#let it be known i do not like karin

[thesauce8]

people who hate sakura but love karin are the biggest hypocrites out there 💀 karins constantly disrespecting sasukes boundaries and being an overall creep but sakuras the one labeled a stalker

[mwahangel]

Distance.

Sasuke x female!reader

Warning : strong language , maybe suggestive?? Slightly yandere (anything else I missed?)

Overview: sasuke’a darling has been acting very distant in the past few days after her birthday what could be on her small mind?

This is a Drabble !!

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It’s a known fact Sasuke Uchiha hates when change happens around him,he couldn’t care less if he himself causes the change but if someone he knows and is close with changes god he hates it.

Y/N has always been a big part of sasuke’s life,when his whole clan had been killed and destroyed he confided in Y/N,Y/N was just a loving kind soul sasuke couldn’t lose so when he left the village he essentially kidnapped her and took her to orochimaru’s hideout but her attitude didn’t change until after Y/N’s 16 birthday.

Y/N became cold and distant towards karin,suigetsu,jogo but what sasuke wasn’t expecting was Y/N being cold to him.

“Sasuke your precious doll is being rude to everyone I think you should put her in her place no?” Suigetsu spoke annoyed with Y/N’s new attitude.

“Shut up. You have no right to talk about her like that. I’ll do what I think is right.” Gosh did suigetsu hit a nerve? But either way sasuke knew suigetsu was right.

So that same day during the night sasuke went up to Y/N’s room he didn’t care to knock he just walked in and what he saw was his darling on the balcony looking up at the stars.

“Y/n.” Sasuke’s cold voice sent shivers down her spine.

“What do you want?” Y/N looked back at sasuke her eyes showing no care for him.

“You’ve changed. What’s wrong?” Sasuke asked his voice had the tiniest drop of sympathy as he walked over to his darling and sat behind her.

“Leave me alone.” Sasuke didn’t like her attitude but he let it slide for now.

“Doll,don’t tell me you’re still thinking about that pathetic village?” Had sasuke just seen right through his darling? Of course he did! He knows his doll better than anyone else and her silence spoke more than a thousand words.

“You don’t need that village,you only need me.” Sasuke took his darlings hand, twisted her around and pulled his darling onto his lap.

“I know you to well,come let me take your mind off it” Y/N looked up at sasuke he had a slight smile on his face? Oh god this isn’t good.

[delirious-donna]

Tales From The Housekeeper [Extra Drabble]

story summary: Your best friend lets you crash at her place over the spring break since you have nowhere else to go. Little did you know that it isn't actually her place. Instead, it belongs to a tall (grumpy) hot guy who finds you in his apartment–her brother.

an: despite never being seen, the developing relationship between you and Kento has been witnessed up close. Mrs McGarden has been Nanami's cleaner for many years and she knows in her heart what is happening within the walls of the apartment... a little diary that I thought was a fun idea.

warning: none, SFW, fluff and humour

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𝓜𝓻𝓼 𝓜𝓬𝓖𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓷’𝓼 𝓒𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓛𝓸𝓰

𝓒𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮: Nanami Kento 

𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓮𝓼: general tidying, kitchen deep cleaned once a week and trash to be removed, vacuum and mop every other day, windows on a Friday, ad hoc jobs as and when 

𝓒𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓼: very polite, young professional man, values his privacy, has a younger sister who has been known to visit unexpectedly (she has her own key for the door, keycard for the elevator and the passcodes), sister aside it is unusual for others to be visiting. Enjoys homemade bread and good coffee (reminder to bring by baked goods every now and then – especially banana bread and caramel pecan muffins) 

𝓢𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼: steer clear of anything overly floral, prefers subtle scents that evoke a sense of cleanliness, use Tom Ford Ébène Fumé reed diffuser in the master bedroom 

𝓜𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓪𝔂

No incidents to report. Apartment was empty on entry. Kitchen deep cleaned, skirting boards and cupboard doors included. Trash emptied. Took receipt of laundered items – left on master bed as requested. Replaced diffusers in living room and both bathrooms. 

𝓣𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓭𝓪𝔂

Strange phone call from Miss Nanami, client’s younger sister. I… I don’t know how to feel about it all. Over the years of my employment, I have grown very fond of Mr Nanami and whilst I do not see him most of the times I am here, on the occasions we do cross paths, he is always courteous and easy to converse with. That being said, I am not sure if I wish to be a part of the scheme she has proposed. I will have to think on it this evening, perhaps I will run it past Mr McGarden to see what he thinks of it all… 

Oh, before I forget. No other incidents to report. Linens from the beds stripped and remade with new sheets. All floors hoovered or mopped as planned. Plants watered. 

𝓦𝓮𝓭𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓭𝓪𝔂

I don’t know if my conscious will hold out, but I have decided that I could not ignore the plight of Miss Karin’s friend. What kind of woman would I be if I were not to allow a young woman a safe place to stay? I’ll be honest, Miss Karin was extremely persuasive… she would make an excellent lawyer. All I have to do is act oblivious if asked, which should not be a problem given the upcoming business trip. It might be nice to have a feminine presence in the apartment, and I can remove all trace of her before Mr Nanami returns, of that I am certain. 

One broken coffee mug (I expect my clumsiness was a result of my slightly frayed nerves) and I have left a note with the promise of replacing it. Couch cushions fluffed, blankets refolded and the ceiling fan and other hard to reach areas dusted. Counters sprayed down with disinfectant. List made for tomorrow – operation deep clean. 

𝓣𝓱𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓭𝓪𝔂

If I listed everything here it would take me an age. Suffice it to say the apartment is spotless, and I have left a Tupperware box of fruit scones for Mr Nanami to take away with him on his trip (my guilty conscious acting again and Mr McGarden was rather upset that there were no leftovers for him). Funny that I didn’t see his luggage out of the closet yet, perhaps he is packing last minute. I am both nervous and excited. I feel like a co-conspirator of some awful heist! 

𝓕𝓻𝓲𝓭𝓪𝔂

I am a nervous wreck… I barely slept last night and found myself starting work far earlier than normal simply because I couldn’t relax. All last-minute details straightened out. Mr Nanami had left for work or the airport by the time I arrived. Unusually there were some leftovers from the previous evening left out – a crystal tumbler with a hint of whisky in the bottom and a bowl with the stems of grapes. It’s not like him to not pick up after himself but maybe he was in a rush. I left as quickly as I could, not wishing to startle the poor girl who would be staying in the apartment. This is going to be fine, right? Oh, dear lord, what have I let myself in for… 

𝓜𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓪𝔂

If I avoid being fired it will be a miracle. From what I’ve heard there was a mix-up and now Mr Nanami knows of his sister’s scheme and apparently, she might have thrown me under the bus too. I will be having words with her as soon as she deems to answer my calls, the little madam. I caught the barest glimpse of the guest this morning as she was heading into her room, she smiled and I got the sense that despite the confusion, she is happy to be here. 

Mr Nanami, on the other hand, had less to say to me than I thought. He asked if I had known about Miss Karin’s plan and I couldn’t play dumb, not under his gaze. The man can be intimidating without really trying and I hope to goodness he hasn’t scared the poor woman. Rather than react with anger, he simply tightened his jaw and gave a firm nod. There is something different about him, I’m not sure what makes me say that, call it woman’s intuition. I am on reduced hours until his guest leaves and I can only hope he doesn’t reconsider my offer of resignation. I really would miss him as a client. 

𝓣𝓱𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓭𝓪𝔂 

There is something brewing here, I can feel it. What I claimed as woman’s intuition is now so much more. Mr Nanami is more relaxed than I have ever seen him, and he wears it well. It is nice to see him looking less tired, his eyes are brighter, and I would swear he smiles more frequently. His companion is doing wonders for his mood and no wonder, she is such a lovely young thing. Very intelligent, witty, and most importantly, she doesn’t let anyone walk over her. We have chatted once or twice but only for a minute. I like her, and I don’t believe I am alone in that sentiment. 

I keep forgetting to detail my tasks, I would forget my head if it weren’t screwed on as Mr McGarden likes to remind me. Linens changed. Laundry ordered for collection on Monday morning. Floors cleaned. Mug replaced from last week. Plants watered and pruned. 

𝓜𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓪𝔂

Oh, my days. I don’t know what to think. The atmosphere continues to change every time I visit. Today it seems the two of them have ventured to the National Museum together. Would one consider that a date? Maybe I am reading into things too much. Too many Mills and Boon novels in my nightstand. He deserves happiness. Money can only afford so much. I’ve worked for Mr Nanami long enough to want to see him settle and be happy. I dare not get my hopes up but it’s impossible when I witness these furtive little glances between them. It’s also rather funny how they seem to fall silent whenever I am within earshot. It reminds me of my courting days… 

Living area straightened, a dog-eared book found down the side of the couch cushions, and I doubt it belongs to Mr Nanami. His bookshelves are stuffed full, but each book is in pristine, unread condition. The man simply does not have time for reading. Maybe they will change. Floors cleaned. I can’t help but notice that the apartment feels far more lived in than it ever has. Diffuser changed in the master bedroom. 

𝓦𝓮𝓭𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓭𝓪𝔂

She left. I don’t know what else to say. The apartment is a mess, well, as messy as I’ve ever seen it. Decorative ribbon on the living room floor, a half empty bottle of whisky on the kitchen island, two mugs unused but set out… Mr Nanami refuses to speak to me, refuses to even meet my eye. I’d take it for anger if I didn’t know better. There is guilt in his gaze. Whatever happened yesterday, he won’t be drawn on the matter. I’ve thought to call Miss Karin but is it my place? Never have I seen the man so dishevelled and utterly miserable. I suspect he hasn’t bathed as I can smell the lingering alcohol when he slouches past. I don’t like this. I should have never meddled in his affairs. Just when I thought he might have found someone to brighten his days… oh, it’s such a mess. 

Kitchen disinfected, dishwasher emptied and reloaded. Living area tidied except for the ribbon which I dare not touch. Bedrooms… the guest room is barren and sad. Mr Nanami prevented me from stripping the linens, in fact, he practically shooed me from the room. Bathrooms cleaned. There is a lump in my throat as I write this. I wish I had never been a part of any of this, not when it has seemingly ended so disastrously. What shall I do? I suppose that nothing would be the best answer, it is not my business to meddle in. 

𝓕𝓻𝓲𝓭𝓪𝔂

No one was home. I worry that Mr Nanami is not eating, there is very little trash and no leftovers in the fridge. I couldn’t help but peek inside the bedroom next to his and I found it exactly as it had been the last time I was here. The sheets are made but the ruffles show the clear form of a body huddled atop the bed. I’m not sure if it’s from the poor girl or if Mr Nanami has taken to sleeping in here. A sadness remains and I’ve taken to completing my tasks as quickly as possible to escape the gloom. If things have not improved over the weekend… perhaps I can offer a friendly ear? I doubt he would accept the offer, but I can’t continue on like this and feeling partly responsible. 

Windows washed. Floors cleaned. Empty liquor bottles taken out for recycling… he never normally drinks this heavily.  

𝓜𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓪𝔂

I was running late today, and of all the days to fall behind. It must be serendipitous! The key was barely in the lock when my phone rang from the depths of my bag. Lo and behold… Miss Karin had finally returned my calls. I was halfway through giving her a mouthful when she cut me off with seven words that I will remember for years to come.  

He left work to go find her. 

I’m in shock. Never have I known Mr Nanami to leave work before the day was done. In fact, he often worked far later than he needed to just to stay ahead of the competition. There was something in Miss Karin’s voice, I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but she knows more than she was letting on. I could have cried on the spot. 

Linens changed although I have again left the guest bedroom. Kitchen deep cleaned. Plants watered and pruned. Dusting done. I took the liberty of baking some bread whilst I was here. The sun was long down by the time I left. I guess I lingered in the hopes of maybe seeing them both, but it wasn’t to be. There is hope in my heart once more and I will nurture it. Mr McGarden picked me up this evening and listened to me on the drive home. He told me about a saying from the country he was born and raised in… ‘whits fur ye’ll no go by ye’, which means what is for you will not go by you and I believe that in my heart. 

There will be a happy ending, or I will eat my hat! 

