#hiding from Orochimaru

[quill-q]

Rookie Nine - Let's Hide!

-Chunin exams, second task

[shrimpleasthat77]

Orochimaru is so powerful he’s got his top in his lap how’d he even do that

[spatio-rift]

karin teaching juugo basic chakra control &how to read and write and suigetsu teaching karin hand signs and nature release 🫶

[oh-no-its-bird]

Sakumo being a super popular borderline sex symbol in his era will never stop being my favorite hc, I need to see more of it

All the people his age and younger had a crush on him. It was just a Thing(tm) where 9 times out of 10, a Konoha shinobi's first crush was probably Sakumo. Even other villages young shinobi hung up his bingo book picture above their bunk and dreamed of both killing him, being killed by him (in a hot way), having a battlefield fling with him, and more. There was blackmarket fanfiction. He was incredibly popular among civilians all over fire country. Some popular romance novels had love interests very blatantly based off him.

Even before they were on a team together, Obito and Rin both had a silly kid crush on Kakashi's dad (Obito more than Rin) and he was aware of it. This did not help make him like them any more. (By the time hearing smthn positive ab his dad would have made Kakashi softer, they'd both gotten better at hiding the crush, so to Kakashi it looked like they'd gotten over Sakumo.) Even Minato had a bit of a thing for him, not really but like— strong, popular, feard and very friendly ninja who is now paying him some attention (bc hes his kids teacher) he's not immune. Kushina understands, she is also not immune. (Kakashi is going to throw a fucking fit)

Even after his failed mission, when his reputation crashes and burns within the village, he still can't completely shake his admirers— they possibly just get more disrespectful ab the attraction when it mixes with the hate. (Which tbh could make for an interesting discussion all on its own)

Kakashi is haunted by his father's insane popularity for decades after his death. He does his very best to ignore the lingering evidence of people being insane ab his father.

One day he realizes one of his favorite romance novels has a romance interest based off Sakumo and has a break down ab it and can never read the series again.

When raiding an old abandoned enemy camp w Team Ro, he finds an old, autographed photo of his dad covered in lipstick marks in the communal bathroom. He chooses to ignore it but it's quickly spotted by his teammates, who do not know who Sakumk is, and v quickly begin to remark on the poster, who this mysterious Konoha nin is, and ahaha damn he is kinda good looking, huh? (Kakashi wants to DIE)

Shisui ends up taking the poster back to Konoha with them and hangs it up in the ANBU communal quarters where it is VERY quickly recognized. And also some of the people in that room recognize it so quick bc they also used to own a similar poster. (Kakashi wants to DIE someone PLEASE kill him now)

Its only when he's given team 7 that he finally thinks he's escaped the legacy of his father as Konoha's Most Sexiest Shinobi. Only for Naruto, when being trained by Jiriyah, to find his drafts for Icha Icha very clearly inspired by his dad. Which he can never publish for multiple reasons (lingering respect for Sakumo. Also for Kakashi, who is his biggest fan and would probably never look at him again.)

Naruto somehow accidentally brings this up with Kakashi who like. Has war flashbacks and immediatley stands up and walks away as Jiryah scrambles to try to explain himself and Tsunade looks on in scorn (she will approach him later to carefully ask for the drafts while trying to seem like she's not really asking for them bc she's too proud to admit it)

Naruto and Sakura discover Kakashi-sensei's dad was a sex symbol. I don't even know how they'd react but like. Oh my god. Oh my god you guys.

Funniest option would be they accidentally revive his popularity a little bit by being so loud ab it they like, remind people ab him. + introduce another generation to the idea of him

Kakashi is crouched on the floor with his face in his hands. When will he be freed from this hell.

Sasuke does not escape tho, he goes to sound and finds a picture of Sensei's dad in Orochimaru's office (???????)

This is such a shitty sketch but the vision:

Itachi, who learned who Sakumo was from that poster thing, goes on to find a photo of him in ""Madara's"" belongings and gets super weirded out but ultimately doesn't. Super care. But also. Like. What. What.

After Itachi finds the photo, which Obito genuinley forgot he fucking had and keeps in part just bc its like one of the only belongings that remained from his Konoha days, he shoves it somewhere in Kamui to forget about.

But then in the Obito vs Kakashi Kamui fight, it fucking flutters down in the middle of the fight and Obito fucking dies of humiliation as Kakashi realizes he will truly Never Escape and that this reality is his own personal hell

Uhh endgame Kakashi becomes Hokage and accidentally retreads his father's path in becoming the new Konoha Sexy Man. Which simultaneously crushes him (he will never escape) and fills him with delight (he will now be able to impart the pain of having your father figure be lusted after by all ur friends and acquaintances onto his students)

[hellcifrogs]

Karin's part in the AU!

One time Jiraiya went after Orochimaru to try and get info on the Akatsuki from him. He almost won their fight, leaving Orochimaru with nearly no chakra... That's when he calls a little child into the battle field.

Jiraiya watched in growing horror as little Karin approaches and takes Orochimaru's outstretched hand and barely flinched as he bit down on her wrist.

Even with recovered energy, Orochimaru was no match against Jiraiya's rage at seeing that. The snake sennin was forced to retreat and hide as Jiraiya took that little girl with him to the closest thing she'd know to a family again, Nagato.

Karin is then trained in Amegakure, by Nagato, Konan and Jiraiya himself. She soon takes the role of the "Angel's little Assistant", she takes smaller jobs and tasks to help Konan in protecting and managing the village, as they continue to hide from the Akatsuki and other threats.

Unlike Sasuke, her goal is not to kill Orochimaru, but to rescue innocent people he has under his control, just like she was once.

[dolliestfairy]

Tw : Noncon/Dubcon, Predator x Prey kink, fear kink, Manhandle (?) & Outdoor sex. lmk if i miss anything. Chubby Reader Fics With No Skintone Of Reader Mentioned.

Mdni!

Currently thinking abt men who have a predator x prey kink. Men who love to see your trembling expression when he act like some merciless predator. men who loves to play hide and seek with you. despite his own self being a grown man, he cant help but get even more turned on when he sees your scared expression, while his hand pinch your chubby cheeks, only to make you more trembling in fear.

"look at you.. all scared and stuff... you're only making me more excited y'know?"

he's a man who is soo thrilled when he was chasing you. catching you around like a crazy dude, its only a matter of time before his hand get onto your clothes and easily ripped them off, and later on, you'll be getting pinned down beneath him while your pussy service his cock, laughing as a respond from him to your cries, slapping your fat belly and grabbing them with a very harsh grip. and.. ngl you both are going to look like some wild animals fucking each other in the woods, but dont worry though. he's a mass fucking possesive dude. theres no fucking way he'll let some random stranger look at your body. your body is all his and his only for see and touch. and if you forget it? he'll gladly reminds you.

