#and made a name for himself using it in a way no uchiha ever had

[depressedhatakekakashi]

Never seen someone try to deny Itachi and Kakashi were prodigies/genius’ before

Guess there’s a new thing for people to lie about every day

[oh-no-its-bird]

Really stupid au where when they were younger, Kakashi and Obito shared an accidental kiss a lot like Sasuke and Naruto. (Kakashi commits to his mask shortly after but will never not insist it's unrelated)

Years later and Kakashi, trying to cheer up Naruto and Sasuke ab their own embaressing accidental first kiss, shares his own story

Then, years later when Obito reveals himself on the battlefield, instead of going "woah, another Uchiha!?" when he hears his name, Naruto can't help but point and shout OH MY GOD UR THE GUY WHO KISSED SENSEI!!!!!!!!

Instant dead silence. (Obito wants to die)

Sakura, who never heard the story ab how it was a one time accidental kiss: "omg... sensei's childhood boyfriend went evil on him... this is so fucked up"

Obito is VIOLENTLY thrown off by this turn of events (and also hasn't actually thought ab it in years oh my god that did happen didn't it)

Kakashi, seeing how badly it threw him off, and also the kind of person who plays hard into throwing people off and generally fucking w them to gain an edge, seeing Sakura mumbling ab lovers to enemies and just kinda goes "Yeah Obito I can't believe you'd do this to me I thought we had smthn special."

"Yeah a rivalry????"

"So I was only ever a way for u to get stronger,, figures u were using me,,,"

[Confused Obito car crash noises]

Sakura yells smthn ab him being a deadbeat and how Kakashi can do so much better and Naruto is instantly shouting in agreement as Sasuke stands there like "hn." Which is basically the same thing for him

Kakashi just starts straight up lying actually

"What about all those picnics we went on... watching the sun set over konoha..."

"Are you talking about when Minato said we weren't allowed to come back inside till we stopped arguing and ate on opposite ends of the roof bc we couldn't even look at eachother without yelling???"

"It was so romantic."

Obito, starting to actually doubt himself, "was that a date????"

(It was not.)

"You died in my arms..."

"I died under a rock"

"We literally got eye married" (not a thing, he just made this up 3 seconds ago)

"We got WHAT" (no one can prove him wrong tho bc no surviving Uchiha knows that much ab their clans marriage traditions)

"Oh my god sensei's husband is a deadbeat" - sakura, horrified (and maybe a little delighted)

"Figures." -Sasuke, who's been in proximity w Obito for some time now and absoloutley believes every word ab this topic Kakashi is saying

"Woah. This is almost as bad as the fact he murdered my parents when I was a baby dattebayo" - Naruto who's priorities are NOT what they should be

"Ok. I wouldn't go that far." - Sasuke, who's priorities are also fucked but not THAT fucked, oh my god Naruto

"No, no he's right. We should kill him even harder for this" - Sakura, who doesn't actually agree but wants an excuse for more juicy sensei love drama (and also wants to see Obito beaten to death anyways)

[comesatimecomesashadow]

white flag *ೃ༄

pairing *ೃ༄ uchiha madara x wife reader

cw *ೃ༄ reader is married to him + they have children together, angst (a bit), pining, mentions of blood.

fic type *ೃ༄ one-shot, part ii to 'le ciel'.

summary *ೃ༄ a continuation of the story of how your relationship with him came to be.

note *ೃ༄ my writing skills are rusty (its been a while) but this is a christmas special since some of you requested a part two.

masterlist *ೃ༄

   “My dream.. Is for you to be at peace.”  

   The sun began to set, it bathed the two of you in its soft golden rays as it hid behind the mountains. The fluff of the clouds graced the skies as the wind swept around Madara and you, as if to wrap you up together. Madara always looked calmer when he was with you. 

   Then again, he supposed it was because he had always been comfortable with you, ever since the two of you were barely fledgelings in the forest. 

   “For me to be at peace?” Madara looked away from you and to the thriving village being built before him.. And you. His eyes searched for something but you weren’t quite sure what. 

   “You’re always fighting, even now that the village is being built — You’re still fighting.” you noted. He glanced at you, who were at his side. He remembered his last altercation with your brother, how you sat at his side ready to heal him once your brother called for it. You were always so considerate of him, it was a quality he used to deem a weakness back when he viewed your clan as his enemy. Now that the two of your clans stood on the same side.. He quite liked that about you. 

   “Is that so? What makes you say that?” Madara inquired, leaning back on his palms while he sat beside you on the cliff. Of course, he knew he had been dealing with a lot due to the Uchiha growing more distant from him despite him being their clan’s leader. He and his clan had different views and he wasn’t quite sure how to take it. 

   And as if to shed a light on the problems he kept to himself, you spoke again. “I’ve heard things among the Uchiha..”  

   He turned to you, his expression placid. Madara sighed, “So you know they do not trust me.” 

   “I know that you’re doing what you think is best for the clan..” Your voice was one of understanding. There was a softness to it that Madara wasn’t used to. He wasn’t a man of many words and he hated when people hesitated to say what they wanted. He was more accustomed to the yelling and the fighting — maybe that’s why he felt he was incompatible with the peace that had settled between the Uchiha and the Senju. “But the times are changing- Our people are changing. It's hard to adjust after centuries of fighting, but I know that you have the strength to adapt.” 

   He gazed up at you as you stood from your sitting position, you looked determined from the way your sights were set on the village below. Then, you looked down to him, who was still sitting down. “I won’t let your efforts go to waste. So.. you can’t let them either.” 

   “Are you asking me or is that an order?” He stood up and smirked, he spoke with a playful edge to his question. 

   You smiled up at him, “In my life, I have never asked for anything. Not once. So, I trust that you’ll take into consideration what I am asking of you.” His black eyes met yours and for the first time in years, you saw a glimmer of warmth in them. He scoffed and walked past you. Your eyes lingered on him as you watched him walk away, only to stop for a moment. 

   “..I’ll consider it.” 

—

   After that conversation on the cliffside with Madara, your brothers started the talk on politics. Hashirama wanted Madara to be named Hokage over the village, but with his image and his past, Tobirama was opposed to it.Things were busier than ever following the end of the war and it stressed you out, sure, but you weren’t going to let Tobirama run the Uchiha name through the mud, not when the both of your clans had made the decision to come together and be at peace. 

   “It’s not a wise decision to outright make him Hokage just because you want to, brother.” Tobirama sat on the table and looked over some documents. “The village people don’t trust him. I don’t trust him.” 

   Your arms were crossed. You weren’t pleased with the way Tobirama was talking about them — or him. You never were. ‘There’s always room for improvement. We can’t just assume he’s a danger based on the fact that you don’t trust him, brother.” You weren’t for nor against Madara becoming Konhagakure’s leader. If he had the leadership skills and was able to handle the job, you didn’t mind it one way or the other. 

   Tobirama sighed, “I’m just trying to say that it would be a better idea to let the people choose.” 

   Standing up, you decided that that was the best course of action. “It would, That way it’s fair to everyone. If that’s all, I’ll be taking my leave.” Hashirama nodded and bid you goodnight while Tobirama stayed behind with your older brother. Before you left, you turned to smile at them. “-and don’t stay here too late. If we’re trying to establish a government, we need to be well-rested.” 

   Hashirama chuckled, “We will. There’s no need to worry.” So with one last glance, you walked out of the office and headed out. 

   You looked around the streets and saw the dim light of shops being built still and a few campsites around the area. It was a work in progress, sure. But it was yours. It was Hashirama’s. It was Madara’s. For the future of the Uchiha, the Senju, the clans that had joined you and the other clans to come. As you walked around, you picked up the scent of freshly cut wood, water and.. Noodles? As you turned the corner, the smell of noodles and broth led you to a small restaurant where some of the other business began to open up. 

   The kana on the curtains read : ‘Ichiraku’ and you discerned that the aroma was coming from there. So without a moment's hesitation, you parted the curtains and looked around the quaint eatery. The cushioning on the stool was comfortable and the counters were clean — The businessman was clearly doing well for himself from the looks of it. 

   “Ah! Welcome, welcome! You’re ______ Senju- Hashirama’s sister, right? It’s an honor to see you!” said the young cook. You smiled at the warm welcome, it had dawned on you that people would probably regard you highly, especially since you had helped end the century-long war. 

   “Please, don’t mind me..!” You straightened up a bit, “The food here smells amazing, are you still open? I understand it’s quite late.” 

   The young cook waved you off, “Ah, Don’t mind that! Just for you, I have room for one more order, or two.” He chuckled a little and got to work on the noodles. “What would you like to order?” You looked up to the menu and saw various dishes that seemed way too good to eat. You couldn't decide for the life of you, so you told the young cook to give you the first dish he had ever made. 

   As you waited for your noodles to be served, you heard the ruffling of fabric. When you glanced back, you were surprised to see Madara standing there. He blinked. You blinked. 

   “What are-”

   “What are you-” ..

   “You first,” You chuckled. 

   He smiled a little while taking a seat next to you. “I heard your voice and well, It’s late so I was wondering what you were doing here.” 

   You nodded in understanding. You opened your mouth to respond but before you could, the young cook placed an appetizing bowl of noodles in front of you. “Here you go! Enjoy them and tell me what you think.” 

   “Will do.” You offered a smile before bringing the bowl closer and taking some chopsticks from the cup. “Anyway, I was just looking around the shops n’ found this place. The noodles smell good so I thought: ‘why not?’” 

   Madara rested his chin on his palm while he looked at you. You seemed so eager to have a bite and wondered for a moment what your expression would look like once you tasted the noodles. You raised your chopsticks and wasted no time in taking the first bite. Just as he expected, a bewildered expression graced your features not long after you took a bite. 

   You noted his gaze on you from the corner of your eye mid-bite. Thinking it weird for him to have his sights so ..set on you, you offered a bite to him. “Do you.. Want some?” 

   “Huh-? Oh, no it’s fine, i’m fine.” He stammered. 

   You smiled awkwardly, finding it humorous for a man like him to be stuttering. “You sure? You keep looking at my food…” 

   “I was looking at you.” he deadpanned. 

   “Oh?-” 

   “-cause you looked dumb.” He said, “Like a kid, getting happy over a mere bowl of noodles.. Stupid..” he muttered that last part under his breath. 

   You, knowing him like the back of your hand, saw his weak defense. There was clearly something more to the way he was looking at you, but you left it alone. You didn’t want to push him. 

   About an hour later, you were caught up talking the night away with Madara. You’d finished your bowl of noodles about thirty minutes ago, but just speaking and catching up with him after years of not knowing anything about him left you curious. The two of you laughed over the differences between clans, the awkwardness of residing next to one another and finally, the present and near future. 

   “And how are they reacting? Better I hope..?” 

   He reluctantly nodded, “Something like that. I think if I continue this overtime, I’ll gain their trust back.” 

   A warm smile found its way onto your lips upon hearing the news. “I think you will, all we need is time.” You looked up at the moon. It was smack dab in the middle of the sky, evidence that it was way past the time you usually slept at. But for some odd reason, you didn’t feel tired. Walking with him through the dirt roads was therapeutic for you in a way. “I wish my brother understood that..” you sighed. 

   “Hashirama?” 

   You shook your head, “The other one.” 

   Madara sighed heavily, “Ah, Tobirama.. I believe he hates me, he thinks I'm a threat, correct?” 

   You nodded, “Yeah.. To put it bluntly, I think he’s still caught up in the old ways.. Though I can’t blame him. But still.. I think you’d be a great Hokage, given the chance.” 

   “Hokage? Me?” Madara chuckled. “Is that what the three of you are trying to decide?” 

   “We need to establish our leader but I don’t want it to be the three of us deciding that. Tobirama thinks the people should choose — and frankly I agree with him.” You continued walking the dirt roads with him. Amidst these hectic days, the times when you got to see Madara or just speak with him were the times you cherished more. 

   Around him, you didn’t have to be a political leader or uphold public appearance. WIth him, you could just be. 

   As the two of you wandered around, white particles around the two of you began to fall. The beginnings of winter, it seemed. “Do you like the snow?” Madara asked you. His demeanor notably softened after your time spent at the restaurant. 

   “I do, actually. I never got to enjoy it much, though.” You reached out a hand to the snowing sky. It was the end of the month, soon it’d be the start of a new year. 

   “Why not?” 

   “Bloodstains.” you said simply. “There was always bloodstains.” 

   Madara didn’t respond. He just watched as you collected particles of snow on your hands, watching them melt due to the warmth you emitted. You always had a habit of leaving him speechless. “Not this year,” he said. He spoke with such certainty that you grew curious of his thoughts. Did he have faith in this village? Did he think it would work in the long-run? 

   “You sound so sure of yourself.” You spoke, with a slight smile as you watched the snow turn into tiny water droplets on your palm.  

   He turned to face you, you were compelled to gaze at him in the same way. 

   “If there’s one thing you’ve taught me, it’s to have.. Hope.” The word felt foreign on his tongue, but he couldn’t think of a better one. It was true, after all. Since the two of you were kids, you’d always had an inextinguishable hope. One that nobody, not even him in his most regrettable moments, could put out. 

   “I..” You didn’t know what to say to that. You were proud, of course, but .. It was odd to hear him so optimistic. “Really?” 

   He nodded, a smile gracing his lips as he looked down at you. “I used to think it was trivial, that it was just some flimsy thought to make yourself better.. I saw how the village only kept thriving, how more and more clans kept joining us and..” The warmth in his eyes was unlike you’d ever seen before. “I realized you and Hashirama were right. We were still able to achieve the peace between clans that we’d always dreamed of, thanks to the two of you.” 

   “And you.” you nudged him playfully. “You were the one who accepted Hashirama’s offer, so it’s thanks to you too.” 

   Madara never thought a smile could look as pretty as yours, it was something that remained unchanging. 

   Even after choosing to marry him years after the establishment of Konoha and even after giving him three children of his own — your smile remained the light in his life. Madara would never forget how happy you looked when you first got to enjoy the snow in the forest, or the countless dates at Ichiraku that you dragged him to simply because it was the first meal the two of you had eaten together. 

   Now, the two of you were older.. And parents at that. But that only made his love for you increase evermore. He never would have imagined himself to be your husband or the father that you made him, but he wouldn’t exchange it for anything else. You had made his dreams possible and he only hoped that he had made yours possible as well. 

   As he gazed down at your sleeping form on the day after his birthday, Christmas day, he could only smile and place a chaste kiss on your forehead. To his surprise, you smiled at his gesture, which only served to give you away. “Awake are we?” 

   You nodded and adjusted your position to lay your head in his lap. “I have been, for a while now actually. I was wondering when you were gonna notice.” Your voice had a playful lilt to it. He had grown accustomed to it by now. 

   He chuckled at your words. “Oh I noticed alright. I’ve been up longer than you have.” 

   You smiled playfully and sat up to look at him better. “Liar.” 

   “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

   You poked his cheek before getting up to head to the closet. Unbeknownst to your husband, you had made a little present for him and hid it in the closet so he wouldn’t find it. He lifted a brow when he watched you come back and offered a small box to him, wrapped in red gift-wrap and tied with a black ribbon. “What’s the occasion?” 

   Now it was your turn to laugh. “It’s Christmas, did you forget?” 

   “Oh.” He accepted your gift and looked at the carefully wrapped box. “No, I didn’t.” 

   “Alright well, open it!” You sat in front of him, eager to see his reaction. “It may not be the best, but I tried to make it myself instead of just buying it.” 

   “..?” He carefully lifted the top part of the box and was surprised to see a hair accessory- A handmade hair tie to be exact. “You made this yourself?” He lifted it up to inspect it. The tie was made up of red threads, it felt soft in his hand so he guessed silk. It had accents of black along the ends of it as well. 

   You nodded, “I did. I wanted it to be a little more special.” 

   Your thoughtfulness brought a smile to his face. “Do you want to tie it on for me?” With a nod, you made your way to his side and began braiding a bit of his spikey black hair. “A braid?”

   “Mhm, I like how they look on you.” 

   A familiar warmth set in his heart as you watched you carefully braid through his hair. Sometimes, he thought you loved his hair more than him but you always denied it saying that you loved his hair because of him (and that he’d better not cut it off ever because he’d be six feet under before he ever thought of doing such a thing.) 

   A comfortable silence had settled in between the two of you before Madara broke it. 

   “Has your dream come true?” 

   You weaved the strands of hair meticulously. “My dream? About the village?” 

   He shook his head a little, careful not to disturb your work. “The other one.” 

   It took you some time to find what dream he was talking about, until the memory flashed in your mind. “The one I told you about back on the cliff?” 

   Madara nodded, “Has it come true?” As you tied the braid together using the handmade hair tie you’d made for him, you reached out to cup his cheek.

    “Yeah. More than true, I’d wager.”

tagged *ೃ༄

@valerayne @emneedshelp

[belit0]

imagine the Uchihas ended up having a relationship with a girl in HS (they were really fuck buddies), and now in the mafia, they end up seeing this same girl (who is now a woman) with a boy by his side (who coincidentally, looks like a copy of them😨😶)

I don't know why but I laughed at this LOL

The only three idiots who would have s3x without protection and not care about the consequences (cause Obito would step up, and Indra only did it raw with Ivy)

Madara

The sky was smudged gray with smog, the kind that never cleared no matter the hour.

Madara hadn’t walked these streets in six years, maybe more.

He didn’t need to.

He had people now—drivers, errand boys, names who spoke when told and vanished when dismissed. But some business needed a personal hand, a message delivered not in words but in presence.

His polished shoes were out of place on the crumbling sidewalk, every step thudding against the familiar broken rhythm of this forgotten corner of the city.

The paint on the walls peeled the same way it did when he left.

The smell of fried oil, cigarettes, and car exhaust hadn’t changed.

He was almost done, ready to get back in the black SUV waiting at the curb, when he caught a glimpse of her.

She was outside a bodega, holding a grocery bag against her hip, head tilted as she said something to the little boy beside her. Her hair was longer now, tied in a lazy bun. Her clothes were plain—faded jeans, a cotton tee, nothing made to impress.

No makeup.

No heels.

No gold on her fingers.

But it was her. (Y/N).

And Madara stopped walking.

She looked up.

For a second, nothing moved.

No cars.

No air.

Just her, standing in the glow of the setting sun and the flickering “OPEN” sign behind her, blinking like a heartbeat.

-Fuck,- she said under her breath, like she'd seen a ghost. She blinked, then blinked again.

He stepped forward, slow, steady, every inch of him screaming high-level mafia in his tailored black suit and expensive coat.

-You haven’t changed at all,- he said, his voice low, unreadable. -Still stuck here, huh?-

(Y/N) gave a half-smile, unsure. Her hands tightened around the bag.

-Not all of us get golden tickets out.

Madara’s lips twitched. Not a smile. Just memory tugging at him.

High school. Her mouth. Her body.

How easily she fell into his bed, how easily he let her.

He tilted his head, eyes dragging slowly down her frame, no shame in it.

-You were good at fucking. I remember that much.

Her expression didn’t shift.

Maybe it hurt.

Maybe it didn’t.

She’d always been hard to read.

-Thanks for the compliment,- she muttered, taking a small step back.

Then the boy moved.

From behind her, small, maybe six.

He had a candy bar in his hand, eyes up and cautious, sticking close to her leg.

Madara hadn’t even noticed him before, too focused on her.

The kid looked up at him.

And he froze.

It was like staring at a childhood photo of himself.

The resemblance hit him in the stomach like a brick, not slow, not gradual.

Instant.

He blinked.

Then again.

His voice came out lower than before, rougher.

-What the fuck is this?

(Y/N)’s shoulders tensed. She didn’t answer.

Madara’s eyes shot between her and the boy, jaw tightening.

-Don’t fucking tell me— Is this what the fuck I think it is?

She looked him straight in the eye, calm but bracing.

-I didn’t think you’d ever come back.

Madara didn’t move. He didn’t breathe. He just stared at the boy, who stared back like he knew something strange was happening but didn’t have the words to name it.

-And you didn’t say shit? Not once?

She shook her head. -You wouldn’t have cared.-

He didn’t argue.

Because maybe she was right.

But the silence that followed was thick.

Sharp.

It sat between them like a loaded gun.

Madara wasn’t the type to be thrown off, but this had carved something clean and raw right down the middle of him. Six fucking years. And no one told him he had a kid out there walking around with his face.

He glanced at the boy again.

Then at her.

-I’m not gonna play dad,- he said, voice colder now, more familiar.

-I know,- she replied, steady.

Madara stepped back once, then again, pulling his coat tighter like the wind had finally started to bite.

Izuna

The neighborhood still smelled like piss and burnt toast.

Izuna lit his cigarette with the same flick of his wrist he used to throw punches with back in high school.

He was just passing through.