[xjulixred45x]

In the crossover between Dead Plate and My Child Lebensborn, what measures would Rody and Vince take with the Professor Solheim matter? What legal (and illegal) means would they take against him?

TW: MENTION/IMPLICATION OF CSA, PTSD ON CHILDREN, MURDER, ETC.

Ow man...

First of all, I don't think that either Vince or Rody would go unnoticed by the changes in attitude in their respective children, but definitely at the beginning they thought it was because of the Bullying issue than anything else (although they knew about Professor Solheim thanks to the bad guys). moments they put the kids through before this, you can tell they hated it before).

Surprisingly I think Rody might be the first to think that something is wrong with Klaus at school. Rody is much more trustworthy than Vince, so it wouldn't be strange if out of the blue Klaus tells Rody that he doesn't want to go to school or that he doesn't specifically want to go to Professor Solheim's classes.

Rody finds it strange at first, but soon realizes that Klaus wouldn't ask to skip school if something really bad was going on (not just bullying). this + when Klaus starts having clear PTSD episodes, make Rody not let Klaus go to school and have a serious talk with him.

When does Rody find out? God, he's devastated to hear Klaus telling him what happened and repeating that it's not his fault and he's right! It's not Klaus' fault. Rody focuses on comforting his little brother and letting him know that he shouldn't hide things like that, that he loves him and is sorry he couldn't prevent this, etc. In general, both of them crying together for a long time.

As for the actions Rody would take against Solheim, it's canon that he would hide a body for Manon, so I can see him going to kick Solheim's ass and even threatening him to never go near Klaus again. and this guy is STRONG (canonically he could break your arm by ACCIDENT, imagine what he could do on purpose), so he won't be satisfied unless Solheim has at least 5 broken bones.

(I can't go into much detail about the legality because Rody is broke bad, but maybe he could convince the other parents to file a class action lawsuit, also being the 60s I don't think Rody would want to put Klaus in that situation or re-traumatize him, SO i think that's all that he would do, not because he wants to, but bc it's all he can do).

Vincent, on the other hand, would take longer to notice the warning signs, since while he is observant, he is also constantly busy during the events of the game, so probably the closest thing he would have to a direct signal would be a of Karin's nannies said that she is acting strange.

and Vince begins to notice these more abrupt changes, how Karin is now more reserved and even rude, how she almost doesn't talk to him anymore (it would take an EMBARRASSING amount of time), etc.

although the definitive warning sign for Vince would be 1) that Karin doesn't want to be bathed and 2) that she doesn't even want to eat. He knows that SOMETHING happened and that Karin is too traumatized to say it, but she is giving him quite direct signals, which leads him to realize what happened, horrified.

Vince is definitely more clumsy when it comes to comforting Karin, but he doesn't lack desire. He mainly tries to comfort her by giving her her favorite foods and giving her a free pass to do whatever she wants (skip school, eat outside food, etc.). and even trying to be more physically affectionate (mainly giving her more hugs, this experience definitely made him realize how much he misses that side of Karin).

As for Solheim...he will be lucky if Vince decides to take the LEGAL route (if that were the case, Solheim would never come out of it, since with how well-known Vince is, public opinion would definitely DESTROY Solheim if Vince don't do it first). Vince tends to be erratic at times like this, so it would be very easy for him to get rid of Solheim PERMANENTLY, it's better that way, he wouldn't have to worry about it hurting Karin anymore.

I think Vincent would feel more guilty than he lets on, precisely because Karin doesn't even feel comfortable telling him what exactly happened (she probably explains it with drawings) and would try to improve his pedagogical skills based on this.

Rody is really just doing his best and still doesn't feel like enough, plus he's probably going to dump all this guilt and bad feelings on Solheim (with a good beating), and ressure Klaus about that 1) it's not His fault and 2) he loves him nonetheless.

Mind you, I don't think either of them will let Karin/Klaus go to school anytime soon, good luck with that.

In general, they both react differently, but they will do ANYTHING to get Solheim out of the picture and give the kids peace/closure.

BONUS: MANON

She would definitely be the one who found out first! (whether being with Rody or babysitting for Vince), she has both Rody's sweetness and Vince's questionable methods (time to make Rody hide the body...)

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(ESPAÑOL)

TW: MENCION/IMPLICACION DE ABU$O SEXUAL INFANTIL, TEPT EN NIÑOS, ASESINATO, ETC.

Hombre....

primero que nada, no creo que ni Vince ni Rody pasarian por desapercibido los cambios de actitud en sus respectivos niños, pero definitivamente al principio pensaban que era por la cuestion del Bullying que por otra cosa(aunque ellos sabian del profesor Solheim gracias a los malos momentos que hicieron pasar a los niños antes de esto, puedes decir que lo odiaban desde antes).

Sorprendentemente creo que Rody podria ser el primero en pensar que algo anda mal con Klaus en la escuela. Rody da mucha mas confianza que Vince, por lo que no seria raro si de la nada Klaus le dice a Rody que no quiere ir a la escuela o que puntualmente no quiere ir a las clases del profesor Solheim.

Rody lo encuentra raro al principio, pero pronto se da cuenta de que Klaus no pediria faltar a la escuela si realmente algo malo estuviera pasando(no solo el Bullying). esto + cuando Klaus empieza a tener episodios claros de PTSD, hacen que Rody no deje que Klaus vaya a la escuela y tenga una charla seria con el.

¿cuando Rody se entera? dios, esta destrozado de escuchar a Klaus decirle lo que paso y repitiendo que no es su culpa ¡y tiene razon! no es culpa de Klaus. Rody se centra en consolar a su hermanito y hacerle saber que no debe ocultar ese tipo de cosas, que lo ama y lamenta no haber podido evitar esto, etc. en general ambos llorando juntos un buen rato.

en cuanto a las acciones que tomaria Rody en contra de Solheim, es canon que el ocultaria un cuerpo por Manon, asi que puedo verlo llendo a patearle el trasero a Solheim e incluso amenazandole con no acercarse a Klaus nunca mas. y este sujeto es FUERTE(canónicamente podria romperte el brazo por ACCIDENTE, imagínate lo que podria hacer adrede), asi que no estara sarisfecho a menos que Solheim tenga 5 huesos rotos, por lo menos.

(no puedo profundizar mucho en lo legal porque Rody esta en quiebra, pero talvez podria convencer a los demas padres para presentar una demanda colectiva, igualmente siendo los 60s no creo que Rody quisiera poner a Klaus en esa situación o re-traumatizarlo).

Vincent, por otro lado, tardaria mas en darse cuenta de las señales de alerta, ya que si bien es observador, tambien esta constantemente ocupado durante los eventos del juego, por lo que probablemente lo mas cercano que tendria a una señal directa seria que una de las nannys de Karin dijera que ella esta actuando extraño.

y Vince empieza a notar estos cambios mas bruscos, el como Karin ahora es mas reservada e incluso grosera, el como casi ya no le habla(le tomaria una cantidad VERGONZOSA de tiempo), etc.

aunque la señal de alerta definitiva para Vince seria el 1) el que Karin no quiere que la bañen y 2) que ella nisiquiera quiera comer. el sabe que ALGO paso y que Karin esta muy traumada para decirlo, pero le esta dando señales bastante directas, lo que lleva a que se de cuenta de lo que paso, horrorizado.

Vince es definitivamente mas torpe a la hora de consolar a Karin, pero no le faltan ganas. principalmente trata de reconfortarla dandole sus comidas favoritas y dandole pase libre para hacer lo que quiera(faltar a la escuela, comer comida de afuera, etc). e incluso tratando de ser mas afectivo físicamente (dandole mas abrazos principalmente, esta experiencia definitivamente le hizo darse cuenta de lo mucho que extraña ese lado de Karin).

en cuanto a Solheim...tendra suerte si es que Vince decide tomar la ruta LEGAL(si fuera asi, Solheim no saldria nunca, ya que con lo conocido que es Vince, definitivamente la opinión pública DESTRUIRIA a Solheim). Vince tiende a ser erratico en momentos como este, por lo que seria muy facil para el deshacerse de Solheim PERMANENTE, es mejor asi, no tendria que preocuparse de que le haga daño a Karin nunca mas.

creo que Vincent se sentiria mas culpable de lo que deja ver, justamente porque Karin nisiquiera se siente comoda diciendole que fue lo que paso exactamente (probablemente lo explique por dibujos) y trataría de mejorar sus habilidades pedagógicas apartir de esto.

Rody realmente solo esta haciendo todo lo que puede y aun asi no se siente suficiente, aparte de que es probable de que vuelque toda esta culpa y malos sentimientos en Solheim (con una buena paliza).

eso si, no creo que ninguno de los dos deje que Karin/Klaus vayan a la escuela en un BUEEEEN tiempo, buena suerte con eso.

en general, ambos reaccionan de forma diferente, pero haran LO QUE SEA para sacar a Solheim de la foto y darle paz/cierre a los niños.

BONUS: MANON

¡definitivamente seria la que se entero primero!(ya sea estando con Rody o siendo niñera para Vince), tiene tanto la dulzura de Rody como los metodos cuestionables de Vince(hora de hacer que Rody oculte el cuerpo...)

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[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

Could you do Cammy, Elena, and Karin's reactions to being caught going down on them S/O by their friends? (I am so sorry!!!)

Like I said when you accidentally sent this outside of Anon, Anon. It's fine and don't worry about it! Also, I had a blast writing this.

NSFW: MDNI

Now! Your wish is my command!

Decapre awoke to the sound of loud banging in the night, like someone was slamming and tossing things around a room.

Almost like a fight.

In an instant, Decapre bolted out of the room her and her sisters shared and towards the source of the noise.

Cammy’s room.

Panic seized Decapre’s heart.

Sure, her and Cammy didn’t get along all of the time.

Sure, she had tried to kill Cammy on more than one occasion.

But Cammy saved her and welcomed her and the others with open arms.

And she would be damned if anything happened to her while she could do something about it.

Decapre bounded up the stairs, leaping from the ground floor to the second where Cammy’s room sat with her enhanced strength and agility, flipping over the railing and onto her feet before sprinting full speed at the door, barreling through it and almost knocking it off its hinges.

And the room looked like a tornado had torn through it, though that was far from Decapre’s chief concern.

That honor belonged to Cammy.

Speaking of Cammy, she was on her bed, or more specifically, on top of you, completely nude, her entire body glistening with sweat and her hair a mess while you were laying on the bed in a similar state.

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Cammy stared at Decapre.

Decapre stared at Cammy.

A profound silence hung between the three people in the room.

Decapre said absolutely nothing as her face grew more and more red, the realization of what was occuring hitting her at full force.

Cammy looked like the single most frazzled person in existence at this moment.

Then, without hesitation, Cammy snatched her boot off the bed and threw it full force at Decapre who immediately slammed the door to block the shoe with its toe piercing clean through.

Instantly following this, Cammy put her face in her hands, and made the single most embarrassed and borderline pathetic noise known to man.

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When morning rolled around, Decapre had a thousand yard stare that bored through the wall and an awkward silence hung between You, Cammy, and Decapre.

“Ahhh… that’s some good tea. It has a wonderful, and balanced aroma.” Julia stated before her best friend, Juni finished her thought by asking “Now, Decapre, what happened last night to have you looking so shell shocked?”

Instantly Cammy tensed up and you readied for an all too common event in the household filled with highly trained killers and assassins that treated each other like sisters.

Catfights.

“I walked in on-” Decapre began before her sister, Cammy, launched at her from across the table.

And like that, the first scrap of the day began.

Makoto raised her hands high into the air, stretching as she walked through the door and a yawn escaping her after a long day at the Dojo.

“*YAAAAAWN* I wonder what Elena is-” Makoto began to mutter before hearing a loud moan and a familiar voice cursing in one of the many, many languages that the person the voice belonged to knew.

“What the hell?” Makoto muttered in confusion, a sense of concern for her friend rising.

Readying herself for a fight, Makoto walked forwards through the hall and to the guest room where Elena was staying while she was in town.

Makato took a breath, and then threw the door open.

In the room was Elena, her muscles flexing and quivering as she rolled her hips atop your own, her face the picture of pleasure before she let out another cry of ecstasy that left her breathless and bracing herself on your shoulders.

“Wha- Elena!?” Makoto exclaimed in shock, her face turning blood red in an instant.

