#Hoshigaki Kisame's Mother

[phlebaswrites]

Teen Halloween

Summary:

Itachi is resigned to Halloween.

It turns out to be much better than he expected.

A Modern AU.

Rating: Teen And Up Fandom: Naruto Relationship: Hoshigaki Kisame/Uchiha Itachi Word Count: 674 (Complete)

Entry for KisaWeen 2024 (@kisames-corner)

Day 1 - October 26: Campfire Horror Story | A Walk through the Woods | Apple Picking

The third and final part of Anything That You Want to Be.

Itachi walks through the woods, autumn leaves crunching under the soles of his sneakers. Their vibrant red is faded to a nondescript brown, lit only by the glimmers of moonlight that find their way through the tall trees all around him, and they suit his mood.

For all that he's always grumbled about the matching costumes inflicted on him every Halloween, first by his mother and then by his brother, the tradition has become something of a touchstone in his life. A reassuring routine, through which he can anchor himself to his family.

Being on his own, for the first time in years, is unsettling, leaving him feeling cut off… adrift.

Both okaasan and Sasuke encouraged him to do this, to celebrate the final year of his schooling by attending this 'teen only party', but he can't seem to settle into his own skin.

Possibly because it isn't his own skin.

Read the rest on AO3.

[sharkfinx]

Childhood Memories.

Far from the mainland of Kirigakure, deeper in the mist where the rays of sun would only reach in the hottest of the summer days. Wood platforms stand floating in the sea as the waves are peaceful at that part of the country. Some houses are connected by bridges, others seem to only lead to nothing at the first glance. Not all Hoshigakis liked to be dry all the time, some structures stood deeply at the sea’s bottom. 

Bubbles emerge at the corner of one of those platforms as one boy jumps from the water. Holding a red crab over his head and with quick steps enter one of those houses. 

"Mamaaa Mamaaa! Can I eat this??" The little boy exclaims to a taller figure, already nibbling on one of the crustacean’s legs. His mother stands almost two and half meters tall, their head resembles more a shark than the rest of their body. Their hands are busy sharpening a dagger in a grindstone in the middle of the kitchen.

"Oh dear, you'll ruin your appetite…. you better give it to me, nee." Her voice differs from her appearance, it’s a soft and monotone tone. She takes the little animals from the kid's hands and daggle it over her big jaw full of teeth. “Not fair! Not fair! Mama maaama!” The tiny boy can’t do anything besides try to reach it with his tiny hands.  As the crab was falling inside their mouth, a spear came flying and hits it. Crashing the little one over the bamboo’s wall. Another figure, smaller and more human..if it wasn't one single gill under each one of her cheeks and the blue grayish skin. She shakes her head negatively toward the two. At their back there’s a giant piece of squid that is wrapped with a net. It’s already sliced up as if it was torn apart with precision. 

“Eeehh? You’re taking the prey from your own kid? I’ll pull all of your teeth out.” The woman enters the kitchen soaked in water, twisting their long blue hair over the floor. It doesn’t seem to matter as the wood didn’t seem to absorb it. That house is adapted for that type of living. She tosses her caught at the other’s muzzle. “--- Again?” The giant answered with a scared voice, rummaging through kitchen’s silverware. A large ceramic board is placed in the sink, as it starts to prepare the dinner. “—don’t be so dramatic, my love. You act as if they wouldn’t grow back… besides you forgot to bring the kelp I asked twice that week. It’s your own fault.” She gives light taps over her wife’s shoulder before placing a hand over her own mouth that had the same sharp teeth. “Kekeekekeek ~”  

“No no.. you have to be more elegant, Kii-chan.” The smaller woman has a bamboo sword in her hands, circling the kid that stands still, balancing rice bags over their head and shoulders. At the slight movement, the mother gently taps her sword at his ankle, fixing his posture. “Mizukages can’t have rude soldiers by their side. We’re Hoshigakis—We are their blade, their hand, their strength…. Outside the battlefield we must be pristine, educated and — “What happens if I’m not?” The boy interrupts her, with a mockery grin. “I’ll bite your head off and have another son. Kekekeke~” She smacks the top of his head with the bamboo sword, rolling her eyes. “Ouchy! Moooommmm! You’re always saying that…” He feels his feet sinking for a second—immediately controlling his chakra to stay over the water. “Kii-chan, focus. Go on, again.” “I’m Hoshigaki Kisame, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” He places a hand over his chest, bowing elegantly… it’s all perfect until a bag of rice falls from his shoulders. Silence. The little boy shrugs with a guilty smile but his mom doesn’t forgive. He runs but she’s faster and as soon after catching him, affectionally nimble on the boy’s head as he laughs wholeheartedly. 

The taller Hoshigaki and her kid are wearing matching aprons, the kitchen is big enough to fit them. Completely adapted with all tools that were handcrafted for her big claw hands. While the mom gouges the fishes from a basket, the little boy, standing over a chair, helps her by cutting vegetables. “ — I was from the fifth squad of soldiers while your mom was from the first division. She didn’t really want to retire, neee.” She talks in a dreamy manner, holding one of the fishes to her cheek. “Who would? Standing side by side by the third. She was so fierce, so strong… What an honor. Be their blade and listen directly to his orders? fighting non stop, the bloody org—” Kisame is unsure if his mom’s passion is directed to the Mizukage or to her wife. Maybe both? But his ears perked when she suddenly stopped. “Bloody what?” His ears work too good for his own good. “ Nothing, nee.” Her face is dark blue. She gets one of the fishes that wasn’t cut and slices their head off. Turning it upside down on a cup as she waits for the blood to pour.  Pushing to the boy that quickly forgets his question and starts drinking as if was a juice. “Then then?” “Well… We were training as usual. The first division is responsible for training the rest of the soldiers… and then It was my turn. I knew I wasn’t going to win, nee ! but I tried my best. In the end, I had one broken arm and one rib. My dorsal fin was bleeding out because she almost tore it off. Then she grabbed my face and said;  What a pathetic girl you are, Kekekeke. ~” The fish on her claws is smashed to bits as she fangirls in a completely passionate voice. “Took me 5 years to be able to defeat her so we could marry. So many broken bones.. Would do it all over again! nee nee ~” “But pathetic is ...! That’s an insult! That's rude! nee?” Kisame watches his mom pathetically hides her embarrassed face. “You won’t understand! You’re still a little pup, dear. Now enough talking! Finish cutting those before we both get our eyes pulled off, nee.”  She cleans off the bits of fish with water from the sink as they both return doing their chores.

It's graduation day. The friendships that were made in the past years were sliced off at every dance of sword that crashes at each other. Bodies cover the floor; Kids, young adults and others. All of the silenced voices had only one goal: to be a shinobi. Their only bad luck is to have a Hoshigaki at their class.

As his sword goes back to the shelf, the last one standing is covered in so much blood that his blue skin can’t be seen. It’s the first time Kisame has the scent of human blood. The ecstasy that only a winner can feel. From the top of the stairs a man stands taller than others, his expression unchanging upon the carnage. He stands from his chair—walks by the long stairs that take up the center of the stage. His long dark hair adorned with pears, his face calmer than death itself. The elegance, his manners. As he walks, others bow in respect. Until they’re face to face. His mothers talked about this man but seeing him was another completely experience. As if an angel descends from the heavens to meet him. A power that he can’t comprehend looks down, silently. The 10 year old boy places a hand over his chest, looks down and finally takes a knee. “I’m Hoshigaki Kisame, it’s an honor to meet you. Mizukage sama.” Perfectly acted at every bit, when given the order he opens his eyes again and stands up. He watches those hands so affectionately place the Kirigakure’s bandana over his forehead. Eyes never blinking staring at the figure, their straight hair that falls over their shoulder so gracefully, their delicate eyelashes and compassion. “Honor your village and the ones before and after me. Congratulations. Hoshigaki Kisame.” The little boy’s heart burst. It’s instincts, an automatic imprint that happens to every single one of his kin. He’s not nervous, but there’s something in his chest that burns passionately and he finally understands his mothers’s feelings. A loyalty uncompressible to anyone other than Hoshigakis.  “What a monstrous chakra he has.” The mizukage places a hand over the spiky blue hair of the graduate and gently pets. “He’s a single child after all. Kekekeke..”

Hoshigaki’s families rarely had a single child, the usual was six at the start as the number go down as they share that aspect with their animal counterpart. Three was the normal.. but one?  

