#(for the record. i love itachi. this will not stop me from dangling him off a cliff by the ankle for dumbass bitch crimes)
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no he still dies. it's just that he has to listen to naruto and sakura bitching at him alongside sasuke.
sakura maybe could have tried to save him but. why would she
naruto crack au where kakashi manages to successfully drill the "never abandon your comrades" thing into team seven's heads
so when sasuke deserts naruto and sakura immediately desert with him. like he gets to the village gates and they're just waiting for him bags packed like "what took u so long we doing this or what"
he tries to get them to go back bc of course he does. "no you losers this is about me i'm going to kill my brother. also i'll have to kill my best friend for the super sharingan and you two are like the only people i talk to". but they do not listen. teamwork sasuke we will defeat your brother (OUR brother #communism) with the power of teamwork. just like kakashi-sensei said
suddenly orochimaru has to deal with three horrible little goblins with an even more codependent relationship than his old team
#naruto#naruto shippuden#teamwork makes the dreamwork au#tobi tells them about itachi afterwards and sasuke is the only one who cares#naruto: holy shit#sasuke: my brother...#sakura: damn glad we killed him what a loser#sasuke: sakura. my brother#sakura: YOUR COMRADES COME BEFORE THE GOVERNMENT SASUKE WE KNOW THIS#sasuke: MY BROTHER SAKURA#naruto is too focused on keeping them from killing each other to really think about it#kisame and suigetsu are fighting with swords some more. karin and juugo are watching with popcorn#zetsu is wondering if anyone will notice if he nibbles on itachi's corpse while they argue#they still decide to avenge the uchiha clan tho. sakura is just very vocally doing it for everyone who isn't itachi#naruto thinks she should get over it. like sasuke loves him again so it's fine right#then itachi gets edo tensei'd and naruto immediately tries to kill him again#he stops after itachi brainwashes himself free but only bc it would make sasuke sad#sasuke: we're team taka now. also i love my brother again and miss him and we're killing the government#karin suigetsu and juugo: okie-dokie boss#naruto and sakura: *still firmly members of the itachi hate club*#itachi asks naruto to keep the truth of the massacre hidden and naruto punches him again#then supports sasuke making him a hero out of spite#itachi in the afterlife: this is not what i asked for#the entire uchiha clan: oh gosh we feel soooo bad for you tell us more#(for the record. i love itachi. this will not stop me from dangling him off a cliff by the ankle for dumbass bitch crimes)
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Eden: BLEACH [2]
ZERO / BLEACH (here) / TWIST / REVERSE / DYE / RED
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One lives in the hope of becoming a memory. - Antonio Porchia
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There was a knock on the open door. Sakura scowled before she even looked up.
“Go away.”
“You sound more and more like him with every day.”
Sakura finally lifted her head from the ancient manuscript. She lowered her magnifying glass.
“Headmaster,�� she greeted Hashirama. The older man, who hadn’t aged a single day since she had first met him, smiled in return. He lingered in the doorway, well aware of the fact that she hadn’t actually invited him inside. She just blinked at him.
Hashirama sighed.
“You’re really just like him. I wanted to let you know that those spell books you requested last month are finally here,” he informed her. And then his eyes drifting to the pile sitting on her desk. “Oh… you already got them?”
Sakura paused. The truth was that she recalled in her long nightmare several days ago that these books would arrive. Just to be sure, she had popped into the library to check. And there they were. Labelled with her name and her department.
It was unsettling- if that was the right word for a situation like this.
Coincidences happened all the time. But was it a coincidence if so many of them piled up at once like this?
“How goes the research?” Hashirama then asked.
In response, Sakura extended her hand. She imagined the molecules in the air gathering into a solid surface. The shield expanded, shoving Hashirama all the way out the door. Hashirama examined the shimmering surface of the shield. When he poked it, static electricity crackled off the outside. He jerked his hand back.
“That’s a nice touch,” he commended. And then he waved his hand. “Alright. I get the hint. I’ll get out of your hair.”
“Thank you,” Sakura replied, already turning back to her reading.
Madara cackled when Sakura recounted the encounter to him that night.
“Good. Keep that geezer far away from you,” Madara agreed, crunching a pistachio between his back molars.
Sakura thought for a moment. She turned away from the stove for a moment. It was her turn to cook dinner. “You’re no spring chicken yourself, Papa,” she reminded him. Madara frowned at her.