In tandem Elena and you whipped your heads towards Makato, the blushes on your faces spreading much further now that the two of you realized what both of you had been caught doing.

“U-u-uh… hey there Makoto…” Elena shyly greeted, fully aware of the state both of you were in and the lack of clothes involved in said state.

In response to this, Makoto fainted dead away into a heap on the floor.

This was gonna be fun to talk about when Makoto woke up in a few hours.

Sakura stretched as she walked out of the arcade, her shift finally over.

“Now! Time for the weekly bout with Karin! Oooh! I’m so excited! I can’t wait to show off the new moves I’ve been working on!” Sakura exclaimed with joy before setting off at top speed.

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“Heya Birdie!” Sakura exclaimed in greeting to Karin’s part time guard as she ran through the gate, not even hearing his “KID! WAIT! WHAT ARE YA DOING HERE A DAY EARLY!?”

Sakura shot through the estate like it was a second home to her, barreling towards the room of her best friend and rival.

“Heh! Heh! I’ve been waiting all week for this all week! Time to wipe that smug grin off Karin’s face!” Sakura exclaimed in her head as she arrived at her destination before kicking open the door.

“KARIN KANZUKI!!! IT IS TIME FOR A- a- a- a-” Sakura began with a shout before stuttering to a stop due to what she saw before her.

Karin Kanzuki, the beautiful heiress who always looked nothing short of perfect in her practically trademarked red outfit and perfectly styled blonde hair with an air of austere dignity around her.

In this moment however, Karin Kanzuki was baring all to the world, every article of her clothes from her red jacket to the tight black short shorts she wore under her skirt tossed haphazardly around the room, a sheen across her skin from the exertion of the act she had been caught in the middle of, her hair a mess of curls and tangles and her body atop yours in a position that could only ever be seen as one thing.

In this moment, silence took the room as Sakura continued to stutter, her face turning a deep red.

Karin was mortified.

You were terrified.

And Sakura was traumatized.

Then after almost a solid half minute silence, Karin shouted “GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!” with tears in her eyes as she tossed a pillow at Sakura, with such force that she slid back a few steps and was knocked out of her stupor, sending her running for the hill as she cried out a thousand apologies.

[vicioux]

ICHIHIME FIC RECS

i can't believe i've been reading ichihime fanfics for literally 10 years ✌️ my favorite flavor is definitely pining with a touch of angst, but i am also a sucker for just them giggly all over each other! thank you bleach TYBW anime revival for bringing me back to these two cutie patooties and an even bigger thank you to all the writers that have been keeping the fandom alive all these years (especially in the earlier days back in the wild wild west of ff.net and LJ lol) y'all are amazing 💖 happy reading everyone p.s you can find the rest of my fic rec lists here

🍓 alternate universe 🍞

THE BRIDE OF THE DEATH GOD by caledon A plague descended upon the village, and to appease the God of Death they offered him a bride as a sacrifice.

THE DEVIL'S PLAYTHING by marshmallowbirb High-schooler Kurosaki Ichigo discovers that he isn't as human as he once thought - and neither is his classmate, Inoue Orihime.

THE RELUCTANT BRIDEGROOM, DEATH by marshmallowbirb On a sunny summer morning, the young goddess Orihime gathers flowers on a hillside.

STARCROSS'D by child of the ashes In the vampire palace of Los Noches, there is no greater curse than beauty, and no greater crime than love.

NEXT VISIT by aurona x She can see him only with autumn comes, that man of the deep blue tree. And over the years, her love for him grows.

MOTHERHOOD by ashe flyght Orihime's family is financially unstable. So when Japan's most in demand actor, Kurosaki Ichigo offers her an unusual job will she accept it?

FINE LINES by lastlynotleast Ichigo is a tattoo artist and Orihime has skin he could draw on forever.

🍓 multichapter 🍞

THE BOND BETWEEN US by ritsu-san Post Ch. 352: Ichigo and Orihime are left to figure out this strange bond they share.

TIL DEATH DO US PART by marshmallowbirb Deemed too powerful, Ichigo is sequestered in Soul Society after defeating Aizen. Ten years later, one of his human friends dies.

THE CLOCKWORK SWITCH by sesamerolls (1 // 2 // 3) “Kurosaki-kun?” She wanted to bite back her words. This person couldn’t be him. He was a few inches taller, broader, and manlier than the youth who gave her daifuku just minutes before.

🍓 oneshots that will make you feeeeel 🍞

DEMAGNETIZE by ghosty If opposites attract, then what does that mean for us?

TACTILE by mrhooty Orihime has accepted that her boundaries will never be respected, but Ichigo is too good of a friend to allow that.

AFFIRMATION by sesamerolls Ichihime from the beginning to the end.

HOME IS WHERE THE SUN SETS by awkwardspaceturtle Using the word ‘beautiful’ didn’t seem like enough; nothing he could ever say out loud would tell her how she really looked in his eyes.

BUILD A HOUSE IN PARADISE by zabiume Ichigo and Orihime move in together.

PAPER HOUSES by zabiume Mostly, he just wanted to know if she was okay, if she was eating well and passing her courses and if, when she went to bed at night, she had someone to smile about.

PROMPTFILL by zabiume Truth serum induced angst.

PROMPTFILL by captainrukias-husband Ichigo writes a poem for Orihime.

TEMPTARE BEAST by mayelisa As Orihime watched in horror as Ichigo took on that form again, she had a sinking feeling that this day wouldn't turn out at all like she had planned.

MEMORIES IN THE RAIN by garden of magnolias If I were the rain, could I connect with someone's heart, as the rain can unite the eternally separated earth and sky?

ALWAYS SUMMER by folle Orihime is calling, calling, and Ichigo doesn't know how to not answer, except in the most important way.

BECOMING WHOLE by lovelycollision He loves her in various ways, during different stages of his life. It's after the war when he realizes that he's in the third stage, otherwise known as the beginning.

🍓 outside POV looking in 🍞

ELEVATING by sesamerolls “Okay, let’s theoretically agree Ichi-nii has a girlfriend,” said Karin, resting her palm underneath her chin.

SIMPLY BY MEASUREMENT by sesamerolls When it first began, he pretended not to notice.

PROMPTFILL by scribblles Ichigo screwed up his befuddlement into a distinctly grumpy expression. “For your information, I wasn’t daydreaming, I was thinking. Worrying, actually. And it’s about a friend. Who… happens to be a girl.”

🍓 funny fluffy oneshots 🍞

OF MICE AND MEN by garden of magnolias Ichigo realizes that getting rid of a mouse in his and Orihime's apartment is a lot more complicated when it involves his girlfriend.

I REJECT! by scribblles Keigo has a rare moment of inadvertent correctness.

RUMOUR HAS IT by fictionaryplace Ichigo and Orihime have important news, but decide to have a little fun with their friends and family before coming clean.

DELAYED REACTION by crystal dawn Orihime is feeling under the weather. Against his better judgment, Ichigo suggests she visit his father's clinic.

ICED FRAPPUCCINO by hedonysms Ichigo and Orihime get a coffee. Ichigo is simultaneously an emotional sap and a horny, utterly repressed man.

STARTING FRESH by kay sincere Ichigo doesn't have a resolution for the new year himself. But it does come to his attention that his friends could use his help.

NOSEBLEED by deathberryhime Where that little smile would have done more damage than intended to.

OUR BREATHS IN PERFECT HARMONY by iwillhaveamoonbase When Ichigo's friend talks about a cute girl at a bakery, Ichigo agrees to introduce them with no idea that the girl in question is his girlfriend.

WELL WISHERS by adverb_slut It turns out that shinigami are not so great at gift-buying, especially for a four-week-old baby.

THE ART OF SHIPPING by alice hattercandy In which, everyone ships. Even Ichigo.

🍓 anything and everything by these authors 🍞

SESAMEROLLS CAPTAINRUKIAS-HUSBAND ZABIUME (tumblr // ao3) SCRIBBLLES CRYSTALDAWN / MARSHMALLOWBIRB (ffnet // ao3) ORIHIMES RITSU-SAN (more on their LJ sunburnt-wings) TRAGICOMEDY (more on their LJ explicates)

[kudouusagi]

Buddy Daddies Drama CD Vol 1 – When one door closes, another door opens

*Gun sounds*

*Large explosion*

Video Game: MISSION FAILED!

Rei: Gah...? I lost?

Rei: *Sighs* Right now I'm so... bored...

*Stomach rumbling*

*Presses button on phone*

Concierge: Good Morning, Suwa-sama!

Rei: I'm making an order. Mild beef curry, a steak, a cola...

Concierge: Thank you so much for doing business with our hotel. However we need to discuss your payment with you...

*********************

Rei: I can't use it?

Concierge: That's right. This card has been suspended. Do you have another form of payment

that you could use?

Rei: Ugh...

*********************

Concierge: Wait!

*Rei running*

*Car honks*

Driver: Hey you! Watch where you're going!!

Rei: This is bad... The family card has been cut off... so I don't have money!

*********************

Kazuki: I'm gonna score big! RED!

Crowd: Ohh!

Girl 1: Wow! You’re betting it all?

Girl 2: Kazu-kun, you're so brave!

*Chugs drink*

Kazuki: Ahhh! I’m on a roll today! I'm gonna win this one and be rich!

*Ball rolling to a stop*

Kazuki: AAAHHHHHHH!!!!

*********************

*Kazuki shivering*

Girl 1: Come again, okay?

*Kazuki sneezes and drinks more*

Kazuki: Ugh... Ah... My life is over...

Kyuutarou: Don't just decide that on your own.

Kazuki: Kyuu-chan!

Kyuutarou: Kazuki. Come to Yadorigi.

*********************

Kyuutarou: Can you even work a proper job after all this time? The only kind of work for you is dirty work. Isn't that right?

Kazuki: Yeah... that's right...

Kyuutarou: You keep failing your jobs and I haven't been able to contact you. Is this really the time to be drowning yourself in alcohol?

Kazuki: I'm sorry...

Kyuutarou: How many years do you think it's been since that accident? Can you face Karin-chan like this? 

Kazuki: Ah...

Kyuutarou: This is your last chance.

Kazuki: Last?

Kyuutarou: If you mess up this job... I'll kill you.

Kazuki: Wait...! Anything but that!

Kyuutarou: Then make sure this job is a success.

*Paper crinkling*

Kazuki: Huh? Who's this...?

Kyuutarou: Suwa Rei. The son of our organization’s leader, also known as the "murder machine"

***************

*Convenience store bell ringing*

Cashier: Welco-...me...

Rei: *Grumbling*

Cashier: Eh? That guy's kinda creepy! His hair and beard are both unkempt and he’s stumbling around.... He seems like he'd be able to kill someone...

Rei: Umm...

Cashier: Y-yes? How can I help you?

Rei: How much is this?

Cashier: A teriyaki dog? It's 150 yen.

Rei. Mmm... *counts coins* 39 yen...

Cashier: Ah... Not enough, huh...?

Rei: *Sighs*

Cashier: Sir... Is something wrong?

Rei: Coat...

Cashier: Huh?!

Rei: Nevermind...

*Rei walks out while groaning*

Young Girl Cashier: Ah... Thank... you... What was with that guy?

***************

Rei: I’m an assassin. I can't bother civilians.

Thug: Aniki!

Aniki: Yeah? How'd it go?

Thug: I got the ransom! Here it is!

Aniki: Great job! Let's see it~

*Rei grabs bag*

Aniki: Huh?

Thug: Who are you!?

Rei: I'm borrowing this!

Thug: Huh!? Hey, give that back!

Aniki: Hey! Come on! Stop!

Thug: We’ve lost him!

Aniki: That thief! I'm gonna find him even if I have to turn this whole town upside down! Go find him!

Thug: Okay!

Rei: How annoying...

*Gun clicks*

Rei: Should I kill them...?

Kazuki: Hold on!

Rei: Who’re you?!

Kazuki: I found you, murder machine, Suwa Rei. My name is Kurusu Kazuk- Woah, woah, woah! Where are you going!?

*Running and panting*

Kazuki: Hey! Wait!

*More running and panting*

Kazuki: Fuck.

Kazuki: He’s so fast! I guess it's to be expected from an elite of the Suwa family? Fuck... I can't keep up...

