#Uchiha Forehead poke

[millywrites]

The forehead poke isn't an act of love

As much as it's appealing to consider it an act of love, the forehead poke isn't one. it's an act of keeping distance that Itachi used with Sasuke, and finally when Sasuke discovered the truth and Itachi made peace with it, He didn't poke him, he finally put his forehead against Sasuke's saying that he loves him Always no matter what.

Sasuke is basically keeping his "family" at distance.

[millywrites]

As much as it's appealing to consider it an act of love, the forehead poke isn't, it's an act of keeping distance Itachi used with Sasuke, and finally when Sasuke discovered the truth and Itachi made peace with it, He didn't poke him, he finally put his forehead against Sasuke's finally saying that he loves him no matter what.

Sasuke is basically keeping his "family" at distance.

The forehead poke is the highest expression of love for Uchiha 🫶🏻

[uchiwaflame]

— "sakura, thank you"

[holly-natnicole]

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the Forehead Poke

[narutobyari]

Sasuke x Karin Uchiha 💜 forever by your side ♥️

[goshikisbaee]

Naruto Characters As Your Boyfriend Headcanons

[ Itachi, Kakashi, Obito, Madara ]

Content: Fluff

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ITACHI UCHIHA

Loyal to a Fault

If Itachi loves you, he’s committed completely. His loyalty knows no bounds, and he will always prioritize your well-being.

Protective but Subtle

He won’t be overbearing, but you’ll notice how he always positions himself slightly in front of you in dangerous situations or keeps an eye on your surroundings.

Loves Quiet Moments

He cherishes peaceful moments together, like reading side by side, drinking tea, or just enjoying each other’s presence without the need for words.

Rare but Genuine Smiles

He doesn’t smile often, but when he does, it’s small, soft, and reserved just for you. Those moments are precious.

Enjoys Stroking Your Hair

When he’s particularly tired or feeling affectionate, he absentmindedly runs his fingers through your hair, finding comfort in the simple act.

Secretly Loves Physical Affection

He’s not overly expressive, but he enjoys small, intimate touches—a brush of fingers, a gentle squeeze of your hand, or resting his forehead against yours.

Softens Around You

While he maintains his stoic and composed demeanor around others, his voice becomes noticeably softer when he speaks to you.

Guilt Weighs on Him

There are nights when he can’t sleep, burdened by his past. If you reach for him, he’ll hold your hand tightly, as if grounding himself in the present.

Loves Watching You Sleep

Not in a creepy way—he just finds peace in seeing you safe and content, knowing that at least for now, everything is okay.

Will Die for You Without Hesitation

If there were ever a situation where you were in danger, Itachi wouldn’t hesitate to sacrifice himself to keep you safe.

Rare Jealousy, But It’s There

He’s confident and trusting, but if someone is blatantly flirting with you, he’ll give them a cold, unreadable look that sends chills down their spine.

Soft “I Love You’s”

He doesn’t say it often, but when he does, it’s in the quiet of the night, whispered so gently it feels like a sacred promise.

Loves When You Take Care of Him

He won’t ask for it, but if you tend to his wounds, remind him to rest, or make him tea, he deeply appreciates it—even if all he says is a quiet “thank you.”

Remembers Every Detail About You

Your favorite food, childhood stories, the way you like your tea—Itachi remembers it all, no matter how small.

Would Teach You Self-Defence

He’d feel better knowing you can protect yourself, so he patiently trains you, correcting your form with a gentle touch.

Doesn’t Like Seeing You Cry

If you’re upset, he won’t rush you to stop crying. Instead, he’ll hold you and let you feel your emotions fully, whispering reassurances.

Prefers Meaningful Gifts

If he gives you something, it’ll have deep significance, like a family heirloom, a book he cherishes, or a handwritten letter.

His Love is Eternal

Even if something were to separate you, Itachi’s love wouldn’t fade. He’d carry you in his heart always, no matter where fate takes him.

Knows When Something’s Wrong

You can’t hide your emotions from him. Even if you say you’re fine, he’ll gently press, “What’s really on your mind?”

If He Could, He’d Choose a Simple Life with You

Despite his burdens, his deepest wish is to live a quiet life with you, free from war and duty—just peace, love, and the simple joys of being together.

KAKASHI HATAKE

Mysteriously Affectionate

Kakashi isn’t overly expressive, but when he does show affection, it’s in small, meaningful ways—like resting his forehead against yours or lightly squeezing your hand.

Loves Teasing You

He has a dry sense of humor and will playfully mess with you, whether it’s poking fun at your habits or dramatically declaring his love in a monotone voice just to see you flustered.

Protective Without Being Controlling

He trusts you completely, but if he senses danger, he’s at your side in an instant, ready to eliminate any threat without hesitation.

Loves Watching You Sleep

Not in a creepy way—he just finds peace in watching your steady breathing, knowing you’re safe and sound beside him.

Takes Forever to Open Up

It’s hard for him to let people in, so when he finally shares his past and vulnerabilities with you, it means he truly trusts and loves you.

Will Sacrifice Anything for You

If you were ever in danger, he wouldn’t think twice about putting himself in harm’s way to protect you, no matter the cost.

Adores Physical Touch in Private

In public, he’s composed and distant, but behind closed doors, he melts at your touch, leaning into your warmth like he’s been starved of affection for years.

Finds Comfort in Your Presence

Just sitting together, reading or enjoying the quiet, brings him peace. You don’t need to talk—your presence alone is enough for him.

Gives the Softest Kisses

When Kakashi kisses you, it’s slow and lingering, like he’s memorizing the feel of your lips in case he never gets to do it again.

Calls You Cute Nicknames in a Teasing Way

Expect names like “sweetheart,” “darling,” or even “my little weakness,” always said with that smirk hidden behind his mask.

Remembers Every Tiny Detail About You

Your favorite food, how you like your tea, even the way you furrow your brows when you’re focused—he notices everything.

Flustered When You Flirt Back

He loves teasing you, but if you catch him off guard with a bold compliment or a flirtatious remark, you might actually make the Copy Ninja blush.

Loves When You Run Your Fingers Through His Hair

He won’t ask for it, but if you absentmindedly play with his silver hair, he’ll close his eyes and relax completely under your touch.

Rare but Heartfelt “I Love You’s”

He doesn’t say it often, but when he does, it’s soft, sincere, and spoken like a promise he’ll keep forever.

Late-Night Talks Under the Stars

Sometimes, when he can’t sleep, he’ll take you on a walk, holding your hand and talking about life, the future, and the things he wishes he could have.

Jealous but Subtle

He won’t make a scene, but if another guy flirts with you, Kakashi will casually wrap an arm around your waist, making it clear that you’re his.

Leaves You Cute Notes

If he’s away on a mission, he’ll leave behind little handwritten notes, each one filled with affectionate words or inside jokes just for you.

Always Makes Sure You Feel Safe

Whether it’s walking on the side of the road closer to traffic or holding you a little tighter at night, Kakashi is always looking out for you.

Kisses Your Forehead A Lot

It’s his favorite way to show affection—gentle, lingering kisses on your forehead, especially when he thinks you need reassurance.

His Love is Forever

Kakashi has lost too many people in his life, so when he loves, he loves deeply. If he’s yours, he’s yours for life.

OBITO UCHIHA

Hopelessly Devoted to You

If Obito loves you, he loves you with everything he has. His devotion is unwavering, and he would go to the ends of the earth to protect you.

Possessive but Not Controlling

He’s not the type to dictate your actions, but he does get jealous easily. If someone gets too close, his Sharingan might activate out of pure instinct.

Overprotective to a Fault

Losing Rin broke him, so the thought of losing you terrifies him. He’ll shadow you even when you don’t realize it, always making sure you’re safe.

Loves to Tease You

He has a mischievous, almost childish side. Expect playful pokes, smug smirks, and sarcastic remarks just to see you flustered.

Masks His Feelings with Humour

He’s been through so much pain that he struggles to express deep emotions. Instead, he cracks jokes or brushes things off with a laugh to hide his vulnerability.

Soft for You and Only You

To the rest of the world, he might be ruthless and cold, but with you, he’s gentle—he holds you like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

Cuddling is a Must

He’s touch-starved, and though he won’t outright admit it, he craves your warmth. He’ll cling to you like his life depends on it, especially on bad days.

Always Watching Over You

Even when he’s not physically there, he’s keeping an eye on you. Whether through Kamui or simple intuition, he always knows when you need him.

Late-Night Talks About the Past

When he finally opens up, it’s usually under the stars, his voice low and raw with emotion. He trusts you with the pain he’s never shared with anyone else.

Gets Easily Flustered by Your Affection

Compliment him unexpectedly, and you’ll catch him struggling to hide his blush. He’ll mumble something sarcastic, but inside, he’s melting.

Hates Seeing You Cry

If you ever break down, expect him to hold you close and whisper reassurances. He doesn’t always know what to say, but he’ll never leave your side.

Rough on the Outside, Soft on the Inside

He might act indifferent or tough, but the moment you’re hurt, he turns into the most caring and protective person in the world.

Worships the Ground You Walk On

He genuinely believes you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him. He looks at you like you hung the moon.

Forehead Kisses Are His Weakness

He adores giving you soft forehead kisses, especially when he’s feeling sentimental. It’s his way of saying “I love you” without words.

Stubborn and Jealous

He’ll never admit he’s jealous, but his actions give him away—crossed arms, cold glares, and suddenly pulling you closer.

Wants You to Be Happy More Than Anything

Even if he’s consumed by darkness, your happiness is his one light. He’ll do anything to see you smile.

Acts Tough But Needs Reassurance

Deep down, he fears you’ll leave him. He won’t say it outright, but he needs you to remind him that you love him and that you’re not going anywhere.

Low-Key a Drama King

He’ll dramatically complain if you ignore him for too long or joke about how “heartbroken” he is if you tease him.

Falling Asleep in His Arms Feels Safe

He holds you tightly, as if making sure you’re still there. Sometimes, he whispers your name in his sleep.

His Love is Eternal

Once Obito loves you, it’s forever. Even in another life, another world, his heart will always belong to you.

