#kyugens: itachi

[sociieties]

@kyugens: "when i go out into the world, i just don’t like what i see. you could call it paradise but it looks just like hell to me." - itachi / sasuke

he never sees his brother anymore. when he does, itachi always launches off about something that sasuke either doesn't know about or doesn't care about. today / it's something he doesn't particularly care about. he gets it -- the world is this sick, ugly place. he knows that, itachi, sasuke was just out in the world.

hell, not even a full day ago, he'd come back from a mission, having to assist with some real world political power because old people loved to run their mouth. ( security detailing for silver spoon isn't something he does for fun. he does it out of duty. taking pitiful missions -- ) at first, all sasuke offers his brother is a bored grunt, choosing to glue his gaze onto the window instead of the other. " tch. " would it kill itachi to ever ask how he was doing? why does he think this is a conversation point? " you don't get to say that anymore. "

[peachmusesa]

@kyugens: karin for itachi !

" d'ya ever think about how genjutsu is stupid ? " okay sure that's like the whole uchiha thing and stuff, and she gets it --- but also , " like -- oh my god look at these scary pictures you're putting in my mind that i can't escape out of. " that's purely sarcastic, she - at the very least - is unable to be genjutsu'd unless it's extremely strong form. " you know what's scarier ? suigetsu trying to cook. a shark doing the mamba. sasuke smiling. "

[xhatake]

@kyugens - liked for an akatsuki starter!

It was always dangerous to draw so close to what had once been his home. Many years had passed since Kakashi had abandoned his village. If he was given more of a choice in the matter, he would have never returned to begin with. But he was one of the best options to infiltrate Konoha. His Sharingan could control the Kyuubi & he knew how to get around, how to get out if things went wrong.... & the nine-tails was getting older now. If they waited too long it would be difficult to collect him. He wonders if Obito would be able to sense his phantom eye in the village, but he casts the thought aside.

He adjusts his scarf so that it may cover his sharp teeth just a little better. Kakashi had entered through the front gates, under the guise of a traveling reporter. According to his story, his small town knew little of the shinobi world & this could be a life-changing story for him! A blatant lie could be a convincing one, in the right hands. Or maybe this was a trap. Kisame lingered close by, but Kakashi had insisted that he could be left to his own devices. It was surreal, nonetheless.

He is alert, vigilant. Kakashi is in enemy territory, after all. Though there were very few who knew his face, his former comrades still lived here. He catches a glimpse of a familiar face, which he promptly turns a corner to avoid. He casts a glance at his back making sure that he's not being followed & lets out a breath. Before he looks in front of him, he walks right into someone. A boy, about his height, younger than him... long dark hair, dark eyes. The Uchiha Crest. Assorted vegetables, strewn from the paper bag that had previously been in the other's arms. This was no good, no good at all.

" Oh! I'm so sorry, let me help you with that!" he plays the part of civilian, though he doesn't look the other in the eye. The wig felt hot atop Kakashi's head, causing sweat to gather at the nape of his neck, " Silly me, I never watch where I'm going. "

[uzchis]

It's uncanny, Itachi thinks, how loving someone so much could make you feel like you're actually losing brain function. The older man stares at the boy, chubby cheeks in his hands for him to pinch and pat as he likes, blinking the thoughts away. Suen is definitely the cutest child he's ever seen, his heart throbs for a second, and Itachi is almost certain that he's going dumber with every passing minute he looks into his nephew's eyes. " I must check with Kakashi-senpai later… "

unprompted ask / @kyugens

Suengri feels those impending, dooming words before they're even uttered. Sometimes, he thinks his uncle has a familiar intimacy with saying Goodbyes. While the toddler could not exactly point out the specifics of that thought, he thinks it's found in his actions and words.

Forced to stare into ink pools so similar to his father, Suengri purses his lips and matches his uncle's movements. Still held by the large hands, Suengri leans in so that his own small hands can grasp the older Uchiha's cheeks, too. "Nooooooo..." he says, soft but defiant. "Stay."