The Men That i'm talking about Are;

GETO SUGURU, OBITO, Itoshi Brothers, MIYA ATSUMU, KUROO TETSURO, Tsukishima Kei, HOSHIGAKI KISAME, ALEC, Sakamaki Brothers, MUKAMI BROTHERS, Lev Haiba, TENDOU, MADARA, KIBA, ITTO, Childe, Scaramouche, POSEIDON, SEBASTIAN, Malleus, HADES, SHIVA, OVERHAUL, SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY, Horangi, Alejandro, HIDAN, Deidara, Sasori, KAKUZU, OROCHIMARU, UCHIHA SASUKE, SUKUNA RYOMEN & Bachira.

DID I FORGET ANYONE? INSERT UR FAV!

[shanastoryteller]

Happy Holidays! There's something up with Hokage's daughter Naruto and I need to know what so more of that AU please.

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14

Orochimaru sees how little effort Naruto is putting into seeming to struggle against Gaara and tenses.

This girl lies. Easily, often, and in a variety of ways that he finds both impressive and familiar. The most consistent and understandable of which is about her abilities, going to great lengths to hide what she is and what she can do.

She's not bothering now.

Naruto punches Gaara in the face and his eyes go black.

The one tailed demon snarls in her face, easily taking possession of the boy's body because his seal is a joke that Orochimaru has personally offered to alter more than once, but the kazakage isn't interested in a son, only a weapon.

The demons explodes outwards, taking up the entirely of the arena, the boy's body protected in the heart of him.

He sees Minato getting to his feet, ready to interfere, and Orochimaru flexes his hands and stays purposefully seated. He has observed Naruto being many things, but not reckless.

The next moment, golden chains leave her hands as she darts away from the demon's claws. Adamantine sealing chains, the hallmark of the Uzumaki clan, follow her as she darts around him.

These chains have restrained the nine tails. He doubts the one tail will be much of a challenge.

He relaxes back into his chair and says pleasantly, "Well done, Kushina. I hadn't known you'd taught your daughter your family's technique."

"I didn't," Kushina says faintly, pale and horrified.

Orochimaru is so glad he decided to attend the Konoha Chunin Exams.

[yanderes-galore]

Since you're writing for Naruto again, how about romantic yandere Orochimaru concept?

Sure! Hopefully I understand his character correctly ^^ Hope you enjoy!

Yandere! Orochimaru Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Possessive behavior, Sadism, Manipulation, Human experimentation, Blood, Drugging/Poison, Kidnapping, Isolation, Murder, Biting, Forced "relationship".

Orochimaru is probably one of the scariest Naruto yanderes I can think of.

My main reasons why are his canon obsessive behavior, his ability to evade death, and his literal human experimentation.

Orochimaru, in my eyes, is a very unnerving villain.

His obsession is going to be in for one hell of a time because of his behavior.

He's a sadist who only ever wants to help himself.

There's a good chance if he's obsessed with you... His "love" isn't normal.

He only ever tracks people down to use them as vessels or experiments.

He also has quite the following of willing experiments....

If he has to go out of his way to hunt you down, you must be quite special to him.

Or you are just very unlucky.

I can only think of horrible things happening to Orochimaru's obsession once he has his serpentine eyes on them.

He seems twisted enough to make them one of his experiments, then turn around and say he loves them.

Want to make it worse? Make his obsession an Uchiha.

He has shown that he wants power, to do that he's been meaning to make an Uchiha his vessel (Itachi, Sasuke....).

So if he had an Uchiha obsession, it's probably infinitely worse for you.

Orochimaru is known to be highly manipulative with his charisma.

He could have his obsession be yet another loyal pawn who worships him... but I also think he enjoys the hunt.

With his ability to disguise himself and change vessels, hiding from his obsession is easy.

He'll watch you from the shadows, grinning mischievously as he thinks of ways to make you his newest toy.

There's no courting with you.

Even when he finds you attractive, he isn't going to spend time to get you to like him normally.

No, instead he plans to kidnap you.

Most yanderes at least get close to their obsession before resorting to such measures.

Orochimaru simply views it as part of the game he wishes to play with you.

His attraction to you could have occurred after kidnapping you or before.

Maybe you have a power he wishes to exploit, or maybe he took you for a different reason.

Either way... Your meeting with Orochimaru involves you being dragged into his base of operations and plopped into your own cell.

Some with a keen eye, like Kabuto, no doubt notice Orochimaru's... "fondness" towards you.

It's strange, a man such as him has not expressed care for anyone but himself.

Not old friends, not old mentors....

This is a man who kills for what he wants.

Yet here he is, talking to you softly.

Not only that but after whatever experimental horrors he puts you through... He comes back to you to offer comfort.

It's not very effective, but he never visits any other experiment as much as you.

Orochimaru is also fond of privacy.

Not even Kabuto is allowed to witness what you and Orochimaru do at times.

Which is often... intimate in nature.

Orochimaru is sadistic, after all.

To him, experimentation of all types is bonding.

Be that testing your strength, endurance... or other things not related to combat.

Orochimaru seems like the type to experiment with poisons or drugs.

He takes you, his favorite experiment, and weakens you bit by bit with what you can only assume is venom?

He likes to see how weak it makes you.

Plus, over time, it gets you immune to it.

But for now... He enjoys biting you just enough to see you weaken.

That's not the only reason he bites you, either...

He happens to enjoy marking you in any way he can.

No follower of his is allowed to communicate with you.

Orochimaru cares for nothing and no one but himself and you.

You could be chatting with someone from your cell, looking for human companionship...

Only for Orochimaru to slit their throat, eyes coldly watching their blood splatter.

"My little experiment... What did I say about speaking to others?"

Orochimaru adores everything about his little experiment.

He loves the way you feel, the way you taste, the way you squirm.

You're an experiment, a toy for him to use for his own personal entertainment.

If you're strong, he loves that too.

He's also been one who looks for strength in his test subjects.

Who knows, maybe he doesn't need Sasuke as a vessel...

Not when he has you.

Orochimaru has his ways of keeping you disciplined.

If the isolation and experiments weren't enough, he has his own ways of inflicting pain.

It can be physical... it can be mental... doesn't matter to him.

Even better if he gets to test another drug or venom on you.

He'll find what makes you compliant, one way or another.

If you're ever defiant, he'll find ways to break you.

Orochimaru is a possessive yandere, after all he loves to make marks on you.

You may be caged, but he still feels the need to show others you're his little pet.

The worst case scenario when it comes to him as a yandere is the fact he might use you as a host.

He has been known to take the bodies of others for who knows how long.

This is his key to immortality.

If he wanted his obsession to stay with him, as part of him...

He may steal your body for his own uses.

