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Shisakuweek 2023 - Day One

Prompts: Mafia AU, Monster, Don’t Kill Yourself, Kill Your Fiancée

Rating: M

Warnings/Triggers: Graphic Violence; Major Character Death; Forced Engagement

Posted on: Ao3

Monster Among Us

The dark streets could not deter her, the fear of what she knew to be behind her outweighing the possibility of what lurked in the shadows. Her sneakers slapped against the pavement as she turned right, desperation fueling the adrenaline through her veins. Don’t look back.

She could hear his footsteps as he followed, his pace just less than her own as he tracked her through the underbelly off the village. Her need to stay alive kept her just out of his range, but his uncanny ability to predict her next move kept him ever-present in the chase.

Chest heaving, Sakura knew she was getting winded. Her energy was already low from her shift at the hospital. Then the meeting was called, her presence required in attendance according to her fiancée. Disgust welled within her at the thought of his sadistic sneer when she had refused to capitulate to his demands.

A split second decision had her diving to the ground, rolling her slight frame under the low sitting automobile. Her shoulder was jarred harshly and she barely managed to keep the cry of pain back. Scooting as far as she could to the center of the underside of the vehicle, Sakura stilled her entire body, curling into herself. Her breath ceased to exist as her lungs halted, the steady thrum of her heartbeat wildly crashing against her ribcage the only sound coming from the woman. She did not blink, eyes riveted to the ground she had fallen to less than a moment before.

The sound of his expensive shoes pounding the pavement sounded harshly close, fear escalating as he slowed slightly. At the front end of the car, she could see the shiny leather of his dress shoes. He turned one way for a brief moment, then to the other. “Fuck.” His voice was soft as he swore, his frustration evident in the slight stomp as he turned each way repeatedly.

He shifted before stopping, the sound of a phone flipping open before several beeps. Vaguely, she could make out two rings before the voice that haunted her nightmares could be heard. “You have her, Shisui?”

A breathless huff escaped the man hunting her. “She escaped. I trailed her to Mikazuki District, but she’s gone, Boss.”

“Hn.” The dark chuckle heard – even from a distance – twisted Sakura’s insides in terror. “As expected of my darling fiancée. Who does she know in Mikazuki District, Shisui?”

Shisui paced back and forth in front of the car, seemingly agitated at the fact that he had failed in apprehending the woman. A drawn out sigh before Shisui answered, “I believe Naruto-kun is residing on this side of the city, now.”

“Ah, the Hyuuga girl he’s dating.” A chill raced up Sakura’s spine as the man on the other side of the conversation accurately predicted her contact, fear seizing her heart at the implication of what they would be willing to do to her precious people if they suspected their assistance was given to her. “Her uncle is the head of the Family. If Sakura reaches them, she’s as good as gone.” A pause as he deliberated. “She knows too much, Shisui. If you cannot bring her in safely, you know your orders.”

“Count it done, Boss.” Shisui ended the call, his foot anxiously tapping the ground. From the sounds of it, he had pulled out a cigarette. The flick of a lighter confirmed his choice of stress relief, the sound of him dragging hard on the end of the cigarette telling just how much this night was affecting his normally calm disposition. His exhale was loud and drawn out as he took a few steps away from the car before stopping.

Sakura refused to budge, knowing from firsthand experience how sensitive this man’s senses were, especially when he was attuned to his surroundings. Her fingers tightened into a fist, fear palpable as Shisui grunted. “You’re kidding me.” His words were indicative of the next move, but Sakura was still frozen as Shisui lowered himself. His head was leveled to the ground, dark eyes quickly adjusting and locking on her form huddled in the shadows. “Sakura-chan.”

“No!” Sakura rolled to the curb as Shisui reached under the car, her lithe body pressing tight against the cement barrier in an attempt to escape his grasping fingers. Try as she might, in mere seconds, his hand found purchase in her clothing. Dragging her out was the only way, kicking and screaming. “No, please, Shisui!” She lashed out with her feet, striking him in his solid chest. He did not hesitate, forcing her from under the car – face pressed into the pavement as he forced her arms behind her back.

The side of her face mashed into the unforgiving cement was a stark reminder of what she was up against, the loose pieces of roadtop digging into her skin without mercy. Tears rose unbidden as she thrashed against his hold, her pleas falling on deaf ears.

“You did this to yourself, Sakura-chan.” Shisui’s voice was grim as he tied her hands behind her back with the ties he carried on his person at all times. “You knew what attempting to walk away from the family means, Sweetheart.”

