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when she says she doesn’t send nudes

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// I hope this isn’t out of nowhere, but I’m interested in rping with you. I read your rules and about and wanted to ask if you were interested, however I hope I not making you uncomfortable asking you here, if so I understand ; as well as if you’re fully up on partners or dont want to rp. (Lemme know then too, I'm not great at hints) I understand. I just thought I’d shake the shyness and extend the hand first, only if you like too.//

Oh, I wouldn't mind doing rp with you, really! I'll be waiting don't worry ,, ♡

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Are you active again? 👀

Well, I couldn't stay away for long. :) before I leave I felt suffocated because someone got offended for some reason when I changed my username, haha But I'm back with Naori! I hope I do this right 🖤 and enjoy of the rp world.

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*gasp* nAORIIIIIIIIII

Naori flinched slightly at the shrill voice, almost gasping in surprise, almost. She turned to look at the anonymous person who had spoken to her.

“Yes?”

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What a cruel question.

Not because of how it was asked…

But because of what it opened.

As if a single answer could twist the course of a cursed story that already seemed written—along with the thoughts of others.

As if the cracks of an entire world could be healed with just one phrase.

But she understood what he was searching for.

It wasn’t simple answers.

He was feeling around for fractures. Invisible fissures through which, maybe, someone—many—could still be saved.

And even so…

How hard it was to answer without hating, just a little, what they had been.

What they would become.

What they still were.

“What would you change about Konoha?”

Maybe…

Naori would change the indifference that still existed among those who remained—an indifference instilled in children from a young age. The kind that hides in eyes that refuse to see. In lips that never ask.

That indifference that devours.

The one that crawls through the halls when someone screams… and no one stops.

The one that kept the elders on the council comfortable, and turned death into routine.

The kind that made gravestones feel normal.

Naori looked up. Her lips moved faintly.

“You’re too young to ask something like that,” she murmured as she slowly straightened up. Her voice trembled—just barely.

She didn’t answer yet. Not because she didn’t know what to say, but because she feared what her answer might do to him.

"What would you change?"

She wanted to hear him first.

To know why he asked.

To understand what drove him—what pain he held behind those carefully measured words. So calm for someone so young.

She wanted to understand what weighed inside that heart she didn’t yet know…

but already felt was broken.

*The young Itachi woke up in a Konoha he did not quite remember. Confused as he was, he navigated to higher ground - a tree once grown by the first hokage, right in the middle of the village, atop which he spotted a woman wearing the same clan crest as him.

*After careful consideration, he finally spoke up.

"Excuse me miss?"

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The sudden voice of a young boy pulled her out of her thoughts. She turned at once, almost startled, as she looked at him.

She hadn’t heard him approach. Was he from the Uchiha clan? Or perhaps a boy from another clan who had wandered too far?

Her dark eyes, yet already alert, scanned him with a mix of suspicion and curiosity.

He was wearing strange clothes. She had never seen an outfit like that—not on any of the clan’s children, not even among the few visitors bold enough to step into the Uchiha compound. She blinked once, then again, trying to imagine where he could have gotten such clothing.

The young boy couldn’t have been older than thirteen, and he barely reached her shoulder. His features struck her as eerily familiar. They resembled those of a clan member she could barely recall—someone who, if her memory served her right, had once been close to Madara.

Could he be… one of his descendants?

She doubted it. The Uchiha clan had always prided itself on publicly presenting those who carried their blood—especially if they were connected to prominent figures. A child, a young boy like him slipping by unnoticed was, at the very least, suspicious, strange, and highly unlikely.

Or maybe… he was the son of one of those ambitious, power-hungry men who were beginning to sow chaos within the clan?

That didn’t quite fit either. Many of the relatives of such traitors preferred to end their own lives rather than carry the shame. And the few who didn’t hunted down their familiar that decided to be a traitor in an effort to restore the family’s honor. The more she thought about it, the more it seemed a young boy like this one shouldn’t be alone.