He knows you won't be willing, but you never had much of a choice.

Orochimaru knows just keeping you in a cage still allows others to steal you.

What if someone storms the place to 'rescue' you?

If he merges you two, then no one will take you from him.

He'll always remember you this way.

After all, he 'loves' you.

To him, what better way is there to show love than... well...

Becoming them?

There are no good outcomes for Orochimaru's obsession.

You're either kept as a pet and experiment... or made into his newest host.

Either way, Orochimaru doesn't care how he has you to himself...

He'll make sure you're his toy forever, no matter what the cost is.

[sannin-three]

I know it's not a pleasant thought, but if you view/headcanon Hiruzen and Orochimaru's relationship as having involved sexual grooming and abuse, it adds/changes so much context between them.

Thoughts below the cut. Also I want to be very clear that this is NOT a ship post. I can't control what people ship, but I'll ask that it please not be brought up here.

The scene of them alone together in the graveyard. I know it's supposed to be a nice moment but it makes me wonder how often the two were left alone together. Orochimaru is also quick to accept Hiruzen's explanation about his parents still being alive somewhere, showing that Hiruzen has a strong influence on them. This isn't unusual for mentor and apprentice dynamics, but given some of Hiruzen's questionable behavior (which I detailed in this post) it makes the whole situation feel less acceptable.

The way Orochimaru gradually pulled away from everyone around them as they grew older. And the fact they shifted in personality from being standoffish and quiet as a child to being a puppet master who uses an almost seductive attitude to manipulate people (SA victims can sometimes develop hypersexuality as a result of their abuse).

The bitterness at being passed over for the Hokage role despite being regarded as Hiruzen's favorite for so long is already kind of understandable, but this would make it a true slap to the face. Years of being used only to be discarded. Which would also make a depressing parallel to Orochimaru's line to Anko where he talks about throwing her away (though I personally don't think Orochimaru went this far with her, and instead was just referring to the curse mark).

Going to work for Danzo could have possibly been a way to get back at Hiruzen for the previous move. Gets dropped by the old man and goes to work with the guy's ex. Unfortunately I know I'm not the only one who assumes Danzo also manipulated and used Orochimaru to some degree. This again makes sense though it's not uncommon for people who were abused before to end up in abusive dynamics again because that's what they're familiar with.

The wardrobe change from silk kimonos and otherwise flattering clothes to the potato sack outfit that hides the shape of their body and almost every inch of their skin. SA victims will sometimes seek to make themselves less visually appealing in the hopes they'll be left alone.

(speaking of, in the Boruto era their clothing is more in line with how they used to dress and while it's still not very revealing, they have a normal collar as opposed to a turtleneck. To me this is a visual indicator of healing.)

Orochimaru's fixation on Sasuke also takes on a different light in this case. We know he wants to take over Sasuke's body to preserve their life, but this would also add more reasoning behind him talking about Sasuke's "beauty". They remember being young and valued for their looks/body, only to be dropped as an adult. Even if they hate Hiruzen now, a damaged part of them still wants to be young and desired once more.

Orochimaru having the chance to finally kill Hiruzen but still shedding a tear after everything that's happened because the child in them remembers how much this man's "love" once meant to them.

The delighted laugh she gives after revealing the body shifting jutsu and Hiruzen calls her inhuman. She almost seems proud of herself for her ability to horrify him, to finally be the one in control.

With all of this in mind, imagine the sheer horror of Hiruzen trying to seal their souls away together for the rest of eternity. For better or worse, Orochimaru broke away from his hold years ago only to be threatened with Hiruzen tying them down again, once and for all.

This also makes his last moments particularly creepy; viewing Orochimaru as a child who's pleasantly smiling at him rather than as the broken adult that has grown in their place. And saying how sad he is that he couldn't take Orochimaru with him... Just completely changes the vibe.

Sasuke himself states that he knows Orochimaru's given reasons for attacking Konoha were a lie. We aren't told what the true reason is though. This would be a potent reason though to take down the institution that allowed Orochimaru (and so many others) to be used like a pawn or a toy. If this were the true reason then it also would make sense why Orochimaru wouldn't want to discuss it openly.

So yeah, while I definitely can't say that this was intentional subtext on the creator's part, I think when brought together it all makes a disturbing sort of sense. The ninja world in general is extremely bad about pushing kids into an adult role far too early in so many ways, and sadly I can't help but assume this would be one of them.

[diasease]

SO STAY HERE WITH ME! ／ ...YOU REALLY ARE... ANNOYING. *️ stop fussing over everything i do. *️ i always... end up making you hate me, don't i? ( or; in another universe, things didn't work out. )

CW: 1.1K words, grammatically incorrect (?), angst, slight hurt/no comfort (???), fluff, gender not specified! reader, heavily inspired from the og scene | UCHIHA SASUKE! itoshi rin x HARUNO SAKURA! reader | blue lock x naruto

IT was late into the evening, but there you were, standing just a few feet away from RIN with an expression of utter disbelief. "Why are you hanging around in a place like this in the middle of the night?" He speaks, as if he had nothing to hide, yet you knew better.

HE'S right. Why were you standing at the pathway that leads to the exit of the village gates? You weren't sure until now. Better yet, why was he passing by this way? He knows you're not dense. You can clearly see him sporting a bag meant for long trips outside the village, perhaps the one for prolonged, higher ranked missions that rarely come by your team's way. It's just as you feared.

RIN ITOSHI's leaving the village.

"It's because you use this path to leave the village. I always..." You finally speak, tone solemn and almost wavering before you were cut off.

"Go home and sleep." The boy interjects, response as if he were commanding you rather than the usual nonchalance that you and Naruto hear.

Much to his dismay, you pushed forward with your questions, like you didn't already have a hunch about the answers. At this point, tears were spilling down the apples of your cheeks, dripping down onto the stone-patterned pavement.

"I'm telling you to keep your nose out of my business. Stop fussing over everything I do." His words came out cold, harsh and a clean jab to the stomach. Whatever part of you that still held on to the hope of this exchange being some elaborate sick joke, crumbled into nothingness.

"I always... end up making you hate me, don't I?" Is all you could respond with, because in the span of what was Team 7, from the day it was formed and up until now, you depended on Naruto, Rin, and Kakashi-sensei for your troubles. You held no water to the likes of them. You were, and still are, weak. The only time you managed to fight was to defend Naruto and RIN from the Sound shinobi during the Chunin exams, but that was barely a contribution. The summary of what you did in your official ninja career was whine about Rin, scold and/or occasionally banter with Naruto, and cry for help.