“I guess he didn’t even spare his own siblings, nee.” “A monster, indeed. The monster of our hidden mis---” Their conversation is interrupted by a loud, deep purring that comes from the kid. All eyes turn to Kisame as he is grinning, eyes closed and nuzzling the Mizukage’s hand with his head. His mothers shake their heads, tapping his own forehead. The mizukage almost form something that resembles the smallest of the grins. He doesn’t smile—since that died a long time ago when someone was taken from him.

The three of them are walking under the moonlight, Kisame is over the shoulders of one of his moms, staring without stop at his bandana. “Ooooo! Smells like him!” He lowers it down as both of his moms give a sniff. “ It does! Isn’t that incredible? neee. Kii-chan!” The one carrying Kisame smiles happily afterwards. “I’m soo jealous! I was graduated by the second’s… His scent wasn’t as good.” “Someday…I...—would be nice to work for the Mizukage sama, nee ~” The kid nuzzle his mom’s head, taking a big yawn. “Kekekeke ~ It was inevitable! It's our instincts. The Mizukage represents our village and its people, ….Our connection with them runs in our blood. Kii-chan. When we shared our first meal—and our ancestors launched themselves into the land and lost their skin. The first accepted us as their kids.... but the third accept us as we are. Bloodlust and all. It’s our sacred purpose. As they are the only ones that can handle our feral kind of love.”

He listens closely to his mother as her image mirrors under the sea at her feet. The bandana is tied back to their forehead and he promises to not forget what it represents.

[yuriko-mukami]

My Different Fandom OCs

…and their species

First of all, I have to say that most of my OCs are fandomless unless you count my own books as fandoms. So, I have tons of OCs but not too many fandom OCs, and even fewer I have actually roleplayed. 

Tagged by: @lucidesunderstander

Tagging: @nalia-tsukino @mermaid--bride @hanakohanabe @strawberry--bride

Pictures: Picrew, Pinterest, and my drawings (some of them rather old)

My Diabolik OCs

I have a full family of kitsune OCs for this fandom but I’m going to list only the ones I actively roleplay.

Tsukino Yuriko / Mukami Yuriko

Species: Kitsune 

Yuriko is my main RP character and also my comfort character. She is shipped with Mukami Ruki. But honestly, you all already knew that. You can read her canon story here.

Tsukino Yuuto

Species: Kitsune 

Yuuto is Yuriko’s big brother. He has his own blog (@yuuto-tsukino) on Tumblr, but I mostly RP as him privately. He is shipped with Tsukino Nalia (@nalia-tsukino), who is my friend’s OC.

Kitsui Himiko

Species: Kitsune 

Himiko is a distant relative of Yuriko and Yuuto but doesn’t know anything about them. I only RP as her privately. She is shipped with Homura Shinji who is my friend’s OC.

Minor DL OCs I roleplay occasionally

Kozima Mineko

Kozima Kenjo

Kozima Toshi

Kozima Toru

Species: Kitsune 

Inari

Species: Kami

My OCs in the Other Fandoms

All of them are human. I don’t roleplay as them anymore.

Ana May Minth

Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean

I honestly can’t remember much about her. She is a fiery waitress from Tortuga and got caught in the pirate business. She has a situationship with Captain Jack Sparrow.

Jane Sparrow

Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean

Jack Sparrow's little sister from a different mother. She is a supporting character in a fan fiction story I wrote (The Hot Winds of the Caribbean), but I also included her in the same RP as Ana. She has no ship, but she wants one, meaning a boat kind of ship.

Aikiwa Yume

Fandom: Naruto

A young woman who didn’t know about her origins. She started as a self-insert (Afi) but grew as her own character, and I gave her another name.

Akatsuki ordered Uchiha Itachi and Hoshigaki Kisame to kidnap Yume without telling them the reason. Later, it was revealed she had been brought out of Konoha before Itachi had slaughtered his whole clan, so she is actually an Uchiha, too.

Yume is shipped with Itachi, and I wrote a 150 000 word story “The Red Dawn” based on that roleplay. The RP story is an AU where Itachi survives but becomes blind after his fight with Sasuke. Yume has twins with him at the end of the story.

[reiketsunomizunomegami]

Akatsuki boys reaction to my oc Jana Diamond

Warning: cursing mainly on Hidan, Fluff, SFW to the Rest, some spoiler, changes of some plot

Feat: Itachi, Kisame, Hidan, Kakuzu, Sasori, Deidara, Zetsu, and Tobi/Obito

Pain had suddenly recruited me while I was on my way home from my previous Mission.. He talks to me and explain his Organization's cause and afterwards he Invited me to join the so called Akatsuki... I told him that I will think about it and he agrees before he vanishes from the dark leaving me inside the Cold and dark forest...

After a few days I went inside the Forest again and call for his name.. Pain stare at me with a serious face “I'm In” I said in a Calm tone “Come with me” He said sending me the same vibe.. The redheaded man makes me to follow him to the weird looking place “You have to meet the others” he said making me hum in agreement

When we reach at wide looking cave he opens his mouth and calls out a numerous name that I never heard before.. Slowly some unknown people to me approached us gathering in a circle “Everyone I want you all to meet our Newest Member Jana Diamond”

*Their POV*

Uchiha Itachi

-I Silently Stared at her emotionless Eyes while trying to find out what is she hiding from us

-Jana was very Odd to me.. She has this weirdly dominating Aura around her making not only me but the whole group avoided her

-Until she proven her worth to us.. Her power was very Alluring for me..

-we all become more attached to her and she also opens herself to us.. She would even smile or cook for all of us like she was our mother

-And I honestly loved it

Hoshigaki Kisame

-Man she's creepy! Creepier than the Leader himself

-I often Stayed myself away from her until the Leader notices it and makes me to accompany her on her first mission

-Jana was very quite! Like she will only talks to me when she needed something! Like what?! She's creepy as f*ck!

-But my View lf her Changes when she saved my ass from getting killed.. She healed me before taking my fight into her hands.. I stared into her fighting skills like what?! She's so Elegant and very Stunning!! Like a Goddess

-afterwards we took the 8 tails back to the hideout and then I approached her again “U-Uh Thank you so much for saving my ass back there” She smiled at me making my poor heart jump “You're welcome” She turns around before making her towards her room

-She's so beautiful! I loved her!

Hidan

-What a Hot chick!

-She's a solid 1000000/10!!

-But she was very cold and I couldn't just constantly Flirt with bef because she actually creeps me out! Like what kind of f*cking Beauty has this kind of menacing Aura?!

-Wait?! Did she just talks to Kisame and smiled at him like an angel?! But how?! How the f*ck does this fish face manage to talk to her so casually?!

-Aweee man! What Am I supposed to do?!

Kakuzu

-Hmmm she's fine.. She not t noisy and annoying liked Hidan does

-But something in her that is very fishy to me

-I always keep my guard up around her like when I Notice that she's about to approach I will just constantly move away from her or sending her a threatening Look

-I always despises her presence until she helped to caught the biggest fish making me to earn 10x more bigger than it was used to be

-and more importantly she even declined my her part of the bounty.. I stared at her again staring at her now smiling face making my face turns red

-She was now my most favored akatsuki Member! And I will stay with her even if she pushed me away

Sarori

-She's fine

-She's not loud so I liked that

-Wait?! She thinks that beauty is eternal?!

-Marry Me! She's too perfect! Beautiful, Intelligent, Strong, powerful, and lastly she thinks the same way As I did!

-I would loved her to be my partner on my next mission

-*Frown* Why is she talking to Kisame?! She's smiling?! Why?! What she sees in him?! And also why does Hidan was staring at her like an idiot?! .. Oooohh I think I have rival already.

Deidare

-Ughhh I hate her! She agrees with Danna hm!

-But I had to admit that she's Quite a beauty herself

-maybe I should give her chance and talk to her to change her point of view about art

-Ohhhh man she's so Elegant! How Am I supposed to talk to her?! Wait! Maybe Danna knows how?! But he will ask me why would I wanted to talk to her so bad.. Well I have to give it a try right??

White Zetsu/Black Zetsu

-She reminds me of a carnivorous plant

-She's too serious all the time

-“I Hate her!” I actually Liked her “Oh Shut up!” No you shut Up!

