#izumito

[izunaweek]

🔥 Izuna Week 2024 🔥 Day 1

Kotoamatsukami / Coup / Everyone Dies AU

AO3 Collection | Event Tag: #IzunaWeek2024

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Day: i.e. #day 1 #day 2

Prompt: i.e. #kotoamatsukami #everyone dies AU

Ship: i.e. #tobiizu #madaizu

Event: #IzunaWeek2024

#uchiha izuna #izuna uchiha #naruto founders #tobiizu #madaizu #hashiizu #izumito #izunaweek2024

[al-stuffy]

MITO'S POLLS MITO'S POLLS MITO'S POLLS

@foundersweek @narutopolls

#mito uzumaki #madamito #hashimito #hashimadamito #izumito #mitouka #tobimito #naruto founders #foundersweek2023 #founders era #founders polls #my polls

[drowningindango]

piggy back rides and Izuna x Mito(? 🤔

Whoopsie, that took longer than I wanted… surprise! Here it is! (For context, a loooooong while ago I asked for prompts)

IzuMito | piggyback ride

As the youngest of five children, Izuna had the privilege of being the one who got pampered and spoiled by his elder siblings. There would always be one of them next to him when he made a mistake: When he hit his head, they doted on him and made sure it was nothing serious. When a bee flew into his wide collar, Madara got it out before it could sting him, while he was screaming his lungs out. When he dropped his food, his sister gave him her own.

Nothing and nobody was allowed to upset him while they were near. Even when he insisted on fighting his own battles, they would not listen. They treated him like he was made of sugar.

…he hated it.

When he was nine and sprained his ankle, he had enough and went as far as refusing a piggyback ride back home. Instead he hobbled all the way to the Uchiha compound by himself, grumpily snapping at his siblings’ concerned pleas to let them at least support his weight. Izuna was twenty-four now. His four elder siblings had been reduced to one, who fretted over him all the more, even though Madara often pretended otherwise. His big brother had learned to be more subtle if he wished for his aid to be accepted.

Izuna had worked hard for his reputation. He was strong. Cunning. Independent. He went toe to toe with Tobirama when they had still been at odds with the Senju, and now he was one of Konoha’s fiercest (and most feared) protectors.

“This is humiliating…” Izuna grumbled.

Mito huffed and slightly loosened her grip. “Do you want me to drop you?”

“No,” Izuna hurried to say, his fingers digging into her shoulder.

He trusted Mito. Unlike others, she knew how to be discreet. This would be their little secret.

If he was honest with himself, he liked being carried if it was her. Her strong arms supported his weight with ease – something most people would not suspect, since she was hiding her muscle under fine silk and delicately embroidered sleeves. Her sweet and soft demeanor was as deceptive as the sea. It invited you to eagerly jump into the blue water, only to meet a gruesome fate when the unsuspecting victim was skewered on sharp rocks waiting under the waves. Izuna had only seen glimpses of it, but he had felt the hard lines of her body beneath her clothes on more than one occasion. Oh, to be so lucky to unveil these layers, piece by piece, under the soft glow of the moonlight—

“…are you drooling on my shoulder?” Mito asked in an incredulous tone.

Izuna tensed and snapped his mouth shut, before licking his lips as quietly as possibly. “Wh–What? No. Rain. It’s definitely raining.”

He might be getting a little too comfortable around her.

#asks #ask game #mito uzumaki #izuna uchiha #izumito #uzumaki mito #uchiha izuna #my fic

[silverutahraptor]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Naruto Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Uchiha Izuna/Uzumaki Mito Characters: Uzumaki Mito, Uchiha Izuna Additional Tags: Female Uchiha Izuna, Uchiha Izuna Lives, Alternate Universe - Gender Changes, Drabble Collection, Fem Founders 2023, Arranged Marriage Summary:

A collection of drabbles for the Female Founders 2023 event—currently planning to set them all in the same AU.

Day 1 - Arranged Marriage (300 words) Uzumaki Mito contemplates her upcoming marriage to Uchiha Izuna.

Day 2 - "All the world is a cage in a young girl's eyes." A conversation between two kunoichi.

Chapter 2! still Mito/fem!Izuna ;)

for Day 2 of @femfounders with the quote "All the world is a cage in a young girl's eyes."

#femfounders2023 #day 2 #uchiha izuna #female uchiha izuna #uzumaki mito #mitozuna #izumito #ship name?? idk #naruto founders

[donotpercieveme123]

OK OK! The only way I can stand izumito is if they're both as manipulative, and low key sadistic, as each other! First time they meet she reads him for filth and becomes his most hated person in a matter of minutes. So he does the same thing to her the next time they meet. Then BOOM! tension, rivalry, obsession!

Give me 'u are everything I hate about myself' instead of the morticia/ gomez dynamic!! That's hashimito if anything! They're both morticia! They're both mean doms, and they both want someone to be obsessed with them (mito is more subtle about it tho). Lots of clashing, lots of power play, and all the degradation. Chaotic, really toxic enjf/enfj

#izumito #izuna #mito

[hiruma-musouka]

Miss Fisher AU - IzuMito

@spiraling​ started doing a Bad Things Happen Bingo prompt card and prompted me for “Impaled palm, Izuna and Tobirama, one of our verses” while I was impatiently waiting for my own card to be processed. Technically this is actually a verse @elenathehun​ was toying with so here’s to you dear. EDIT 2020/09/28: Refined and put on AO3

"You realize," Detective Inspector Izuna Uchiha called upwards in annoyance, glaring at a distinctly familiar acquaintance as Constable Sarutobi shifted restlessly behind him, "that if I wasn't personally familiar with your credentials I'd have you in the car on the way to station even as we speak."

"Why that's particularly unfriendly of you," a woman said from behind him and Izuna closed his eyes briefly, vaguely recognizing that voice as well. “Tobirama's merely being an exemplary citizen and donating his time and expertise in name of the public good."