Your mind goes back to the times before now, where you all enjoyed yourselves, where ramen runs were so common because Naruto couldn't have a day without it. You missed all of it dearly, and your current speech about it seems to reflect among those times, then about how you understood very well what RIN's clan meant to him, expressing your sorrow and a means to work it out in a way that doesn't involve him joining Orochimaru and becoming a rogue. Maybe that was a last resort to convince him to stay? Who knows, the words coming out of your mouth is like something you can't control.

RIN speaks his peace anyway, rejecting any of your pleas. In the end, he's decided on revenge against his older brother SAE, the very man that put their clan into their graves. That was his reason for living. He's forged a path of darkness, one you can't ever comprehend in his eyes. Konoha is only holding him back, and he's already ruled out the rest of his shitty options.

Your pleas begin to fall on deaf ears, sputtering about solitude and just truly desperate.

"I love you, so very, very much! ...I'll do anything for you, RIN! So I'm begging you, please stay here! I'll even help with your revenge! I'll make it happen somehow, I promise! ...So stay here with me!" Your voice is raspy and weak in your confession, tears falling faster that before. You're breaking down, composure shattering along with your resolve, and RIN almost wavers in his previous judgement. "If that doesn't work for you, then take me with you!" You don't even speak afterwards, only sobs escaping your lips with your hands curled up into fists by your sides. But he can't be dragged down by the likes of you, Naruto, or even Kakashi.

"You really are... annoying, lukewarm." Those were his words following yours, as he starts to walk away, steps furthering into the path ahead of him, not sparing you a single glance.

"Don't go!" The phrase leaves your lips before you can even think. "If you go, I'll scream and—" Once again, you're interrupted. This time, it's not with RIN cutting you off with a retort, no. He quickly flits behind you without giving you time to react, muttering "Thank you, (NAME)." before knocking you out with a delicate precision. He places you onto the stone bench before taking his first steps into a new part of his life, leaving the village.

The night may have ended for you with such short notice, but for RIN, it continues. He meets up with the Sound 5, traveling with them into the night to Orochimaru's hideout. It may take a day or more to get there, he's not sure.

So when the group accompanying him stops in the middle of a dense forest a good distance away from Konoha, he finally falls into rest, letting his weary eyes close. He's got a long way ahead of him.

The moment RIN opens his eyes, though, he's met with a TV screen playing one of the later episodes of the 'Sasuke Retrieval' Arc on Netflix. A weight on him takes his attention.

It's you, quietly sleeping against his chest, curled up like you're shivering from the cold. You looked so peaceful, clinging onto him for warmth. A dream. Right, whatever he just experienced... it felt like a really odd dream. Maybe the Naruto marathon you suggested is getting to his head.

With a sigh, he glances at you for a moment before reaching for a blanket lazily hung over the couch's armrest on his side, pulling it into his grasp and drapes it over you with one hand, the other pulling you closer to him. It wasn't like him to sleep on the couch, but who was he to disturb you? He likes you close to him, as much as he refuses to admit it.

After settling you into a more comfortable state, he picks up the TV remote, logging out of Netflix and turning the TV off. 'We can watch the episodes we slept on another day', he thinks to himself.

Getting into a favorable position, his eyes droop with drowsiness, falling back into sleep. The last thing he thinks of before drifting off, is the hopes that you and him don't end up like Sasuke and Sakura (as far as he currently knows, they're on rocky terms). Sasuke is lukewarm anyway.

notes! ahhh oh my gosh it's finished! this was based on this post i made and honestly a reach but i love thinking about rin & sae as sasuke & itachi... the vision is there if you squint... also i lowkey felt lazy so a lot of the dialogue is literally like. copied off the original scene but i couldn't think much of a way to twist it up so!!! forgive a girl <//3 anyways kinda proud of this kinda not, there's a 20% chance i'll do more rin & reader as sasusaku or naruto & blue lock x reader crossovers... who knows!!

masterlist diasease ✶ do not repost, reblogs appreciated.

[sailornymph]

Hello there! I was wondering if you can write a fic with orochimaru with an innocent reader and they have a baby?? If not I totally understand! Love your work! <3

tainted; orochimaru x reader

synopsis — orochimaru was feared by many, which is why team taka, along with many of his loyal followers didn’t understand how he ended up with someone who was the complete opposite of him

content warning — yandere undertones, pregnancy, being his experiment, clear favoritism

a/n — aww thanks, it is a pleasure writing for you all :)

the halls of the hideout are always cold. the kind of cold that sinks beneath your skin and stays there, even when you breathe in warmth or light a candle or press your palms against your own belly. you’re five—maybe six—months along now. you’ve been counting by moonlight.

“she’s always with him,” karin says from where she leans against the wall, chewing on the end of a pocky stick.

“but who is she?” sasuke’s voice is low. new, sharper than when he first arrived. he’s only been here a few days, but he’s already noticed you — soft steps, gentle hums, hair always pinned up with those dull little flower clips.

���you’ll see,” suigetsu shrugs, sipping from a canteen like he’s bored. “they’re always together around this time. he checks on her or something.”

sasuke narrows his eyes. he doesn’t like being left in the dark.

the sliding door opens and there you are.

your back is to them, but sasuke still notices everything. the way orochimaru’s hand grazes your lower back as he guides you into the room, the way your head tips just slightly to the side when you laugh—soft, unsure, like you’re not quite used to doing it. he notices the baby bump beneath your robes. the soft flutter of fabric that hides your stomach when you turn.

“there she is,” suigetsu murmurs, grin curling. “orochimaru’s favorite experiment.”

“shut up,” karin hisses. “she’s not like that.” sasuke watches. his mouth is a line.

in the room beyond the doorway, orochimaru helps you sit on the elevated cot. his voice is calm, the same one he uses when explaining chakra flow or forbidden jutsu—but it’s…different, with you.

“…tell me if anything feels unusual,” he says. “i’ll be gentle.”

“you always are, lord orochimaru,” you murmur. your voice is light, like sugar. you’re not from here. the dialect is different.

he hums, placing two gloved fingers over your pulse. “your heartbeat is fast.”

“because you’re touching me.” he lifts a brow, amused.

“then you’ll have to be brave.”

his hand rests over your stomach next, ungloved now—something he never does for anyone else. the skin-on-skin contact makes you shiver. not because it’s cold, but because it’s him. the man who saved you. the man who brought you here. the only one left who says your name softly, like it means something.

“…she’s kicking,” you whisper. “she kicks when you talk.”

“she?” he echoes, tone curious.

“i don’t know for sure. but i hope it’s a girl.”

his hand pauses. then it slides higher, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “you’ll make a kind mother. soft enough not to ruin her. strong enough to raise her alone.”

“…but i won’t be alone,” you say. it’s not a question. it’s hope.

his golden eyes flick to yours. “no,” he agrees. “you won’t.” sasuke is still watching. silent. unreadable and for the first time in days, he speaks.