-I was actually spying on her all time but not in a bad way tho “You can't Fool anyone by your Stupid statement” But ut was True! I'm doing it in a very friendly way! “Yeah Whatever you say Creep” *Sigh* You're so Irritating sometimes

-“I think that she was delicious” Please don't “Why not?! She looks tasty *Lick his lip* I would loved to devour her now” Oh My God! You're so Disgusting “As if you don't desired it too?! So don't act so innocent here and help me to lure her over so we can devour her!” No! “N-No?!” Yes! NO! And It will stay that way! Whether you liked it or not!

Tobi/Obito

-(tobi) I loved her so much! She's so cute and beautiful! But I have a question for her tho.. Why is she always wearing black??

-Well I'm always approaching her not Intimidated by her Dangerous Aura

-She seems mean but believe once you get to know her you will loved her liked I do!

-Jana~Chan is the best!

-(Obito) She seems normal to me

-She's not annoying so its okay too

-Oh she's very intelligent.. Very impressive

-She can be a great asset for the organization in the future..

[erimeows]

Sapphire & Gold

The moon sings a song of pale light and soft wind as Itachi Uchiha and Kisame Hoshigaki walk through the outskirts of Kirigakure, their sandals plip-plopping against the puddles that litter the grassland they’re trekking through. Kisame has the incapacitated body of their target on his back; some sort of Kirigakure politician that was getting in the way of Tobi’s work. They’re trying to get to a safe place to dispose of the body with Itachi’s crows where no one will stumble across them. 

Eventually, they get to part of the forest where they’re surrounded by enough trees and fog that Itachi feels secure to do the disposal. So, they do, and as their target is ripped to shreds and consumed by the birds, he glances over at Kisame.

The older man is covered in blood from head to toe and doesn’t seem to mind it. The rusty grime mats in his indigo locks and crusts over his sapphire skin, tainting him, but his golden eyes seem to glow against the dull night with the adrenaline and dopamine that rushes through his veins.

And oddly enough, he looks more beautiful than ever; in his element, covered in rain and in blood, his hands scraped to shreds and his cloak torn and stained from the fight against their target’s bodyguards.

Itachi doesn’t blush, and he doesn’t fawn, because he knows Kisame is smart enough to pick up on those things if he dares to let his composure slip. So, Itachi commits the image to memory and looks away instead, even as anger dares to consume him- yes, that’s the emotion that he feels when he and Kisame are alone like this; anger. Itachi is angry. He’s angry that, were he partnered with literally anyone else in the Akatsuki, he could have stayed to himself and refused to fall for anyone before his inevitable death, angry that after a life of shoving everything and everyone away, he allowed Kisame to melt his icy composure so easily.

He remembers the first day they met. He was sitting on the edge of a dock overlooking the ocean when Kisame approached and introduced himself. 

“I’ll be teaming up with you starting today. I’m Kisame Hoshigaki, formerly of the Hidden Mist; one of the seven ninja swordsmen,” A basic introduction, but nothing special. Itachi didn’t bother turning around at the time, too entranced by the shadows of the sharks that swam in the water below. They danced around each other so gracefully back then. “So pleased to make your acquaintance… And you are Itachi Uchiha, formerly of the Hidden Leaf. I’ve heard the rumors that you slaughtered all of your fellow Uchiha clansmen. I think that we’re alike, you and I. That’s the reason I wanted to be teamed with you in the Akatsuki. It’s really indescribable, isn’t it? Killing your comrades is quite the sensation, wouldn’t you say so, Itachi?”

Itachi had been offended at the time by both the implication that he was a stonecold killer who delighted in murdering his comrades and by the way Kisame so easily talked about killing people. At the same time, though, he’d been utterly entranced. 

“You talk a lot. You don’t understand me; you don’t even understand yourself,” Itachi spat, looking over his shoulder. He remembers not being able to control that urge to blush at the mere sight of Kisame back then; his cheeks had burned bright red, so he’d been forced to face the water again even though all he wanted was to stare into Kisame’s golden eyes. Fearful and fresh off of what he’d done to his clan, Itachi resorted to insults. “You’re just a thug who got lost in the mist and ended up here. You can’t even control where you’re going. Am I wrong?”

“Do you want to know something interesting? Most sharks are ovoviviparous, which means that the eggs hatch inside the female’s body before the young are born. However, with some kinds of sharks, the number of eggs that hatch will differ from the number of young that emerge from the mother’s belly. Do you know why that is?” Kisame asked, but Itachi said nothing because no, he hadn’t known; sharks were never seen back in Konohagakure. Kisame answered the question for him after a few minutes. “Because of cannibalism. Right from the moment they hatch, they start eating each other inside their mother’s uterus. The fratricidal warfare begins as soon as they’re born. To each shark, all the others are just food to be eaten. Starting today, you are an Akatsuki member and my companion, so be wary… Of me.”

Itachi activated his Sharingan, not to fight or to intimidate, but to lock the moment in his memory for eternity; something he now regrets. He only did it because he was so terribly entranced by the way his heart started to skip beats like never before, so he could encapsulate the fear and the curiosity and the obsession.

“Same goes for you.”

“Now, let’s be friends and have some fun, alright?” Kisame had put a hand on his shoulder, so cold and firm. “And hope that we will not end up as each other’s final opponents.”

“No one who dares to raise a hand against a comrade ever dies a decent death,” Itachi stood, trying to avoid Kisame’s gaze. Perhaps he assumed that he would run the risk of Kisame seeing through him if their eyes met. He still tries to avoid eye contact with the man to this day for that very reason. “Remember that.”

“Well, that means our fates are sealed; you and I are depraved and worthless.”

“Not true. We’re both human- not fish,” Itachi murmured, sounding much more sure of himself than he actually was that day. He wanted to convince himself that Kisame was more human than monster. He still tries to. “No matter who you are, you do not truly know what kind of man you’ve become until you reach the very end. One realizes one’s true nature at the moment of death. Don’t you think that’s what death is about?”

With that, he’d left, unable to shake the feeling of Kisame’s hand on his shoulder. 

Even though his feet knew the path he should’ve taken back then, he has since walked alongside Kisame in the dark without giving a single thought as to where it might lead. 

And all the empty rooms- the homes of the Jinchuriki they’ve captured, the hotels they’ve stayed in, the little tea shops they’ve lingered in for too long for some sense of normalcy- they- Itachi- could have left the Akatsuki at any time and chosen to go anywhere else. Instead, Itachi made a bed with his apathy and followed the orders of his village to get intel from the S-Rank organization, and Kisame continued on his path of darkness with Itachi by his side.

Clearing his head of the painful memories, Itachi peers down at the body before them. He dispels the crows and watches Kisame scatter what’s left of the teeth and bones deep underneath the earth. It’s a disturbing sight, even after everything they’ve done. The death never seems to become any easier to witness- or to cause. Itachi averts his eyes and continues to walk down the dark path they’ve grown used to.

Kisame follows behind. The lull of their usual silence, however, is broken by Kisame, whose voice is barely audible over the rain that begins to pour over them.

“Itachi… You’ve been off lately,” Kisame starts, and Itachi thinks that might be it- a simple voicing of Kisame’s concern that he can brush off like the rest, which has been a frequent occurrence since his illness has gotten worse. Much to his surprise, Kisame continues. “I think we need to talk about it.”

“I think we’re fine,” Itachi says. Even he can’t deny how his voice shakes despite how he tries to remain calm. As he gets closer and closer to his death, his emotions get more and more potent. “Let’s move on, yes?”

At this point, Kisame tends to drop the subject, but this time, he grabs Itachi by the wrist.

“No,” Kisame insists. His fingers, cold and firm like they were the day they met, squeeze around Itachi’s wrist, which is much thinner than it was back then. Itachi doesn’t dare turn to face him. He’s scared that, if he does, he’ll finally break after so many years of keeping himself together for the sake of not pushing this thing that they have until it breaks. “I’m serious. I’m sick of always moving on from the things we need to talk about. You know I’m not one to dampen the mood like this, but neither of us should pretend that things haven’t changed lately. Do you seriously expect me to ignore what’s been going on between us?”

Itachi’s heart knows the weight of continuing to ignore his feelings, but that’s what he’s grown used to. Ever since he was little, he was forced to shove down everything he felt and keep a straight, calm face- for the sake of the clan, for the sake of Sasuke, for the sake of the village, and now, for the sake of Kisame and for the sake of the Akatsuki. After over ten years worth of dust and neglect, his heart is beyond trying to explore the depths of. 