Sakura paused. She lowered her spatula.
“Sorry, was that too much?” she asked.
But Madara only smirked, leaning against the counter. He ruffled her hair.
��Don’t worry about that kind of crap, kid. We’re always fine,” he assured her. And then he pointed at the pan. Sakura went back to stirring the garlic before it could burn.
“Quit snacking on those. You’ll ruin your appetite,” Sakura told him. She heard him chuckle.
“Are you my grandmother? Quit nagging.” And then he crunched through another pistachio, grinding it to pieces between his teeth.
Later that night, Sakura laid on her bed, phone pressed to her ear.
“Are you sure you won’t come? The guys are cute. I promise,” Ino pleaded one last time. And then she added: “Sorry. It’s just… I haven’t seen you in forever. I miss you.”
And Sakura smiled at the ceiling.
“Yeah. I’ll sit this one out, Ino. I’m not feeling it,” Sakura answered. She heard Ino sigh.
Before Ino could worry too much, Sakura then said: “I do appreciate the invites, Ino. I know you’re just thinking about me. I’ll be at the next one.”
Ino’s tone brightened. “Okay. I’ll talk to you tomorrow then.”
“Take pictures so I can see them later.”
“Yeah yeah. I’ll drop by the shop?”
“Yeah.”
“Love you.”
“Love you too.”
Letting out a sigh, Sakura dropped the phone and rolled onto her side. She stretched her arms over her head. As she lay there, she could hear footsteps downstairs. She thought for a moment. And then her mouth opened.
“Papa,” she called.
No response.
She considered getting up, and then she extended her left arm. Pointing, she flicked her wrist as she called him again.
This time, the “Papa” traveled down the stairs, spreading through the third floor like mist. She could feel the way the word surged ahead, knocking walls and doors, spreading until she was sure that it could be heard everywhere.
There was a pause. And then she felt Madara’s magic wash over her in a wave. Soft. Just a little warm- as were the spells of most fire affinity casters.
What.
I’m bored.
There was a drawn-out exhale. Madara trudged up the stairs, his glasses dangling from the chain around his neck. He stood in the doorway, hand on his hip.
“What do you want me to do about that?” he demanded.
Sakura tilted her head to look at him.
“Dunno. I wanna eat something.”
Madara squinted at her. “We had dinner.”
Sakura stared right back at him.
He pushed off the doorway, already walking out of the room.
“You want toast?”
“With butter and jam,” she called after him. Hugging a pillow to her chest, she fell back on the bed again.
“Brat,” he grumbled, stomping down the stairs.
Sakura laughed.
They stood at the counter eating together, barefoot, scolding each other for getting crumbs everywhere.
Sakura loved the way the butter melted in her mouth, mixing with the sweet taste of strawberries. Madara even cut the toast into triangles, just the way she liked, even though she had never once asked him to.
It struck her, staring out the kitchen window, how fortunate she was. The people who had abandoned her had never written or called. She was sure that the Senju Institute and Madara knew of some way to get in touch with them. But she didn’t want to know.
Madara had taught her when everyone else said there was something defective about her. He had given her a place to belong. And as all these thoughts swam around in her head, Sakura let her head fall against Madara’s arm.
“You know…”
Madara looked at her as he took a bite of his toast.
“I really like being here with you, Papa. I feel happy here,” she told him.
Madara stopped chewing. He looked away.
“Then stick around, kid. It’s not bad having you around too,” Madara replied, not meeting her eyes.
Sakura beamed. She didn’t have to say anything else. They finished eating their late-night snack together. Brushing crumbs off their face and licking jam from their fingers once they were done.
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On the days that she wasn’t working at the dream shop, Sakura was working on her own research. Her thesis was exploring how magical barriers and fields interact with dreams. If shields and charms were cast in the real world, would those protections extend to dreams? (No.) Could they be manipulated to work in dreams? (Maybe- she wasn’t sure yet.)
Her undergraduate studies in abjuration focused mostly on shields and banishment. Shisui had laughed when she announced her major to them one morning at the shop. As Itachi and Sasuke both punched his arms, he tried to explain that it was a good thing.
Of course you would want to protect people. That’s just like you.
