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shisui.. he is so fine..

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By visinaire.ai

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Evil who me? That is not possible I am the hunter. I kill these monsters to cleanse my soul to save mankind. Do I enjoy killing..ah hell I do better them than to start feeding my hedonism on my own kind. It is feast time and this pathetic wretch won't stop me from doing so.

"You will fight me or die here. I will send you back into the pit from which you came" This time, the reply came in a calmer tone before Shisui charged back his spear hit the target which didn't even try to move nailing Itachi to the tree. Holding a spear in one and with the other he grabs Itachi by the neck. "Who do you think you are to turn your back on me." Every time his rage would flare his eyes would turn red, the human body could not contain the truth. Always, a pretty excuse, but no hunter paid attention to that, because they consume potions that change their eyes or voices to help them hunt. His condition was no potion it was one hundred percent full breed.

His shadow betrayed two horns coming from the thick black curls, bending backward like the horns of mountain goats. His shadow betrayed the power sleeping in his soul, tail swishing back and forward with a sharp tip that only some dragons have. Shisui was lucky that no other hunter was here to witness a change in his shadow. As soon as revealed it was over. Shisui looked human again.

Holding this demon his mind drifted to some time far way past long lost when he first time met..met whom? He watched him sleep on the floor of their home, watching his slow heartbeat in the vein on his neck. He remembered as he watched, struck by life which he ended up killing his loved ones. One moment his love was so alive the next he had his fangs deep buried in that same vein.

He backed away leaving a spear in the demon before him. "who the fuck are you? Stop laying with my mind, those games won't work on me" How tragic he thought that Itachi was responsible for a flashback he just lived through. Partly he may be because their souls reacted to each other, and finally the loved ones found each other. Itachi found his murdered and his lover, and Shisui found his victim and his beloved whom he so easily betrayed. All he wanted is power and more more and more it was never enough!

ㅤIt was a never-ending cycle. Repetition compulsion. Try desperately to reach back, somehow, at whatever cost, return to when everything was right. Perfect. Grab those days and freeze them in time, freeze yourself along with it and stay there forever. Relive the same days over and over again, forever, it would not matter. Or... at the very least, reach back to the moment when it shattered and prevent it from happening. Somehow, and at whatever cost. What went wrong? What changed? When did it change? Why did it change? Why can't I go back and make it right?

ㅤThere was absolute silence for a brief moment, save for the quiet drip drip drip of blood falling to the ground. Then the squelching noise of flesh being ripped and torn once more, as the spear pulled back and left a hole in its wake. Poor thing... thinking that was anything at all to be proud of. What was the point of such tiny wound, when his whole heart had already been gouged out? So silly. So useless. Itachi's eyes followed the blood dripping for a bit longer, one hand coming up absently to feel over the gash, smear the stains further along the dark fabric of his clothes. It did hurt, but it felt so distant. So unimportant. When you step on a pebble along the road, do you stop to look back at it?

ㅤAs the hallucination began yelling at him, so did the demon finally look up again. That was also... kind of different. Usually, they didn't yell - they'd keep the smooth and sultry tone, the teasing, the threats spoken in velvet, the whispers of everything that had once been. Because that was what truly hurt. Memories with a razor's edge so sharp that no other blade could compare. And he sighed, thinking about it, his palm still splayed over the wound. Why did it end? Did I want it to? Did I do it myself? Why did I do it? How could I have been so blind?

«I have no interest in fighting you.»

ㅤAnd he didn't. Why would he want to fight thin air? A figment of imagination? Staring was so much more comforting. Look at the features of his beloved, follow every detail, every angle. He'd once learned that entire face, that entire body with the tips of his fingers. The tip of his tongue. He'd worshiped night after night, day after day, at any given moment his prayers were wanted. Gladly so. Blissfully so. Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God. It was a hole in his chest, reaching so much deeper than a lousy stab wound; it hurt so much, knowing it would never come to be again. Where are you? Are you happy? Do you remember me? Do you miss me? Do you hate me? Sighing again, the demon let his hand drop and began walking away.

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Look EVERYONE LOOK at the cute and perfect and pretty Shisui cuddling a cat that the insanely talented @mayskalih drew for me!!!