Why not just keep shoving everything down until he dies? That’s all he knows, anyway.

Itachi tries to pull away, but Kisame holds him firm. He debates on using his Sharingan before deciding against it. He needs it for his inevitable fight with Sasuke, and the more he uses it, the less time he has left. So he turns to look at Kisame and attempt to convince him to let go, but when he does, Kisame is staring at him like they’re human. Not monsters, not murderers, just two human men; two true comrades.

“Don’t you dare look at me that way,” He commands, too overpowered by his emotions to think better of it. “Not after everything we’ve done.”

At one point, perhaps even just before Kisame decided to open this Pandora’s box, Itachi thought he’d made peace with his weariness and let it be. Now, flames of raw emotion feel like they’re licking up his body and melting his icy exterior before their very eyes. He despises how Kisame has made him feel all of these things so suddenly- it’s almost as if he has been hoarding parts of Itachi that the Uchiha himself didn’t know existed before now.

“Why? Are you going to stop me, Itachi? You can’t deny the tension that’s been boiling between us,” Kisame smiles. His sharp teeth shine a brilliant white underneath the beams of moonlight that peek through the storm clouds. Itachi’s heart skips a beat, just like it did back then. He hates himself for it. “I’ll stop if you tell me what the problem is. We’re comrades, remember?”

He loves Kisame like the sun- he has since the start, boring the shadows that the older man always seemed to make with no light of his own. Aside from Sasuke, Kisame has been the only thing to keep him going through illness, violence, and trauma. 

“The problem is that you make me want things I can’t have,” Itachi confesses, his composure finally faltering.

Itachi thinks of all the things they could have had- anything else, any other life, with peace and love. If it were another life, they could have been normal people who met under normal circumstances and fell in love. He sees how Kisame looks at him; he knows that the very tension Kisame mentioned is very much there, so thick between them that he could cut through it with a kunai if he were to acknowledge his presence. 

“Like what?”

“If you must know,” Itachi clears his throat and trains his eyes on the muddy ground. He doesn’t even pause to consider it. He’s going to die soon, so why not do this? Why not ruin everything in his wake? Kisame is practically begging for him to do so. “Love and trust and all of those other meaningless things we left behind when we abandoned our villages so long ago- when they abandoned us.”

“Abandoned? I like to think of it as freed,” Kisame quips, his grin growing. He’s braver than Itachi in how he reaches forward with his spare hand to rest it on Itachi’s cheek. This man, this killer, caresses his face like it’s fragile glass. Sweet. Gentle. Words that no one else would use to describe Kisame or his actions. They’re the only ones who know each other like this. “And you can have those things alongside our lifestyle, whether you believe it or not.”

“Don’t you think that’s cruel?” Itachi asks. The rain that streams down his face allows him to cry. The tears blend in with the water seamlessly. “We both know I’m going to die soon.”

“Life has been cruel to the both of us regardless, why not let this be the cherry on top? It’s as they say, it’s better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all.”

“I can’t say I agree with that sentiment,” Itachi replies with a frown.

He snatches his hand away. This time, Kisame lets him. It seems as if he’s gotten what he wanted from Itachi; an admission of guilt. 

The two men continue to walk in the rain. Itachi hopes that will be enough, but within minutes, Kisame is talking again.

“So, Itachi… Why me?”

“I’m sorry?”

“You’re attractive. So, out of everyone, why would you love a monster like me?”

Itachi pauses. Then, he answers. 

“Because I, too, am a monster.”

“Then wouldn’t you say we belong together?”

“No, Kisame, I’m more monstrous than you could ever dream of being. Unlike me, you still have a shred of humanity left,” Maybe it’s true, maybe it’s not. Itachi isn’t sure. Neither of them are quite monsters, but neither of them are quite human either. They’re somewhere in between, in a state of limbo that only the two of them could ever understand. “We don’t belong together. We never have.”

“Are you saying our partnership never should’ve happened?”

“Precisely. We both… We both would’ve been better off that way.”

The rain seems to settle into a light sprinkle as the two approach a stream. Wordlessly, they undress, knowing that they should wash their light wounds and get the blood off of their bodies before anything gets infected. Neither of them bat an eye at each other. It’s practically a post-battle routine now.

“Well, we can’t go back in time, and if you really do feel the same way, I’m not going to give up on you,” Kisame sinks into the water. For the first time, Itachi dares to look at him; dewy sapphire skin, soft gills, hard and defined muscle. Kisame is big and brawny, the exact opposite of Itachi, who feels small in comparison. The ravenette knows he’s slowly wasting away into nothing but pale, cracked skin coiled around increasingly visible and fragile bone. He’s not just small in comparison- no, he’s nothing in comparison to this man. “I want to feel the fire that you’ve kept from me, Itachi.”

The words stab through Itachi like swords to the pit of his belly. Kisame looks back at Itachi, who is awkwardly holding his Akatsuki robes in front of himself instead of getting into the lukewarm Kirigakure water.

“I won’t let you feel it. I’d burn you, after all,” Itachi finally responds after remaining silent for far too long. He tries to disregard Kisame’s prying golden eyes as he drops his robes and gets into the water a couple feet away from him. He manages to find some comfort on a smooth rock. The current is soft and clear. “As many threats as I’ve made over the years, the last thing I want to do is hurt you, Kisame.”

“Look at you, being a coward. What’s new? You’re always running away; running from your village, from your remaining family, from the enemies we face. You always err on the side of caution even though you chose this path just as I chose mine,” Kisame criticizes, criticizes, criticizes. Something he’s always been good at. Itachi doesn’t even dignify it, just lets it roll off of him in tangent with the stream’s water. “Name your courage now and take a risk for once, will you? I’m getting tired of how predictable you’re becoming.”

He manages to swallow his doubt, if only for tonight. He knows it’ll be one of the last before he has to face Sasuke. 

“How’s this for predictable?” Itachi asks and moves through the water so he can sit closer to Kisame. Kisame stares over at him. This time, Kisame’s the one who’s blushing. His cheeks are dusted purple and he looks at Itachi with measured curiosity. Itachi revels in the way Kisame’s body tenses with anticipation when he reaches forward, only to drag water over his muscles to wash off the blood. “Not what you were expecting, was it? If you’re so insistent, I’ll cease my running away for now, Kisame.”

“Then come,” Kisame grabs Itachi by the hips and pulls him closer. Itachi offers the biggest smile he can muster and continues to wash the blood off of his partner. Their bodies, worn and rough, seem to mold together within the flow of the stream. Golden eyes burn into charcoal ones. “Come and burn me to ashes, Itachi.”

“If that’s what you want, I suppose I have no choice but to indulge you for now.”

Itachi acquiesces against his better judgment and, within seconds, Kisame is grabbing him by the face and locking their lips together in a silent promise.

[myaekingheart]

🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️

FIVE PENS MEAN RAMBLING ABOUT FIVE DIFFERENT OCS LETS GOOOO 🙌😂💕

The daimyō for each land each have at least one child to act as an "heir." The wind daimyō's daughter, Uwaki, was originally set up from a young age to be in an arranged marriage with Gaara, but instead she ends up with Kankuro.

Similarly, Gaara ends up in a strange but sweet relationship with Doremi Hoshigaki, Kisame's cousin. She has eight older brothers who are all inspired by different surf brands.

The local convenience store is run by the Omotenashi family. They have a polydactyl bodega cat named Goyuki who likes to sleep in the potato chip display. His name means "five finger", referring to both his polydactyl paws and also a pun about the "five finger discount" slang.

After Rei's stint in a mental health facility, she started taking medication and as such, she ended up training Toshio (whether she meant to or not) by giving him a treat every time she took her meds. Consequently, even if she's in the middle of something and it slips her mind after her reminder alarm goes off, Toshio will follow her around relentlessly until she stops and takes her pills because god dammit, the good boy wants his treats.

The Kemuri sisters predominantly run a smoke shop in the village. Their grandmother, Taraji, not only helped establish the smoke shop but she is also a dedicated mother both biologically and foster-centric. Her daughter, Tiana, was paralyzed from the neck down in the Kyuubi attack and therefore Taraji takes dedicated care of her. On top of that and helping raise her eight granddaughters, she also fostered four children: Kore (Konan's estranged older sister), Nozomi (who Rei meets while in the mental health facility), and biological sisters Pasha and Petra.