“Fuck you, Shisui!” Sakura blustered, railing against the man who would drag her back to her death. “You know what kind of monster he is! I couldn’t do it, anymore!”

Shisui gazed down at the woman, shaking her harshly – once, twice – to get her attention. A dark scowl marred his beautiful features as he assessed her, seeming to weigh something carefully before he hauled her up and gently guided her forward. “I’m sorry, Sakura-chan.” He muttered, his voice tinged with genuine regret. “You are the boss’ woman. He wants you back at the compound.”

Sakura’s sobs were quiet as she followed his guidance, no longer fighting as he lead her several streets down to the sleek black car waiting for him. Opening the door, he allowed her the dignity of climbing into the vehicle unassisted. As soon as she was seated, he followed before buckling her in.

The driver started up the vehicle, pulling away from the curb at Shisui’s quiet direction. Sakura laid her head back, exhaustion catching up with her as she stared up at the roof. A resigned huff, followed by a despondent chuckle. “I never imagined going on one date would lead to all his.” She murmured, eyes closing as she lamented her future. “I should have said no to coffee, that day.”

Shisui stared out the window, the only sign of his agitation the curling of his fist hidden from her view.

“What’s the plan?” Sakura asked softly, head rolling to the side to gauge his profile. Her eyes were shadowed, the hidden stressers of life among the Uchiha Family showing physically upon her. “Don’t lie to me, Shisui. I know being his fiancée only affords me so much leniency.”

Shisui twitched, jaw clenching as he refused to turn to her. “There are a lot of factors for the boss to consider, Sakura-chan.” He murmured, itching to pull out and light another cigarette. “You’re medical skills and your history with the family. The ties to important families and organizations.”

Sakura laughed darkly at that, her genuine mirth at the situation showcasing how close she was to crumbling completely. Her voice shook as she responded, “None of that is going to matter to that monster, Shisui. I have reached my breaking point and I’m no longer entertaining to the Head of the Uchiha Mafia.” She bared her teeth as he turned to her with a worried look. “We both know exactly what I’m going back to.”

Shisui leveled a look at her, understanding deep in his eyes. There was no hiding it, she was returning to either bow to the boss’ wishes or she would be on her knees for her execution. His hand twitched as she stared at him, warring with himself.

A sigh of resignation as his head lowered, eyes slipping closed. The decision was truthfully an easy one, he realized. His lips curled beautifully as he ordered the driver to pull over, eyes lifting to the pink-haired woman. “I’m sorry, Sakura-chan.”

x x x x x

Shisui entered the room the boss’ and lieutenants were in, each man arguing their points of conversation. Quite a few were missing from attendance, probably out assisting in the search. Trying to be heard among the men of Uchiha blood was like trying to verbally contend with a pack of rabid banshees – until they were ordered to, they didn’t shut up. He stood at the door, his right hand holding the base of his charge’s neck to keep her still.

It took a moment, but the entire roomful of dark eyes turned to the two of them. Raised voices jeered Shisui, congratulating him on securing the boss’ runaway woman. A pair of satisfied dark eyes – the only ones that truly mattered – watched from his seated position at the head of the table. His feet were kicked up as he leaned back nonchalantly, elbows resting on the arms of the chair as he tented his fingers together over his chest.

Shisui’s hand tightened in the hair at the base of her skull, tilting her head back to expose her throat in a sign of forced submission. “Stand at attention.” He hissed in her ear, jerking up so she had to go to her tippy toes to contend with the difference in height. “You’ve already embarrassed me enough for one night. Show the boss the respect he deserves.”

Sakura was forced to walk forward, her muscles screaming at the taut stretch she was forced to endure to keep from being dragged. As she was brought before the boss, the Head of the Uchiha Family, Shisui released his grip on her hair. His hand shifted to grasp her neck as he pulled out a chair across from the long-haired man, pushing down harshly for her to collapse into the seat.

Her baleful glare did not falter from that of her fiancée, choosing to ignore the rough treatment of his second-in-command.

“Sakura.” The voice was deep, soft as velvet as his sinfully beautiful lips tilted up in amusement. “How wonderful to see you, again, Love."

“Tch.” Sakura’s snort was followed by her baring her teeth at the man. “Trust me, it doesn’t go both ways, asshole.”

A perfectly sculpted brow hiked as his deep laughter filled the room. “This is why I chose you, Love.” He leaned forward, his feet planting on the floor. “Your spirit matches your intelligence. Perfect for the next Matriarch.”