"Much like you?" Izuna asked sardonically, turning to watch as the latest headache to grace the Melbourne area strode down the aisle between the chapel's pews, dressed yet again with an elegance only seen among high society socialites and actresses in the pictures. At least he could say that this so-called lady detective was easier on the eyes than the rest of the problems in his section of town, but the downside of high-born problems was that you couldn't generally shove them in a cell to make them rethink their approach on life. "And how precisely did the two of you manage to get here so quickly, if I may ask, Mrs. Uzumaki?"

The woman smiled at him, bordering on the edge between genial and flirtatious with all the skill of a tightrope walker. "We were here for the service of course; it is a Sunday after all, Inspector."

Izuna's eyebrows shot skyward and he couldn't help the highly skeptical glance he shot up at Doctor Tobirama Senju, who was still on a ladder and closely examining the corpse which was strung up like the son of god on the metal cross behind the altar, arms outspread with hands impaled and all. Izuna might not be as familiar with the Senju family as his older brother, but the second son had always struck him as being as areligious as a man could conceivably be.

"We weren't attending the service," the doctor clarified without turning around. He lifted a hand to examine the man's neck more thoroughly and credentials or not, Izuna was going to brainstorm some way of expressing his displeasure with this setup so that these two didn't get into the habit of thinking that crossing into crime scenes was an acceptable activity for the general public. "Mito and I were having breakfast and stopped by to drop off Miss Biwako."

That did sound far more probable. "Constable," Izuna said, "go interview the young lady."

He had the amusement of watching Sarutobi's eyes widen slightly in alarm before his constable slapped on what the young man probably thought was a soothingly charming smile and headed for the stiffly proper woman standing far closer to the door.

Mrs. Uzumaki looked amused as well when he turned back to her. It was attractive on her but he suspected most expressions were and at any rate, none of it made her blithe transgressions less inappropriate. "If you could follow for your own interview, Mrs. Uzumaki, I'd appreciate it," he added pointedly.

"Of course, Inspector," she said lightly. "Just as soon as I have some facts for my own case. What do you think so far, Tobirama?"

"This is police business," Izuna added, unimpressed. "I highly doubt anyone hired you to engage in any case given the primary one who might complain is rather pinned down at the moment."

Her lips twitched.

"He was possibly crucified as the actual method of murder rather than just displayed," Doctor Senju called out, sounding faintly intrigued, and the two of them both paused to look up at the cross.

Who on the whole of the earth actually took the time and effort to crucify a man these days? That was very slow to kill if he recalled his history lessons. Not a reliable method of murder if you wanted to avoid someone finding and saving your victim.

"Was he now?" Mrs. Uzumaki asked, also intrigued, and Izuna cursed internally.

So much for thrusting the both of them out of his crime scene quickly.

#uchiha izuna #uzumaki mito #senju tobirama #miss fisher's murder mysteries #naruto #my writing #badthingshappenbingo #fusion fic #izumito

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Masterlist for Mobile

includes all three boards; some fills my appear under multiple boards; content warnings not included, so follow links at your own risk

Board A

meet cute: #254: THE MEET CUTE by blsofchaos (nejigaa), First Meeting by blsofchaos (hashitobi), All of my stumbling phrases by toughluckbuddy (jiraoro), Square-up by writhingbeneathyou (madagai), Out of The Comfort Zone by malakia215 (hinakarin)

enemies to friends to lovers: artwork by perelka-l (itama/unnamed uchiha), denouements, and other ways you ended by mouseymightymarvellous (hakusaku), Rare Pair Bingo 2019 Collection by spiraling (izuita)

best friends turned lovers: Tea and Sympathy by fantasticblazepoetry (gaigenanko)

history: Love is the fear of falling by fantasticblazepoetry (izumimada)

hurt/comfort: Presence of Mind by screamingStarmie (hashitobi), Shadows of the Past by crystallized-shadow (hashimadatobi), These Healing Hands by writhingbeneathyou (hashimadatobi), The Unexpected by malakia215 (ankorin), Proper Care by kalira9 (hashimadatobi), The Box by saengak (aomei), A Piece Of Home by fuckyeahobinaru (obinaru), Your regrets hound your demons by fantasticblazepoetry (itakonan)

village or clan swap/change: Who is the lamb and who is the knife by toughluckbuddy (sakuhina), Village Swap by blsofchaos (nejigaa), Beginnings Are What We Make Of Them by raendown (kagatobi)

gods and goddesses: This is the Road to Ruin by an-actual-ocean (mitotouka), Like a Bird Set Free by WrithingBeneathYou (tobiizu), Transcendence by raendown (tobiizu)

shack fic/cave fic: Marking Time (To Make You Mine) by raendown (madakaka), Uncommon Care by kalira9 (zabuhaku)

pining: A Year Gone By by raendown (sakuhina), Breaking the Guard by writhingbeneathyou (madagai), The Gift that Will Bring Me Back to You by malakia215 (kisahina), Lifeline by fuckyeahobinaru (obinaru), What friends are for by fantasticblazepoetry (minaoro)

bodyswap: A Mile In Your Shoes by raendown (hashimito), Rare Pair Bingo 2019 Collection by spiraling (tobiita)

first meeting/last meeting: But somehow through the storm I couldn't get to you by toughluckbuddy (obikurenai), The Only Thing Stopping Me is You by crystallized-shadow (kagatobi)

generation swap: Building Konoha by kalira9 (sakuoro), Heart Under Attack by crystallized-shadow (madakaka)

free space: Shed A Light by WrithingBeneathYou (hashitobi), Please, Not Near the Soup by h0ehinata (shiita), Hunger by fuckyeahobinaru (obinaru), Patient love by fantasticblazepoetry (leesasu)

high seas: A Visit by imadethisblogcuzmymomfollowed (mikokushi), Booty by kalira9 (kisasaku), The Witch by the sea by fantasticblazepoetry (hashimadamito), Rare Pair Bingo 2019 Collection by spiraling (meikawa)

fairy tale: East of the Sun, West of the Moon by screamingStarmie (tobimina)

hot springs: The kindest of kisses breaks the hardest of hearts by toughluckbuddy (hashikaku), Hot Springs by blsofchaos (hashitobi)