MADARA UCHIHA

Absolute Possessiveness

Madara sees you as his and his alone. He doesn’t like the idea of anyone else being too close to you and will make it clear that you belong to him.

Unwavering Loyalty

Once you have his heart, there’s no turning back. He would tear apart entire armies for you without hesitation.

Protective to the Extreme

He won’t just protect you; he’ll eliminate anything that even dares to be a threat. No one messes with what belongs to him.

Cold to Others, Warm to You

The world sees him as ruthless, but with you, there’s a softness he doesn’t show anyone else.

Intimidating but Affectionate

He might tower over you with his imposing presence, but when it’s just the two of you, his touches are surprisingly gentle.

Rare but Overwhelmingly Intense Affection

Madara isn’t one for public displays of affection, but when he does express love, it’s deep, passionate, and consuming.

Loves When You Challenge Him

He enjoys a partner with fire—someone who won’t back down easily. If you can argue with him and hold your ground, he’s even more intrigued.

He’s a Tease, but Only for You

He has a sharp wit and enjoys making sly remarks just to see your reaction. It’s rare, but when he does, it’s always amusing.

Forehead Touches Instead of Kisses

He’s not the most openly affectionate person, but resting his forehead against yours is his way of expressing deep emotion.

A Warrior’s Devotion

If he has to choose between you and war, he’ll hesitate—but ultimately, you are his greatest weakness.

Hates Seeing You in Pain

He doesn’t always know how to comfort you, but his protective nature intensifies whenever you’re upset.

Prefers Actions Over Words

Madara isn’t a man of sweet nothings. His love is shown through actions, whether that’s guarding you, bringing you something you need, or pulling you into his arms.

Expect to Be Called “Foolish” Often

It’s just his way of teasing you when you do something reckless or stubborn. He secretly finds it endearing.

Nighttime Talks About His Past

If you gain his trust, he might share fragments of his past, speaking in low, contemplative tones while holding you close.

A Terrifyingly Loyal Man

If you betray him, there’s no forgiveness. But if you stand by his side, he’ll fight the entire world for you.

Softest Spot for You and Only You

While he’s cold and calculating with others, you are the one person he lets his guard down around.

Hates Admitting His Feelings

He’ll grumble about it, but his actions betray how deeply he cares. If you call him out on it, he’ll roll his eyes and change the subject.

A Deep, Gravelly Voice Whispering in Your Ear

His voice alone can make your heart race, especially when he’s murmuring your name.

His Stare is Intense

Whether in battle or simply watching you across the room, his gaze is piercing and unreadable—but there’s a hidden tenderness in it when it’s just you.

Loving Madara is Like Loving a Storm

He is raw power, destruction, and ambition wrapped into one. But if you can handle the chaos, you’ll find that his love is just as fierce as his rage.

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💋 💋 💋

[crushmeeren]

༝ ᭝ ༝ ARRANGED MARRIAGE AU — PART THREE ༝ ᭝ ༝

⤷ ⋆ ft. itachi uchiha ⋆

note ; i’m sad my little au is coming to it’s end, but i hope it’s everything and beyond what you all were looking for. thank you for giving my story a chance and taking the ride with me! now i need to stop typing cuz i’m gonna cry.

༝ ༝ ༝ a million thanks to @majesticflyingwalrus for the amazing story idea and letting me breathe life into it!

⤷ p.s ; i purposefully put a warning sign before the NSFW portion for those who wish to end their journey with the confession, the sign will be obvious, i promise. (:

cw ; sibling heart to heart chats, love confessions, toe curling love making with itachi [ MDNI ] and a big fat happy ending (:

master list | PART ONE. | | PART TWO. |

So, Itachi takes up meditating.

Working up the nerve to confess is easier said than done. Every time Itachi felt the moment was right — his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth like it’d been glued, stomach twisted into knots. Words of love, of appreciation, filling his head and remaining there.

Itachi was surprised at his out of character behavior. Perhaps, he mused, he needed to calm his inner turmoil, recenter himself. After days of contemplating he landed on meditation.

Itachi’s lower back is quick to protest the activity, forcing him to readjust his weight several times, and he sighs in relief when the pressure on his tailbone finally eases.

The room he’s in is ancient, used for various purposes over many different decades, and as he inhales the stale air it brings with it a brief sensation of nostalgia. He recalls a time when he and Sasuke trained here as kids. Though it often ended with them playfully wrestling on the tatami mats, his little brother’s high pitched laughter still echoes in his ears.

Itachi shakes his head and refocuses. He straightens his spine, hands returning to a loose and relaxed position on his knees. His mind has just cleared when a noise outside ruins his progress.

Again.

Sliding veranda doors open, allowing a gust of warm air to hit Itachi’s face, and slide shut once more. Soft steps approach and he sighs gently through his nose.

“The hell are you doin’ in here Itachi? If you’re practicing to mimic a statue, you’ve already nailed the personality aspect of it.” Sasuke pokes Itachi’s forehead.

Itachi startles, opening one eye to glare at his little brother, rubbing at the sore spot, before closing them altogether. Refusing to utter a word.

Sasuke nudges Itachi’s knee with sock covered toes. Hard. “Itachi,” he presses. “C’mon, don’t ignore me, nii-san.”

Itachi’s heart melts at the title, cursing Sasuke for knowing his weak spots so well. “I’m meditating,” he relents, fully opening his eyes. “Is there something you need, Sasuke? Or have you come with the sole purpose of bothering me.”

Sasuke laughs. “Quit acting so high and mighty,” he says, sitting down by Itachi’s side, crossing his legs so their knees bump. “I spoke to Shisui. He told me something interesting.”

“Oh?” Itachi attempts to appear uninterested, but shifts his head towards the other.

Sasuke rolls his eyes. “Yes. Important information, like the fact that you’re in love with your wife. So why the fuck are you meditating and sulking instead of confessing like a love sick puppy?”

Itachi bristles, shooting him a cutting look. “That’s none of your business.”

“Yes it is. I spend more time with her than you, enough to know how lovesick over you she is,” Sasuke replies with a smirk. Itachi’s cheeks flush red hot.

“Well, since you spend more time with my wife than I, why don’t you confess your undying love for her?” He bites back, two seconds from locking his arm around Sasuke’s throat and wrestling him to the floor.

He watches Sasuke’s eye twitch, fighting the urge to rise to the bait. He sucks in a deep breath through his nose, holds it for second, and lets it out all at once. “Why are you so jealous? She’s like a sister to me, you know that.”

“I’m not —,”

“Please!” Sasuke laughs. “Itachi, you’re so fuckin’ jealous your skin’s turning green!”

Itachi’s lips press together and an awkward silence stretches between them. Sasuke’s laughter dies off, leaving Itachi to stare at a piece of tatami fraying at the corner. He really should replace the flooring.

“It’s irrational, you know,” Itachi mutters, sounding small.

Sasuke stares at him, unnerved by the sadness in his brother’s voice. “What is?”

“My envy, my…fear.” Itachi utters the word as a curse, petty jealousy melting away to leave insecurity in its place. “I’m the leader of our entire clan, it strikes me as pathetic I’m unable to tell my wife of my love for her.”

Sasuke, reminiscent of when they were children making up after a fight, rests his temple on Itachi’s shoulder. “Stop that shit. You’re strong, and the only person in our entire fucked up family I have an ounce of respect for.”

“Sasuke,” Itachi whispers, words thick with emotion. “You’re sweet.” He rests his cheek on top of his little brother’s head and nuzzles him, chest warming with fondness.

Sasuke groans. “Don’t,” he complains, leaning further into Itachi. “Use your sharingan to remember this moment because I’m going to wash my mouth out with soap later.”

Itachi chuckles, soaking up one of the rare moments he’s afforded to be so close to Sasuke. He’s missed his little brother.

Sasuke pulls away after a minute or two, having had enough sibling bonding for the next month.

“I’m out of here,” he says as he rises from the floor, knees cracking as he goes. “All this sweet shit is making my teeth rot. Go bother your wife with it instead.”

Itachi hums, placing his hands behind himself to support his weight. “It’s okay to admit you love your big brother, Sasuke,” he teases.

Sasuke gives him the middle finger.

A sense of calm washes over Itachi as he watches the door slide shut after his brother, leaving him with his thoughts. Itachi pictures the sweet smile on your face whenever he returns home. The softening of your eyes when he holds Mio, or how they sparkle whenever he speaks to you about his day.

He can’t stand another second leaving you in the dark.

By the end of the day, he’ll show you the light.

Itachi cooked dinner this evening. Not strange in itself, since the two of you normally take turns throughout the week. It just struck you as odd because it was your duty tonight, but he kept insisting on cooking your favorite dish. You felt guilty, and he’d seemed exhausted, so you’d tried sneaking into the kitchen early.

Instant failure.

The moment Itachi got suspicious and walked in he banned you to the living area with Mio. You’d conceded, convincing him to pinky promise he’d let you do the dishes in return.

The meal was heaven on your tastebuds, leaving you full and satisfied while you cleaned the last of the dishes. The faint sound of Itachi’s voice fills the silence and your lips curl at the corners, glancing over your shoulder as you rinse off a plate. He took Mio to bed a few moments ago to tuck her in and sing her a lullaby, leaving you to mull over your thoughts.

Mio’s sweet smile and chubby cheeks come to mind when you picture Itachi laying her down in bed, tickling her sides till she squeals with laughter. He’s an amazing dad, Mio’s got him wrapped around her finger, and you couldn’t be more lucky to have him as a husband.

You think of Itachi’s eyes crinkling when he smiles and heat rushes to your cheeks. Setting down the last dish to dry you wipe your hands off with a towel, pushing away sudden butterflies. He’s so handsome your chest aches.

“Our little cherry blossom is asleep.”

You spin around to face Itachi, smiling softly. “Did she throw a fit again?”

“Not this time,” he says with a shake of his head. “She enjoyed the lullaby I chose tonight.”

“The one about ladybugs?” You ask, brushing past Itachi and heading to the living room.