A cold gust swept across the higher ground, and a few dry leaves from the tree behind her broke free from their branches, twirling through the air as if resisting the fall. The wind carried with it the scent of damp earth and old bark, filling her lungs with the aroma of a season soon to fade, just to welcome another.

Naori blinked once. Then twice. Then a third time. She drew in a breath. The cold crept in through the edge of her clothes, raising goosebumps along her arms beneath the fabric. Winter was nearly here.

Maybe… he was just a lost boy.

She leaned down slightly to match his height, softening her voice.

“Are you alright?” she asked, studying his face closely. “Where are your parents?”

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Naori knew it instantly.

Her eyes saw him. Her ears heard his answer.

A lie.

And yet, she didn’t ask why.

After all… he was just a child—a young boy. What could he possibly know about what he was doing?

But his eyes told a different story. And it was that look—far too serious, far too heavy for someone his age—that made her listen.

Despite her efforts to understand him in that moment, his answers offered no clarity. He spoke as if he understood something she couldn’t see, or hadn’t yet seen—as if he were hiding truths she wasn’t meant to know.

He was just a child…

The past—when clan wars consumed the youngest—was over. Even with the recent tensions within the clan, every effort had been made to keep the children away from all of that.

“This is Konoha…” she said, nodding softly, still not understanding the reason behind his question.

He should have known that already. It was obvious, wasn’t it?

So… why did he ask?

She didn’t interrupt him. Nor did she react when she noticed his gaze shift, as if a thought had just passed through his mind.

His next question unsettled her.

“Do you like the village? Or do you feel like they are unfair or unkind to you and the clan?”

Naori blinked. It wasn’t a simple question. It didn’t sound like it come from a child repeating something he’d overheard. It came from real doubt and curiosity… perhaps from a wound someone else had inflicted—one he hadn’t noticed or had simply chosen to ignore.

And then she saw it.

His eyes were almost dull, with faint purplish shadows beneath them. Signs of stress. Dark circles. Fatigue.

A small chill ran down her spine. How hadn’t she seen it before?

Why would a child wear that look… that expression so empty, and yet so aware?

She barely noticed she still hadn’t answered. He was watching her—patient, expectant—as if he needed the answer to come from her mouth.

A child—a young boy like him shouldn’t be asking questions like these.

“I like my home… the village,” Naori finally replied, her voice slow and measured. “Konoha has been the best place I’ve had… at least compared to what I lived through at your age. And for that, I’m grateful.”

She paused. Then, more softly, she asked:

“Why do you ask? Have someone treated you badly…?”

*The young Itachi woke up in a Konoha he did not quite remember. Confused as he was, he navigated to higher ground - a tree once grown by the first hokage, right in the middle of the village, atop which he spotted a woman wearing the same clan crest as him.

*After careful consideration, he finally spoke up.

"Excuse me miss?"

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The sudden voice of a young boy pulled her out of her thoughts. She turned at once, almost startled, as she looked at him.

She hadn’t heard him approach. Was he from the Uchiha clan? Or perhaps a boy from another clan who had wandered too far?

Her dark eyes, yet already alert, scanned him with a mix of suspicion and curiosity.

He was wearing strange clothes. She had never seen an outfit like that—not on any of the clan’s children, not even among the few visitors bold enough to step into the Uchiha compound. She blinked once, then again, trying to imagine where he could have gotten such clothing.

The young boy couldn’t have been older than thirteen, and he barely reached her shoulder. His features struck her as eerily familiar. They resembled those of a clan member she could barely recall—someone who, if her memory served her right, had once been close to Madara.

Could he be… one of his descendants?

She doubted it. The Uchiha clan had always prided itself on publicly presenting those who carried their blood—especially if they were connected to prominent figures. A child, a young boy like him slipping by unnoticed was, at the very least, suspicious, strange, and highly unlikely.

Or maybe… he was the son of one of those ambitious, power-hungry men who were beginning to sow chaos within the clan?

