#crows in the sky (itachi)

[musesofchaos]

@elwoodtheblunt said: "darn not giant green haired non humans with massive strength?" Itachi chuckles sheepishly. "Well, I didn't say my only type was blondes...green is a lovely color in my opinion."

[peeponastick]

Touch My Soul, Pt. 2

Domme!Reader x Virgin!Uchiha Itachi  

Word count: 3.6K

Rating: Explicit NSFW 18+ Minors DNI

cw/tw: fem!reader, porn w plot skip to the diamonds for smut you horndog, name calling? (Hidan being an asshole, calls Itachi crow boy lmaoaoao), sappy and romantic, pining?, one bed trope heheh, hand kink, scent kink?, dry humping, corruption kink, praise, exhibitionism, breast & nipple play, cum play, ball play, dirty talk, cursing, use of pet names (sweet boy, good boy, etc), masturbation, not super intense BDSM D/s dynamics (reader is def a switch), inexperience & virginity loss (Itachi, let me cook), multiple orgasms, creampie.

Synopsis: Part 2 of Touch My Soul, (Pt. 1 here). Itachi is just a lil' nervous baby. The more time he spends around you, the more he doesn’t know what to do with his growing feelings. When you find yourselves in an unexpected situation, you take the wheel, ruining him for anyone else.

I really appreciate the love I got on my first-ever smut（╹◡╹）♡ (Yuji fic here). Wanted to follow it up with another kinktober addition, featuring one of my other beloved anime men.

I’m on a subby men streak rn and no one can stop me!!! Hope y’all enjoyyy <3 <3 

It was late that night when you heard two gentle knocks on your door that made you jump, butterflies fluttering deep in your stomach knowing it was Itachi at your door. The rest of your fellow Akatuski members surely had gone to bed already, making it the safest time for the two of you to meet alone. 

You hurriedly grabbed the nearest piece of clothing, slipping into your light pink satin robe that deliciously slinked off your curves, pausing in front of your floor-length mirror to wonder if it was maybe too much before shaking off your anxious thoughts and rushing to answer the door. 

You swung the door open to see Itachi, brows arching in surprise to see you in such a different light. “I- uhh,” he stammered as his eyes betrayed him, trailing down and back up your figure to drink in the stunning display you unintentionally put on for him. His cheeks burned red as he realized how indecent you must’ve thought he was being.

“I-I’m sorry, is this not a good time?” He nervously scratched his head, eyes darting around anxiously in an attempt to not ogle you any more than he already had. You had to admit it was adorable, seeing someone who seemed so composed and mature acting like a nervous schoolboy. 

“No, no, come in!” a smile on your face that you were unable to stifle, “Sorry, it’s just those robes we have to wear all the time are so uncomfortable, I’m out of them the second I can be,” you laughed lightly. He followed you into the room, guiltily indulging in the sight of your body from behind. 

As you cleared some space on your bed, he stood observing and admiring all the little knick-knacks and oddities you had scattered around your room, his eyes setting on a small ceramic figurine of a cat.

You sat on your bed and pat the spot next to you, signaling him to sit. He hesitantly approached, “You, uh, sure you don’t mind me sitting on your bed?” a sheepish smile creeping across his face. A giggle burst out of you, realizing how things could be misinterpreted. 

You shook your head, “It’s not safe to talk here,” you reassured him in a hushed tone, “I’ll use my jutsu to transport us into my soulscape, where we can talk further.” Itachi’s nervous energy dissipated and he sat beside you on your soft bed. 

Once again, you weaved the hand signs of your special jutsu. This time, you took Itachi’s hands and placed them on your shoulders before touching your forehead to his. He did his best to ignore the rush of blood and tingling nerves he felt being close enough to smell the sweet scent radiating off your skin.

You both were transported into your soulscape, where Itachi began taking in his surroundings in awe. You stood in a field of wildflowers under a cotton candy-colored sunset, an early-rising crescent moon in the distant sky. The magnificent colors lit up his visual field as he processed all the information flooding his senses about who you were and all you’d been through. 

He turned to you, an enchanted look of admiration in his deep brown eyes that made your cheeks burn, feeling flustered with vulnerability. You had never shown anyone your soul before and having someone see into you with such love was a foreign concept.

You cleared your throat, preparing to explain the inner workings of the Akatsuki, the intel you’d gathered, and the plan you were preparing to enact now that you had the piece you’d been waiting for– an ally strong enough to help you carry out the downfall of the Akatsuki and Madara himself. 

After that night, you found yourselves in each other’s room to strategize quite often, mostly in the late hours. The snickers from the other Akatsuki members rumored the two of you had begun dating and were trying to hide it. 

One night when Itachi was leaving your bedroom, gently closing the door behind him, he turned to find Hidan standing menacingly against the wall wearing a look of disgust.

“You’re always scurrying out of her room in the middle of the night, huh crow boy,” he sneered.

Itachi’s eyes blazed crimson “And what business do you have lurking around her door?”

Hidan scoffed and walked off, muttering his hateful thoughts about the two of you.

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The more time Itachi and you spent in each other’s presence, the closer you became. Though you’d only known each other a short while, there was a mutual, deep understanding of one another’s souls.

He had never felt this way before, heartbeat nearly pounding out of his chest anytime you sat close, your hand accidentally brushing against him sending sparks through his body. Having to pull himself back down to earth every time he listened to you talk, getting lost in your sparkling eyes, every flutter of your full lashes hypnotizing him further. 

He had without a doubt fallen for you, almost certain the feeling was mutual. His perceptive eyes picking up every quick glance you stole at his lips, the way you blushed anytime his attention was a little too focused on you. 

He wanted more than anything to make his move, for you to be his, but all his years of being a high-ranking shinobi had never really allowed him time for relationships. How could he ask for something he had no idea how to do? And worse, he thought, someone as beautiful and amazing as you shouldn’t settle for someone like him. 

He knew you’d already seen him inside and out and accepted him fully, his sordid past somehow not making your opinion of him falter. But still, there was the matter of his inexperience, or rather, lack of any experience at all adding to his insecurity. 

On a night you had gone to his room, your planning and discussion went on longer than usual. Upon releasing your jutsu, Itachi stood up to find a paper he wanted to show you. You wearily sat on his bed, drained from casting your jutsu for so many hours. As he rummaged around his room, your eyelids grew heavier and heavier, body lightly swaying before you admitted defeat to your fatigue and laid yourself down on his bed, the sight of his back growing blurry as the comforting smell of his bedding pulled you in. 

He turned around to find you asleep, curled up with a sweet, peaceful expression spread across your face. He hummed affectionately, pulling the blanket over your worn-out body. He paused, staring at you for a moment, smiling to himself as he envisioned what it’d be like to have the gift of seeing this every night, before tossing a pillow on the floor for his makeshift bed. 

Your eyes blearily opened, “Whaa-what’re you doin’?” your voice croaked, still half asleep. 

His head tilted inquisitively, “I just, umm, figured I’d sleep on the floor so you can be comfortable,” he replied with a kind smile.

You outstretched your arms for him, drowsily shaking your head, “Noooo way, this is your bed,” you lilted in an almost child-like manner. His eyes grew wide, brain short-circuiting as he realized you were okay with him sleeping next to you. You impatiently waved your arms around, ushering him to come soon as sleep was calling your name. 

Itachi hesitantly approached, crawling into bed beside you trying to awkwardly maintain a respectful distance. You turned into his broad chest, nuzzling up to him with a faint smile on your face as you drifted back to sleep. His muscles tensed, heartbeat deafeningly pounding in his ears at being so close to you.

Focusing on his breathing his body eventually softened, looking down at you and feeling pure bliss. He had dreamt of this moment so many times, he couldn’t believe it was really happening. Wrapped up in the warm feelings, he soon followed you into sleep. 

Several hours later, Itachi woke to an unfamiliar stirring in his pants, tired eyes blinking with confusion at the pressure he felt repeatedly nudging his pelvis. His breath hitched as heat flushed his entire body at what he saw. 

You had flipped sides at some point in the night, your back now against Itachi’s chest as you pressed your ass into him over and over again, grinding against his growing bulge. You were dreaming, soft whimpers leaving you every time your hips connected with his in your unconscious state. He couldn’t help himself from wondering if you could be dreaming about him, ears ringing at every angelic sound you made. 

He fought with himself, feeling guilty for not waking you immediately, but he couldn’t help it, every rock of your hips into him sent divine pleasure rippling through his entire body, his cock becoming uncomfortably hard in his pants, even with such little stimulation. He closed his eyes, fully indulging in the moment for a few more seconds before he lightly tapped your arm. Noticing, in his heightened arousal, how soft your skin felt under his fingertips, how the heat of your sleeping body projected your intoxicating scent.

You were deep asleep, unresponsive to his gentle touch. He took a deep breath, collecting himself before he tried again, this time tapping a little harder, “Y/n, hey. Wake up y/n,” his deep, gravelly voice rasped in your ear. Your eyes opened slowly, “Hmmm? ‘tachi?” your sleepy voice squeaked, “Wass goin’ on?” you rolled back against him, looking up at his flushed face with confusion. 

Your mind shot awake, finally processing what an intimate position the two of you were in, “Oh shit! I’m sorr–,” a small gasp left your lips as you noticed his eyes dark with lust, feeling the growing bulge between his legs pressed up against your ass, “Fuck.”

Heat bloomed across your cheeks, suddenly overcome with heady arousal, the masculine and fresh scent of his skin and bedding sending pulsing shocks to your clit. A gentle moan slipped past your lips as you slowly resumed grinding your hips against him. 

He breathed deeply, his nimble hand acting on its own, trailing down the curves of your body to grab onto your hip, “C-Can I touch you here?” his voice hoarse with arousal.

“Uh-huhh,” you breathily moaned. 

His hand needily latched onto your hip, pulling you in closer, both of you feeling a magnetic pull between your cores. You rolled your hips together, the pace quickening as you began losing yourselves in the intensity of the moment. 