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I love it so, so much, and I love that I could contribute to your local animal shelter - that was such a wonderful idea! I am the biggest cat person, so thank you so much for doing this commission 🥰

His eyelashes are sooo pretty, he cradles the kitty so lovingly, and the cat is so calm and happy!! And her little toe beans!!!!!!!! 🤩🐾

The picture radiates warmth and comfort and love, it's just amazing!! Plus, I just can’t decide who has the softer hair of the two... 🥹💖

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Return to Earth

(c) gif by riverwindphotography, November 2024

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Shisui listened intently, observing Itachi like a predator. Itachi's calm tone was soothing, reminiscent of the gentle murmur of a shallow river, a soft sound akin to water caressing stones. Shisui ran a finger over his brow, which was as black as his hair, tapering to a sharp point at the end. His eyes, dark and always kind, transformed into intense voids when he focused on trying to understand the complexities of human behavior.

He could sense a conflict brewing within his conversation partner. Was he afraid or suspicious? Did he sense that something was wrong? Can humans perceive such things? Do they possess instincts as strong as those of other beings? He couldn't explain why he felt so drawn to humans—why he felt this way about the very creatures that hunted him and destroyed his homeland.

"Alright, I really love that little café that serves sweet coffee topped with whipped cream. They always have turquoise chairs outside, situated on the sunny side of the street." He explained, playing with the pendant that hung on his shirt. This pendant was made by his witch friend Alustriel and allows him to experience life as a human.

"If these waters are dangerous and someone could be harmed or killed, it is clearly safer for you and anyone else attempting to navigate them to avoid going alone."

The piercing intensity of his gaze shifted effortlessly like an icy mountain peak surrendering to the warmth of the sun—his sun, embodied in his bright, friendly smile. Unbeknownst to him, his smile had a powerful impact on those around him. "I’m Shisui," he declared confidently.

«Have a coffee with you?»

ㅤThe tone of surprise was back to his voice but, this time, for a very different motive. One, because the invitation came as out of nowhere as the stranger himself had, and, two, because... well, that was what Itachi had been kind of hoping for. What were the odds of it going so well? Was the stranger possibly interested in him as well, or was he reading too much into the situation? Alas, acting on instinct was something that Itachi only seemed capable of doing when it came to his job. Everything else, and especially social interactions, he had the tendency to overanalyze and overthink. Maybe, for once, he could make himself act differently.

ㅤ«That would be very nice,» he said, then, before caution could swallow the whim, «though I have a lot of things to do today. Maybe in the evening, once I'm finished?» Sounded like a reasonable compromise. Not too shy and not too eager. Itachi was almost proud of himself for the way he was conducting the whole chat. Still, as the next question came, he couldn't help but wonder again. On the one hand, he didn't exactly find it odd that this young man would know his name even if this was their first meeting - basically, he always carried his identification with him during work hours, the tag hanging from his neck made it not hard at all to know his name. And, although it was surprising to be called by first name basis by someone he'd literally just met, he figured that might be just a cultural thing. Who was he to judge the habits of this small village? Didn't really matter to him, at the end of the day. No, what did surprise him for real was how the stranger sounded... almost concerned about him.

ㅤ«I must say that, usually, surveying the waters is the sort of task to be done in a small team - at least, two persons. However, considering I'm the only one hired for this case, I will be doing it alone.» Not ideal, not the kind of thing advised in handbooks and during university classes, but hey. Often, the job had to adapt to the real world conditions, and not the other way around. «Why, are you offering yourself to come with me? Thankful as I am, I already explained why you're not allowed to. Also,» he paused now for a second, an amused [almost teasing] smile curving his lips, «- I don't even know your name yet.»

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Shisui gave him a funny look, yes Shisui knew he could not see him do that. But would that stop him? Nah. He went through drawers persistent and relentless. It was not his first nor shall be his last time to pack. He would always pack on his own for a mission for traveling. He was an adult too early. His mother died when she was giving him a birth, his father died on a mission.

He made a gesture with his hand imitating Itachi talking. Soon after he continued to pack, a few shirts he folded them and stacked them. A couple of socks, underwear...A toothbrush a few things here a few things there and back pack cooould barely zip up.

"I still think traveling scroll is a better idea, but I can't argue with a confident man like you. So when do you wish us to go? At dawn or at dusk?"

«I will carry the backpack myself, don't worry.»