[naruwoe]

morning song

also on ao3

He misses the smell of saltwater in the mornings. The perpetual fog that hung over Kiri. When he was small, Kisame would walk with his mother to the piers that sat on Hoshigaki grounds. Together they would walk to the edge, and Kisame would lean over and stare into the dark murky water below.

It’s been years since he saw the shores of Kiri, smelt the salt in the air and felt the sea spray from the crashing waves on his cheeks. It’ll be years until he will be able to once more. He knows for a fact that if he ran away from Konoha and returned, he’ll be killed.

Kisame is not afraid of death.

His looming execution for his crimes hang over him like a noose at the gallows. He’s well aware of his own mortality, and that the only reason he is alive right now is because a friend of the Hokage is sweet on him.

He is both a liability and an asset. His freedom only won due to Kairi having bad taste. It’s a known secret that Kisame wouldn’t need ninjutsu if he wanted to kill her and escape. The only reason she still lives and he remains a prisoner in every way but the cell, is that he’s rather sweet on her too.

A bony knee digs into his back. Small hands press against his chest as he rolls over.  A tiny body crawls and sits on top of him, and  Kisame knows who it is before he cracks an eye open.

“Good morning Kazuo.” His voice rumbles through him. Kazuo giggles, presses his cheek to Kisame’s chest and listens to his step-father’s heartbeat.

“Hiya Kisa.”

He’s rather fond of the boy too.

Kairi doesn’t stir as Kisame pushes himself from the futon, Kazuo cradled in his arms. She’s like a wilting flower, thin and frail and prone to losing petals. The drugs she’s prescribed help her sleep, but they make it hard to rouse her.

Kisame is a child of Kiri. Of the ocean. The mist and sea and sand are in his blood as much as his parents. Two parts that create a whole.

Kazuo is a child of Konoha. Of the Nara, with their forests and deer and shadows and secrets. He is not whole without it, and Kisame hates the thought of Kazuo ever being deprived of the deep green forests and creeks that run through them. He is both his mother, and his father who shares Kazuo’s features.

But he is Kisame's son, not his blood, but his all the same.

Kisame lets Kazuo down on the engawa, their backyard opening and looking out into the forest. It’s not like those morning walks Kisame would take, his hand in his mother’s,  but it’s familiar. They sit, legs dangling over the edge as the deer eat Kairi’s tomatoes.

They settle in their silence. The morning birds sing. Kisame thinks of his home and wonders if his heart can be in two places.

[silvernyxchariot]

Last round ♡ because I'm using these polls as a timer for something. From my list of F/O's.

As always, you may make recommendations for other characters within the same series, but refrain from making any other comments. I find them unhelpful and discourteous.

Bio below⬇️

☆ Name: Nyx

☆ Appearance: 154cm (5'1"), dark brown hair dyed half hot pink+half toxic green, fair skin, dark brown eyes, usually with a blank expression or otherwise looks serious/unamused

Picrew source

☆ How I describe myself: blunt (to where people complain about me being rude), easily bored/"difficult to please," selfish but loyal (sometimes irrationally so), quiet, observant, intuitive, witchy, analytical, tries to be rational, patient but also spiteful and unforgiving ( òωó)🔪

– "I am a lazy potato who only does things that I either 1) need to do, 2) want to do, or 3) because I felt like it."

- "Tired of everyone's bullshit."

– "A multi-faceted Eldritch creature who has no specific designation or personality because people can be the same to their very core, but can also mold due to the passage of time."

☆ Likes: my f/o's, cats, sweetened coffee+tea, mythology, art/art history, learning about coffee/tea brewing, JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, my friends & their OC/creations, Genshin Impact/games, drawing, fan fiction but also published novels, horror movies, Supernatural (CW show), night time, mitarashi dango, spicy food

☆ Dislikes: being woken up early, temperatures over 32°C, bigotry and idiocracy, being told what to do by people I don't respect, the Karens that I encounter at work (at a bookstore), art theft, the color yellow, flippant people, abandonment, coconuts, raw onions, wasting food

☆ "Idk if it helps, but I'm adding it," stuff: INTJ-T (MBTI), 5w4 (ennegram), Scorpio.

☆ My Common Phrases:

– "Indeed."/"Understandable."

– "Thanks, it's the depression."

– "Very much wish to stab."

– "Steal Their Kneecaps!!"

- "Stop bothering me."

- "Disappointed but not surprised."

☆ Mental Health Concerns: Depression, autism, anxiety, proves to be dyslexic daily, self isolates a lot

☆ Universe Specific Self-insert

- Obey Me: self explanatory (Google it if you don't know, I'm not your teacher or mother) but I do worship Hecate irl too

- OP: a secretary in the Marines but wants to be a pirate (bffr, I'm a goth geek who works in a bookshop, ain't no way I'm pirate material)

- HSR: Quantum, Preservation or Destruction, I am ignoring Mary Sue bullshit and "OC etiquette" and becoming an Emanator, none of you can stop MEH

☆ Since I have no faith in the people of Amino & my coworker* saw this poll:

+1 Satan

+2 Doflamingo

+2 Sunday

*I also showed this poll to my coworker, who only knows Sunday because she also plays HSR and has only met the version of me who goes to work, and they said, "Yeah, (I would ship you with) the pink one (Doflamingo)." 😯😯😯 *shook* But then again, I always gush about Doflamingo as "my husband," so that probably skewed their vote.

Final Comments 💋

Al Haitham was dethroned, and I am surprised for once. Kaveh didn't even survive round one, but I feel like that draws safe assumptions of how our relationship would be irl. I feel like people who picked Doflamingo across platforms only chose him because they saw pink and recognized his name. No one choosing the belligerent Kisame Hoshigaki or the Dozing General Jing Yuan gives me mixed signals. Since y'all ignored Jing Yuan, Sunday has taken his place. I was going to add Chiori, but I kept second-guessing myself; and my mentality is that if I have to second guess myself, I must not have enough love 💔. The fact that the "healthiest" option here might be literal Satan is so funny to me.

Saving my About Me for later

[shunshinstan]

Bringing this back bc upon thinking on it, Konoha's T7 stays the same, but I'm giving Karin the rest of Taka (minus Sasuke) in that Juugo can be from Konoha. That leaves the final team to be Sai from Konoha, Haku from Kiri, and Kimimaro from Uzu!

Team Taka's designated as the Kiri-taught team, with perhaps Hoshigaki Kisame as their jounin sensei, while Team Twinks Hosoi gets a Uzushio instructor, either Ryuuzetsu from that one movie or Kurama Uroko from filler eps (because holy fuck, there are. so few jounin/tokujo/anbu female characters that have any amount of personality. and everyone and their mother has a 'Yuugao is a main female character' fic)

AU where Bloody Mist ended quicker, Uzushio didn't fall, and realistically, no Uchiha Massacre.

Team 7 is established as an alliance-strengthening exercise of trust. There are 3 new genin teams, one in Kiri, one in Uzushio, and one in Konoha - but they each have one genin from every village. Team 7 is still Kakashi and Sasuke from Konoha, but also Naruto from Uzushio and Sakura from Kiri. This time, Kakashi can't ignore Sakura (even though she should also be counted as a prodigy, just in chakra control) because it would probably result in "dishonoring" Kiri and therefore, an act of war <3

The Uzushio team is perhaps Karin from Uzushio, Haku from Kiri, and Sai from Konoha?

No ideas for the Kiri team as of yet.

Suna isn't involved on account of the whole Gaara is going fucking insane and also Suna is plotting with Oto

[phlebaswrites]

Mei's Marriage

Summary:

Mei has never let her circumstances define her.

(She makes her own choices.)

Takes place between 1904 and 1907.

Rating: Mature Fandom: Naruto Relationship: Terumi Mei/Yamato | Tenzō Word Count: approximately 16K (Complete and posts one chapter daily)

This story is for @longliveustherecklessandthebrave​ and @hellotheremaryrose​ who watched me write out the outline of this story as not!fic in the Kisame's Corner discord server, and for @misttiddies​ who kept me updated on the Great Sea Battle of Kirigakure arc in Boruto as they watched it.

I cannot thank the three of them enough.