Itachi hums, following behind. “Yes, that’s the one. It seems she’s taken a liking to the small insect. She keeps searching for them each time we go outside.”

You sit down on the couch with a laugh. “I think she’s trying to keep them as pets,” you muse, plucking your book off the coffee table, expecting your husband to do the same. It’s a recent, semi - nightly routine you’ve started.

Itachi continues to stand.

You’ve gotten halfway settled before realizing he hasn’t moved, looking up at him with a tilt of your head. When you lock eyes your stomach jolts. Itachi’s staring at you with the softest eyes, as if he’s in awe of something beautiful. There’s a small, tender twist to his lips.

It’s so intense your gaze flickers to the wall behind him for reprieve before finding the courage to refocus.

“Uh, is everything okay? Your nose is normally buried in a book by now,” you try to joke, failing to keep the nerves from your voice. You set the book down, fingers finding each other and lacing together in your lap, thumbs circling one another.

Itachi nods, taking a seat right next to you. He reaches his hands out, waiting for you to accept. You glance down, unsure, and place your hands in his grip. His palms are clammy. Itachi squeezes once and brings them to rest on his knees.

He smiles. “Do you remember our wedding day? When I vowed to give you my heart and cherish you from that moment on? To be your best friend, your greatest support?”

You nod and Itachi’s expression grows sad as he continues. “I fear I’ve made a mockery of those vows.”

“Itachi no, don’t you dare say that,” you protest, stomach dropping. You lace your fingers with his. “You are my best friend, and I’ve enjoyed every moment I’ve been charged with holding your heart.” The words are bittersweet because it’s true. He’s been your best friend. But only that.

Itachi scoots closer, forcing your thighs to touch. “Your kind words warm my heart, I assure you,” he promises. “However, I’ve been quite foolish with the care of yours. Could you ever forgive me?”

Your brows pinch together, mouth opening to deny the baseless claims. “Stop, you’ve been—,”

“I love you,” he breathes, the words flowing easy like he says them everyday. “I’m in love with you.”

Heat rushes down your spine.

It’s no grand confession. Fireworks aren’t bursting in the background. It’s simple. Itachi’s kind, patient. Providing you comfort and a safe space, as he always does. Despite your heart jumping to your throat, something settles quietly in your mind.

“What?” You whisper, gazing darting across his face. Itachi remains steady and confident, even as his fingers shake in your hold.

Itachi guides one of your hands to rest over his heart, pulse sturdy and quick underneath. “I love you. I have for sometime now. You’re the most wonderful mother to Mio. The best partner I could’ve ever hoped for. I cannot begin to fathom how I became lucky enough to be married to someone who’s as beautiful on the inside as they are on the outside. How could I be so foolish as to do anything other than worship at your feet?”

Your eyes start to sting, a familiar lump forming in your throat. “You really love me?” You ask, voice cracking halfway through.

Itachi looks slightly alarmed. He leans in and pushes his forehead to yours. “Of course, my love. I apologize for not coming to this conclusion sooner.”

You sniffle. “I love you too, Itachi. You’re everything to me.” You fist his shirt and tug, telling him without words you need him closer.

Itachi moves as you demand, pausing to preserve that last inch of space. “I’ve been dreaming of your lips. May I kiss you?” He murmurs, lips brushing yours with the lightest touch. One hand cradles the nape of your neck, thumb running over the skin below your ear.

“If you don’t, I won’t forgive you.”

His lips are warmer than you remember. Gentle, full, a little chapped. He breaks the kiss only to press another to your lips a second later, firmer this time. Itachi angles his head to the side and suddenly you fit together so much better. You come together once, twice, three times, head going dizzy when he sighs into the kiss.

The rich heat in your cheeks settles lower and lower, gathering thick and honeyed in your belly. You clutch at his shoulders with both hands, letting him set the pace, and a soft moan escapes you when a warm tongue slides over your lower lip. Itachi freezes, nails biting into your neck, and breaks the kiss with a wet sound.

“No, wait,” you complain, chasing him as he pulls away.

Itachi giggles. Giggles. His voice lowers as he says, “If you’re agreeable, I believe we’d be much more comfortable continuing…. this, in bed.”

The sudden urge to hear him moan your name is all consuming, forcing you to your feet.

“Yes. Bed, now. Let’s go.”

Itachi drags you along behind him, glancing over his shoulder once or twice with pink cheeks and a shy smile.

Your husband returns your love. Undoubtedly, undeniably, as more than friends. Your heart pounds so hard it hurts.

It’s everything you’ve ever wanted.

This time is a startling contrast to the last.

Your clothes are scattered across the floor instead of folded nice and neat on a dresser. The air is thick, sticky, and hot between you, charged to the point your blood buzzes.

This time you’ve ended up naked before Itachi. Laid out on your back, soft bed forming to the curve of your spine. Itachi rests on his knees between your legs. He grips the hem of his shirt and tugs it over head, dropping it nearby without care. It ruffles the low bun he’s wearing, so he pulls the tie free, hair falling like a curtain.

He’s as bare as you, dusky nipples hardening once they come face to face with cool air. Your gaze trails the length of his lean body, pausing to admire his tight stomach, then follows the barely visible happy trail down to a twitching cock hanging hard and heavy. A bead of precum is spilling from his tip towards the mattress, a clear string swaying as he moves.

Your mouth waters. You can’t stop fucking staring.

It’s overwhelming, Itachi is overwhelming. He’s gorgeous, and it’s impossible to focus with the near constant throb in your pussy.

“You’re so pretty, Itachi,” you sigh, eyes snapping up to meet dark ones. He blushes cotton candy pink. “It’s unfair, truly.”

Itachi’s warm palms run the length of your inner thighs before he leans up and over you, bracing his weight by your head. Soft hair tickles your cheek, his cock bobbing and leaving a sticky kiss on your lower belly. “You must be speaking of yourself, my love.” He bends and presses a kiss to your jaw, nudging your chin with his nose, and trails soft kisses down your throat. “I’d never seen an angel in the flesh until I met you,” he praises, biting at your collarbone.

You moan, fingers circling his biceps, squeezing. “I’d say you come close to looking like one.”

Itachi hums. “Agree to disagree,” he murmurs against your skin, kissing down your sternum. He shifts to the left and runs his tongue over your nipple, sending a flash of pleasure straight to your clit. Your thighs threaten to jerk shut but Itachi’s hipbones prevent it.

He wraps his lips around it and sucks briefly, resulting in a wet pop as he returns to his original goal. You let out a shaky breath, white knuckling the sheets the lower he goes.

A kiss above your bellybutton, one to your hip, then Itachi’s laid out on his stomach pushing your thighs wide open. His lips tickle the crease of your thigh and he stills, peering up at you through his lashes with a shy look on his face.

“You okay?” You ask, heart hammering, one hand rising to brush the bangs from his face.

He melts, glancing away before locking eyes. “Of course. I’ve been imagining this for so long, it’s just..” he trails off. “I — I’ve never pleasured someone like this. I apologize if it’s less than stellar.”

You giggle a little, suffocating tension easing, and Itachi pouts. “Itachi, I’m sure it will be amazing. You excel in everything you do. Besides if it’s bad, I won’t know. I don’t have anything to compare it with.”

Itachi shakes his head, fighting a smile. He brushes his lips along your inner thigh. “That does make me feel better. You’re as clueless as I am,” he teases.

“Hey,” you protest, flicking his forehead. He grins.

His hot tongue drags slowly over your clit and you swear you’ve just seen God. The base of your skull digs into the pillow, eyes squeezed shut, and a string of low curses fall from your lips. Itachi repeats the motion a few times, licking in a steady rhythm, and you clutch the sheets like a lifeline.

His tongue dips inside you and your body flashes white hot, pussy clenching to keep him from leaving. You stare wide eyed at the ceiling, breath quickening as he pushes his tongue deeper and curls it as much as he’s able. He returns to circling your clit after a few seconds, lips taught as he starts to suck. You shoot up to your elbows with a sharp cry, fisting his hair so hard you’re certain it stings.

Itachi moans in surprise and releases you, staring at you as if he’s discovered vital information.

“Is that what you like?” His voice is rough, lips swollen and slick.

“Mhmm,” you whine, pushing gently on the back of his head. “Do it again, please.”

“One second pretty girl,” he soothes. He gets his knees underneath himself and braces a hand on your thigh, the other reaching between his legs to grip his cock. He flips his hair out the way, bare shoulder shaking a little, and you have to let go of his hair to flop to the bed with an arm thrown over your eyes.

He’s jerking off as he eats you out and it’s so stupid hot you can’t watch.

Your breath hitches when his lips find your clit, tongue flicking the hood as he sucks. The tightness in your lower belly winds up like a coil, pussy aching to be stretched.

Is it normal to be so wet it soaks your thighs?

“Itachi stop,” you whine, pushing his forehead. He relents with a slick noise and sits up straight. Chest heaving, he holds the base of his cock, squeezing a few times.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” His brows pinch together, fingers running over his tip.

“I want you inside me,” you admit.

He bites his lower lip, dark eyes heavy lidded and intense. “Are you certain, princess? I’d have no complaints if you wished to continue like this,” he promises, inching closer to fit snug in the cradle of your thighs.

You spread your legs further, stretching to place a hand on his stomach. You scratch at the soft wisps of hair below his bellybutton. “I’ve never been so sure.”

Itachi shivers and nods, resting a hand on your pelvis, and uses the other to line up his cock. His tip slides over your swollen clit, then lower, pushing forward.

You stare at him with wide eyes, muscles tensing, and Itachi moves his hand to your ribs, thumbing over the ridges in a gesture of comfort.

“I have you baby, it’s alright,” he coos, pressing forward to slip past the first ring of muscle. The sweet words are relaxing, and your pussy doesn’t offer much resistance after that. He rocks his hips until he’s pressed flushed to you. “That’s perfect,” he moans, cock throbbing. “You take my breath away, you’re incredible.”

You’re so…so full. He seems bigger this time. Or maybe you’re more sensitive.

You sigh and clench up, and Itachi’s breath hitches as he jerks forward a little. You raise your hands up.

“Hold my hands?” You plead. Itachi’s lower lip trembles.