Business.

One of the old shops here laundered money for the Uchiha, and he had to scare a new owner into staying quiet. Nothing serious. Just a reminder of who ran shit around here now.

His boots thudded onto the uneven pavement as he stopped near the corner coffee shop, the one that used to be a convenience store where they bought liquor underage.

Gentrification, maybe.

Except it was still ugly as hell, and the coffee probably tasted like watered-down regret.

He leaned against a parking meter, cigarette hanging from his mouth, about to check his phone when he saw her.

Holy shit.

He didn’t say it out loud.

Just thought it.

But the pause was enough.

There she was.

(Y/N), in the fucking flesh, walking out of the coffee shop with a paper bag in one hand and a lollipop in the other, probably stolen for the kid she had with her.

Izuna’s smirk curled instantly, even before the sarcasm formed.

-No fucking way,- he muttered to himself, eyes narrowing with interest.

She hadn’t seen him yet.

Same walk.

Same attitude in her posture.

She used to come out of his car with his bite marks on her thighs, chewing gum and talking shit like she owned the world. Back then, she'd been sharp-tongued and wild and easy to fuck when the fights got too loud at home. They both used each other to feel like something else for a second. And then they’d go back to being disasters.

Izuna took a drag, exhaled through his nose, then stepped forward with that familiar swagger, half threat, half invitation.

-Well, well, well. If it isn’t the one that got dicked down behind the gym every Thursday after trig.

(Y/N) froze.

Her head whipped around, and for a second her eyes widened. She didn’t hide it. She was surprised. Like she never expected to see him again, like she thought he’d never crawl back to this dump.

He grinned, full teeth, cigarette still stuck between them.

-Thought you’d be dead or married by now. Look at you. Still breathing and still here. Impressive.

Her mouth twitched, maybe in irritation, maybe nostalgia.

It was always a blurry line with her.

-What are you doing here?

-Paid nostalgia tour. Mafia perks,- he shot back, flicking ash to the ground. -Didn’t think I’d run into my favorite pasttime, though. You look… older.-

-Same could be said about you,- she replied coolly.

-Hotter though, right?- He winked. -Still got the mouth on you? Cause-

He was about to bully more, but then he saw the kid.

She froze.

And Izuna’s smirk faltered for half a second.

A boy. Maybe six. Standing beside her now, staring up at him with the exact same dead-eyed, unimpressed expression Izuna gave strangers.

The same scowl.

The same fucking brows.

His hair was messy in a way Izuna remembered his own being; wild, dark, hard to control.

Izuna blinked.

And then laughed.

-Ain’t no way,- he said, stepping back a little. -No fucking way, (Y/N). You serious with this shit?-

She said nothing. Just watched him.

That silence? That was an answer.

He pointed with two fingers, first at her, then the kid.

-You let me raw you in high school and walked around with a mini-me for six years like that’s not unhinged behavior? God damn. That’s crazy, even for you.

-You never asked,- she said flatly.

-You never told me,- he snapped back. The sarcasm was crumbling now, barely holding up the weight of realization.

Then he looked at the boy again.

The kid stared at him like he already hated him.

Good instincts.

Izuna sucked in a breath and dragged the cigarette again, longer this time.

-Guess we found out condoms really are a suggestion.

-Don’t worry,- she said, turning her body just enough to shield the boy. -Don’t need anything from you. Never did.-

Izuna barked a laugh, sharp and bitter.

-Yeah, no shit. You didn’t even need to mention that you cloned me. Jesus.

He flicked the cigarette away and rolled his jaw.

-Well, enjoy the family resemblance. Maybe he’ll grow up to be a mouthy little bastard too. Then you’ll know what it’s like to deal with one.

And with that, he walked away without looking back, hands stuffed in his pockets, muttering something about vasectomies under his breath.

But the tension in his shoulders didn’t ease.

Not even once.

Shisui

The bell above the door chimed like a dying bird when Shisui stepped inside.

It was dusty, cramped, packed with shelves no one had dusted in months. A few college kids browsed the clearance bin, bored to death, and some cashier with an overgrown mustache sat half-asleep at the counter.

Not the kind of place anyone would expect to see a man in a thousand-dollar suit, but Shisui didn’t care.

This part of town had history.

Ugly, small-town, poor-people history.

He hated it.

And he missed it like hell.

He came in for silence.

A break.

Maybe to kill time before the next meeting with a man he’d eventually put a bullet through.

Or maybe just to remind himself what rock bottom used to smell like: cheap paperbacks and roach spray.

He was halfway to the back aisle when a voice stopped him cold.

-Don’t touch the spine—use the edges. You’ll crack the glue.

He froze, blinked, then turned slowly, the corners of his mouth already pulling upward like they always did when fate got twisted and ugly.

(Y/N).

Standing by the children’s books.

Older now. But not worse for wear. No diamonds, no filters, no tailored anything, just real. Like time didn’t make her better or worse, just… truer.

She didn’t see him yet.

He stepped around the shelf, leaned against it with lazy charm, and waited until her eyes finally found him.

-Well, fuck me gently with a bookmark,- Shisui drawled. -Look what the cat dragged out of my memory and into aisle four.-

Her mouth parted. Not in horror. Not in joy.

Just disbelief.

-Shisui?

He bowed slightly, all mock elegance.

-In the flesh. Impressive, isn’t it?

Her arms folded. Defensive. Of course.

-Didn’t think I’d ever see you again.

-That makes two of us. You always did love disappearing after we fucked. Except this time, looks like you did it for six years straight.

His smile widened, slicing deeper.

She didn’t rise to it.

Just exhaled like she’d been holding her breath too long.

And then, a small hand tugged at the hem of her coat.

-Mom.

Shisui glanced down.

And the world tilted.

The kid stood half-shielded behind her hip, his eyes locked on Shisui’s face.

Same eyes.

Same thick lashes.

Same mouth—Jesus Christ.

A tiny, six-year-old replica of him, minus the sharp smirk.

For now.

Shisui blinked once.

Slowly.

Then bent down, hands on his knees.

-…You know,- he said thoughtfully, -this might be the worst joke anyone’s ever played on me.-

She said nothing.

He tilted his head, smile still intact but now glued on like armor.

-Yours?- he asked, fake-casual. -Or mine?-

No answer.

Just silence.

Which told him everything.

Shisui exhaled a low whistle and stood upright.

-Huh.- He ran a hand through his hair. -So all those nights we skipped protection for the thrill—you decided to cash in the consequences solo? Damn. Bold.-

-I handled it.

-Clearly. Gold star, Mommy Dearest.

He laughed once—short, sharp.

-You really didn’t think to tell me?

-Would it have changed anything?- she shot back, calm but clipped.

Shisui paused.

Then smiled again, wider, meaner.

-Nope. But it would've been fun to see me ghost twice as fast.

Her expression cracked for half a second.

Just half.

He saw it.

He fed on it.

-Relax. I’m not here to throw money or beg for visitation rights. I just think it’s hilarious.- He bent down again, eye level with the kid. -Hey, little man. If you grow up to break hearts and lie for sport, that’s on your mom, okay?-

-Leave him out of it,- she warned, voice low now.

He straightened, shrugged, and took a slow step backward.

-Too late, sweetheart. He’s got my face. The damage is done.

Shisui backed toward the door, smile intact, but the tension in his jaw gave him away. Something about seeing that kid had unsettled him, not enough to make him stay, but enough to make him remember.

-Anyway,- he said, hand on the doorknob, -thanks for the trip down memory lane. Didn’t think it came with a souvenir.-

And with one final wink:

-Next time we fuck, maybe warn me if you’re planning to gift-wrap DNA.

He walked out into the sun, lit a cigarette, and didn’t breathe right for the rest of the day.

[lexsssu]

Again (Uchiha Sasuke)

TAGS: Sasuke/F!reader, yandere, obsession, dirty thoughts, breeding kink, oneshot Ao3 ver. | Ko-fi | Commissions (OPEN)

“Kaa-chan told me to remind you to eat and to give you this! She said it’s your favorite.”

Gingerly taking the bento being offered to him, something flickered within Sasuke’s lone visible eye which disappeared almost as soon as it appeared. Even without opening it, he was already sure of its contents. 

You were the one who made it after all.

“Please give her my thanks when you get home. I’ll drop this off myself once I’ve cleaned it,” the Uchiha makes sure to use his left hand as he receives the lunch box, a small shiver running down his spine as a brief image of you happily preparing this meal for him appears in his mind’s eye.

“Will do, Oji-san! And thank you again for today’s training session. Please come visit us at home whenever you can. Kaa-san always looks forward to your visits. She always says you don’t visit enough,” Shinachiku’s soft laughter reminds Sasuke of how much he takes after you than Naruto.

From the shade of green in his eyes, to the way his smiles aren’t as blinding as Naruto’s and yet exudes the same strength and softness yours does. Shinachiku Uzumaki is his father’s son, but no one can ever deny that he is also his mother’s child.

He could’ve been your child.

All of them could have been yours.

If only you hadn’t been so weak.

If you simply had the power…then perhaps she’d have been yours.

Not Naruto’s…YOURS!!!

When both he and the young genin separate for the night, him to his lively home filled with the happiness and laughter of family, Sasuke on the other hand retreats to the lonely Uchiha compound. He is all too used to the dreary atmosphere of the place he once called home, his steps never faltering as he entered the main house’s kitchen and sat himself at the dining table.

Inside the 3-layer bento were several onigiri with various fillings, namely umeboshi, salmon, and bonito flakes. A tomato salad that definitely was one of your own homegrown ones (because he has never seen, smelled, and tasted any tomatoes more delicious than yours). The tomato soup was still warm and felt even warmer as he ate it as slowly as he could, savoring the myriad of flavors contained in such a seemingly simple dish. 

Though he wasn’t fond of sweets, the avenger couldn’t ignore the slice of strawberry shortcake you packed for him. The first bite of cake reminded him of the sweetness of the youth he spent with you despite his hyperfixation on killing his own brother at the time.

If he’d known the truth that early on then perhaps he wouldn’t have wasted all his time chasing after Itachi.

Naruto wouldn’t have had the chance to take you for himself if Sasuke understood that you were worth much more than his misguided revenge. 

Even though Naruto left for training with Jiraiya, the blonde was more than happy to regale him with tales of how the two of you would do your best to send each other letters despite how they constantly went from place to place. Somehow, you always found yourself to him, and he to you.

It made Sasuke sick.

Don’t even get him started on all the flies that buzzed around you while he and Naruto were gone.

Despite most of the original rookies having settled down, the Uchiha was very much aware of how these same men gravitate towards you before Naruto went and made his formal claim. 

That know-it-all Nara, the arrogant Hyuga, even Gaara of the Sand were almost always seen around you.

Hell, even that damned swordsman from Kiri who’s now currently its Mizukage was too close to you. Don’t even get him started on Haku who’d more or less become your guard dog ever since you saved both him and Zabuza all those years ago during that mission in Wave. 

As much as he despised their attentions on you, he knew deep inside of him that all of them saw the very same thing in you that drew them all in like moths to a flame. 

And he HATED it.

Hated that they all coveted you when none of them deserved to have you.

Sasuke’s last thought as he closed his eyes was that of you.

Always YOU.

The Sakura blooms you gifted him smelled so nice…It was a good thing he placed them on his bedside table, because he could close his eyes and pretend that it is the scent of your hair. 

He could pretend that it is his hands that run across the soft pink strands as you sleep.

He could pretend that he is the one who feasts upon your delicious cunt each night. His cock forcing your soft and pliant walls open again and again as your nails drag across his back, leaving angry red lines that serve as proof of how much he pleasured you. That it is his potent seed that fills your womb to the brim, globs of semen dripping from your pussy as he makes sure to pour loads and loads of his love within you.

Wouldn’t that be perfect?

Not only will he revive the Uchiha clan, but knowing that you carried his seed and nurtured them within you…he could burst from happiness just from the mere thought of it.

Sasuke falls into a deep sleep, soothed by the images of a reality that could have been.

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“Even though Sensei told us not to have breakfast, I still think the last thing we should do is train on an empty stomach. So I made us all some breakfast and even lunch!” 

Sasuke is once again presented with a bento filled with onigiri, but this time the hands holding onto the container were more slender as slim digits softly yet firmly gripped the lunch box. 

“I’m not sure which filling you prefer, but I have different fillings with me so you can choose which one you like best,” ever the thoughtful person you were, you selflessly offered the last Uchiha the food despite how antisocial he’d been towards you despite the time you’d spend together as classmates at the academy.

In his first life, Sasuke simply scoffed at your attempts of kindness towards him. Batting you off at every opportunity as he believed himself above such camaraderie when his only goal in life was to enact his revenge.

Not anymore.

Without saying anything, the raven-haired preteen grabbed the Okaka rice ball just before Naruto could take it.

“Hey, what’s the big idea, teme?! I was gonna get that one!”

“...Tch. Then you should’ve been quicker, dobe.”

“Why you little…!”

The sound of your tinkling laughter and Naruto’s disgruntled mumbling was music to his Sasuke’s ears.

He may have managed to get you the first time around, but not this time.

Uchiha Sasuke didn’t know who or what had flung him back into the past, but Indra knows he won’t ever make the same mistakes he did before.

[narutoluvver]

NARUTO HIGHSCHOOL AU

Chapter 1

It was the first day of school and Naruto was already tired. Dressed in an all black attire, Naruto was lazily starring outside the window while sitting at his desk. Today was the first day of school, the blonde hair boy was the first one in class today, but not because he was excited to be there— no, far from it. He made sure to be the first one in the class, so that he wouldn’t have the chance to see people glances and glares meant for him. Ever since his face got scarred up, he’s been given strange looks.

Naruto watched as the rest of his class poured through the doors. The once quiet space started to get louder and chaotic as more students walked in.

The last student walked into the class, he had black hair and he wore all black, similarly to Naruto. But unlike him, the student seemed confident, standing tall with a stern and serious expression on his face.

The second he walked into the class, everybody started to get riled up. His fan club of girls were all trying to get his attention, and every boy in the class were grumbling in defeat as all the girls paid no mind to them. Every boy besides Naruto, who instead closed his eyes and laid his head on his arm, trying his best to block out his class.

The new kid noticed this, but figured the blonde must’ve been anti social or just simply tired. The black haired boy ignored the rest of his class while he scanned the room for a decent seat. The only seat that didn’t have a loud or obnoxious student there, was next to blonde haired kid with his head on his arms. He decided that the seat was better than nothing, so he made his way to the seat and sat next to kid.

The whole room flared up as people tried to convince the brooding boy not to sit next to him. “Sasuke, you shouldn’t sit next to that thing! You wouldn’t want him to taint you with his weirdness!!” A blonde haired girl wearing a purple skirt yelled out.

Another one said, “ Naruto is just an irresponsible no-body. He doesn’t deserve to be in your presence.”

Hearing the kid say that to him, pissed off Sasuke to a degree they wouldn’t understand. ‘Do they think I’m incapable make my own decisions?” Sasuke turned around, and finally gave the group of kids his attention. “Just SHUT. UP.” The students, all stunned at his uncharacteristic outburst, stop their whining and complaining.

“All of you are so god dammed annoying.“ Sasuke turned his face away from them after he finished his outburst, showing that he was done speaking to them.

Their teacher, Iruka, began to opened the door of the class. When the students heard the door open, they all scrambled back to their seats, hoping the teacher didn’t walk in yet.

“Alright class, my name is Iruka Umino, and as you all know, I am your home room teacher. Every morning you will report here before your chosen classes. After I take attendance, you can use your spare time to do your work or even just converse with your friends. I will start our attendance now.”

Iruka started calling everybody’s names one by one. “Sasuke Uchiha.” “Here” “Naruto Uzumaki.” “…” “Naruto Uzumaki..” “…” Sasuke turned to look at Naruto, he took his finger and poked his arm. All Naruto did was slightly mutter under his breathe and called out,“Here…”

Iruka nodded his head and took a sigh as he resumed calling the other students names. Naruto finally brought his head up, but rather of paying attention to their home room teacher, instead he turned his head to look out the window next to him, not bothering to give a single glance to Sasuke, despise the fact that he annoyed him a tiny bit due to him poking him and bringing a whole bunch of attention towards him.

Sasuke noticed how tensed Naruto was and wondered to himself if there more to him then just being tired. Sasuke snapped his eyes back to the teacher so he wouldn’t be looking at Naruto and thinking those silly thoughts. ‘As if I care if has more going on then he lets on. It’s not my problem anyway.’

[hellcifrogs]

Here's an intro for the Junko AU

Uzumaki Junko’s Konoha

Uzumaki Junko is the granddaughter of Uchiha Yorima, one of the great founders of konoha who have brought the current peace to the ninja world. As an Uzumaki, Junko is of noble blood and in line for hokage position, she is trained for it everyday by the best teachers, she’s been taught everything she needs to know since she was very young, she has everything.

Junko longs for a life outside of the village walls, free from the constant watch and expectations, most importantly, she wants the freedom to be a girl with friends and go on missions like everyone else. She has one friend, Hyuuga Honoka. Honoka is the daughter of the main branch closest in age to her. She was also trained her whole life for a single purpose and always kept around Junko as they grew up, and finally when she was old enough to enter the academy Honoka received a special seal, similar to her clan’s branch cage one, a seal to serve and protect a specific person: Junko. And so she became her bodyguard.

Private teachers, personal bodyguard, her own house, everyone in the village knowing her and treating like a princess. Junko has everything.

But there’s just one problem in Junko’s life. And it’s her Uchiha blood.

In this world people are born the same and, althought blood connection can help, anyone can awaken the powers of any clan. Said clans are formed around those powers, and not bloodline.

The Hyuuga are the main clan of the village, after the Uzumakis, who are close to royalty, they have priority over the skills any child awakens. The main branch is made up of blood related “pure” Hyuugas, the branches take in the people who join from other bloodlines. Although rare, branch members can climb their way to the main house, by proving themselves in combat skill.

A child born from any of these clans who awakens the ability specific of another - more noble clan - will be taken to train and join said clan, like Inuzuka Tabata who was born with the byakugan and had to follow their rules for years until finally failing the tests and being bannished back to the Inuzuka.

After the Hyuuga clan comes the InoShikaCho houses and the Aburame, after them the Inuzuka and Sarutobi, and finally the smaller clans like Haruno, Lee, Hatake etc.

There are no Uchihas in konoha. It’s been years since anyone with their rare skills has been born. This is why Junko is so precious, she is a royal Uzumaki with good chances of awakening the sharingan. That’s what she’s trained for, that’s what they teach her. Because that’s what she needs to know.

Uchiha Domin

Domin is what Junko does not need to know. A young boy without a name, he chose Domin as his name when he awakened his sharingan.

He knows about Junko and never cared for her in all of his years working in secret, doing the dirtiest and darkest jobs for konoha. Junko is 12 and has never left on a mission, heck she’s not even officially genin yet, while Domin is 17 and has been killing and fighting for his life for almost a decade now.

He knows he has blood on his hands so that she doesn’t have to, and he doesn’t care because he knows about her, he knows that blood is keeping him alive, but when Junko’s time comes - if it ever comes - it won’t save her. So he doesn’t care and he does his job.

That is until he has to care. He meets the girl by accident, running errands in disguise around the village, when she notices him. And Junko is like the sunshine, she draws him, warms him and sees him. He gets to actually know her in the short period he allows himself to stay close and realizes, too late, the mistake that was. Because Junko shouldn’t know about him.

Domin can’t let this go any longer so he warns her.

“You can’t awaken these eyes! The day you do, you’ll be dead!”

There’s a reason no Uchihas have been seen in years. There’s a reason Domin needs to be useful to stay alive. And there’s a reason Junko and everyone else can’t know about people like Domin.

“Uchihas are cursed and need to be hunted and killed.”

That’s how it is. Junko doesn’t know his name, but she knows the truth now.

[theheirofthesharingan]

I like Itachi but I don't get why people praised him for the killings? obito, sasuke, pain and madara are shown evil for the same but itachi is praised as a hero? I don't like to think of him as hero but thats not what kishimoto has in mind.

Wait, did you just club Sasuke with Madara, Pain, and Obito? Sasuke hated everyone responsible for Itachi's sufferings. I don't understand why he's grouped with them when his idealogy is very different from theirs, especially Madara and Obito. Obito was directly responsible for the clan's downfall.

I don't think Sasuke is ever presented as "evil" and there's a reason Madara, Pain, and Obito are presented as antagonists and villains instead of heroes or saints.

There's a stark contrast between pre and post truth reveal Sasuke. Pre reveal Sasuke keeps his composure and refuses to kill people. It's a recurring message in his story. He does lose himself after Itachi's death. His rage is understandable. And yes, he does do many wrong things, for which he isn't presented as an angel. However, his morals aren't still corrupted because once he meets Itachi he changes his stance and ends up helping in the war.