His breath fanning the shell of your ear from behind, you drank in the sounds of his gentle gasps and moans, breath growing ragged at the overwhelming pleasure he felt. His vision going hazy, he tucked his head into the crook of your neck as he began humping you frantically, his carnal senses controlling him. His large hand gripping you bruisingly, a strained moan dragged out of his chest as his orgasm suddenly exploded out of him, coating the inside of his pants with copious amounts of cum. 

You smiled sinfully, turning over to face him but he avoided eye contact, his cheeks burning bright red as he tried to catch his breath. 

“I’m sorry, I can’t believe I–,” his brows furrowing with embarrassment, “I’ve just never done anything like this,” he quietly admitted, innocent eyes anxiously scanning yours. 

A switch flipped in you. 

You hummed, tenderly stroking his warm cheek with your hand as your eyes fell to his lips. You smiled affectionately, “I know, sweet boy,” slowly bringing your plump lips to his, pausing a breath away, smile tinging with deviance as you looked deep into his eyes, “just watch me," you whispered against his mouth before pressing your lips to his. His lips parted with a shaky moan, kissing you back hungrily. 

Rolling onto your back, you began tracing the hills and valleys of your curves with your hands, stopping to indulgently squeeze your breasts, massaging your hard nipples. He swallowed hard, his sharingan eyes watching your every move, burning the moment into his memory.

Your hand snaked its way under your shorts, fingers dipping into the wet heat between your thighs, letting out a soft moan as you ran a finger over your swollen clit. You looked into his eyes, biting your lip as you began pleasuring yourself. 

He moved his hand to gently brush a stray hair out of your face, wanting to have a clear view of your features twisting with pleasure. Your head turned to catch his fingers along your open mouth. You wrapped your lips around his thumb, sucking on it as you looked up at him wantonly, eliciting a deep groan from his chest. You released your lips with a pop as he began messing your pout with his thumb, relishing in the sensation of your luscious lips beneath his fingertip.

He looked at you, eyes glazed over with lust, before passionately cupping your face and kissing you deeply as you continued playing with your pussy, thighs shaking and body tingling with heat as you rubbed firm circles around your clit.

Itachi was devouring you with his eyes, your body and mind buzzing with electric arousal at being watched so intently. 

“You can touch me, it’s okay,” you purred between breathy moans, reading his mind. You grasped his hand, guiding it up under your shirt to cup your full breast, “Like this.”

A whimper left Itachi’s lips as his warm palm connected with the delicate skin of your breast, exploring your body with fervid curiosity. Squeezing the plush flesh and ghosting his fingertips over your nipples, you moaned in delight. 

You began feeling the sizzling electricity of your building orgasm, fingers rubbing faster and tighter circles around your pulsating clit. Waves of white-hot pleasure washing over you as you rocketed into your climax, the feeling of Itachi's clothed cock, hard and eager for you again, needily pressing into you sending you over the edge. 

You collapsed with a pleased smile, taking a moment to catch your breath before sitting up unexpectedly, motivated and ready for more pleasure. “Itachi– off, please,” you demanded, needily tugging at the waistband of his black sweatpants. He hurriedly lifted his hips to pull them down, fumbling as he tried to yank it off his leg not wanting to delay a second longer, then grabbing the back of his black t-shirt’s collar to pull it over his head.

His length stood fully erect, no longer restrained by his pants. His body was heavenly, like a carved-marble depiction of a god. Pale skin covering his chiseled, lean muscles, marred with battle scars. His cock was so pretty, the perfect length and girth for a delicious stretch, bulging veins dancing along the sides, messy with sticky, white cum from his previous orgasm, and throbbing with need.

“Fuuckkk, you’re so big baby,” you licked your lips, mesmerized by the sight as you wrapped your hand around his length and began stroking his cock, using his cum as lube. 

His body heaved at the sensation, a choked whine leaving his lips. He let out a small gasp as you thumbed his glistening slit, “Such a pretty cock,” you cooed, dropping your other hand to massage his heavy balls. His eyes rolled back momentarily in ecstasy, he could cum again just from the way you spoke to him. 

You brought your hand up to lick his cum off before crawling over him, breasts brushing against his lean chest, hips arched seductively. Itachi laid there panting, so overwhelmed with arousal he couldn’t do anything but let out needy moans as his wildest fantasy unfurled in front of him. You lightly dragged your lips along the ridge of his ear, breathing lightly against it before kissing the tip of his earlobe.

“Mmmh please let me feel you inside me baby, pleeeease?” you moaned against his skin, kissing along his sharp jaw and down his neck, “Don’t you wanna know how good my wet pussy feels wrapped around your cock?”

A shuddering moan left his chest at your provocative words. You looked up at him, siren eyes hypnotizing him. He nodded enthusiastically with a dazed expression, pupils blown wide with lust, completely drunk on arousal– mind floating out of his body.

“Y-Yes, pl-pleasee,” he hiccuped, struggling to process that this was happening to him in real life. 

“Hmmm good boy,” a devilish smile on your face, “just lay back and let me make you feel good, okayy baby?” 

You got off him, standing up and turning around to teasingly pull your shorts down, giving him a front-row seat as you bent over seductively, sliding them off at a torturous pace, exposing your lace-covered pussy from behind, a sweet little whimper leaving his lips as he saw the wet spot from your orgasm. Pulling off your shirt to reveal a matching bra, his brain malfunctioned at how exquisite you looked. 

You then began languidly pulling your panties down, revealing your decadent pussy to his eyes. “Ooohh my–" he gasped, "oh my god,” feeling the pulse in his erection as it twitched with desire. You flashed him a confident smile, fingertips dragging up and down the curves of your body, feeling his dark eyes on you, memorizing every touch and squeeze.

Seeing his eager cock, precum leaking from his tip and dribbling down his shaft, you licked your lips, pussy fluttering in excitement at the thought of being stretched by him. Crawling on top of him like a feline stalking her prey, you drank in the sensual power you felt as you locked eyes with him. 

You captured his lips in a sweet kiss, “Ready sweet boy?” you confirmed. He was more than ready for you, breathlessly watching your every move in anticipation of what came next. Your juicy pussy hovered just above the head of his cock, so close his sensitive tip could feel the heat radiating from between your thighs. He hazily nodded, head foggy with such unimaginable lust and desire he didn’t know was possible to experience.

You slowly began sinking down on his cock, both of you releasing depraved moans, delighting in the heavenly sensation of his thick cock sliding into the hilt, burying deep in your soaking wet pussy. Your hands splayed on his chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall as he experienced the sinfully wet heat of your pussy for the first time. 

“Fuuuuckkk y/n, oh my god!” he cried out, he gripped the sheets with white knuckles. You gave him a moment, a sultry twinkle in your eye seeing him squirm in unbearable pleasure beneath you. 

You began riding him, the tight walls of your pussy squeezing his engorged cock as you slid him in and out, strained moans leaving his chest. You reached down to grab his hands, bringing them up to place on your waist as you bounced up and down on his dick. 

“How does that feel baby, hmm?” your voice pouring out of you like honey. He winced in unbearable pleasure, “S-So, fuck–” struggling to respond between panting moans, “sooo f-fucking good” he sobbed.

Everything was too much, too good– the unbelievably gorgeous sight of you on top of him, breasts bouncing, the way your tight pussy was milking his inexperienced cock. Heat pooled in his lower abdomen as the pressure at the base of his cock began rapidly rising. 

He looked up at you, eyes flashing with anxiety. He was too enmeshed in the moment to find the words, but he knew he was going to cum quick. Sensing his urgency, feeling his cock twitch inside you, you leaned down to kiss him.

“Want you to cum inside me,” you purred against his lips, “want you to fill my pussy up, pleasee.” Your words rattled around his brain, the tether binding him to reality snapping. 

Every fiber lit aflame with pure ecstasy, his mind went blank– only a singular motive, his primal need to release himself inside you. 

His arms flexed as he wrapped them around you, pulling you in closer to his chest, fingertips digging into your skin as he began pounding your pussy from below. Sounds of two feral animals ravishing each other echoed off the walls as you simultaneously reached climax, his thrusts growing sloppy as he stuttered his hips up into you. 

Obeying your command, he plunged his length into you as deep as he could, strangled moans reverberating in his chest, cock spasming as he began pumping ropes of his thick, hot cum into your pussy in amounts he had no idea he was capable of producing. 

“Oof-fuckkk!” you mewled, “Feel so full, such a good boy,” you praised, your hand pressing above his cock, near the point where the two of you were fused as one. You rubbed his lower abdomen, tossing your head back in pleasure at the erotic sensation of being stuffed so full of his cock and cum, overwhelming warmth spreading through your core. He whimpered at your words, cock quivering as your pussy clenched around him, not yet wanting to unsheathe his sensitive length. 

You collapsed against his solid chest, both of you sweaty, panting messes holding each other in a loving embrace, completely drained from cumming multiple times. He closed his eyes, a satisfied smile on his face as he ran his fingertips soothingly up and down your back as you pressed kisses to where your lips met his skin. 

“That. was. amazing.” his smooth voice blurted, his ability to form coherent sentences returning to him, “Thank you so much,” he leaned his head down to press a meaningful kiss to your forehead. You giggled, endorphins flushing your system making you feel giddy with love, you could stay like this with him forever.

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If you read this far, thank you so muuuuch I luvv you!! ♡♡♡

[7minutesinheavennaruto]

hello :) i hope you are doing well, I’d like to request an itachi x fem reader nsfw or itachi with a praise kink, I think it’s very fitting , thank you ^.^

✿❀ Hi Anon! Thank you so much for this request, I had a lot of fun writing it! I hope you enjoy ❀✿

Mod Nightshade

WARNING: NSFW, 18+ ONLY

It’s those precious few moments before evening fades into hazy dusk, when the sky is reddish-gold and everything looks far too perfect, the landscape bathed in sun-slick fire. The air smells of fresh rain, and of tree-bark, and it reminds Itachi far too much of home– of the village he’d planned to grow up defending, only to abandon it in a flurry of senseless violence.

It had hurt– had felt like severing a limb, watching decades of love and friendship and opportunity crumble to dust at his feet– but Itachi had survived it, his thoughts growing sharp and his heart cold to compensate.