ㅤShisui's complaining over the choice of a bag instead of a scroll put the smile back on Itachi's lips. It was almost like listening to Sasuke when he was little, whining over having to do his homework before being allowed to go to the training grounds. Though he couldn't deny the logic underlying it - it was true that carrying a bag would be unnecessarily tiring, especially for his sickly body. But it didn't matter to him. He chose the bag and would commit to that choice, and carry it himself without issues. How could they have a camping trip without a backpack? It was thematic!

ㅤ«Please don't make a mess in the drawers. If I catch anything out of the proper place after you finish packing, I will make you do laundry for two weeks once we're back home.»

ㅤHe would, and they both knew it. But Shisui would definitely be the one to get packing done quicker, considering how he could actually see what he was doing. Not too worried, anyway, Itachi finished preparing the cake batter and began carefully pouring it into the form to take to the oven. Next step: prepare the frosting.

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Ignoring false accusations and protests that Itachi made Shisui held him close. The persistent click of dishes told Shisui that the sink was still very full. The foam was covering everything, sometimes when Shisui would hit a nerve Itachi would make a louder click or his hand wouls stop. the false accusations and protests that Itachi made, Shisui held him close. The persistent click of dishes told Shisui that the sink was still very full. The foam covered everything. Sometimes, when Shisui hit a nerve, Itachi would make a louder click or his hand would stop. But his body was in Shisui's hold and was calm not following his teasing tone.

"Itachi, maybe you haven't noticed, but I am a walking disaster for a kitchen. I am a calamity if you want me to cook or do anything in it."

He could feel Itachi's muscles relax same as the last night as they slept. As Itachi fell asleep against his chest. How Itachi fell limp calmly sleeping, his even warm breath against Shisui's skin. It put Shisui at ease how Itachi trusted him while sleeping in his arms. The same was now...

"You like to tease me, don't you? You better be grateful to our goddess for granting me, your awesome partner, friend, and lover back to you" He said all smug pointing the thumb toward himself.

He kisses Itachi, peaking his lips before taking the scroll with himself and landing his smug ass on the sofa. "I will be here bring those tissues and come to watch the crying show"

«You are very welcome. I'm happy you enjoyed it so.»

ㅤItachi's smile, while hearing those words, could light up an entire dark room; not because of the compliment, but because he, once again, had the chance to care for someone he loved so deeply. Gathering the dishes once Shisui was done eating, he brought everything back to the kitchen to begin cleaning - only to be soon interrupted in the best of ways. In the most distracting of ways, as well, as his beloved clung to him like that and started attacking his sensitive neck.

ㅤ«If you make me break anything, the second half of your birthday will be spent sweeping the floor and then going out to buy me more plates and cups.»

ㅤIt might be Shisui's birthday but, honestly, it was Itachi who felt like the one receiving all the gifts. To be able to joke like this again, to be able to say silly things with no consequence, to replace the guilt and sorrow and grief of all the past years with genuine laughter and happiness. Even if he decided to go around the entire village on his knees, it still wouldn't be enough to thank Amaterasu-no-Mikoto for Her blessing and miracle.

ㅤFinally finished with dish washing, somehow avoiding any accidents, Itachi then dried his hands on a towel and went to join his friend [still his friend, they might be beyond that now but Shisui would never not be the best friend he'd ever had] as he put on the sun necklace and appreciated himself in the mirror. That and the scroll, as well. The smile returned to his lips as Shisui so vehemently refused to part with it, though now it was softer. Almost a bittersweet smile. So much pain and suffering was written down in that scroll... maybe it had been a bit of a selfish present. But Itachi desperately needed to let out all of that pain, it'd been stifled for far too long. It was like a wound that needed to be out of the bandages, face the fresh air again even if it hurt, so that it could finally heal.

«Always a big baby,» he said, his tone teasing but gentle, «Do you need me to get you some tissues?»

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More military AU ShiIta.... rubble brushes are love. Rubble brushes are life.

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Gift for @shisuisgirlfriend , her OC and shisui together

It's just a simple BW illustration tho I hope that's ok >w<

have a nice day!

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I woke up with the thought that I needed to draw Shisui's curly hair, asap. 😌

If you want to buy me a coffee, here is a link! 💛

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For my friend shinsoo_fox. A drawing from a photo of her dolls

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ㅤA siren from the deep came to me,

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤsang my name ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤmy longing

smol thing for @shisui-uchiha-anon ❤︎

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pixel art stamp concepts!~

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BEING IN ARTISTIC BLOCK IS HORRIBLE 😭 (anyway more ShiIta ✨✨)