[sociietiesarc]

sleeping bodies and dead ones are the same to nagato. bodies / unmoving / empty and move the same. to him, dead bodies are sleeping bodies and both sleep and wake whenever they feel like it. they look like nothing and everything and nagato can’t remember the last time he’d seen a dead body and thought it dead / the last time a sleeping body looked sleeping. but this — there’s few differences — but this. the way itachi’s body had been mangled couldn’t be considered anything less than disrespectful. cut skin / chunks of flesh removed / eyes missing and while nagato isn’t an uchiha like him, he knows how important something like that is. was. he wasn’t particularly close to itachi, but he knew enough of what the other wanted to question if this was worth it. to die before his goal was achieved / this is not itachi. he’s not done / they’re not done / nagato stands over abandoned body and as itachi does nothing but lay there, he summons the king of hell. while itachi isn’t one of his previous, past paths, nor was he a body that had become this way because of nagato, he can still fix it. he can still fix it. fix the broken, mangled body because it’s the least nagato can do. he feeds dead uchiha to the king / places body in mouth because itachi at least deserves to rest in his death with a body that wasn’t left outside with pieces missing. but nagato, alone and lonely, should know better than to call back a soul from hell — he ruins everything he touches; his parents, yahiko, konan, his home. his village. jiraiya. the akatsuki. everything nagato touches lives and dies / dies and lives / everything changes and every time he touches something, there’s more life slipping through his fingers like sand. this time, it’s itachi. this time, it’s hell-bound soul being brought back into restored body as the king of hell eventually cracks it’s jaw open to allow the other to spill out onto the ground before uzumaki feet. the king disappears after that, leaving nagato and itachi alone, both alive and both whole. / @kyugens liked.

[kakuzhu]

  角.    starter for @kyugens    //   open starter call

"Uchiha.”

“Before you leave...your numbers are short this month.” There’s no threat stated, but it sounds half a threat nonetheless. Kakuzu is their treasurer for good reason, at the very least. “You and Hoshigaki aren’t spending beyond your means, are you?” 

[damnedreams]

CEMETERY + reverse @ sasuke from itachi

PROMPT:   CEMETERY :  for one muse to find the other at a gravestone. / @kyugensens

It's...not good Sasuke. These pills are for--

He rolls the pill bottle between his fingers.

Don't tell anyone about it Sakura. Pretend you never saw this.

It drops mid-roll and lands his face.

But Sasuke!

He closes his eyes and clenches his jaw.

Shut up!

"Sasuke," his mother calls. His eyes bolt open. Rolling over on his side, he pushes himself to sit up. Shoving the pill bottle under his pillow, he lifts his hand to brush through his hair.

"Oh! Where you napping?" She steps in his room, smile and eyes unaware. Does she know? Did nii-san tell her? What about his father? Was he left out?

He pushes the thought aside and meets her gaze.

"Just waking up. What is it Kaasan?" Her head tilts, as if she's testing the truth of his words. He unfolds his legs and gives her a nod.

"Kaasan?" He presses to distract her.

She smiles again.

"Alright alright. Run to the market for me dear? I have a list in the kitchen with some onigri waiting." Sasuke snorts as he stands.

"You don't have to bribe me. I'd do it without it..." he grumbles. Mikoto gives another smile.

"It's lunch, not a bribe. Now get ready, I need these ingredients for dinner." She hands him the shirt he left on his desk. Taking it from her, he slips it on and makes his way toward the kitchen. Thoughts about pill bottle not far from his thoughts.

-

He's on the less taken path, to avoid the afternoon rush. It's quiet because of the close distance to the cemetery. The path demands he cut through it to put him back on track to get home. Slipping his hand inside his pocket he knocks against the pill bottle, reminded he took it before leaving the compound. To avoid his mother finding it, when she gets worried he knows she sometimes snoops.

Clenching the bottle in his hand, his earlier thoughts return. His conversation with Sakura, and the harsh way he demanded she keep her mouth shut. After spending days in the library, trying to find out what this prescription was for, he went to Sakura. Desperate for an answer, because this wasn't the only bottle he saw in his brother's bathroom.

That was weeks ago, almost two months actually. He hasn't returned since. While he's seen Itachi, it's been different. There's been a shift. A part of him knows its because the second he slipped his hand around this bottle, his brother would know. They just have yet to address it. Speaking as if he's none the wiser and his brother's illness is knowledge only to him.

Who else knows? One of the many thoughts he's worn out with the amount of hours and days he's spent on it. Shisui? His parents? Who? His doctors? Why not him? Biting the inside of his cheek, the pain keeps him anchored.

Too many times he's lost himself in questions he's refused to ask. With most people he would head straight to the person and demand answers, with his brother he's held back.