“Fuck off, Izuna.” Sakura sneered, hiding the hammering of her heart with boisterous words. “If death means avoiding being your wife, I welcome it.”

Izuna stood, the change in his demeanor immediate. His men backed away as he circled the table slowly, coming to a stop at her side. Sakura refused to turn her head, facing forward resolutely.

Leaning down, Izuna grasped her chin and forcibly jerked her head to him. “Look at me, Love.” He murmured, the cold tone barely concealing the anger that lay beneath. Emerald eyes flickered to his, passing over the stoic look on his face, to his lips, then back up to meet his gaze, again. “You shouldn’t speak of things you are unprepared to face.” Sakura remained quiet, resolute in her silent defiance. She grimaced as his grip shifted, hand sliding up the curve of her cheek to card his fingers through her loose hair. “Now that you’ve returned, we have to decide what to do with you, Love.” He tilted his head to the side, a coy smile gracing his lips.

Sakura inwardly marveled at him, for he was truly beautiful when he relaxed. His smiles and gentle manner were what had initially drew her in, the respect and reverence he was capable of when he tried something that had hooked her heart quickly. It was only when he showed his true colors that she had realized just how dark his world was – how deeply he had drug her too fast, too late.

“Don’t kill yourself on my account, Izuna.” She bared her teeth at him in a momentary show of defiant courage. “After all, killing one’s fiancée is so much more your style.”

Izuna’s eyes flashed dangerously, the only warning she was given before his hand shifted once more to wrap around the slender expanse of her throat. A gasp choked from her lips as he tipped the chair back, slamming it with her to the ground. The back of her head smacked sharply on the concrete, stars and light exploding in her vision.

He was bent over her as she struggled to breathe through both the grip tightening over her esophagus and the pain swimming around her skull. “Care to repeat that, Love?”

The barrel of a gun was pressed to the side of Izuna’s head, a loud click reverberating through the room as Shisui cocked the gun. “I think she was quite clear, Bossman.”

Izuna didn’t look away from Sakura’s gaze, a grim set to his lips as he knelt on one knee beside her pained form. “I see your Knight has once again arisen, Love. I was wondering how long it would take before he couldn’t resist the urge to mount up.” A cold sneer as Shisui’s gun pressed hard to his skull. “You know what you’re doing, Shisui?”

“Of course he does.” Sakura croaked out from his relenting grip, shifting away from him as best she could.

As the men in the room moved forward, Izuna could clearly see what was different. All the men present were ones with questionable loyalty to his leadership. Inwardly, he seethed as he realized the setup – for all these men had shown clear and defined respect to the former Clan Head. The one he had not hesitated to execute in cold blood after he had attempted to quietly step down and leave the Family organization.

Izuna watched Sakura as she was assisted up from the chair, the ropes tying her hands behind her back cut. She gave a relieved sigh, rubbing the gentle appendages to restore circulation faster. His brows drew together as she gave Shisui a soft smile in thanks.

“You look confused, Izuna.” Sakura turned to the kneeling man, eyes turned cold. The shadows under her eyes displayed how tired she truly was. Holding out her hand to a woman, she accepted the gun placed in her waiting palm. Without breaking eye contact, she gripped the handle, cocking the gun and leveling it between his eyes. “I guess that’s what you get for killing my real fiancée.” The dark smile that turned up her lips surprised Izuna, his eyes widening in true understanding far too late. “This is for Itachi, our true Oyabun.”

The echoing gunshot pierced the silence of the room, followed quickly by a thud as a lifeless body fell back limply to the ground. Blood splattered her face and clothes, but Sakura stood resolute with the smoking gun still raised as she watched the stream of life fluid flow from the hold in Izuna’s skull.

A deep breath before she lowered the gun and turned, a relieved smile as she collapsed into Shisui’s waiting arms. “It’s over.” She exclaimed, almost in disbelief as she dropped the gun to wrap her arms around Shisui’s shoulders. “He’s gone, Shisui. It’s finally over.”

Shisui tucked her head under his chin, holding her close as the tremors started to shake her body. He knew it was only too soon before the realization would settle in what she had finally done. Yes. His eyes slid closed as he sent a thankful prayer to Itachi. It’s over, Itachi. She’s out. We’re out.

