes, she saw bloodstains on the drawers.

She stifled the thoughts down. Standing there was just as suffocating as she thought it would be, but she kept telling herself it would better once she got it over with. Then she would never have to come here again. So she went to one of the drawers first, pulling it open, eager to occupy herself and just be done with it.

Blindly, she shoved his things into a box, not really paying attention to what she was putting. That was, until her fingers grasped something that made the undeniable sound of the crinkle of paper. Until she glanced down the paper and so two letters written on the folded paper. Two letters. Her initals.

The box dropped from her hands, cluttering to the floor.

With shaking fingers, she unfolded the paper, trying not to get her hopes up. It could just be a coincidence. After all, Itachi had already told her about Shisui's letter, that it was in the hands of the ANBU for investigation purposes. It had been short and to the point. It hadn't mentioned her.

                                                       Y/N,

Her name. Her name in black ink in Shisui's messy handwriting. Her eyes widened as she skimmed the paper full with long paragraphs. It was a letter. For her. Shisui had written her a letter. There was no date on it, she didn't know how long this peice of Shisui had been sitting here for.

y/n. My y/n, my love, my star, the apple to my pie. Wow. that was disgustingly cheesy. I’m being overly fucking cheesy. I’m so lame and gross, i’m sorry. But you love me anyway, right?

The truth is, this is my third time trying to write this letter. You’re sleeping now. I had to wiggle my way out of your grip, you were holding me so tightly. Its almost like you know, isn’t it?

Suddenly, her knees shook. She felt herself sink to the floor.

I made love to you for the first time last night. I know it isn’t fair, that it was completely selfish on my part but i guess i just

I just wanted to be as close to you as i could be. Just for tonight. You don’t know this, but i’ve been planning this for a while. This is how it has to happen. For the village. If i don’t do this, there may not be a village for very long. I’d be betraying my village and my duty to it

Do you hate me yet, y/n? For putting the future of the village above you?

 like i said, i’m a selfish creature. I didn’t just do this for the village. 

Do you ever get those nights where just…nothing is alright and and you honestly just feel shitty and it just shakes you up so bad you can’t sleep because there’s too much to think about?

Most of those many thoughts are about you, y/n. You take up so much space in my mind, there’s hardly any room for anything else. You keep me up at night. And so does the things i do, the things i did that i never told you about.

You see, y/n, i might be a smooth fucker most of the time, but with you, i come undone. There’s something about you that is so fucking addicitve. Words fail me when i’m around you. And i talk a lot. You know this.

y/n, everything in this world is so unbearingly heavy. The weight of the ANBU, the weight of the clan, the coup, the weight of the eyes in my sockets and the weight of knowing exactly who’s after them. Danzo is a powerful man, and his reach is far. If he cant get to me himself he’s going to get to me through you.

I’m a misfortune, y/n.

I keep messing up and turning things into shit. So many fucking slip-ups, you have no idea. But i can’t tell you any of this because i can’t bare to have you look at me the way i look at myself. I can’t let you see that side of me.

I wish things weren’t like this, i wish i wasn’t like this. I wish i wasn’t scared of myself, scared of what else i’m going to fuck up and what other damage i can cause. I wish i didn’t have to hide things from you. I wish you knew about the dangerous thoughts i have at night.

Things are especially heavy now, that’s why i’ve been acting so distant towards you. But you didn’t notice. Sometimes its frustrating how oblivious you are. But i guess it makes this a little bit earlier. 

I don’t know if you’ll ever come to read this, but i’m writing it because i’m tired, y/n. Im tired of keeping all these secrets from you, of living like this, it’s eating me alive. I hate that you look like you’re proud to be with me. I’m not proud to be me. I had hoped that one day i’d have the courage to tell you everything and hoped that you’d still look at me with love in your eyes. But i’m a coward. 

I understand if you can’t forgive me. I’ve done a lot of shitty things i’d rather not name. But if i told you that i did all those things because i love you, because i was afraid that you’d get involved in any of this, because i don’t want you to get hurt because i don’t want to mess everything up, because damn it all, you are my entire world and i dont ever want you to leave my side,

If i told you all those things, would you forgive me then?