He laces your fingers together and pins your hands to the mattress by your head. “Anything you desire, I’ll give to you,” he whispers, voice full of promise. He places a kiss to your forehead before resting his own there. His hair surrounds you, comforting like a blanket. “I love you.”

The never ending depth of your love for Itachi sweeps your feet out from under you and chokes you up at the same time.

“I love you too.”

He pulls out halfway and pushes in, the two of you moaning in relief. He builds to a steady pace, nothing too fast, nothing too slow, and the sounds have your ears burning. In less than a minute you’re addicted to the drag of his cock.

“Feels so good,” you whimper, back arching as he works to brings your orgasm to the surface. “You’re perfect, baby.”

Itachi outright whines. “Yeah?” He pants, squeezing your hands tighter, thrusting a bit faster. “Would you like to cum, my love?”

“Please,” you murmur, tilting your chin up for a kiss. Itachi moans into your mouth, tongue sliding against yours before pulling away. He slows as he frees one of his hands, tucking it behind your knee to bend it towards your chest.

Itachi studies your face and tests the new angle. His cock strikes your g-spot dead on and your mouth drops open, a version of his name dangerously close to a sob coming out.

“Please baby, let go. I want to feel it,” Itachi begs, a desperate edge to the words. He snaps his hips fast and hard and sloppy.

Your head tips onto the pillow, spine bending. The muscles in your stomach go taut, and you struggle against the hold he maintains on your hand. It doesn’t budge. “Itachi! Please, don’t stop! Oh god, oh god—,”

You moan his name as the tension in your belly releases, toes curling in on themselves.

“Fuck,” his voice cracks, eyes glossy as he works you through it, hanging on by a thread. “I can’t hold it sweetheart, please,” he pleads, thighs shaking.

You nod, twitching through the aftershocks, melting into a puddle. “C’mon Itachi, make another baby with me,” you encourage. You squeeze his hand and cradle his cheek with the other, thumbing over his cheekbone.

Itachi nods frantically, expression splintering with pleasure as he loses his mind. He drops your leg to catch you in a tight embrace, shoving his face against your shoulder. He moans long and low, hips jerking one final time.

You whisper sweet nothings into his hair and return the hug, holding the back of his head. His pulse thunders, and you can’t separate it from your own.

You remain locked together for a moment, savoring the chance to calm down. Itachi only starts to move when he’s gone soft, lifting his head to kiss you sweetly. He slides off your chest and onto his side, an arm thrown over your waist, head pillowed on your shoulder. You play with his hair, twisting the ends that flow through your fingers like silk.

“I love you,” Itachi murmurs into the quiet of the room. “To the moon and back.”

Your cheeks ache smiling ear to ear. “I love you too,” you echo, playfully tugging his hair. “Are you going to stay with me tonight?”

Itachi pushes up to his elbow and stares down at you with a soft smile. “If you’ll have me, I’ll stay forever.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

You sit up, swinging your legs over the side of the bed. “If you want to sleep in my bed you’ll have to shower with me first. You’re disgusting,” you tease.

Itachi laughs, rising off the bed to trail behind you. “I’m certain you’re more of a mess than I, my love.”

You trip Itachi as he walks into the bathroom.

༝ note ; JESUS CHRIST!!! i apologize from the bottom of my heart for taking so long to get this out! my life has been a whirlwind and i truly haven’t had time to write for the last month… but i’m so glad you all came along with me on this journey. love you all, and i hope this delivers. 💌💌

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obito x fem!reader, canon universe, fluff-angst, for part 2 here

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THE NOON sun gently warmed the grass in the field just outside the Hidden Leaf Village. Cicadas sang among the branches, while a light breeze moved the tree leaves like a gentle whisper.

Obito Uchiha was lying on the ground, hands behind his head and eyes closed. His forehead was covered in a light sheen of sweat, and his genin uniform was wrinkled from hours of missions and training. He had wandered away from the village center for a bit of peace, to breathe in that air scented with earth and leaves, to be alone... or so he thought.

The warmth of the sun wrapped around him like a blanket. His breathing was slow, calm. For once, there were no orders to follow, no Kakashi to deal with. Just him and the sky.

Until a shadow fell across his face.

Something—or rather, someone—had placed themselves between him and the sun.

Obito slowly opened one eye, annoyed.

Above him, framed by the golden light of the day, stood [Y/n], hands behind her back and a playful smile on her face.

"Enjoying your nap, Obito?"

Their voice was cheerful, almost teasing, but there was no malice in their tone. Just the ease of someone who feels free to poke fun, even if just for a moment, at a friend.

Obito sat up with a start, caught off guard.

"[Y-Y/n]?!" he exclaimed, already feeling his cheeks burn. He quickly tried to fix his hair, though it was far too late to look presentable.

[Y/n] laughed, placing a hand on her hip. The sound was crystalline, as fresh as spring river water.

"Sorry for waking you," she said, lowering herself to sit beside him, "but I just finished training and saw you here, sprawled out like an old man, and I couldn't resist."

Obito scratched the back of his neck, eyes looking anywhere but at her. He just couldn't bring himself to meet her gaze. "I-I wasn't sleeping!" he blurted, though his voice wavered a little. "I was just... thinking!"

"About what? The best way to snore?"

Obito shot her a look, half offended, half embarrassed. But [Y/n] kept smiling, and that smile was disarming. He never knew how to act when she were this close.

To escape her gaze, he let himself fall back onto the grass, returning to watch the clouds drifting lazily above them.

[Y/n] settled down next to him, legs crossed, hands resting on the grass. For a moment, neither of them spoke. There was only the wind in the branches and the white clouds painting shapes in the sky.

"How did the mission go this morning?" she asked, breaking the silence with a softer tone.

Obito sighed. "Easy. Just delivering something to an old merchant. Of course, Kakashi found a way to make it even more boring than it already was."

[Y/n] chuckled softly. "Did he tease you again?"

"Yeah! Like always!" Obito burst out, crossing his arms behind his head. "He's always acting like a know-it-all, like he's the greatest ninja in the world..."

She looked down at him, chin resting in their hand. "Well, he is the top genin of his age, isn't he?"

Obito scoffed. "Only because everyone thinks being cold equals talent."

[Y/n] shook her head, amused. Then she looked up at the sky. "I prefer people who are sincere."

Obito turned his head slightly toward her, catching those words. His heart skipped a beat.

[Y/n] wasn't looking at him, but her profile was bathed in sunlight, and to him, it almost seemed like she was glowing. Her hair danced gracefully in the light afternoon breeze, and they seemed to shine on their own.

He wanted to say something. Something important. But the words got stuck in his throat.

In the end, he just muttered, "...Me too."

She turned to him with a smile. "Huh?"

"N-Nothing!"

She laughed again, then stood up, brushing off her clothes.

"I've got to go. My teammates are waiting for me to ate together."

Obito pushed himself up onto his elbows, a bit disappointed. Time had flown too fast.

"Ah... sure."

She looked at him for a moment longer, that gentle smile still on her rosy lips. "See you around, Obito."

"Y-Yeah!" he replied, too quickly, his face lighting up like a burning ember.

[Y/n] took a few steps away, then turned back, walking backward. "And stop napping all over the place!"

"I wasn't napping!" he protested again, but she was already gone.

Obito stayed there, sitting on the grass, watching her disappear into the village streets.

His heart was still beating far too fast.

The morning air was scented with dew and cherry blossoms. The sun was still low on the horizon, filtering through the tree branches like golden blades and gently caressing the ancient stone of Konoha's gates.

At that hour, only a few shinobi and merchants walked the streets. The village was still waking up, but there, in front of the main gate, a small group was already ready to depart.

Obito adjusted the forehead protector for the third time. It wasn't crooked—Rin had told him that several times already—but his hands were trembling slightly, and fidgeting with it was the easiest way to distract himself.

His gaze darted nervously from one side of the street to the other, trying not to meet Kakashi's eyes, who was already watching him with his usual indifferent expression.

"If you keep adjusting that headband, you'll wear it out, Obito."

Rin's calm and gentle voice brought him back to earth.

"J-just making sure it's straight!" he mumbled, blushing.

Kakashi sighed, hands in his pockets. "It looks more like it's cemented on."

Obito was about to reply with his usual fire when something stopped him.

A familiar scent, a light shadow approaching on tiptoe.

"Obito!"

The voice struck him like a jolt. He turned abruptly, and there—just a few steps away—was [Y/n].

She was wearing her genin uniform, her hair still a bit messy as if she'd rushed out of the house. The sunlight reflected in her eyes, turning them almost golden, and the smile on her lips was enough to make Obito forget where he was.

"[Y/n]?!" he exclaimed, louder than he'd intended.

She walked up to him lightly, hands clasped behind her back. "I heard you're leaving on an out-of-village mission today... so I thought I'd come say goodbye."

Obito stiffened instantly, his face flushing from his neck all the way to his forehead.

"O-oh, that's so nice of you!"

She laughed softly. "Hope I'm not bothering you."

"N-not at all! I'm glad you came!"

Rin watched them with a fond smile, while Kakashi observed the scene with one raised eyebrow.

[Y/n] stopped just a step away from him. "So... be careful out there, okay?"

Obito nodded frantically, trying to stay calm. "O-of course! Don't worry! I'll be back before you know it!"

She tilted her head. "I'm counting on you, Obito."

His heart skipped a beat. No one ever said things like that to him. No one ever really seemed to count on him.

But she did.

That simple phrase had, in an instant, become the reason he wanted to return.

He wished he could say something more. Something beyond the awkward replies. But his mouth refused to open, and his face burned as if he'd just run a mile under the sun.

"W-well, I'm going!" he finally blurted out, turning so fast his short cape fluttered behind him.

[Y/n] raised a hand in a small wave. "Good luck, Obito!"

He raised his arm to wave back, without turning around, too red to risk meeting her eyes again.

As the team began to walk past the gates, [Y/n] stayed behind, watching from afar, leaning with crossed arms on a wooden fence.

Her gaze immediately found Obito, who was trying to walk normally even though he was clearly still floating somewhere in the clouds.