“who is she?” his voice cuts across the hallway, sharp as a kunai.

orochimaru doesn’t even look back. “curious, sasuke?”

“i didn’t realize there were civilians here.”

“she’s not a civilian.” now orochimaru turns, slowly, like a snake basking in the attention. “she’s mine.” you blink.

“i belong to myself,” you say, softly. but your fingers are tangled in orochimaru’s sleeve.

“…of course,” he murmurs, lips curving faintly. “but you’re safe here, because of me.” sasuke’s gaze lingers. he doesn’t speak again, but he doesn’t stop looking either.

not even when you tilt your head and smile gently at him. not even when orochimaru steps just slightly in front of you, voice dark with a warning only sasuke can hear.

“careful,” he says. “she startles easily.”

the room smells faintly of lavender, only because kabuto insisted it would help you relax. orochimaru had barely tolerated the suggestion, but when you entered the room and smiled—that soft little smile you only gave when something reminded you of home—he had said nothing more. you sit up on the medical cot, legs folded to the side, your fingertips resting against the curve of your belly.

“she’s been moving more lately,” you say quietly. “mostly when i’m lying down. sometimes it feels like… little bubbles. sometimes like wings.” his fingers press gently into the side of your abdomen. not hard. not clinical. just…precise.

“ligament stretching,” he murmurs, eyes fixed on the swell beneath your robes. “her movements are stronger now. your body is accommodating her.”

you blush faintly. “do you think she can hear us?”

“the inner ear is developed enough around this time.” he glances up at you. “she may not understand, but she can feel.”

his hand stills. you feel his thumb lightly trace a line just beneath your navel. you think it might be absentminded. but it lingers too long to be meaningless.

“your health is stable. your blood pressure’s even. no signs of premature contraction.” he tilts his head, voice lower now. “you’ve been walking less.” you look down.

“i didn’t want to get in anyone’s way. everyone here seems busy.”

“you never get in my way.”

your head lifts. “you’re always working too, lord orochimaru…”

“but when it concerns you,” he murmurs, gloved hand now slipping off, “it’s not work.” you don’t know what to say to that. your cheeks burn, so you look away, running your hand gently along your belly in silence.

“…when i first came here, i thought you might be cruel.” his eyes narrow slightly—not angry, but intrigued.

“why?”

“everyone said you were. that you experimented on people. hurt them.” you pause. your gaze softens.

“but you’ve never hurt me.”

he doesn’t answer immediately. instead, he retrieves a small stethoscope, cold metal tapping against your collarbone as he slides it beneath your robe. it rests against your chest. his gaze remains fixed on the hollow of your throat.

“and if i had?” he asks, softly.

you meet his eyes. “i would’ve run away.”

“…would you?”

you nod. but something about his voice makes your stomach twist—not in fear. something else. something you don’t want to name.

“and yet you’re still here,” he says. “you don’t ask to leave. you don’t question what i do.”

“because you’ve given me safety.”

his voice dips lower. “or obedience.”

you blink. “i don’t think so.”

he studies your expression. then he smiles—but not the smile others see. this one is faint. human. real.

“you’re not like the others,” he says.

“…is that good?”

“it’s dangerous,” he answers, voice a whisper. “because it makes me want to keep you close.” your heart skips.

he leans forward, fingers brushing the edge of your wrist where your pulse flutters. it’s not quite romantic. not quite clinical either. somewhere in between.

“when you give birth,” he murmurs, “you’ll be in pain. it won’t be easy. but you’ll survive.”

“…because of you?”

“because i’ll make sure of it.” after the examination, the room stays quiet.

you’re still sitting on the cot, robe pulled loosely back over your shoulders, legs drawn up like a child curling into warmth. orochimaru is writing something in your chart with that sharp, elegant pen of his, the scratching sound the only thing breaking the silence.

but you aren’t looking at him. your hand rests on your belly again, thumb tracing the faintest outline of your navel, the way you always do when you’re nervous. the thought’s been there for weeks now. you’ve tried to forget it. but you can’t.

“…can i ask you something?”

he doesn’t look up. “you just did.”

you frown. “a real question.”

now he glances at you, pale eyes patient but unreadable. “then ask.”

you swallow hard.

“what happened to my village?” his pen stops.

for a moment, neither of you speak.

you feel your stomach turn—not the baby, but something colder. heavier.

“kabuto said they were gone when he found me. that he pulled me out of the ruins. but i remember the sky was red. i remember smoke. i remember hearing people scream before i blacked out.” you glance up.

“was it an accident? a war? i’ve never asked because i thought maybe… maybe it would hurt more to know.” his silence stretches.

“but now i’m going to be a mother,” you say quietly. “and i can’t protect her if i don’t understand what happened to me.”

orochimaru finally closes the folder. his gaze meets yours, and this time it doesn’t look clinical or detached. it looks ancient. tired.

“…it was not an accident,” he says, your heart sinks.

“then what was it?”

“a decision.” you blink.

“whose?” he doesn’t answer.

you stare at him. “lord orochimaru—”

“i made it,” he says, voice flat now. “i ordered it.” your breath catches.

“you…?”

“i saw you,” he murmurs. “you were by a well. drawing water. i’d only stopped in the village for a moment. i wasn’t supposed to linger. but i saw you. and i knew.”

“knew… what?” his golden eyes narrow faintly, but there’s something almost mournful beneath the gleam.

“that i would not forget you.” you’re quiet.

your hands curl in your lap.

“you destroyed everything… because of me?”

“because of what you stirred in me.” he stands now, slow, deliberate. “desire is a dangerous thing. especially when it comes from someone like me.” you should feel angry. horrified, but all you feel is hollow.

“…you took me,” you whisper. “and made it look like a rescue.”

“you would’ve died otherwise.”

“i might’ve rather.”

“no,” he says sharply, crossing the space to kneel beside you. “you say that now, but it is not true.”

his hand rises, brushing your knee. the contact startles you, not because it’s cold—but because it’s tender. unbearably so.

“i’ve kept you safe,” he murmurs. “fed you. sheltered you. studied you. and now you carry something no other has ever given me.”

your hand touches your belly.

“our child.” he nods once.

you whisper, “i don’t know how to feel.”

he doesn’t push you. but he does stand again, voice like silk stretched over steel.

“feel whatever you wish,” he says. “hate me. love me. just stay.”

your voice is small. “why?”

his back is to you, but his answer is quiet.

“because when she is born… i want the first thing she sees to be someone beautiful.”

sasuke notices you the second day he arrives. you aren’t hard to miss — young, soft-spoken, with wide eyes and a hand always resting on the swell of your belly. you don’t wear a headband. you aren’t a kunoichi. and yet you glide through the halls of the hideout like you belong, as if the shadows themselves part for you.

what’s worse is the way orochimaru looks at you. not just with ownership. not just with control. with something softer.

sasuke doesn’t say anything at first. he doesn’t like asking questions. but it sits in the pit of his stomach like rot, and finally, one day at breakfast, when karin is pouring herself tea, he breaks the silence.