crossover/fusion: for reasons wretched and divine by screamingStarmie (kagatobi), Welcome to Neighborhood 12358W by hypereuni (kakuhida), hanged skies and drowned oceans by mouseymightymarvellous (shikasaku), Deliverance by writhingbeneathyou (hashitobi), Scars by fuckyeahobinaru (obinaru), Weight of the heart by fantasticblazepoetry (sakuoro)

neighbors: n/a

friendship/family: artwork by perelka-l (fugaminakushimiko), Acculturation by WrithingBeneathYou (hashitobi), Who will win? by malakia215 (mikokushi), Pack Unbound by kalira9 (sakuoro), The Art of Moving On by fantasticblazepoetry (minamiko)

magical realism: artwork by kinchansattemptatfanart (minaita), Arsony Just Might Lead to a Boyfriend by screamingStarmie (hashimadatobi), Basking and Brooding by kalira9 (oromina), Cheerful Magic by fantasticblazepoetry (inosakuhina), Rare Pair Bingo 2019 Collection by spiraling (kawaizu)

jutsu accident: Want me to love you in moderation (well, don't you know I wish I could) by toughluckbuddy (izuiru), Jutsu Accident by blsofchaos (hashitobi), The Ruins of Our Lives by saengak (kakarin), Squid Tempura by writhingbeneathyou (tobiizu), A Fluffy Handful by fuckyeahobinaru (obinaru), Jutsu gone right by fantasticblazepoetry (irutobi), Rare Pair Bingo 2019 Collection by spiraling (chosaku)

post-apocalypse/dystopian: Holding my hand in the pale gloom by toughluckbuddy (kagatobi), Rare Pair Bingo 2019 Collection by spiraling (itahana)

time travel: Long Story by kalira9 (madakaka), every fire is a lesson learned by blackkatmagic (sakukonan), Some feelings, they can travel too by toughluckbuddy (nejishi), Rare Pair Bingo 2019 Collection by spiraling (fugamito)

anbu: Happiness is an extremely uneventful subject by toughluckbuddy (shinogaa), Comfort and Care by kalira9 (kakayamasaku), Rare Pair Bingo 2019 Collection by spiraling (ankorin)

animalistic traits: No Patience for Pleasantries by writhingbeneathyou (madatobiizu), Winter Warmth by kalira9 (sakuoro), Thrill of the hunt by fantasticblazepoetry (madatobiizu), Rare Pair Bingo 2019 Collection by spiraling (shinokibahina)

Board B

animal summons: Pack Unbound by kalira9 (sakuoro), Rare Pair Bingo 2019 Collection by spiraling (hashimito)

weather/seasons: Hitchhiker From Hell by writing-escapes (kakuhida), Winter Warmth by kalira9 (sakuoro), Once Upon a Season by xxsurvivalistxx (kankuneji), Rare Pair Bingo 2019 Collection by spiraling (kakaobishizune)

photography: Some feelings, they can travel too by toughluckbuddy (nejishi), A Piece Of Home by fuckyeahobinaru (obinaru)

scifi: Rare Pair Bingo 2019 Collection by spiraling (fugaminakushimiko)

fake/pretend relationship: I can feel my heart (it's falling like the stars) by definitelynotaminion (izuita)

marriage: Balance by kalira9 (hashimito), Wedding tears by fantasticblazepoetry (meitsuna)

accidental child acquisition: The Unplanned Surprises of Life by xxsurvivalistxx (shikanaru), Lone Cub by kalira9 (sakuoro), The aches of empty spaces and new beginnings by fantasticblazepoetry (orohiza), Rare Pair Bingo 2019 Collection by spiraling (izumito)

obito: But somehow through the storm I couldn't get to you by toughluckbuddy (obikurenai), A Fluffy Handful by fuckyeahobinaru (obinaru)

itachi: The Haimaru Incentive by xxsurvivalistxx (itahana), Your childhood trauma is not my childhood trauma by fantasticblazepoetry (itaizumishihina)

solarpunk/steampunk/cyberpunk: don't wait (we are the miracles) by definitelynotaminion (sakuinosainarushika), Grind My Gears by something-like-air (tobiizu), A cyborg and an android walk into a repair shop by fantasticblazepoetry (obikonan), Rare Pair Bingo 2019 Collection by spiraling (hirubiwa)

sakura: Who is the lamb and who is the knife by toughluckbuddy (sakuhina), Caught by sparkswithyou (irusaku), Insomnolence by xxsurvivalistxx (gaasaku), The Beginning of Something Really Excellent by something-like-air (temasaku),Cheerful Magic by fantasticblazepoetry (inosakuhina)

childhood friends/enemies: Building Konoha by kalira9 (sakuoro), Always by something-like-air (shiita)

free space: artwork by angededesespoir (sakumo/dai), Sign Here, Please by hypereuni (kakuhida), Want me to love you in moderation (well, don't you know I wish I could) by toughluckbuddy (izuiru), Arsony Just Might Lead to a Boyfriend by screamingStarmie (hashimadatobi), Clarity by sparkswithyou (raisaku), The Drama of Mito and the (Not-)Skewered Noodle Cat by kalira9 (hashimitoizu), Futile Questions by xxsurvivalistxx (tenzo/shisui), Rare Pair Bingo 2019 Collection by spiraling (ebisu/asuma)

genma: Dark Before Dawn by sparkswithyou (kakashi/genma/shikamaru), Kitsune No Tenshi by xxsurvivalistxx (genma/shizune), The Same Desert Twice by something-like-air (genmabaki), Tea and Sympathy by fantasticblazepoetry (gaigenanko)

shikamaru: a sigh inside the dark by definitelynotaminion (shikasainaru, shikasasu), Exhibiting Mannerisms by xxsurvivalistxx (shikanaru), Waiting by something-like-air (shikasau)

social media: Appearances and Personas by xxsurvivalistxx (kakamei)