Even though I'm confident in my running ability... all that drinking’s messed with me. Useless assassins will be gotten rid of... If he gets away now... then I'll...!

*Stops running and catches breath*

Kazuki: Maybe that's for the best. I’m a useless drunkard. There’s no one to mourn for me. That's just what I deserve. I'm finally... going to hell...

*can clinking*

Kazuki: Hm? Over there?

*Mechanical door opens*

Kazuki: Come out! Suwa Rei!

*Fist fight*

Kuzuki: Fuck.

*Gun clicks*

Rei: You know my name. You must be in the same line of work.

Kazuki: Wait! You don't understand!

Rei: You must protect yourself again-Hrk! (Idiom: 降り懸かる火の粉は払わねばならぬ Meaning: You must protect yourself against any possible dangers. Literally: you have to brush off any sparks that land on you)

Kazuki: Huh? What? He suddenly fainted?

*Stomach grumbling*

Rei: I’m... hungry...

Kazuki: Huh?!

*****************

*Rei groaning*

Kazuki: Oh! You’re up? Hold on, it's almost done.

Rei: Where...?

Kazuki: My place.

Rei: It’s dirty.

Kazuki: That's all you have to say to the guy who saved your life? I've had a lot going on so I haven't had time to clean.

Kazuki: Here~! Eat.

Rei: Food?

Kazuki: You're malnourished, aren't you?

Rei: Are you sure?

Kazuki: Don’t spill it.

*Slurping sounds*

Kazuki: How is it?

Rei: Udon.

Kazuki: You can tell just by looking at it! How does it taste?

Rei: Like soy sauce?

Kazuki: Because it’s udon! I'm asking if it tastes good?

Rei: It’s normal.

Kazuki: What the hell are you?! At times like this it's only polite to tell someone “It's so delicious!” as thanks even if it's just flattery!

Rei: Hmm!

Kazuki: Huh? Damn, man... Your file said you don't understand polite society and have zero life skills, but you're really like a robot! So... you ran away from home?

Rei: Yeah...

Kazuki: And you're already broke? The money in that bag... it's the ransom from the kidnapping case that’s all over the news, isn't it?

Rei: Probably.

Kazuki: Did you do a kidnapping?

Rei: I borrowed it.

Kazuki: Borrowed it?

Rei: From the kidnappers.

Kazuki: You liar! You stole it!

Rei: I didn’t have any money.

Kazuki: Ugh... Why in the world did you target such troublesome people?

Rei: I can't bother civilians.

Kazuki: You're strangely conscientious.

*Rei continues eating*

Rei: Done.

Kazuki: Osomatsusama (Set phrase to thank someone after they eat your cooking that means sorry for the crude food)

Rei: Kurusu... umm...?

Kazuki: It's Kazuki.

Rei: Kazuki.... Why didn’t you kill me?

Kazuki: Oh, don't get the wrong idea. My job was to protect you.

Rei: Protect?

Kazuki: There's a certain order to this town. Having a lone wolf like you running around wild is a problem. But you’re quite skilled, aren't you. There’s plenty of troubles you can deal with around here. If you work for Kyuu-chan, this town'’s boss, I'm sure you'll make good money.

Rei: Money...

Kazuki: Did you really think you could run away from home and become a normal person? The only kind of work for us is dirty work. Isn't that right? Do you want to slowly die from malnutrition or do you want to play with the cards you’ve been dealt?

Rei: Umm...

Kazuki: Hm? What is it?

Rei: Get me in contact with that boss.

Kazuki: Oh! Okay.

Rei: Thanks.

Kazuki: Huh? Nah I just did my job. You don't need to thank me for anything!

Rei: Mm.

Kazuki: Mmm... What?... It’s not like I’m happy that you thanked me or anythi-

Rei: Move!

*Rei shoves Kazuki to the ground*

Kazuki: Ah! Hey! What’re you do—?!

*Bullets and yelling from thugs*

Thug: We know you're in there!!

Kazuki: Gah! you idiot! Stop! Hey! My place will-!!

Rei: It’s fine. Leave it to me.

Kazuki: Rei?!

Rei: I’ll take responsibility for this. 

*Thugs yelling and shooting*

Kazuki: Wah! Wah! Hey! Wah! Stop! Wah! Not- Not my place!!!!!!!!!

**********************

Kyuutarou: Welcome.

Kazuki: Ah... Hey, Kyuu-chan... I took care of those two jobs.

Kyuutarou: I’m relieved to hear you're actually able to do your job now. Now you just need to improve your skills.

Kazuki: I'm only second rate anyway. I'm nothing like the elite Rei. But he’s amazing, isn’t he? It hasn’t even been a month yet and how many jobs has he done?

Kyuutarou: 30 jobs.

Kazuki: Seriously? We're going to go out of business! He’s probably earned a lot already. Ah, but when I saw him here the other day, his beard and hair were still as much of a mess as ever. Is he even living decently?

Kyuutarou: I found a place for him to stay.

Kazuki: Huh? Kyuu-chan, do you also work in real estate?

Kyuutarou: Well, I have connections. Should I refer you too, Kazuki? You haven’t found a new place yet, have you?

Kazuki: Ahh... well I’ve been busy with work... Even though my last place ended up riddled with holes I really liked it.... *Sighs* Why did it end up like that? Ahhh... This sucks...

Kyuutarou: Oh, right. I have a request for you. Rei is perfect at his job but he never leaves his house so I never see him. So I'm sorry but could you take the information for his next job to him?

Kazuki: Yeah, sure... I was just wanting to complain to him about my wrecking house anyway.

*Kazuki walking away*

Kazuki: Bye! Tell me if you get another job for me!

Kyuutarou: Yeah!

*Door opens and closes*

Kyuutarou: Well... I hope it goes well...

*********************

*Elevator dings*

Kazuki: Wooooow... How good of an apartment does he live in? Is this normal for a son of the Suwa Family? He must be raking it in. Damn it!

*Doorbell rings*

Rei: Yes?

Kazuki: Umm... Kyuu-chan has a job for you so he asked me to bring you the information.

Rei: Ah...

*Kazuki opens the door*

Kazuki: Pardon me... Gwah! Hnk! It reeks! So bad! Hnrk! Eh? This place is so dirty! Eh!? Dirty! Dirty!It’s bad... It's so bad!

Rei: Huh?

Kazuki: Don't just say "Huh?" What is this on the floor?!

Rei: Pizza.

Kazuki: The leftovers of one, right?! And that green stuff isn't basil, is it?! There's something awful growing out of it, isn't there? Aghh! And this delivery sushi is all dried out! Wah! And there’s a cup noodle with the soup left in it! Throw it out! Throw it out! Now what about the kitchen...? AHHHHHHHH! THE SINK! THE SINK IS FULL OF A STRANGE COLORED LIQUID!!! HEY, REI!! DO SOMETHING ABOUT THIS PLACE!!!

Rei: Maybe I'll hire a maid?

Kazuki: Wait, wait, wait, wait! Have you forgotten what you do for work? Your place is full stuff like sensitive

documents and weapons! It would be bad if you let a normal person in here!

*Rei’s starts playing video game*

Rei: Oh well then.

Kazuki: Huh? Stop escaping from reality! *Sighs exasperatedly* Fuck, okay then! I’ll help you clean this place up!!

Rei: Thanks.

Kazuki: You're helping too, you shut in! And I'm going to tame that wild hair of yours too so be prepared for that!

Rei: *sighs in frustration*

**************************

*Boiling*

Kazuki: Hm... *slurp* Mmm! Perfect! Okay! 

*Turns off stove*

Kakuzi: Hey, Rei! Food's ready!

Rei: There’s so many plates.

Kazuki: Complaining about strange things as always but oh well. Here you go. Go ahead and eat your fill! Since the money for this came out of your wallet anyway.

*Rei starts eating*

Kazuki: He can't even say Itadakimasu, huh?

Kazuki: So? How does it taste?

Rei: The curry... is a little spicy.

Kazuki: I thought you'd say that! But whatever.

Kazuki: If you're eating it so fast, then I guess it was worth making it. It felt nice to cook in such a large kitchen again anyway. Ahh... I want a kitchen as big as this in my new place. It would be impossible with my pay though...

Rei: You don’t have a place to live?

Kazuki: Because someone completely destroyed it!

Rei: Mmm...

Kazuki: Huh? Ohh! Are you feeling guilty?

Rei: Want to stay here?

Kazuki: Huh?

Rei: I have extra room.

Kazuki: You... wow...! You just want to use me as your housekeeper, don't you?

Rei: Yeah.

Kazuki: HE JUST ADMITTED IT!!! JUST HOW SHAMELESS ARE YOU?! Ah, but... hmm I guess that might not be so bad actually?

Kazuki: I'm good at housework and Rei is amazing at his job.... so we can cover for each other's weaknesses...

Rei: We're playing with the cards we've been dealt.

Kazuki: That’s not what I mean!

Rei: Oh?

Kazuki: Fine! Then I guess I’ll be staying with you for a little while.

Rei: Mm.

Kazuki: Thanks, shut in.

Rei: Thanks, freeloader.

[dranosh-haran-of-paleoworld]

About your post, I always imagine that if Sasuke really liked someone outside any distinguished clan, his clan would only accept them (the very base line anyway) IF they're already resembling an Uchiha (which is typically dark haired and dark eyed, though I'm sure they're willing to make an exception depending on how much potential Sasuke's chosen has to add on to the Uchiha bloodlin) and does have genetic skills/techniques they could've passed down to any kid they might've.

Even better if they could add any improvement to the issues the Uchiha bloodline already has, namely something that could repair the blindness and lessen the stress the Sharingan was known to add to the user's eyes.

Sa///kura ain't that at all. All she got going for her was her chakra control, which was something anyone can master iirc, and that Tsunade accepted her because Sa//kura demanded her to (I think? Been a hot minute, sorry). In fact, she was also the only one that Tsunade didn't say would surpass her at all (that even stood out in my poor memory anyway, so feel free to correct me on anything I said here) when Jiraiya and Orochimaru both already stated their respective students already had early on. (If anything, Tsunade did seem a little...too impersonal with Sa//kura far more often while Jiraiya and Orochimaru were way more invested with Naruto and Sasuke.)

In fact, Sa///kura never even revived herself from being torn apart when Tsunade already had, from the top of my head?? And hell, if we're speaking medical skills, Kabuto would've surpassed Sa//kura EASILY. There are a bunch more reasons than what I've listed but it'd be too long (poor fighter against major enemies [relying on Chiyo against her one major 'solo' fight against Satori], poor battle logics, inability to let go of unhealthy attachments [Sasuke] for loyalty, etc.)

As you've said, Sa//kura was never raised in a clan and had NO manner or understanding on how to lead, much less care for, a major clan like the Uchiha. The clan politics are far more complicated than most people believed (it's literally nothing like directing a hospital, it's both more hand-on and personal than that). Sa//kura doesn't have any emotional capacity to head a family, especially with how bad her temper can get and Sarada's neglected upbringing in the favor of her career and Sasuke. Honestly, Mikoto and Fugaku might actually hate her guts over time with how rude Sa//kura can be, though they'd do a good job of masking their feelings.

Anyway, sorry for rambling, just wanna add on to your wonderful post with my thoughts. :)

There is no need to apologize for the rambling, anon. I do it all the time myself so no need to worry. I agree with what you're saying, but I will clarify and / or correct some things here.

Firstly, I don't think appearance would matter much to the Uchiha, and by that, I mean that Sasuke's future wife, if she came from outside of the clan, wouldn't have to resemble the Uchiha in appearance. She'd just have to come from a distinguished family or clan. Again, Karin and Ino, especially the former, are prime examples of this.