“who is she?”

karin blinks. “who?”

“the girl with the baby.”

suigetsu snorts into his cup. “oh, her? that’s orochimaru’s little experiment.”

“experiment?” sasuke’s voice is flat, but his brow twitches.

“you know how he is,” suigetsu smirks. “likes to mix his obsessions. science, immortality, hot women.”

jūgo, who rarely speaks, glances up and says simply, “he protects her.”

“more than us,” karin adds bitterly, adjusting her glasses. “you should see the way he watches her. like she’s some kind of treasure. sasuke narrows his eyes.

“she doesn’t act like a prisoner.”

“she’s not,” suigetsu shrugs. “i mean… she’s not not one. but she doesn’t seem to know it.” sasuke turns away, jaw tightening.

later that evening, he catches sight of you again. you’re in the corridor outside the library, giggling softly. your hand is in orochimaru’s, your head tilted up as he murmurs something only you can hear. his other hand rests against the small of your back, dangerously familiar.

and sasuke sees something he wasn’t expecting —you’re smiling, genuinely. a warmth spreads beneath his ribs, sharp and acidic. not because he cares. not because he’s jealous. because it doesn’t make sense.

he’s seen what orochimaru does to people. what he did to kimimaro. what he did to him. and yet here you are, cradled in the belly of the beast, and all he can think is—how long until you realize what he really is?

how long until he breaks you?

you can’t sleep. it’s not unusual, not lately. between the baby pressing into your lungs and the quiet fear that claws at your chest when the corridors fall silent, rest feels more like a privilege than a promise.

the hideout hums with faint chakra barriers and echoing pipes. you know it well now — the flickering lights, the cold floors, the eerie way the walls seem to breathe with you. but tonight it feels heavier. sharper. like something is coming.

you shift on the futon, your hands sliding to your bump. the baby stirs, a slow roll beneath your skin. you smile faintly, but the warmth doesn’t last. you keep hearing his voice.

“…you’re the reason that place burned.” kabuto had said it was a rescue.

he said orochimaru sent him to save you. but if you think back hard enough — if you let your mind touch the edges of what you’ve buried — the fire started the same day you saw that pale man in the treetops, eyes slitted like a serpent’s, watching you.

watching you, not the village, you rub your eyes. maybe it’s nothing. maybe it’s everything. then comes the knock. not loud, not sharp — just a soft tap, deliberate and measured.

“…you’re awake,” orochimaru’s voice slips in before you even answer.

you don’t flinch. you never do with him.

“…couldn’t sleep,” you whisper, smoothing your gown. “the baby’s been moving more.”

he steps into the room with no hesitation, closing the door behind him. for once, he’s not wearing his full cloak — just loose robes, undone at the throat, his hair damp at the tips like he’s just come from a bath. you’re not used to seeing him this way. soft. undone. he walks over, kneels beside you without asking.

“…may i?” he gestures to your stomach, you nod.

his hand is warm — surprisingly so — as it presses to your bump. the baby kicks beneath his palm, and a rare smile pulls at his lips. not cruel. not calculated.

“…strong,” he murmurs. “you’ll give me something strong.”

“is that all i am to you?” you ask it before you can stop yourself, voice cracking just slightly. “an experiment?” he’s quiet.

his fingers move slowly, tracing the outline of your belly.

“…you were never just that,” he says, almost too softly. “not to me. you swallow.

“…why me?” you ask, voice tight. “you could’ve had anyone. someone stronger. someone trained. someone who knew what you were.” he tilts his head.

“…do you want the truth?” you nod.

“…because you were beautiful,” he says without blinking. “the kind of beauty that draws blood. the kind of beauty men burn cities for.” your breath catches.

“and because you were soft,” he adds. “and soft things should be protected. even if they don’t know it.”

“…did you burn it?” you whisper.

he doesn’t answer, you look down.

“…i thought you saved me.”

“i did.”

“but you sent the fire, too. didn’t you?” he exhales.

“it was never personal.”

you feel something tighten in your chest. grief. confusion. betrayal, maybe.

“i should hate you,” you say softly.

“you don’t.”

“…i know.” there’s silence.

then he shifts closer, his forehead pressing gently to the top of your bump, both hands resting on either side of your belly.

“…you’re mine now,” he says, more to the baby than to you. “and i don’t let go of what’s mine.” your heart stutters, but you don’t move.

because despite everything — the truth, the darkness, the weight of all that’s been taken — his touch is careful. reverent. almost human and you’re so, so tired of being alone.

“…stay,” you whisper.

he lifts his head.

“…just for a little while,” you add quickly, cheeks flushing. he doesn’t answer.

but he does lie down beside you, one arm beneath your neck, the other resting gently across your belly. his eyes close.

you lie awake beside him for a long time, listening to his breath, feeling the weight of his presence like a tide. you don’t understand him. you don’t think you ever will.

but for now, you feel safe.

you’re alone in the garden behind the hideout. it’s one of the only places with natural light — small, hidden, barely tamed. the soil here is dark and damp, and though no flowers grow wild, orochimaru had kabuto plant a few for you. they’re simple things. violets. a sprig of lavender. an odd crooked tulip that refuses to die.

your fingers are caked in dirt as you press your palm to the ground. the baby kicks once, then stills. you hum softly under your breath, a lullaby from a village that no longer exists.

and then you feel it. chakra. cool and sharp, like the edge of a blade. you don’t turn. not yet.

“…you’re always watching me,” you say gently.

sasuke steps into view a moment later, arms crossed.

“…you’re always with him,” he replies.

you glance up, brushing your hands off on your skirt.

“i live here,” you smile. “i’d hope that’s allowed.”

“why don’t you run?” you blink. he doesn’t look angry. just… unsettled.

“you’re kind,” he says. “you’re not a fighter. you talk to everyone like they matter. even suigetsu. even me.” you tilt your head.

“…is that so bad?”

“you don’t belong here.” you look down at your stomach, then back at him.

“but i do, don’t i?” he says nothing.

“…i know who he is,” you say softly. “i know he’s done awful things.”

“you don’t know,” he snaps before he can stop himself. “he destroys things. he uses people. he’s… he’s—”

“i know,” you interrupt gently. “i know about the fire. i know what kabuto really is. i know what you’re afraid of.” he falls silent.

you stand slowly, placing a hand on your belly.

“…you think i’m trapped,” you say. “you think i’m some sweet little victim too scared to run.”

“aren’t you?” he mutters as you look him in the eye.

“no.”