That didn’t quite fit either. Many of the relatives of such traitors preferred to end their own lives rather than carry the shame. And the few who didn’t hunted down their familiar that decided to be a traitor in an effort to restore the family’s honor. The more she thought about it, the more it seemed a young boy like this one shouldn’t be alone.

A cold gust swept across the higher ground, and a few dry leaves from the tree behind her broke free from their branches, twirling through the air as if resisting the fall. The wind carried with it the scent of damp earth and old bark, filling her lungs with the aroma of a season soon to fade, just to welcome another.

Naori blinked once. Then twice. Then a third time. She drew in a breath. The cold crept in through the edge of her clothes, raising goosebumps along her arms beneath the fabric. Winter was nearly here.

Maybe… he was just a lost boy.

She leaned down slightly to match his height, softening her voice.

“Are you alright?” she asked, studying his face closely. “Where are your parents?”

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*The young Itachi woke up in a Konoha he did not quite remember. Confused as he was, he navigated to higher ground - a tree once grown by the first hokage, right in the middle of the village, atop which he spotted a woman wearing the same clan crest as him.

*After careful consideration, he finally spoke up.

"Excuse me miss?"

@little-itachi 🐦‍⬛

The sudden voice of a young boy pulled her out of her thoughts. She turned at once, almost startled, as she looked at him.

She hadn’t heard him approach. Was he from the Uchiha clan? Or perhaps a boy from another clan who had wandered too far?

Her dark eyes, yet already alert, scanned him with a mix of suspicion and curiosity.

He was wearing strange clothes. She had never seen an outfit like that—not on any of the clan’s children, not even among the few visitors bold enough to step into the Uchiha compound. She blinked once, then again, trying to imagine where he could have gotten such clothing.

The young boy couldn’t have been older than thirteen, and he barely reached her shoulder. His features struck her as eerily familiar. They resembled those of a clan member she could barely recall—someone who, if her memory served her right, had once been close to Madara.

Could he be… one of his descendants?

She doubted it. The Uchiha clan had always prided itself on publicly presenting those who carried their blood—especially if they were connected to prominent figures. A child, a young boy like him slipping by unnoticed was, at the very least, suspicious, strange, and highly unlikely.

Or maybe… he was the son of one of those ambitious, power-hungry men who were beginning to sow chaos within the clan?

That didn’t quite fit either. Many of the relatives of such traitors preferred to end their own lives rather than carry the shame. And the few who didn’t hunted down their familiar that decided to be a traitor in an effort to restore the family’s honor. The more she thought about it, the more it seemed a young boy like this one shouldn’t be alone.

A cold gust swept across the higher ground, and a few dry leaves from the tree behind her broke free from their branches, twirling through the air as if resisting the fall. The wind carried with it the scent of damp earth and old bark, filling her lungs with the aroma of a season soon to fade, just to welcome another.

Naori blinked once. Then twice. Then a third time. She drew in a breath. The cold crept in through the edge of her clothes, raising goosebumps along her arms beneath the fabric. Winter was nearly here.

Maybe… he was just a lost boy.

She leaned down slightly to match his height, softening her voice.

“Are you alright?” she asked, studying his face closely. “Where are your parents?”

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Merry Christmas!

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(Headcanons#001–Yes seriously, from a girl who is not an artist and can only draw pretty eyelashes for you✨)

My headcanon in a modern AU is… that Itachi likes face masks and Sasuke likes to tease Itachi about it, but—! Itachi always ends up putting a face mask on Sasuke after he ends teasing him, and the younger brother always ends up like: “hOW u darw >:’(“

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Naori moved quickly when she saw the pink-haired woman lose consciousness. Fortunately, she managed to catch her in her arms before she hit the ground.

Gently, she placed a hand on the young woman’s forehead, noticing that she had a slight fever. While Naori’s face remained calm, inside she was filled with worry and unease.