injured: artwork by angededesespoir (shikaku/choza), Uncommon Care by kalira9 (zabuhaku), Cognitive Dissonance by xxsurvivalistxx (kakashi/kitou), Rarepair KakaHana by cherryblossomshadow (kakahana), The Box by saengak (aomei), Scars by fuckyeahobinaru (obinaru), Hazards of the job by fantasticblazepoetry (madatobiizu), Rare Pair Bingo 2019 Collection by spiraling (shikaten)

shino: Happiness is an extremely uneventful subject by toughluckbuddy (shinogaa), Simple Acceptance by xxsurvivalistxx (shinoten)

arranged marriage: A Little Far for Me to Reach by something-like-air (mikokushi), The kindest of kisses breaks the hardest of hearts by toughluckbuddy (hashikaku), Welcome to Neighborhood 12358W by hypereuni (kakuhida), Arrangements and Abandonments by kalira9 (hashimito), Rare Pair Bingo 2019 Collection by spiraling (hashimitoizu)

ultra-rare: artwork by angededesespoir (hiruko/orochimaru), Bugs in the Dirt by imadethisblogcuzmymomfollowed (sakura/fuu), it's only been a moment (a lifetime) by definitelynotaminion (kawasaku), Home by sparkswithyou (raidou/aoba), Comfort and Care by kalira9 (kakayamasaku), Old Pergament by fantasticblazepoetry (oromito)

tobirama: artwork by liina-me (tobiizu), Presence of Mind by screamingStarmie (hashitobi), And I Will Come Out to Meet You by something-like-air (tobimito), Holding my hand in the pale gloom by toughluckbuddy (kagatobi), Proper Care by kalira9 (hashimadatobi), Jutsu gone right by fantasticblazepoetry (irutobi)

tsunade: Different shades of kindness by fantasticblazepoetry (danorotsu)

temari: n/a

celebrities: All of my stumbling phrases by toughluckbuddy (jiraoro), Tenten's Secret Love Seal by something-like-air (karin/tenten)

missing-nin/akatsuki: artwork by sojalecithin (kakakonan), truth, coming out of her grief to save mankind by definitelynotaminion (kushikonan), To the end by ubeetlebum (obidei), Booty by kalira9 (kisasaku), Rare Pair Bingo 2019 Collection by spiraling (meikonan)

Board C

anbu: Made Faces by imadethisblogcuzmymomfollowed (konarin), Comfort and Care by kalira9 (kakayamasaku)   

pets: Rarepair KakaHana by cherryblossomshadow (kakahana)

superheros/villains: Rare Pair Bingo 2019 Collection by spiraling (tobiizu)

hidan: n/a

hinata: Who is the lamb and who is the knife by toughluckbuddy (sakuhina),  Rare Pair Bingo 2019 Collection by spiraling (hinaten)   

frenemies: n/a

konan: artwork by sojalecithin (kakakonan), Your regrets hound your demons by fantasticblazepoetry (itakonan)

marriage of convenience: Rare Pair Bingo 2019 Collection by spiraling (hashimitoizu)

ino: Cheerful Magic by fantasticblazepoetry (inosakuhina)   

only one bed: for reasons wretched and divine by screamingStarmie (kagatobi), Locked Out by kalira9 (orotsuna), Hitchhiker From Hell by writing-escapes (kakuhida), Rare Pair Bingo 2019 Collection by spiraling (shisui/kurenai)

gaara: Happiness is an extremely uneventful subject by toughluckbuddy(shinogaa)

cops/criminals: Rare Pair Bingo 2019 Collection by spiraling (zabuhaku)

free space: the taste of iron on her lips by imadethisblogcuzmymomfollowed (sakuhina)

shisui: Some feelings, they can travel too by toughluckbuddy (nejishi), Together by kalira9 (kakashisui)   

university: Drum Sticks and Ding Dongs byimadethisblogcuzmymomfollowed (juusui), Rare Pair Bingo 2019 Collection by spiraling (tobiizu)

minato: East of the Sun, West of the Moon by screamingStarmie (tobimina),What friends are for by fantasticblazepoetry (minaoro)   

izuna: Messenger by kalira9 (hashimitoizu), Want me to love you in moderation (well, don't you know I wish I could) by toughluckbuddy (izuiru), Thrill of the huntby fantasticblazepoetry (madatobiizu)

western: n/a

mei: The Box by saengak (aomei), Wedding tears by fantasticblazepoetry(meitsuna)

randomizer:  artwork by angededesespoir  (shikaku/choza), Long Story by kalira9 (madakaka),  All of my stumbling phrases by toughluckbuddy (jiraoro),Rare Pair Bingo 2019 Collection by spiraling (madatobiizu)

fate/soulmates: But somehow through the storm I couldn't get to you by toughluckbuddy (obikurenai),  Welcome to Neighborhood 12358W by hypereuni (kakuhida),  Arrangements and Abandonments by kalira9 (hashimito)  

deidara: n/a

kakuzu: Sign Here, Please by hypereuni (kakuhida), The kindest of kisses breaks the hardest of hearts by toughluckbuddy (hashikaku) 

kagami: Holding my hand in the pale gloom by toughluckbuddy (kagatobi) 

sick fic: Delirium by writing-escapes (kisahida), Lone Cub by kalira9 (sakuoro),Old Pergament by fantasticblazepoetry (oromito), Rare Pair Bingo 2019 Collection by spiraling (hayate/yugao)

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[lunawings]

Omgggggfh you can unlock a special title and story in LLSIF by going to IzuMito Sea Paradise this month. I will literally do this.

#and i will flaunt that title #until they inevitably put it in the sticker shop

[izunaweek]

🔥 Izuna Week 2024 🔥 Day 3

Hiraishin / Stargazing / Professional Sports AU

AO3 Collection | Event Tag: #IzunaWeek2024

Please Tag

Day: i.e. #day 1 #day 2

Prompt: i.e. #kotoamatsukami #everyone dies AU

Ship: i.e. #tobiizu #madaizu

Event:#IzunaWeek2024

#uchiha izuna #izuna uchiha #naruto founders #tobiizu #madaizu #hashiizu #izumito

[al-stuffy]

MITO'S POLLS MITO'S POLLS MITO'S POLLS

Sensors are practical, detail-orientated, focus on facts and procedures.