I do agree that Sasuke's future wife if she came from outside the clan would also have to contribute to the gene pool, although I don't see or understand what you mean by issues genetically speaking within the Uchiha, the base 3-Tomoe sharingan doesn't put any strain on the user if it's utilized by the Uchiha as it's meant to. As I said in my post, the Uchiha are the ONLY clan to have inherited the potent chakra and dojutsu of the Shinju through their progenitor Indra, and as such their bodies are the only ones fit and suitable to bring out its full potential. The Mangekyo Sharingan does put a strain on the user, hence why the Uchiha do eye

Sakura actually begged Tsunade to take her as an apprentice, literally being the only one to do so. Naruto was the first to be trained, and Jiraiya only trained him out of respect for Minato. Sasuke was actually sought out by Orochimaru, the best of the sanin, and as I was discussing with someone else for all his faults Orochimaru was only adult outside of the Uchiha in canon that gave a damn about Sasuke. Sakura is literally the only one who had to beg Tsunade to train her, and she only did that after Naruto and the others failed to bring Sasuke back.

It's worth noting that Tsunade outside of her healing doesn't have much going on for her. She's not genetically distinct, and as Madara and the databooks state, she inherited nothing from Hashirama and, like Sakura, has pitiful reserves of chakra. Tsunade herself is jaded following the deaths of her lover and brother.

In the medical nin department, Kabuto has surpassed Tsunade and Sakura. The guys' skills are unmatched. He invented his own version of mitochondrial regeneration on his own and nearly killed Naruto by severing his chakra network or something like that. His medical expertise is what kept the dying Kimimaro alive and Orochimaru's body from literally falling apart when his immortality jutsu ran its course. He invented all sorts of medicines and poisons for Orochimaru, took edo tensei to a whole new level greater than Orochimaru or Tobirama had accomplished. He also strengthened his body and life-force through genetic engineering to learn Dragon Sage Mode, and incorporated the bloodlines of several people and made their abilities his own.

I definitely agree with you there on Fugaku and Mikoto hating her but masking their feelings, lol. Honestly, I don't know how'd either of them react if Team 7 was created in the AU I presented, although I'm sure they'd be upset with all the stress and bullshit Sasuke would have to deal with in this scenario. Maybe Fugaku would step in and intervene since again in this AU I presented the Uchiha's power, representation, and influence in Konoha is as it should've been from the start. Neither he nor Mikoto is letting Sakura or Naruto near him. Hell, Fugaku would probably have Sasuke assigned to a different team, who knows, to be honest.

[generouskittensong]

So I read this: Isn't it selfish if Sakura healed many people but Karin doesn't want anyone to bite her other than Sasuke?

and read that answear: Thank you Kabuto on Quora:

What kind of question is this?

Sakura trained under Tsunade specifically to become a medical ninja. Healing is pretty much a part of her job

Karin on the other hand isn't a medical ninja. Plus, considering her mom died from too many people biting her, I honestly don't blame Karin for not wanting anyone, other than her crush, to bite her

And even if you take Karin's tragic backstory aside and remove the life threatening aspect of her ability so that it can't kill the user from being overused, be honest with yourself, would you be 100% ok and comfortable with letting random strangers bite you if you had Karin's ability? Would you allow someone who could potentially have a disease or something put their teeth on your skin? (Speaking for Kabuto and myself irl) I sure as hell wouldn't and I think any sensible person would say no. So no, Karin isn't at all selfish.

This is a silly question. That's like calling a guy that's really smart and knowledgeable selfish for not sharing his knowledge to others, and then comparing him to a well-known and liked teacher at like a school or college. However the guy could probably be afraid to do so due to a bad experience he's had with teaching in the past-

This is a really dumb example tbh, but you get my point right?

Can you guys imagine how much I hate this pink trash fans. Sakura is the worst character in the franchise, no in the whole anime franchise... Her existence was the biggest mistake coming from kishi. If I had any say in the series, believe me, I would kill her the moment I get my hands on the series.

[livelaughwhump]

request if you want to! maybe the team celebrating elliot´s first birthday after his captivity?

Masterlist

This is such a great idea! And it's perfect too, because my birthday is at the end of this month! 😊

Content: mention of past noncon, mentioned of past torture, drugging mentioned, force-feeding mentioned, self-deprecation, self-hatred, former pet whumpee

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Elliot awoke feeling nothing but dread. He stared at his bedside alarm clock, watching the minutes tick by endlessly. 7:10, 7:11, 7:12. The longer he watched, the more he dreaded getting out of bed. He’d known this day was coming. Lyra had been looking forward to it for months, and Elliot always pretended to share the same excitement, but on the inside, he felt nothing but resentment towards this day.

As a gentle knock sounded on the other side of his door, Elliot debated pretending to still be asleep. Before he could decide, however, the door opened and Lyra’s smiling face peeked inside. “Morning, sunshine,” she said, her large grin stretching from ear to ear. “Happy birthday.”

Elliot forced a smile to his face and sat up in bed. “M-Morning, Lyra.”

Lyra pushed the door fully open to reveal the rest of the team standing there. Elliot’s smile faltered, but he kept it plastered to his face. The team flooded into his room and crowded around his bed. Lyra held a tray in both hands that Elliot knew must’ve been carrying his favorite breakfast. It was Lyra’s favorite tradition to make him blueberry pancakes and eat with him in bed.

Elliot’s face hurt with how hard he was trying to maintain his smile, but he refused to let it fall. He wouldn’t ruin this for Lyra like he ruined everything else.

“Happy birthday, Elliot!” Yvonne exclaimed, clasping her hands together. The rest of the team echoed the phrase as Lyra set the tray on his lap. As it did every year but last, his breakfast consisted of blueberry pancakes and orange juice. Looking at it, Elliot’s forced smile grew slightly more genuine.

“Th-Thanks, e-everyone. You-You didn’t have to d-do this.”

“Oh, hush,” Lyra said. “Like we would ever skip giving you breakfast in bed on your birthday.”

Elliot shrugged. “To be fair, m-most of my meals are-are served in bed.”

Lyra waved away his comment. “Eat. It’s your day, so we can do anything you want.”

“Within reason, of course,” Karine added.

Lyra ignored her. “How do you wanna celebrate, sunshine?”

“Um…w-well, can-can I e-eat first?”

“Of course! We’ll be out in the living room whenever you’re done,” Lyra said, standing up in order to guide the rest of the team out of the room. Elliot internally sighed in relief. All his life, Lyra like to eat with him on his birthday while they discussed how to spend it. He was grateful that they hadn’t forgotten his newfound discomfort when it came to eating in front of others.

Elliot took a bite of his pancakes, and he couldn’t help but smile.

. . .

Once Elliot had finished, he piled all his dishes onto the tray Lyra had left and carried them to the kitchen. The moment he left his room, however, he paused. Everyone was sitting in the living room around the coffee table, on top of which was a small pile of wrapped gifts. Elliot’s heart skipped a beat and his breath caught in his throat. Somehow, he’d completely forgotten about the concept of birthday gifts. Cold dread pooled in the pit of his stomach.

Yvonne was the first to notice him, though she didn’t notice his distress. “Are you finished, El? I can take your dishes from you, if you’d like.”

Elliot forced another smile to his face. He guessed he’d be doing that a lot today. “Um, th-that’s okay. I-I’ve got it.”

“If you’re sure,” she said. “You can just leave them in the sink. We’ll get to them later.”

Elliot nodded wordlessly and pushed himself to move into the kitchen. He paused again when he noticed the cake sitting in the middle of the table. Elliot tore his gaze away and gently dumped his dirty dishes into the sink. He bit his lip to hold back his tears as he braced himself against the kitchen counter. Despite his best efforts, hot tears oozed out of the corners of his eyes and trickled down his cheeks.

Elliot buried his face in his hands to muffle his cries. He didn’t want to think about it. He was safe now. His friends would never hurt him on his birthday. The gifts were safe, the cake was safe. He’d never have to spend a day like that again. Right?

Fucking pathetic. You can’t even celebrate your own birthday without bursting into tears? It’s not like you didn’t deserve what happened last year

“Elliot?” a soft voice said, breaking Elliot out of his endless spiral. He sniffled and quickly tried to wipe away his tears as he faced whoever stood behind him. Of course, it was Lyra. They wore an expression of concern, despite the clearly fake smile Elliot plastered to his tear-streaked face.

“H-Hi, L-Lyra. S-Sorry, I-I got a little d-distracted,” he tried to assure them.

Lyra clearly wasn’t buying his excuse. She tilted her head to the side and gently opened her arms. Elliot’s smile faded. His eyes welled again, and he collapsed into her arms, crying silently into her shoulder. Lyra held him tight, gently brushing his hair.

“I-I’m so s-sorry, Lyra,” he cried.

Lyra gently shushed him. “It’s okay, sunshine. I figured something like this might happen. That’s why I came to check on you.”

Elliot looked up at her with teary eyes. “You-You knew this would h-happen?”

“I didn’t know what would happen,” they answered. “All I knew was that you probably weren’t treated very well on your last birthday.”

Elliot sniffled, another round of tears pouring down his face. “I-I wasn’t. It was the w-worst day of my life.”

Lyra held him a little tighter. “Do you want to talk about it? Maybe we can help.”

Elliot hesitated. He knew he’d feel better if he talked about it, but just thinking about that day made Elliot feel sick. He didn’t know if he’d be able to stomach talking about it. Still, he knew he could trust his friends.

Elliot nodded and followed Lyra back to the living room, where the rest of the team still waited around the pile of gifts. Elliot refused to look at the gifts as he sat down beside Lyra on the couch and leaned against their shoulder.

“Is everything okay?” Karine asked.

“We thought we heard crying,” Broderick added.

Lyra glanced down at Elliot, expecting him to explain, but when it was clear he wasn’t going to, they said, “Apparently, Elliot’s birthday brings up some bad memories from last year.” She turned to look at him again. “Are you sure you want to talk about it, sunshine? You don’t have to.”

Elliot nodded. “I-I do,” he answered softly. “I just n-need a minute to-to gather my th-thoughts.”

Lyra smiled proudly. Elliot had come so far in terms of communicating his wants and needs. They wrapped an arm around his back and gave his shoulder a gentle, reassuring squeeze. “Take your time, sunshine. No one is going to judge you.”

Elliot took a deep breath and hesitantly glanced up at the sympathetic faces of his friends staring back at him. “My-My twenty-second birthday was-was the w-worst day of my l-life,” he began. “M-Master was e-extra c-cruel to me. I didn’t even kn-know it was my birthday un-until he greeted me that-that morning to-to feed me. L-Last year, on-on my birthday, M-Master in-invited all his friends over.” He turned his gaze down to his lap and took another deep breath. “He-He made them b-bring me ‘gifts’, which-which were all just new weapons or-or sex t-toys they-they wanted to u-use on me.” Tears welled in his eyes again, and he hunched his shoulders a little. “Once they sh-showed me e-everything they’d b-brought, I-I was h-hysterical. I was terrified and I was s-screaming and f-fighting back and b-begging n-not to be h-hurt. Then, he-he force-fed me a-a drugged c-cupcake and-and once I was n-no longer co-coherent, they-they spent the r-rest of the night t-torturing and r-raping me.” Tears trickled down his cheeks. Lyra rubbed calming circles into his back and brushed the hair out of his face. “I-I remember a-all of it. All the dr-drugs did was-was make it so I c-couldn’t fight b-back. I was still f-fully conscious and-and I remember e-everything.”

Lyra wrapped him in a tight embrace and held him as he cried. “I’m so sorry, sunshine,” they whispered into his ear. They carded their fingers through his hair and rubbed his back. “It’s over now. I’ve got you. That monster will never touch you ever again.”

By then, everyone had joined in on trying to console Elliot. He was trembling and sniffling, but he calmed down relatively quickly once everyone had teamed up to comfort him.

“I-I’m sorry,” he mumbled against Lyra’s shoulder.

“Don’t apologize, sunshine. You didn’t do anything wrong. Nothing that happened to you was your fault.”

“Lyra’s right, bud,” Karine added. “You were treated horribly, but nothing like that will ever happen to you again. We’ve got you.”

The team remained in their group hug until Elliot eventually sat up and wiped away the tears lingering on his cheeks. “I’m s-sorry,” he sniffled. “I tried not to-to react like this.”

“It’s not your fault, love,” Yvonne said. “You should never feel like you need to apologize for your feelings. All we want is for you to be happy.” Elliot sniffled again and looked up at her. Yvonne smiled warmly. “What would make you the happiest right now?”

Elliot thought about it for a second. “N-Not turning t-twenty-three.”

The team chuckled. “I hear you, buddy,” Landon said. “You think I wanna be thirty-three and still single? It’s cause I hang out with all of you losers.”