I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what i’m doing. It’s late and all i want is to crawl back into your arms and drift off to the only place i have ever felt safe. I want to rip this scroll to shreds and forget everything that’s happened.

But this is all i could offer you. This stupid letter.

I could fix my faults and change the course of history a thousand times... But even then, I would still be unworthy of you.I must prioritize love over honor, and loving you has been an honor.

Until we meet again, I will hold on to the sweet hope of meeting you in a better world.

Sincerely, 

A very tired Shisui Uchiha

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[svfttachi]

Can you write Itachi and Yn kinda got into a arrange sort of relationship?!? And Yn stays a bit distant and barely talks to Itachi where as Itachi he tries his best to like you know care for her and stuff but he sometimes feels sad and hurt by her actions towards him idk

TYPE: Fem!reader, Angst, Fluff, Non-Mass AU

WARNING(S): None

WC: 3273

NOTES: I really liked writing this one, and I'm sorry for taking too long! I hope you enjoy this!

SIGNING a piece of paper that would dictate who you would spend the rest of your life with would most seemingly be the best day of your life, right? Wrong. Arranged marriages were common amongst members of different clans as a way to produce offspring that would grow to be powerful heads of their clans. However, marrying into the Uchiha clan was on a whole other level. For one thing, the Uchihas were known to be the most powerful clan in all of the Hidden Leaf Village, so marrying into it would be considered an honor since you’d have to be fit to a T to even be considered as a possible spouse to an Uchiha. The other thing, all of the elders were known for forcing young children and teens into pursuing the highest degree of honor that comes with being ninjas. That, in turn, only begins the rise of crushing mental health disorders amongst the Uchiha to which nobody tends to find a way to fight it and continue with the stressful path.

So, here you were inside of your new shared home cleaning up a little before the supposed arrival of your dear husband and one of the distinguishable ninja in the village, Uchiha Itachi. Growing up, you didn’t get why the girls in your class were always ogling over the Uchiha. In your opinion, he had a generic face with typical dark eyes and dark hair, and nothing significant stood out. However, that doesn’t mean you didn’t find him a remarkable ninja. You, along with everyone else in the village, knew what Itachi was capable of as a ninja. At times, you would grow jealous with how much attention he would get for being the best of the best in the clan since you were also one of the finest ninjas in your own clan. Shortly after the wedding ceremony between you and Itachi, you were advised to take on the tasks of a housewife rather than go on dangerous missions into the wilderness. It bothered you how patriarchal the Uchiha clan was, but who could you complain to in the hopes that that would change?

The sliding of the front door pulled you out of your thoughts, and your head turned in the direction of the entryway. Itachi walked into the house tearing his gear off from around his torso and untying his ninja headband, setting both objects onto the ground near the door. He took off his sandals, and you failed to notice the small bouquet of flowers held in his calloused hand. You were frozen in place with the broom still stuck in your hands as you watched Itachi walk up to you with one of his rare smiles that he only shows to you, his little brother, his best friend, and his former captain from the ANBU. Seeing Itachi in such a mood was a feeling only you could truly experience since the man had to keep his emotions hidden in his heart for missions and meetings with other ninjas.

“I hope that you didn’t make dinner yet. Let’s go out tonight, my treat,” Itachi spoke in his deep voice, holding out the bouquet of flowers in front of you. Your eyes danced from his delicate face to the flowers in his hand. “There’s leftovers from lunch that we can have instead,” you mumbled, turning to go back to brushing the floor with your broom.

No way were you going out to dinner with your arranged husband, willingly. Itachi sighed and stepped back a little to set the flowers down on the small dining table. “If you change your mind, I’ll be in my room,” Itachi whispered, hoping you wouldn’t hear him. Regardless, the words flew into one of your ears and out the other with no care in the world.