Intuitors are imaginative, concept-orientated, focus on meanings and possibilities.

First part

@narutopolls @foundersweek

#mito uzumaki #naruto founders #foundersweek2023 #founders era #founders polls #hashimito #tobimito #izumito #madamito #mitouka #my polls #my beautiful queen ❤️ #you deserved so much better :( #to the person who told me in the comments of the previous post that I wrote the polls answers wrong #thank you! #I deleted the post before I could thank you :(

[drowningindango]

Hm… a thought:

IzuMito…. Tiny wife, tinier husband……..

#izumito #izuna uchiha #mito uzumaki #naruto #‘so how did you end up together?’ ‘she likes to be tall’

[silverutahraptor]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Naruto Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Uchiha Izuna/Uzumaki Mito Characters: Uzumaki Mito, Uchiha Izuna Additional Tags: Female Uchiha Izuna, Uchiha Izuna Lives, Alternate Universe - Gender Changes, Drabble Collection, Fem Founders 2023, Arranged Marriage Summary:

A collection of drabbles for the Female Founders 2023 event—currently planning to set them all in the same AU.

Day 1 - Arranged Marriage (300 words) Uzumaki Mito contemplates her upcoming marriage to Uchiha Izuna.

For @femfounders Day 1/March 4, Arranged Marriage with Mito/female Izuna. ❤️

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NARUTO FANFICTION REC - TOBIRAMA PART 11

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soulmates see color (IzuMito)

Happy late birthday @elenathehun​.  I wrote IzuMito like you wanted ^.^  💕 

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This is fucking ridiculous.

Izuna drags a hand down his face, closing his eyes to the massive warehouse full of various merchandise, and sincerely regrets asking his father for this mission. He certainly hadn't wanted to accompany Uncle Kenrou's group to the western desert with his brother (of all miserable places), but he also hadn't realized at the time that he'd have to track this group of thieves south and east to cut over nearly the entirety of Hi no Kuni, sneak past patrols from several different clans (most of whom would love to kill him), and then curve back upwards to stop within kunai-throwing distance of the Yu no Kuni border.

And now he's finally caught up to his quarry, except they've already sold his client's priceless (and pointless) trinket to a merchant.

A very successful merchant.

One who possess an unnecessarily large stock in his opinion and is either the most disorganized and eclectic woman Izuna's ever come across or who has evidently met her soulmate and decided afterwards to implement a color-based organizational scheme among her products.

Which makes this night so much better given that to him everything just looks like a mass of yellows and grays with a scattering of blues.

What kind of inconsiderate, inefficient, and short-sighted merchant organizes their warehouse by color!? Yes, yes, there are obviously individual groupings of similar items among each greater section - furniture with furniture, rugs with rugs, jewelry with jewelry - but at least seventy percent of the average population is color impaired in some way at any one point in time! How the hell does she stay in business? Does Akiyama only hire workers who can see in full color?

... No. No that would be foolish, Izuna realizes, silently drumming his fingers on his sword hilt. Akiyama didn't establish a large mercantile network by vastly limiting her employee base. If her merchandise is organized by primary color after it's purchased, and all the employees know the organizational scheme, then items wouldn't need to be rigorously labeled for color as long as there's at least one full-sighted staff member who can run checks that the system is being maintained.

Theoretically, it might shave time off in day-to-day affairs. If time is money, that's obviously a benefit from Akiyama's perspective.

This, of course, does not change the fact that Izuna doesn't know the warehouse's system and thus can not easily rule out any areas. He also can't afford to genjutsu one of the workers to fetch it for him because his client wants the theft kept as quiet as possible which means any potential evidence of his presence is a bad idea. And he has to find it tonight because while he has confirmation that one of Akiyama's employees purchased it five hours ago, he has no idea how long it takes this branch to process items.

"A brilliant emerald in a silver setting," Izuna mutters, eyes darting from one end of the building to another. Silver's easy enough, he knows he sees that in the same shade as his matched parents, but emeralds are supposed to be green and green is one of the most widely common problem colors. He has no idea what green actually looks like to soul-matched people, but...

'Red for running blood

Pink for sakura blooming

Orange for mikan

Yellow for the sun

Green for healthy, growing grass...'

Izuna may or may not pout like he's ten-years-old again as he mentally double-checks part of the color haiku. Grass under a summer sun always appears to be a yellow or gray-yellow to him. Which is a problem because over half of the contents of this room are in some variation of yellow!

He resists the urge to sigh and makes his way to the right. He'll need to run a systematic grid search to make sure he doesn't miss the pendant given its small size. At least he can rule out anything that's colored an intense blue. Judging from past experience, those items have to be either legitimately blue or some shade of purple.

... This would be a lot easier if he could afford to use a brighter light.

( It's going to be so very satisfying when he turns those thieves in for their bounty on top of his mission pay. He's positive they must have a bounty among the civilians: he can't be the only person they've angered if they've successfully robbed a noblewoman while being incompetent enough to still get noticed. )

.

.

Izuna finally finds the uselessly overpriced bauble at around four in the morning. He's tired, cranky, twitchy from dodging random guard checks, and suffering a horrendous headache both from straining to see details in low-light and from frequently flicking his sharingan on and off for better night vision.

The palm-sized pendant really doesn't look impressive enough to be worth this hassle, if he's honest. He's aware it must be very expensive considering the size of the gemstone and the mission fee his client is willing to pay for its retrieval, but from a purely aesthetic point of view Izuna can barely think of anything to recommend it. The emerald looks like solidified incense ash to him even if the silver is molded in an admittedly elegant, antique design.

But a mission is a mission and his is finally done. He even has a little time left before his family starts worrying, which means he has the opportunity to do something for himself.

Maybe he'll take the scenic route back after disposing of the thieves who have lingered nearby. He's never seen the ocean before.

.

.

"We dead. We so dead."

"Shut yer mouth and keep moving! We'll just— we'll put 'er in the pit with the others and be done with it! Nobody's gonna dig up all of those bodies just looking for one girl."