Karine rolled her eyes. “No, it’s because you don’t leave the house.”

“Oh, yeah?” Landon said. “When was the last time you had a girlfriend, Karine?”

“I’m busy parenting you lot.”

“Uh, no, Karine. I think you’re confused,” Lyra cut in. “I’m busy parenting you lot. You’re busy picking a fight with Landon when we’re supposed to be figuring out what to do for Elliot’s birthday.” Karine was silent, at which Landon started laughing. Elliot’s face broke into a small smile as his friends continued laughing and arguing like children. In truth, Elliot didn’t care how they celebrated his birthday. He didn’t care about the pile of presents on the coffee table or the large cake sitting in the kitchen. All he wanted was to spend his birthday with his family, like he couldn’t last year. And if that was the goal, then twenty-three was already shaping up to be better than twenty-two.

“Okay,” Lyra said as everyone started to quiet down. “Sunshine, why don’t you start opening presents while we decide what to do with the rest of the day?”

Despite the anxiety that he felt at the thought of opening presents, Elliot smiled genuinely and nodded. Lyra’s smile widened at the sight of his, and they handed him the wrapped box at the top of the pile. Elliot shoved down his anxiety, giggled a little when Landon ruffled his hair, and tore into the box.

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Whumptober day 5 prompt: "If my pain will stretch that far." (Lottery Winners, Burning House)

Character: Lady Irene-Janine-Karine (The Cursing of Château Castle)(In Stars and Time)

Lady Irene-Janine-Karine, a name well known in high society, famous amongst the nobility. She's regarded as the epitome of a noble lady, graceful and beautiful, she carries an air of dignity that many women envies and many men are drawn to, and with the weight that her title holds, it was no wonder that just as many desires her hand in marriage.

And yet, of all that she is known for, no one truly knows the truth behind the mask she wears. She trains diligently every day with barely any rest, it was the expectations that her family holds, the very foundation of the bars of her cage.

She hates it.

The effort she pours into her hard work were nothing but a dirty puddle in the ground for others to ignore and step on.

“You need to work harder.”

“This isn't enough.”

“You can do better than that.”

The more she lingered in her cage, the tighter the thorny vines around it grew, suffocating her further, blocking out any light, plunging her in a darkness she fears she will be lost in.

She hates it.

All her life, she had lived meeting the expectations around her, she had lived breathing for others, she had lived relying on praises she realizes were nothing but hollow. All her life, she hasn't spent a single moment living for herself.

And she hated every second of it.

“IRENE-JANINE-KARINE! What do you think you're doing?!” Her mother stormed into the training grounds with anger painting her face, it was a look Irene was more familiar with than a loving face that a mother should have for their child, “Let go of that sword right now! You should know better than anyone that ladies should never hold such objects! What would happen to your hands then? Your skin?! What would happen should a scar appear then?!”

She continued her barrage of scolding that Irene paid no mind to, she merely kept swinging the sword, as she had seen the knights done before.

“IRENE!!!” Her mother bellowed, she stomped towards her, heels clicking loudly into the training grounds' stone floor, she moved to slap the sword away from Irene's hand.

Unfortunately, Irene was tired. She was tired of how she had been living, tired of how she had been treated, she was tired of it all that she did not care for her mother anymore. So she swiftly moved backwards and pointed the sword to the woman she once lovingly called “mother.”

She gasped, fear and anger mixing in the features of her face, “Have you lost your mind?! What do you think you're doing, threatening me like that?!”

“From this day forward, I will not heed your words, I will not bow to anyone, and I will live for myself.” Irene spoke, voice stern and leveled, with an unyielding resolve and determination, she made clear that she will no longer be bound to the invisible chains they entangled her in. She will break free from her cage, no matter how painful it may be. “I'm tired of being who I am not.”

That was the last time she had spoken to her as Irene was forced out of the house. Not quite disowned, and not quite abandoned. She was her family's most prized trophy, she knew they wouldn't let go of her that easily. She was placed on house arrest, in a smaller mansion farther from the capital, situated in a poor town.

Irene didn't mind it, she lived her life forcing herself past her limit, and this, will be her greatest rebellion.

If my pain will even stretch that far…

...

I can just force it to.

Her family hoped that she realizes there was no other choice but to live as she always had. Irene will destroy that hope with her bare hands. No matter what happens.

I'll make this town flourish. And obtain a greater wealth than my family will ever have. I'll make them regret throwing me away, when I'm no longer useful to them.

She looked up to the clear sky, darkless and bright and prayed to the Change God her silent vow.

[obsidiennes]

Tatsuki has Associated Akuma References

So, Tatsuki has always been a bit... extreme... as her relationship advice to Orihime in chapter 4 tells us:

But it goes even further than that. She's a fighting game boss. Specifically, she has several references to Akuma (Gouki) from Street Fighter II Turbo and beyond.

This becomes apparent starting in chapter 15:

Akuma is known for his use of the Satsui no Hado, or Surge of Killing Intent. That is exactly what Tatsuki puts on display here. She then mimics one of one of Akuma's most famous poses:

It's notable that in the Viz translation, Keigo and Mizuiro's thoughts instead class her as a devil. The specific character used in the original Japanese is 鬼. Akuma's original name of Gouki is 豪鬼, which as you can see uses that exact same 鬼. These remarks are reaffirmed by the school principle, and you can see he uses the same character:

Much later, in chapter 411, this will be returned to by Don Kanonji, who in Japanese uses the same 鬼 as well:

Back in chapter 42, while defending Orihime, we get Tatsuki giving boss dialogue:

In Japanese, while laughing maniacally she specifically says, もラと強いの出てこいやア, which means something to the effect of "Please send me a strong one." This is not unlike a lot of Akuma's quotes, especially: "Weaklings! Is there no one worth fighting?"

What is especially interesting is that Akuma came into existence at least in part because of a hoax of a character named Sheng Long. You might know that name from Dragon Ball, and Shenlong is a mythical Chinese dragon. This is pertinent as the "tatsu" part of Tatsuki's name, 竜, specifically means "Chinese dragon", and is often rendered "ryū". While there is obviously also a character of that name, Ryu, who is also an enemy of Akuma and also struggles with the Satsui no Hado in the form of Evil Ryu, Tatsuki's continued association with the "devil" and her other symbolic linkages with dragons make Akuma the more appropriate connection, in my opinion. (This is doubly amusing as she physically resembles Sakura.)

What is most interesting about this connection though, is her mention of Tekken in chapter 424:

This is one of the only named product references in Bleach, if not the only one. But it gets stranger.

We know for a fact that the Xcution/Lost Agent arc is happening in April of 2003. Tekken 4 was released on PS2 in Japan on March 28, 2002. Tekken 5 would not be released until March 31, 2005. Although there is apparently an error in the translation here (it's more like, "The next one's coming out, so if you don't return it soon, I'll have a problem"), there is no actual conceivable reason for her to need it back as the next game wouldn't come out for almost two years.

Maybe this is just another error by Kubo. However, there's another possibility.

This chapter came out on November 8, 2010, after a brief hiatus following the end of the Aizen Saga. Earlier that year, on July 24, Tekken X Street Fighter and Street Fighter X Tekken were announced. And who has continued to appear in Tekken since then (most recently in Tekken 7) and refused to stay in his own universe?

Akuma.

I submit to you that Tatsuki's mention of Tekken, so soon after the real life announcement of a Tekken and Street Fighter crossover, yet so far from the release of a Tekken game in the manga's internal chronology, is a fourth wall-breaking reference to real life events made to draw attention to the jokes associating Tatsuki with Akuma, and not supposed to make us think the Tekken series had a completely different development and release schedule in Bleach's reality.

You are supposed to think of Tatsuki as a fighting game boss. And of course you are, as chapter 68 told us:

The imagined version of her opponent has a similar hairstyle to Karin, rival of Sakura, but a much more monstrous physique. That Tatsuki can compete at all, or do any of this at a meager official weight of 41 kg and such a thin build, let alone a broken arm, comes back to her implicit Satsui no Hado. This then goes a long way toward explaining her durability, as I've covered before.

While you can assuredly plainly see that she is something of a compilation of Street Fighter references, I think that Akuma is the strongest of these for the reasons I've laid out. (Another way of saying this might be that she looks like Sakura, and dresses like Ryu, but is truly most like Akuma.)

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Ah alright I totally forgot about that Ashura/Indra thing. But let's imagine the whole Hagorome topic never happend, many people didn't liked it at all and I must admit I'm one of them. What and how would the Uzumakis be? I find it sad that Kishimoto never gave an insight to the main characters history and clan. Sure naruto is half Uzumaki but it's still important especially when it was such a famous clan. We don't know much about them so we can only assume.

They have vortex symbol on their back, what if that says something about an old technique even their own people forgot.. also some kind of Dojutsu. Maybe their ancestors had it but it's deep down in them and they don't know how to gain that power. But I don't know what ability it would be.

I disagree. He explored them as much as he needed as they weren't detrimental to Naruto's development.

This is what we know about them and their techniques:

They're distant relatives of the Senju and descendants of Ashura.

They possessed a powerful life force (which allowed Kushina to survive the extraction of Kurama, albeit she'd die regardless because of it) and were known as the "Village of Longevity".

They have great chakra levels. Karin's quantity of chakra allows her to heal those who bite her, including herself -it's unknown if such a condition came naturally or not, but it's likely (since she also has to bite herself in order to heal and it's not something she can do unconsciously like Hashirama), that it was the result of Orochimaru's experimentation with her. In the same manner, Nagato's chakra pool allowed him to use Madara's Rinnegan without dying.

They excelled in Fuinjutsu and were targeted because of it. Mito became the first Jinchuuriki (Juinjutsu) and Minato's seals were taught to him by Kushina (albeit his signature technique was Tobirama's).

Some of its members (like Karin and Mito) developed or had an affinity for the "Eye of the Kagura", which is the ultimate sensing technique that allows them to sense different presences through long distances, being capable of sensing even the smallest hints of chakra. Regardless, most, if not all, of its members were sensors.

They have vortex symbol on their back, what if that says something about an old technique even their own people forgot.. also some kind of Dojutsu.

No. It's not a vortex, it's a whirlpool, and it has to do with their village, which was an island called "Land of Whirlpools".

They were incredibly strong and complicated to defeat, there's a theory that states that it was Mist who destroyed them during the Second War by kidnapping one of its members and rudimentarily sealing a jinchuuriki inside them, when they inevitably lost control of the tailed beast, it killed most of them and destroyed the city (the exact same plan was later on tried with Rin, which failed as she killed herself through Kakashi's chidori).

I think they had a lot going on for them, there's no need to give them a doujutsu -their sealing techniques allowed them to seal human beings, create jinchuurikis, and pretty much anything they wanted.

I would like to read a story based on them if it was written by Kishimoto, but I don't think they needed more techniques than they had.

[uzumakichcined]

"He really did all that?" It's surprise, not doubt. He's not calling her a liar.

"From where I stand he's tried to destroy my village, my home. He's body snatched people. Killed innocents. He killed our Hokage, and a lot of the people died in his attack. He created the chaos for us that he saved you from.... well. Some of it. I can't even imagine...." He swallowed hard thinking about her words. Her story.

"No one.... likes to think their hero is capable of bad things you know? And I'm not... I don't know a lot about history in the village. I kind of failed a lot of my tests. It's hard to be interested in the history of a village that makes you an outcast..." Besides that they never really taught the realities of war. It's hard to get kids to grow up wanting to be shinobi if you tell them the truth of it all.

"I guess for you it's hard to care about a village that didn't care about you." He's starting to understand.

"I'm sorry..." Naruto stated. Eyes starting to water. Then came the tears. "I'm sorry that I didn't know. I'm sorry that I couldn't help you or your mom." How could you have you didn't know they existed??

"I'm sorry the world is so evil sometimes and I'm sorry that people let it happen to you! When I'm Hokage I'll never turn my back on people who need me! NEVER. NEVER. HOW COULD I?"

Naruto has always struggled with investing too much too quickly into strangers. Every kid who's alone. Every person looking for a home. He's wanted so badly to help them. It's not in him to walk away from someone who needs someone. He puts his trust in anyone hoping that they'll be someone who deserves it, and it's gotten him burned so many times, trusting the wrong people. But how can he ever stop? If he does then there's the chance he doesn't help the people who really need it. He'd rather be betrayed a thousand times than EVER let someone in need suffer when he could have helped.

