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suikung · 5 months ago

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Hello!

My request is:

Fugaku and Mikoto Uchiha deflowering their new Concubine together. She is young, pretty and precious for the clan leader and his wife. Truly a status symbol.

It was such a high honor for your family. You came from the lower branches of the Uchiha clan with only two options to rise up. Marry into a higher branch family or become a concubine for them. Being the only daughter, your family prioritized training you for a future life as a concubine. Love was not a certain thing but a position in this job would be. Your life up until today, your 18th birthday, was spent how to take for a home. But most importantly how to care for the husband and wife that’d select you, in more ways than another.

You were now 18 which meant your training was over and soon you’d join a new family. To your fortune you were a high valued concubine, almost from birth you were trained for this and that made you highly desirable. One of the few concubines directly praised by an Uchiha elder. Meaning, whoever was fortunate enough to pay such a price would be directly receiving an honor from the elders.

It was now time for goodbyes, it was almost noon which meant your new family would arrive soon. It was a bit hard since they were your birth family but you had spent most of your time in training. Soon, there was a knock outside the door. Anticipation weighed heavy as your father opened the door only to see Fugaku and Mikoto Uchiha on the other side. Appearing next to your father, you bowed. “Hello, it’s nice to meet you both. I’m looking forward to being with you”. A smile gracing both their faces. They were lucky, fighting tough and nail to get you and now here you are infront of them. Such a beauty would bring them great status and recognition within the clan.

Soon you were on the way with them. Arriving in a part of the Uchiha compound where higher branch officials lived. It was quite nerving, only having been here a handful of times it made you feel out of place. A hand coming to rest on your shoulder, Mikoto. “Don’t be nervous. This is your new life, your new home. You belong here now with us.” She was so tender, her face so loving and warm. You couldn’t help to smile back at her. Continuing forward as she lowered her hand down your back as they guided you home.

Once within their home, you were readily introduced to their two sons. Itachi and Sasuke Uchiha. The boys were sweet, Sasuke more shy than his older brother, but you just hoped the boys would get used to your presence soon. After introductions, the couple showed you to your room to get settled down. They didn’t expect you to do any household duties yet, first they had a special plan to initiate you into their family.

The sun was now setting, spending most your time with the boys. Supervising them on a trip to a nearby forest, it was quite nice Sasuke had asked you to play hide and seek with him. A knock at the door caught your attention, disrupting your remembrance of that evening. Slowly rising up, to greet who ever it was. Mikoto, and she held a plate of tea in her hands. Quickly you went to retreat it from her, bringing it to the chabudai in the center of your room. “Please if your request for tea arises ma’am let me know I can make it for you.” Bowing quickly for bringing it to you. She only swatted off your statement.

“You can call me Mikoto dear. I just wanted to come have some tea and get to know you better.” You both now sat opposite of each other, pouring her a cup. “My husband should be here soon, so please pour an extra cup.” And on cue the tatami of your room opened to reveal Fugaku. He set to the left of his wife. “Good evening, I see my wife has already joined you. She was quite excited when she knew you were to join us.” Mikoto laughed in embarrassment, “Oh don’t say that dear! But he’s right, we’ve had our eye on you since the day you received the elder’s praise.” It was now your turn to laugh in embarrassment.

The three of you continued to enjoy tea as they filled you in on how their household usually runs in a normal day. Slowly they had both gotten closer to you. Mikoto’s hand now resting on your shoulder as it did on the way here. “We want you to feel a part of this marriage. So we shall do as a married does on a wedding night.” Fugaku spoke up, his cup now empty as his eyes stared into yours looking for any sign of resistance. You simply nodded, this was not something you didn’t expect but instead prepared.