It was as a young man stepped forward that the older Uchiha turned, a nod to the man who would be appointed soon to take over of the family – as he should have at the death of his elder brother at Izuna’s hand. Uchiha Sasuke gazed at his childhood friend with respect. “Sakura, Shisui.” He grinned, reaching forward to accept Shisui’s outstretched hand in a firm handshake. “As punishment for turning on the Family, you are both stripped of your ranks and recognitions. You are banned from any active gatherings or social services, you are no longer a part of this family. You will not receive any financial gain from our contacts or operations, any funds you currently privately hold are yours to keep.” His eyes glittered as he gave Sakura and his brother’s best friend the only gift he could. “You are excommunicated from the Uchiha Family. You will not be pursued or harmed in any way, ever. Please leave and never return.”

Sakura peaked out from the shadow of Shisui’s shoulder, her grateful smile apparent. Tears streamed down her face as the two of them turned to Sasuke, bowing deeply before they left the compound.

It was over.

x x x x x

Sakura returned to work the following month, after a long deserved vacation in the desert oasis’ of Suna. Her life moved on as she finally accepted the death of the man who loved her enough to give up the only life he knew. Death, secrets and darkness were what he had known – what he had walked away from for the Life, truth and light her love had offered.

Now as Sakura went home, she took comfort in the second chance at love she had been afforded. Her quiet life with Shisui was not perfect, but it was something that Itachi would have been happy and proud of them for following.

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Willing or Not

TheNightBeauty

Summary:

As Hokage, there was much Shisui could avoid. This was not one of them.

An arranged marriage by their clans forces Ino and Shisui into awkward and unwanted situations, breaking the hearts of their loved ones in the process. Heartache and desire leads to healing and unplanned consequences.

Continuing As a Multi-Chapter Event, now.

Willing or Not - For Renaerys

Characters: Uchiha Shisui/Yamanaka Ino

“You’re lying.” Shisui sat back in his chair, his right hand raised to rub the sudden throbbing at his temple. He eyed the three Uchiha Elders carefully, his brow pinching with concern at the stoic faces. “You can’t just decide I’m getting married, I’m the Hokage for kami sake!” His pulse thundered in his ears as his heartrate jacked up, their disapproving stares always enough to send his anxiety into overdrive.

“We are well aware of your position, Hokage-sama.” It was Teruna who spoke, the old bat talking down to him like he was someone to be chided. She straightened, her shoulders pulling back into the stiffest stance he could imagine. “You are a beacon of hope and pride for the Uchiha Clan, the symbol of our future with the village.” Shisui’s rising pride was ruthlessly squashed as she continued, “Which is why it is imperative that you marry.”

“I just-“ Shisui swallowed, his thoughts drifting to the woman currently waiting for him. It was after hours, far past time for him to be heading out. “I don’t think we’re quite ready to take that step, just yet.”

“Are you referring to the woman you have been cavorting with, Hokage-sama?” The comment from Fugaku had Shisui’s eyes widening.

“Cavorting-?” His voice raised in pitch, a laugh quickly dying on his lips at the stern expression from his best friend’s father. “You know damned well Sakura-chan and I are not cavorting, Fugaku-sama! We have been in a healthy, stable relationship for three years!” His palm slapped the top of his desk.

“Three years too long.” Uchiha Yashiro sneered, arms folded over his chest. “The clan does not need more Senju influence on the Main Family.”

“Watch your mouth, Yashiro!” Shisui snarled, standing has his chakra flickered dangerously. “You do not get to say such things about Sakura!”

“It is true, though, Hokage-sama.” Fugaku interrupted, his ever present scowl deepening the further they talked. “Sakura-chan is a highly skilled kunoichi, yes. She was trained by one of the Sannin and the Copy-nin. No one doubts her talents on the battlefield and in the hospital.” He seemed to hesitate for a moment before continuing. “It is her desire to assist you in fulfilling your duties to the clan that are in question.” His eyes met Shisui’s, the next words unnecessary to the younger man. “Your duties to your bloodline, in particular.”-

“If you’re suggesting that Sakura-chan quit being a kunoichi just so we can have children-“

“No one is suggesting that, Shisui.” Fugaku eyed the boy who had practically grown up as his own, in his house, at his table. “Sakura-san has made it quite clear that she has no intentions of settling into the role of wife and mother, anytime soon.” Shisui’s heart plummeted, the rising suspicions confirmed. “That is why we have already confirmed your marriage contract.”

Stunned silence. Shisui could not formulate words, his thought process unhinged.

“Who did you think was a better fit than Sakura-chan?” He managed to croak out after a moment.

“…” Fugaku glanced worriedly at the pale face before him, hesitant to strike another blow. “Yamanaka Ino.”