Kakashi reached him in a few steps and said something quietly. Obito spun toward him, flailing his hands wildly.

[Y/n] couldn't hear the words, but she didn't need to. It was obvious Kakashi was teasing him.

And just as obvious was the flush spreading again over Obito's cheeks, turning him redder than a maple leaf in autumn.

[Y/n] giggled softly, shaking her head. "Poor Obito..." she whispered to herself, with an affectionate smile on her lips.

The sun had now fully risen, and the three genin were getting farther and farther along the road that disappeared into the trees.

[Y/n] stayed there a little longer, watching them vanish into the horizon.

Then she turned and made her way back into the village, with a lighter heart and a sweet thought brightening her day.

The days passed slowly after Obito's departure.

The sun rose and set over Konoha as always, the leaves rustled gently in the trees, the merchants' voices echoed through the streets, and time seemed unwilling to change for anyone. But for [Y/n], every hour was only waiting. Every sound of footsteps, every distant laugh, every team returning through the village gates made her turn sharply, her heart leaping in her chest and a burning hope alive inside her—persistent, bright, stubborn.

Obito will come back, she told herself.

He had said so himself. "I'll be back before you know it!"

And she believed him.

That morning, the sun shone high in the sky. The scent of freshly baked bread floated through the alleys, and children ran through the puddles left by a storm the night before. [Y/n] was sitting on the usual stone wall near the village gates—the same one from which she had waved him goodbye days before.

Each time someone in a shinobi uniform appeared on the horizon, she tensed a little. Her heart beat fast, and her eyes squinted to focus on the faces.

Then the silence returned within her. A slow, heavy silence, like a steady autumn rain.

Rin was the first to appear, her hair dirty and tangled, her face marked with scratches and dark circles. Her steps were weary, almost uncertain.

Behind her was Kakashi. He walked more slowly than usual. Part of his face was covered by a fresh white bandage wrapping over his left eye. The rest of his face, the part left uncovered, looked carved in stone: hard, cold, broken.

But of Obito, there was no sign.

[Y/n] stood up instinctively, her heart jumping into her throat. "Where...?"

Rin saw her and stopped, as if something had struck her in the chest. Her eyes filled with tears in an instant. Her hands clenched at the sides of her robes, as if looking for something to hold on to.

Kakashi lowered his gaze, ashamed. His lips pressed into a thin, tight line.

It was in that moment that [Y/n]'s world stopped.

There was no need for words. No one said it aloud. No one had to.

Her eyes scanned once more behind them. Maybe he was just farther back, maybe he'd stopped to fix his sandals, maybe he'd gotten lost in his thoughts and would appear any second now—with that awkward smile of his and those perpetually blushing cheeks.

But the road behind them was empty.

Obito wasn't there.

He wasn't coming back.

He would never come back.

[Y/n]'s knees gave out under the sudden weight of the truth, and she collapsed to the ground. She brought her hands to her mouth, as if to stop something terrible from escaping—a cry, a sob, a denial. But it was no use.

Her eyes filled with tears before she even realized it. It wasn't loud, dramatic crying. It was quiet, thick, and steady—streaming down her face like slow rain on cold glass.

Rin took a step forward, as if she wanted to say something, to hold her. But she stopped. Maybe she didn't know how to fill a grief so intimate, so sudden.

Kakashi crouched down slowly beside her. He said nothing, but helped her up with care. His hands were trembling and cold, but [Y/n] could feel a silent apology in his touch.

She looked at him for a moment, and in his face she saw the guilt that was eating him alive. The same absence. The same emptiness.

Obito was dead.

And with him, something inside her had died too.

She let him guide her to a bench a little farther down the road. She sat in silence, hands clasped tightly between her knees, the tears still falling—relentless, soundless.

Kakashi bent slightly to make sure she was steady, then walked away slowly, leaving her there with Rin, who sat a short distance away, eyes lowered, hands trembling.

[Y/n] didn't speak. She had no words. Only images.

Him lying in the grass, watching the clouds.

Him blushing when he talked to her.

Him saying he would become Hokage.

And instead... he was gone.

And he hadn't even said goodbye.

He hadn't left her anything. No letter. No promise. No sign.

Only the emptiness.

Only that sky, the same as always, which felt far too blue for a day like this.

Maybe she should have screamed, blamed someone. The village. Kakashi. The world. But in that moment, it was as if the pain had stolen her voice. As if her heart had been hollowed out, left there to keep beating only out of habit.

Every now and then, it would stutter—like it still hoped this was all just a nightmare. That Obito would come walking around the corner, with a goofy look on his face, his headband crooked on his forehead, ready to apologize for being late.

But it didn't happen.

And the wind, drifting through the trees, seemed to whisper his name like a distant echo.

Obito.

[Y/n] stayed there a long time. The bench was cold beneath her, but she didn't care. The world around her kept moving, indifferent. The village hadn't stopped for him. For them.

People passed by. Some looked at her with gentle eyes, others turned away in discomfort. But no one came closer.

Only Rin stayed beside her, in silence—in a quiet closeness that didn't try to console her, only to share in the pain.

Eventually, [Y/n] looked up. The sun was higher, the shadows shorter. She wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand, not caring about the redness staining her face.

She was hollowed out, but alive.

And inside her, a soft voice kept echoing gently, like a faint heartbeat.

"I'll be back before you know it!"

But Obito hadn't come back.

And [Y/n] knew that from this day on, that voice would live only inside her.

Years passed, and yet there were wounds that never fully healed.

[Y/n] had learned that the hard way.

After that day—after that cold bench and the unmoving sky above her—she had kept living. She had fought. She had trained without pause, harder than anyone else. Maybe to honor the one who never returned. Maybe to distract herself. Maybe just because stopping would have meant giving up completely.

She was no longer the girl who once ran laughing beneath the cherry blossoms. Her gaze was steadier now, her movements more deliberate. She carried her pain like a scar: sometimes forgotten, sometimes aching. Always present.

That day, the sky was overcast. The clouds raced above, pushed by a sharp, high wind. The call had come suddenly: Kakashi and his team were in danger. Immediate reinforcements needed.

[Y/n] hadn't hesitated for a second.

She moved through the branches like a swift shadow, senses sharp, heart calm. The landscape below blurred—trunks, roots, moss, damp stones. The silence of the forest was broken only by the beat of her footsteps on the trees and the rustle of her cloak in the wind.

When she finally saw the clearing, she landed gracefully beside Kakashi, already in a defensive stance, ready to fight.

"Kakashi!" she called, approaching with firm steps. "Tell me the situation!"

But he didn't answer. He didn't even look at her.

His eyes were fixed on a single point above them. His posture was tense, fingers wrapped tightly around the handle of his kunai, yet he looked petrified.

[Y/n] narrowed her eyes, following his gaze upward.

Above them, perched on a branch, stood a man.

He wore a long black cloak, trimmed with red clouds—the unmistakable symbol of the Akatsuki. His face was hidden behind an orange spiral-patterned mask, with a single hole over the right eye. The wind tugged slightly at the hem of his cloak, but the man remained perfectly still, as if he were part of the tree itself.

[Y/n] instinctively took a step back.

Then she moved quickly, bringing a kunai in front of her, ready to fight. The hood she'd kept pulled up slipped from her shoulders, letting her hair fall freely into the air.

The sound of the fabric was the only noise in that suspended moment.

The masked man stirred slightly.

He said nothing. But something in his presence shifted. The way he looked at her, the sudden tension in his shoulders, that thick silence like fog... all of it lost its previous playfulness, its mocking edge, its theatricality. That presence, which a moment ago seemed to taunt, had now become focused. Grave.

A subtle chill crept down [Y/n]'s spine. She didn't know why, but she could feel the change on her skin.

That single eye behind the mask seemed to recognize her.

"Who is he?" she asked, not breaking eye contact, her voice tense but steady. "Kakashi... who is he?"

The silence lasted too long.

Then, with an unreadable expression, Kakashi spoke.

"He's part of the Akatsuki. His name is Tobi." His voice was low, almost bitter. "He's dangerous. Don't underestimate him."

[Y/n] frowned. "I figured that much on my own."

The masked man didn't move.

For long moments, it felt like time had frozen. Only the wind continued to blow through the branches, carrying away leaves and the tension between them.

[Y/n] tightened her grip on the kunai, feeling the cold metal against her fingers.

Her gaze was fierce. Determined. But inside, something cracked. Her fingers trembled—just for a second. But it was enough.

The eye of the man behind the mask narrowed.

And in that instant, [Y/n] was struck by a sudden shiver. Not out of fear. But because of something else—something more dangerous.

Something inside her recognized that way of being looked at.

That stillness. That silent intensity.

It was as if a distant echo, buried deep in time, was trying to rise again.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked, unable to hold back.

Still no answer. But the air between them seemed heavier now, like just before a storm.

Kakashi moved a hand slightly, as if to stop her. "Don't get too close, [Y/n]."

"What the hell is going on?" [Y/n] hissed, not breaking eye contact with that single opening in the mask.

But the man said nothing.

He simply turned his face slightly, as if that question had hurt him more than any weapon. His cloak stirred in the wind, and for a moment [Y/n] thought she saw something—a reflection, maybe a shadow—in his gaze.

Hesitation.

Then the man turned completely, leaping elegantly from branch to branch, vanishing among the trees like a disturbed dream.

Silence fell again over the clearing and Kakashi's team.

[Y/n] stood still for long seconds, breath short, thoughts tangled.

Obito raced through the trees, each leap faster, more desperate than the last.

The Akatsuki cloak billowed behind him like a living shadow, but he didn't care. He didn't notice the sound of his sandals on the branches, the wind breaking against him, not even the pain clutching his chest like a claw.

It wasn't physical pain.

It was worse.

Something from within, something he thought he had buried forever.

But now... it was back.

Her.

[Y/n].

Her name burned in his mind, like a scar torn open without warning.

It couldn't be.

She was dead.

Obito had seen her with his own eyes. Her delicate body, lifeless, lying among the debris, in the still arms of Rin, their blood mingling. He had seen her sacrifice herself to save Kakashi... to save him. And he had screamed, cried, lost every piece of himself in that moment.