Everyone in the Uchiha family agreed that Sakura’s shields had a kick to them. They didn’t just block. They fought back when attacked. One of her favorite shields was one that she liked to call The Urchin. It looked like any other shield- clear but shimmering faintly under the right light. If touched gently, it had no reaction. But if struck with force, thousands of spikes rose out of the surface to stab the threat.
For Sasuke, who favored evocation magic, Sakura’s shields were a great source of amusement as he tried to find ways to break them down with fireballs and bolts of lightning. And Sakura in turn would then work to fix those weaknesses to render his attacks harmless. Neither of them ever admitted it out loud, but their playful competition was what had probably driven both of them to excel in their studies during their undergrad years.
Itachi worked almost exclusively with illusions. His ability to blur illusions with reality made him a fearsome sparring partner. It was no surprise that he had graduated at the top of his class in record time. Even now, his old professors joked that Itachi had walked into the school and then walked out with his diplomas.
Shisui was the only one among them that hadn’t gone on to college. But that didn’t seem to bother anyone- especially not his parents. Because as soon as it was legal, Shisui was scouted to work with the city’s observatory to test how celestial bodies and their positions influenced casting. It was a new field that not many people were familiar with. Shisui had a tendency to pack his car with his telescope and spectrometer and drive off into the mountains whenever the skies were clear. If his frequent absences irritated Madara, he didn’t say anything.
With so many people around her who excelled at magic, it wasn’t hard to find someone to assist her with research on most days. Even her friends from school, Ino and Naruto, were usually around to lend a helping hand.
But Sakura liked it best when Madara was the one to help her with her experiments.
“Because I ask the least amount of stupid questions,” he guessed when she told him so.
They sat cross-legged in Sakura’s room in the dream world. Madara looked around at all the crystals that filled the tall shelves. She had recently extended the height of her room just to accommodate them all.
“No. You just… you’re good at knowing how to help. You’re kind of a natural, Papa,” Sakura replied.
Before Madara could touch any of the dreams, Sakura made a sweeping gesture with both her hands. The room around them dissolved into a gentle blue mist. And when it reformed, they were standing in what looked like the city park. There was even a swing creaking gently in the breeze nearby.
Madara was sitting on a boulder now. He patted the surface a few times, nodding approvingly.
“The texture’s pretty realistic. You’ve got a good eye for detail,” he commented.
Sakura took a moment to smile before she closed her eyes and gathered energy into her palms again. This time, when she swept her arms, the particles in the air began to vibrate, knitting together. Closer and closer, closing the gaps until they formed a standard shield.
Madara picked up a small stone and tossed it at the shield. It bounced off.
“Well. Looks like it’s holding this time around.”
As he spoke, the smooth surface of the shield began to ripple. Like a soap bubble, it popped. Sakura’s arms fell to her sides. Her lips jutted out.
“Oh man, I thought I really had it this time,” she lamented.
But Madara just patted the empty spot beside him. Sakura made her way over. She climbed up on the boulder and plopped down beside him.
“I wonder why shields don’t work in dreams. It would be helpful for lots of people,” she grumbled. She pulled her knees up to her chest.
“Why’d you choose something so hard? No one’s ever managed to make abjuration magic last here. The dream world doesn’t follow the regular laws of nature,” Madara pointed out. And as if to drive the point home, he held up his pointer finger. A flame appeared at the tip. Only it was burning upside down.
Sakura copied him. She lowered the temperature of the magic until it turned a dull, almost brownish color. When she lowered her hand, the flame dissipated completely.
“There’s lots of people. Kids especially. Who feel scared. And maybe they didn’t have some weird artificer popping into their heads every night to make the nightmares go away,” she explained. When she met Madara’s eyes, he was smiling again. Sighing, he patted her head a couple times.
“You got a real heart of gold. You know that, right?” he commended. But the praise almost sounded a little sad.
Madara’s hand fell away.
“By the way, I wanted to ask.”
“Yeah, Papa?”
“You’ve been at home a lot lately. Something happen with your friends?”
It wasn’t like Madara to pry into her private matters. He hadn’t asked why she had started casting a barrier over their home every night before they went to bed. And he didn’t ask why she had suddenly started texting him every day while she was at work.
It was just a nightmare. One of countless ones she had dreamt over all these years. It still made her feel sick to remember the scene. So much blood.