A dry laugh escaped Shisui, genuine amusement clashing with stark disbelief. “That’s impossible.” He cracked out. “She’s Sakura-chan’s best friend. I can’t marry my girlfriend’s best friend! You can’t make us!”

x x x x x

They could, indeed, make him marry Yamanaka Ino, as evidenced by the ring that he numbly slid onto her left ring finger. The confirmed husband and wife avoided looking at each other, one set of dark eyes focusing on the ground and the tear-filled blue ones on her left hand. After the rites of purification were performed, they were released to proceed to what was now their home.

Entering the Hokage Mansion, Shisui immediately distanced himself from the blond. His quiet words were quickly spoken in her direction as he uncorked the jar of sake to pour two cups. “There is a room next to mine you may occupy. Please understand that this marriage is not my choice. You are not my choice.” His dark eyes were harsh as he turned them on her. “I would be marrying Sakura-chan if I had any choice.”

Ino was uncharacteristically silent, watching him with a pained expression. A moment passed as she absorbed his words. “You think I chose this, Shisui?” Her bitter laughter echoed throughout the room. “That I wanted to betray Sakura and marry you, of all people?! I was happy with Sai! We were going to talk to my parents about marriage, soon!”

“Not soon enough, apparently!” Shisui slammed the drink back, swallowing without a care to the bitter burn in his throat. He turned on her in a flash, his shoulders rising and falling with his barely controlled rage. “I will not be forced to betray Sakura-chan any further, Ino. You and I will never consummate this marriage.”

The relieved look that crossed Ino’s face had him hesitating. Had she truly not wanted this? It was quickly followed by a more unsettling, offending thought. Did she think he was going to force her to fulfill her duties? Repulsion rang deep and hard through his chest, stifled only by the deep draws directly from the sake jar.

It was silent as the two stood apart, each considering what they wished to say.

Ino broke first. “I have no objections if you and Sakura….continue to see each other, Shisui.”

Shisui’s eyes widened in shock, his heart lurching with hope. “You mean, you won’t say anything?”

Ino shook her head, her hands flexing at her sides as she burst out, “As long as I can continue to see Sai, I don’t care what you do.” As an afterthought, she added, “You must use protection.

There can be no children.”

“I agree!” Shisui was quick to jump on the opportunity, uncaring how desperate he sounded. Sakura-chan wasn’t going to hate him!

x x x x x

Uchiha Shisui counted himself lucky, most of the time.

He had a strong, supportive clan at his back.

Though, they were the assholes who caused this.

His best friend couldn’t be closer if they were blood brothers.

Not that Itachi had been able to do anything other than voice his objections.

Highly skilled in his career as a shinobi, he held the coveted office as Godaime Hokage.

Even that title had been unable to save him from the heartache of losing the love of his life!

Hell, he was one of the unluckiest people in Konohagakure! He slammed back the sake, the amber liquid burning its path down his abused throat. Frustrated did not begin to describe his current mood, the proverbial dark cloud that roiled and toiled over his slouched form at the bar indicative to his stressed out mindset.

It wasn’t enough. He snorted over the next cup, his breath disturbing the still surface with slight ripples. A quick flick of his tongue across the seam of his lips before he knocked another down. Shisui would be damned if he didn’t leave this bar thoroughly drunk after the day he had. Dark brows drew together with his displeasure as he ordered the reluctant bartender to pour more.

“Hokage-sama.” The familiar voice of one of his personal ANBU drew his attention from the next drink. If the shock of silver hair sticking up over the mask did not reveal his identity, the slouched form and lazy drawl would have. “Not that it matters to me, but I’d rather not have to explain to the head of T&I why you’re coming home drunk.”

“My wife can understand, I’m sure.” Shisui gave an amused smirk. “As she’s ceaselessly reminded me, this is an arranged marriage, Kakashi. Something our clans decided would be beneficial without considering the feelings of either of us.”

Kakashi responded with a sullen sigh, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. “Yeah, Sakura-chan hasn’t been taking it very well, either.” When Shisui’s sharingan spun to life at the mention of his ex, Kakashi gave an awkward cough. “I only mean that I can see how rough it is from all sides.”

Shisui fisted the sake cup, the ceramic creaking from the stress. “I know that, Kakashi! I tried to fight the elders, but they had already signed a marriage contract with the Yamanaka Clan.” His teeth grit. “It didn’t matter that Sakura-chan and I were together for three years. Or that Ino was as good as married to that artist kid.” Another drink disappeared between his lips as he vented his frustration at the situation they were in. “As if it’s not bad enough, Itachi said that Hyuuga brat is sniffing around Sakura-chan.”