No way one should place him with the other three.

Itachi, too, is different from the three people you mentioned. Obito, Madara, and Pain are not only much stronger than him, they also had unbridled power that Itachi didn't. He didn't know Obito/Madara's plans of Infinite Tsukuyomi. Most of all, unlike the other three he had no authority. And the choices he made were made under extreme duress. He was placed in the circumstances in which he was provided the options - not powers - to impede the tragedy. He knew what he'd done was unforgivable, because never does he try to make excuses for the killings.

The circumstances that resulted into the massacre of the Uchiha were the outcome of the fractured system of Hashirama, Madara, and Tobirama, also furthered by Obito. Madara, an Uchiha, attacked the village, deserting his clan because the other Uchiha didn't support him. Hashirama broke the deal he made with Madara. And Tobirama, obviously, never left his anti Uchiha bubble he made since his childhood. Obito attacked the village. In short, the foundation of the Uchiha downfall was set by these people. Obviously, it was unintentional and that's not what the debate is about, but it's still relevant right now.

These people were older than Itachi ever got to be. He was a child. That's why he gets the sympathy. Itachi, unlike the main villains of the series, didn't go out of his way to harm people. Yes, he committed crimes, but they weren't committed because he had fun killing people. Of the two evils, he chose lesser of the evil, which cost a smaller number of people lives and his own reputation, name, honour. He didn't kidnap a helpless, wounded child and manipulated him into thinking a dreamland would fix all his problems. He didn't use the nuclear bomb equivalent of the ninja world and set the village on fire. The damage he caused he paid for them. He didn't need talk no jutsu to be told he was wrong and unforgivable. Even though he was a part of the Akatsuki, he was still a disposable pawn to them.

And as to people "praising" him, it's absolutely wild because characters' opinions on Itachi are taken as some sort of gospel truth as if the author agrees with it himself. As if the only unreliable narrator is Obito for the time when we need to discard his words on Itachi. Moreover, the people "praising" Itachi are:

Naruto. Naruto has a naive and very simplistic view of the things in which the village is always the priority. He sees his village as the flawless entity and anyone who is pro Konoha is good according to him. That's what he's been taught and that's what he believes in too. He sees Itachi stopped the war by taking the blame of the crime? Good. However, even then Naruto doesn't do anything to clear Itachi's name, despite becoming the Hokage. More than a decade later, Itachi is still a renowned criminal in the Shinobi world, not very different from the other criminals. Naruto's praise is hollow.

Hashirama. I really don't have to paste all the penals in which Hashirama describes how horrible the warring era was. People barely got to touch their thirty. 5-6 year old kids were sent to wars. One side killed the other in the battle, the other one felt entitled to the revenge and continued the mindless cycle of hate and violence. Hashirama was truly dedicated to ending this and bring peace. So, when he learned Itachi had taken a decision that stopped the fourth war that was inevitable, he was impressed. From his perspective, what he'd seen since his childhood, what he'd grown up with, didn't happen. So the massacre wasn't as bad as a war would have been. He didn't know anything about Itachi other than what he heard from Hiruzen a moment ago. If he did, the Edo Tensei Hashirama, despite being immortal, would have died of shame because Itachi went through exactly what he wanted to stop in his times.

Hiruzen. He praises Itachi for simply being a perfect Shinobi. He worked too much. He was a dedicated ninja. Thought like a Hokage? Oh, this child doesn't want endless violence, so cool. People remember Hiruzen praising Itachi, but not that he himself admits to making Itachi kill his brethren and going rogue, thus admitting to becoming the main cause of Itachi's sufferings. There's a lot of issues in Hiruzen refusing to hold Danzo accountable, yes, but we're talking about his opinions on Itachi.

Obito. Obito has to convince Sasuke so Sasuke can be of use to him against the village. In front of Sasuke, Obito eulogises Itachi, but then also thinks of Itachi as an "eyesore". While the information he gives us largely true, but saying that in front of Sasuke, he has his ulterior motives.

Now, only Sasuke, Naruto, and Kakashi (and maybe Tsunade) know his truth. He's still viewed as a dangerous criminal, let alone commemorated as a hero. Kishimoto shows him as a tragic figure, not heroic. People who say positive things about him have a bias, lack information on him, or just don't care. I will never understand why it's made such a big deal. I do have issues with the narrative not acknowledging what happened to the Uchiha clan was wrong, but it's not Itachi who deserve the blame. It's Hiruzen and Danzo along with the other two geezers who should be held responsible.

[usagirln12003]

Madara Uchiha: Hogwarts AU

Madara Uchiha was a Pureblood wizard that was born on the 24th of December 1887 and started attending Hogwarts on the 1st of September 1899, being sorted into Slytherin House.

He had a Blackthorn wand with a Dragon Heartstring core.

His Patronus was a Falcon.

His favorite subject was Defense Against the Dark Arts and his least favorite subject was Herbology.

He was one of the Slytherin Prefects of his year.

Madara's childhood was a product of the times he lived in: the constant fighting made him a perfectionist that would keep at something until he mastered it, and his triumphs on the battlefield made him very confident in his abilities and talent. Whenever one of these personality traits was challenged, as they tended to be by Hashirama, Madara's competitive streak would emerge. Madara did not mind Hashirama's influence in this regard; he believed that the only way to survive in the wizarding world was to make allies with one's enemies. His exposure to Hashirama is credited for Madara not experiencing the Uchiha's "Curse of Hatred" or at the very least, not being victimised by it as much as Izuna was and even though he claimed to have abandoned his friendship with Hashirama, Madara still held onto their friendship subconsciously. Madara's actions and beliefs were singularly focused on protecting Izuna, his only surviving brother. So long as he had Izuna, Madara was reasonable and kind, willing to make concessions for a perceived greater good.

Madara changed after Izuna's death, becoming bitter towards the Senju, particularly Hashirama since he still had a brother. Embracing his family's Curse of Hatred, he opted to die for revenge rather than compromise or forgive. Although he was briefly convinced to set aside his grief and try to replace Izuna with the collective family of his own, he could never shake the feeling that he was betraying Izuna's memory. The increasing isolation of himself and other Uchiha from ministry politics ultimately convinced him of this, causing him to fully break with any other attachments.

During his time working inside the Magical Law Department at the Ministry, Madara did what he thought was in the country's best interests. Unlike Hashirama's compassionate methods, Madara took a merciless approach: the wizards of other continents only had purpose so long as they swore unwavering allegiance to Britain. Since their methods were so different, Madara hated to hear Hashirama's name during diplomatic discussions. After his defection from the Ministry, Madara's priorities became centred around the Eye of the Moon Plan, manipulating countless others in order to satisfy his own goals and putting in place multiple layers of contingencies so that nobody could ever diverge from his own intentions. Despite this, Madara genuinely believed this plan would in fact, benefit the world and simply followed an "ends justifies the means" principle.

As he valued only power and possessed so much of it, Madara therefore disliked to waste it on unworthy causes or unchallenging opponents, claiming disgust when he was forced to.

Madara loved fighting above all else: the sights, the sounds, even the taste of his own blood, occasionally describing his battles as "dances"; he felt being alive due to Horcruxes deprived him of the full experience. Yet he was very disciplined in a fight, never allowing his failed plans or attacks to upset him, never letting superior numbers or power intimidate him, and always willing to do whatever must be done to gain victory. Although he sometimes imposed limitations on himself, such as not using certain techniques more than once, he was willing to "lower" himself with unbecoming tactics or excessive displays in order to change tactics and exploit advantages. He was perfectly aware of his talents and did not feign modesty, bluntly stating when he was stronger than his opponents and belittling them when they continued to defy him. Conversely, if he was proven wrong or somebody posed a legitimate challenge to him, he would admit it, and apologise for previous remarks if necessary. In addition, if such an opponent is about to die, he would show them the ultimate respect by taking the time and effort to finish them off himself, even if said person is going to die on their own. Stemming from this, he feels insulted if he knows an opponent isn't using their full power against him, even if he knows it will result in their death. He also held the Senju to a higher standard in terms of power due to his encounters with Hashirama, stating a weak Senju disgusts him more than a weak witch or wizard of any kind.

One of the exceptions Madara makes was Hashirama. Their years of rivalry left Madara with competing feelings of respect and resentment for Hashirama. Madara considered Hashirama the only opponent worthy of his time and would postpone his own plans if it meant prolonging his time to fight with Hashirama without issue. Despite this, Madara is quite open-minded about recognising other strong individuals besides Hashirama, as when he declares Might Guy as the strongest defensive user he's ever faced.

Despite his prowess and intellect, Madara is not without moments of recklessness. When he was brought back to life thanks to one of his horcruxes, he showed no hesitation in absorbing Hashirama's magic while admitting he expected to have some difficulty controlling it due to having no prior training.

In the later years of his developing the Eye of the Moon Plan, Madara became pessimistic about human nature, believing the cycle of battle to be inescapable. He also came to believe that humanity and the world are incapable of changing from what they were in the past. He believed the current, "worthless" reality was built too much on the idea of winning and losing. For this reason he was deeply committed to his plan, so much that he would prematurely end a fight he was enjoying or kill any threat, even his own clansmen, for the sake of its success. Despite this, Madara was simply acting on what he believed would benefit humanity as a whole, showing his time at the Ministry did indeed influence his actions and he wasn't acting simply out of bloodlust after Izuna's death. His plan's ultimate failure made him see its errors: breaking free of his Curse of Hatred, and admitted the superiority of Hashirama's methods for peace. He and Hashirama were thus able to reconcile their friendship in the moments just before his death.

[mythos321]

A rundown of Plot Points on a story about Clay in an au I’m helping write with @g12-3 called Wings of Chakra(which is basically Wings of Fire combined with Naruto)

Wings of Chakra: Clay the Second Great Fang

a quick rundown of Clays backstory in this au before this particular story so no one is to loss: He had been raised by his aunt Asha, who was revered for her skills and was a hero to many. After his aunt failed a mission however due to electing to save those with her instead, she became vilified for her failure, until she eventually took her own life, which caused Clay to become far more closed off as well as believe he must always follow the way of Shinobi first and foremost, even if it goes against his morals, and that he must restore honor to his aunts name.

The only person Clay was connected with during this time of loneliness was Tsunami, who was an outcast in her clan due to the lack of their special eyes(In Naruto these are known as The Byakugan! and are possessed by the Hyuga Clan) and tried to keep a false air of being fine in spite of the pain of the loss of his aunt, but it was clear how empty he truly felt.

Because of feeling he must restore his aunts name, Clay put in extreme effort within the academy, graduating in a single year alongside the prodigy Starflight. A few years later, Clay would be placed under the Guidance of Orchid alongside fellow Genin Sunny and Hailstorm(who for future reference, is apart of a ninja clan that is like the Uchihas in Naruto, with them still possessing the special eyes known as the sharingan) , the former who he developed a sibling like bond with, and the latter a (mostly friendly) rivalry with, and after years, Clay finally began to feel like himself from before he lost his aunt.

some extra facts: He inherited a saber from his aunt Asha, he specializes in Earth and Lightning style chakra(if you’re wondering what that is, in the context of the Naruto world it’s basically the fuel for Ninja Magic),

Alright, we caught up? let’s get into the story points then!(basically a plot summary, me or @g12-3 will probably turn it into a actual written story one day(though I have other things to do as well before I can)

-Clay had recently been promoted to Jonin, the youngest to ever become such. Now he was assigned as defacto leader of Team 7, with Orchid being called toward the front lines

-Before going off to their mission, Team 7 each gave Clay a celebration gift. Orchid gave him a Flying Thunder Kunai, allowing him and his teammates the ability to teleport back to one another. Meanwhile Sunny gave Clay a medical kit and a small thing of Azalea flowers(for those wondering, Azaleas have multiple meanings, though the one Sunny intended(and Clay understood) was how it represents Family, as well as being able to be a gift for a loved one). Hailstorm however forgot to get him anything, which Clay made a joke at his expense for

-Shortly after entering the mission area, Team 7 encountered a Skywing scout, and Clay attempted to dispatch of them using his new technique, Chidori. He however failed and nearly caused him to get killed if not for Orchid saving him. Before embarking to her mission, Orchid advised Clay to not use that deadly technique again

-while investigating further into the kingdom, Clay was momentarily separated from Hailstorm and Sunny, and encountered a girl around his age, who told her her name was Peril, and Clay told her for a gal like her it seemed unfitting, and before leaving left her some of the Azalea flowers Sunny had given him, figuring he will likely not see her again, or if he did, it would end up on a battlefield anyhow

-when Clay reconnected to Hailstorm, he told him Sunny had been kidnapped by other Skywings, and immediately advocated for them to go save her. Clay however refused, telling him the mission was more important. Hailstorm socked Clay in the face for saying this, yelling at him that he dishonored and besmirched Ashas legacy with that train of thought, and went on his own to go save Sunny

“Don’t you get it! Those who abandon their mission are nothing but dirt!”

“WELL THOSE WHO ABANDON THEIR FRIENDS ARE WORTH LESS THAN DIRT”

-Clay initially carried out his mission, but couldn’t bring himself to leave Hailstorm and Sunny behind, and abandoned his mission to help Hailstorm

-when Clay found Hailstorm he saw him being overpowered by one of the skywings, killing the Skywing with his chakra sabre, the last thing he had of his aunt Asha

-The other Skywing however surprised them both, with Clay getting in between Hailstorm and saving him, however Clay would lose his left eye in the process, causing Hailstorm to awaken his sharingan and kill the disguised Skywing

-When Clay and Hailstorm found Sunny they released her from the Genjutsu she was under, and facing against the final Skywing, who attempted to cause a cave in, which though Sunny and Hailstorm easily avoided, Clay could not due to his blindspot. He’d have died if not for Hailstorm saving him at the last minute

-despite all his strength, Clay could do nothing as he tried to rescue his friend and get him out of the rubble, ignoring Hailstorms weak protests, with Hailstorm making him stop after giving him his remaining sharingan, his will, to Clay as a replacement for his lost eye

-Clay proceeded to easily slaughter The Skywing afterwards with Chidori, now able to properly use it thanks to the sharingan, and took Sunny with him as the cave began to collapse further, with Clay quietly mourning the fact he couldn’t save Hailstorm or recover his body

-Though Clay and Sunny succeeded in their mission afterwards, neither felt any pride in it, and returned to the village with nothing but regret and sadness in their hearts

[julesthecutiepie]

Authors Note: TRIGGER WARNING INCLUDES CHEATING. AFFAIR. NARUTO CHEATING ON HINATA. LOTS AND LOTS OF SMUT. SASUKE BEING A CUTE BOI.

WHAT HAPPENS WHEN SASUKE UCHIHA MEETS A 5 STAR BADDIE.

The night was alive with pulsating beats and neon lights as Naruto Uzumaki dragged Sasuke Uchiha into the heart of Konoha's hottest club. The war was finally over, and Naruto was determined to help his friend unwind. The club was throbbing with energy, and Naruto had managed to secure the best section – a VIP area overlooking the dance floor.

Naruto grinned at Sasuke, excitement radiating from every pore. "Come on, teme! This place is legendary. We're gonna have the best guys' night ever!"

Sasuke, ever the stoic Uchiha, simply rolled his eyes but couldn't suppress a small smirk. "You better not embarrass me, Naruto."

As they settled into their seats, the lights dimmed, and the music escalated to a pulsating rhythm. Naruto, always one to go all out, signaled a waitress and ordered a round of drinks for them. The atmosphere was electric, and Sasuke found himself begrudgingly enjoying the change of pace.

Suddenly, the crowd hushed, and the spotlight shifted to the center of the dance floor. A figure emerged, swaying to the music with captivating grace. It was a dancer, captivating the audience with every movement. Naruto nudged Sasuke, a mischievous grin on his face.

"Check this out, Sasuke! I've got something special planned for us."

As the dancer continued to mesmerize the crowd, Naruto discreetly signaled someone backstage. Moments later, the music shifted, and the dancer took on a new routine, drawing even more attention.

Then, the crowd gasped as a new figure joined the dancer on stage. It was a young woman, her moves synchronized with the dancer's. Sasuke squinted, trying to get a clearer view. The woman's name was (Y/N) Miyu, a name that stirred memories from his distant past.

The two performers moved in perfect harmony, their bodies flowing with the music. Naruto leaned over to Sasuke, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Remember her, Sasuke? It's (Y/N) – our old friend from the academy."

Sasuke's eyes widened in surprise. Memories flashed before him – a time when they were carefree children, laughing and playing together. It was a time before tragedy struck the Uchiha clan, changing Sasuke's life forever.

As the performance reached its peak, (Y/N) made her way towards the VIP section. Dressed in the skimpiest of outfits that shimmered under the club lights, she exuded confidence. Naruto greeted her with an enthusiastic wave.

"(Y/N)! Long time no see! Meet my old friend, Sasuke."

(Y/N)'s eyes widened in recognition, and a warm smile spread across her face. "Naruto! Sasuke! I can't believe it's really you guys. It's been years!"

Sasuke, still processing the unexpected reunion, nodded in acknowledgment. "(Y/N)."

Naruto beamed. "We used to be the three troublemakers of the academy, remember? Good times!"

(Y/N) chuckled, a hint of nostalgia in her eyes. "Those were the days. I never thought I'd see you two in a place like this."

Naruto grinned sheepishly. "Well, we're celebrating the end of the war. And what better way to do it than with an old friend?"

The trio shared a moment of camaraderie, catching up on the years that had passed since their carefree days at the academy. As the night continued, the dance floor pulsed with life, and the friends revealed the joy of their unexpected reunion, marking the beginning of a new chapter in their lives.

As (Y/N) shed her cloak, revealing the form-fitting ensemble that left little to the imagination, Sasuke's typically indifferent expression faltered for a moment. His piercing gaze observed the transformation of the once tomboyish girl they used to know into a stunning and confident woman. The outfit accentuated her curves in all the right places, and Naruto's playful comment about her being a "five-star baddie" suddenly made sense.

Sasuke shot Naruto a questioning look, his eyebrow raised in a mix of disbelief and mild confusion. "Five-star baddie?" he whispered to Naruto, trying to keep his voice low amid the pounding music.

Naruto grinned mischievously, his eyes fixed on the dancing (Y/N). "You know, a top-tier beauty. I told you she's something else now."

Sasuke scoffed, his gaze returning to (Y/N) as she gracefully climbed onto the couch with them, assuming a squatting position. The vibrant lights of the club illuminated her, casting shadows that accentuated her every move. She danced with an enticing confidence, the rhythm of the music coursing through her body.

(Y/N)'s eyes met Sasuke's, and she winked playfully, causing a flush to creep up his cheeks. He shifted uncomfortably, attempting to maintain his composure. Naruto, sensing Sasuke's unease, nudged him with a sly grin.

"Come on, Sasuke! Loosen up a bit. It's just a dance."

(Y/N), still moving to the beat, leaned in, her voice soft yet audible over the music. "Don't worry, Sasuke. I'm just here to entertain. No need to be so serious."

As she continued her provocative dance, Sasuke couldn't help but steal glances at her. The memories of their childhood friendship mingled with the allure of the present moment, creating a complex blend of emotions. He admired her confidence and beauty, grappling with the unfamiliar feeling that had stirred within him.

Naruto, ever the instigator, grinned at Sasuke. "You always did have a soft spot for (Y/N), didn't you?"

Sasuke shot Naruto a sharp glance, his attempt to conceal his feelings thwarted. "Shut up, Naruto."

(Y/N), still dancing, laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "It's okay, Sasuke. We're all friends here, right?"

With that, she resumed her dance, twirling and swaying to the music. Sasuke, torn between maintaining his stoic exterior and succumbing to the captivating atmosphere, found himself drawn into the whirlwind of the night. As the club's energy enveloped them, Sasuke realized that this unexpected reunion had brought more than just nostalgia; it had reignited something deeper within him.

Naruto, always the one to cut to the chase, couldn't resist his curiosity. As (Y/N) continued her sultry dance, Naruto shouted over the music, "Hey, (Y/N)! What have you been up to? Are you single?"

Sasuke shot Naruto with another disapproving look, his elbow jamming into Naruto's side. Naruto winced, but his grin remained intact as he glanced at Sasuke. "What? I'm just asking! We're catching up, right?"

(Y/N), in the midst of her dance, giggled at their banter. She twirled around, facing them, her movements fluid and alluring. "Well, Naruto, I've dated a bit," she admitted with a playful smile, "but I haven't found that perfect someone to settle down with just yet."

Sasuke, still trying to maintain a semblance of composure, interjected with a more serious question. "Are you still a shinobi?"