"Enough!" Mei slams her hands down on the table and takes a deep breath, struggling to contain her chakra so that she exhales air and not acid. It takes a few moments but she finally regains her calm. "You know that we can't go on like this. We need the trade."

The room erupts in a babble of protest, but Mei doesn't bother to sort out which arguments are being advanced by whom. It's all a repetition of the same words which have been spoken again and again, amounting to little more than 'but this is the way we've always done it.' She already knows who her adversaries are anyway, and it's the ones who don't speak who are of most interest to her.

Read the rest on AO3.

[sharkfinx]

" ......It was during the Kekkei Genkai extermination, nee. Fear is a powerful thing. Good thing they though you were a monster. That's a honor you know? Otherwise they would kill you as soon they saw your ability." Perhaps his manner of thinking was too extreme, but—since Hoshigakis were the middle caste. Born Soldiers. That's was their manner of seeing things. " When I was lil pup, my mother used to tell me that our founders made a deal with the old sea gods. Each clan leader got a blessing to survive this very very dangerous country, and for that they had to protect the sea from outsiders and accept the sea people as their kin. Quite cool story huh?" He heard it many times, it was his favorite bedtime story. Gently smiling, Kisame continued. "Oh? Of course. As many as there's animals in the sea. Hoshigaki are White Shark people— but there are others clan of species of sharks. There's also Jelly fish, stringrays.. snakes. Lots and lots of others, neee."

“Hmm,” Kimimaro considers. “I never thought of it that way. My clan certainly didn’t. They thought I was a monster. Really, they caged me and only let me out to fight for them. So I never thought of my abilities as normal.”

He regards the blue shark-man curiously. “Are all of these…bodily adaptations…somehow related? Maybe all of our clans come from the same ancestors. Are there other shark people?”

[mikoyamisheadcanonblog]

ITACHI UCHIHA MISCELLANEOUS INFO Part 1

Itachi Uchiha

Name: Uchiha Itachi Nickname: Itachi of the Sharingan

Family Clan: Uchiha Crest:

Family: Tajima Uchiha (Ancestor) Izuna Uchiha (Ancestor) Madara Uchiha (Ancestor) Fugaku Uchiha (Father) Mikoto Uchiha (Mother) Sasuke Uchiha (Brother) Sarada Uchiha (Niece) Shisui Uchiha (Cousin) (Distance?) Obito Uchiha (Cousin)(Distance?)

Other Notable Uchiha’s

(Baru Uchiha,Hazuki Uchiha (Novel only), Hikaku Uchiha, Inabi Uchiha, Izumi Uchiha, Izuna Uchiha, Kagami Uchiha, Kagen Uchiha (Novel only), Naka Uchiha (Anime only), Naori Uchiha (Anime only), Obito's Grandmother (Anime only), Rai Uchiha (Anime only), Setsuna Uchiha,Taiko Uchiha (Anime only), Tajima Uchiha, Tekka Uchiha, Teyaki Uchiha, Uruchi Uchiha, Yakumi Uchiha, Yashiro Uchiha)

Looks Age: Part 1: 17-18 Part 2: 21 Hair: Black Eyes: onyx Sharingan: -picture of Sharingan and Mangekyo Sharingan Gender: Male Height: Part 1:5”7 (175.2 cm) Part 2: 5”9 (178 cm) Weight: Part 1: 125lb (57.1 kg) Part 2: 127lb (58 kg)

Personality Info: Status: Deceased Blood type: AB Personality: INTJ or INFJ Alignments: Lawful Neutral Enneagram: 1w9 (The Optimist) Enneagram Type: Type 5 (The Investigator) Enneagram Trinity: 154 Instinctual Variant: sp/so Socionics: LII Big 5 (SLOAN): RCOAI Attitudinal Psyche: LVEF Temperaments: Melancholic Hogwarts House: Slytherin/Ravenclaw Birthday: June 9 (Gemini) Personality: Itachi is a rather humble man, since young he excelled at almost everything. Suffering through trauma at a young age. Never liking war and making peace on the forefront of his mind. Itachi is always calm and collected showing his enemies respect with fighting them and keeping his thoughts collected. He would try to avoid fighting if he could, but never stopped training just to keep Konoha and his loved ones safe. He would try to find a peaceful resolution on missions but didn’t hesitate if the mission called for bloodlust. After joining the Akatsuki Itachi became stoic showing little emotions for the missions he and focusing on being a double spy.

Affiliations: Occupation: S-Nine Ninja ANBU Member (Captain) ANBU Captain (Former) Jonin Akatsuki Member Affiliations: Konohagakure Akatsuki Konoha Symbol and Akatsuki Creast:

Team: Team 2 (Genin Team) -Yūki Minazuki (Leader) -Yōji Aburame (Novel only) -Shinko Inari -Tenma Izumo -Himuka Suzukaze (Novel only) Team Ro (ANBU) Kakashi Hatake (Leader) Yōji Aburame (Novel only) Kō (Anbu) (Novel only) Yūgao Uzuki Yamato Akatsuki Jūzō Biwa (Anime only) (Deceased) Kisame Hoshigaki Nationality: Canon: Konohagakure AU: Japan

Mis Ninja Rank: ANBU Ninja Registration: 012110 Academy Grad. Age: 7 (125 cm) (4”1) Chūnin Prom. Age: 10 (130 cm) (4”2) Forest of Death Completed: 5 hours (solo)(At age 9) ANBU member: N/A (148 cm) (4”8) ANBU Captain: 13 (170 cm) (5”5) Completed Missions: 340 D-rank: 53 C-rank: 152 B-rank 134 A-rank: 0 S-rank: 1 Hobby: Visiting traditional Japanese cafés. Favorite Food: Cabbage and onigiri with seaweed in it, Tea and Dangos Least Food: Steak Favorite word: Peace Animal: Crow Character Type: Anti-Hero Episodes Appear in: I will add to this later.

Quotes: "...People live their lives bound by what they accept as correct and true… that is how they define reality. But what does it mean to be correct or true? Merely vague concepts… their reality may all be an illusion."

"Those who kill their own comrades are sure to die a terrible death."

"We don't know what kind of people we truly are until the moment before our deaths. As death comes to embrace you, you will realise what you are. That's what death is, don't you think?"

“People's lives don't end when they die. It ends when they lose faith."

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

Etc.

Fighting Abilities:

Status: 35.5 Ninjutsu: 5 Taijutsu: 4.5 Genjutsu: 5 Intelligence: 5 Strength: 3.5 Speed: 5 Stamina: 2.5 Hand seals: 5 Abilities: Strong Chakra Knowledgeable Leadership One-handed seals Taijutsu Speed Reflexes High Composer (Despite being sick) Ninjutsu Summon Crows Fūinjutsu (Sealing Jutsu) Stealth Infiltration Assassination Bukijutsu (Weapon Technique) Sword skills Shurikenjutsu (Concealed hand blade Technique) Great at Target practice Slight-of-hand Genjutus (such high skill in gentsu could get outside of the range even Sensor Division) Intellgent (Second highest score in the written Chunin Exam) Composed Observant Calculative Chakra Nature type Fire Release Wind Release Water Release Yin Release Yang Release Jutsu Used Amaterasu Chakra Suppression Technique (Novel only) Clone Great Explosion Crow Clone Technique Demonic Illusion: Mirage Crow Demonic Illusion: Mirror Heaven and Earth Change Demonic Illusion: Shackling Stakes Technique Early Sacrifice Ephemeral Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique Fire Release: Phoenix Sage Fire Technique Fire Release: Phoenix Sage Flower Nail Crimson Genjutsu: Sharingan Izanami Sensing Barrier Pass Technique Shadow Clone Technique Summoning Technique (Crow) Susanoo Susanoo: Fist Transcription Seal: Amaterasu Tsukuyomi Water Release: Starch Syrup Capturing Field (Novel only) Water Release: Water Bullet Technique Water Release: Water Dragon Bullet Technique Water Release: Water Fang Bullet Yasaka Magatama Sasanoo:

Weapon Military Rations Pill (Anime only) Sword Sword of Totsuka Tantō (Anime only) Yata Mirror ANBU Blade Kunai Shuriken Akatsuki Cloak ANBU uniform Itachi’s ring (Shu) (Crimson)( Right index finger) ANBU Mask (Weasel)

Anbu Tattoo

Theme Song: Senya: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6FsWwIaxMho Saika: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yUt8Ot7BBEs Love and Truth- Yui https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tWdWVfpGOGI

Voice actor: Japanese Hideo Ishikawa Yuka Terasaki (Child) English Crispin Freeman Michelle Ruff (Child) -Japanese Voice actor also sings

TBC outfits

[tophthetrickster]

Writing Update - Excerpt from Chapter 14

I’m particularly happy with how this segment came out. I figured I’d like to share some of this here, while I continue work on Chapter 14. This one features Terumi Kagami, Terumi Mei’s daughter in the fic.