"She got a devil's hair, Taro, a devil's! Ain't seen nothing like it, but y'know the stories. Only the Uzumaki got that 'round these parts." Masaharu starts breathing harder, eyes darting around the inn, frantic mania building under the surface as he searches the shadows of the room. "They catch spirits with glowing chains and eat 'em alive. They know things - know how to write down stuff, make all kinds of things happen. Don't even need words! Just squiggles and paper and—"

"MASA!" Taro snaps, punching his friend firmly in the shoulder. Masa's eyes dart back to his, jerked out of his high pitched rambling. "She's got buns. It's a hairstyle. There isn't anything devilish about it. Now grab that man—" he pointed towards a dead fisherman with blue-tinged skin, bloodshot eyes, and a mouth covered in vomit "—and start getting 'em all on the damn cart. We've gotta get all these folks buried before we can leave, you know that."

"It ain't the style, Taro," Masaharu whispers, fearful as a child. "It the color. It like, like blood Taro. It look like blood and flowers. 'Taint natural."

Of course it's the color, Taro curses internally. Damn Masa's useless soulmate. She met the man, put all these stories in the poor fool's head, and then up and got herself a wasting sickness months later instead of sticking around to deal the results of her messing with her man's brain.

"Listen. Masa," Taro says reassuringly, shaking the idiot's shoulder until he looks at him. "I don't know what color you're seeing, but it's just light colored hair, alright? Look at 'er," he says, waving towards the inn's stairs where the visiting teen had collapsed earlier, sprawled out on the last steps in a simple dress like any other village girl. "She isn't going to do anything. We'll bury them all and be done with it alright?"

Masaharu gulps. "It bad luck to bury the livin', Taro."

"Hey, hey," he scolds, when Masa's attention wanders back to the girl. "She's just a bit slow to die, alright? Some people just die hard, that's all. You heard what those shinobi told us: the poison's fatal, alright? She'll be dead before long just like the rest."

Masaharu hesitates, wringing his sleeves and looking around the inn at all the corpses, each crumbled to the floor wherever they'd been standing when the poison in Taro's pipe smoke had triggered the stuff they'd drunk . "Don't seem right, ta me. It just don't seem right..."

"Well right doesn't keep food in our bellies, Masa, and there isn't any work but what the shinobi wanted. I don't much like it myself, but I'm not gonna let you and me suffer a slow death." Masaharu shudders at the idea and Taro gives him a grim smile and a friendly pat. "Now, have I let you down? Left you behind before even when I maybe should've?"

"No. You're a good friend."

"Right you are. And you're the same to me. So you get the others on the cart, and if it bothers you so much, I'll deal with the girl myself, alright? Alright. Now speed it up, that shinobi was clear about not getting anything till the job is done." He shoves Masa off towards the other bodies and heads to the stairs.

Maybe now they'll actually get somewhere quickly if Masa can just keep focused. He loves the idiot but damn if his brain isn't frustrating occasionally. If the girl just hadn't stopped by earlier today to check in, they'd have had the entire place clear by now.

Taro slows as he approaches the teenager, slipping a hand into his kimono warily and grabbing the shortened fukiya and darts that the shinobi had handed over alongside the poisons. Masa is damn superstitious and probably overreacting, but then again he might not be. The older man always sees things very simply, but sometimes that means he gets straight to the important point without getting fooled by distractions he doesn't understand. Sometimes Masa really is right when his stubborn brain says 'danger', and Taro would be a moron himself if he didn't at least consider it.

And here... well, the girl likely isn't a devil - Taro's mostly sure devils don't get themselves poisoned by normal folks hired for coin - but Masa's right that there's something off about the young woman.

For starters, she actually isn't dead. Which stands out a lot given that the two of them had just spent twenty minutes hauling the bodies of other people who had all died damn near immediately. In addition, now that he's seeing her properly, it looks like he was maybe exaggerating a bit when he assured Masa that the girl is just dying hard. She doesn't much look like she's moving on to the afterlife.

In fact... if anything... Taro would say she looks like she's crawling her way back.

Taro stops a few feet away, staring warily as the teen stirs, eyes shifting under their lids. He glances over her, looking at the dark golden hair buns, the bluish diamond in the middle of her forehead, the pale skin, the cream yukata, the simple sandals...

She's a pretty one, Taro realizes, suspicion dawning as he takes half a step further back, bringing up the fukiya to his lips as she cracks open her eyelids, squinting woozily up at the ceiling with dark colored eyes. She's a pretty one, of marriageable age, with no man accompanying her, and traveling alone... but she was comfortable and composed and rock-solid confident.

The woman's lips pull tight the slightest bit and if he hadn't been getting a little unnerved himself, Taro probably would have missed when she abruptly rolled and tried to shove herself up with an arm. As is, his first dart only grazes her neck and if she hadn't stumbled from the rigged smoke she'd inhaled earlier, he wouldn't have had the chance to reload and fire another.

The girl yanks the poisoned dart out of the meat of her shoulder without a second of hesitation and sends him such a furiously unyielding look through the nauseous tinge to her face that even though she starts to collapse, Taro hurries and hits her with another dart as well.

The girl hits the floor with a muffled thump, and Taro darts a look over his shoulder to check for Masaharu. Luckily the other man is currently on one of his trips outside so there won't be any additional freaking out over this.

Not that it wouldn't be deserved, Taro thinks, knuckles tight around the fukiya as he resists the urge to rub his worn omamori charm between his fingers for good luck. That girl definitely isn't normal after all.

Something dark starts to spread out on either side of the diamond on the girl's forehead. It's colored like spilled ink or black bruising or seeping poison depending on which of the now paranoid voices in his head Taro listens to, and its shape changes as it slowly crawls across the girl's skin. For brief moments Taro swears he can see bits and pieces of words in the messy lines forming on the teen's face - as if a sentence of old calligraphy had been stretched and squeezed and then came to life as writhing worms so that a secret language could inch itself across her pale face.

It's just as unnatural as Masaharu swore she was, and with gritted teeth Taro hauls her up on his shoulder and swiftly makes his way to the cart.