Despite everything, however, he’d never quite been able to sever the one thing he’d loved most in Kohona: [y/n].

At first, the pair had planned on meeting just the once: for closure, for a final burst of happiness, to lock that door permanently and throw away the key. But once had not been nearly enough– had made it worse, almost– had slowly turned into just a few more times, which had morphed into something of a regular occurrence.

Itachi’s heart flutters at the sound of a twig snapping, then drops into his stomach at the realization that it is only a doe, picking her way gracefully through the underbrush and nuzzling at the wild raspberries that edge the perimeter of the clearing.

He wonders, as he always does, whether [y/n] will come, or whether she’s realized what he has always known: that she is wasting her life chasing a monster, that only one of them had truly needed to throw away their chance at happiness.

He wonders how cruel he must be to keep meeting like this– to crave her presence so viscerally that he cannot bring himself to put a stop to it, even though the ANBU black-ops would surely tear her apart if they knew.

“I’ve missed you”

Though Itachi still feels the initial pang of panic at being caught entirely off-guard, it fades as quickly as it came on, transforming instead into warmth and elation at the sound of [y/n]’s voice. It feels like the first scent of spring after a long and dangerous winter, like the first strummed notes of a symphony, and Itachi turns to search frantically for her through the gaps between the tree-trunks, breaking his stoic composure.

He’s seen her dozens of times over the years, but Itachi still feels as though his lungs and stomach are filled with something far too warm and far too fluttering to not be alive– as though something within him lives only to see her step from the shadows into the golden dusk, to feel her soft hair slip through his fingers as he raises a hand to gently cup [y/n]’s cheek, to smell the gently-floral musk of her shampoo.

“I’ve missed you too, [y/n],” he whispers, unable to stop his hands from traveling down to her shoulders, tracing the curves of her body and settling at her hips. “It’s been too long, I’m so sorry, I–”

His words are choked, and he rushes to explain those past two months: the letters delivered to [y/n] by crows, his jagged handwriting vague and hasty, with messages stating simply that he cannot safely leave the Akatsuki headquarters without arousing suspicion. He needs her to understand that she’s wanted more than he needs to breathe, but [y/n] only smiles and places a cool finger against his lips, shushing him.

“It’s alright,” she reassures. “I know”

At [y/n]’s touch, Itachi presses his fingertips roughly into the softness of her hips, closing the distance between them and smiling as [y/n] lets out the faintest hint of a little gasp, her chest heaving against his own.

“Itachi, I–” [y/n] begins, but her words turn into a soft hum of pleasure as he kisses her, hands moving hungrily up the curve of her back to scratch lightly down her spine, then coming to rest in her hair, tugging gently until she is forced to look up at him through half-lidded eyes. The evening light reflects beautifully off her gorgeous features, the multifaceted hues of her [e/c] eyes too complex and glorious to put into words.

Silently, Itachi draws back, ignoring [y/n]’s whine of protest as his hands rise to slowly undo the clasps of his crimson and black robes. Every movement is agonizing, patient and calculated when he wants nothing more than to tear off her clothes and fuck her senseless, but he persists, addicted to the way she bites her bottom lip and plays idly with the hem of her shirt, as though begging him to lift it over her head.

Finally, he tosses his robe on the ground, glancing down at it dismissively before looking back up at [y/n]. “Lay down,” he orders. “On your back.”

Wordlessly, she obeys, sitting carefully on the fabric before laying back, her gaze imploring him to just touch her, damn it.

Itachi lowers himself at her feet, giving [y/n] a stern glance as she tries to prop herself up on her elbows to see what he’s doing. “Did I say you could get up?” He asks, waiting for [y/n] to comply before adding– “good girl.”

Moving infuriatingly slowly, he hooks his fingers beneath the hem of [y/n]’s pants, dragging them down her thighs and pausing each time she lets out a muffled sound of pleasure or thrusts her hips slightly to help his progress. He remains cool and impassive as her fingers curl desperately in the fabric of his robes, but in truth, Itachi is almost delirious with anticipation at the thought of her fingers grabbing instead at his hair, of her thighs trembling against his shoulders.

Finally, he slips [y/n]’s pants over her feet and discards them carelessly on the ground, placing his hands on the inside of her thighs and forcefully spreading her legs.

“Oh,” [y/n] exclaims, breathless, shifting involuntarily to get closer to her lover– “please, touch me?”

“You’ve waited two months for me,” Itachi whispers, reaching to tug at the lace of her panties without making much of a move to pull them away. “You’re going to have to be a good girl and wait a little longer.”

He brushes his lips over the inside of [y/n]’s thigh, savoring how soft she is, and how she smells: like flowers and freshly-cut grass and summer sweat– and she squirms deliciously at his touch, whining with frustration when he pulls back and lets the tips of his raven-black hair brush against her before continuing.

“Do you think about me when I’m gone?” Itachi asks, kissing lower, his cheek brushing against the edge of her panties.

“Yes,” she breathes– “all the time.”

“Do you think about this?” He drags his tongue along the thin lace of her panties, tasting her arousal where it soaks through the fabric, and is rewarded with a cry of pleasure as [y/n] arches her back and grabs a fistful of his hair.

“Y-yes,” she moans. “Yes, always.”

Slowly, Itachi moves the panties aside with two fingers, though he does not touch [y/n] quite yet, his breaths hot and teasing against her exposed skin.

“I think about you too,” he admits, ghosting the tip of his tongue lightly over her slit. “When I’m awake, before I fall asleep, in my dreams. I think about how fucking beautiful you are, and how badly I want you, constantly.”

“Mm, fuck–” [y/n] gasps, closing her eyes and exhaling sharply. “C-come back to Konoha. O-or I’ll leave, and we can run away together.”

“Someday,” Itachi promises, pressing his tongue against [y/n]’s clit and savoring her taste, his eyes fluttering shut as she pulls involuntarily at his hair. “Someday, but not tonight. Tonight, I’m going to fuck you so good, you won’t forget me.”

She opens her mouth to reply– to say something like I could never forget you– but then Itachi slides two fingers inside of her and sucks on her clit, and any semblance of coherent thought is snuffed out like a dying star. Her hips rise from the makeshift bed but he places his free hand on her stomach, forcing her down onto her back with a muffled “stay.”

He’s got [y/n] reduced to a flushed and gasping mess on his Akatsuki robes, both of her hands now fisting Itachi’s glossy hair, and he’s something of a flushing, gasping mess himself, now– his cock hard and straining against the front of his pants, drool and [y/n]’s wetness running down his chin as he brings [y/n] closer to the edge with his tongue.

“Please,” she begs– “please fuck me, I want– I want all of you,” and the hitch at the end of her sentence tells Itachi she’s getting close.

He does not reply– just keeps going, speeding up a bit until she lets go of his hair to clap a hand over her mouth, thighs tensing around his head as she presses desperately against the sheets. She moans something into her open palm, and Itachi cannot tell what she is saying, but he knows what he hopes it is: I love you, I need you, you need me too– right?

The sun has finished setting, and soft moonlight reflects off [y/n]’s face as Itachi sits up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he gazes down at her– the beads of sweat dotting her forehead, the erratic rise and fall of her chest as she struggles to catch her breath, the messy [h/c] locks stuck to her cheeks and billowing in contrast with his robes.

“Let me return the favor,” she offers, smiling at him through a haze of pleasure as she moves to sit up, but Itachi shakes his head.

“No, [y/n],” he says sternly. “Tonight is about you. Lay down, do not make me ask again.”

Though the night is pleasantly cool, Itachi feels almost unbearably hot in his thin shirt and pants, frantic to tear them off and fuck [y/n] in earnest– to pound her into the sheets until she’s senseless and moaning his name, over and over and over. He pulls off his shirt, then shoves his pants down his hips, not bothering to take them all the way off.

[y/n] moves to remove her own shirt, but Itachi gently closes his finger around her wrist, guiding her hand to rest at her side. “I’ll do that,” he murmurs, sliding his hands beneath the hem of her top and savoring the dip of her waist and the swell of her breasts beneath dark fabric. Slowly, methodically, he pulls the garment over her head, then sits back to examine his handiwork.

“You’re so beautiful,” Itachi whispers, tilting his head to examine the silver glow of moonlight, and the way it illuminates the intricacies of her figure as though she were a work of art– “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it. Like an angel, like–”

“Like your angel?“

It’s an innocuous question, phrased almost as a joke, but it causes something inside of him to tip over the edge. With a sharp exhale, Itachi takes [y/n] by the hips and slides her towards him, grabbing his cock and lining it up with her entrance. He had meant to take it slow– to tease her to the point of near-insanity, until she was begging and whimpering– but his self-restraint crumbles the moment he slides his tip in and [y/n] clenches around him in response, her lips parting in a delicious little moan.

“Fuck,” he groans, ramming his length inside of her and letting out a shaky gasp. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good.”

She responds by pulling him down on top of her, grasping at his hair and running her fingernails down his chest as she kisses him sloppily, interspersed with little yelps as he pounds into her, hard and fast and hungry.

“You’re so good to me, so obedient,” he continues, placing a hand on her waist to hold her steady as he switches his rhythm from the erratic, desperate thrusts he’d started with to something rhythmic but no less needy, feeling her pulsate around him as he shoves so deep inside of her, his hips press up against the underside of her thighs. “I need you,” Itachi moans, kissing along her jawline, down the side of her neck, biting at her collarbones. His voice is low and heavy with arousal, and the hand at [y/n]’s waist presses into her flesh with such fervor, it’s almost painful. “I need you so fucking bad, you’re mine.”

“All yours,” [y/n] reassures, wrapping her legs around his waist, her words punctuated with the occasional stifled moan– “all yours, I’m gonna– fuck – gonna take care of you.”

All that matters is her breaths against his ear, and the way her skin tastes: salty and sweet and floral, and the fact that she’s moaning his name and digging her fingertips into his chest. He fucks her a little harder, and a little faster, and is rewarded with a muttered oh, god as she thrusts against him, teetering on the edge of a precipice. He wonders, somewhere in the back of his mind, why any of it matters at all– the Akatsuki and his plans, revenge and death and the prevention of the inevitable– when what he cares about most is here beneath him, and she’s so fucking perfect.