Red tinted Kagami’s vision.

It stung. Pins and needles poked at her skin, through even her thick robes. She knew her eyes were orange-gold. Even now she could feel her sharpened teeth as she ran her tongue along them.

Behind her writhed the three tails of her chakra cloak.

Through the chakra she could smell the sea air, the faint saltiness in its spray, and the whiff of ozone from the lightning of the storm. From here she could also smell the faint traces of blood and burnt wood coming from the fires of wrecked ships. Kagami could even sense the chakra in the rain now.

She growled as she approached Kisame’s dome of water.

Kagami felt her arms shake as they drew closer. Her fingers trembled, her jaws clenched.

It would be so easy to just dive into the water, to rip through the summoned and jutsu-formed sharks. She could practically feel Hoshigaki Kisame in her claws as she tore his throat open. It would be easy. It should be easy.

She was the three-tailed beast.

No.

She was Terumi Kagami, daughter of Terumi Mei and Yagura the Wise.

Yagura the Wise. Pink eyes, sandy hair. Kagami remembered the photo of her parents when they had been younger. Her mother had it on her desk in the office of the kage. Yagura who had started to lead Kiri into a new age.

Yagura, who had last been seen broken and bleeding and dying beside a seal and a baby. His mind fraying at the edges, his wife at his side while his biju went into slumber to recover.

And Hoshigaki Kisame had been one of those responsible. Had worked with the one that took control of Yagura and the Sanbi’s minds.

She would see them drowned, crushed, broken, for taking him away from her.

Orange-gold eyes widened. Kagami gasped, blinked, looked about. Most of her team was around her now, waiting for her to take the next step of the plan. They’d gathered after Haku’s ice boat had gotten her team out of the water dome.

Her captain, Zabuza, was eying her carefully, though he tried to look relaxed. Her brother didn’t bother looking at her, instead keeping an eye out to the water and on his two teammates. Chojuro gazed in open concern, which Kagami found funny. He’d probably seen her wielding her biju’s power the most.

But then again, he probably knew that her biju wasn’t normally as angry as Kagami was now. So rarely were they both aligned in one emotion. The Sanbi was always level-headed. Kagami, more aggressive, if cold in her approach. Her mother liked to say, she got that from both her parents.

Kagami snarled.

They were in position, and waiting on her. And as much as she wanted to, there was no way she was beating Hoshigaki Kisame on her own. She couldn’t even take her sensei yet, much less get her mother to actually try.

But they had a plan, and she needed her biju’s chakra to pull it off.

She just needed to stick to that plan.

Two clawed arms and three tails reached into the water dome, pierced it.

Her biju was known for wielding water and coral. Kagami wielded that and her mother’s fire.

Then we shall boil them in their own water.

[sharkfinx]

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The locals had laughed when they’d asked about their route and told them to ‘watch their backs’ with no further explanation. Itachi keeps their warning in mind, eyes surveying the ground as he leaps from branch to branch, trailing behind the rest of his 3 man team. And then he sees it, a flash of silver-white eyes in the undergrowth, reflective like a cat and his breath catches in his throat. To his disdain, his team doesn’t notice and their chatter moves further and further away. In Konoha, they have traditions and stories about spirits and ghosts that haunt forests. You appease an obake and spare yourself their wrath by making an offering. If it’s to their satisfaction, they won’t follow you home. Itachi slips to the ground, landing cushioned by chakra, and pulls his bento from his pack. He doesn’t know if it really is an obake or just a boy, but he maintains a careful distance. Despite his caution, Itachi is a kind child, and no one wants to die wandering through vast forests. After a curt bow, he lowers the box to the ground, and then leaps back and speeds towards his team.

        As traditions of his own family dictated, an Hoshigaki’s child as soon reaching the age of 10 years old should go though a certain kind of pilgrimage. Their hearts and mind needed to be sharpened to understand the importance of their place in the food chain. Marking in their soul that their flesh and bones one day would came back to the nature; that why no one should fear the death’s embrace. That there was no sin in taking a life, just the burden of disposing of an body back to mother nature. Being alive was a privilege to be earned, and with that, Kisame; the stronger of his cousins was left to be on his own.          His mother taught him well, but not everything could be learned without practice. Kisame soon learned that as he noticed there wasn’t any more preys in the surroundings. He hunted too much in one spot; without moving and animals noticed that.         The price of disturbing the ecosystem was the sharp pain of hunger; the lack of proper proteins resulted into strength being drained. He cursed himself on not paying attention to it earlier. The water from the river was the remedy to appease the rumbling of his stomach.  Days passed by, he slept by counting the visible ribs over his body. Every day getting more and more easy to feel on the tips of fingers.         As if his prayers had been heard by a benevolent entity, steps resonated not too far. Kisame did the best to hide himself, following in silent to finally be able to see what was. Kids, like him, but not exactly the same as him or his mothers or anyone else from Kiri.  “Stupid sardine, stopping in the middle of a forest... wish there was more meat in your bones, nee.” Kisame though, positioning himself lower in the ground. Legs flexed to jump, teeth open to rip apart.  1, 2 — A long breath and.         Kisame was frozen in place as the smell touched his nostrils. Rice? Omelet? MEAT? Mouth watering as he forgot he was supposed to hunt down the black haired boy that now ran away. He was alone again. Well....He still had manners; as he so politely sat closer to it, suspiciously unwrapping .....and bashing his head over. Munching as quickly possible without thinking a single though, it was delicious. Nothing alike raw meat and bugs.  He didn’t even noticed when the food had ended, leaving him biting the corners of the bento as he tried to still feel the taste of it.         “ ...Waahhh! ” He stood up, filling his lungs with air. “I WON’T EAT YOU NEXT TIME AS A THANK! NEEE~ ” A stomach full of food brought an biggest smile from the pup as he screamed. Oh no —he shouldn’t had used too much energy before being able to digest the food. His head felt light as his hand cold, soon his face touched the dirty.          He blinked slowly, still barely aware of his surroundings. Maybe just a little nap would be enough to recover. “If that was my last meal, at least was so..wonderful. thank you, nee...” he whispered before falling asleep smiling.

[ao3feed-izuku-midoriya]

How to Adopt a Pet(Dad)

How to Adopt A Pet(Dad) by lavenderkitten322

All For One had many names over the many centuries his reign of power has been going on. One of the ones that had the most effect, however, is Midoryia Hisashi. If you were to look into the Midoriya household, you would find a single mother with her four kids, one girl, and three boys.

However, three of the children hid a secret from the general populace; they are reincarnated. Aka: Midoryia Inko, formally known as Uchiha Inko, gave her last name to her ex-husband when they got married. After "Hisashi" disappears, claiming that he can't have a quirkless child, she raises her four gremlins to the best of her capabilities while working as an engineer for a company she helped create. Somehow all but one of her children has memories of a past life, and she really should have expected this.