“It has been six months since the wedding, Hokage-sama.” Kakashi remarked, stepping back to avoid the swipe directed his way. “I’m only saying, you’re married to her best friend. She’s a desirable kunoichi. Perhaps its something she wants?”

Shisui paused, visibly deflating with the possibility that the woman he loved would welcome the attentions of another man. I did marry Ino. He slouched in the chair, head falling into his hands. His fingers stressed the silken strands.

Damn the elders for trapping him in a loveless, passionless marriage!

He needed another drink…

x x x x x

When Ino walked into the kitchen she shared with her husband, she was not bothered by the sight of his sleeping form slouched over the table. She simply turned on the coffee pot before pulling two mugs from the cupboard. A few minutes later, she approached the table with the steaming caffeinated beverages in each hand.

Taking her seat, she leaned back and sipped on her cup after setting his in front of him. “Wake up.” She reached out with her dainty food, nudging his leg under the table. A pale brow rose as he turned, the red pressure marks across the cheek and his slightly smooshed nose providing ample entertainment. “As amusing as this is, we need to get on with the day, Shisui.”

A snort escaped his lips as Shisui startled at the kick she delivered to his shin, charcoal eyes opening to blearily take in his surroundings. “Huh?” The pained scowl he directed at her was accompanied by a slight whine, his hands gently cradling his throbbing head. “What happened?”

A nonchalant shrug as Ino drank from her coffee. “I came out here to you sleeping. You were already at the table.”

“I went to the bar…”

“Surprise, surprise.” Ino rolled her eyes, no sympathy for the man she was legally tied to. “I’m going to be leaving for work, soon. We need to discuss this issue before I have to leave, Shisui.” She pushed his coffee under his nose. “Drink this.”

Shisui huffed as he took the coffee mug, downing the bitter black substance without a second thought. Ino didn’t know his well enough to put the two cream, two sugar that he liked. Yet another reason he had to resent this situation. “What do we need to talk about?” He muttered sulkily. “You need more room in the closet?”

Ino’s eyes narrowed dangerously, brows twitching as she placed her mug down on the wood of the table with a thunk. “You know damned well I couldn’t fit all my stuff in that tiny dresser you tried to make me use, Shisui.” Her gaze flickered over his hunched form, irritated that he would question her need for clothing space. Quelling her anger, she raised her chin and broke the news, “Since Sai and Sakura both rejected our suggestions on continuing our relationships quietly, I have a suggestion.”

Shisui eyed her from across the table, a grumpy frown tilting his lips. “What would that entail?”

Ino gave a mirthless laugh. “We can find partners outside the marriage.”

Shisui’s face twisted in an unseemly way. “I’m sure with enough time, they will come to see that the arrangement wouldn’t be all that bad, Ino.”

“It’s been six months, Shisui.” The deadpan expression directed at him made Shisui wince. Since their marriage, he had quickly learned Ino’s ire was on a different level than Sakura’s. Not as physically prone to violence, she could easily fuck with your head. Her mental games ran strong. “Sai hasn’t responded to any of my messages in four months. He’s returned to ANBU and taken on long-term only missions.”

Shisui grunted in understanding, a similar situation with Sakura plaguing his days. “Sakura has been seen with other men.” He ground out, the unusual circumstances of confiding in the woman separating him from his love not above his understanding of irony. “The Hyuuga took her on a date.”

Ino’s face shifted through a grimace before she quickly schooled her features. “According to Hinata, it’s more than a date, Shisui.” The sympathy in her voice caught his attention as the words slammed into his chest, the ache that bloomed deep inside tearing viciously through him. “I’ve never even heard of Neji going on dates. Hinata says he is courting her.”

The coffee arched across the floor before the mug shattered against the wall, the absolute fury that warped his handsome face stunning Ino. A pained cry escaped Shisui before his forehead

thunked on the table top. The shaking of his shoulders belied the attempts to hide his silent sobs.

x x x x x

Shisui and Ino had come to an understanding that they were allowed to have an open marriage, choosing their shadow partners carefully to avoid the stain of dishonor it would bring upon their families. While he had not partaken of the option, he also hadn’t heard anything of Ino seeking bed partners. It was neither a happy or disheartening experience.

x x x x x

Almost nine months after his marriage, Shisui was blindsided with the arrival of four people he had no desire to see in his offices. Charcoal eyes were wide as the three Hyuuga and the pink-haired woman he still deeply loved presented themselves formally to the Godaime Hokage.