“why not?” you smile — not wide, not smug, but real. calm.

“because i love him.” he stiffens.

“and i know what love like this looks like,” you continue. “it’s not kind. it’s not pretty. but it’s real. and he’s never lied about who he is.”

“you don’t owe him anything.”

“but i want to give him everything.”

your voice trembles, but not with fear. with joy. anticipation.

“this baby — our baby — is the first thing i’ve ever had that’s truly mine. i wake up every morning and feel it growing, feel him getting more careful when he touches me. he asks me how i feel now. he feeds me better. he tries.” you touch your stomach again.

“…he doesn’t know how to be good. not yet. but he’s learning. and that’s more than most people ever do.” sasuke’s brow furrows.

“…what if he changes his mind?” you shake your head.

“he won’t.”

“how do you know?”

“because he already changed everything else.” sasuke looks at you for a long time and finally, he steps back.

“…you’re strange.”

“so are you,” you smile.

he turns, cloak swaying behind him, and vanishes down the path without another word.

you exhale softly and turn back to the garden, placing both hands over your belly. from the shadow of the wall, you feel a familiar chakra. warm. curious.

“…you heard all that?” you murmur.

orochimaru steps out without a sound, arms loose at his sides, a strange look in his eyes.

“i did.” you wait.

he walks over slowly, stopping just short of you. his fingers ghost your cheek, brushing a smudge of soil away.

“…you still want this?” he asks quietly. “even after knowing everything?”

you look up at him — at the pale skin, the yellow eyes, the voice that could command nightmares — and feel nothing but calm.

“more than anything,” you whisper.

he doesn’t smile. but he presses a hand to your stomach again. the baby kicks. and this time — for the first time — he leans down, kisses the spot gently, and says:

“then let’s raise him together.”

you close your eyes, leaning into his warmth, into the strange, terrifying comfort of a man the world would never understand.

but you do. and that’s enough.

the baby is quiet. that’s the first thing sasuke notices. no wailing, no squirming, no sharp burst of chakra flaring in newborn protest. just soft coos, rhythmic breaths, and the faintest hint of sound as you hum to him — low, melodic, off-key in a way that feels heartbreakingly maternal.

you’re cradling him near the window of your room, bathed in weak morning light. your hair is tied messily, circles under your eyes, and yet you look… peaceful. not exhausted. not trapped. just in love.

sasuke doesn’t step closer. he watches from the trees, silent, hidden, like he always does when his conscience flares. the child isn’t swaddled in anything extravagant — just simple cloth, stitched by hand. your handiwork, probably.

you lean your head down and whisper something into your son’s tiny ear, he doesn’t hear it. but he watches the way orochimaru enters the room seconds later. slow. cautious. like he’s learned to ask for permission without using words.

he moves to you, brushes your shoulder with two fingers. you don’t flinch. don’t recoil, instead you smile. sasuke sees the faintest twitch of something human flicker in the corners of orochimaru’s mouth.

“…i wanted a daughter,” you laugh softly, tilting the baby’s head so he can see. “but i guess the world needed a boy this time.”

orochimaru crouches beside you, hand moving to the child’s head, he doesn’t say much. but he presses his forehead to your shoulder, just briefly. and sasuke, hidden in the shade of the trees, realizes something strange.

he’s not sure if this is evil anymore.

maybe wrong. maybe twisted.

but not loveless.

not fake.

you lean your head against orochimaru’s, closing your eyes. the baby stirs, and both of you move without thinking — you adjusting the blanket, him cupping the back of the child’s head like it’s glass.

sasuke exhales, leaving without a sound.

because for the first time, he’s not sure if you need saving.

maybe you never did.

[evilkitten3]

#It will never stop being funny that Hiruzen thought that being the son of the 4th hokage would be more dangerous information to have public#then him being the JINCHUURIKI. Like the logic was literally 'how do we hide a secret? With another secret. if they find out Naruto is#the jinchuuriki then they'll stop asking questions before they realize his birth would've literally been a crime if any#other village was consorted'. And he was CORRECT. He was RIGHT to think this way.

agreed lmao. like for all the shit he did that was wrong he was 10000% right not to tell naruto who his parents were bc if naruto knew than everyone would know. everyone already knew konoha had a jinchuuriki, nobody knew or wanted to know that speedy mcstabhappy had reproduced

Kumo-nin at the chunnin exam: ……that kid. The blonde one that beat the hyuuga.

Other kumo-nin: yeah? What about him?

Kumo-nin 1: don’t you think he looks….EXACTLY like the yellow flash?

Kumo-nin 2: ….no

Kumo-nin 1: are you su-

Kumo-nin 2: positive.

Kumo-nin 1: b-

Kumo-nin 2: I mean, unless YOU want to bring this up with Raikage-sama

Kumo-nin 1:

Kumo nin 1: Wow you’re right I have never seen a kid that looks LESS like the yellow flash

[jiro-kirisaki-no1-fan]

My Chapter 17 TKDB Theories (part 1)

Part 1 is about Edward Hart and Rui Mizuki

SPOILER FOR EPISODE 17!!!

Edward's body, as we know it, may not be his original.

I'm sure some of you guys know Orochimaru from Naruto.

(The evil guy who wants to take Sasuke's body as a vessel as far as I remember)

I'm guessing it's likely the same with Edward and Rui. Perhaps they made a deal? Edward says how he doesn't drink blood from humans, but Rui and the others are Ghouls.

"I have no interest in harming humans. After all, they die so quickly. They should enjoy their short lives while they can" -Edward

Also, remembering the scene from a few chapters ago (where Edward kissed his nape or drank blood??? Whatever it was)

This seemed weird to me since the beginning. Because no one can touch Rui without them dying. (Except Edward because only parts of his body were affected) I have no idea what this is leading to, but I believe it has to do with Edward wanting Rui's body.

I think Edward's body, since he's lived for SO LONG, is deteriorating day after day. He says he's saving his life source for Rui. I believe he's tried multiple times to pursue him or something, perhaps offering to lift his curse even? I think Edward has had multiple vessels in the past. I can prove this with the puncture wounds in his neck. Perhaps, he had bitten his previous victim and transformed them into a vampire, only to take that body himself? But why would he want Rui, out of all people? Rui himself states that this vessel (himself, I think) isn't worth it. Does he say that because of his curse? Or because he doesn't think too highly of himself and copes by being super flirty (kinda like hiding his true feelings and all, which is similar to what Yuri does)

I think Rui has a very low self esteem. Which makes sense considering everything he went through. He can't touch anyone, probably has trauma from doing so accidentally (like in the second Obscuary chapter) and lives practically alone with two other non-human Ghouls, one being a creep and the other having lived in isolation before. Then, he finally finds a girl he can relate to ONLY to find out that she's dying soon. (The PC)

To put it all together: My theory is that Edward's body is not his own and he's actively looking for a new vessel, which is Rui. He's saving his remaining life force (I bet it has to do with the state of his body) just for him. Meaning: Edward is a REALLY shady guy who knows a lot, AND I MEAN A LOT, more than he tells us.