And now?

Now she was there. Alive. In front of him. With that same steady gaze. That same voice. Those same eyes.

Obito stopped abruptly, landing heavily on a thick branch. His heart pounded in his chest—too fast, too hard. His hands trembled.

He brought his hand to his mask and gripped it, as if that gesture could help him keep control. As if it could stop the storm exploding inside him.

"It can't be..." he whispered, his voice low and broken.

He tried to think logically. Maybe it was an illusion. A trick of the mind. Maybe it was someone who looked like her, or a clone, a jutsu, something. But no—it wasn't that simple. He had felt it was her.

He had felt it in the way she looked at him.

In the way his heart shattered—again.

She was real.

And she was alive.

And the worst part was... he didn't know what to feel.

In those suspended seconds, atop the tree, Obito found himself suddenly lost in emptiness.

Years of rage, of hatred, of blood.

Years walking a path without light, convinced the real world deserved nothing. Years in which he had thrown away all he once was.

And now the reality he had built, that castle of ice and vengeance, was starting to crack.

He felt like a child.

A child who had lost everything and now stood before what he believed was gone—and didn't know whether to run into her arms or scream.

He shut his eyes tightly.

Why are you alive? he thought, and it was almost an accusation. A plea. A sob.

He remembered everything.

He remembered sitting with her in the grass, how she giggled when Kakashi teased him. He remembered how she waved every time he left on a mission, with that shining promise in her eyes: "I'll be back before you know it!"

But he had never returned.

And she... she had waited.

Until that day.

That cursed day when the world shattered in his hands.

Obito dragged a hand through his hair beneath the hood, fingers digging into his scalp as if trying to scratch those memories out. As if he could tear them away.

"You can't be alive..." His voice broke in his throat. The knot in his chest was too thick, too heavy. He couldn't breathe.

He had killed. He had betrayed. He had renounced his very name.

And all for what?

Because the world had taken the only thing that mattered. Rin, [Y/n]... the very meaning of his heart.

He had walked among corpses without flinching. He had watched villages burn without turning back.

But now, just one look, one voice, one breath from the past, and everything was falling apart.

Obito sank to his knees on the branch, one foot dangling into the void.

"You're alive... you're really alive..." he murmured like a mantra, as if he still couldn't quite believe it.

And then came the anger.

But it wasn't the fierce anger of someone who wants to destroy the world.

No.

It was a sad anger. Confused. A grief-stricken rage that made his hands tremble and his lips bleed from the pressure of his bite.

Because she wasn't dead.

And no one had told him.

Because the world had made him believe she was lost, buried.

And he... he had lived as though there was nothing left to save.

He clenched his fists against the bark, knuckles white, fingernails breaking.

And then, a thought.

Simple. Cruel. Terrifying.

If she's alive... I want her back.

It wasn't rational. It wasn't fair. But it was the only thought he could hold onto.

A mixture of obsession and desperation.

He had loved her.

He had wept for her.

He had lost himself in darkness, convinced that the only hope was to destroy the world in which he'd lost her—just to build one where they could be together again.

But now that she was here, no one would take her from him.

Obito stood. His gaze had changed. No longer confused, no longer trembling. It was resolute.

I will take you back.

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[amitds]

On the Naruto 25th anniversary,

VJump official release: The story after the final chapter of the original Naruto work "Scarlet Flower Moon" written by Mr. Masashi Kishimoto. (Sasuke and Sarada)

are connected by the love they received from their father and mother.

"The action of poking the forehead with two fingers is what Sasuke got from his brother Itachi, and then Sasuke did it to Sakura, who later became his wife... It can be said that for the Uchiha clan, this is the "highest level of love expression."

[jumexju]

ADDITIONAL CAUSE FOR SORROW (req)

REQ !! : hii can i request something about itachi x reader, i love angst recently lol so maybe something about them having a fight and reader ignoring him for some time BUT in the end its fluff bc they make up - anon

Pairing !! : Itachi / GN Reader

Fic Type !! : Hurt to Comfort, Angst to Fluff, Fluff, Angst

CW !! : none !

Summary !! : Arguments rarely occur, but when they do, they last for quite a bit ー much to Itachi's dismay.

Note !! : Rip itachi, you would've loved feminist literature

✦ MASTERLIST

“Forgive me, Sasuke. I’ll help you some other day, okay?” Itachi gave his brother an apologetic smile. His little brother rubbed the spot where he had poked his forehead. 

“Fine..” Sasuke pouted and watched his big brother leave. Itachi sighed after he slid the door closed. Lately, it felt like everything rested on his shoulders. As if he never got a single moment of peace. He had been avoiding you, too. He didn’t want to feel as if he was burdening you with the pressure that he was under from both the Hokage and his father. 

Unfortunately for him, you had been relentless in trying to ease whatever was troubling him. He wouldn’t tell you anything whenever you asked what was up with him and that only served to worry you even more. As much as you tried to help, you couldn’t do anything if he wouldn’t let you in. 

Letting out another sigh, Itachi put on his Anbu mask and swiftly left the Uchiha Compound. He knew he’d have to deal with the tension between you two soon.. Just, not now. 

“Good afternoon, ____..! How have you been?” A smile graced Mikoto’s features. You went over to Itachi’s house often, at least twice a week when you could. Mikoto and Fugaku welcomed you since you were helpful and warm to them — They often told Itachi that he was blessed to have you, but you didn’t know about that. 

“Good afternoon, Miss Uchiha,” You gave her a smile in return. “Is Itachi here?” 

She gave you an apologetic look. You always tried to look after him as much as you could, but there was only so much you could do. “No sweetheart, He’s on a mission right now, but you could come in and wait for him if you’d like?” 

“Is that alright? I don’t want to intrude..” You shyly asked. Sometimes you wondered if you were a bother to them, but Itachi’s parents always received you with open arms so you guessed maybe they didn’t mind. 

“Oh you could never intrude! Don’t be so modest,” Mikoto chuckled and gestured for you to come in. 

You came in with a smile, eyeing Itachi’s little brother peering up at you from his mother’s left side. As you took off his shoes, you noticed Sasuke’s pout. He seemed disappointed.. Was he expecting Itachi? After taking your shoes off, you followed Sasuke to the engawa and sat next to him. You looked onto the beautiful garden, it was bathing in the orange tint of the sunset. 

“Why are you so pouty today, hm?” You asked the little boy next to you. 

“I thought Big Brother came back,” He crossed his arms, “But it was just you.” 

“Just me?” you put a hand over your heart, feigning hurt. “I’m wounded!” You said dramatically. 

“Hmph..!” Sasuke stuck to his words before letting up and sighing. “Big Brother said he’d help me with the Shuriken Jutsu when he came back.. But I don’t think he’s coming back..” He spoke quietly as he looked down at his fidgety hands. You could tell that it meant a lot to him, so without much of a thought, you stood up. 

“Well, I’m not as skilled at Itachi,” you began, “But I can try to help, if you want.” 

Sasuke eyed you suspiciously, considering your offer before getting up. He put his hands on his hips and looked up at you with a determined expression. “I bet you can’t even hit the targets like I can!” He spoke confidently. 

“Oh-ho-ho! Really? Is that what you think?” you smirked down at the boy and crossed your arms. “Whoever hits the most targets gets a piggyback ride from Itachi!” Sasuke looked at you with stars in his rounded black eyes, he was definitely motivated to beat you at it now. 

Without any more talking, you found yourself with Sasuke in the woods to help him practice his Shuriken Jutsu. Admittedly, you weren’t trying too hard since you knew you’d probably win the bet, even if you weren’t as good as Itachi. You watched as Sasuke flung three shuriken to their targets, only barely missing one of them. 

He let out a small grunt, frustrated that he kept missing the same target. “That’s the only one I keep missing, I swear I’ll beat you!” He said while he crossed his arms and looked up at you as you got into position to show him how it was done. 

“Uh-huh, sure you will,” You smirked and took out the shuriken before swiftly jumping into the air and flinging them at their targets. Though your moves weren’t as graceful as when Itachi did it, you did end up hitting every single target, even the one behind you.

By now, the sun was starting to go down. Once you landed, you proudly smiled at Sasuke and walked up to him. “C’mon, I should take you back home,” You said as you crouched down. 

“What are you doing?” Sasuke asked you.

“What? You don’t want a piggyback ride back home?” You asked him with an amused tone, “Is it ‘cause I’m not Itachi?” 

Sasuke giggled and climbed up on your back, “I’m not turning down a piggyback ride home!” With a bright smile, you  stood up and carried him home. Luckily the two of you didn’t go far so it didn’t take the two of you long to get to Sasuke’s house. As the two of you approached the road it was on, your eyes rested upon the familiar figure that was Itachi. 

Itachi’s back was all you could see though. His father looked agitated and that was all you needed to know the state of affairs between the two of them. Itachi followed his father inside the home while you and Sasuke entered a few minutes after them. As soon as the two of you stepped inside the home, Sasuke got off of your back to run off to eavesdrop on what Fugaku was telling Itachi. 

Meanwhile, you walked into the kitchen to ask Mikoto what had happened. She was washing dishes when you sat at the table, a semi-worried look on your face. “..Is Itachi okay?” 

Mikoto sighed, turning off the water and turning to you. Her expression was downcast and you could tell her heart was heavy when it came to things like this. “..He’s alright, it's just that..” Mikoto contemplated her next words. She had to be careful with what she said because you weren’t an Uchiha, therefore, you didn’t know what the clan was currently going through. “He’s under a lot of pressure from his father and being in the Anbu.. — The boy is stressed, please understand.”

You gave her an empathetic smile, “Don’t worry, I understand. I wish he would talk to me though..” 

Mikoto’s heart strings were pulled after hearing your words. You wanted to understand her son and wished to ease his burden even if it was only a little — Much like she did with Fugaku. The only difference was that you weren’t an Uchiha, so the things Itachi could tell you were limited. 

“I feel like he expects to shoulder all of this by himself, and I know that it can’t be good for him..” You sighed and laid your head down on the table, wondering how long Itachi would take. 