" Yes. Lord Orochimaru treated me well, fed me, praised me, rewarded me when I had done well and helped when I made mistakes. Kabuto was my mentor as well and while we didn't have as close of a relation, they never made me feel like I was nothing. I was important to them, they always made sure I knew that. " Karin couldn't even look at him now, instead she kept her gaze away from him as the tone of his voice wavered with tears. Tears she'd seen a lot growing up from families she'd torn apart and experimented on, something she'd grown numb to for the most part.

" I know people can be good and bad, no one can be entirely good and no one can be entirely evil. People, animals, and things in general are too complex for that. The only reason I even know I'm an Uzumaki is because no one would shut up about it. My red hair brands me as one, as many Uzumakis have it. It's how they were able to find us, and kill us. They'd pull on it, drag me around by it, constantly remind me how it makes me a monster just for being born and that I'm worth less than a dead body. "

" How many genocides has Lord Orochimaru conducted? Is it wrong to fight against a village that is blatantly causing people to die from their inaction? Force them into acting by bringing the fight to them? Do you think that's wrong? " Karin huffs, crossing her arms.

" Maybe killing your Hokage was the only way to get Konoha to actually do something for a change, rather than sit on a high throne and act better than everyone else. Really open their eyes to how everyone else is suffering like I am right now. Since you never would have known otherwise, would you? Until someone else makes you listen. You already did it once, and you haven't changed since then so why would I ever believe you? "

Karin wanted to twist the knife in deeper, make him feel worse. Finally she wasn't the only one who had to suffer like this, and she took satisfaction in kicking someone else for a change.

[greatideas-badwriter]

Worth The Risk: Chapter 11

'Stop. Stop. Stop,' Sasuke told himself while kissing Sakura, but he didn't listen. 'For once in your fucked up life, do the right thing!'

It didn't matter how much the man hated himself for following his emotions rather than logic; there was no way in hell he'd turn away from that woman while she stood there crying because of him.

The moment he opened the door to shoo Karin out of his room and his eyes landed on the pink-haired girl, all alarms went off at full volume. He'd been trying to move on from his unhealthy obsession with her, but when he recognized the look of betrayal on her pale face, he wanted nothing other than to throw his fist through a wall.

Finally pulling away, ending their kiss, he searched her teary-eyed face again. 'She's always so pretty, even when she's crying.'

Rather lamely, he admitted, "You're right. I have no clue what I'm doing." Sakura's brow furrowed, as she likely assumed he was trying to take back what he'd just done, but Sasuke interrupted, "But I won't hurt you on purpose."

He meant it, too. When he became so enamored by her that he was willing to try something he swore off years ago, he didn't know, but that was the case. After Izumi, the man vowed never to look for or stumble upon love. He didn't deserve it.

'Itachi will be happy when he finds out, but he shouldn't be.'

Sasuke said, "Let's get some sleep. It's late."

"Okay, but, um, I-I don't want to do anything…."

He rolled his eyes, giving the woman a light shove toward the bed while he turned to click off the lights, "I'm not an idiot."

Sakura lay on her side with her back against the wall, facing him as he joined her under the covers.

'Why's she so far away?' Just when he was about to ask aloud, he remembered how rare it was for her to allow someone to touch her and decided against it, 'I've pushed my luck enough for one night.'

The pair remained silent as they fell asleep, though Sasuke took much longer.

If the angry, hurt expression on the woman's face earlier as she yelled at him was anything to go by, Sasuke was fortunate she didn't completely ice him out. Sure, she'd gotten angry at him in the past, but it wasn't fiery hot like tonight.

When he thought about why that was, a satisfied feeling washed over him, 'She was jealous. I didn't take her for the type.'

Yes, it was serious, not comical, because he hadn't simply flirted with someone. Sasuke slept with one of her only friends, knowing very well that it would affect her. That said, it stroked his ego a little to know Sakura felt that strongly.

'If I pull some shit like that again, she'll disappear. There's not a doubt in my mind.'

Even if Sasuke did want to find some random whore to sleep with, he couldn't because he'd only be able to picture Sakura's face, to remember her voice and scent. It was odd, realizing a man notorious for having a new partner each week only wanted one specific person. It was definitely a unique experience.

He turned onto his back, sliding his hand under the pillow with a sigh, only to open his eyes when his fingers wrapped around something cold and metal. It was a knife, and he knew it before pulling it out to stare at in the dark room. The weapon reminded him that next to nothing about Sakura's past was known. Obviously, It had darkness, or she wouldn't be spooked enough to sleep with a blade.

'Fuck, that's why she sleeps so little, isn't it? She's scared of something. Someone,' Sasuke turned onto his side again, looking at the woman's sleeping face with new eyes, 'Who is it? It has to be a guy because she doesn't like hanging around men. They make her uncomfortable.'

The weapon was returned to its spot under the pillow, and the Uchiha man reached under the blanket and searched until he found her hand, gently allowing her to unconsciously grasp it like she had last time.

'What did he do to her? Did he hit her? What if he-' Unbridled rage flooded his entire being before he could even finish the thought, so he shook his head and tried to think about something else.

Sasuke was remembering all sorts of things now that he'd come to the conclusion that she had, indeed, been hurt by someone. She squeezes her eyes closed and tries to make herself smaller whenever anyone speaks too loudly, even if they aren't talking to her. If the tiniest mistake is made, she apologizes like she'll be killed on the spot for not being perfect.

'And above all else, she hates being paid attention to.'

Unlike most women, Sakura tried to remain invisible rather than seek out compliments or talk endlessly. It took the Uchiha man only a few days of living together to conclude that he couldn't make assumptions about her just because she was a girl. He'd been waiting for her to say something to try and tempt him to flirt, but it never happened.

The warm, gentle feeling in his chest was becoming more and more normal. It appeared again as he looked at the woman, barely holding back the urge to pull her closer because he knew it'd scare her if she woke up.

Uncharacteristically, he whispered, "I wish you'd tell me what happened."

Though Sakura was fast asleep, and he knew that, a tiny bit of disappointment came over Sasuke when she didn't respond.

For the first time in a long time, Sakura slept well and didn't even dream. There was only the overwhelming relief that she and Sasuke were finally on the same page and the electric anxiety, borderline excitement, that he was sleeping so close when neither of them was drunk.

Emerald green eyes crept open in the morning to see the man's back. They traveled up to admire the adorable way his black hair had become a mess throughout the night, the tiniest hint of a smirk tugging at her lips. More than anything, the pink-haired girl was grateful that he hadn't disregarded her boundaries while she slept.

'He likes physical affection. I don't need to ask or even see it to know. He always barely stops himself from touching me.'

Blushing, Sakura decided to try meeting him halfway. She cautiously scooted closer, slipping an arm over his waist, pressing her forehead to his back, and closing her eyes with a calming breath.

Like a stove that'd just been turned on, the woman gradually became warmer and warmer until it felt like she'd begin to sweat. Just before she could pull away, Sasuke spoke in a raspy voice, deep from sleeping, "You don't have to panic all the time. Do you really think I'll get mad?"

"It's…not that," she replied, pulling her arm from over his side but snuggling into his back instead of scooting away now that she knew he was awake.

"I have a question," the man sounded half-asleep, still, which was a little cute, so Sakura made a sound encouraging him to ask it. He hesitated momentarily before saying, "Skip your classes today."

Sakura scoffed, "That didn't sound like a question."

He made an amused sound, "Do it. Stay in bed."

After pondering for a moment, the woman admitted sheepishly, "I think I have a fever anyway, so I guess it'll be alright. Just for today."

The man slowly rolled over to face her, dark eyes hazy with sleep as he pressed a hand to her forehead with a frown that just got deeper when he realized she was, indeed, quite warm.

He didn't say anything, but she could tell he felt terrible because she'd obviously gotten sick from walking around in the dead of winter at night while taking Karin home yesterday. Part of her wanted to say something to ease his guilt, but she didn't because he deserved to suffer at least a little. Just because they kissed doesn't mean the woman was entirely over being angry with him.

'We need to talk about things, but where do we even start?'

Are they just friends that were open about their physical attraction to one another? Are they more than friends? Sakura couldn't imagine Sasuke agreeing to date, even if they ended up doing everything a couple would.

As the woman stared at his stoic face, she felt her temperature rising again, 'Was he always this handsome?'

Having agreed to play hooky, the duo ended up moving to Sasuke's room after Sakura forced him to change the sheets. Then, they watched movies of all genres. It wasn't like they paid much attention to them anyway. Barely half an hour into the first one, Sakura couldn't help but ask, "How old are you?"

"What?"

"I know you're around my age, but I don't know the year you were born," she said a little softer, feeling embarrassed. They were lying side by side, just far apart enough that their arms were mere inches from touching.

"Guess," the attractive man teased, amusement thick in his tone.

Sakura glanced over to survey his features, looking back at the screen when he noticed, "Uh, twenty-four?"

The Uchiha scoffed, "Holy fuck! Do I really look that old? I'm twenty-two."

"That's only a two-year difference. It's not like I said you look thirty or something."

Sasuke hummed, not bothering to avert his stare, when she caught him looking, "I bet you're twenty-one. I'd guess younger if I didn't meet you in a bar."

"Should I be flattered or offended? Do I look like a teenager?"

"You're just…little," he said with a strange, unfamiliar warmth in his eyes.

She blushed, frowning as she faced the television again, "I can't help that. It's genetics. My mom and grandma had small chests, too."

'Figures he'd make a comment on that. Pervert.'

Since reaching puberty, Sakura'd been teased about being flat-chested. A lot of it came from her very own boyfriend and friends. She was too scared they'd get upset if she told them it made her uncomfortable, so she suffered in silence. That ignorant choice ended with her developing a stigma.

"I meant you're entire body, not your tits. Get your mind out of the gutter," he faced the TV, too, but reached over to wrap his fingers loosely around her wrist.

The pair was silent for about an hour, the movie ending and another one beginning, before Sasuke hesitantly asked, "Earlier, you said "had" when talking about your mom and grandma. Are they…?"

'Why does he suddenly want to know about me? He's never so much as asked my favorite color.'

Either way, the woman responded, "My grandma died when I was in middle school."

"And your mom?"

Sakura's eyes glazed over, so she wasn't actually seeing the screen, though it appeared that she was, 'I can't tell him everything. Not yet.' She decided to open up a bit, but not entirely, "Dead to me."

The question of why that was hung in the air, but the pinkette quickly asked, "What about you? Do you have any family besides Itachi around here?"

"Tobi's a distant cousin by marriage, but other than that, no. All my blood relatives are dead."

'The terrified look on his face when he thought Itachi was dying makes sense now. That's his one weakness: his brother.' Empathetic sadness washed over her, and she turned her arm upright so he could interlace their fingers instead of holding her wrist, "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"I have family out there, and I've cut them out of my life when you probably-" "That's stupid as fuck. Don't think things like that."

Things became quiet briefly before he mumbled, "You're lying here with me after all I've done, so you must have a good reason for it."

"Can we change the subject?" Sakura asked bluntly. She didn't want the topic to remain so serious when they were only just now getting along.

"Oh, are we playing twenty questions? I'll go first," Sasuke said in a mock-gossipping tone, as though pretending to be one of her female friends, "Favorite food."

"You'll laugh," she blushed, continuing when he made a sound of denial, "Cheeseburgers."

The man chuckled, "I never would've guessed. Toppings?"

"Loaded!"

They looked at one another when he squeezed her hand, and her heart fluttered when he grinned playfully, "Let's order that tonight. I have to see it."

Sakura rolled her eyes, "You're paying."

"Naturally."

"Okay, my turn, right? Um, how old were you when you had your first kiss?"

Sasuke's eyes narrowed, his grin turning into a smirk, "Damn. Here I was, going easy on you to be nice, and you're going straight for the fucking dirty details." He made a show of pondering the question before saying, "Thirteen."

'So young! He'll never stop teasing me if he finds out I was sixteen for mine.'