Light footsteps began to fade as Itachi left the dining room and went up the stairs to his room. Yes, the two of you had agreed to take on separate rooms since neither of you wanted this marriage in the first place. It would be more awkward if the two of you did sleep in the same room together, so it was quickly decided to not even approach that event.

Itachi entered his room and shut the door behind him, quietly not that you would have minded him slamming it shut. An exhausted sigh left his mouth as he approached the closet in his minimally decorated room and picked out a simple t-shirt with the Uchiha crest displayed on the back and a pair of comfortable pants. He set the clothes onto his futon which rested in the middle of his room, but instead of changing directly, he sat down on the futon and rubbed his hands over his face.

Over the past couple of months since the arranged marriage became official, Itachi’s heart began to beat erratically whenever you were in his presence. At first, he didn’t mind being in such a relationship since he was doing it to please his father and the heads of the clan, but the small amount of time he spent with you in this house was enough for him to grow feelings towards you. In the event you did smile, laugh, or show any sort of happiness in your face or body language, Itachi would feel himself achieve the same feeling inside of his body despite how emotionless he had to be due to his career as a ninja. Times when he came back injured or hurt from his missions, you would, hesitantly, treat his wounds because, of course, you didn’t want him to die from infections and stuff like that. That would just be entirely cruel of you, and you weren’t that heartless. Nonetheless, those small moments where you were your normal self and not some emotionless and heartless person would make his heart flutter even more for you.

A light knock rasped against the glass screen of his window, but Itachi was too into his thoughts to look up at the window. However, it didn’t stop his best friend from sliding the window up and lightly jumping into the room. It wasn’t completely necessary for Shisui to enter Itachi’s room like that because you didn’t care who was around as long as it was clean, but Shisui found it entertaining to climb up walls and enter in such a drastic way.

“I’m guessing the flowers didn’t sell her,” Shisui mumbled quietly, kneeling down to sit next to Itachi. Itachi simply shook his head and tried to take his mind off of it, but in the end, he couldn’t ever stop thinking about you. That’s just the kind of effect you had on him. Shisui placed a comforting hand on Itachi’s shoulder and patted it a couple of times as a way to show him that he was there for him. “Maybe she just needs more time to adjust,” Shisui added.

Itachi looked up and shook his head, “There’s nothing more I can do. She just hates me, and I didn’t give her a good reason to hate me… did I?” Itachi looked over at Shisui for the answer, and the older Uchiha simply shrugged his shoulders, “Who knows?”

The conversation between the two Uchihas was halted when a bird flew into the room with a scroll held in the strap around its body. It landed on Shisui’s shoulder, allowing the older Uchiha to take the scroll out of its holster. Itachi leaned a little close to Shisui to see what was written in the scroll only to find out it was an A-ranked mission that had to take place soon.

“Well, duty calls. I’ll meet you by the gate in a few,” Shisui stated, placing the scroll back in the bird’s holster. As the bird flew away, Shisui got up and headed for the window, anticipating to leave but he looked back at Itachi once more. “If you think she is worth it, ‘Tachi, then by all means keep going for it. I can see how much you care for Y/N, and she is bound to come around at some point,” Shisui said.

Itachi stared at his best friend for a little until the older Uchiha jumped out of the window to prepare for the mission. He knew his best friend was right, but was it worth it to cling onto someone who doesn’t reciprocate the same feeling?

Pushing it aside, Itachi, still in his ninja gear from his earlier C-rank mission, got up from his futon and walked out of his room. As he made his way downstairs, Itachi held eye contact on your figure which was still dusting the area of the first floor, hastily. Unknowingly, his feet walked him over to you to which you didn’t bat a single eye to. “Shisui and I got called for a mission. Don’t wait up on me for dinner since I may be back late,” Itachi said, rechecking his gear to distract his mind from the beating sensation of his heart in his chest.

You stopped dusting the floor and looked up at Itachi. A shroud of worry blew past you, followed by a light frown. “Well be careful, then,” you whispered and momentarily stared at his face, waiting for him to retreat. Itachi simply nodded and walked away to grab his gear, headband, and slide on his sandals.