(Y/N) chuckled, bending over provocatively as she continued to move to the music. "Oh, Sasuke, you always were the serious one. Yes, I'm still a shinobi, but this," she gestured to the enticing dance she was performing, "is just for fun. A way to let loose after all the missions and training."

Naruto's eyes gleamed with admiration as he watched (Y/N). "Well, you've certainly found a unique way to unwind. You're amazing at this!"

(Y/N) straightened up, her eyes meeting Naruto's. "Thanks, Naruto. It's a different kind of art, you know?"

Sasuke, despite his initial reservations, found himself intrigued by (Y/N)'s perspective. The dichotomy of her life – a skilled shinobi and a captivating dancer – fascinated him. As she continued to entertain them, Sasuke couldn't help but appreciate the complexity of her character.

Naruto, seizing the opportunity to tease Sasuke, nudged him with a sly grin. "(Y/N)'s not just a beauty, Sasuke; she's a talented shinobi too. Maybe you should consider settling down with someone like her."

Sasuke scowled at Naruto's remark, but beneath the facade of annoyance, a flicker of contemplation crossed his eyes. (Y/N), catching onto the playful banter, laughed and leaned in closer to them.

"Boys, let's not get ahead of ourselves. Tonight's about enjoying the moment, right?"

And with that, (Y/N) continued to weave her enchanting dance, the club lights casting a mesmerizing glow on the trio. The night unfolded with laughter, nostalgia, and the electric energy of the club, creating a memorable chapter in their intertwined lives.

As (Y/N) gracefully climbed onto the table, her movements drew the attention of everyone in the VIP section. The lights shimmered on her as she spoke, her voice carrying over the thumping music.

"Hey, you two," she grinned, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "I'm kinda seeing someone, but it's nothing too serious. I'm too young to settle down right now. I'm just here to enjoy the night and have some fun with my friends."

Sasuke raised an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. Naruto, always the inquisitive one, leaned in. "Someone special, huh? Tell us more!"

(Y/N) giggled, pointing to a corner of the club where a group of other attractive individuals watched her with a mix of admiration and protectiveness. "See those guys over there? They're my crew, my squad. We've got each other's backs."

Naruto grinned. "Looks like you've got your own little fan club."

(Y/N) chuckled. "Yeah, they're like family. My Bella, she got me into dancing, and now it's become a backup career for me. She's the reason I'm here tonight."

Sasuke's interest peaked as he observed the group in the corner. "Bella?"

(Y/N) nodded. "Yeah, Bella. She's the one who convinced me to pursue dancing. We used to dance together for fun, and now it's become something more. I owe her a lot."

As the music continued to pulse through the club, (Y/N) resumed her dance on the table, captivating the audience with her moves. The group in the corner smiled and cheered, proud of their friend's performance. (Y/N)'s energy was infectious, and her carefree spirit resonated with Sasuke and Naruto.

Naruto grinned at Sasuke, nudging him. "See, Sasuke? (Y/N)'s living life to the fullest. We should learn a thing or two from her!"

Sasuke, though not one to easily admit it, found himself appreciating the sentiment. (Y/N)'s story, her commitment to enjoying the present moment, sparked a quiet realization within him. As the night unfolded, the trio continued to revel in the vibrant atmosphere of the club, each finding their own way to embrace the newfound energy that the reunion had brought into their lives.

(Y/N)'s laughter filled the air as she gracefully slid around the pole, her movements fluid and mesmerizing. The vibrant lights of the club reflected off her skin as she spoke to Naruto and Sasuke.

"You guys should join me on the dance floor sometime! It's always a blast," she exclaimed, twirling around the pole with an effortless grace.

Sasuke couldn't help but watch in awe as (Y/N) effortlessly turned upside down, seemingly defying gravity as she floated around the pole. He raised an eyebrow, impressed by her skill. Naruto, on the other hand, was getting increasingly excited, cheering her on.

"Whoa, (Y/N)! That's amazing! You've got some serious talent," Naruto shouted over the music.

(Y/N) continued to dance, her body moving in sync with the music as she maintained a casual conversation with them. "Yeah, guys, when I'm not on missions, I'm usually out here having a good time. Life's too short to be serious all the time, right?"

Sasuke, usually reserved, found himself nodding in agreement. (Y/N)'s carefree attitude and ability to balance the intensity of shinobi life with moments of sheer enjoyment resonated with him on some level.

Naruto, still hyped up, leaned over to Sasuke with a wide grin. "Come on, Sasuke! Let's hit the dance floor with (Y/N)! It's been ages since we've just let loose like this."

Sasuke shot Naruto a skeptical look, but the infectious energy of the club and (Y/N)'s lively performance was starting to break through his usual stoicism. As (Y/N) continued her impressive dance routine, Naruto grabbed Sasuke's arm, pulling him towards the dance floor.

"Fine, but just for a bit," Sasuke grumbled, unable to hide the faint smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

The trio, fueled by the pulsating beats and the exhilarating atmosphere of the club, joined the dance floor. (Y/N)'s laughter echoed alongside the music as they danced the night away, creating memories that would linger long after the club lights dimmed.

The dance floor pulsed with energy as (Y/N), Naruto, and Sasuke moved in harmony with the music. (Y/N)'s provocative moves drew glances from onlookers, and the trio became the center of attention. Sasuke, initially hesitant, found himself caught up in the rhythm of the music and (Y/N)'s infectious energy.

(Y/N), with a mischievous glint in her eyes, closed the distance between her and Naruto. Their bodies swayed together, and Naruto effortlessly spun her around, his strong grip on her hips showcasing a surprising finesse. The crowd watched in awe as Naruto and (Y/N) seamlessly danced as if they had been partners for years.

Sasuke, ever the observer, couldn't deny the captivating allure of the scene. (Y/N), with her alluring moves, beckoned him into the dance. He hesitated for a moment, but (Y/N), undeterred, closed the gap between them.

"Come on, Sasuke! Don't be such a stick in the mud. Let's have some fun!" she teased, pulling him into the rhythm.

As the trio danced, (Y/N)'s provocative moves intensified. Naruto, always enthusiastic, twirled her around and lifted her effortlessly, showcasing a dynamic dance routine that left the crowd in awe. (Y/N), reveling in the attention, shook what little was left to the imagination with unabashed confidence.

Sasuke, usually composed, found his stoic demeanor faltering in the face of (Y/N)'s lively spirit. She danced provocatively between Naruto and Sasuke, her movements daring and playful. Naruto, not one to back down, matched her energy, and the dance floor became a canvas for their dynamic collaboration.

(Y/N), not one to let Sasuke feel left out, seamlessly shifted her focus to him. She moved with grace, pulling Sasuke close and guiding him through the dance. The trio, now completely engrossed in the music and each other, moved as one unit, creating a spectacle that had the entire club cheering.

Sasuke, who had initially resisted the idea of letting loose, found himself enjoying the moment. (Y/N)'s laughter echoed as they twirled and swayed, the club lights casting dynamic shadows on the dance floor. The barriers between old friends melted away in the rhythm of the night.

As the music reached its climax, the trio shared a final twirl, their movements synchronized and their spirits high. The dance floor erupted in applause, and (Y/N), Naruto, and Sasuke, breathless and exhilarated, exchanged smiles that spoke volumes about the unexpected joy of the night.

The trio, united by the magnetic pull of the dance, stepped off the floor, the vibrant atmosphere of the club continuing to envelop them. The night had evolved into a celebration of friendship, freedom, and the undeniable power of letting go.

Returning to their VIP section, (Y/N)'s infectious laughter filled the air as she settled herself on Naruto's lap, holding onto Sasuke's hand with a playful glint in her eyes. The atmosphere was charged with the lingering energy from the dance floor, and the trio, now nestled in their private enclave, shared a moment of camaraderie.

Sasuke, still somewhat stunned by the sudden closeness, shot Naruto an incredulous look. Naruto, however, couldn't contain his laughter, grinning mischievously.

"What's the matter, Sasuke? Can't handle a little fun?" Naruto teased, his laughter echoing through the VIP section.

(Y/N) giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she leaned in. "Relax, Sasuke. This is just part of the job. It's all in good fun."

Sasuke's stoic facade faltered, and he cleared his throat, averting his gaze. "Job or not, it's unexpected."

Naruto continued to chuckle, his arm slung over the back of the couch as he watched the interplay between Sasuke and (Y/N). "Come on, Sasuke, live a little! (Y/N)'s just being her lively self. This is what she does for a living, remember?"

(Y/N), still holding onto Sasuke's hand, winked at him. "Naruto's right. Don't take it too seriously, Sasuke. It's all in good fun."

Sasuke, despite his initial discomfort, couldn't deny the warmth of (Y/N)'s presence. The club's pulsating beats, the vibrant lights, and the infectious energy of the night had created an atmosphere where inhibitions were shed, and friendships rediscovered.

As they continued to enjoy the night, (Y/N)'s lively banter and Naruto's contagious laughter filled the VIP section. The trio, once again united by the camaraderie of old friends, allowed the night to unfold in its unpredictable and exhilarating way. The club continued to throb with life, the music creating a backdrop for the laughter, conversations, and shared moments that would linger in their memories long after the night had faded into dawn.

As the lively atmosphere of the club surrounded them, Sasuke, observing Naruto's playful banter with (Y/N), couldn't help but comment on the situation.

"(Y/N), you should know that Naruto's being unusually flirtatious, especially for someone with a girlfriend," Sasuke remarked, his tone carrying a hint of teasing accusation.

(Y/N) chuckled, her eyes flickering between Sasuke and Naruto. "Really now? Naruto, spill the beans. What's the deal with you and your supposed girlfriend?"

Naruto, caught off guard by Sasuke's comment, scratched the back of his head with a sheepish grin. "Ah, well, you see, it's all in good fun! Hinata knows I'm just being myself."

Sasuke raised an eyebrow, skepticism evident in his gaze. "Somehow, I doubt she'd see it that way."

Naruto laughed, dismissing the concern. "Trust me, Sasuke, she's used to my antics by now. It's all part of the Naruto charm."

(Y/N) joined in the laughter, finding amusement in the dynamics between the two friends. "Well, Naruto, you might want to tone it down a bit. We wouldn't want any trouble with the girlfriend."

Naruto grinned, nodding in agreement. "Point taken, (Y/N). I'll behave... for now."

The trio continued their night in the club, the teasing banter adding a layer of humor to the atmosphere. As the music throbbed and the laughter echoed, the complexities of friendships, relationships, and the spontaneity of the night interwoven to create a memorable chapter in their shared experiences.

The club's vibrant lights continued to dance around them as (Y/N), with a playful smirk, smoothly transitioned from Naruto's lap to Sasuke's. The unexpected move left Sasuke momentarily caught off guard, his stoic demeanor faltering for a fraction of a second. (Y/N), however, settled comfortably in his lap, her eyes locking onto his with a mischievous gleam.

Sasuke, ever the composed individual, found himself in an unusual situation. His gaze met (Y/N)'s, and for a moment, the dynamic between them shifted. The pulsating beats of the music seemed to synchronize with the rapid thud of Sasuke's heart.

(Y/N)'s smirk widened as she playfully shifted in his lap, her movements graceful and daring. "Surprised, Sasuke?" she teased, her voice a sultry whisper amidst the rhythmic melodies.

Sasuke, regaining his composure, raised an eyebrow. "Should I be?"

(Y/N) chuckled, her fingers tracing an invisible pattern on his shoulder. "Maybe, maybe not. But I can tell you're not entirely opposed to the idea."

The corner of Sasuke's lips twitched, an almost imperceptible acknowledgment of the truth in her words. He couldn't deny the unexpected comfort that came with having her in his lap, the air between them charged with a playful energy.

Naruto, observing the interaction with a sly grin, leaned back in his seat. "Well, well, Sasuke. Looks like you're getting the VIP treatment tonight."

Sasuke shot Naruto with a half-amused, half-exasperated look. "It's not what it looks like."

(Y/N) laughed, her voice a melodic sound in the midst of the club's cacophony. "Relax, Sasuke. We're just having some fun. It's not every day you get to catch up with old friends, right?"

Sasuke nodded, a subtle agreement to the sentiment. The trio, now immersed in the playful dynamics of the night, continued to enjoy the unique camaraderie that had rekindled from the past. The club's atmosphere, with its pulsating beats and swirling lights, provided the perfect backdrop for the unexpected moments of connection and laughter that unfolded in the VIP section.

(Y/N)'s mischievous giggle filled the air, her eyes fixed on Sasuke as she playfully challenged him, "Sasuke, if I don't give you a dance, I won't feel satisfied tonight." The unexpected proposition left Sasuke's eyes widening in surprise, and he found himself in the midst of an unexpected scenario.

Without waiting for a response, (Y/N) smoothly spun around on his lap, using the couch for stability as she gripped the back. The pulsating beats of the music seemed to synchronize with the rapid rhythm of Sasuke's heartbeat. The air between them crackled with a newfound tension as (Y/N) moved with a captivating grace.

Sasuke, accustomed to maintaining his composure in most situations, felt an undeniable warmth creeping up his cheeks. The tight confines of (Y/N)'s outfit left little to the imagination, and the unexpected intimacy of the dance sent a surge of electricity through the VIP section.

Naruto, witnessing the scene unfold, burst into hearty laughter. "Whoa, Sasuke! If she dances on you like that, you might not survive the night!"

(Y/N), her movements fluid and enticing, continued to dance, her laughter mingling with the music. "Come on, Sasuke, live a little! It's all in good fun."

Sasuke, caught between amusement and embarrassment, couldn't deny the exhilarating energy that enveloped them. He cast a glance at Naruto, who was thoroughly entertained by the unexpected turn of events. The dance floor became a stage for a playful performance that blurred the lines between old friendships and the spontaneity of the night.

As (Y/N) continued to move with an enticing allure, the laughter and cheers from the clubgoers around them became a background melody. The trio, caught up in the electrifying atmosphere of the night, shared a moment that would become a memorable chapter in the story of their unexpected reunion.

Sasuke, his usual stoicism momentarily replaced by a hint of exasperation, couldn't help but groan as (Y/N) continued her teasing dance. "You're such a little tease," he remarked, his tone a blend of amusement and mild frustration.

(Y/N), giggling in response, continued to move with playful abandon, the energy of the club amplifying the lighthearted atmosphere. The pulsating beats of the music accompanied her every sway and twirl, creating a dynamic rhythm that resonated with the laughter and cheers around them.

The club's vibrant lights cast an enchanting glow on (Y/N) as she danced, the mischievous glint in her eyes captivating both Sasuke and Naruto. Despite Sasuke's groan, there was an undeniable camaraderie in the air, a shared acknowledgment that this unexpected night was a celebration of friendship, laughter, and the freedom to let loose.

(Y/N), still moving with a carefree spirit, winked at Sasuke. "Just trying to make sure you have a night to remember, Sasuke."

Sasuke, despite his earlier groan, couldn't help but crack a small smile. The unexpected reunion with (Y/N), the lively banter, and the playful dance had injected a dose of spontaneity into his usually reserved demeanor. As the night unfolded, he found himself appreciating the joy that came from embracing the unexpected, even if it meant being teased by an old friend in the middle of a bustling club.

Naruto, always quick to seize an opportunity for playful banter, couldn't resist teasing Sasuke about the situation. "Sakura's not gonna like this, Sasuke," he remarked with a sly grin.

Sasuke, unimpressed, huffed in response. "Sakura wishes she could be close enough for me to care."

(Y/N), caught in the middle of their banter, chuckled with a twinkle in her eyes. "Oh, the drama between the two bad boys. I'm just here for entertainment."

Naruto laughed heartily, clearly enjoying the teasing exchange. "Hey, (Y/N), you hear that? We're bad boys now."

(Y/N) winked playfully at them. "Oh, I can see it. The brooding looks, the mysterious vibes – total bad boy material, both of you."

Sasuke rolled his eyes, a faint smirk appearing on his face. "You're not helping, (Y/N)."

Naruto, reveling in the banter, nudged Sasuke with a grin. "Come on, Sasuke, admit it. We've got that bad boy charm."

Sasuke crossed his arms, feigning indifference. "Speak for yourself, Naruto."

The trio, surrounded by the pulsating beats of the club and the vibrant energy of the night, continued to exchange light-hearted taunts and laughter. The banter between old friends, combined with (Y/N)'s teasing presence, created a lively atmosphere that transcended the complexities of their individual lives. As they revealed in the camaraderie of the moment, the night unfolded with a delightful mix of banter, laughter, and the undeniable joy that came from embracing the unexpected.

(Y/N)'s playful giggle resonated through the air as she bit her finger, looking up at Sasuke with a mischievous gleam in her eyes. "Oh, Sasuke, I'm such a bad girl," she teased, her tone dripping with playful suggestions.

Sasuke, unexpectedly caught off guard by her bold comment, felt a warmth creeping up his cheeks. Without a moment's hesitation, he quickly pushed her onto the couch, his movements swift in an attempt to conceal his sudden embarrassment. The unexpected action garnered a surprised yelp from (Y/N).

"Watch it, (Y/N)," Sasuke grumbled, his face tinted with a subtle shade of red as he tried to regain his composure.

Naruto, thoroughly entertained by the unfolding dynamics, burst into laughter. "Smooth move, Sasuke! Didn't know you had it in you."

(Y/N), still giggling on the couch, shot Sasuke a playful wink. "Don't be too hard on yourself, Sasuke. It's all in good fun."

Sasuke, his stoic facade restored, crossed his arms and scowled. "Just keep it in check, (Y/N)."

The trio, surrounded by the lively atmosphere of the club, shared a moment of laughter and playful banter. (Y/N), undeterred by Sasuke's attempts to deflect her teasing, continued to revel in the spontaneous energy of the night. The club's pulsating beats became the backdrop to a night filled with unexpected turns, laughter, and the enduring camaraderie between old friends.

(Y/N), sprawled on the couch after Sasuke's quick maneuver, couldn't resist teasing Sasuke further. With a playful smirk, she remarked, "Sasuke, hiding your lap so soon? Maybe I'm a bigger challenge than you thought."

Sasuke's stoic expression remained, but the subtle twitch at the corner of his lips betrayed a hint of amusement. Naruto, unable to contain his laughter, snickered at the unexpected turn of events. "Looks like (Y/N)'s got a bigger effect on Sasuke than I thought."

(Y/N) giggled, sitting up on the couch with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Come on, Sasuke, don't be shy. It's just a bit of fun."

Sasuke, unfazed by their banter, merely raised an eyebrow. "Fun is subjective."

Naruto, still grinning, chimed in, "Oh, come on, Sasuke! Where's the adventurous spirit? You used to be way more fun back in the day!"

(Y/N), enjoying the playful banter, leaned in a little closer to Sasuke. "Maybe I just need to bring out that fun side again."

Sasuke, meeting her gaze with a cool intensity, replied, "You can try."

The trio, surrounded by the vibrant energy of the club, continued their banter and laughter, the pulsating beats providing a backdrop to the unfolding camaraderie. The night remained unpredictable, filled with unexpected turns and the shared joy of rediscovering connections from the past.

Naruto, always one to embrace the lively spirit of the moment, seized the opportunity to join in on the playful dynamics. With a mischievous grin, he playfully pulled (Y/N) onto his lap, snickering as he teased, "I want that same effect Sasuke got!"

(Y/N), caught off guard by Naruto's sudden move, laughed heartily, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Naruto, you're incorrigible. But sure, let's see if lightning strikes twice."

Naruto's laughter echoed through the VIP section as he settled back on the couch with (Y/N) on his lap. The trio, now entangled in a whirlwind of banter and laughter, added another layer of spontaneity to the already vibrant night.

Sasuke, watching the scene unfold with a raised eyebrow, couldn't help but smirk at Naruto's audacity. "Looks like I'm not the only one getting the full experience tonight."

Naruto, grinning unapologetically, shrugged. "Hey, it's all in the name of fun! Right, (Y/N)?"

(Y/N), comfortably situated on Naruto's lap, winked at both of them. "Absolutely! Let's make it a night to remember."

And with that, the trio continued to revel in the energetic atmosphere of the club, their banter and laughter creating a lively symphony amidst the pulsating beats. The night unfolded with a perfect blend of camaraderie, unexpected turns, and the shared joy of embracing the spontaneous moments that life had to offer.

The unexpected turn of events left Sasuke momentarily stunned as (Y/N), now seated on Naruto's lap, began to move with a provocative grace to the rhythm of the music. The pulsating beats of the club underscored the electrifying atmosphere, and Sasuke found himself unable to look away from the mesmerizing dance unfolding before him.

Naruto, thoroughly enjoying the attention, wore a wide grin as (Y/N)'s movements intensified. He exchanged glances with Sasuke, a playful challenge in his eyes. "Come on, Sasuke, join the party! It's all in good fun."