“Tell me you love me,” he orders, trying to sound authoritative instead of pathetic.

“I love you,” [y/n] obliges, pulling him closer. “I love you more than anything, Itachi Uchiha. I’ll – god– I’ll wait for you, die for you– whatever it takes.”

He groans into her dip between her neck and her collarbones, then pulls back to kiss her on the mouth, as though he can taste the words she’s just spoken: wonderful and earnest and better than he could have hoped. “I love you too,” he says, breathing the air from her lungs– “I love you.”

“I-I’m gonna–” [y/n] gasps, grabbing Itachi’s hips in an attempt to force his cock even deeper inside of her.

“Are you going to cum for me?” He asks, smiling against her lips. “Good girl,”

The hand on her hips moves between her legs and she tilts her head back, no longer able to keep kissing him as any iota of thought and control gives way to ecstasy. He feels her walls clench around him, once, twice– and this pushes Itachi over the edge as well, crying out her name as he finishes inside her.

For several heartbeats, neither of them can move, their chests rising and falling as they struggle to breathe.

“You’re perfect, you know that?” He whispers, letting out a low laugh and looking down at her face, tinged pink, eyes still half-shut.

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

[uchiha-itachi-amaterasu]

"One crow was flying aiming at the sky. An ominous jet-black arm was coiling around his leg. The darkness was trying to tie him to the earth. No matter how much he tried to struggle, the clinging arm kept pulling him forcefully. The sky was drifting from him. A bloody tear escaped from the crow’s eye..."

Itachi shinden

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I Won't Let You Die (ShiIta)

Finally wrote something again wooo, so here I come with Naruto Shippuden content :)

Enjoy :]

TW: Safe/Soft Vore, kinda unwilling prey, attemted suicide, talk about eyes being taken out

Shisui was saved by Itachi just in time, being taken away from the anbus led by Danzo, who had stolen his right eye.

“Itachi… I thought you were… on a mission…” he said.exhausted, while looking at Itachi. “I felt like something was wrong so… I decided to come back..” he responded, clearly worried about his friend.

“I'm glad…” Shisui said as he looked at him with a small, slight smile. “I'm sorry for the inconvenience…” Itachi only shook his head. “You need to rest Shisui-…” “I need to talk to you first, Itachi…” He interrupted, clearly implying that it was important.

Itachi nodded, understanding his friend. Shisui guided him to a cliff that ended in a river and turned to Itachi. "It seems that there will be no way to stop the clan's coup... Just when I was going to start the mission, Danzo stole my right eye so I can no longer use the Kotoamatsukami" he said.

“If the other villages find out about the Uchiha rebellion, they could invade us and it would be an all-out war… And that would have big consequences”...

He let out a small sigh before looking at Itachi. "Danzo didn't trust me to stop the coup so he will surely come for my left eye, that's why I will give it to you.." he continued as he took out his left eye and handed it to Itachi, who placed it in one of his crows.

“I can only trust you, my best friend. Protect our village and the name of the Uchiha..” “I have accepted it.. What will you do now…?” Itachi asked him, still a little worried. “Who knows if my death will change the situation a little… I have already left a note…”

Itachi's eyes widened in socks. “Wait, Shisui…-!” “Don't stop me Itachi…!” Shisui said, prepared to fall backwards, when in a second he felt slightly nauseous, falling to his knees before being picked up and held by hands larger than him.

“...Itachi...? Why…-?" "..I won't let you die Shisui..." Itachi interrupted before placing the ninja reduced to 4 inches into his mouth. He held him in for a few seconds before swallowing, feeling him go down his throat and into his stomach a few moments later.

Shisui let out a slight sigh as he settled into the warm, soft spot, leaning against one of the stomach walls. He didn't think Itachi would use that jutsu to prevent his death. He looked around trying to remember what his friend's stomach looked like, mostly because he couldn't see it since he didn't have the eyes to see, keeping his eyelids closed.

After a brief moment to make sure Shisui was alright, he quickly headed towards the Hokage, but not before picking up Shisui's note, since it would be pointless leaving it there if Shisui was going to survive. He explained the situation to the Third, who said that he would take action against Danzo and that they’ll regain Shisui's right eye.

After a few days they managed to recover Shisui's eye and transplanted both of his eyes back. With that resolved, Shisui was able to put his clan under the genjutsu they had planned to put on them to postpone the rebellion and be able to reach an agreement with them later.

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The sky was clear and the breeze was blowing gently. Shisui let out a soft sigh as he looked at the sky, looking back when he heard someone approaching. “Hey, Itachi…” he said with a slight smile. The other Uchiha waved back and sat next to him.

"You know... You didn't have to go to the point of commit suicide, Shisui... Even if it was for our village and the clan..." he said softly without looking at his friend.

"I guess I was rushing into thinking that I couldn't get my right eye back and put our clan into genjutsu..." He paused for a moment and looked at Itachi sympathetically, knowing how he felt.

“...I'm sorry, Itachi…” This time he did look at Shisui, sighing slightly before giving a small smile. “Just promise me you won't do something like that again without considering other options, okay?”

Shisui gave a small laugh before smiling again. "Alright Itachi, I promise." He paused for a moment before looking at Itachi with a raised eyebrow.

“By the way, could you do the jutsu thing again? I couldn’t observe my surroundings well during that moment.” Itachi just laughed at the comment. “Okay, when would you like to?”

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Itachi Birthday Story ( Fem Reader X Itachi)

Here is a small story for Itachi's birthday. I hope you enjoy. Itachi and Sasuke deserved so much better..

You were a Jonin ranked shinobi from Konoha and you were taking a break from the shinobi life. Or at least that is what you told everyone. You told them that you were taking some time off to go see family in other villages. Which wasn't totally a lie. Your father was from another village, and had family up in the north . You were leaving Konoha. As of late you had felt a heavy shift in Konoha, and you only stayed for one reason.

Itachi had asked you too. You were Itachi's eyes in the village, and would send him messages every so often. You wrote to Itachi telling him of what was happening with the village, and what Sasuke was doing in his current time with Team 7. Because of that Itachi knew Sasuke was on a team with Naruto, and Sakura Haruno. Itachi was also aware that Kakashi Hatake was Sasuke's sensei. But now you felt like your time in the village was over. You loved Konoha with all of your heart. You were born , and raised in this village. Even after the death of the Third Hokage your trust in your goverment had started to wane. The atmosphere in the village had become heavy. Itachi had asked you to stay up until Sasuke left to find his brother. And you had. After Lady Tsundae's coronation as Hokage , Sasuke had left the village. You didn't tell anyone where you were going. In fact you hadn't for the last two years. When not on missions you and Itachi met up at least once a month. Itachi would summon you, and you both met up. But after several discussions it was your choice to follow your heart. Of course Itachi tried to talk you out of it. But you were firm in your choice. It wasn't that Itachi didn't trust your skills. As long as Itachi knew you he knew you were a excellent shinobi. But Itachi had many enemies that could do serious harm to you. Even so you didn't falter.

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It was June 9th when you left the village. You remembered it was also Itachi's birthday. Even when he didn't seem to care for his own birthday. You still remembered. When you left it was night with a dark inky sky filled with stars, and a half moon. You walked through the village only stopping to get a small present for Itachi. You quickly left before anyone noticed you, and you headed towards the path going towards the only entrances and exit to the village. You didn't look back as you passed through the gates leading out of Konoha you were met by a loud call of a crow. A crow sat in one of the trees outside the gate. Your large black bird escort flew off its perch, and into the sky leading you to where you would meet Itachi. Even now Itachi was cautious knowing the life you had chosen to be with him. The life of a rouge wasn't going to be easy. You knew many would call you a traitor to the village. Continuing through the dead of night the crow you were following stopped flying into a tree. You found Itachi standing on the edge of the cliff that over looked the village. You didn't need to say anything as you approched him. Once you both were standing side by side did Itachi finally say something. " Are you sure ? " Itachi asked something you had heard several times after you asked him to come with him. " Yes." You answer. You feel a arm pull you towards Itachi as you both continue to look down at the village. It could be the last time that you ever saw Konoha, but it was important that you left. You knew Itachi didn't have long in this world, and you knew that your time together would be short. But you still loved him, and wanted to be there with him until that day came. Seeing you were still serious you both stepped away from the over view of the village. But you don't go very far as you both find a place to sit down. Itachi had already traveled a good distance to come and get you. And it was a good time for you to give him your present. " You didn't have to get me anything.. I have what I need now." Itachi told you . " Then I might have to eat these without you. " you tease Itachi as you take out a package of dango you had picked up earlier. You giggled until you felt a tap on your head when you looke back at Itachi. Finally you both share Itachi's birthday treat. You both are smiling at one another and Itachi kisses you forehead. " Come . We have much to do. Once that is done we can celebrate. " Itachi tells you taking your hand leading you into the night leaving Konoha behind. You both travel until you come upon a small village and stop at the inn to rest for the night. It also gave you, and Itachi a chance to have a meal, and Itachi's birthday dangos you had gotten him in Konoha. In exchange Itachi also gave you a gift. Something that would symoblize to those around you that you were Itachi's now, and forever. It was dangerous for you to be wearing a Uchiha crest, but Itachi had gotten you a necklace with a gem that was half red, and half white. " Will you be mine forever ? " Itachi asked. " Yes.' You answer holding the necklace in your hands before he took it from you, and placed it around your neck. " I love you. " you said to Itachi " And I love you. I may not always show it but know I'll always love you ." Itachi answered you as you both fall into a kiss. You felt Itachi pick you up and carry you to the futon waiting for the both of you. " Ready ?" Itachi asked you. " Yes." you answered. " Itachi.. " " Hm ? " Itachi questions. " Thank you for being born today." you say as he kisses you again celebrating your union.

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Itachi's vision had been weakening, and it was getting to an alarming point. He had traced Sasuke's chakra to a pile of rubble surrounding a massive clay pit, likely Orochimaru's hideout.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted familiarly black hair.

"...Little brother."