Once he was out the door, you let out a sigh and went back to working on cleaning the entire house.

— — —

A bright blue sky was greeted with chirping birds and the exhausted panting of the Uchiha pair. The mission from the evening prior had gone on all night, and it left Shisui with some minor injuries and Itachi with a couple of larger gashes to his chest and abdomen. The younger Uchiha of the pair was to keep a large piece of gauze pressed on his abdomen where the gnash was still pouring out his crimson blood.

“You go get that checked out with the hospital, and I’ll deliver the report to the Hokage,” Shisui stated, looking begrudgingly at Itachi’s wounded torso. Itachi shook his head and continued taking deep breaths as he leaned against the tree near the gate to the village. “I’ll be fine… it’s just a scratch,” Itachi mumbled tiredly.

Shisui clicked his tongue, but he knew better than to argue with an Uchiha. “Fine, but let me know when you’re feeling better since you apparently despise the hospital and its authority to take care of you properly,” Shisui joked darkly before retreating onto a nearby rooftop.

Itachi took his time in going through the spacious village which would usually be packed with people, but due to it being too early in the morning, there weren’t many people walking around. He arrived at the Uchiha compound, and it was quiet as ever which allowed him to slip in undetected. In a matter of time, he arrived at your shared home, practically falling into the entryway.

The clash of objects coming from the entryway startled you from the kitchen, so you tossed the dish rag in your hand and untied your apron, making your way over there. Upon arriving, you found Itachi barely standing up with a hand pressed against a beam to keep his balance, and his other hand was weakly holding onto the blood soaked piece of gauze on his abdomen. “Itachi! What the heck happened?!” you gasped out, rushing to help him stand up better.

Taking one of his arms around your shoulder, you began to lead the exhausted man to the dining table and sat him down on the floor and on top of a cushion. “Let me see,” you whispered, staring at the gauze he measly kept against his oozing wound. A pained wince escaped from Itachi’s mouth as he carefully pulled the sticky gauze off of his wound, showcasing the depth it took into his skin. “Why didn’t you go to the hospital? This could be seriously infected!” you shouted, furrowing your brows at the Uchiha whilst shaking your head disapprovingly.

Keeping quiet, Itachi watched you walk away in a hurry only to come back with the first aid kit you both kept in the kitchen. You sat down in front of Itachi and motioned him to take off his gear and shirt which would allow you a better view of the damage that was done on his delicate skin. Carefully, Itachi pulled the sticky, blood soaked fabric off of his torso, revealing the gruesome jab at his abdomen he acquired during the mission. To your eyes, it looked less serious than it was when his shirt was taking in all the blood that emerged from it, so you pulled out the necessary supplies and began working on his wound.

The distance between the two of you was the shortest amount of space you two have been in ever since the day you two signed your marriage certificate. Ever since that day, you always kept your distance from Itachi and tended to be the caretaker for the home with him gone on missions occasionally.

When dabbing the outer edges of the wound with rubbing alcohol, you grew apparent to the wincing that the Uchiha was letting out, trying to keep them shielded from your excellent hearing. “Sorry… I have to make sure you don’t get an infection,” you explained in a low whisper, momentarily looking up to meet his narrowed eyes. Itachi nodded which allowed you to focus back on cleaning the wound.

A pile of blood stained and rubbing alcohol soaked cotton balls formed next to you as you began the next stage in fixing up Itachi. With your extensive medical training during your time as a ninja, you were skilled in suturing and stitching up skin to close a wound. Itachi watched with intensity how professional you were being in preparing the thread that you were going to use to stitch his wound. “This is going to sting a little here and there, but you can hold onto my arm if you’d like,” you commented with your focus completely on the thread and needle.

At first, Itachi didn’t feel the need to hold onto you in such a way, seeing as he was respectful of the boundaries you set for yourself. But as soon as the needle dug into the skin of his abdomen, Itachi found himself gripping onto your arm, making sure not to squeeze too hard unintentionally. Glancing up at Itachi’s face, a small smirk formed on your lips to which he simply chuckled in response, awkwardly of course.