Sasuke, his usually composed demeanor wavering under the allure of (Y/N)'s dance, merely raised an eyebrow. The atmosphere in the VIP section became charged with an undeniable tension as the playful banter escalated into an unexpected showcase of energy and desire.

(Y/N), in the midst of her dance, cast a seductive glance toward Sasuke, a teasing smirk playing on her lips. The air between them crackled with a palpable tension, and Sasuke found himself unable to completely hide the desire that flickered in his eyes.

Naruto, sensing the shift in dynamics, chuckled. "Looks like (Y/N)'s got your attention, Sasuke."

Sasuke, regaining a semblance of composure, muttered a low acknowledgment. "It's just a dance."

But as the dance continued, the trio became entangled in a dance of their own – one that transcended the boundaries of friendship and delved into the uncharted territories of desire, laughter, and the exhilarating energy of the night. The club's vibrant lights, coupled with the sultry dance unfolding before them, created a tableau of memories that would linger long after the music faded and the night came to an end.

(Y/N)'s playful giggle filled the air as she continued her provocative dance, her movements drawing a charged atmosphere in the VIP section. Suddenly, she felt something poking her, and her mischievous smirk turned into a knowing grin.

"Looks like someone's enjoying the show," she teased, glancing at Sasuke with a twinkle in her eyes.

Sasuke, caught off guard, shot Naruto a glare that conveyed both shock and embarrassment. Naruto, who had been reveling in the banter, now found himself the target of Sasuke's disapproving gaze.

"Sasuke, my man, it's not what it looks like!" Naruto stammered, trying to suppress his laughter.

(Y/N), still grinning, leaned in a little closer to Sasuke. "Oh, come on, Sasuke. No need to be shy. It's just a bit of fun."

Sasuke, maintaining his stoic facade despite the evident embarrassment, muttered a low, "Naruto, control yourself."

Naruto, finally realizing the extent of the situation, burst into laughter. "I can't help it, Sasuke! Blame the dance, not me!"

The trio, now entangled in a web of laughter and unexpected turns, navigated the playful banter with a mix of amusement and camaraderie. The club's vibrant energy continued to pulse around them as they shared a moment that would become a memorable chapter in their history of reunions and lively nights.

(Y/N)'s laughter echoed through the VIP section as she gracefully brought her dance to a close. The pulsating beats of the club lingered in the air as she looked at Sasuke and Naruto with a playful glint in her eyes.

"Well, that was quite the show, wasn't it?" (Y/N) remarked, her gaze lingering on Sasuke's and Naruto's surprised expressions.

Sasuke, still trying to regain his composure, nodded with a raised eyebrow. "To say the least."

Naruto, unable to contain his excitement, chimed in with an eager grin. "That was amazing, (Y/N)! You sure know how to liven up a party!"

(Y/N) giggled, standing up from Naruto's lap and smoothing out her outfit. "Glad you enjoyed it! Now, how about we continue the fun elsewhere? I've got an afterparty at my apartment – just a friendly get-together."

Naruto's eyes widened, and he practically leaped at the suggestion. "An afterparty? Count me in! I've been waiting for this all night!"

Sasuke, still processing the unexpected turn of events, raised an eyebrow. "An afterparty?"

(Y/N) nodded, her gaze flickering between the two friends. "Why not? We can relax, catch up, and have some good times. What do you say, boys?"

Naruto, practically salivating at the prospect, grinned from ear to ear. "I'm in! Let's make it a night to remember!"

Sasuke, ever the reserved one, nodded in agreement. "Fine. Lead the way."

As they exited the vibrant atmosphere of the club, (Y/N) led Sasuke and Naruto through the bustling streets to her apartment. The city lights created a tapestry of colors overhead, adding to the electric energy of the night. The trio's laughter and banter continued, weaving a thread of camaraderie that transcended the boundaries of the club.

Arriving at (Y/N)'s apartment, the anticipation of the afterparty hung in the air. The night, far from over, promised more unexpected twists and turns as old friends embraced the spontaneity of the moment. The door opened, revealing the warmth of (Y/N)'s home and the promise of a night filled with laughter, conversation, and the enduring bonds of friendship.

Sasuke, stepping into (Y/N)'s apartment, found himself taken aback by the intimate setting. The realization that it was just the three of them for the afterparty lingered in the air, adding a layer of curiosity to the atmosphere.

"An afterparty with just us?" Sasuke inquired, raising an eyebrow.

(Y/N), her mischievous giggle echoing in the room, nodded with a playful glint in her eyes. "Yep! A small, private gathering. Let's make it memorable."

Naruto, grinning widely at the prospect, couldn't contain his excitement. However, before things could escalate, Sasuke discreetly swatted him away, whispering a reminder about the importance of being respectful.

As (Y/N), still adorned in her skimpy outfit, gracefully moved towards the couch, Sasuke felt a blush creeping onto his face. The intimate setting and (Y/N)'s playful demeanor added an unexpected warmth to the atmosphere. (Y/N) gently pushed Sasuke onto the couch, her touch sending a subtle shiver down his spine.

"Relax, Sasuke. I'll whip up some drinks for us," (Y/N) announced, her tone light and inviting.

Sasuke, still processing the sudden turn of events, nodded in acknowledgment. As (Y/N) set off to the kitchen, the room was filled with a blend of curiosity and anticipation. Naruto, now more subdued, shot Sasuke an amused grin.

Sasuke, maintaining his stoic exterior despite the lingering blush, couldn't deny the unique energy of the night. The quiet hum of (Y/N)'s apartment, the soft glow of ambient lighting, and the promise of shared moments with old friends created a canvas for an afterparty that was sure to be etched in their memories.

Naruto, always the one to keep the energy alive, took charge of the music, selecting a lively playlist that filled (Y/N)'s apartment with upbeat tunes. The familiar beats and rhythms instantly transformed the atmosphere, adding a layer of vivacity to the intimate afterparty.

Meanwhile, (Y/N), with a bottle of liquor and mixers in hand, skillfully prepared drinks for the trio. Her movements were fluid and confident, mirroring the energy of the music. As she approached Sasuke with a glass in hand, he couldn't help but feel a sense of wariness, the proximity and intimate setting heightening his senses.

(Y/N), her gaze playful and inviting, offered Sasuke the drink. "Here you go, Sasuke. A little something to kick off the night."

Sasuke accepted the glass with a nod, his expression retaining its characteristic stoicism. The clinking of ice against the glass resonated in the room as he took a cautious sip, his eyes never leaving (Y/N)'s.

Naruto, watching the exchange with a grin, raised his own glass in a mock toast. "To old friends and unexpected nights!"

(Y/N) joined in the toast, her gaze locked onto Sasuke's with a hint of mischief. "To make memories we'll talk about for years."

The clinking of glasses marked the beginning of the afterparty, the trio settling into a rhythm of laughter, music, and shared experiences. The apartment, now filled with the lively cadence of the night, became a haven for friendships to be rekindled and new memories to be made in the warmth of the moment.

As the night unfolded, the lively atmosphere in (Y/N)'s apartment eventually mellowed into a more introspective mood. The music played softly in the background as (Y/N), Naruto, and Sasuke found themselves engaged in a deep conversation about the importance of bonds and the value of cherished friendships.

Sasuke, usually reserved about his feelings, found himself opening up in the comfort of familiar company. With a thoughtful expression, he admitted, "I miss this, (Y/N). The camaraderie, the laughter... It's been too long."

(Y/N), touched by Sasuke's sincerity, smiled warmly. "I've missed you too, Sasuke. Life gets busy, but these connections, these bonds, are what make it all worthwhile."

Naruto, who had been nodding in agreement, added, "You guys are right. Bonds are what keep us grounded. Even when we're apart, the memories and the shared moments stay with us."

The trio continued to share stories and reflections, delving into the intricacies of their lives and the journey that had brought them to this point. The conversation became a tapestry woven with the threads of nostalgia, laughter, and the unspoken understanding that true bonds withstand the test of time.

Sasuke, perhaps surprising himself with the depth of his emotions, spoke up again, "I wish we could see each other more often. Life takes us on different paths, but these connections are what tie us together."

(Y/N), sensing the weight of Sasuke's words, reached out to him with a reassuring smile. "We may not be able to turn back time, but we can always make the most of the moments we have now. Let's promise to stay connected, no matter where life takes us."

Naruto, raising his glass in agreement, echoed, "To bonds that transcend time and distance!"

As the night continued, the trio cherished the present moment, recognizing the significance of the bonds they had forged. The afterparty, which had started with laughter and playfulness, now became a testament to the enduring power of friendships that withstand the sands of time.

As the night progressed and the drinks continued to flow, an unexpected turn of events unfolded. Sasuke, typically composed and reserved, found himself gradually succumbing to the effects of the alcohol. The lively atmosphere, the deep conversations, and the overall warmth of the night had contributed to his gradual intoxication.

Naruto, on the other hand, was well past the point of sobriety. The energetic and carefree shinobi had fully embraced the spirit of the night, his laughter echoing through (Y/N)'s apartment. Unbeknownst to Sasuke, Naruto was too far gone, lost in a world of jubilant revelry.

Meanwhile, (Y/N), seemingly unfazed by the alcohol, decided to add a playful twist to the night's festivities. The music, still playing softly in the background, took on a more sensual tone. (Y/N), with a smirk, approached Naruto and, with an inviting glint in her eyes, began to give him a playful lapdance.

Sasuke, having lost track of the sequence of events, blinked in confusion as the room seemed to swirl around him. The vibrant lights and the sultry music created a kaleidoscope of sensations, leaving him disoriented. It was in this moment of intoxication that he became aware of Naruto's boisterous laughter and (Y/N)'s provocative dance.

Caught in the haze of alcohol and the playful energy of the night, Sasuke couldn't quite discern the boundaries between reality and the whimsical dance of the evening. As the trio continued to navigate the unpredictable turns of the afterparty, the night took on a surreal quality, where laughter, camaraderie, and unexpected moments converged into a memorable chapter in their shared history.

The night had reached a point where laughter and camaraderie blended with the intoxicating atmosphere, creating a surreal tableau in (Y/N)'s apartment. The music played on, weaving a seductive melody that mirrored the playful dance of the night.

(Y/N), with a mischievous glint in her eyes, turned her attention to Naruto. "Come on, Naruto, don't be shy. How about a little kiss?"

Naruto, his inhibitions already lost to the night, grinned broadly. "Well, if you insist!"

As Naruto leaned in, a playful energy charged the room. But in the midst of the lighthearted banter, Sasuke, swaying slightly from the effects of the alcohol, found himself feeling a peculiar weight on his chest. He slurred his words, trying to find coherence amidst the haze.

"Naruto," Sasuke slurred his words, trying to maintain coherence, "you have a girlfriend. You can't just—"

But Naruto, lost in the carefree spirit of the night and the playful energy around him, couldn't resist the temptation. He interrupted Sasuke with a hearty laugh. "Come on, Sasuke! It's all in good fun. Don't overthink it!"

Sasuke, feeling a mix of frustration and confusion, tried to emphasize his point. "No, Naruto, seriously. You have a girlfriend. This isn't right."

Naruto, momentarily distracted by the music, didn't seem to fully register Sasuke's words. The room seemed to swirl around them as Naruto, with a playful grin, responded, "Relax, Sasuke! It's just a kiss. No harm done."

As the night unfolded, Sasuke found himself in a disorienting haze. The dim lights, the playful banter, and the unexpected twists of the evening had blurred the boundaries between friendship and the whimsy of the moment.

Sasuke, despite his attempts to convey the reality of Naruto's relationship status, felt a sense of resignation. The night had taken on a surreal quality, and as Naruto leaned in for the playful kiss, the room held its breath. The dynamics between the trio became a dance of laughter, misunderstandings, and the intoxicating allure of an evening that seemed to exist in its own transient reality.

The room pulsed with a blend of anticipation and uncertainty as Naruto and (Y/N), caught in the playful energy of the night, shared another kiss. Naruto, seemingly lost in the moment, couldn't help but express his delight with a moan, "(Y/N), you taste amazing."

Sasuke, struggling to reconcile the conflicting emotions within him, hissed at Naruto, "This is wrong. You have a girlfriend."

Naruto, caught off guard by Sasuke's disapproval, looked momentarily conflicted. However, the night had taken on a life of its own, and the rhythm of the music seemed to drown out the concerns of the real world.

(Y/N), sensing the tension, turned her gaze toward Sasuke, her eyes inviting and mischievous. In a bold move, she leaned in, her lips tantalizingly close to his. "And what about you, Sasuke? Want to taste the night?"

Sasuke's body betrayed him as he hesitated, caught in the whirlwind of conflicting desires and the allure of the unexpected. He glanced at Naruto, then back at (Y/N), uncertainty etched on his face.

Naruto, seemingly oblivious to the complex emotions in the air, chuckled. "Come on, Sasuke! It's just a bit of fun. Live a little!"

Sasuke, torn between his convictions and the magnetic pull of the night, hesitated a moment longer before finally responding, "This isn't right."

(Y/N), unfazed, leaned back with a playful grin. "Fair enough, Sasuke. We're all just here to enjoy the night, after all."

The trio, now entangled in a web of emotions and desires, navigated the remainder of the evening with a sense of complexity. The music continued to play, the laughter echoed, and the afterparty unfolded in a symphony of unpredictable turns, leaving each of them to grapple with the echoes of choices made in the throes of a night that defied expectations.

The atmosphere in (Y/N)'s apartment thickened with a mix of desire and tension, each heartbeat echoing the complexities of the moment. Naruto, seemingly oblivious to the intricacies, continued to revel in the night's whimsy. He rubbed (Y/N)'s back, a possessive grin on his face as he boldly declared, "You don't want to kiss Sasuke anyway."

Sasuke, caught in a maelstrom of emotions, glared at Naruto, a silent protest in his gaze. The air crackled with unspoken tension, and the room seemed to hold its breath as the dynamics between the trio shifted.

(Y/N), her expression a blend of amusement and mischief, leaned into Naruto's touch. "Well, aren't you confident?" she teased, her eyes flickering between Naruto and Sasuke.

Naruto, emboldened by the playful banter, wrapped his arm around (Y/N), asserting his claim with a smirk. "Of course! I've got you all to myself."

Sasuke, his frustration simmering beneath the surface, couldn't shake the feeling of being an unwitting pawn in this unexpected play. The night had taken on a surreal quality, and the boundaries between friendship and desire blurred with each passing moment.

As the trio navigated the intricate dance of emotions, the music continued to weave its melody, a constant reminder of the vibrant energy that surrounded them. The afterparty, once a simple gathering of old friends, had transformed into a night of unexpected turns, leaving each of them grappling with the consequences of choices made in the throes of the intoxicating allure of the night.

In an abrupt twist, Sasuke, feeling a surge of frustration and a challenge from Naruto, seized the opportunity to take control of the night's dynamics. With a swift movement, he yanked (Y/N) onto his lap, surprising her with the sudden assertiveness. She squeaked in surprise as he pulled her in, his lips crashing down onto hers in a possessive kiss that echoed the simmering tension in the room.

The atmosphere shifted dramatically, the playful banter giving way to an unexpected moment of intensity. Sasuke's kiss was fueled by a mix of emotions – a response to Naruto's perceived claim and an assertion of his own desires.

(Y/N), caught off guard by the sudden turn of events, initially gasped in surprise. Yet, the playful spirit that defined her character quickly emerged, and she responded with a giggle that melded seamlessly into the passionate exchange. She kissed Sasuke back, her fingers intertwining with his hair as the dynamics between them continued to evolve.

Naruto, who had been an unwitting instigator of this unexpected twist, watched with a mixture of surprise and amusement. The room, once charged with playful energy, now crackled with a different kind of intensity.

Sasuke's kiss, possessive and fueled by a complex array of emotions, lingered. He held (Y/N) close, the atmosphere around them pulsating with the unspoken weight of the night's choices.

As the trio navigated the currents of desire and camaraderie, the music provided a steady rhythm for the evolving dynamics. The afterparty, now a tapestry woven with laughter, tension, and a newfound intimacy, entered a chapter that none of them had anticipated at the beginning of the night.

The kiss lingered in the air, an unexpected crescendo in the symphony of the night. Sasuke's lips, once pressed possessively against (Y/N)'s, now softened into a more intricate dance of passion and desire. (Y/N), initially caught off guard, responded with a willingness that matched the undercurrents of tension and longing that had woven their way into the fabric of the evening.

Naruto, watching the scene unfold, couldn't help but feel a mix of surprise and realization. The dynamics had shifted, and the night had taken an unpredictable turn. The room seemed to vibrate with the unspoken tension, the trio entangled in a complex dance that defied easy categorization.

As the kiss deepened, Sasuke's hand slid from the small of (Y/N)'s back to cup her cheek, fingers gently tangling in her hair. (Y/N), still giggling amidst the intensity, reciprocated with a passion that mirrored the intricacies of the night.

The music, an unwitting witness to the evolving drama, continued to play its tune. The melodies, once carefree and upbeat, now provided a more sultry backdrop to the uncharted territories of emotions and desire.

Sasuke, breaking the kiss but keeping (Y/N) close, gazed into her eyes. The room seemed to hold its breath as he spoke, his voice a low murmur that carried a weight of unspoken emotions. "This is not just a game, (Y/N)."

(Y/N), her laughter now replaced by a more contemplative expression, nodded in acknowledgment. "I know, Sasuke. It's a night of unexpected twists, and we're all caught up in it."

Naruto, processing the unfolding scene, chuckled nervously. "Well, this got interesting, didn't it?"

The trio, now bound by the shared experience of the night, navigated the uncertain waters of emotions and desires. The afterparty, once a simple gathering of friends, had transformed into a night that would be etched in their memories—a night that defied expectations, challenged boundaries, and embraced the spontaneity of life's unpredictable moments.

The atmosphere in the room hung heavy with a mixture of anticipation and surprise. Sasuke, still holding (Y/N) close, exchanged a lingering gaze with her, the unspoken emotions between them echoing the complexity of the night. (Y/N), with a knowing smile, seemed to acknowledge the uncharted territory they were navigating.

In the midst of this silent exchange, Naruto, the ever-energetic force of the night, gently tugged (Y/N) away from Sasuke's grasp. He shot Sasuke a playful grin, accompanied by a cheeky flip of the middle finger, as if to say, "My turn."

Sasuke, caught off guard by Naruto's sudden assertiveness, raised an eyebrow but remained silent. The air crackled with tension as Naruto, emboldened by the unfolding events, leaned in to claim his own moment with (Y/N).

Naruto's lips met (Y/N)'s in a kiss that carried a different energy from Sasuke's earlier embrace. It was filled with the carefree spirit of the night, a sense of seizing the moment without dwelling on consequences. (Y/N), responding to Naruto's enthusiasm, met the kiss with an equal measure of playfulness.

As the trio navigated this intricate dance of desires, the room seemed to pulse with a rhythm of its own. The music, now a backdrop to the evolving drama, provided a steady beat that mirrored the heartbeat of the night.

After a moment that felt simultaneously fleeting and eternal, Naruto broke the kiss with a grin, breathing heavily. "See, Sasuke? Fun, right?"

Sasuke, maintaining his stoic demeanor despite the swirling emotions within him, nodded in acknowledgment. The unspoken tension in the room persisted, and the trio found themselves at a crossroads where laughter, desire, and the intricacies of friendship converged.

(Y/N), caught between the magnetic poles of two friends, chuckled. "Who would have thought this night would take such unexpected turns?"

The afterparty, now immersed in a tapestry of complex emotions, continued to unfold, each participant grappling with the consequences of choices made in the whimsical dance of a night that defied expectations.

Sasuke, still processing the unexpected twists of the night, turned to Naruto with a raised eyebrow, his stoic demeanor betraying a curiosity that lingered beneath the surface. "Have you and (Y/N) had fun nights like this before?"

Naruto, his eyes lighting up with enthusiasm, shot (Y/N) a playful grin before turning back to Sasuke. "Oh yeah, plenty of times! (Y/N) knows how to make any night unforgettable!"

(Y/N), catching Naruto's eye, laughed with a twinkle in her eye. "Naruto and I go way back. We've had our fair share of adventures, both on and off the mission field."

Sasuke, despite himself, felt a pang of curiosity about the camaraderie between his two friends. The playful banter and shared history became evident in the way they interacted, adding layers to the complex dynamics of the night.

Naruto, animated with the memories of their escapades, couldn't resist sharing a few stories. "Remember that one time we got lost on a mission and ended up in a hot spring village? (Y/N) here convinced everyone it was a team-building exercise!"

(Y/N) chuckled, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Well, it worked, didn't it? We never did find that rogue ninja, but we sure bonded as a team."

As the trio delved into the shared memories, the night seemed to take on a more nostalgic tone. The laughter, now infused with the echoes of past adventures, created a bridge between the present and the countless moments they had shared before.