Sai turned around and froze-- that couldn't be, could it? Itachi Uchiha. S-ranked mercenary and clan-killer, prodigy of the Leaf. Confusing him for...Sasuke? Sai's heart dropped, but he couldn't understand the feeling. Naruto's face appeared in his mind, and his chest started to hurt. Oh. It was envy. If he was Sasuke, Naruto would smile more. Naruto might even smile at him.

He sighed, "I'm not--"

All of a sudden, Itachi dispersed into crows has his eyes bled into the ground. The sky ripped itself apart and white slime oozed through its tears, then faded to black. Sai blinked. Suddenly the sky was red and the sun was black, sharingan swirling throughout the sky like clouds. It was just his luck to get caught in an Uchiha genjutsu for the second time in one day. At least he hadn't eaten yet, so he only dry heaved instead of throwing up the contents of his stomach.

"I can see the chakra of Danzo's seal in you. Tell me your intentions and I may show you mercy."

Itachi's voice came from inside his mind and all around him. It was oddly soothing. His face replaced Naruto's within Sai's mind. Sai felt himself drawn to Itachi, wanting to bear what he knew of his soul to make Itachi smile. What would his smile look like?

"I'm called Sai. I was initially sent by Danzo to assassinate Sasuke, but Naruto's heart convinced me to choose my own path. A path that is more...that has more feeling..." he said as he glanced up, suddenly coming face to face with Itachi. Close-up, he was devastatingly handsome and sad. Sai felt his heart react to him. He couldn't understand the emotion, and it scared him.

Itachi did not blink, taking in everything about Sai's appearance. He really did resemble Sasuke, but in an eerie way. There had to be something nefarious afoot, but "Sai"'s mind gave no information beyond a certain level of emptiness. A lack of self. Itachi could relate, but he could not trust the boy. He fought the urge to wince as he sent a kunai through Sai's shoulder, watching as a face too similar to Sasuke's the night of the massacre appeared on this boy's face.

Itachi sighed, mirroring Sai's own desolation.

"You will come with me. I cannot allow you to become a liability."

Sai's heart jumped. It raced. Perhaps he could find himself in the reminants of Sasuke's life after all.

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[gurengan]

The genius of the Uchiha clan and heir to their clan, Uchiha Itachi, was a young boy who wasn’t exactly your typical child. He was quite strange, actually, but there was something about him that made Izumi feel funny inside. Not knowing what it exactly was, she wanted to get to know him better. Why? She wasn’t sure. Usually, she didn’t care much for boys like the other girls did. Izumi was a bit strange herself, with funny hobbies others would mock her for. Would he also have funny hobbies, or hobbies at all? Was his favourite desert three-coloured-dango’s too? Probably not. 

Izumi leaned with her elbow on her desk and rested her head in the palm of her hand. She wiggled her pencil in her other hand as she stared at the girls glued to the windows. Exclaiming Itachi’s name in the hope he’d look up at them. He never did, actually. At least, not that she could remember. No. He was most often caught in his super-secret private place! What sky would that place have? Blue, red, or green? No! Purple, for sure. Izumi loved purple! What about purple with red? Suddenly, her eyes started to glistening, and she pulled a set of crayons out of her bag and started to colour the sky she imagined in Itachi’s place. She was quite good at drawing, and the transition from purple to red was subtle. MHMM! It didn’t take her too long before she finished it. 

Quickly, she stood up from behind her desk and grabbed the paper on which she had drawn. Their break wasn’t over yet, and she decided to look for Itachi to show him the sky she imagined. Rushing through the corridors in search of the genius, it wasn’t easy to find him, as he wondered off anywhere. She asked around for a bit before she decided to follow the sound of cawing crows. There was a strange link between Itachi and crows. Wait, should she have drawn crows in the sky? Yea, she should've! No problem! She sat down and dirtied her finger, adding the crows from the dark red to the light purple. There, finished! A real artist could work with anything—at least, that’s what her father used to say. He was right, though! 

Just like she thought, the cawing led her to Itachi! Hah. He probably already noticed her, even though he seemed to be pretending not to. Izumi just walked up to him and held the drawing she made in front of him. “Does your sky look like this? I mean, the sky in your super-secret private place?” Izumi asked curiously. It suddenly dawned on her—what a dumb question considering it was his super-secret private place...

“Uh...”

@kiigan

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How about : “You look like you could use a hug.”

For Shisui and Gai?

(Gai would give the best hugs and i will die on this hill)

xoxo ~

#60- "You look like you could use a hug."

It wasn't a question, just an observation, and it wasn't shouted loud enough for the other side of the village to hear. In fact, if Shisui hadn't been facing Gai when he'd said it, he'd be tempted to think he'd imagined it.

And yet-

Shisui slowly lowered the water bottle from his mouth and replaced the screw cap. "I'm sorry, what?"

Gai didn't backpedal, not that Shisui had expected him to. He didn't flash a beaming smile either, though, and there was no thumbs up or passive genjutsu of a sunset glinting behind him. In fact... Gai looked remarkably serious.

Shisui wasn't one of those idiots who looked at people's facade, their eccentricities, and wrote them off as the character they often presented. Gai was his Nice Guy persona as much as he wasn't, he did feel anger and the 'uglier' emotions and he did indulge in periods of introspection and quiet. He wouldn't be Kakashi's oldest friend if the two couldn't navigate some kind of middle ground on occasion.

"You look like you need a hug, Shisui-san. As your friend and training companion, I would offer my services in this regard."

And there was a bit more of the usual Gai. It made Shisui's wrong-footed uncertainty more bearable. It made taking that step closer that bit easier.

"Oh. Well-"

Shisui, normally, might've said something to smooth this all over. A deflection, maybe suggesting that Gai was looking to grapple, or accepting the offer with a friendly grin and a line about never turning down his friends. Because Shisui wasn't touch-adverse like many Shinobi, he wasn't touch-starved like Kakashi or Tenzo; he'd looked out for Itachi and Sasuke all their lives, and reaching out to hold them had been a big part of that. He had plenty of demonstrative friends, ANBU Squads were often tactile together whilst avoiding others, and Inoichi had never shied from being affectionate over the years. Shisui's Crows preened him too.

But-

"I'd- ah, appreciate that, Gai."

It had been an extremely long week. Gai, for all of his - literal - flowery metaphors, was very astute. He was also built like a brick shithouse and Shisui very much needed to not feel like he was holding up the sky at the moment.

Gai grinned. He didn't lunge forwards, didn't swing Shisui up like a performance of affection; he stepped into his space, one arm slipping around Shisui's waist whilst the other wrapped diagonally across his back from over the opposite shoulder. His grip wasn't ribcracking but, instead, solid and reassuring.

There was no other possible response than to melt into it. Which was exactly what Shisui did.

Gai, as Shisui suspected he was also, was damp with sweat and smelled of that mingled with mud and grass from their taijutsu practice. It was still cool out, the kind of day that would've demanded a jacket if they hadn't been exercising, so the heat Gai surrounded Shisui with was pleasant instead of unbearable.

In all honestly, the hug wasn't magical, it wasn't the hug to revolutionise all hugs, yet-

There was a strength to Gai's hold on him, arms banded less like a cage and more like the reassuring fortification of a good bridge underfoot. With one arm over and the other under, Gai had also managed an illusion of security. Cocking his head, Shisui realised that Gai's bicep was perfectly positioned to cushion his cheek and, with an appreciative hum, brought his own arms up to mirror Gai's grasp.

Fuck, but Gai was a damn good hugger.

Shisui shouldn't have been surprised by this. He shouldn't have been.

"You give great hugs."

Shisui felt Gai perk up, but his grip never veered into too much and his voice, when he responded, didn't deafen Shisui in one ear.

"I'm glad you find the experience enjoyable, Shisui-san! Indeed, everyone deserves the simple pleasure of physical comfort!"

Well, Shisui definitely wasn't arguing.

[musesofchaos]

@reddawnmultimuse from here

Fill him.

Itachi can feel his face getting hot as he stared wide eyed at his ex Akatsuki commrade. Wait, why was this- no. No, he shouldn't be turned on right now! Especially not by Sasori! "I..." The Uchiha's stumbling over his words and he hates it. "W-Why would I let you do that?"

[taleofbijuugakure]

Shinobi Academy Graduation Week.

After Naruto fled Konoha, his existence was almost erased from the memory of all the villagers… but, emphasis on the almost, because some people still remember him…

Hyuuga clan house:

Inside the home of this noble clan, a person who was once saved by Naruto still remembers his existence, his name Hyuuga Hinata …

Hinata:-"… ( Sigh )…"

She finds herself looking into the emptiness thoughtfully.

Hanabi:-"… Nee-san, how are you ?… "

Hinata:-"… H-Hanabi-chan, e-everything is fine, I just had my head in the clouds… "

Hanabi:-"… Nee-san, can you train with me later ?… "

Hinata:-"… Of course, I help you train sister… "

After Hanabi leaves, Hinata returns to her thoughts, they take her to the past, to a winter, when she was almost the same age as Hanabi is now, some boys bullied her and called her monster, the reason?…, her Byakugan, she was crying with sadness, when, a blond boy, with a green visor, red scarf and orange and white blouse, appears to protect her, he gets beaten up and gets all hurt, yet the first thing he says is…

???:-"… Are you okay ?… "

But, before she can help him, a Shinobi of her own clan arrives and takes her away from him, she can barely thank or apologize…

A few months later, at the Academy…

Iruka taught a class, even sent a question to the students…

Iruka:-"… If the moon were to hit the earth today, who would be the last person you would like to be with seriously ?, write your answer on your sheet of paper…"

On her sheet of paper, she writes the name Uzumaki…

Hinata:-"… ( Sigh )… Naruto… "

Haruno House:

Another person who remembers the name Uzumaki Naruto is a girl named Haruno Sakura, no matter how hard she tried, such a scandalous boy, do not leave her memories …

( Naruto:-"… YOU'LL SEE I WILL TURN THE HOKAGE DATTEBAYO !!!… " )

Sakura is looking at the sky, through her window when that memory comes back, she takes a strand of her long hair from her face, breathes deeply, and wonders …

Sakura:-"… What is it ?… what is it happened… to that scandalous and stupid boy who wanted to be Hokage ?… is it… is he okay ?… "

Uchiha clan apartment:

This is the third and last person who remembers the existence of Naruto, in his only comes a boring boy who pestered everyone with his screams and mischief.