Mikoto worked steadily on undoing your obi sash, while Fugaku took your face into his hand. Slowly he began to kiss you, his tongue intruding into your mouth. You allowed him to explore the inside, until he pulled back. Your tongues now dancing around each other. Mikoto had successfully undone your obi, slowly she brought down the shoulder of your kimono. Starting with kissing your collar bones and making her way up to your neck. A soft moan left you as she suckled on your soft spot. The three of you stayed like this for a few more minutes until Fugaku and Mikoto switched positions. Fugaku now on your neck and Mikoto kissing you. Fugaku’s hands roamed further down your kimono, opening up the front. With this new access, he made his way down to your breasts. Arching your back at this new found pleasure from him, Mikoto took it as entrance into your mouth with her tongue. You both continued fighting with your tongues until she pulled away.

They both detached themselves from you, Fugaku offering his hand to bring you up, Mikoto from behind pulling off your kimono. You now stand naked infront of them, they were now able to take in now your full beauty. “Such a prize to this family, you’ll bring great honor”. Fugaku spoke almost as if he was admiring ancient art, now unclothing himself after you. From behind clothes ruffled signaling Mikoto was undressing as well.

You kneeled beneath him, grabbing his half hardened cock with one hand. Sliding your hand over his tip, earning a groan from above. Mikoto moving to kiss her husband. Your lips gradually replaced your hand on his tip, tongue settling on the underside of his cock. To start, you went slowly, hand pumping up and down stopping just below his head. Your mouth focused on his tip, swirling your tongue around, and hollowing out your cheeks to amplify his pleasure. His hand coming down to hold your head, offering a guiding push down his cock, and you obliged. Taking in as much as you could before gagging. Your pace quickened, his grip in your hair tightening you could tell he was close. Using his grip on your hair, he pulled back. “Not yet dear. Let’s save that for later.”

Waiting on their guidance on what to do next, Mikoto came down infront of you. Spreading her legs as she lied on her elbows to balance herself, quickly moving down to level with her pussy. Your breath grazing over her clit, kitten licking her. From behind Fugaku positioned your ass up to eat you out . You both started slowly, the vibrations of your moans from Fugaku rumbles through Mikoto, earning a sweet sound from her. Your mouth moves down to her entrance, poking it with your tongue, your index and middle working steadily at her clit. Her thighs begin to shake as you quicken your fingers to match Fugaku’s pace on your pussy. Quickly you switch the position of your finger and tongue, two fingers now inside of Mikoto and your tongue continuing on her clit. Together you both reach your orgasms, her thighs closing around your head.

It took a few moments for you all to catch a breath. But by the end, you had all moved to your futon and off the tatami mats. Fugaku motioned for you to lay down infront of him, Mikoto would take her spot to the right of you. “Relax, and open your legs for me.” He spoke. Slowly he lined himself up, as Mikoto lowered down to continue kissing you. It was a piercing pain, your hymen ripping open at his entrance. Whining into Mikoto’s lips was the only thing you could do, your legs instinctively closing around Fugaku from the pain. He stopped, allowing a moment for the pain to subdue. “Sh sh it’s okay” Mikoto caressing your head, “We’re gonna take care of you, just relax your body.” At her words, your legs opened again, releasing the hold they had around Fugaku.

Within a couple of minutes he had fully sheathed himself inside of you. Tears escaped your eyes from the new found pain, Mikoto wiping them away for you. He began to move, it almost felt as if a puzzle piece had been connected. It felt fulfilling to be able to give yourself to them untouched. His hips snapped quicker as Mikoto’s hands came down to play with your breast. Moans could now be heard coming from Fugaku and you. Your legs now wrapping around his waist, bringing him in closer to you. “Awe come on don’t forget about me my dear.” Mikoto whined, feeling left behind. To include her you brought her in for more kisses. Her assault on your mouth continuing with her tongue, feeling every moan and groan from you.

Fugaku’s orgasm from before steadily began resurfacing. He sped up, hands on your waist. Your cries only became louder, Mikoto had left your lips, focusing solely on your nipples. Pleasure from different points only brought out a knot in your stomach, and for the second time tonight you’d cum. His hips bucked faster, then they faulted. His white seed spilling inside of you, rhythmic thrusts no more. He groaned, collapsing onto your chest. Mikoto laying on her side next to you. In unison they both spoke, “Welcome home.”