“Why are you all here, today?” Shisui dreaded the response, his nerves jacking up at the way Sakura subconsciously turned into the branch member of the Hyuuga Clan.

Hiashi stepped forward, his milky eyes locking with the dark gaze of his nephew’s rival. “Hokage-sama,” Hiashi bowed low at the waist. “As the current Head of the Hyuuga Clan, I have failed to secure a male heir for the Main Branch Family.” The contents of Shisui’s stomach curdled in realization. This was a formal meeting. “My eldest is betrothed to the heir of the Uzumaki Clan. My youngest has expressed a desire to court among the Inuzuka Clan. As such, the Main Branch will not have a suitable heir.” Shisui held his breath, horror-stricken eyes searching out the beautiful emerald of Sakura’s. In them, he saw the reluctance as Hiashi’s continued words echoed in he background. “The Clan Elders and I have formally decided to adopt my brother’s only son, my nephew, into the Main Family. The intention is to name him Heir.”

As Shisui’s world fell apart, once again, he listlessly nodded in agreement. There was nothing to contest, this was merely a formality. To allow the Hokage the necessary information on who would be ascending to the Hyuuga Clan leadership next.

“Hinata-chan is here to serve as witness to the next announcement, Hokage-sama.” Hiashi was not unsympathetic to the pain he knew Shisui to be in, but this had to be done. “We are formally announcing the betrothal of my nephew and heir, Neji, to the kunoichi, Haruno Sakura.”

Shisui’s heart deadened, meeting the brilliant green of his former love before they flickered to the milky white of her intended husband. He took in the possessive hand that gripped Sakura’s hip, turning her neatly into his side. The way she rested her own palm against Neji’s chest spoke more than any further words could.

“I, Uchiha Shisui, Godaime Hokage of Konohagakure no Sato,” He took a breath, inhaling through the pain tattooed on his heart. “Accept and acknowledge the naming of Hyuuga Neji as Heir to the Hyuuga Clan, as well as his intention to marry Haruno Sakura.” Standing abruptly, he bowed deeply. “Thank you for the meeting, Hyuuga-sans, Haruno-san. I wish you well in your future.”

His disappearance from the Hokage Tower after they took their leave was not questioned by the ANBU Operative on guard that day. The silver-haired man sighed as he sat down next to the young Uchiha Heir, also on duty. “Well, it could have gone worst.”

“Hn.” Itachi’s dark eyes flashed as he assessed the form of his best friend sitting atop the Hokage Monument. “Perhaps now Shisui can begin to heal,” he murmured. “And realize that he is not as alone as he thinks.”

“Aye.” Kakashi agreed, thinking of the sad blond that had also been attached to another of his students’ happiness. “Perhaps they assist one another.”

“Perhaps.”

x x x x x

The wedding was quick to happen, for reasons that would be rapidly apparent in the following months. Shisui attended as a requirement, hiding his pain behind fake smiles and despondent laughter. It was only when his beautiful wife grasped his hand tightly in her own that he relaxed slightly. Intentional or not, her presence over the last year had naturally become soothing to him.

Shisui watched his former lover move on to a future without him, secure in the love she foundin the Hyuuga Clan. As such, it was only fitting that it was at this very event that Ino learned of the engagement of Hyuuga Hanabi to Sai, the support he offered her only crutch as they left the reception.

When they crashed through the front doors of the Hokage Mansion, stumbling due to the heavily imbibed sake provided by the Hyuuga Clan, there were many tears and laughter. They supported each other to the couch, waving away the ANBU guard as they collapsed into fits of drunken laughter. They goaded each other to continue their game of drink n forget.

As the night wore on, they shared stories of missions, trainings, Clan incidents. Their bodies naturally drew closer as hands ghosted over skin with light touches, comforting hugs and embraces.

So, it was no surprise when Ino turned to a clearly inebriated Shisui and stared, her fuzzy mind providing the information that this man was hot. She swallowed harshly at the way he tilted his head back to down another mouthful of sake, his throat working to take the liquid down to his gullet and provide him with further sweeth blissful numbness. “Shisui,” She slurred, shifting to the side as he turned to her. Her hands grasped his head, fingers sliding into his hair to play with silky black curls. “I think…I need you…”

Shisui’s groan of appreciation as Ino’s slanted her mouth over his was loud and throaty, his unoccupied hand sliding up to her midback to press her chest closer to his. “Fuck…yeah….” He growled out as she rubbed herself against him, dropping the sake jar to the floor with a crash before pulling her over his lap. His lips attacked her soft ones, dragging breathy moans and wanton cries from her in his fervor to answer her siren call.