Never would he admit this but his fear has become a cage. Every time he tries to leave it, it fills his mind with his worst fear. The worst outcome of someone being ill.

Shifting his gaze away from his path, he looks over to the cemetery and stops full force. The bag in his hand crinkles from his tight fist. His eyes have widened to saucers, but his face has twisted into a fierce snarl.

His feet are stomping away from the path leading to home. Intent on reaching the lone figure in the far back. He ignores the way his heart is racing or how his palms are getting clammy. Sasuke frantically grabs at the anger inside him. He knows anger, knows how to wield it against others and to protect himself.

"You're a fucking asshole aniki," he hisses once they're close enough.

Fear. Fear. Fear.

It's manifesting. The one fear he can't even--despite it being all around them, being in a cemetery and all. What fucking irony.

Unable to control himself, the pill bottle in his pocket is freed from his pocket. He throws it with a strong force at his brother. Hoping it hits him on the head, because the bastard deserve it. Because he wants it to knock sense into him, because he wants to know why he didn't tell him.

"Picking a plot for yourself?" He accuses, hating how his voice pitches higher than usual.

This isn't how he wanted to bring this up.

"Are you that close to that you need to--" he can't fucking say it, chokes on his words and rising emotions. It's agony to simply think about it, like he's being crushed from the inside out. So to almost say it...

He can't. In fact he just wants to rage at the world. Yell, fight, burn it for this because his aniki isn't supposed to going through this. And yes he's selfish enough to wish it upon someone else. Someone else that isn't his big brother.

Clenching his jaw, Sasuke looks away. Can't look at him, can't even see him as his brother. Not without that insidious illness covering his vision. He wants nothing more than to fight it. Keeps its poisonous hands away from Itachi. Protect him like he's always done for him.

And in the deepest parts of his thoughts, he's thought to offer himself. Any part of him, he is the spare after all. A kidney? A lung? Arm? Leg? Whatever his brother needs. The younger brother is there to step in if anything happens to the eldest. Why not step in this manner?

He lifts his hand, roughly rubbing at his eyes. Hunching his too big shoulders, he tilts his head down. Everything wants to hurl itself out. Every single thought, word, and emotions he's gone through in these past two months. Yet it's probably nothing compared to what his brother gone through.

He's shut out the logic in his mind, telling him he doesn't know. He hasn't spoke to Itachi to know what is the real extent of his illness. Instead of the memory of those pill bottles takes hold of him, and summons memories of Itachi.

His big brother who has guided him, looked out for him, no matter the disappointments and failed expectations. Always there to push him. He's done nothing but chase after him, seek his attention because he's the one that he wants

He doesn't want the memories of them bickering, teasing, training, spending time together, and growing up to be used to remember him because he is no longer there. He wants to recall on those memories with his brother.

That leaves only one option here.

"You're not allowed to die Aniki."

[insurges]

*    ––––STARTER   CALL.    ( 1  / ? )    @kyugens​

               THUNK--   THUNK--   --THUNK!!   the triad of kunai embed into the target at evenly spaced intervals in a textbook display.  to the casual onlooker,  his aim must seem more than true--  good enough to gut any soft underbelly from the impersonal distance that shinobi most idealize.  but the critical gaze of a sharingan user distinguishes even the single grains  &  kernels that sets him apart from the rest:  an elite shinobi from the common rabble..

               ––––ONE   PRODIGY   FROM   ANOTHER.    

“   IT’S   BETTER   THAN   last time,  but.  i’m still a long ways off from reaching your level,  nii -- san.  “

[peepingtoad]

@kyugens​ said: "Your mutual respect and close relationship with your toad summons always amaze me. It's really... frogtastic." A straight face, however, a glimmer of pride dwells in his eyes. That was a great joke. He was Hilarious. | impromptu asks | always accepting! |

“...”

Jiraiya honestly had no immediate response to that. Itachi, besides being absolutely the last person he’d expect to make a terrible pun, really left something to be desired in his delivery...

... Which, as it sank in over a matter of moments, actually made it more funny, to the point where the sage very suddenly laughed out loud.

“I have to say, I toadally agree with you there!”

[tsuyokuma]

short starter ! @kyugens​​

                  ❝ --and then, after i took the guy’s last two kebabs when                                he wasn’t looking, he called me a ‘selfish hag’ !

                                               crazy, right ? ❞

                 In her defense, the stranger should have paid better attention,                                           Mayu’s appetite waits for no one.