Sasuke, despite the unexpected turns of the night, found himself drawn into the magnetic energy of their camaraderie. The afterparty, now a celebration of past and present connections, continued to unfold with a sense of unpredictability, leaving each participant to navigate the intricacies of friendship, desire, and the memories that bound them together.

The night carried on, fueled by the steady stream of shots that found their way into the trio's glasses. Sasuke, feeling the warmth of the alcohol coursing through him, took another shot, the burn in his throat a welcomed distraction from the complex emotions swirling around.

Meanwhile, Naruto, ever the lively force of the night, pulled (Y/N) even closer, their bodies now entwined in an intimacy that hadn't been present earlier. Sasuke's eyes widened at the closeness between them, a mixture of surprise and a hint of something else flickering in his gaze.

Naruto, noticing Sasuke's reaction, chuckled, his laughter carrying a hint of mischief. "Didn't think you'd see this side of me, huh, Sasuke?"

Sasuke, still processing the unfolding scene, raised an eyebrow. "I almost didn't."

Naruto, his arm securely around (Y/N), grinned. "Well, I've got to admit, I almost didn't want to share (Y/N), but if it's with you, it's fine."

Sasuke, caught off guard by Naruto's admission, couldn't help but feel a sense of complexity in the air. The night had evolved into a dance of desires, friendships, and unexpected revelations.

(Y/N), seemingly unaffected by the shift in dynamics, giggled and teased, "You two act like I'm some kind of prize to be won."

Naruto, still grinning, leaned in and planted a playful kiss on (Y/N)'s cheek. "Well, you're definitely a prize, (Y/N). And Sasuke here knows it now!"

Sasuke, despite his usual stoicism, found himself drawn into the camaraderie of the moment. The trio, now bound by shared memories, playful banter, and the subtle undercurrents of desire, continued to navigate the night with a sense of unpredictability. The afterparty, once a simple gathering of friends, had transformed into a tapestry woven with laughter, intimacy, and the complexities of connections that defied easy categorization.

As the night unfolded, Sasuke found himself amidst the playful camaraderie of Naruto and (Y/N), yet a subtle undercurrent of loneliness tugged at the edges of his consciousness. The warmth of the alcohol only served to amplify this feeling, and Sasuke's hands flexed instinctively, as if seeking something more, something to hold onto in the midst of the revelry.

Naruto, ever attuned to the nuances of his friend's emotions, sighed softly. He released his hold on (Y/N), recognizing the unspoken yearning in Sasuke's gaze. (Y/N), with a keen understanding of the dynamics at play, shifted her attention toward Sasuke, her playful demeanor giving way to a more comforting presence.

Sasuke, now feeling the effects of the alcohol more acutely, looked at (Y/N) with a mixture of vulnerability and longing. His usually composed demeanor seemed to unravel in the glow of the dim lights, and he hesitated for a moment before finally speaking. "Sometimes, it feels like I'm always on my own."

(Y/N), her gaze softening with empathy, moved closer to Sasuke. She placed a hand on his shoulder, offering silent comfort. "You're not alone, Sasuke. We're here with you tonight."

Naruto, leaning back and observing the scene, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, Sasuke. You've got friends, and we're all here for each other."

Sasuke, his guard momentarily lowered by the effects of the alcohol, nodded in acknowledgment. The trio, now enveloped in a moment of shared vulnerability, became a tableau of connection and understanding.

(Y/N), guided by an innate sense of compassion, spoke gently to Sasuke. "It's okay to feel lonely sometimes. We all do. But you've got friends here who care about you."

As the night continued, the afterparty transformed into a space where emotions flowed freely, unburdened by the usual walls of stoicism. Sasuke, comforted by the presence of his friends, found solace in the shared moments that bridged the gaps between loneliness and connection. The night, once a tapestry woven with desires and laughter, now became a canvas for the intricate shades of friendship and understanding that defined the bonds between Naruto, (Y/N), and Sasuke.

Sasuke, under the influence of the alcohol and the weight of his emotions, found himself in a vulnerable state. (Y/N), sensing his need for connection, leaned in and asked in a soft, caring tone, "Sasuke, do you want me to show you how much I care about you?"

Sasuke, his guard softened by the intoxication, nodded in response. The dim lights of the room seemed to reflect the complex emotions in his eyes as he met (Y/N)'s gaze.

Naruto, ever the enthusiastic supporter, scooted closer to Sasuke with a wide grin. He clapped Sasuke on the shoulder and declared, "You're choosing well, Sasuke! (Y/N)'s the best at making people feel special."

(Y/N), with a playful yet intimate look in her eyes, gracefully descended to the floor. Her movements were deliberate, each step carrying a sense of purpose as she positioned herself in front of Sasuke. The room seemed to hold its breath as the powerful shinobi gazed down at her.

(Y/N), looking up at Sasuke, began to move with a fluidity that mirrored the unspoken currents of the night. Her dance was not just a physical display but an intimate expression of connection and understanding. The music played softly in the background, enhancing the atmosphere of the moment.

Naruto, watching the scene unfold, offered words of encouragement. "Enjoy, Sasuke! (Y/N) knows how to make everything unforgettable!"

As (Y/N) danced, the room became a cocoon of shared vulnerability and unspoken desires. The night, once filled with laughter and revelry, now shifted into a more intimate space where the complexities of friendship and longing intertwined.

Sasuke, his eyes fixed on (Y/N)'s movements, felt a mix of emotions. The alcohol had lifted the usual barriers, allowing him to experience a rare moment of connection and understanding. The dance, both sensual and sincere, became a bridge between the unspoken depths of Sasuke's loneliness and the warmth of the friends who cared for him.

The afterparty, now transformed into an intimate tableau of emotions, continued to unfold with a sense of unpredictability, leaving each participant to navigate the intricate dance of desires, connection, and the complexities of shared moments.

“(Y/N), why don’t you show him how good you are with your mouth?” Naruto murmurs, his eyes on her as she drops into a crawl. (Y/N) nods, a determined look on her face. Sasuke blushes, but allows her hands to gently tug at his pants. She pulls them down, exposing him to the sudden air. Sasuke is drunk by now, all eyes on her as he practically forgets Naruto is there. “You're gonna love this, Sasuke.” Naruto smirkes, rubbing the lump in his pants. (Y/N) exposes Sasuke’s cock to the open air, Sasuke blinking in shock as he realizes. 

Sasuke's initial reaction was a startled "Whoa." However, the effects of the alcohol, coupled with the underlying vulnerability he had shared, rendered him unable to stop her. A sense of embarrassment washed over him, heightened by the fact that Naruto was witnessing the intimate scene.

Sasuke's attempt to voice his discomfort was hindered by the tipsiness that enveloped him, his words coming out in a slurred, disjointed manner. "Wait... I mean, stop... Naruto's here. I... I don't want..."

(Y/N), attuned to the shift in Sasuke's demeanor, gracefully adjusted her dance. She paused, looking up at him with understanding eyes. "Sasuke, it's okay. Just relax. Naruto's fine with it, aren't you, Naruto?"

Naruto, grinning broadly, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, Sasuke! (Y/N)'s just showing us a good time. No need to be embarrassed."

Sasuke, still caught between the desire for intimacy and the weight of embarrassment, struggled to articulate his thoughts. (Y/N), recognizing his internal conflict, leaned in and spoke softly, her words meant only for his ears. "Sasuke, it's just an act of passion. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. We're all friends here." And her words sounded so good to his ears. Sasuke, reassured by (Y/N)'s calming presence, gradually let go of his reservations. He nodded, a mixture of emotions flickering in his eyes.

(Y/N) reaches again for Sasuke’s cock, gently giving him a massage. He stifled a moan, throwing his head back as the music fuels his senses. His breathing hitches slightly as (Y/N) takes him into her mouth. He feels her soft tongue stroke the length of him, making a low moan escape his lips. He’s embarrassed, Naruto watching, but Naruto only has eyes on (Y/N), enjoying her little show. 

(Y/N) withdraws from Sasuke’s hard cock, who is now hard as a rock. She meets his eyes, grinning as she takes his hands. “Sasuke, you're so big.” Those words made his eyes roll back into Sasuke’s head. She brings his hand to her hair, (Y/N) giggling. “Alright now Sasuke, I’ve gone real easy on you. Let’s go a little faster now, okay?” Sasuke is enjoying her production, tightening his grip in her hair. He lowers her down to his cock again, (Y/N) eagerly taking him in. 

The room is filled with music, and the sounds of lewd sucking as (Y/N) takes him even deeper than last time. (Y/N) is gulping, gasping, and making the lewdest of sounds as Sasuke groaned, his hips thrusting into her mouth. Naruto chuckles, knowing Sasuke is not going to last long. (Y/N) is too powerful for him, Sasuke glaring at Naruto for laughing. Sasuke’s face unraveled again as her tongue swirls again, her small fist pumping Sasuke’s cock as she goes faster and faster. 

“Come on (Y/N), give him more. You got this!” Naruto excitedly cheered her on. Sasuke was biting back his moans that escaped every few seconds. Sasuke swore the girl didn’t even need to breathe. Her head bobbed eagerly down on Sasuke’s shaft over and over again, her tongue flickering and dragging as well as doing all types of magic tricks. Sasuke threw his head back, groaning as she slowly took more and more of him in, going as deep down as she could. With her free hand, Naruto gasped as it itches closer up onto Naruto’s lap, Naruto quickly dropping his pants so she could stroke him. 

Sasuke was twitching horribly, embarrassed that (Y/N) held such great power over him. (Y/N) moaned while his cock was inside her mouth, creating the best vibrations he felt. (Y/N) teased Naruto, her hands wrapping around his huge cock as she pumped, Naruto biting back his own moans as she bobbed deeper into Sasuke’s cock. Her mouth was soaked, saliva pooling out her mouth with precum from Sasuke as he frantically painted, his hands clawing into her couch. 

Sasuke painted. “I-I can’t hold back anymore.” Sasuke pleaded, his hips lifting off the couch to thrust deeper into her. “Please I can’t.” (Y/N) had never ever thought she’d see the great legend, Sasuke Uchiha blubbering and begging her. “I’m gonna come.” He cried out, his head banging into the couch as (Y/N)’s tongue wrapped around him. A combined effort from her clenched fist, bobbing mouth, and wet tongue had him groaning, cumming down her throat. Sasuke arched his back, panting and groaning as he absently bucked his hips, (Y/N) taking all of him so well. She swallows every bit of his cum, licking it up gratefully and cleaning him with her tongue. (Y/N) looks up at Sasuke who is spent, (Y/N) grinning and proud. 

The atmosphere in the room remained charged with the lingering echoes of intimacy as Sasuke lay there, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and emotions. (Y/N), having concluded her dance of passion, moved to sit beside him, a gentleness in her eyes that contrasted the earlier intensity of the moment.

Naruto, sensing Sasuke's internal struggle, pulled (Y/N) close to him. "You okay, Sasuke?" he asked, his tone a mix of concern and understanding.

Sasuke, still catching his breath, nodded in response. "Yeah, just... I wasn't expecting that."

(Y/N), her demeanor now one of compassion, spoke softly, "I wanted you to feel cared for, Sasuke. It's okay if it was unexpected."

Naruto, leaning back and observing the scene, chimed in, "(Y/N)'s just like that. She knows how to make people feel special."

Sasuke, while grateful for the care and attention, couldn't shake the internal turmoil. He looked at (Y/N), his eyes revealing a mix of confusion and curiosity. "What did I get myself into?"

(Y/N), with a reassuring smile, patted Sasuke's shoulder. "Just a night of unexpected twists, Sasuke. It's all in good fun."

Naruto, ever the optimist, grinned. "And who knows, maybe you needed a night like this. Let loose a bit."

As the trio navigated the aftermath of the intimate moment, the room became a space for open conversation and shared understanding. The night, once filled with laughter and revelry, now evolved into a more introspective chapter, each participant grappling with the complexities of emotions and desires that transcended the boundaries of friendship.

The afterparty, now a tapestry woven with a myriad of experiences, continued to unfold with a sense of unpredictability, leaving each of them to navigate the intricate dance of connection and self-discovery in the wake of the unexpected twists of the night.

In the aftermath of the unexpected turns and moments of vulnerability, Sasuke found himself surprisingly content, his internal turmoil giving way to a sense of satisfaction. The dimly lit room, filled with the echoes of laughter, intimacy, and shared experiences, felt like a sanctuary where the complexities of life momentarily faded away.

As he lay there, surrounded by friends who cared, Sasuke realized that the night had become a unique tapestry, woven with threads of desire, camaraderie, and self-discovery. The warmth of the shared moments eclipsed any lingering confusion, and a quiet sense of gratitude settled within him.

Sasuke glanced around at Naruto and (Y/N), both of whom had played integral roles in the unfolding narrative of the night. Naruto's infectious grin and (Y/N)'s playful yet caring presence created an atmosphere that transcended the usual boundaries of camaraderie. In that moment, Sasuke felt a profound connection that surpassed the superficialities of everyday interactions.

He hoped the night would linger, suspended in time, a respite from the weight of responsibilities and the shadows of the past. In this haven of laughter and unexpected twists, Sasuke found a fleeting escape, a reprieve that allowed him to simply be free from the burdens of his ninja life.

As the night continued its gentle course, Sasuke embraced the sense of liberation that had washed over him. The afterparty, now an intimate sanctuary of shared experiences, became a haven where the complexities of the shinobi world faded, leaving room for laughter, connection, and the simple joy of being alive. In the soft glow of the dim lights, Sasuke let himself be carried by the currents of the night, hoping that its magic would linger and that the dawn would be reluctant to break the spell they had woven together.

As the night continued, Naruto, with a playful chuckle, pulled (Y/N) close, his eyes reflecting a mischievous gleam. "Looks like it's my turn now," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that carried a sense of anticipation.

With a gentle yet confident touch, Naruto guided (Y/N) to the couch, the dim lights of the room casting a warm glow on their faces. As he laid her down, his gaze lingered on her with an intensity that spoke of familiarity and unspoken connection.

(Y/N), a playful smile dancing on her lips, met Naruto's gaze with a twinkle in her eye. The air crackled with a sense of anticipation as the duo embarked on a dance of their own, the music playing softly in the background like a melodic backdrop to the unfolding scene.

The room, filled with the echoes of shared moments and the complexities of the night, became a stage for the dynamic interplay of desires, laughter, and unspoken connections. The afterparty, now an intimate haven of emotions and shared experiences, continued its enchanting journey into the realms of friendship, camaraderie, and the unexpected twists that defined the night.

Naruto, who had gently laid (Y/N) down, gently pushed her up until her head was in Sasuke’s lap. Sasuke gazes down at her, pure amazement in his eyes. Naruto chuckles, telling Sasuke that he’s in for a treat. “It’s pretty cool for a host to bless their guests, so let’s bless (Y/N) back.” Naruto grins. “I’ve been waiting for this the whole night.” Naruto whispers, pure desire falling from his lips. (Y/N) smiles at (Y/N), holding onto him for support as Naruto adjusts her legs back. Sasuke gasps, her pussy dripping underneath the thin lingerie she’s wearing. 

Naruto gently pulls her panties aside, revealing her pussy. Sasuke can’t help but think that it’s so pretty, so wet and filled with what must be liquid gold. (Y/N) gently takes Sasuke’s hands, moving them to her chest. He gently squeezes, his lips popping open slightly as Naruo lowers himself to her liquid gold. (Y/N) moans, Sasuke thinking he’s never seen anything so beautiful as she gasps. Naruto’s mouth quickly had found her pot of gold, his tongue experimenting around her clit. 

Naruto, filled with energy, quite literally feasts upon her. (Y/N) moans, gripping Sasuke’s shirt as she stares into his eyes. Sasuke is hard again, (Y/N) on his lap as she whimpers and pulls so sexily at him, Sasuke’s hips jerking slightly as Naruto feasts harder. His tongue is dipping into and out of her pussy, the lewd noises singing like angels to Sasuke’s ears. (Y/N) gives the sweetest moans, her hips bucking as Naruto eats her out like her pussy belongs to him. (Y/N)’s head bucks back against Sasuke’s lap, Naruto holding her legs up as his tongue enters deeper. 

“Naruto, more.” (Y/N) whimpers, her fingers dropping to thread in his hair. She gently swivels her hips to meet his tongue, Sasuke groaning at how sexy she looked. “Sasuke, you like this, right?” (Y/N) gasps as Naruto gets rougher with her, pushing her legs apart hard. Sasuke nods, cupping her cheek. 

“Your so fucking sexy, (Y/N). I’d make you my wife right now.” Sasuke groans, playing with her hair. “So fucking pretty.” (Y/N) is glad he’s enjoying this. He’s drunk, slurring his words. (Y/N) cries out, Naruto sucking her clit with his amazing tongue, wet and wild as he brings (Y/N) closer to her climax. Naruto groans around the entrench to her pussy, his tongue flickering from deep inside to surface as his tongue quickens in pace. (Y/N) is shaking, gasping uncontrollably as she tries her best to hold out. 

(Y/N)’s body was trembling against Sasuke, Naruto’s head bobbing gently. She cried out, whimpering to Sasuke to help her. Sasuke slipped her tit right out of her lingerie, squeezing it tightly. With his other hand he gripped his cock, unable to resist how sexy she looked when being pleasured. His fingers nimbly squeezed her nipple, (Y/N) crying out at all the stimulation. She gives a long, low moan as Naruto pushes hard enough against her clit, (Y/N) crying that she’s cumming. 

Sasuke is in heaven, he swears. When (Y/N) cums, she cries like a princess. Her body trembled in his tight grip, both men holding her tight. (Y/N) felt tears drip down her face as she moaned in relief and happiness, Sasuke thinking he finally died and went to heaven. Naruto’s tongue didn’t cease in movement, making her tremble even more as she writhed and came. Naruto groaned, lapping up all of her golden cum as Sasuke came as well, his hand wrapped tightly around his own cock. Sasuke tiredly pumped, his cum shooting out of the tip of hs cock towards (Y/N)’s face. She was taken aback, surprised as he groaned, finishing all over her face. When he realized, he apologized quickly, embarrassed. 

(Y/N) giggled, using her finger to wipe it off and lick. Naruto withdrew from (Y/N), gently settling into the couch. 

Sasuke, still processing the unfolding events of the night, found himself in a state of mild shock as (Y/N) expressed her desire to get even more intimate with both him and Naruto. The dim lights of the room cast a hazy glow on the trio, creating an atmosphere charged with a mix of surprise and curiosity.

(Y/N), her playful demeanor now tinged with a hint of seduction, looked at Sasuke and Naruto with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "What do you say, boys? Ready for the next level of fun?"

Naruto, grinning broadly, seemed excited by the proposition. "Sounds like a great idea to me!"

Sasuke, on the other hand, felt a surge of conflicting emotions. The unexpected twists of the night had already taken him to uncharted territories, and now faced with the prospect of further intimacy, he found himself at a crossroads.

(Y/N), sensing Sasuke's hesitation, leaned in and spoke softly, her words carrying a reassurance meant for him alone. "Relax, Sasuke. It's just a continuation of the fun we've been having all night."

The room seemed to hold its breath as the trio navigated the uncharted waters of desire, friendship, and shared moments. Sasuke, despite his initial shock, felt a sense of intrigue mingled with the lingering traces of vulnerability. The night, now a canvas painted with the unpredictable strokes of camaraderie and connection, continued its journey into the realms of the unexpected.

The ambiance of the afterparty gradually mellowed, and amidst the soft hum of lingering conversations and the distant echoes of music, Sasuke found himself surrendering to the embrace of sleep. The couch, a plush refuge beneath the dim lights, cradled him in its comfort, the events of the night fading into a distant haze.

His descent into slumber was gentle, a gradual yielding to the tranquility of the moment. The room, once alive with laughter and unexpected twists, now became a haven of serenity. Sasuke, though not entirely aware of how he had transitioned from wakefulness to the ethereal realm of dreams, welcomed the respite with open arms.

The flickering lights cast a soft glow on Sasuke's features as he lay on the couch, his usually stoic expression softened by the peacefulness of sleep. The subtle rise and fall of his chest mirrored the quiet rhythms of the night, a tranquil cadence that spoke of a mind temporarily unburdened.

Naruto, ever observant, noticed Sasuke's slumber and decided to let him rest. Leaning over, he draped a gentle blanket over his friend, a protective gesture born out of the unspoken camaraderie that defined their bond.

As the night progressed, the others in the room carried on with their conversations and shared moments, but Sasuke remained in the embrace of peaceful sleep, oblivious to the continued ebb and flow of the afterparty. The soft murmur of voices and laughter became a distant lullaby, gently accompanying Sasuke into a realm where dreams unfolded in a tapestry woven with the echoes of the night's adventures.