After what felt like an hour, Itachi emerged from the room and passed by the kitchen, his eyes resting on you for a moment before he continued on his way to the veranda. You excused yourself from the table and followed after him. Sasuke must’ve fallen asleep waiting because he wasn’t sitting next to his brother like he usually did. You quietly sat next to him, trying to gauge his mood at the moment. Usually, you could read his body language, but tonight, you couldn’t read him. After a moment of comfortable silence, you spoke up. 

“Are you alright?” you asked quietly, not wanting to accidentally irritate him. 

Your boyfriend sighed, “..I’m fine.” His hand slowly intertwined with yours. “Everything is fine.” 

Your brows furrowed at his words, you knew they were lies. You held his hand and gave it a small squeeze, “Itachi..” 

He could tell you were about to start questioning him. The fact that you knew him like the back of your hand was a blessing but at times like these,it was also a curse. “Please, just.. Can’t we just stay like this? For now at least?” He was pleading that you’d understand him at least a little. 

But he couldn’t blame you for worrying about him. “But, Itachi..” You began, “I want to help, I really do- But if you don’t tell me what’s going on, I can’t do anything for you..!” You spoke in a worried tone, your expression matched it. “I don’t want you to carry these burdens by yourself, I-” 

Itachi sighed and let go of your hand. “It isn’t that I don’t want to tell you, it’s that I can’t. If you can’t understand that – Can you just go? I do not need you questioning me on top of all the other responsibilities I hold.” Itachi’s voice, for once, was tinged with the subtle tone of frustration. 

A bewildered look flashed across your face. You never once had heard such words come from Itachi’s mouth. He said it so calmly too and you knew he was frustrated but.. Was he serious? You balled up your hands and stood, wordlessly walking to the door and sliding it open to leave. 

 Itachi didn’t go after you or tell you to stay. He simply let you be on your way. This, for some reason, hurt you more. A worried Mikoto looked at you as you passed by the kitchen but you only told her that you were leaving for tonight. 

That night, you didn’t sleep much. It took you about a week to get over the stabbing pain you felt. But you weren’t guiltless either. You knew he was stressed and poking the bear wasn’t a wise thing to do.. But he could’ve handled it differently, too. 

When the second week rolled around, you found yourself avoiding Itachi at all costs. If he turned up at your home and your father notified you? Suddenly you weren’t home. If you were running errands and saw him for even a split second? Suddenly you weren’t there anymore. Wherever Itachi went, you fled. And of course, he noticed. 

He felt bad for saying what he had said to you and he wanted to apologize, but it was now two weeks since that argument and you still wouldn’t give him the light of day. When he woke up that morning, he was determined to make today the last day that you avoided him. 

You were calmly reading a magazine at the kitchen table while you munched on some of the onigiri your father made you before he left for a mission today when you heard a knock at your front door. You didn’t think much of it, but on the other side of the door was none other than Itachi at your doorstep. In his hands, you saw an assortment of all types of flowers. Your favorites were among them, but just seeing him — With no way to get away from him — after the encounter made your stomach sink. 

You quickly opted to shut the door but Itachi jammed his foot in between the door and the frame. You sighed and opened the door fully, an unamused expression on your features. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”  you said sarcastically. You didn’t want to be bitter, but you wanted him to apologize first.

“____. I..” Itachi had rehearsed what he was going to say to you but now that he had actually succeeded, it was like the words had left him high and dry. You stood there expectantly and the longer the two of you spent in silence, the longer you felt the urge to absolve him of everything and just take him in your arms. 

But you knew you had to give yourself at least a bit of respect. 

“I want to apologize for what I said,” He began, His black eyes downcast and guilty. “I was dealing with a lot at the moment, but I know that it was no excuse to talk to you the way I did..” He offered you the flowers. “Take them, I got them for you.” 

The boy finally met your eyes and you swear you could feel your heart swell. You sighed and pulled him into a hug — You’d accept the flowers after. “..I was hurt by what you said.” you uttered softly as he returned your embrace. 

“I know.., I’m sorry.” He held you tight, as if he was afraid you’d disappear if he didn’t 

You took in a small breath and got what you had been meaning to say to him off of your chest, “But.. I also should’ve understood that you didn’t need my relentless worrying at the moment- And for that, I’m sorry, too.”

Itachi smiled softly, but you couldn't see. “You have nothing to apologize for.. You were worried.” 

You parted from him and cupped his cheeks while you donned a determined expression, “Still. I want to be your support, I don’t want you to think you can’t come to me..” 

Itachi softly shook his head, “I know I can come to you, I just..” 

“-can’t tell me certain things..?” You finished for him. Your lover nodded, an apologetic look on his face. “It’s okay,” you told him as you took the flowers he offered to you, “Just.. remember that you’re human too, okay? You don’t have to go through it alone.” 

He smiled and nodded. 

One of the things he adored most about you was the way you always tried to understand him and grow the relationship. Though it was rare, arguments like these allowed the two of you to know more about each other.

Maybe one day he would tell you all of his burdens.. 

But that day was not today. 

[frightenedcricket]

It seems Noah can't stop poking your forehead with his fingers...

You think it's annoying at first. Why the fuck does he do that all the time? Whenever you are parting ways, after a hug or a kiss or whatever, he does that thing... And then you ask why and he just laughs and shrugs.

One day, at the airport, you are saying your goodbyes to them. It's hard when they have to part and you can't go with them.

You clung into his body, your face is on his neck and his arms are around you. Noah doesn't want to admit it but he hates this.

"Hey, we will be back in two weeks" He mutters softly.

"I know... It's hard, the house is really quiet" You mumble.

"I'll miss you too, the hotel beds are always cold" He whispers.

"Lovebirds?" Nicholas asks gently. He know this is important for you and respects it, but it's getting late.

"Yeah" Noah cups your chin face without looking at you and kisses you slowly.

You know he wants to make it last, he wants to drag the moment.

When you pull back, you smile at him. "Good luck with your shows and have so much fun, you are doing great"

He nods. "Thank you, sweetheart. Just call me whenever you need, okay? No matter what"

"I will"

You peck his lips and step back, fully aware that if you don't put distance with him, they will miss the flight.

"I'll call when we land"

"Yeah, have a good flight."

He smiles and lifts a hand to you, two fingers tap your forehead and he turns around. You scrunch your face, annoying even at moments like this.

Time passes and you - after being pressured until exhaustion - start watching Naruto. It's cool, you understand why he likes it until...

You gasp and sit straight in your bed. What has that one just done? Has Itachi tapped Sasuke's forehead? Wait, wait, wait.

You jump to your computer and Google it. Why does the character Noah has tattooed on his leg tap his brother's forehead?

It turns out - and you spoil the series to yourself - that they do that. And Sasuke does it to Sakura too. And...

"Hey" You intercept his hand the next time he tries to do it and kiss his fingers. "I know why you do that"

Noah blushes instantly.

"That's how the Uchihas show affection. Itachi does it to Sasuke all the time."

Noah is burning.

"Uh..."

But you smile. It's big and beautiful and your eyes have certain bright.

"I love you" You say. "And you are the cutest boy I've ever laid my eyes on. You are so cute I can't stand you."

Noah groans when you tap his forehead and pull him in a big hug, smooching his face a thousand times until he is laughing and trying to pull apart.

"I thought you hated it" He mutters when his laugh calms.

You laugh a bit and kiss his lips.

"So did Sasuke and he ended up showing love to Sakura the same way"

"Oh you nerd..."

[teamsasukes]

Was Itachi's forehead poke to Sasuke a sign of distancing himself and not wanting Sasuke to get involved, rather than just a mere sign of affection? I saw a few people talk about that and how it's weird that Sasuke does that to his family considering the original meaning.

yes, you've got an accurate handle on the original meaning of the Forehead Poke. fundamentally it is an expression of distance that itachi wields at times when he cannot be with sasuke. and it seems to be a throughline of his childhood: sasuke asks itachi to do something as mundane as train together but itachi continually refuses on account of his duties as a shinobi.

it is not a gesture devoid of love -- it's not as though itachi ever delights in dismissing sasuke (on the contrary, he is always regretful). but there's a cruelty in the uncertainty of it all: the most direct translation is "maybe next time", so itachi fails to provide even an assurance that they can, like, hang out next week or something. this chasm between them is then widened by itachi promising, on the night of the massacre, that he might allow a final battle between them if sasuke ever proves competent enough to bother fighting, leaving sasuke in protracted pursuit of the looming specter of his older brother.

this distance is really only bridged (barely) in their final scene when itachi lays bare the truth of his motives, his regrets (which are lacking, to put it mildly, but for sasuke this is nonetheless momentous), and his unconditional pride in and love for his little brother. the Forehead Poke is notably absent here because textually, the enforced distance wrt sasuke is framed as itachi's greatest wrong. (seriously, itachi says something to the effect of: i shouldn't have done All That because maybe you, my 7-year-old brother, could have brought change to our clan... thereby reducing inconvenience for konoha, of course. the paucity of virtue in massacring the uchiha doesn't really register for him even during this reconciliation, and it's deliberate... because the author doesn't see it as much of an issue either!)

anyway, it might seem odd for sasuke to repeat this gesture with sakura in chapter 699, then, particularly because it seems to be invoked in a manner identical to itachi in his neglect. kind of an odd way to signify a happy ending for these characters, right...?

well, it works for me solely because it is not identical! and naruto's english dub is my worst enemy. i would grab a couple of manga panel screenshots in the original japanese to prove it, but it's easier for me to just plug these scenes from the anime. here is an itachi Forehead Poke (0:51) and here is sakura seeing sasuke off at the konoha gate (0:33). there's a subtle but meaningful distinction in the phrasing: "mata kondo da" vs. "mata kondo na". which, in effect, alter the meaning from "maybe next time" to:

(there's an excellent tumblr post from years ago which performs a substantive analysis of the japanese in both contexts, but eludes me now. pls send if any of you have a link to it!)

so personally i adore its inclusion in chapter 699 specifically. it obviously carries a great deal of weight for sasuke and it's meaningful he chooses to express it to sakura specifically despite leaving the entire team behind -- in lots of ways, and more than any other character, i think for sasuke, sakura is the anti-itachi. (that would require another post to elucidate.) so not only is it an expression of regret at unintended distance, but, more crucially, it's a promise of return. i think it's incredibly sweet that sasuke can repurpose the gesture from something soul-rending to something hopeful.