Words: 1288, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia, Naruto

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M

Characters: Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Inko, Uchiha Obito, Yukimi (Naruto), Yamato | Tenzou, Hidan (Naruto), Kakuzu (Naruto), Konan (Naruto), Nagato | Pain, Yahiko, Hoshigaki Kisame, Sasori (Naruto), Deidara (Naruto), Bakugou Katsuki, Shinsou Hitoshi, Hatsume Mei, Toga Himiko, Dabi, Hatake Kakashi, Gran Torino, Nohara Rin, Namikaze Minato, Uzumaki Kushina, Sasaki Mirai | Sir Nighteye, Maijima Higari | Power Loader, Nedzu

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku & Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Yagi Toshinori | All Might & Uchiha Obito, Yagi Toshinori | All Might & Yamato | Tenzo, Yagi Toshinori | All Might & Yukimi(Naruto), Midoriya Inko/Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Hatake Kakashi/Yamato | Tenzou, Nohara Rin/Uchiha Obito, Hatake Kakashi & Namikaze Minato & Nohara Rin & Uchiha Obito, Namikaze Minato/Uzumaki Kushina, Deidara/Sasori (Naruto), Hidan/Kakuzu (Naruto), Konan/Nagato | Pain/Yahiko, Hoshigaki Kisame /Yukimi (Naruto), Akatsuki & Uchiha Obito, Bakugou Katsuki & Deidara, Hatsume Mei & Sasori, Bakugou Katsuki & Hatsume Mei & Midoriya Izuku & Shinsou Hitoshi & Toga Himiko, Toga Himiko & Hidan, Dabi & Uchiha Obito, Shinsou Hitoshi & Konan(Naruto), Kakazu & Shinya Kamihara, All Might & Midoriya Family

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, In which Midoriya Inko is actually an Uchiha, Because somehow Naruto verse merged with BNHA flawlessly, I created another island guy don't @ me, at least it isn't sentient this time, Obito wants to sleep, He gave up a solid year after he created that door, Let Midoriya Izuku Swear, Uchiha Obito is Midoriya Asashi, Yamato | Tenzo is Midoriya Itsuki, Yukimi (Naruto) is Midoriya Kasumi, Sensei | All For One is Midoriya Hisashi, Bakugou Haruma is Deidara, Sasori is Hatsume Matsu, Hoshigaki Kisame is Sakamata Aito, Kakazu is Shinya Souta, Konan (Naruto) is Shinsou Ai, Nagato | Pain is Nao Intelli, Yahiko (naruto) is Awata Yuu, We're getting some support course action here, And while we're at it some department of Management course action too

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30190122

[moscnios]

                                             GUPPY ━ﾞ

⁺◟   CHARACTERS . . .           hoshigaki kisame           fem!reader

⁺◟   GENRE . . .           fluff           oneshot

⁺◟   SYNOPSIS . . .           kisame was one of the strongest           swordsmen of the mist, but there’s           someone who wishes to surpass           him and all other swordmen

⁺◟   CONTENT WARNINGS . . .           mentions of blood

⁺◟   WORD COUNT . . .           1.2k.

⁺◟   COMMENTARY . . .           did i steal the sword names? absolutely.           this one was kind of all over the place           ngl           ( d/n ) = daughter’s name

The sound of the dirt crunching below two shinobis’ feet sounded in the air, as they silently charged at one another.

Charging from the right was a tall, muscular blue-grey man who wore a devilishly grin on his face, revealing those razor-sharp teeth of his. In his hand, he held the great sentient sword, Samehada. The sword was unwrapped at the top, revealing the mouth and large tongue of the chakra eating sword, the rest of it being hidden behind white bandage because he had known his opponent wasn’t strong enough to handle Samehada at its full power.

Kisame wore old and new bruises and cuts from battling this opponent. No matter how much damage he took, he always kept that grin on his face.

His opponent was a rather tall, muscular kunoichi with three swords, one in her left hand, one in her right, and the last she held with her irregular-shaped teeth by the tsuka. She carried great pride in all of her swords, each of them she had crafted herself and given them a name. The blade in her left hand was, Mugenjin, the one in her right hand was, Zantetsuken, and the blade in her mouth that completed her three sword style of fighting, Kyoka Suigetsu, her favorite blade and the one that was the hardest to craft.

The two shinobi came to a clash, the kunoichi’s swords meeting Samehada in a power battle. Kisame let out a low chuckle, his white beady eyes looking into the ( e/c ) eyes of his opponent.

“You’re getting quite strong, guppy,” The blue-grey man pointed out, making his opponent roll her eyes.

“Again with the nicknames. You never learn, do you, old man?” She spoke through the sword in her mouth.

He chuckled once more, “You know you’ll always be my guppy, no matter how old you are ( d/n ).”

“Whatever, Dad.”

The young girl, no older than 16 years old, pushed her father back quite a distance, making her father laugh. Though he knew how serious she was about becoming one of the best swordsmen in the entire world, he could never take their sparring seriously. When they would spar, he could only see her.

( y/n ), the woman he had loved with all of his heart and the mother of his only child. The two had crossed paths by mere coincidence.

She was a poor citizen, who was known for her bright smile and determination. Despite the world crumbling around her, she always kept that bright smile on her face.

One rainy night, she had taken the tall, blue-grey man into her home, seeing him on the verge of death, patching him up with the only medical supplies she had. As he fled, he could not get her out of his mind, her ( e/c ) eyes, her bright smile, her soft hands. She plagued his mind like a disease.

He had met with her time and time again, where he had confessed to her the type of man he was and why he shouldn’t meet with her...but he just couldn’t stop himself.

“You’re going easy on me, Dad!” ( d/n ) pointed out, furrowing her eyebrows, repositioning herself.

“Your mother would kill me if I didn’t,” Kisame added, as his daughter charged at him once more with such speed, taking one blade after another, trying to at least get a cut or scrape on him, but he was faster, he always was. He was one of the Seven Swordsman of the Mist, it would be hard to surpass him, even if she did have his genes within her.

A loud crash sounded from a small cabin only meters away from where the father-daughter duo was sparing. The two of them looked toward the cabin, fear quickly overtaking them.

“That sounded like came from the kitchen...” ( d/n ) began.

The duo bolted to the cabin, running inside and to the kitchen where a woman was sitting against the counter, holding her bleeding palm, the floor covered in broken dishes.

“( y/n )!”

“Mom!”

The woman looked up from her palm, seeing her husband and her daughter, “Kisa...( d/n )...I thought you two were sparring?”

“We were but then we heard a crash and got worried. Mom, you’re bleeding!” ( d/n ) noticed, careful not to step on the already broken dishes, taking her mother’s hand into her own. She turned to her father, “Dad, get the medical kit.”

Kisame nodded, rushing down the hall to find the medical kit.

“( d/n ), I’m fine, really. I can handle it.”

“You know that’s not going to stop me, right?”

“Stubborn as always. You really are a copy of your father,” ( y/n ) joked. The woman’s daughter, helped her to the kitchen sink, helping her wash the cut thoroughly and help stop the bleeding. After her father returned with the medical kit, ( d/n ) had quickly wrapped a bandage around her mother’s hand gently.

“Thank you both. I guess I should have been paying better attention. I should clean―” She tried to stand up from one of the three dining room chairs, her husband placing his hands gently on her shoulders, pushing her back down. He cleared his throat, “You will not be touching a thing in this kitchen until your hand is healed. We’re doing this because we love you and we want you to be better.”

She blinked, “But, neither of you even know where anything is in here.”

( d/n ) scoffed, “We’ll manage. It shouldn’t be too hard. Besides, we’re Hoshigakis. We got this. So...why don’t you just sit there and look pretty just like you always do and let me surpass Dad in cooking.”

“You think you can surpass me?”

“I know I can, old man.”

“Oh, really now?”

“Neither of you can cook,” ( y/n ) fretted.

The 16-year-old blew a stream of air out of her mouth, leaning against the counter, “Mom, what did I say? We got this.” The girl closed her eyes, moving her hand further on the counter, accidentally placing it on the stovetop that was on.

( y/n ) gasped hearing the sizzling of the skin her daughter’s hand, covering her mouth. Kisame’s grin fell, as he froze.

The pain had finally set in, a loud cry leaving ( d/n )’s lips, as she quickly removed it from the stove. Tears quickly filled her eyes, as she cried.

Next twenty minutes, her mother tended to her burn as she squeezed her father’s hand with her other hand while sniffling. The 16-year-old rested her head on her father’s shoulder, her tears had stained his shirt but he didn’t mind.

It had reminded him of her childhood and when had started to pick up kenjutsu. It was a nightmare. The poor girl cried every time she picked up a sword and Kisame would take her out for ice cream to make her happy. She had come a long way since then, now she carried three swords at all times, but she was still that little girl that always ran to her father when she cried. Even at the age of 16, she did so.

Kisame ruffled her hair gently, “It’s okay, guppy. It happens to the best of us. I’m sure your mother has burnt herself on the stove before.”

( y/n ) hummed, “Cooking takes practice, just like kenjutsu. It hurts the first time, but you get back up and try again. Just don’t give up.”

“I want ice cream,” ( d/n ) sniffled, making her father grin.

“There’s my little guppy, let’s go get you some ice cream.”

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