Ino ground down against the very present thickness of Shisui’s cock, her lacy panties already sodden with her desire. “Ugh…Shisui…” Her head tilted back his lips praised the length of exposed skin that was her throat, her movements over his arousal become more focused.

“Fuck, yes, Ino.” Shisui thrust up into his wife, the blur of events that lead to him lifting her skirts and shoving her panties to the side unimportant. As she cried out, he forced her tight walls open to the turgid length that was his cock. So consumed were they in their sexual explorations, they did not think to consider how far and fast it was advancing. Their hands explored the other’s skin, hips rolling together in search of fulfillment only the other could provide. “Right there, Baby.” Shisui grunted, fucking up into her wet slit. “You’re so fucking beautiful. I want you to come for me.”

Ino desperately chased that high, her hips smacking down against his, her engorged clit dragging sweetly against the coarse hair at the base of his impressive cock. “Shi….sui….” Her words were broken with cries of praise for the dark-haired man, interspersed with begging for him to fuck her harder, faster, longer. As he shifted them up and over the edge of the couch, he gently lowered her to the floor.

They did not care when her pale hair landed in the puddle of the broken sake jar, too focused on the way he raised her ankles to his shoulders. To aim deeper, the blunt head of his arousal brushing against the most inner surface that was her cervix. Shisui groaned in appreciation as Ino used his shoulders to leverage her legs and work herself up and down to meet his thrusts. “Keep going, Baby.” Shisui grunted, his nimble fingers seeking the precious nub that was her clit – rolling the pads of his fingers expertly against the soaked bundle of nerves to push her higher, faster, harder into climax. “You’re doing so wonderful. Cum for me, again.”

Ino’s flesh felt like it was ready to burst, each orgasm throwing her further into the delirious void she wished to never leave. Her body writhed under his heavier form, clenching and clamping like a vice in an attempt to milk him of his seed. “Please, kami, Shisui.” Her voice was growing hoarse from extended use, the screams ripped from her with each thrust of his hips. “Please, I’m going to cum! Cum with me!”

“Ngh.” Shisui’s thrusts were becoming erratic, the sweat sliding down his back and face as he worked faster towards his own goal. His muscles were in sweet, pained tense contractions, the promise of release on the horizon as he followed the vocal demands of the blond under him. “Ino, fuck…” He gasped out, his heart jackhammering against his chest. “I’m going to cum….inside….ngh…”

Thrice more did his hips meet hers before pressing flush together, the head of his cock pressed deep inside her wet channel to unload his life-giving essence into her womb. Shisui’s lips met Ino’s in a deep bruising kiss, the heightened lust and ardor edging her into a final climax.

They breathed harshly, settling together to ride out the oversensitivity that accompanied such an intense round of sex. Their hands were not idle, stroking over dampened skin, brushing through sweat-soaked hair. And as they wound down, Shisui raised his head, Sharingan-lit eyes taking in the flushed face of his wife just shy of a year. “Well….” He breathed out. “That happened.”

A delirious smile graced Ino’s face as she rubbed herself against him, the delicious aftershocks zinging along her skin. “Yeah.” She responded almost shyly. “That happened.”

A cocky smirk twisted Shisui’s lips as he rolled off of her to land on his back. “We should get drunk at our exes weddings more often.”

Ino’s laughter rang through the room as he closed his eyes, his heart feeling lighter than it had in the last year. She followed him, pressing her well-endowed chest to his. Her nipples were still stiff, he could tell, either from the drink or latent sexual desire. A coy smile curved her lips as she dragged a single finger across the expanse of his wide chest. “There’s always another one to look forward to, you know.”

“I don’t think I want to wait that long.” Shisui grinned, grasping below her knee to shift her over his body once again. “Matter of fact, I don’t think I can wait another moment.” He was already hard, sliding home before she could react with more than a cry of surprise.

And he showed her just how much he didn’t want to wait.

Multiple times.

x x x x x

My brain is mushed. Jokage, this is all your fault. My one shot is turning into a multi-chapter project, again. T-T

Happy Fourth to all my readers. Much love. Freedom and Fireworks Galore, tonight.

- Ris

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