It was comfortable between the pair as they continued asking one another questions. The casual vibe that the Uchiha man emitted worked wonders to relieve her unease, reminding the woman why she was initially drawn to him in the first place. No other man, not even her teachers, could come close or talk with her like this without Sakura being on edge.

'I wonder why that is….'

That evening, Sasuke left before returning with food; burgers as promised. Sakura often found herself too nervous to eat much, her stomach twisting into knots that refused to loosen. She'd just spent hours getting comfortable, so that wasn't the case this time.

'Cute….' Sasuke thought while watching the tiny woman before him in awe. Unlike he'd ever seen her before, Sakura ate casually. 'She wasn't lying. It really is her favorite.'

At this hour yesterday, he'd have never guessed that he'd be sitting there, sharing a meal with the pink-haired woman after spending the entire day together. When Itachi suggested getting to know her better, he was hesitant because he knew he'd feel this way afterward: even more enamored than before.

Sasuke clung to every little fact he was given.

She likes traditional "guy" foods like burgers, steak, and BBQ. Her favorite color is red, but she also really likes green. Winter is her favorite season, while Summer is her least. She gets cold more easily than anyone he's ever met, but the man didn't need her to tell him that. He'd picked it up on his own.

Something told him not to ask the deeper questions yet, so he stuck to superficial things.

'What will she do if she discovers how obsessed I've become? I need to hide it well, for both our sakes.' The concept of someone trying to get close scared each of them, but likely for different reasons.

His reason was that he didn't deserve to be happy, and he knew it. That's why he deluded himself to one-night stands, partying, and carrying on like a world-class douchebag. Sure, those things were cool when he was a teenager, but now he'd matured enough to see how much that lifestyle lacked substance.

'Nothing, and no one stays.' If they tried, Sasuke would make them hate his guts, so they wouldn't dare come crawling back.

He hated himself, and it was easier to remain unhappy and self-punishing when surrounded by boring or annoying things.

'But now Sakura's here, and I can't do that to her; I won't,' the man thought, eyeing her profile as she watched the action movie on TV and continued eating, 'This is the most selfish thing I've done other than getting Izumi killed.'

Sakura had no idea just how fucked up a person Sasuke was, but he held back just enough of that side of him that she didn't notice.

"Are you feeling okay? I didn't get you sick, did I? Why aren't you eating?" The object of his desires was looking at him with bright green eyes and a concerned frown. He shook his head, wordlessly taking a bite so she'd stop staring.

That night, after both had showered, separately, of course, Sasuke lay in bed in a suddenly not-so-happy mood because she'd gone to Zetsu's room to sleep, 'I thought after last night, and today, she'd just sleep here.'

That thought led him to realize he may have made a mistake in assuming she felt even a fraction of what he did. 'She let me kiss her, but that doesn't mean she's up for anything.' Groaning to himself, his eyes shot open, 'What if she just wants to be friends?'

Panic, anger, confusion, and a few unfamiliar low emotions swirled around the pit of Sasuke's stomach.

A soft knock on the door interrupted his stressing, and he rolled over to see Sakura enter, quietly closing the door behind her and crouching beside the bed, "Can I, um…Can I sleep in here, just for tonight?"

The man sat up, eyes narrowing when he recognized the expression on her face as something negative. She was scared for some reason. "What's wrong?" He nodded, though, and turned to face her when she climbed under the covers.

She lowered her eyes to his chest, voice soft and wavering, "It's freezing tonight, and you're warm, so I thought maybe I should take advantage of that."

'Fucking liar. You're not even good at it.'

Sasuke hesitated to say or do anything as he watched her eyes squeeze closed and her head lower to try (and fail) to hide that she was in tears. He was pissed at her for not being honest, but he kept in mind that even someone like her had pride. She didn't want to swallow it and admit to not wanting to be alone.

So, when the man got the urge to pull her closer into his chest, he didn't hold it back this time and prayed it wasn't a huge mistake. He did it. He wrapped an arm around her waist and maneuvered her so he could slip his other one beneath her.

The scent of her shampoo wafted over him as she tensed up, hands fisting his shirt, "...Sasuke?"

The Uchiha man pressed his lips to her forehead, not quite a kiss, and grumbled softly, "You said you were cold, didn't you?"

It was then that Sakura realized he knew she'd lied, and he could tell because she steadily relaxed her muscles until her face was buried in his shirt, and she was freely sniffling. The woman nodded moments later with a barely audible voice saying, "It was like ice in there."

'What she's really trying to say is that it was bad, whatever shook her. Maybe another nightmare? That's the most likely thing.' Always the selfish one, Sasuke tried to memorize the feeling of her petite body pressed against his as he drifted off to sleep.

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I love this prompt idea! IM NOT CREATIVE AT ALLL but this type of scene has me FOLDING every time it can b either one of dem who says it.

snru going on a mission together / facing the prejudiced villagers and then things start to get physical or sumthin and one of them says "touch him and I'll kill you"

I'm curious to see your take on this

Hello, dear anon. It's a very creative prompt! I love these types of scenes as well, can't deny. The protective trope is golden. I don't know if I will write what you have imagined for this prompt, but I will try my best to write something entertaining, and I hope you like it! ^^

My style of writing is filled with lots of details because that's how I like it, but I will try not to write this one too long or with too many details. It's going to be a challenge for sure.

Here it goes:

Naruto doesn't know how it got to this. Really. If you'd asked him a few days ago if a situation like this was even a possibility, surely he would have laughed straight in your face from the ridiculousness of it all.

It started out as a simple, regular occurrence. He began hearing certain rumors. Because of course, this is how an ordinary person finds out even the smallest hints of information about their so-called best friend. From whispers instead of a normal, easy-to-send letter.

Note the sarcasm. Naruto would like to tear his hair off sometimes. Truly.

But the whispers. They're powerful, and spread at a rapid pace - especially when it concerns a person as influential and well-known as Uchiha Sasuke. Most of the time, Naruto tries to not mind them. As far as you can say they're powerful, you can also add the word 'exaggerated' to them when it comes to talking about a former missing-ninja who challenged a Five Kage conference and joined the war on their side later on.

But the thing about all this is, once a rumor starts it also goes. That is what he uses to distinguish between them. The truly ridiculous ones don't stick too long, so he snorts at them and moves on.

But this one - now, this one seems to be seeping from every goddamn person ready to mutter it. It doesn't want to leave, as absurd as it is, and it was driving him nuts. Gosh, so nuts.

Sasuke had found a traveling partner. And he's very fond of him, they say.

Naruto is losing his mind, for real. He's going off his goddang rocker.

First of all - A traveling partner? The asshole had been very adamant that he needs to travel alone on this repenting journey of his. And very fond of him? Who? Uchiha I Need No Love Sasuke? Having some kind of positive feeling about someone? O possible stranger? Naruto is pretty sure this person is no one he knows. Not Suigetsu, or Karin, or a Konoha Ninja. What. Is. Going. On.

He feels like the chakras of the world are unbalanced somewhere. In his toes, that's where he feels it.

But whatever, he told himself at first. If Sasuke really got close to someone and doesn't want to tell a soul about it, doesn't want to write to Naruto outside of the very few meetings they've had since the war ended, then Naruto will let it be. Everything is peaceful now, and they are on good terms even if he feels like their friendship is there just in name these days. He'll let it be.

That really was the plan: to let it be. He swears.

But then, Kakashi had the audacity to give him his typical smile and say that he needs him on the road, and somehow Naruto finds himself, days later, staring at Sasuke's surprised face and the handsome, purple-haired man lounging next to him curiously over a long bar counter in a dingy tavern.

He doesn't last a second there. You can't ask him why, for he doesn't really have an answer to give. Not one to be into words. Naruto just rushes out of the place after he feels his lungs giving out, and tries to go back to what he has to do. It doesn't matter. It doesn't. Sure, the rumour apparently is true. Sasuke has found someone to travel with. But it doesn't matter-

"Naruto." A rough hand catches his wrist, and he turns around to meet a familiar gaze of darkness that he's met millions of times before without any remorse, with no effort. Naruto swallows, and he meekly thinks to himself:

It does matter, after all.

So this is how he ended up traveling for a bit with one Sasuke Uchiha and his annoying companion who seriously makes Naruto question if going from War Hero to S-rank Criminal is worth it, and that just for the way he gives Naruto side glances and meaningless smiles while he jumps playfully around Sasuke. Curious enough, though, is the way Sasuke keeps himself tense the entire time, like a poisoned arrow ready to bolt at any moment.

They don't end up talking a lot while on the road, not while they're jumping trees to cross distance, and Naruto truly doesn't mind for once, even though for sure, in other circumstances, he would have had so many words to give him oldest friend, so many he wants to hear back from him.

Let's say, it all kind of explodes when they stop for a break under the shade of a big tree.

"So this is the renowned Uzumaki Naruto I've been hearing so much about," the purple-haired man begins, taking a step closer to Naruto.

Leaving his backpack on the ground, Naruto somehow feels the need to take a step back, but refrains from doing so. "Yea? And you are?"

He doesn't expect the sharp grin he receives, or the sudden flare of chakra he man lets out. Animalistic and prepared. "If you want to know my name you'll have to earn it-"

Before Naruto can truly comprehend the words or the urge to punch this asshole back where he came from, Sasuke flickers in front of him with a silver glint of his katana, and suddenly, the only intent of fighting around is coming in slow waves from the blood-red stare Sasuke fixates on the man.

"Isamu," the Uchiha says slowly, like the rumble of a shockwave. "Touch him in any way, and I'll kill you on the spot. Understood?"

The man - Isamu - is looking down at the length of Sasuke's blade with wide, round eyes, not even daring to gulp with its tip pressed against his throat. As if in a trance, he lifts his hands up in surrender, and Sasuke retracts his katana the same way he brought it up - silently, before he steps to the side and goes to continue whatever he was doing.

Naruto, honestly, is left staring at Isamu with as much shock as the man is showing on his petrified face. It's pretty clear not even one of them knows what the fck just happened.

Really, what just happened?

It's not until later, after some awkward hours of silence around a small fire, that Naruto gets to know the answer to that. Isamu offered to go find some more firewood, and Naruto does not waste the chance to turn towards his friend and hiss:

"What the h-"

Sasuke puts a long, pale finger to his lips, and Naruto clasps his mouth shut for a second, before frowning at the little glance Sasuke gives into the far-off forest, where Isamu disappeared.

"You're being weird," Naruto mutters softly, not before removing the cold finger from his mouth. It tingles where the contact has been made. Naruto ignores that, and shuffles closer. "But no, really, what was all that?"

Sasuke's stare is as complicated to understand as is it simple. "Nothing important. What are you doing around these parts, Naruto?"

"Oh, no," Naruto huffs, cheeks out, and pokes Sasuke in the chest. "I'm not saying shit until you explain some things to me."

With a slight heave, Sasuke tongues at his cheek. "These past months I've taken up the job of protecting a royal's son until he gets to a particular village."

Naruto blinks, looks into the forest, and gestures at it like a dumbass. Sasuke doesn't even nod; just an unimpressed look from him is enough confirmation.

"Ah," he slinks back against the tree trunk, shoulders easing from a tension he didn't even know he had. "He doesn't look like royalty."

"No, he doesn't," Sasuke mutters dryly. "And he doesn't act like one. He's like a shark in search of blood."

After a second-lasting contemplation, Naruto shrugs, grin sharp. "You didn't need to stop him. I could've taken him in a little fight."

"No, you won't."

He turns to jab the Uchiha in the ribs playfully, but is met instead with a hand against his jaw and a thumb pressing softly on his lower lip. Naruto stops breathing for a second.

"Promise me you won't," Sasuke says lowly, lifting his heavy gaze to Naruto's round, blue eyes. "Naruto."

"Alright," he whispers, like a heavy breath, and feels that thumb digging deeper into the delicate skin of his lip. "I won't. I promise."

Ooooki, I'm stopping here because I don't even know how many words I've written and it's supposed to be only a drabble. this is a very interesting prompt. I would like to actually write a whole one-shot for it one day. More developed and all. Sorry that it's not a lot of romance in it, uff, but it's late right now. I hope it's a little bit enjoyable to read. ^^ AND SORRY FOR THE MISTAKES JSHDSH it is not proofread.

sending lots of love!