[sociieties]

@kyugens​: There was no mistaking it: he was being teased. Even in their positions, with Itachi comfortably on top of Tsuki, pulling the flat and round silver pendant on the leash around the moon's neck, just because he liked the way his back beautifully arched when pressure was applied, his lover still managed to get into his head and make him blush. Heaven, Itachi was a divine being, and he blushed still when his soulmate insisted on him just being honest.

He gasps for air, Tsuki's hands on his bare waist and warm tongue on his chest sending shivers throughout his entire body, only to gather and increase the wetness between his legs. His robe was wide open in the front, and long strands of loose charcoal black hair sprawled out behind him. "— You– have no idea, do you?" Itachi finally manages, holding the other man's jaw and forcing his gaze up so he could aim evolved tomoes at him, certain that they contained the promises he had every intention of keeping. He closes their distance, lips ghosting over the other's while he spoke. "— Tsuki… I need you to need me – to crave me so intensely that even you in your brilliant form will ache, a pain so powerful that only I can soothe. A hunger only my lips, my hands, and my flesh can sate…" Itachi sucks on his lips every now and then, seeking to illustrate his words – as well as out of pure self-indulgence. "— I– need you to slash me open and reshape me, to mark me so deeply that nothing else but you will ever fit inside. So that you won't need anything else but me… Only me."

his focus shifts when he’s taken by the jaw, gaze softening as whites meet reds and while he was just in control, it takes everything within him to not melt into the other’s hand. it takes even more for him to not just kiss itachi when their lips threaten to meet the first time, slowly exhaling as his eyes fall shut and he absorbs the sage’s words. it is a request / threat / promise all wrapped up into one and the moon, he breathes another shaky breath underneath his lover. “ please... ” he whispers between such affections. it’s weak and needy, a complete change from how he as mere moments ago and the grip on itachi’s waist loosens. one hand even falls to hips, lightly digging into bare flesh despite itachi’s want to be carved out into nothing and everything. please, moon asks with nothing to follow, only quiet shift in nature as celestial grows more and more aware of the increase of slick substance coming from the other. please / how pitiful it sounded, moments away from a break in voice and the only thing that keeps it from happening is how he no longer speaks. instead allows himself to further dig into the sage, surely to bruise and some while opposite hand disappears between parted legs and two fingers are almost immediately covered in the same thing that stains the moon’s waist and stomach. “ i do; only you. ” there’s no breath in his words but he has no such need for it. finally, he looks again, although lids remain low and lust-filled as he’s now the one taking lips into mouth after stealing a well deserved kiss. “ i only want you... ” another kiss before he pulls away. moon shifts underneath him, making for more moving room of a preoccupied in and out and he only doesn’t offer too much more because he takes pleasure in dragging such things out from time to time. “ i need to—— mmm, itachi, ” he leans in again, following the pull of the leash yet again and he happily meets bare chest. moon doesn’t think of the way he bites into itachi, once to leave wounds, swollen and red as to scream for attention / twice to feast on lover as he offers himself again and again and again. warm blood easily trails down his throat, both inside and out and for that, moon gratefully laps at the now-gaping wound before words find his tongue again. “ i need you, let me have you... all of you, itachi, please. ”

[lotusdelusion]

❖┋( @kyugens​  |  𝕴𝖙𝖆𝖈𝖍𝖎 )┋ ————————————  ( 𝕹𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 ?? )．

As  humiliating  that  being  carried  like  that  was,  in  the  deepest  part  of  his  brain   he  couldn't  help  but  feel  relieved  ———  (  thankful  ). Had  it  not  been  for  the  man  next  to  him,  Itachi  would  still  be  laying  flat  on  the  dirty  ground  ———  bloodied  floor,  with  his  own  blood.  He  coughed  once,  then  again  louder,  and  one  last  time,  now  with  his  trembling  hand  over  his  dry  lips  in  a foolish  attempt  to  muffle  the  annoying  sound,  although  it  also  helped  him  to  hide  the  blood  coming  out  of  his  mouth.

“—  I'd  say  thank  you,  but  I  guess  neither  of  us  really  want  to  go  through  this  conversation.”