Slowly but steadily, she lifted the woman onto her back, making sure not to hurt her by accident. Luckily, the young woman wasn’t heavy enough to make it a challenge for Naori.

She carried the unconscious woman through the forest, keeping her eyes focused on the path ahead. She moved as quickly as possible but with care, determined to get her to safety as soon as she could.

After what felt like a long journey, Naori finally reached her destination.

The Uchiha clan, known for its majesty, wealth, and power, had a main hidden stronghold but also maintained secret and temporary settlements for emergencies. The southern inn —where they now found themselves— was one of these locations. It was a small ryokan-style cabin situated in a secluded clearing within the forest. Surrounded by dense foliage for natural concealment, it was further protected by genjutsu scrolls to ensure its secrecy, made by the younger brother of the village leader as a peace gift for the clan.

Naori brought the unconscious woman inside the cabin, laying her briefly on the tatami floor while she prepared a futon. Once it was ready, she carefully moved the woman onto it and covered her with a blanket to ensure she could rest.

For a moment, Naori considered taking her to the rest of the clan, but she dismissed the thought immediately. The clan’s current situation was too delicate with some members deserting to seek more power, and a stranger’s presence would not be warmly received, especially during such a tense time.

The inn’s interior was surprisingly clean and cozy, given how rarely it was used. Still, Naori couldn’t shake the feeling that this place, like so many others, would likely vanish in the future, becoming yet another forgotten remnant of the clan’s history.

Naori resisted the urge to sigh, instead she sat in the Uchiha clan seiza style next to the futon where the pinkette was, just waiting patiently for the young woman to wake up.

The pinkette looked around, trying to navigate where the heck she was.

The fourth shinobi war didn't go as planned, and survivors were forced to retreat and flee to seek shelter from the moon goddess. Then that idiot, Naruto did something and smacked the ground with chakra infused and used some sort of reverse summoning and now she ended up here.

". . . Where am i?" Sakura looked around. She was still in her jonin pants, one of her sleeves still missing, the burn mark still eminent on her right arm, it stung still like a son of a bitch. The girl was covered in scratches. bruises and her candyfloss hair was covered in dirt, but her priority now lay in finding out where the fuck she was and how to get back where she belonged, even though she was dangerously low on chakra, so she had trouble sensing around her surroundings as well.

"This forest is like a maze!" She whined after a good thirty minutes of walking, flopping down on the ground tiredly.

She wandered, trying to navigate as best as she could within the forests, unaware of the pair of eyes watching her.

// A little hello from my favorite muse, Sakura!

Naori watched the pink-haired woman from her position.

Her clothes—unlike anything she had ever seen before—were worn, as if she had come out of a tough fight. Her hair, the color of cherry blossoms in spring, was dirty and slightly disheveled, giving her a messy appearance.

She noticed how the woman could barely walk. A civilian? Impossible; her arms bore muscles that symbolized strength. A farmer’s daughter? Unlikely; they were too far from the nearest village that wasn’t under the Uchiha clan’s domain.

Was the woman the daughter of a clan member? She didn’t think so. Her hair was far too striking, and if that were the case, word would have spread of an Uchiha with that hair color. Another clue that disproved her deduction was the woman’s eyes, resembling those jade-colored gemstones.

Her Sharingan spun, trying to discern whether this was a trap to lure someone in. That seemed the most likely explanation.

The Uchiha clan had been fractured by internal war between those who hungered for more power, causing many to turn on one another. Some used decoys, forcing civilians or travelers to play the role of bait to lure in the more compassionate members of the rival group, only to ambush them.

She was about to turn away, convinced this was nothing but a trap, when the pink-haired woman suddenly sat down, trying to catch her breath and sweating.

Naori noticed the small tremors in the woman’s arms; she was exhausted. That was when she realized this was no trap after all.

Slowly, but cautiously, she approached the woman from behind. As soon as she stopped behind the pink-haired stranger, she spoke in a calm, gentle tone:

“Excuse me, miss.”

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