Sasuke:-"… Pfff… What end did that idiot take ?… "

A few weeks later …

Team 7 had been formed, the Genins under Kakashi's tutelage are Sasuke, Sakura and Hinata, it had been a few weeks since they had only been doing Rank C & D missions, when to their surprise, Sandaime gave them a Rank B mission: transporting a load from Konoha to Tanigakure ( Hidden Village of the Valleys) located in Kawa no Kuni ( Hidden Village of the Rivers ), after preparing they depart towards Tanigakure, soon after that Hiruzen enters his room, there is a crow of Itachi with a Genjutsu-message, after being activated, Itachi reports that the now ten individuals, were already a few days in the Land of rivers and that their stop was for sure the Village of the valleys, the Shinobi of the hunting group were heading in that direction…

Hiruzen:-"… That's going to be complicating things… "

To be continued…

[maddmuses]

Itachi Uchiha, 6th Seat of Division 2

"Knowledge and awareness are vague, and perhaps better called illusions. Everyone lives within their own subjective interpretation."

Source

Affiliation(s): The Gotei 13, Second Division, Onmitsukidō, The Uchiha Clan Rank: 6th Seat, Detention Unit Guard (Formerly), Executive Militia (Squadron Field Leader) Date of Birth: June 9th Place of Birth: Uchiha Compound, Rukongai District #6 Shuku (Vermilion Sky)

Biography Son of the head of the Uchiha Clan, a lineage of souls with a unique mutation that caused their eyes to possess unique powers, which often influenced the powers of their Zanpakuto releases, Itachi was born in a holding separate from the main Uchiha territories, outside of the seireitei, with intent to evade foul play if it were attempted. Being a clan that frequently plays into the political interplay of the soul nobility, a new heir being born was a natural opportunity for anyone who might seek to hurt the clan in the long-term.

Accordingly, Itachi wasn’t brought into the seireitei properly until he was five years-old, not long after his younger brother’s birth. Summarily, he would begin training to join the Onmitsukidō the next year, excelling particularly in shunpo and hakuda, developing a fighting style which featured the use of kunai and shuriken. During his time in the academy Itachi would befriend an older cousin of his named Shisui Uchiha, who was well-known for his unique “Body Flicker” shunpo technique.

Due in part to the fact that he was growing so quickly in terms of ability, Itachi was then further allowed to enroll into the Shin’ō Academy while his stealth training was ongoing. Eventually he would graduate and enter into the Onmitsukidō during the early 1800s, and work his way through the ranks both in the stealth force, and 2nd Division, presently being the highest-ranked member of the Uchiha Clan within the Gotei 13. Initially his skill in hakuda, and the apparent lack of a need for a Zanpakuto (his shikai manifests as a conscious bird) made for an effective member of the Detention Unit. Coming upon the restructure when Soifon took leadership of the Second, though, Itachi would be moved into the Executive Militia as a lesser officer.

Abilities and Skills Lieutenant-Level Shinigami: Despite his actual rank, Itachi is a fairly powerful Shinigami who can often be considered to be on-par with lieutenants, rather than his higher-seated contemporaries. Itachi’s actual ability is often downplay and reserved with intent to avoid the depths of his power being revealed to the general population. For one, killing other pluses is outside of Itachi’s preferred focus of service, but furthermore feeling that as a member of Stealth Force, and the future heir of a prominent political clan, he shouldn’t tilt his hand fully. -Shunpo Master: A high-speed user of flash steps, Itachi knows a fair few techniques, though one he favors is one invented by his best friend Shisui, flickering his movement by rapidly slowing and speeding his steps to bait opponents into falling for various feints and fakes. By combining this with his crows, he’s developed a variation that makes him also appear to be flying and a tangled mass among those crows. -Hakudo Expert: Consistent with his former position as a Maggot’s Nest guard, Itachi is a highly-skilled user of hand-to-hand combat, though not as accomplished as other guards. The reason he can get away with this is because of his zanpakuto’s released state being a bird, rather than a weapon which could be potentially used against him. -Zanpakuto Expert: Receiving training in traditional kendo through the shinigami academy, he further has spent time perfecting his fundamentals with the sword, though Itachi’s preferred methods of combat include various small weapons which he might throw, and hand-to-hand combat. Upon the release of his Shikai, though, Itachi rarely finds time or ability to practice with his zanpakuto. -Kidō Master: Intellectually keen and studious, Itachi is capable of learning numerous kidō, and quickly took to casting mid-level incantations prior to his departure from the academy. The sheer volume of his kido knowledge seems to have been absorbed via use of his Sharingan’s ability to duplicate spirit-based techniques and attacks, allowing him to grow quickly in this discipline. -High Spiritual Pressure: Of a typical level for a lieutenant in the Gotei 13, Itachi’s actual reserves of power are somewhat limited, which can force him to be more than a bit conservative with his use of Kido and releases.

Uchiha Jutsu: A unique catalog of techniques and abilities passed down through the Shinigami-members of the Uchiha clan which can be used to synergize with and enhance their abilities. Though they seem simple in comparison to the various higher-complexity ones of kidō it is ultimately more about their implementation. The most iconic of these techniques are a series which allow Itachi to breathe fire to a number of degrees of intensity, distances, and volumes.

Sharingan: A mutation unique to souls of the Uchiha clan, when a member of the noble clan experiences a significant emotional stress or trigger, their spiritual energy manifests this change. Sharingan have a number of effects, but the most key for most members of the clan are: The eye of insight, the eye of hypnosis, and generally some sort of enhancement to a zanpakuto’s releases and/or powers. Itachi’s sharingan is able to remain active indefinitely, unless he has specifically become fatigued or injured, and moreso it seems that Itachi’s sharingan is able to support his shikai, keeping it released near-constantly along with his eyes. Mangekyou Sharingan: An even rarer evolution of the Sharingan mutation, the Mangekyou comes about with an even more extreme emotional trigger, usually linked to love and/or death. Each Mangekyou Sharingan not only enhances a Shinigami’s releases, pushing them to new heights, but also a number of other unique abilities. Itachi’s specifically allows him to conjure and extinguish the black flames of Amaterasu.

Tsukuyomi: Itachi’s zanpakuto traditionally takes the form of a chokuto with a cloud-shaped crossguard and black wrappings over a red hilt. Its command phrase is “Rise” at which point the entirety of the sword seems to dissipate into a black mist-like substance. Once the sword has disappeared a crow will appear either inconspicuously on Itachi’s shoulder, or noticeably it will morph itself from the fabric of his shihakusho.  Shikai Ability: When Itachi is able to force contact with his shikai, or those of his crow, he may initiate what is called his “Infinite Hypnosis”. Infinite Hypnosis is a type of illusion in which Itachi can design the conditions and reality that his victim experiences, as well as modulate their perception of time, so that years can pass within the illusion, while seconds pass outside of it. Those who experience damage, terror, or trauma within the illusion experience it psychologically, potentially tricking their bodies into compensating and reacting as if it had, in particularly extreme cases. The complexity and (internal) duration of Infinite Hypnosis can draw on Itachi’s reishi reserves, depleting it rather quickly if used injudiciously.  While his shikai is released, if a surface is the same color of vermillion as his sharingan, and Itachi’s Sharingan is active, Itachi can imbue a “reflection” of his Tsukuyomi onto whatever surface possesses that color. These reflections essentially serve as a proxy for his crow’s eyes, as well as his own sharingan, allowing there to be more instances which a potential target may be captured. Itachi’s eyes only need to make contact with the surface briefly in order for it to become a reflection, and this may only function for as long as the hue is correct, this is determined as one of his favored uses in a desperate moment is to use the vermillion color of the sky at sunset to capture opponents. The more complex and numerous the reflections that are used to capture a target, however, the more draining on his spiritual energy Infinite Hypnosis can be. -Tsukuyomi Mangekyou: A further-enhanced version of his shikai, when his shikai is used in-conjunction with his Mangekyou sharingan, Itachi becomes able to conjure numerous crows, and even divide his body among them to move quickly, and safely, in a swarm. Furthermore, the illusions of his Infinite Hypnosis become functionally real, though he cannot use them to age a target, any suffering inflicted during it is very real. While this cannot kill an opponent directly, it can all but do this to them by pushing them to the brink. When Infinite Hypnosis is used in this fashion, Itachi’s eyes will begin to bleed, and his zanpakuto sealed until he next rests. If he continues to push his eyes in this condition he can damage his vision permanently. Similarly to the baseline, the more real-world damage done to a target via this use of Infinite Hypnosis drains Itachi, and strains his eyes, even further.

[st4rbwrry]

picasso. itachi uchiha.