(also deserving of another post lol but this scene also achieves a neat and, crucially, subversive callback to sakura's foundational insecurities... it's like poetry it rhymes)

all that said, i understand why it reads as something different once we are then given the context of chapter 700 and gaiden... i dislike both of these installments, primarily for the implication that distance becomes a love language, so to speak, between sasuke and sakura/sarada. these relationships are ruled by distance and sasuke accepts it. it's disappointing! his journey to learn about more of the world in chapter 699 jibed with the character's arc until that point. this does not.

my unpopular take is i think this has just about nothing to do with sakura or the sasusaku relationship and everything to do with authorial outlook on sasuke's actions in part 2. and for the record, i maintain that these crimes ultimately amount to very little -- violence and death are occupational hazards if one is a shinobi. konoha is also foregrounded by a cold calculus on the worth of human lives; i'm sure sasuke's indispensable role in saving the world outweighs the killing of a few samurai. i just think kishimoto needs sasuke to atone, somehow, forever, via endless service to the village. and he also cannot sensibly write a kakashi- or naruto-headed government that would impose any meaningful punishment, so sasuke is relegated to a state of permanent rootlessness in some dumbass quest. it's a sacrifice on his part, but contrived for a number of reasons, chief among them being that the sasuke we came to know in the original series would literally never internalize konoha's ideals in this manner. so even though the Forehead Poke in gaiden and boruto retains the elements of promise and anticipation of eventual reconciliation, it feels kind of... lame and weightless. there is a superficial signal at growth but materially, for the parties on the receiving end of the Forehead Poke, very little seems to change.

frankly, i think we are meant to view sasuke's love as noble (and sasuke himself as penitent, suggested by the ascetic quality of his life). sasuke is still doing things differently than itachi, insufficient though it may be: he is honest about the reason for his travels, he does not rush to dismiss sarada when she needs emotional support, his motives are selfless rather than selfish (sasuke guards against the threat of the otsutsuki; itachi... wanted sasuke to kill him, in no small part as a desperate ploy to end his own suffering, notwithstanding the subsequent damage that would be inflicted on his thoroughly traumatized little brother). gaiden is surprisingly candid about the distance as a source of distress for sarada, sakura, and even sasuke, but by the end everyone understands why it must be as it is. the state above all! (you'll notice even itachi's apology to sasuke held this precept intact... there is a reason the series closes with sasuke accepting his old hitai-ate.) it is admittedly vexing, considering the totality of evidence here, to see sasuke's nomadic status in boruto pinned on how much he hates his dumb bitch wife and not, you know. the shockingly bad politics underpinning the narrative.

i appreciate the attempts of sasuke enjoyers to explain his distance as natural aversion to konoha, but this isn't canonically backed by any interiority (which seems to be absent in boruto-era team 7 at large) and moreover it requires miscommunication between sasuke and sakura (or even naruto) so great as to be unbelievable. i've accepted that post-pt2 sasuke is an unfortunate victim of kishomoto's nationalist views. his weird takes on how a man like sasuke would behave in a loving relationship and likely desire for a continued revenue stream don't help either. yes i will weep forever...

TLDR: i think the Forehead Poke fits in chapter 699 precisely because it diverges from itachi's. i resent its recurrence suggesting distance from loved ones is an inevitable condition of sasuke's life to which he's stoically acquiescent.

[narutothoughts]

Au where the Uchiha have a coming of age ritual when a child becomes a shinobi where the closest (often male) relative who is NOT the parent blesses the young shinobi by smearing their blood across the forehead and eyelids.

The spread of Uchiha blood “anoints” the young Uchiha after they awaken their sharingan so that all that they remember is clear, true, and endured with grace. Basically a “here is my life blood so that in spite of all the horrors you will remember in this life you will live well. Here is my strength that I share with you.”

It’s like a little game for young Uchiha’s to play shinobi with a mock blessing signaling the start of the game.

Sasuke begged itachi to do it for him a million times and eventually he started to tease sasuke about not being a shinobi yet by poking his forehead

Fast forward to Itachi finally doing it for sasuke as he dies.

[pachu09]

Spirits of Nature AU

"*He is Harbinger of Doom!.*"

Tobirama snarled in fury as he gestured to his River that was flooded with lava after the Goddamn Volcano erupted.

Hashirama frowns at him even as the Spirit of the Forest watches with dull eyes as his vast jungle was consume with flames.

Thousand of years of nourishing each other and their territories were gone in an instant because of an anomaly.

His river, Anija's Forest and Human's lives are lost...

Just because a Spirit of Volcano had been borne? settled down? between their territories.

Tobirama curled his lips in disgust as he glowered at the Spirit of the Volcano. The Spirit stared at him blankly.

" If you want so badly to remain friends with him then do so....I will never welcome that Spirit in my territory. The moment he step even a foot in my Rivers...I will make sure the Ocean will drown that fucking Volcano even if it kills me. "

Tobirama turns around to leave his Anija with that accursed Spirit. He mentally tried his connection with his Rivers to cool off the lava that was happily lapping away at his clean waters...he sneered in disgust.

He might have to call for the Human's aid to clean the filth out of his waters. The nearest towns would help happily...since they all benefitted from his River Waters.

They surely wouldn't be happy that after the Volcano killed most of their kins they are also threatened with its lava flowing freely onto his Waters....

Tobirama clicked his tongue and dove into his river as soon as his feet touches it. He glared hatefully at the bubbling lava happily covering at least half a portion of his River...

" Just you wait. Your filth will never taint my Rivers again. " he muttered in fury as he carefully avoided the lava and swam underneath the water towards the Human's settlement.

~●~●~

And true to Tobirama's self proclaim promise. He never let the other Spirit near his Rivers again. The Ocean at the end of the Continent they lived in always bubbled angrily ( reflecting Tobirama's anger ) whenever the Spirit of the Volcano skirted around Tobirama's territory. He is always on watch at that menacing Spirit. He never lets his guard down even if he had to also ignore his Brother. He had even stop stepping a foot inside his Anija's forest eversince the dangerous Spirit had befriended his Brother.

He had also branded the Spirit of the Volcano's Brother as a dangerous entity. The Spirit if Lightning is a menacing entity that makes Tobirama feel fear and loathing. It doesn't even help that the other Spirit always repeatedly pokes around his territory. As if by doing so he thinks Tobirama will let him in....

Tobirama had made a quiet vow that he'll never let an Uchiha Spirit pollute his territory ever again....

But that vow was unintentionally broken when Tobirama let a little Uchiha Spirit settle near one of his largest lake...

One day, Tobirama glowered darkly as Uchiha Madara stood outside his lake's boundary.

Uchiha Madara stared darkly back at him. Tobirama plans to again ignore the other Spirit...but the other entity's words made Tobirama instantly pops veins on his forehead.

" I was unfairly banished from your territory. But my littlest kin gets an instant welcome from you...that is hardly fair because there is no difference between us, Senju! "

Tobirama sneered in disgust. " There is a massive difference between the two of you. First of all, Kagami actually asked for a permission to settle in my territory. Second of all, he is just a little geyser....unlike you who looms threateningly all over my territories....and last and most importantly...Kagami is actually cute and a gentle child unlike you who looks like a Brute, acts like a Brute and thinks like a Brute. Go away Uchiha, you will never step foot in my territories ever again, you'll have to kill me first if you want to get in. "

The Spirit of River carefully maintained his disgusted expression while internally he is afraid that Madara will force his way in even with a barrier between them. He narrowed his eyes as Madara casually puts his hand on top of the barrier and spidercracks bloom beneath his palm that glows menacingly....

Tobirama swallowed his fear. He knew he wouldn't last even an hour if he fought the Spirit of the Volcano. But he'd rather be dead than let the other Spirit inside his beloved territories again.

As quick as a wind, Tobirama tensely watched as Madara took off his hand over the weakening barrier....but the other Spirit's smile made ice slide down Tobirama's spine. It is a smile that is threatening and full of unknown promises....

Within a blink, the Spirit of the Volcano disappeared without saying anything more. It baffled and terrified Tobirama for usually the other Spirit harasses him without a rest, usually by screaming his head off or threatening to bust down his barriers. This kind of silence is a new one that brought unknown shivers down his back. It felt like he would be hunted down and what?...Tobirama shakily inhale...no sense in overthinking things...he just needs to repair his barrier and he can hide in the center of territories again to avoid that Brute of a Spirit.

~●~●~

A week later Tobirama watches with terrified eyes as the Volcano erupted again....but this time its deadly ashes, black smoke, giant boulders and burning lava completely swallows his Rivers and lakes ( some of the Human settlements too if the terrified and anguished screams he can hear are actually real ) but surprisingly avoided to destroy any of his Brother's territory.

Tobirama had ignored Kagami's pleas to come with him to safety. He was rooted to his spot as the Spirit of the Volcano emerge from the burning lava that already covered half of one of his favorite lakes.

He stared with terrified eyes as the other Spirit's eerie red red eyes settled on him.

" Won't you let me in now, Senju? "

[holly-natnicole]

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the Forehead Poke

[ari-is-green]

I feel like Shizuma is there to break the generational "I'll tell you later" Uchiha curse. Because that boy is DEMANDING.

Itachi would be busy and use the same old tactics. Call him closer with a silent smile and a wave. Poke two fingers at Shizuma's forehead and say "sorry, Shizuma, maybe another time". Old habits die hard.

Shizuma would fall for it the first time but there would not be a second. Itachi tried to do it again in another situation, and that boy just SMACKED his father's hand away and put his foot on the ground. Yes, you WILL play with me and teach me new jutsu. Yes, you WILL spend time with me. A very loud and masked way of saying "please don't push me away".

And Itachi would not have the heart to say no.