[ladykissingfish]

Naruto: *jumps out of the dark when Sasuke is walking down the road* BOO!

Sasuke: Tsk; nice try, usuratonkachi.

*later*

Sasuke: *flips on the light to his apartment; finds it filled with jars of scorpions and tarantulas*

Sasuke: *speaking to the closet that he knows Naruto is hiding in* You’re gonna have to try harder than that, dobe.

*later still*

Sasuke: *wakes up in the middle of the night: sees the visage of Kurama leaning over him, teeth gleaming and claws bared*

Sasuke: *yawns and turns over* Give me a break, will you?

Naruto, sneaking out from under the bed: Okay, what gives, Sasuke?! I’ve been trying my hardest to scare you and nothing seems to work, dattebayo!

Sasuke: Naruto. I lived with Orochimaru for THREE YEARS. Do you honestly believe that ANYTHING could scare me more than that did??

Naruto:

Naruto: … Damn, good point.

[notsorryiml8]

Thinking it would be kind of awesome if Minato taught Kakashi how to play and be a kid while sensei-ing him:

Kakashi: *looking with disdain at the other kids playing (ignoring the fact that he's 5)* Look at those babies, playing baby games. I'm too big for that. I'm a genin now.

Minato: *gets an idea*

Example D ranks:

Day 1 - Hide and Seek aka "Search and Destroy"

Minato: Hey kid, we're going to learn how to be stealthy today. I'm going to need you to count to 100 while I go hide. Then you come and find me.

Kakashi: Then I attack you when I find you?

Minato: Um...no. Then you hide and I come find you.

Kakashi: Why?

Minato: Because that's how you play-

Kakashi: *side eye*

Minato: pla...play..plac-ate your sensei. Yes, that will make me happy. Go team.

Day 2 - Building blocks aka "Tower Defense"

Minato: We're going to learn how to build a defense tower. I need you to take this set of blocks and build a tower as tall as you can.

Kakashi: This is dumb and for babies. Only babies play with blocks.

Minato: Hmm...but do babies get to choose what kind of chakra can best defend a tower. The red blocks are fire. The blue are water. The green...eh...they can be earth...

Kakashi: My affinity is lightning.

Minato: Yellow can be lightn-

Kakashi: My clan chakra's white

Minato: Fine, white can be lightning

Kakashi: What color is wind?

Minato: Wind can be yell-

Kakashi: Wind is clear. Not to mention yin and yang. You can't really see-

Minato: Fine make them whatever color you wa-

Kakashi: There's more colors here than there are chakra natures

Minato: Just build your tower already!

Day 3 - Tag aka "Capture the Enemy"

Minato: I'm going to run and I need you to catch me and tag... uh...lightly hit me and if you catch me, you have to yell that I'm "it" meaning, I'm your target. Then I have to run after you.

Kakashi: Why?

Minato: Because your enemy isn't going to always stand still and sometimes you have to yell at them-

Kakashi: To let them know you're going to kill them if they move?

Minato: Something like that.

Day 4 - Catch

Kakashi: We're just playing ball. That's for babies.

Minato: Nope, pretend this is a weapons pack and I'm way over there and I need help. You have to get the weapons to me somehow, right??

Kakashi: Shouldn't your weapons be attached to you? You're a poor excuse of a shinobi if you don't have your weapons on you at all ti-

Minato: They fell off or got cut off in the middle of battle

Kakashi: That's even worse if you let an enemy get that clo-

Minato: Just throw me the ball and then we can discuss how bad of a shinobi I really am

Day 5 - Chutes/Snakes and Ladders (board game)

Kakashi: This is dumb and for babies (apparently everything is dumb and for babies)

Minato: This is a tactical game of strategy and teaches patience and perseverance. You get all the way to the top and have to go back to the beginning, what do you do?

Kakashi: Burn the ladder down so what's at top comes down or build a mud wall and just climb that

Minato: Uh...no, that's why we need this game

Going to sound weird, but at the end of the day, Hiruzen, in his own way kinda, sorta looked out for Kakashi. After Sakumo up and died (and after being kicked from team to team), he assigned him to Minato because he knew no one would come near him with Minato as his sensei. You have this little genius kid 5 year old with extreme potential whose legendary dad just permanently abandoned him and he's ripe for the picking for the likes of Danzo and Orochimaru, so what do you do? Assign him the most powerful shinobi in the village to be his sensei. Ain't nobody coming near that kid...until Minato dies and well Danzo comes for him, but that's another anime filler story...

[theheirofthesharingan]

Thinking about chapter #353, just a little before Sasuke vs Itachi happens, and how Itachi acts. It might not be anything special, but I do find it sad.

Kisame fought Rōshi and took him down. And after Itachi goes "You need to handle the elderly with care" Kisame kind of mocks him.

Was he being genuine and was the remark because Itachi allowed himself to be a little bit himself in Kisame's presence? Other than just participating in the Akatsuki's extracting the tailed beasts from their jinchuriki rituals Itachi isn't shown to do much for them. He isn't evil. He does feel empathy. But knowing him, he could be sarcastic as well. But it doesn't look like he's being sarcastic because he has no purpose of doing so.

Anyway.

They leave and walk for a little bit.

Then Kisame says he's a little tired. It's probably a general statement because he's talking about the hunts over all. But Kisame and Itachi haven't really done anything else other than capturing the Four Tails. Still, they take a break from walking.

Kisame's holding a dying man on his shoulders after battling him and complaining about how hard it was to defeat him. And he still stands. Guess who needs to sit down because the boy is so tired?

Him. (so pretty though).

Did Kisame stop because he himself was tired or did he just take a break because it's very close to Itachi's death, and he wouldn't be in a good condition right now. Who knew how much medicines he took so he could stand and accompany Kisame on their mission? Kisame offered to fight Rōshi because Itachi was already so weak and close to dying. He wouldn't have survived the battle against a jinchuriki and he needed to "preserve" himself to die at his brother's hands.

When we see him looking calm on the surface there's so much going on inside of him. The way he talks Kisame out of capturing Naruto or even thinking about it because he's hoping that day would never come. He learns about Sasuke killing Orochimaru after this. Did he ever panic that he couldn't really do it anymore and he literally prayed to some gods that Sasuke came and killed him because pain was too intense at times? What did he really look like when he was weak, vulnerable, and human? How did he ever hide all this from Kisame because I don't think Kisame ever knew what the whole deal with Itachi was. I need answers.