He's not sure he believes in devils or curses, but right now the other possibility is shinobi nonsense and that's just as dangerous and bizarre.

They'll be better off getting done and then getting gone.

.

.

The thieves' heads had not been as valuable as Izuna had hoped for, but at least the ocean is living up to its reputation.

He kicks his foot idly as he lounges on a high branch, watching the waves ebb and flow. The tree is tall enough to provide a good view of the sprawling shoreline while still hiding him in its shrouding canopy, and there's a wind coming through that edges the temperature over from unpleasantly humid into tolerable. The sea shines under the setting sun, glimmering off blue waters as far as the eye can see and for a brief moment Izuna activates his sharingan, memorizing it for later.

The trip here is a nice variation in routine, Izuna thinks, eyes drifting over yellow-white sand and up to the tree line where summer boughs are heavy with dull brown and murky yellow leaves. The sight wouldn't be enough by itself to be worth the long travel time it would take to visit again though. And given that his clan doesn't have any alliances past the Senju lands in the east, and few of their customer requests take them this way for anything but pitched battles, he's unlikely to return.

Suppressing a yawn, Izuna shifts, setting down against the trunk for a light nap until darkness fully sets in and he can start making his way home with less likelihood of being spotted. He strains his senses to detect anything out of the ordinary — unusual sounds or a lurking presence — but there's no sign of anyone who might be a threat. There's only the sun on his face, the tree at his back, and the wind carrying the scent of salt and smoke...

Smoke?

With a frown, the fourteen-year-old climbs up the tree as far as it will bear his weight, taking deep breaths and confirming the hint of smoke and ash on the breeze. He looks windward to the north, towards a town he had avoided earlier while putting distance between himself and Akiyama's warehouse. There's the faintest hint of blackish-gray smoke trailing up from the forest and Izuna eyes it, trying to decide if he should investigate. Most likely it was started by civilians rather than anything spontaneous given it had rained recently, so the chance of it developing into an out of control forest fire is low enough...

He rubs his thumb over the wrappings on his sword hilt, debating with himself before triggering his sharingan, and flinches in surprise at a gleaming star of flickering chakra in the center of his sightline.

Izuna drops to the forest floor quickly, sticking to the waxing shadows as much as he can and heading for that beacon of power. It would be reckless to engage someone that strong without cause this far from his clan, but it's better to have information on who it might be and if he'll need the advantage of attacking preemptively.

The smell of burning wood with an edge of metal increases as he approaches and Izuna slows, slipping back up into the trees and taking the slower route over the branches in favor of a lower chance of being spotted. He can see two civilian-level chakra cores now that he's closer, both barely a wisp of energy next to that building blaze, but there are no other shinobi present.

The trees end ahead, opening up onto a large clearing with a roughly dug pit. There's a burning cart not far off and bodies dropped into roughly stacked piles. Two men steadily move around, dragging the corpses one-by-one to the pit and throwing them in.

The source of the chakra is a girl with fair hair laying face-down on the ground some distance from the corpses. The twitcher of the two men gives her a wide berth at all times, and Izuna's brow furrows, trying to figure out how two civilians got involved with what he'll bet his sword is an downed kunoichi. Or why they're disposing of civilian corpses in a mass grave. The bodies don't look right for natural deaths of illness or starvation, and they don't have the wounds he'd expect on war casualties. And although he can't rule out that another shinobi killed them all and these two are stuck dealing with the leftovers, villagers burying neighbors would show more respect in the tone of their actions and treat the bodies like bodies rather than a grim chore to slog through as quickly as possible without a care for roughness.

The girl starts moving, rolling herself over to reveal a pretty face with odd tattoos covering her skin from hairline to the collar of her outfit, and the corner of Izuna's mouth shoots up along with an eyebrow when the twitchy man freaks out and the calmer one spins around and shoots the girl with a dart.

He should have just slit her throat if they're worried, Izuna thinks derisively, watching the pretty pathetic scene of two men failing to deal with incapacitated threat. Not that it's any more impressive that the kunoichi got downed by a poison dart. She has all that chakra but apparently no idea how to use it. What a waste.

He watches them hurry through dealing with the last bodies before grabbing the girl. The twitchy one holds her like she's already the maggot-eaten corpse she'll become in a few days, and they throw her into the ditch on top of the other corpses and start rapidly piling dirt over her body in shovelfuls.

Izuna takes one last look at her face, debating about wasting valuable steel by throwing a kunai for a mercy killing. Given her chakra levels, she's more likely to die through the suffocation of being buried alive than the poison she's fighting off, and that's not anywhere near the type of death he would want for himself.

Suddenly her tattoos alight, nearly blinding now in his sharingan, and a visible blaze of light shines through the shower of soil, swirling into the now-writhing lines on her skin with a rush. The kunoichi's eyes slit open, lip curling lightly into the beginning of a snarl as she glares up towards the edge of the pit from her prone position.

Izuna curses aloud as her chakra spikes violently, throwing himself out of the tree at the realization that those are seals instead of tattoos, and has just enough time to rush through a doton jutsu and hit the ground before the world implodes.

Several tumultuous seconds later, a half-deafened Izuna cracks open an eye from his prone position on the ground, feeling a little like that time he'd failed to dodge correctly and his father had accidentally cracked him upside the head with a shinai. There's something about a handsbreadth away from his nose and he flicks his sharingan back on to see better in the darkness only to realize that the thing above him is a shattered branch and that the rest of a massive tree is balanced precariously above him, ready to crush his ribs from where it had been forcibly impaled halfway through the dome of his doton shield.

Thank you, Uncle Kenrou, Izuna thinks to himself, holding perfectly still as he cautiously flips through hand signs, for having shoved doton jutsu down everyone's throat.

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.

As a note for the future, Mito thinks grimly, spitting out something vile and unidentified and feeling like she'll never be clean again, an explosion is effective but undesirable when you're under ground level and surrounded by corpses.

She slowly crawls to the side of the now-sloping pit, feeling too dizzy and nauseous from the poison her seals are still purging to risk climbing to her feet. There's a series of... squishing sounds every time she shifts her weight and she drags her lips into a forced smile to suppress her gag reflex as her knee sinks into something that's partly liquefied.