. . . fem!reader, fingering, sweet talk, mention of body insecurity, body appraisal, eye contact, pleasure!dom, pet names ꒰ sweet girl, baby, sweetheart ꒱, painter!itachi, reader is spread on an easel ꒰ picasso, ik ꒱, black coded, cunninglingus, face ejaculation, jack and rose type beat, drabble.

itachi loved to paint. usually, sunday’s were the days he’d find tranquility in brewing coffee just when the sky transitioned from orange and pink to bright baby blue into morning. most of the time you were flipping pancakes while he sat in the living room at his easel by the fireplace considering this house got cold a lot. he needed his coffee before he crafted, the only thing allowing him to keep a clear head. when you brought him a plate of fluffy gold stacks trickling with maple syrup, he stands to press a kiss to your cheek, oval clear glasses on his face grazing your cheekbone. whenever he’s too focused he never eats all his food. seeing him sit on his chair, somehow always appearing irresistibly attractive. every passing second you took advantage of admiring just how beautiful he was. his chest sculpted dauntingly, each curve of his hips sharp and protruding. his face structure, chestnut eyes, and the dark softness that was his hair. you veritably couldn't decide what part of him was your favorite.

   at the moment, you sashayed around his apartment, bare feet hitting along the marble tile, a glass of wine in your hand as you made your way back to itachi, admiring his shirtless self from afar as he delicately moved the brush along the easel he was painting on, using ravishing watercolors only. a cigar hung from his dewy lips, ashes dropping on the carpet underneath him, pendant necklace dangling from his neck as it admirably sat in between his chest, eyeing the artistically inked tattoo of crows going up his spine. his long hair curls slightly around his strong jaw, even neck.

you try not to interrupt his concentration, taking a seat on the couch to finish up an essay for class you had due at midnight. only a sheet draped around your half naked body after heat picked up in the area from the fireplace. the atmosphere was calm. lights dimmed and scattered scented candles exhibiting scents of strawberry to apple. two paragraphs in and you’re already stuck. sighing to yourself and deciding to check on his progress, apparently getting some way more than you. you mean forward to catch a peak, blinking at what he chose for today’s craft.

  it was eye-catching, ravishing, even. a woman's legs were spread apart, knees cutting off at the edges of the paper. naked as she laid on a garden of red roses, her soft hand lying on her stomach almost as if she was debating whether or not to touch herself. her head knocked back, neck strained, and it appeared as if she had been gasping for air. you loved it, even in its unfinished form. itachi sets his brush down, gazing over the canvas to glare at you, running a hand through his hair and wrinkling his nose before setting his palms on his jean-covered legs, noticing your typing had died low. you cleared your throat, moving your feet along the other, gold ankle bracelet gently caressing your skin while you took another sip and stared at him.

“are you finished?”

he’s silent, scanning you from head to toe before he’s standing on his feet, tall, slender frame coming your way. he gets an idea, humming and stopping in his tracks before he exits the room. you raise your brows with confusion. not two minutes after he’s coming out with a blank canvas, same size as your body if not bigger. itachi scans the floor beneath him, laying it flat down and then he’s coming back to you.

“c’mere,” the rasp in your voice makes you swallow, itachi pulling you to your feet when he grabs your delicate hands. your face grows hot instantly when he pulls the sheet off your body to reveal your bare chest, only dressed in cotton floral panties. the rings on his left hand are cold on your hips as he pulls your clueless self towards the easel.

“want you to lay here for me. just got an idea.”

“um, okay.”

itachi finds you stunning as you lay on your back above the white canvas, eyes wide with curiosity as they stare at him. waiting. your plump lips suck inward into your mouth, shy about being exposed like this. goosebumps arise on your skin as you watch his eyes grow darker. nipples taut, itachi in love with the perkiness of them. it’d truly be a crime not to draw you. you clear your throat, making yourself comfortable since you might be in this position for a while, not really sure what he has in store. he makes sure to grab a pillow from the couch to put under your head, elevating you a bit.

“i had an image in my head, but i need to recreate it to get it just the way i need it.”

“is it of me?” you ask, lashes kisses your cheekbones as you blink slowly, watching itachi pull open the curtains to the living room, letting more light enter.

he chuckles. “of course.”

“itachi, i don’t feel comfortable like this,” your insecurities begin to drown in, itachi frowning as you fold your arms around yourself, closing your legs. it’s not like this is the first time he’s seen you naked. he’s done way more than that. there’s also a pattern of when you two do have sex, you’re either always in the dark or under the covers. he wanted to show you that those thoughts in your head were dark taunts you shouldn’t listen to. he loves you for who you are.

itachi gets on his knees in front of you, large hands touching your ankles and pulling your legs apart. “c’mon, let me see you.”

a sigh escapes your lips as you slowly slide your arms off your body, laying them flat by your sides. itachi’s eyes are low under his glasses, smoothing the palms of his hands up and down the front of your thighs. he tries to keep his composure, but he can’t. not when he got that lewd daydream a few minutes ago about you fucking yourself under the sunlight while admiring him.

“look how pretty your skin looks with the sun on it, fuck,” that alone makes your clit jump, itachi’s long dark hair flowing around his face as he focuses on getting your panties off of you. you don’t fight it, the ball in his throat jumping as he croaks, brows furrowed and a hiss leaving his mouth. “look at that, you can see how wet and pretty your pussy is. can’t do that in the dark. or under the sheets.”

it all happens so fast. you’re not sure what overcomes him. but when he’s planting tender kisses and sucking on your inner thighs, the mere sight of seeing him lose himself is—daunting. the pleasure consumes you, raising your knees high as itachi gropes your ass and scoots you further toward him, wetting his lips. the coolness of his rings grazing the mound of your cunt before it’s trailing between your lips, soon sinking in after itachi kisses your clit and spits on your pussy. you squeal, gasping and clutching onto his hair as he watches you. he’s very big on eye contact. gets really upset when you lose focus and has to spank you for you to fall back into it.

“my sweet girl,” his thick tongue is relentless on your engorged clit, shifting your hips to connect his lips closer, itachi smiling at your desperation before, cold necklace sliding against your thigh and you wanted nothing more than to feel it on your chest as he fucked into you as hard as he wanted. you knew it was coming.

   "please,” you whimper, occasional moans leaving your mouth, taking your bottom lip in between your teeth as itachi kisses your pussy, lips slick with your cum. shaky breaths falter from you, coaxing him into widening his mouth to take you entirely in, face so deep his chin gets drenched. smacking his lips in your pussy and grunting from the taste. so, so addictive. it gets you to comply just like that. itachi not the one to sit and listen to complaints.

you’re a little too eager, bucking your hips, barely able to let out a sentence, attempting to speak as he ate and gulped at you messily. shivering intensely and crying out when itachi shook his head along with his tongue, slurping at your puffy clit, knees shaking. he keeps them apart so you can’t clamp them around his head. you whine, his tongue all too good.

“look at me, baby,” itachi has his face in yours now, sharing a chaste kiss with you ass he drills his fingers into you, your face all screwed up and cute. eyes watery. “touch your pussy, do it for me.”

immediately, your hands reaches between to strum your fingers over your clit, breath hitching and your voice shutting out completely, itachi whispering as he continues to stroke his fingers deep, a gruff, ‘there we go, that’s what i like to see’, setting you off completely. cumming hard around his slender fingers he pulls and sinks back in, cooing and embracing your orgasm. by now, the canvas beneath your ass starts to dampen and shred. itachi doesn’t pay it any mind,

vibrations shoot through your legs, heart thrashing as you fall back and relax, unaware of the way itachi frantically undoes the belt he wore, the sound of his zipper echoing in your ears. it registers the moment he’s tapping the head of his cock on your soppy clit, collecting your juices before he’s locking his right hand under the curve of your knee, pinning it down near your elbow.

“slide in really slow,” you paw at his chest, eyes expanding naively. itachi kisses you forehead to let you know he understands. raising slightly off his knees to slide inside, taking him easily considering he prepped you well.

“sweetheart, you have the tightest,” your cunt constricting and tugging at his cock is what makes him lose it entirely. cussing and clenching his jaw as he switched his hips to pound deep into you. driving his cock in and out your slick hole until you’re whimpering, whining—and he’s panting and grunting. glasses fogging up. slamming his skin keenly to your own. “wettest, prettiest pussy.”

itachi’s inhabited so much arousal that he’s feeling the muscles in his abdomen tense and drag him closer to his orgasm. cock sheathing into you, itachi leaning forward to lick over your throat as he moaned, fucking you harsher. you don’t need to say a word for him to know you’re cumming again, his dick giving your cervix sweet kisses, enough to make your walls flex and tighten around him. he throws his head back with a guttural moan, slowly slipping out before climbing by your face, knee on one side of your head while his other foot remains on the floor. fist around his roseate pigmented cock he jerked over your face, thick ropes of cum hitting your cheek, nose, and lips.

“fuck,” he’s spent, eyes rolling back when he slicks his hands on the tip, hips twitching. seeing you lick your lips to taste your gift makes him weakly smile. “prettiest muse.”

itachi loved to paint.

© 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.

[uchihaprodigy]

@kunoichiblossoms​  picked [ MISSION ] :  for  our  muses  to  meet  on  a  mission

The frost of nighttime hasn’t completely dissipated, and yesterday’s blues still streak the sky when Itachi makes his way to the village gates, a pack hanging off his shoulder. To pass time, he paces, mind skimming over the mission brief, sharingan flashing upon retrieval of the memory.

The Konoha team had arrived at their destination according to the mission desk. They had confirmed as such from Sunagakure, who verified delivery of the scroll and the team’s subsequent departure. After that, nothing. Five days had passed and still no word. All clues of their whereabouts dried up somewhere between there and here.

Their mission is a blurred line between rescue and retrieval, which is why he’s going, versatile as he is. There’s one more, a medic, which is fitting considering the rescue aspect. The area where their shinobi went missing is large, the terrain occasionally hostile. A sensor would have been ideal but they’re spread thin and Itachi really is versatile. 

When he hears the sound of light footsteps approaching, he slides on his Anbu mask and turns, gaze shifting towards his other team mate. 

“I’m Crow.” Introductions, formalities, going through the motions. He’s fluent in all perfunctory acts, mundane though they may be. “It’s a three-day trek to Suna. I hope you’ve packed well.” From his bag, he pulls out a second map, one marked with their route and significant landmarks. “We’ll be following the main road for as long as it’s viable.” As is the norm for Itachi, he takes one last look back towards the village before squaring his shoulders. “I’m ready when you are.”

[crowofdreams]

Itachi's S/O is affected by Hanahaki disease.

( Writing on Mobile will modify later)

You contract Hanahaki disease sometime after Itachi leaves after killing his kinsmen. Your heartbroken knowing the person you had affection for had done these things.

Itachi didn't even leave anything behind explaining his actions. Yet you have faith that there was a reason. But you also question if Itachi loved you, and your love was only one sided.

A few nights later. You are on a mission with your team. Everything started out fine , but your ,teammates are. Talking about Itachi. You pull away needing to be alone. Your thinking of Itachi when you feel a strange feeling in your chest.

Yet you still have the strength to continue your mission with your team. The mission you are on was successful, and your team heads back to Konoha.