His  voice  sounded  weak,  like  that  of  a  dying  man  ———  and  perhaps  that  was  a  fitting  depiction  of  him.  The  injuries  in  his  lungs  were  severe,  a  couple  of  broken  ribs  puncturing  the  flesh  and  making  it  hard  to  keep  the  air  in,  but  that  wasn't  the  first  time  Itachi  found  himself  in  such  a  crappy state  ———  (  but  it  was  news  that  somebody  else  did  ).

“—  You  know  I  can't  go  to  the  hospital,  right?”

And  that,  of all things,  seemed  to  be  the  only  one  that'd  make  sense  for  both  of  them

Empty night in a no less unpleasant neighbourhood; That’s what one would get when working in a merciless underworld where every opportunity, every second was decisive to tell apart those who live from those who die; And for someone not so well adjusted to human reality, it was hard to foresee when or if any good opportunity would come soon… Quite ironic, a true accident or trick of fate to have found the other in such state after a successful mission; still minimally conscious even after losing that amount of blood. Only someone with enough stamina and a lot of training would have endured so much. Which, needless to say, only seemed to further raise suspicious within the young swordsman.

No great efforts seem to be necessary to make the other wrap his arm around his neck. Still, there was little choice left but to stop at the nearest alley to try to remove some of the remaining artefacts stuck to that man’s body, as well as to stem the blood flow on the largest wounds that were taking over his skin with whatever Kanda had at his disposal. Not the most favorable place, admittedly, yet far more reasonable than simply forming a beautiful trail of blood until reaching the nearest safe subterfuge.

❝ You can thank me later------------------ now shut the fuck up; This is unsightly enough. ❞  Scornful and suspicious as expected, as fierce and sarcastic as the taunting half-smile taking over his lips; Answer jumped out of his mouth almost without his realization ( or filter ). That was a cruel conclusion that he himself was very well aware of since very young, his instincts reminding him that having deeds as theirs, being alive was no easy task after all. And luck would not extend the hand very often, it couldn't hurt to have a bit of mercy once in a lifetime... Maybe he could count on the same kind of luck one day?   ❝ It’s not like it’s an option either. ❞  Brief pause, eyes rolling concealing no frustration.  ❝ We’re not too far from the residential area; Should I carry you there? Or you can stand on your feet? ❞

[uzchis]

reading our previous interactions and answered asks from my old blog and wow. we love uncle itachi in this household . i’m so grateful to you and your itachi’s existence . really helped me develop suen , too , so thank you so much for just being there  / @kyugens​

[sociietiesarc]

@kyugens said: "— You can't... 'bomb your way out of this' this time, Deidara." And he couldn't believe he said those actual words. "— And I hope you know this is entirely your own fault."– from itachi to deidara~ and i just really wanted itachi to say something so dumb it sounds absurd bc that's *chef kiss*

deidara has never—never—heard anything so audibly repulsive in his entire life. he’s gone from focusing to the task at hand, trying to get them out of this situation, to stare at itachi with a stale look on his face. he’s talking a lot for someone who’s not helping.

[foreaft]

@kyugens​   :   itachi   &   tenten

(   ♡   )   Hand lands ‘pon hip, chin ‘tween tip of thumb and curled finger as she leans closer to inspect trinket,   “   Hm, what do you think of this one?  D’you think I could pull it off?   ”

[damnedreams]

‘ love speaks in flowers. truth requires thorns. ’ - from itachi @ sasuke

PROMPT:  THE  LANGUAGE  OF  THORNS,  midnight  tales  and  dangerous  magic.   / @kyugens

Oh no, this isn’t a conversation he wants to have. Thankful for the busy sounds of the restaurant, Sasuke pins his brother with a flat look. 

"Aniki,” Sasuke says,” if this is your way of giving me the relationship talk, save your breath.” He gives his brother another pointed look, hoping to translate the message he really doesn’t want to talk about this. He reaches for another dumpling and focuses on dipping it. It does nothing to ease the pressure. Setting down his chopsticks, he meets Itachi’s gaze. Rubbing the back of his head, he sighs. 

“Look, you don’t have to be all...fancy with it. I’m not someone that’s going to think with my dick or be by blinded by love. I’m fine, and relationships are the last thing on my mind.” He already had this talk with his mother and he doesn’t need a second lecture. 

“Besides I don’t even like anyone right now. I doubt I’ll be even given the chance to like someone.” Now that makes him pause, because he didn’t intend for that to slip. 

Hoping he’s got enough time to change the subject, he looks at his brother’s plate. 

“You going to finish that? I’m still hungry.”