She did feel guilty for not speaking to Gaara again. He hadn’t done anything wrong. But the image of him laying dead there next to Madara had felt too strange. Part of the reason she had chosen to minor in divination was because dreams and divination were often linked together. Dreams could be a warning of some events to come. And if Gaara was part of that ominous message, she didn’t want to involve herself with him in any way.
“Just been busy. Too tired to go out, mostly. Everything’s fine with my friends. Ino’s gonna drop by the shop tomorrow. I might get lunch with her,” Sakura replied, looking down at her hands.
They both looked up as they heard distant beeping.
“That’s your alarm,” Sakura told him, turning to Madara again.
He hadn’t aged a day since he had picked her up from the Senju Academy all those years ago. She knew that really talented casters who were constantly working with magic often lived much longer. Bathing in all that energy had a rejuvenating effect. She suspected that her aging would begin to slow soon too. It was rumored that Professor Tobirama and Professor Hashirama were centuries old- although no one would know from looking at their faces.
Madara nodded.
“See you soon, kid.”
He tapped her shoulder once before he dissolved into black mist.
When Sakura opened her eyes, she could hear the faucet running in the bathroom. Her phone was buzzing on her nightstand. She reached over to hit the snooze button. The faucet shut off.
“Papa,” she croaked half into her pillow.
There was a pause. When she pried one eye open, Madara was opening her bedroom door. There was a towel around his neck.
“Pancakes,” was all she mumbled.
Madara rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, yeah, Your Highness,” he complained, closing the door again.
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The peaceful days continued even as the weather grew cold. Snow fell on the city, but the inside of the dream shop stayed cozy thanks to an enchantment cast by Madara at the beginning of every winter.
Sakura didn’t really have to duck her head when she entered the store. But her cousins did. It was one of the few times when she was glad to be so much shorter.
She unwrapped her scarf and tossed it into the air. It hovered there. Waiting until she unzipped her coat and threw it too. Only then did the magic whisk them both away to hang on the coat rack.
“Morning,” Sasuke said from behind the counter.
“Hi. I’m freezing,” she replied. Nose red from the cold, Sakura rubbed her hands together.
“There’s still some coffee in the break room. Help yourself,” Sasuke told her. And when he began taking off his hoodie for her, Sakura waved his offer away.
When she approached, Sasuke turned the appointment book around so she could see the day’s schedule. Itachi was upstairs dealing with a client already. She didn’t have anything booked until after lunch today.
“Shisui?” she called.
“In storage,” came a muffled reply.
She found him digging through one of the shelves. To the side were rolled pieces of paper. She picked one up and opened it to find a star map.
“What’s this?”
Shisui’s head popped up.
“Ah. Weather looks real clear tomorrow. I’m gonna head out and get some readings.”
Sakura felt her knees buckle. She gripped the edge of the shelf as she remembered something else from that nightmare that had never faded from her mind.
“Shi.”
“Yeah?”
When she didn’t speak, Shisui straightened. Dusting off his shirt, he stepped toward her. When he saw the look on her face, he rushed the last few steps. He grasped her shoulders.
“Hey hey hey. What’s wrong?”
Sakura grabbed his forearms.
“Do you have to go?”
“What?”
“On your trip. Do you have to go?”
“Yeah, kid. Been planning this for a while. What’s wrong?” he said, slowly. He searched her face as he spoke. She hated the way his forehead wrinkled with concern. Hated even more the way Sasuke opened the door. Standing there with his fists held in front of him, as if getting ready to punch whatever had upset her.
“What’d you say, you turd?” Sasuke snapped. He shoved Shisui aside. He ducked to get a better look at Sakura’s expression.
“You don’t look so good. Let’s go sit down,” Sasuke suggested. He took her hand. Waited for her to slowly curl her fingers around his. As he guided her to the door, Itachi appeared. His face brightened as he spotted her.
“Hey. When’d you get here?” he greeted her.
The warmth in his voice made her burst into tears.
“What’d you two say to her?” Itachi immediately accused. He crossed the threshold to wrap his arms around her, holding her close to his chest. He patted her back as he went on with his scolding the others. “She’s tired enough as is without you two saying something stupid to her.”
“I didn’t do anything, I swear.”
“I just said I was going on a trip.”
Sakura bawled into Itachi’s shirt. She didn’t have the energy to care how stupid she must look. She needed to tell Shisui not to go. Not go away. Because what if that awful dream came true and he disappeared forever again? And then Itachi would go too. And to imagine the sorrow in Sasuke’s face hurt more than all those other things put together.