You, and your team return to Konoha safe, and sound . However that night at home. You feel another ache in your chest, and your nauseous. You think it's just a small cold, and go to bed early.

The next morning you meet your team. You're not feeling well, and your skin is clammy. Your team leader is concerned , and dismisses your team for the day. You start coughing as your teammates help you to the medical center. The next morning you meet your team. You're not feeling well, and your skin is clammy. Your team leader is concerned , and dismisses your team for the day. You start coughing as your teammates help you to the medical center.

" What's that ?" One of your teammates ask only seeing blood and red flower petals.

You end up in the medical center, and you condition starts to worsen.

You end up in the medical center, and you condition starts to worsen. As the flowers grow I your lungs you become sicker. Medics run tests finding you have a bad case of hanahaki disease.

The doctors tell you the diagnosis, and gives you the options. Your love for Itachi is the reason your sick. You learn if the flowers are removed surgically you'll lose your love for Itachi.

You don't want that.

But you continue to grow sicker coughing up blood, and flower petals that blended into the color of your blood. Your friends, and family are worried about you as your condition grows worse. They want you to take the surgical route, but you refuse.

Weeks turn into days, and before you know it its turned into a month. You don't realize , but ever since Itachi left he has been keeping on things happening in the village. Especially Sasuke, and you. A crow that usually sat outside your window finds you in the hospital. The crow watches you for a few moments and realizes this was something bad. It takes off into the sky to find Itachi.

Outside the village the sky is growing darker as Itachi is on route to a mission with Kisame. The two have stopped for a rest , and at a close proximity to the path into the village. Itachi separates from Kisame when the crow he sent to Konoha returns to him.

Managing to sneak in Itachi searches for you. The crow leads Itachi to the medical center. Itachi finds your room, and goes inside. You are hooked to a breathing machine. Your mouth is stained with blood, and red flower beds are growing from behind your ear.

Your skin is paler than the moon outside. You barely register that Itachi is approaching you. But you wake up feeling a hand on your head. Itachi's heartbroken seeing you like this

You go to talk only to cough violently . Full grown flowers, and petals exit your mouth mixed with blood. Instead Itachi sits with you holding you hand.

Itachi strokes your hair, and kisses your forehead while silently apologizing. Itachi looks you in the eyes. Itachi shows you everything. Tears running down your face as Itachi tells, and shows you how he loves you.

While holding you , and showing you a genjutsu. Itachi hold you, and kisses your lips. A smile graces your face as you always knew there was something , but for it to be your own government. Itachi apologizes to you as he has to return.

" But know that I love you no matter what." Itachi tells you.

" I love you too." you say as your breathing becomes stable.

When you wake fully Itachi is gone to rejoin Kisame outside the village. But you have a full understanding of what was going on, and keeps this to yourself.

The medics are relived though as your illness begins to regress. The greenish tint from your skin is gone, and your starting to return to normal. But even being healed from the illness there are some lingering effects.

Returning home you are greeted by a small box on your bed. You smile seeing a necklace inside , and a crow sitting on top of the headboard of your bed. The necklace has a silver chain , and a orb with a red flower in the center.

After the ordeal some things return to normal. You promise to look after Sasuke, and be Itachi's pair of eyes since he can't be in the village.

" One day I'll find you again." you say holding the trinket in your hands.

[abysscronica]

DYDFTS pt.3 [Itachi x reader x Kakashi]

«Y/n-san?»

You stopped and turned to the masked Shinobi you couldn't recognize. The slightest ripple lined your forehead.

«Tobi, isn't it?»

«Yes! I'm glad I finally have the chance to meet you. I heard your healing feels great! Maybe it'll be my turn, some time. Although I really don't want to get hurt...»

The man offered his hand. Your eyes lowered on it, then you offered him a smile instead.

«It's nice to meet you, Tobi. Forgive me, I only willingly touch shinobi I know, or in need of treatment.»

«Oh.» he dropped his hand, a hint of disappointment entering his voice «I guess it's fair. Wow, talking to you really feels like talking to a grownup!»

You blinked, then chuckled.

«Sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.»

«Uh-oh, no ma'm, you didn't!»

«Good. Well, I hope you don't get hurt either, Tobi-kun. In case you do, come to me.»

He nodded enthusiastically.

«Will do! Thanks!»

You tried, for one second, to focus on the sole hole on his mask and make out the glimpse in his eye. All you were met with was darkness.

And, above all, beware the ones I didn't mention.

With a last nod, you took your leave.

In the end, Pain didn't wait for you to carry out your tasks.

His dark projection materialized beside you as soon as you entered the depths of the forest.

It was hard to distinguish within the thick shadows of the trees, yet you could physically feel his violaceous Rinnegans on your skin.

«Aqua.»

He used your epithet to call you, and you stopped, immediately bowing your head.

«Pain-sama.»

There was a pause laden with reprimand and you let go of a long breath.

It was colder. Summer was coming to an end.

«You had orders not to make contact with the enemy. I don't think I need to remind you what it means to be a spy and how easily they become useless.»

You kept your eyes to the ground.

«You don't. I failed you, master. I will accept whatever punishment you'll find adequate.»

The black silhouette flickered.

«Why did you do that?»

«Deidara-kun was about to get killed.»

«It's not your responsibility, nor it's in your power to protect the Akatsuki members.»

«I know.»

«I thought you had better control over your emotions given your profession, Y/n.»

Your limpid irises flicked on his Rinnegans. There wasn't a trace of fear or regret in your gaze.

«I'm only human, Pain-sama.»

Hardly, he thought, eyeing your figure.

Of all the shinobi he had met in his vast experience, you were one of the most unsettling.

War, atrocities and unspeakable sins had deprived toughest warriors of their emotions. Others had shed their feelings in their path to greatness. Afterall, emotions were a hindrance and nothing more for a shinobi. Especially a spy, who moults and infiltrates new environments, gaining the trust of people just to kill them in return.

And then there was you.

The only person associated to Hanzo Pain hadn't eliminated.

He had slaughtered not only the ninja of the former Amegakure leader, but his women, children and servants as well. Anyone that could hold the faintest link to that man.

Except you.

That alone spoke on how dangerous you were.

Not because of your fighting abilities, no. You were a stealth master and an incredible healer, but not much of a fighter. And yet, if the enemy made the mistake to let you talk, the battle was over. Even for him.

It wasn't Genjutsu.

It was pure you.

«I have a new mission for you, Y/n.»

You nodded, listening.

«Infiltrate Konohagakure. Earn the trust of its shinobi, the higher the rank, the better. Memorise the map and all its defences. Grant me access to the village in two months or die.»

The calls of a crow echoed in the distance.

«As you wish, Pain-sama.»

«It's going to rain.»

Itachi glanced at the plumbeous sky.

«Not that I'm complaining.» Kisame added «I like rain. It's good for my skin.»

They moved forward, walking along the fringe of the woods. Now that the sealing of the Ichibi was completed, they had their next target to secure.

A rustle of wind slid through the tops of the trees and Itachi stopped.

«Go ahead.» he said «I'll re-join you later.»

«Itachi-san?»

But the Uchiha didn't bother to further explain himself, calmly crossing the line of vegetation and disappearing from sight.

Kisame shrugged. It wasn't the first time. In the last year or so, Itachi had taken the habit of lingering behind every couple of weeks and reappearing after a few hours, sometimes even an entire day.

Not that it bothered his companion. The raven was always there when necessary, did his job pretty damn well, and, more importantly, never annoyed him.

Yes, he was lucky to have him as a partner.

Without giving it more thought, Kisame resumed his path.

Itachi walked in the thick forest, following the feeble gusts of the wind. He halted in a small clearing, where the trees around were too dense and only darkness filtered through them.

«You can come.»

He just had to blink, and suddenly there you were, standing in front of him.

As a master spy, stealth was one of your major perks and you were only heard if you wanted to. Itachi vaguely wondered if you would even foul him, if it wasn't for the Sharingan.

You smiled, that faint, kind smile that so often graced your features.

«Itachi-san. I'm happy to see you safe.»

He leaned his head forward briefly, in his typical way of both greeting and agreeing, a small gesture that was reserved to few people, maybe none anymore.

A colder breeze blew from West across the foliage and your loose locks, carrying a promise of storm within. Dark nimbuses were sliding fast through the sky.

Itachi moved a lock of raven hair behind his ear and his ring shined in the shadows.

You took a few steps so you could stand right in front of him, inches apart, then raised your hands to his face.

«I'll be gentle.»

Always the same words.

Itachi closed his eyes.

«I know.»

Your fingers brushed against his transparent skin, your fresh touch covering his eyelids.

An imperceptible sigh left his chest when your chakra connected to his, slowly, vessel after vessel. You pushed your own perception inside his, down his channels, behind his eyes, easing the tension of his muscles, unclogging the stenosis, purifying his cells where you could.

Your light hands moved down his face, slowly, tracing the bags on his cheeks, the line of his jaw, the profile of his ears. A lazy glow followed your touch for a few seconds before disappearing.

Your digits proceeded to his nape, then down his neck.

Itachi was not a man to show any kind of emotion, but he couldn't avoid the vague goosebumps underneath your gentle tingling.

Finally, your hands came to a stop on his chest and the glow died off completely. He opened his eyes.

Your gaze was fixed to your nails.

«Tell me.»

You looked at him.

«A few months. It's all I can give you.»

The first, sparse drops of rain started hitting the leaves.

«It's more than enough.»

The backdrop of the rain rose, muffled by the undergrowth of the bush.

You stared into his deep, black eyes.

Not his Sharingans. Never his Sharingans, with you.

They were clear, firm, without an ounce of bitterness.

Are you tired, Itachi-san?

Has the burden inside you finally become too much for you to bear?

It was pouring now, drops bouncing over the vegetation, pattering your head and shoulders. The smell of damp soil fumed in the clearing.

Itachi's fingers came to trace your humid cheeks.

Then he leaned over and pressed his lips against yours.

Pain-sama, I made a mistake.

You wiped the wet locks away from his face and held him close.

No, my master knew this was going to happen. He was counting on it.

Nevertheless, I made a mistake.

Your lips answered with quiet desperation.

But it's too late now.