She's burning these clothes when she's out of here. Burning them and creating a design for a sanitation seal even if it strips off the upper layers of her skin like the worst exfoliant she's ever owned. She will walk home nude and barefoot. If anyone sees her she'll simply assault them for their clothing.

She's also never drinking oolong tea ever again. A pity that.

Mito digs her fingers into the crumbling earth walls, ignoring the additional dirt that showers down on her arms, and heaves herself up to collapse on the ground. The two men responsible for the worst day she's had in at least four years are several meters away and unmoving, bodies tossed over several felled trees in the newly widened clearing. They're undoubtedly dead or dying from the concussive force and Mito dismisses them as a problem. It's true that she will need to ascertain who was behind their actions and whether she was a target or an incidental victim, but that can come later.

Much later.

Preferably after a thorough scrubbing.

And an expensive bottle of plum wine.

She rolls onto her back, kicking off her shoe into the grave pit with tightened lips when something starts to ooze down the arch of her foot. She's sore all over and she reeks besides and she refuses to look too closely at herself until she either finds a river or gives up and drenches herself in the sea she can smell on the breeze. She reaches up and briskly yanks out the remaining pins from the left side of her hair, disgust lingering when she has to peel a... well, peel something organic and blood-covered off of her bun before the hair can come loose.

There's the subtle rumble of earth moving in the distance and Mito lunges to her feet, no matter how unsteadily.

"You have excellent senses," someone comments. She looks to the side with narrowed eyes, shoving her hair away from her face as it tumbles over her shoulder, and sees a young man—a handful of years younger than her perhaps? Sixteen at the absolute most—step over the gray leaves of a broken cedar tree. He has a hand on the sword at his side, is covered with as fine a shower of soil as herself, and is currently plucking twigs out of his long black hair.

"Mind you," he says brightly, with an undertone that means he's having as enjoyable a day as she is and is probably feeling just as violently inclined, "that doesn't mean I appreciate being nearly blown up."

"What an unusual opinion," Mito responds scathingly, altering her grip on her hair pins as she finally meets his eyes.

The boy stops dead, eyes widening sharply before they proceed to flash rapidly between their current pattern and solid black.

Mito's eyes water as they start itching intensely but she doesn't look away from the other shinobi as colors shift around her. Grey leaves morph into an unknown vibrant color, dark trunks lose the faint pink tinge she'd always known, and even the boy's vivid pink eyes bleed into a richer red.

... This is unexpected.

"Well," the boy says, sounding two pitches higher, wide eyes locked on the wavy fall of her freed hair. He looks a bit dazed as he gives her a smile that's abruptly more genuine. "I did not imagi—" his voice cracks in the middle of the word and Mito raises an eyebrow as he coughs, a dusting of pink surfacing on his cheeks. "This was not quite how and where I thought I'd find you."

"How old are you?" Mito questions pointedly, taking a closer look at the curve of his face and feeling a bit better, in the face of his embarrassment, about the fact that this is quite possibly the most disgusting first impression she could have made.

"How old are you?" he counters evasively with a charming smile that has probably fooled a lot of people who aren't her.

"Nineteen," she answers, a little amused to see a subtle twitch in his cheek right next to the crumbled remains of a no-longer pink yarrow flower that's still tangled in his hair.

"A fine age for such a lovely woman," he compliments, both failing to answer the question himself and apparently ignoring the guts, blood, and unmentionables sticking to her in various locations. She's tempted to humor him for that consideration alone but—

"And you are...?" she prompts.

"Izuna," he introduces, nodding politely. "And what brings such a skilled kunoichi to this backwoods pit of iniquity and corpses?" he asks, briefly glancing at the dozens of cracked and collapsed trees with a newly appreciative smile before pausing for a moment, lips tilting up with a sly glint in his eyes. "Aside from poison. And a cart."

"You frustrate your family at times, don't you Uchiha Izuna?" she asks dryly, finally placing why the pattern of light colored eyes with dark rings and spots are familiar. Regular correspondence with their Senju cousins is not part of her duties, but she and many of her cousins had begun to review knowledge about that area of Hi no Kuni three months ago after the Senju clan head had broached the topic of renewing relations with a possible marriage to his son. Mito hadn't been certain at the time that she was even interested in leaving her clan for one so distant, but alliances are worth upholding and perhaps Senju Hashirama would impress her if one of the others didn't fancy him.

( She's even less certain she'll be marrying a Senju now, but ironically the knowledge of that region might still prove useful. )

Izuna's right forearm tenses, wariness flashing over his face at his clan name before, with a rueful smile, his sharingan fades to black. "I assure you, that has never been mentioned to me," he lies cheerfully. "And your name would be?"

"Uzumaki Mito." Something slides down the back of her head, dripping a slimy chunk down the back of her collar, and Mito grits her teeth and makes the mistake of breathing through her nose.

"Do you know of any nearby rivers?" she asks abruptly, interrupting the younger boy's thoughtful perusal of her.

"...Yes?"

"Good. You may come and burn these garments when I'm done bathing." She gestures with her hair pins, intending Izuna to proceed her, and he starts walking, never moving closer than several body lengths despite a clear curiosity about her. It's a little endearing actually that he thinks that's far enough for a head start if she triggers another explosion.

Then again, wasn't the sharingan supposed to capable of perception outside the norm? Hm...

"You're not going to try washing them?" he teases. "Can Uzumaki manifest clothes from thin air then?

She tilts her chin up imperiously. "I had intended to simply take your shirt since it's long enough for minimal decency."

There's a sharp crack as Izuna's previously silent stride manages to land on a large stick. "I would be happy to provide," he chirps, voice definitely higher this time as he stares at her nose and doesn't quite meet her eyes.

... Well, Mito might break him if he's as nice as he's trying to appear, or they might kill each other outright if they end up at an impasse and Izuna's as fierce as what she thought she saw lurking under the surface during his arrival, but at the very least he looks pretty.

That's rather nice.

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