“Sasuke, go get her something to drink. Shisui, go get a blanket out of the back,” Itachi was ordering now. And then he lowered his voice.
“There there. Cry it out. You’ll feel better once you do,” Itachi murmured, patting her back again.
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#not but seriously if he was spying then. he was really fucking bad at it. like what info did he pass on. no one knew shit about fuck#maybe he really DID pass on info but his communication skills were so bad he accidentally made people know less about the akatsuki
#itachi: btw i was gonna brainwash u. kluvubaiiiiiii#sasuke: welp. not dealing with that anytime soon
#tobi tells them about itachi afterwards and sasuke is the only one who cares#naruto: holy shit#sasuke: my brother...#sakura: damn glad we killed him what a loser#sasuke: sakura. my brother#sakura: YOUR COMRADES COME BEFORE THE GOVERNMENT SASUKE WE KNOW THIS#sasuke: MY BROTHER SAKURA#naruto is too focused on keeping them from killing each other to really think about it#kisame and suigetsu are fighting with swords some more. karin and juugo are watching with popcorn#zetsu is wondering if anyone will notice if he nibbles on itachi's corpse while they argue#they still decide to avenge the uchiha clan tho. sakura is just very vocally doing it for everyone who isn't itachi#naruto thinks she should get over it. like sasuke loves him again so it's fine right#then itachi gets edo tensei'd and naruto immediately tries to kill him again#he stops after itachi brainwashes himself free but only bc it would make sasuke sad#sasuke: we're team taka now. also i love my brother again and miss him and we're killing the government#karin suigetsu and juugo: okie-dokie boss#naruto and sakura: *still firmly members of the itachi hate club*#itachi asks naruto to keep the truth of the massacre hidden and naruto punches him again#then supports sasuke making him a hero out of spite#itachi in the afterlife: this is not what i asked for#the entire uchiha clan: oh gosh we feel soooo bad for you tell us more#(for the record. i love itachi. this will not stop me from dangling him off a cliff by the ankle for dumbass bitch crimes)
#crispin freeman get out of my bedroom
#kinda nuts to me that people try to act like itachi was a good person when even itachi never tried to do that#at no point did itachi go ''and this is why i'm winning the world's best brother award. sasuke are you listening''
#i can tell what she's thinking here...#''man itachi is really bad at getting rid of people. i'm fine kabuto's fine sasuke-kun is doing wonderful...''#''maybe itachi peaked at sixteen''
#dammit itachi people had questions
#orochimaru: i'm in sasuke's body!#sasuke: gross#orochimaru: not sexually. don't worry i'm only sexually attracted to the amount of problems i can cause for other people#sasuke: oh that's fine then#itachi: no the fuck it isn't how dare you put something strange and horrible in my little brother's body#orochimaru: wow you're right it's really fucked up of me to completely ignore his autonomy and expect him to follow my personal agenda#itachi:#orochimaru:#itachi: NIGHTMARE JAIL FOR ONE THOUSAND YEARS!!!!!!!#sasuke: what just happened#itachi: don't worry about it. help me kill myself#sasuke: what#itachi: i said gimme ur eyeballs
#look i may not have been the best big brother. but i'm not itachi#that's something#i love him so much
#itachi: what do u mean sasuke went crazy. how could it have come to this#naruto: you murdered his whole family in front of him. and tortured him. more than once#itachi: oh yeah. but it's ok i have a backup plan. i secretly shoved a crow down your throat to brainwash him with#naruto: hey what the hell is wrong with you#itachi: i make excellent decisions
#i love itachi he's so fucking stupid#love how so many naruto characters are introduced as ''he's.... a GENIUS'' and then we find out they're dumb as shit
#he subjected himself to this. on purpose#itachi: the akatsuki is like my family#tobi: awwww#itachi: in that i one day hope to slaughter you all#tobi: hey bitch i did like 90% of ur job for u
#i mean. yeah#remember that moment when we learned the truth about the uchiha massacre and we were like idk twelve so we thought itachi was awesome#and then we grew up and went ''ohhhhh yeah no he's still a piece of shit he's just also sad''#itachi is so stupid i love him
#itachi has unlocked: self-awareness
i'm so mean to him. and for what
gonna make a compilation of all the times i've bullied itachi for no reason in the tags of my blog. see what i find
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