The afterparty, now hushed and serene, continued to weave its own magic, each participant navigating the realms of connection, desire, and friendship in their own unique way. The night, with its tapestry of experiences, whispered promises of more to come as it unfolded in the quiet moments between laughter and dreams.

Naruto, his gratitude evident in his eyes, approached (Y/N) with a sincere expression. "Thanks a lot, (Y/N). Sasuke really needed this. I've never seen him relax like that."

(Y/N), her playful demeanor still intact, chuckled in response. "Well, I'm glad I could help. Everyone needs a night to unwind, even the stoic ones."

Naruto grinned, appreciating the care and attention (Y/N) had bestowed upon their friend. "You really put him to sleep, huh? That's impressive."

(Y/N), settling onto Naruto's lap, lowered the music to create a more subdued atmosphere. "It's a special skill of mine. I can make people feel at ease."

As the night progressed into a quieter phase, the trio found themselves in a more intimate setting. (Y/N), now perched on Naruto's lap, became a central figure in the evolving scene, her presence casting a tranquil spell over the room. The music, once pulsating with energy, now took on a softer tone, creating a backdrop for the quieter moments of connection and reflection.

Naruto, still grateful for the unique night they had all shared, couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie with (Y/N). The afterparty, now a tapestry woven with laughter, desire, and the quiet embrace of sleep, continued to unfold in unpredictable ways, leaving each participant to navigate the intricate dance of friendship and the unspoken bonds that defined their night.

The morning light streamed through the windows, gently coaxing Sasuke into wakefulness. Naruto, ever cheerful, stood by the bedside, playfully shaking Sasuke awake. "Come on, Sasuke! It's time to leave (Y/N)'s place. You slept like a log."

Sasuke blinked, momentarily disoriented by the realization that he had indeed slept longer than he intended. (Y/N), now dressed in comfortable pajamas, approached with a giggle, gently patting Sasuke awake as well.

"Good morning, sleepyheads," she teased, her laughter carrying a warm undertone. "You two really know how to crash a party."

As the trio made their way towards the exit, (Y/N)'s confidence from the night before had transformed into a different kind of allure. Dressed in more casual attire, she exuded a magnetic charm that caught Sasuke's attention. Her playful banter with Naruto only added to the morning's light atmosphere.

(Y/N), her gaze locking with Sasuke's, spoke with a confidence that carried a subtle, sexy undertone. "Well, boys, it was a special night. Time for the special payment."

Naruto, chuckling, reached into his pocket, pulling out a wad of bills. "You got it, (Y/N). For the special night."

(Y/N) accepted the money with a sly grin, emphasizing the playful transaction. "Remember, I don't do this for just anyone. You two are special. Now go on, get out of here before I change my mind."

The banter and laughter continued as the trio made their way out of (Y/N)'s house. The morning, now infused with the easy camaraderie of friends, held echoes of the unique night they had shared. The afterparty, though coming to an end, left behind a tapestry of memories, laughter, and unexpected connections that lingered in the air as Sasuke and Naruto stepped back into the world beyond (Y/N)'s door.

Sasuke arched an incredulous eyebrow, casting a questioning glance at Naruto as they stepped out of (Y/N)'s house. "Why did you pay her?" he asked, a hint of confusion in his tone.

Naruto, with a carefree laugh, sling an arm around Sasuke's shoulder. "(Y/N) doesn't work for free, my friend. Last night was special, and she made it happen for us. Just a token of appreciation."

Sasuke's stoic expression remained, but a subtle understanding dawned in his eyes. The complexities of the night, the unexpected twists, and the unique connection they had shared with (Y/N) became clearer in Naruto's nonchalant explanation.

As they walked away from (Y/N)'s house, a contemplative expression lingered on Sasuke's face. Naruto, catching the subtle shift in his friend's demeanor, snickered with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "What's on your mind, Sasuke? You look like you're about to ask something."

Sasuke hesitated for a moment before shaking his head, his usual stoicism in place. "It's nothing," he muttered, attempting to brush off whatever thoughts had crossed his mind.

Naruto, however, snickered knowingly. "Come on, Sasuke, you're a terrible liar. Spit it out. Do you want to go back?"

Sasuke's eyes flickered, a brief moment of uncertainty crossing his features before he shook his head again, denying any desire to return. Naruto, not convinced, continued to snicker. "You're lying, aren't you? We didn't get the main event because you fell asleep. Admit it!"

A faint blush colored Sasuke's cheeks as he shot a glare at Naruto. "It's not like that. I just need more sleep."

Naruto laughed heartily, his arm still slung around Sasuke's shoulder. "Sure, Sasuke. We'll go back another time, then. Maybe when you're less likely to doze off."

The banter continued, the two friends sharing a laugh as they walked away from (Y/N)'s house, the morning sun casting a warm glow over the memories of the unique afterparty they had experienced. The night might have come to an end, but the echoes of laughter, desires, and camaraderie lingered in the air, leaving Sasuke and Naruto with a story to remember and a friendship that embraced the unexpected twists of the night.

As they continued walking, Sasuke sighed, his usually composed demeanor betraying a sense of introspection. "(Y/N) has grown into a beautiful woman," he admitted, his tone contemplative. "And what she did for us last night was... quite unconventional."

Naruto grinned, nudging Sasuke playfully. "Told you she's a five-star baddie now. (Y/N)'s always been one to surprise. Last night was something else, huh?"

Sasuke nodded, acknowledging the truth in Naruto's words. The events of the night, the surprises, and the uncharted territories they had ventured into with (Y/N) lingered in his thoughts. The night had been a whirlwind of emotions, desires, and unexpected connections, leaving Sasuke to reflect on the complexities of friendship and the unpredictable paths life could take.

As they walked, the morning sun casting a warm glow on their journey, Sasuke and Naruto carried with them the memories of a night that defied expectations. (Y/N)'s presence, her playful yet caring actions, had woven a unique chapter into the tapestry of their lives. The trio continued their stroll, the afterparty now a story to be shared, a secret to be cherished, and a testament to the enduring bonds of friendship.

Sasuke let out a low, contemplative hum, acknowledging (Y/N)'s allure. "She's... delectable," he admitted, his usually reserved tone carrying a rare note of appreciation.

Naruto, walking alongside him, couldn't help but snicker at Sasuke's choice of words. "Delectable, huh? You've got a case of (Y/N) brain, my friend."

Sasuke shot Naruto a sidelong glance, his expression a mix of annoyance and amusement. "I do not."

Naruto laughed, nudging Sasuke with his elbow. "Oh, come on! I was the same way when I first reconnected with her. (Y/N) has this way of getting under your skin, doesn't she?"

Sasuke grunted noncommittally, not willing to admit that Naruto might have a point. The memories of the night with (Y/N) lingered, and despite his stoic exterior, there was a subtle acknowledgment of the impact she had left on him.

Naruto continued, his laughter echoing in the morning air. "It's like she has this magnetic charm. But hey, that's just (Y/N). Always surprising, always leaving an impression."

As they walked, the banter between the two friends persisted, the echoes of the afterparty becoming a shared narrative in the tapestry of their friendship. (Y/N), with her playful yet alluring presence, had left an indelible mark on the night, weaving a story that Sasuke and Naruto would carry with them into the future. The afterglow of the unique night lingered in their steps, a reminder of the unpredictability and richness that friendships could bring into their lives.

Naruto couldn't resist a mischievous grin as he teased Sasuke. "You know, she's quite the kisser, isn't she?"

Sasuke, his mind still lingering on the memories of the night, hummed in agreement. He closed his eyes briefly, allowing himself to indulge in the thought of (Y/N)'s lips on his, the sensation vivid in his imagination.

His eyes snapped open as realization hit him, a flush of embarrassment coloring his cheeks. Naruto was clearly messing with him, and Sasuke wasn't about to let it slide.

"Stop with your nonsense, Naruto," Sasuke growled, his irritation evident. He aimed a swift but playful hit to Naruto's arm, a silent reprimand for the teasing.

Naruto chuckled, taking the hit with a grin. "Come on, Sasuke, lighten up! It's just a bit of fun. (Y/N)'s got that effect on people."

Sasuke huffed, crossing his arms as he shot Naruto a reproachful look. "Just focus on getting us home without making a scene."

Naruto continued to snicker, the banter between them alive with the echoes of the afterparty. As they walked, the playful teasing became a backdrop to their friendship, a reminder of the unexpected twists and shared moments that defined the night with (Y/N). The afterglow of laughter, desires, and camaraderie continued to linger, leaving Sasuke and Naruto with a story to share and the enduring bonds that transcended the ordinary.

As Naruto dropped Sasuke off, the two friends stood by the entrance of Sasuke's place. Naruto, ever the exuberant one, checked his phone with a grin, then slapped Sasuke on the shoulder.

"Check this out," Naruto said, turning the screen of his phone toward Sasuke. The device displayed a captivating photo of (Y/N), an alluring smile playing on her lips. The message accompanying the image was an invitation for both boys to come back soon, continuing the festivities of the previous night.

Sasuke's eyes shifted from the phone to Naruto, a mix of surprise and amusement in his gaze. "Looks like (Y/N)'s not done surprising us," Naruto remarked with a smirk.

Sasuke couldn't help but acknowledge the truth in Naruto's words. (Y/N)'s allure seemed to extend beyond the physical realm, reaching into the realm of anticipation and curiosity. The invitation hinted at the promise of more unexpected twists, more laughter, and perhaps a continuation of the unique connection they had formed with (Y/N).

Naruto chuckled, pocketing his phone. "Well, Sasuke, looks like we've got an open invitation. What do you say we will go back to soon?"

Sasuke, though maintaining his usual stoicism, couldn't hide a subtle glint of intrigue in his eyes. "Sure, why not," he responded, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

As Naruto left, the invitation lingered in the air, leaving Sasuke with thoughts of the night that had unfolded and the promise of more adventures with (Y/N) on the horizon. The afterparty, it seemed, was not just a one-time affair but a prelude to further chapters in the story of their unexpected friendship with the enigmatic (Y/N) Miyu.

[khr-guilded-cage]

Uchiha Yuka was not foolish, she knew by the looks full of terrible rage Nono keep sending her father, his kind words and mask slipping the moment he thinks she wasn't looking...

By the way Iemitsu, red-faced, big and loud, looks ready to start something with Satsuki-sensei, preparing to try to exert some kind of physical force, to imposes his demands into them...

....the way Timoteo looked at Felicia when she started to show up at dinners, clearly plotting how to use his former daughter in law to get a spy (much like Xanxus's Cloud Officer) in Yuka's circle of family...

...that her loved ones are seen as a threat to Vongola claim over their 'blood heir'

Timoteo did try to get her father killed off, no matter how much he attempted to deny it, Iemitsu was still pushy about the whole 'darling niece' and 'protective uncle' stuff to the point she will be named Kinslayer, the man was beaming about how he just wanted her 'safe' now he lost his son and didn't wanted them to currupt his 'innocent and sweet little niece', which he used as a excuse for attacking her cousins and trying to kidnap her to Namimori

Since when she is 'innocent and sweet'? And use your own kid's death as manipulation? Cold

Timoteo looked at Yuka in a greedy possessive way, a sly coldness that make her murderous. He see a Vongola Heir, therefore his to use as he wants

Reborn was supposed to keep her hidden, obedient and not informed of Vongola's messes. Easy to control and abuse if she is just a clueless weak civilian unaware of Flames and Mafia Politics

A civilian parent was supposed to be like that crazy neglectful bitch Sawada Nana

A civilian heir was supposed to be like Tsuna, pushover, cowardly and moldable.

It should have been easy, the hitman was confidend he would simply be able to capture Yuka, invade her life, physically beat the kunoichi to bow to him and force her into the role of puppet Decima

Yuka herself ruined that by searching of her own information and demanding answers in a way Timoteo di Vongola couldn't refuse to answer, refusing to stay put in the little jail-town they trapped Tsuna and Hoshi refusing to let those people 'steal' his daughter from him and roll over and accept this fate

After the fall of the Roccaforte Famiglia by her and her cousins's hands, she knew the old man was salivating at the though of having their power under his orders.

Timoteo keep pressing again and again, sending his men to trash her room, and attempted to invade her library and study. At this point, as much as she hated it, Yuka had to start to killing them.

The old man was greedy and set his signs and now is mean to have it for himself. Yuka wonder again if he is upset at her for begin such a stronger Sky than him and his three now deceased sons

She is more skilled, more influent, more famous, have stronger Sky and Flames, from Primo's line no less. Vongola is getting back to its roots it seens. Ricardo's line would perish with the worst boss of Vongola's history, she would trash his reputation for generations.

No different than the adopted Xanxus, so young and the head of the might Varia or the distant 'grandson' from a greater line, Tsuna. Both actually GREATER Skies than Nono's children ever were.

Thats why Nono froze Xanxus and sealed Tsuna, then put an abusive bastard to finish breaking Tsuna's spirit

Xanxus and Yuka survived while Nono's sons died. And Nono killed Tsuna indirectly

She couldn’t help but be grateful the three sons are dead, Yuka could take Vongola back for herself and use it as she pleased now.

Nono was a controlling man, his sons would be the same with anyone they though 'theirs', including Primo's line

And above all, refusing to pretend they are all a happy family and worthless arrogant Vongola didn’t ruined her life. Yuka made it clear she wanted 'pathetic man' like Nono and Iemitsu out of power and intented to murder both of them the moment she ascend to power, no 'buts' or 'ands'

Yuka needs to clean house and reform the Famiglia they shoved her into, made it hers in a way she would never feel unsafe or ignored, full of people that would listen and obey her. The Kingsguard was the beginning, the fake Guardians need a little...discipline and be away from Reborn for them to understand how much they fucked up

She refused to let let this pathetic hellhole of a Famiglia hurt anyone else like they DID TO HER

They wanted to 'let the past be past' and 'forgive and forget' while Yuka is here all but yelling at Timoteo and Iemitsu for begin ABUSIVE PARENTS

She wont let them forget or pretend this farce any longer

They put a enemy on the throne

[freigeistundanderes]

Red Thread of Fate (Part 2)

Legend has it, there is an invisble red thread that connects us to those we are destined to meet. Regardless of time, place or circumstances. The thread my stretch or tangle, but it will never break

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Have fun with the next chapter and please keep in mind, that english is not my first languge :)

News reached Hashirama this morning when the night shift handed in their report. They said that Madara entered the village with a woman he declared to be his fiancé, and therefore, no paperwork got checked. This should have concerned him, but he was way too excited to meet this woman. Finally FINALLY, Madara managed not to scare every woman away and found himself a match. In the past years, Hashirama has struggled since many of the people in the village are still afraid of the Uchiha. Peace was made, but his reputation really stuck with him all those years. A wife would make the people warm up to him more, so this was more than good news! Hashirama rushed to his friend's house. It was pouring rain, but that didn't stop him. He really wanted to meet Madara's fiancée, and he could already see a shining bright future for his friend in the village! He really hoped that day would come! Mito, his wife, had already tried to set the Uchiha up with an elegant, chic, and aristocratic woman. But this way is better! He found himself a match! So exciting!

When Hashirama arrived at his house, he didn't bother to use the main entrance. Madaras chamber was the backmost part of the building. He would not even hear him knock or anything. So he went straight for the garden – it was directly connected to the kitchen. He would most likely find him there! Arriving at the garden porch, he slams the door and shouts out for his friend. Dripping wet from the rain and shouting Madaras name in excitement. He never knocked - not for Madara. Madara himself had an excellent and delicate Kanchi Taipu ability himself. He would have noticed when he was coming close to him, so knocking was just unnecessary for them. But what he saw, was not his dear friend It was a woman sitting on the table with a cup of tea in her hands. Her hair was slightly ruffled. She held the cup of tea against her forehead and was really leaning into it—probably seeking its warmth. Her eyes – oh my god, her eyes – like spears trying to stab him to death were staring down at him. Her facial expression was even worse than he had ever witnessed with Madara on his bad days. She was so bitter at the moment that he wanted to disappear himself. Actually, he just wanted to float away with the rainwater. Was that her? Madaras future wife? She certainly wasn't a morning person.

"Why shouting?" Her voice was a little scratchy and low-pitched, but it wept with sarcasm—like a thoroughly soaked and dripping sponge.

"U-Uhm…. My apologies." Hashirama bowed his head a little bit and ultimately entered the room. Madara must be around somewhere; he could feel him. She stared at him like a hungry street cat ready to butcher a clueless mouse. She didn't say anything else, she was just looking at him. Mustering him from head to toe, like she wanted to dissect him. Hashirama felt uncomfortable Very uncomfortable

"Hashirama Senju," then she said before she said his name. She knew him; of course, she did. He was not infamous. During the War, many powerful Shinobi made themselves a worldwide name. He was one of them. Madara was also one of them.

"Yes," he nodded and smiled slightly. "And you are?" "Asuka….. Noro". "Asuka, an unusual name for this region! Very rare, actually. I think I cannot recall that I ever met someone with that name!" Hashirama tried to keep up a conversation, but an awkward silence occurred. Was that the woman Madara chose to marry? That can't be. She was so feisty, but maybe that was the reason why he chose her. It fit, somehow.

"May I ask, are you the Lady of this house? The prospective spouse of Madara Uchiha?" He needed to know! At the end of the day, it could still be that his friend just got himself some light company for a couple of days. A harlot, for some demands. She wanted to answer, even taking a deep breath to give him some words, as one of the doors opened. It was Madara coming into the kitchen. Hashirama knew his friend was around, and it was just a matter of time before he would accompany him.

"Madara!" "Why are you here?" "I heard about your female company from the night shift report! And I wanted to see that you finally found yourself a wife! Asuka Noro, a nice name! It's very unique!" Hashirama tried to stay positive and push away the thought that Asuka might be a strumpet. "Am I some sort of exotic animal to be presented somewhere?" Asuka was not excited about the way Hashirama talked about her. "No! Why?" "Because you make it sound like it." "N-No, I mean----!" Hashirama felt the heat spreading into his body, and the back of his head started to burn. Definity dropped a clanger here.

"be nice – don't break him on your first day," Madara exhorted Asuka "I am nice, just not in the mornings." "I wouldn't have figured." "He should think more before he speaks." "He does not." "I figured"

Hashirama took some deep breaths and tried to smile the situation away. Asuka was the soon-to-be bride and not a nice hooker. And she was also correct; he should have sent a notice that he was about to come here instead of just dropping by. She was simply not a morning person, but who was really? Nobody! If he could choose for himself, he would sleep in every other day, so it was very understandable! He was a fool to believe she was an early bird like Madara.

"How did you two meet? On your recent mission, I guess, but how? And how long has it been going between you two?" Hashirama was naturally very curious, especially about Madara's private life. His friend never shared anything and never showed anything, either. He literally had to dig it out of him sometimes. Asuka looked at him, turned her head towards Madara, and started a conversation with him instead. "Why is he so invested?" "Forgive him. He and his wife have been engaged since they were 14 and got married young." "Oh, that's why." Asuka nodded and sipped her tea unbothered. She had no interest in interacting with Hashirama.

"Uhm…" Hashirama felt himself wildly misplaced at the moment, but he somehow noticed how those two shared a lot of character traits. Whether this was a good or bad thing was still awaited. "How about I will invite you to dinner? Food, drinks, and some space to talk? Informal, of course. So Asuka can get familiar with the family." "Family….?" Madara repeated that last word of Hashirama with quite some confusion. He didn't have any family left besides his Clan. And even though Hashirama tried to fill the gap of a brother, he did not see him as one. "Sorry…. I mean…" "I know what you meant. No thanks" "Madara-!" "No thanks"

He was always compassionate when it came to this topic. Hashirama wanted to make him welcome and saw Madara as a brother and a good friend. For him, Madara was not this big and scary Shinobi but rather a man who had lost everything and tried to make the best out of it. But when Izuna died, the last part that made Madara seem human also died. Asuka watched this little interaction above the edge of her teacup, her eyes switching between Hashirama and Madara. She heard about their friendship or friendship-like bond from Izuna. She knew they had been friends since childhood, but unfortunately, the War came between them. Tragically, they still managed to work it out at the end….. somehow. “Anyway-“ Hashirama turned to Asuka again. "See yourself as part of the family! If you need anything, let me know. I want to make sure you feel welcomed," Hashirama smiled as he left the property.

She waited until Hashirama was gone before she raised an eyebrow and repeated the last words: "Part of the family, hm?" "Ignore him and do your job." "So friendly…" "I don't have to be friendly! You are here to do a job, and so are your JobsJob!" His voice grew progressively more angry and firmer, but that didn't bother her. He could blow a full-grown tantrum with Susano'o and everything, and she wouldn't care. That was the thing when you weren't afraid of someone – they could do their worst, and one wouldn't give a damn in the world. But he was right, eventually She needed to get her job done so she could go to this life-sucking place.