The grand clock in your living area was the only audible sound ticking in the air as the silence of your voices were too encased in the space you two occupied. Itachi, occasionally, glanced down at your handiwork and was growing pleased with how determined, focused, and skilled you were with a needle and medical-grade thread. As a bonus, the completely focused expression on your face was enough to make Itachi go erratic in his heartbeat, as per usual.

Finishing up the last stitch, you clipped the thread and set the needle and thread aside. Reaching into the small first aid bin, you grabbed the roll of bandages and began to roll out a starting length of it to wrap around Itachi’s waist. However, just as you were going to wrap the bandage around him, your eyes took in the sight of the large gash, all stitched and closed up, which crossed over his toned muscles. Gulping, you proceeded to blink away the sight and went to wrap up Itachi’s wound, making sure it wasn’t too tight or too loose. Itachi wasn’t oblivious to the look on your face when you spotted his chiseled look, but he didn’t want to bring it to your attention.

Once you were finished, you began to clean up all of the used supplies and restored the remaining materials in the first aid kit. Before you could get up, Itachi grasped your wrist and pulled you closer to him to the point your noses were brushing against one another, softly. Itachi’s charcoal eyes looked up to meet your shining orbs, and it was evident that he was smiling now from the sign of little eye creases at the corners of his eyes.

“Y/N… I may have fallen, head-over-heels, for you,” Itachi whispered quietly, bringing a hand up to caress your cheek softly. Your breath grew shaky at the proximity between the two, and you couldn’t help but feel warmth coming to your cheeks, especially where the backs of Itachi’s soft fingers rubbed against.

In a haste, you backed away, got up, and rushed out of the dining room and up the stairs, leaving Itachi seated in the dining room with a confused look on his face. Nearly tripping a couple of times on your way to your room, you managed to enter and slammed the door shut behind you with your back leaning against it. Gravity pulled your figure down to the ground, so you sat with your back against the door and your hands rubbing your temples.

You couldn’t argue that your heart was doing a little dance through the interaction between you and Itachi, but the feeling came almost too sudden for you to fully comprehend. It was never your intention to fall for the Uchiha as you remained composed and distant with the man in the hopes you’d never have to deal with this, yet… it seems your heart is denying such intentions. Especially whenever you saw the pain you were causing him whilst treating his dangerous wound, you couldn’t stand to see his face contort in such ways nor the winces that escaped his mouth. Just earlier in the week, you were able to separate yourself from Itachi and go on about your day through cleaning and maintaining the house, but now… it seemed rather impossible to stop thinking about the Uchiha in these caring ways.

Soft knocks hit the door behind your back, startling you a little. Taking a deep breath, you stood up and hesitantly slid the door open, focusing on the look on Itachi’s face. He looked upset and bothered by the way he made you run away after speaking with you.

“Look, Y/N, let’s just forget what I sa—”

“I think I feel the same way about you.”

Itachi didn’t like being cut off before he could apologize for the way he made you react, but hearing your confession of your love for him was enough to make him push back everything he believed in and widen his eyes in shock. Never would he ever think you would accept his love this fast, yet here you were thinking about it.

“A—Are you certain of it? I don’t want to impose anything on you if you are not—”

Once again, the man was silenced, but this time, the interruption came in the form of a sudden casing of warmth surrounding his waist. Frozen and in complete shock, Itachi stood still with you clinging onto his torso with your arms wrapped around him, securely. “I wouldn’t say it unless I’m certain, Itachi,” you said, voice muffled by the fabric of the clean shirt he had put on prior to this. Itachi comprehended the situation happening right here, and he didn’t waste another second into reciprocating the hug, keeping you trapped and close to his body. His chin dug into your head, allowing him to place a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

“Thank you, Y/N… for everything.”

*GIF DOES NOT BELONG TO ME*

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