Asuka left his estate and started walking the streets of the village. It was like every other village she had ever visited—despite being big or small, they were all the same. There was nothing different or spectacular—just people of different kinds living in a place crowded together like hens in a stall. Little to mention, Asuka wasn't a big fan of villages.

As she strolled around the village, she tried to take in the general vibe of the villagers. Not just Clan members lived here, but normal people like farmers and chandlers were residents here, too. It was clever of them. Nobody would likely attack a village like this out of the blue, and it was providing security, which was rare in these wartime times.

After getting a broad picture of the village, she decided to visit the person who brought her here in the first place: Haruki Noro. He was or is an old friend of her father. He decided to leave her Clan because he fell in love with a woman from the outside. So he decided to go with her, and he somehow ended up in this village. She did not really remember Haruki, and he must be an old man by now.

After some more strolling, she found his house – or at least one that could only belong to a person from her Clan, appointed with their knowledge. It was a small house, a frame made of a unique Palo Santo wood with engraved symbols. Angelica herbs hanging on the door, freshly dried and spreading a familiar scent. Mullein plants in pots left and right beside the house, together with yarrow and wormwood. A small Ume tree was growing next to the house, but it would be effective. A small Shimenawa was twisted over the front door for a complete look. This was the house of someone who knew that evil spirits existed and how he could defend himself from them. Asuka raised her hand, knocking on the door and waiting until someone would open it. After some moments, someone opened the door. An older man, but not as old as she expected him to be. This must be Haruki. "Lady Asuka," he bowed his head for her, waiting until she allowed him to straighten his posture again. "Haruki." With a subtle touch to the shoulder, the man was getting up again. "You came" "You called" "I thought…. Your father would send someone else, but not you." "You said it was an emergency, he wanted to ensure you get the best." "So he sent you—now I have hopes again for the village! Please come in!" He opened the door further and asked her to enter his house.

She noticed the various dried herbs hanging from the house's ceiling as she went in. Some even smoke to smudge away any evil spirits. Looking around, she noticed other small things that were giving away a Noro living here. Little stacks of salt everywhere, especially on the windows and door and some other minor little things. "I assume you noticed already." Haruki came around her and offered her a seat at his living room table. It was a small house. The living room was simultaneously the kitchen, garden, and probably the bedroom. "A curse." She nodded and sat down at the offered seat. She felt comfortable here. All those smells and herbs reminded her of the old days in her Clan. It was like a bit of peace of home in this tiny and straightforward place. "A powerful one! So many people died…" "I noticed." "From what I saw and figured out, it's Twisted Soul roaming around the village." "Twisted soul?" Asuka frowned her brows and tilted her head. "Yes"

A twisted soul. A very rare but powerful Curse. Twisted Souls are people who died under the most cruel circumstances. Usually, a person's soul turns into evil (or good) spirits daily, and either fades away or is bound to where they die. Some did mischief, but mostly, they were harmless. In War, more of those evil spirits roamed around the former battlefield. They stayed a while, some years, until they dissolved into nothing and lost their souls. A twisted Soul, however – is the soul of a deceased person who is holding onto their wrath and anger so firmly and tight that they become a real manifested problem. They turn into curses and haunt the living until they get exuded. People who understood the nature of those souls could catch them and bind them to a specific task – not any task, of course – but a task feeding the original wrath of the soul itself. Meaning that in exchange for a feist, the twisted soul (Curse) was doing what the holder wants That meant three simple things, which were equally bad and good: First, if she managed to kill the holder of the promise to the curse, the curse would die as well Second, both the curse and holder must be in this village to cause the damage she just witnessed But it also meant a third, very struggling thing: she needed to find either the curse or the holder to end this, preferably the holder because that would solve the problem more effectively.

"That is certainly inconvenient." Asuka left an annoyed sight at the realization that she would be here longer than expected. "The village is not so bad; remind me of our clan." "It does?" "A little" "For me, it does not, and I hoped I could leave early." "I'm sorry about that." Haruki smiled, excusing himself for her struggle to stay longer than she wanted. But she needed to stay here; few like her could find and exude a twisted soul. "Where are you staying, Lady Asuka? I do not have much, but I gladly offer my modest home to you." "I stay with the Uchiha" "Uchiha?" he left us and, surprised, gasped before he chuckled. "It suits you to stay with them." "Strangely, it does." “Madara Uchiha is a fine man. Very honorable and strong." "About that-"Asuka rolled her eyes and grunted in annoyance, which made the older man nod in understanding. "A little grumpy," Haruki added "A little much grumpy and moody!" Asuka rolled her eyes and grunted.

Asuka wandered through the city. It was around noon, and the sun started to set. Most of the people were home, but there was still a lot of bustle on the streets. The more time Asuka spent on the streets, the more she understood how well a twisted soul must thrive here. The people seemed very content and happy on the surface. But that was the thing. Forced peace between Clans that used to slaughter each other was a bottomless pit of suppressed anger, hate, envy, and resentment—everything a twisted soul needed to feed itself and thrive. Someone was very aware of that and used it to his or her advantage while hiding in the enormous shadows that the city threw. Everybody could be the one who was the holder of the curse. Only some people had the skills to pull that off, but potentially everybody could do it. Finding the right people took time. For example, Haruki was easy for her to identify. His house and way of life were clearly indefinable for Asuka. The symbols, the plants, and the dried herbs made it as easy to find him as it was to find a cow among goats. But this other person was more intelligent than that. He or she probably didn't wear protective measures around his house or existence like Haruki did. Also, Asuka didn't take these measures to protect herself from evil spirits. She wore her crystal – Izunas vessel – around her throat like a necklace, but it looked like a normal piece of jewelry.

This was going to be complicated.

She could have sent out Izuna and let him check through the village. That was definitely a possibility, but it was risky. Someone would see him or identify him. Izuna was known around town from his earlier days as a warrior. Also, it would take Izuna days himself, leaving her with little to no protection, and she didn't trust Madara enough to keep her safe or not attack her. Besides that… she needed to be cautious about who knew about her Kekkei Genaki. It wouldn't be such a threat to her if people knew her last name. There was no record of her or her Clan anywhere in this part of the world, so she would be perfectly fine. But people would dig deeper and get suspicious when a Ghost like Izuna would run around. It was already worse enough that Madara had gotten a glimpse of her Kekkei Genkai. Gosh – that would be an awful lot of work to do

It's been around two weeks since Asuka arrived in the village. She sneaked around at night, telling him it was easier when no other people were around to bother her. But she kept quiet about the progress—and if there was any progress. But there must have been Since Asuka was in the village, there were no reported new cases of that mysterious disease, so whatever she was doing, it was working Only that mattered But And it was a big BUT Asuka was annoying She was teasing him, treating him like he was an ordinary idiot Talking back with sarcasm Had no respect whatsoever And was dancing on his bare nerves

He was sitting in a meeting with his fellow clan shinobi. Despite living in a big village now, he still wanted to be informed about what was happening within his Clan. So they held monthly meetings, during which his fellow Uchiha Shinobi instructed him about the most recent happenings. They held the meeting where they always did—in the living room with an opening towards the garden. It was not some sort of secret meeting, and the more relaxed environment resulted in them being more open about what was happening to him. He was Madara Uchiha Fierce Uchiha Clan leader But he was also a strategic genius This helped him to keep an overview of his Clan despite the new living situation.

Heavy rain was crackling down, painting the village with a decent greyish haze; it was nearly calming and peaceful. Nearly They were about to finish the meeting when a black figure approached through the garden porch into his house. There was one person who could be Asuka. She stepped onto the porch, her heavy black coat covering her body until she seemed shapeless. The water ran down her coat like small waterfalls, creating a puddle around her to her feet. With one smooth movement, she pushed back the cowl of her coat.

Asuka let out a deep breath. It was so hot that it was visible against the rain's haze. Her lips are slightly swollen and reddish from the cold. A cardinal glinted over the tip of her nose over her cheeks, which seemed a little puffy, too. Her black hair had slightly gotten wet and was framing her face from the sides, making her look like she was fresh out of the onsen. Paired with her cat-shaped eyes and little water pearls hanging on her long lashes, creating the illusion of the appearance of a goddess. She shook loose her hair slightly, making the wet strands fall in light waves down the sides of her face. Through her half-open lids, she was smirking at him. She knew what she did with her appearance – not to him, obviously, but to the rest of the people in the room. Some of his Shinobi were married (happily) for many years, but their eyes were glued to Asuka, and they were yearning over her appearance. However, it was not just that. Asuka was covered from the collarbones down in modest and airy clothes – it was not her body they were hungry over, but her face and the aura she brought into the room. Fierce Arrogant Aware Exploiting

"Guess I interrupted something." She finally spoke with a husky tone and was about to take off her overcoat, drenched in water from the rain. Not even half a second later, two of his Shinobi stumble up on their feet, nearly wobble, and offering to help her take off the coat. There was it again, that damn sparkle in her eyes. She knew she had those men whipped and struck with her appearance, and she was using it to annoy him, and it was working.

While one of his fellow Shinobi helped her remove her heavy rainy coat, she held his gaze, staring into his dark eyes, never breaking eye contact. Having the other people in the room fade into the background like pointless décor elements. There was a smirk on her face, demonstrating her knowing upper hand over him. This wasn't even an important situation. She just liked to tease him and show him how easily she made his warriors – Shinobi, whom he went to War with – fall on their knees for her.

It was one thing when a woman, a beautiful It was another thing when they were smart It was a dangerous thing when she was both But Asuka? She was beautiful, smart, dangerous, and intelligent, and she knew how to use every little inch of these things to her advantage.

He had never met a woman so aware of these things. Asuka was dangerous – in more than one way.

Something deep down in his crippled soul started to form. It wasn't one of his normal emotions: annoyance, disgust, boredom, or anger. It was an entirely new set of feelings that were created for Asuka, for the way she was playing with his nerves like she was playing a damn instrument. Plaguing Beckoning Thrown Irate

"I will take some rest now." The mocking innocent in her voice was like an open slap in his face. He knew she was not some innocent, helpless woman, but nobody else knew. So she was playing that role to its perfection to make people whipped for her, and it was working. She walked – no, she dander – away from the room, probably going to take a bath or do whatever.

He was left with his fellow clan members, who drooled over his wooden floor, staring down the air where Asuka had been seconds before. He could see it in their eyes, the fresh hunger and eagerness. They were blown away by Asuka, and this was purely based on her beauty – because Asuka was not charming. Not in a traditional sense. She was witty and sarcastic and biting back whenever she felt someone was not treating her like she wanted to be treated. That was not for most men (not for weak men) – definitely not for half of the men who were currently slobbering over her. He knew his man – his warriors, and he knew their wives. They like an obedient woman Silent woman Women who were traditional and pleased with the rule of a housewife Asuka, on the other hand, would be their worst nightmare. Not bending to a rule, not listening to anything that someone told her, not obedient to a man – or any person ever. Hell – he believed Asuka would rather cut her own throat before taking orders from someone.

"the wood does not need drool over it." His voice was sharp and icy. Those 'warriors' should be able to compose themselves better. It was nearly embarrassing how they thirsted over a woman they didn't know, who was not their own and was clearly out of their reach.

"A-Apologies, Madara Sama," one of them apologized, bowing his head in Madara'sin Madara's direction to show how deeply sorry he was. The other followed, making a similar statement and gesture. It somehow satisfied him, but he was still ungracious about how they hungered over her. Real or not, Asuka was his (pretended) fiancée, and they should pay her more respect rather than show their animalism like this.

"Next time you see my betrothed, you should behave more like Man and less like starved animals," his voice gave a clear warning tone. Not too firm, not too dangerous, but straightforward to them to keep their libido in check. Asuka was not his real betrothed But they didn't know Asuka was not his future wife But he was still possessive over the fact that for THEM, she was.

Asuka was his His new plaything His Mystery to solve His new toy HIS fake affianced

His.

[depressedhatakekakashi]

i find extremely funny (but at the same time it bothers me) when some naruto fans try to spread so hard the "kakashi is nothing without obito's sharingan" agenda like did they even watch the show? he was literally a prodigy the youngest to ever graduate at the academy, created chidori at the age of 12, he's one of the smartest shinobis ever feared by many nations but apparently all of his strength doesn't matter because of his eyes 💀

They’re so ridiculous.

They’re ignoring the fact that Obito’s sharingan was also a huge disability for Kakashi 90% of the time. Without it he has a lot more chakra because the sharingan isn’t draining his chakra (he can’t turn it off since he’s not an uchiha so it’s always actuve, thus draining his chakra 24/7. Even when he’s not using it)

They’re also ignoring that Kakashi had to learn how to use the sharingan in a way that wouldn’t kill him since it was such a big drain

And while doing that he made a name for himself by not just copying the jutsu’s, but actively adding them to his arsenal. Which is a skill the sharingan doesn’t give the user, or Kakashi would not stand out for it

Kakashi still had to

Learn all the elements (can’t copy what you can’t do, meaning he had to learn and master the elements in order to copy any jutsu)

Learn to use the sharingan in a way that didn’t kill him

Still a tactical genius and good leader which the sharingan doesn’t help at all with

Was a jonin (even though i hate he was a jonin so young) aged 11-13 (timeline is mucky)

Created his own jutsu, and then when he lost the sharingan and could no longer use that jutsu he switched to using his purple lightning

Litterally nothing that he’s known for is even sharingan specific or because of Obito’s skill. And if they want to go that way, Obito really isn’t as formidable as he is without all of the hax he was given

Hashirama cells

The rinnigan

Those things given to him without negative effects, but you don’t see anyone insulting him or belitting how strong he is because he was basically gifted his strengths.

[attroxx]

❛ @galaxyheld said . . . ❛ i don't even know who i am anymore. it's like i've lost myself along the way. ❜ // from sasuke to naruto :3 ❜

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍'𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃. better ? naruto thought so. but there were still feelings that need dealt with, especially for sasuke. naruto finds himself catching sasuke's gaze, noting the hurt in the uchiha's eyes. the blonde had almost lost his way so many times . . . especially after sasuke had left. it would've been so easy to turn his back on everyone and everything he knew to get revenge. yet here he was, the village hero and more popular than ever, yet . . .

❛ you're sasuke uchiha. what that means . . . is up to you from now on, i guess. ❜ for so long the other had been manipulated, used and told what to do. his pain used for everyone else's gain. it made naruto sick to his stomach. but now, hopefully sasuke could take back that power, take back what his name meant to him. naruto can only hope it. a smile tugs the corners of his lips, clapping sasuke on the shoulder with his flesh hand. ❛ you can find yourself again too, ya know ? and i'll help you. ❜

angst meme. ― accepting.

[osovereign]

the familiar tug on his sleeve brought kratos back to a different time and place, one in which he was under another name, creed, and mannerism. the original reasonings behind his going to konoha lost within his expansive subconscious ( along with a host of other trivial matters that he’d outlived ): but it was there he had first met the inquisitive uchiha toddler who would often ran up and tug at his sleeve just so to grab his attention. for as many things in the shinobi world that changed, many stayed the same. just as the setting sun or a candle gave light, they would inturn also cast a shadow. still, kratos tried to guide itachi through the lush woodlands as best he could. their world of eternal struggle wasn’t built for those with impaired senses by any means, there was no means of aiding those whom where born of disadvantaged and the same could be said of those who sustained injury later in life. ❛ what should you call me indeed…? ❜ the question is muttered to himself than towards the other man as they walk closer to their destination through the various twist and turns of the wilds not belonging to the territory of a hidden village.

just had long had it been since ‘mystery sir’ had used his birth given name? just how many lifetimes had he died and lived since those mythical six letters passed his or another’s lips? far too long, far too long indeed the redheaded man mused as he ducked under a lowered tree branch and stopped in his movements until he saw itachi safelyish do the same. ❛ kratos, you may refer to me as kratos. ❜ it is a name that always sounds so wrong and ancient on his now-modernized tongue. as he, was an existence that predated even the forming of the five great nations: a man, born from a clan so old even the people among it had once worshipped kaguya as their one true god. that was history, even moreso than himself. finally, his steps lessened ( they’d been traveling for days with no rest ): as the duo approached another piece of woodlands before breaking the strong genjutsu surrounding the area to reveal a lone cabin tucked far away from the reaches of shinobi society.  ❛ i’ve returned in tow of company, martel. ❜ she was one of two of kratos’ best kept secrets, kept easily as she was once a member of a people long forgotten from a bygone era of oral and written record.

at his words, the women named martel eased out from the doorframe. her eyes mysterious as seafoam and waist length hair to match, came outside and the earth around her bloomed in flora with every step she took. the women martel’s viridescent glistening wings appeared as stained glass above a temples alter when the speckles of sunlight gleamed down onto her. she was an ethereal otherworldly beauty, but it made sense. as the women was originally not of earth, a birthright amongst the cosmos and a longevity predating shinobi. ❛ what do i owe such a pleasant surprise? ❜ her words light and loving: so unbefitting of a planet ruled by battle and bloodlust.

his hand still holds tight to itachi, as he ushers the young boy-turned-man-turned-rogue in front of him. even in a safeguarded place of millennia such as this, kratos never puts his guard down. ❛ someone i met a lifetime ago, i ask that you heal him to the best of your ability, friend. ❜ the best of her ability would be far beyond the current world of shinobi’s comprehension. if the knowledge of just who and what she was was known status—there would be not a question of who the mother of all medical ninjutsu would be.

sensing the boys’ bewilderment, martel approaches him cautiously as to not startle him and her eyes half close at the sight of him. ❛ i am martel. please allow me to tend to your wounds, if it can put you more at ease i will answer any questions you posses to the best of ability. kratos has only ever brought one other person here before and that was ages ago. ❜ the word ‘ages’ is stressed in a way that is meant to imply more than just the usual expression.

ㅤThere came the pat, tender in a manner Itachi wasn't certain to be deserving of, and when the hand touched his head- ...he flinched. Hard. Not out of pain, the gods knew his system was full of it inside and out, but the simple act of being touched; to put his integrity in the hands of someone else. Clearly, it wasn't only his face that Danzo had forever marred. Thankfully, in having his reaction time currently delayed to almost pathetic levels, the brief instant of unresponsiveness was sufficient for the older man to... work whatever magic was now at play. Medical ninjutsu, the Uchiha's tired mind assumed, as he closed his eye and humbly accepted the mercy offered.

ㅤIt wouldn't make that grand a difference, that much went without saying. Not even the most powerful shinobi in the world had the power to restore lost limbs or organs. Even if he was to, one day, retrieve the eye that belonged to him [assuming Danzo hadn't already crushed it out of sheer malice], Itachi wasn't naive enough to believe it'd be of any practical use. For days, now, that wound had been festering, lacking any semblance of proper care other than being washed in water from streams; the nerves damaged beyond repair and the eye socket itself to eventually become a mass of scar tissue. Given the terrible circumstances, however, he would welcome whatever respite he could find - and the man's kind action, indeed, soon soothed the aching to something much more bearable.

«...Thank you.»

ㅤVoice was small and weak, yet the sincerity it carried could not be questioned. Sincerity to then be joined by a blend of curiosity and confusion, as the sort-of command was given. Visit an old friend, was it...? Days before, Itachi might have questioned it; might have demanded to know more before making an informed choice. At present? He lacked both the energy and the motivation to care. For what could hope to hurt him more than the traitorous deeds his own hands had committed? He simply nodded in response, then, and tried to make himself a tad more human once more. The discarded kunai was quickly washed clean in the stream and returned to the pouch of his gear, and the forehead protector was half-clumsily shoved into a pocket; still basking in the relief that the man's healing had brought, Itachi didn't want to disturb the flesh near that portion of his face. And he got to walking, dutifully following to whenever their destination would prove to be.

ㅤA feat not to be easily achieved, as it was. Having lost his eye also meant having lost his sense of depth perception, and by far Itachi was still struggling to adjust. Even in keeping the kind stranger by his non-blind side, the rest was bothersome enough; every now and then, as they ventured through the woods, he'd completely miss a root protruding from the ground and stumble over it or misjudge how near a tree trunk was and half-walk into it. Hopefully, his new unlikely partner wouldn't be too vexed by such sloppy company. But, speaking of which... Despite the lingering fever, now his brain wasn't as overwhelmed by physical agony anymore and it gave the boy a chance to better appraise the situation. Why was he being helped...? Could it be solely out of the goodness of this man's heart? Out of the bond-of-sorts the two of them had crafted so many years gone? Awkwardly, Itachi reached with a hand to tug at one of the older one's sleeves gently, meaning to get his attention.

«Um... what should I call you, other than Mystery Sir?»