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A/n this one def stomped me, but I hope it’s good 🤔

#mikoto uchiha #fugaku uchiha #Mikoto x reader #Fugaku x reader #naruto x reader #naruto shippuden

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pinkhairedlily · 6 months ago

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pamamanhikan

ss month 2024 | day 9: wedding traditions | ao3

pamamanhikan - (noun) a Filipino tradition where the families of the bride and groom first meet.

They were a weird bunch, standing over unnamed graves at the farthest corner of the town. It rained earlier, the cusp of autumn lingering in the aftermath of the light showers. This was the designated spot, Kakashi said, where everyone can easily forget and forgive.

Despite its remoteness, someone took the time to cut the grass and plant perennial wildflowers, the bare minimum for the excommunicated. Sarada snuggled closer to the breast of her grandmother, still too milk-drunk to watch what was happening.

Sasuke shifted in his feet, unaccustomed still with the presence of Sakura’s parents. He cleared his throat and swept his arm across the grounds. “Well, uh, this is it.”

“I can’t believe they didn’t even put their names. So disrespectful.” Kizashi shook his head in dismay. He glanced at Sasuke briefly. “And I’m not saying this because you’re my son-in-law, but I think everyone who gets on their deathbed wishes to be remembered.”

“Papa,” Sakura whined.

“Ah, let your father speak his mind,” Mebuki said softly, adjusting Sarada against her waist. “Now, Sasuke dear, I think it’s time you make the introductions.”

Sasuke cleared his throat and went to the two highest headstones in the middle. “These are my parents, Fugaku and Mikoto.” Sakura watched him gather his composure. “Mom, Dad, these are Sakura’s parents—Haruno Kizashi and Mebuki.”

Kizashi took out an incense holder and sticks and lit them in between the graves. “Nice to meet you, Fugaku and Mikoto. On behalf of my daughter, I apologize that we only have this meeting of families after their wedding.” He playfully glared at Sakura which she dutifully returned with a tight smile. “I believe we can agree that what they did was more of an elopement and that we agree on a second, more traditional wedding—”

“Papa—”

“---eventually.” Kizashi pulls Mebuki to his side, his hand gently patting Sarada’s head. “Me and my wife, we’re not really from a prestigious family.”

“We’re normies,” his wife suggested.

Kizashi agreed, “Yes, we’re not a ninja clan, like yourselves although I heard you’re very prolific.”

“Lots of prodigies, very good genes,” Mebuki added, “It shows in his handsome face. I understand why my only daughter has pursued him since they were kids.”

“Very intelligent too.”

“Yes, I agree. Very smart.”

Sakura can only close her eyes in embarrassment. “Mama, not you too. Can you spare me some dignity?”

“Well, Fugaku and Mikoto, he had a good upbringing,” Kizashi grinned at Sasuke who by now was staring at the ground and probably counting the number of bugs that have made their journey across his feet. “Your time here was short, but I’d like to believe some traits are genetic. Like kindness.”

Mebuki nodded. “He’s also very helpful. You must have been good cooks as Sasuke here likes to pass time in the kitchen. He loves making my daughter a variety of dishes.”

“She’s busy at the hospital,” Sasuke interjected in his wife’s defense. He cleared his throat, suddenly aware that he cut off his mother-in-law. “She’s a doctor, Mom.”

“You’re right, and an excellent one at that,” Mebuki replied, “So it’s really a big help that he keeps her full with energy and nourishment. He’s a very good kid.” She turned to Sasuke. “You’re a good kid.”

Sakura wondered how Sasuke was taking all of these in. Prior to this meeting, her parents really never told her what they thought about him. But calling him a good kid, after all the things he had done, all the crimes he committed, and all the consequences that ensued, must be something foreign to him.

Because it was all true. Underneath that exterior, he was a good kid.

Kizahi placed an arm across Sasuke’s shoulder. “Don’t worry about him, Kizashi and Mikoto. We will do our best to take care of him.”

“We will make him his favorite dishes. Of course, it wouldn’t be like yours, but if it’s something he wants, then we will cook it for him,” Mebuki seconded.

“Don’t you worry about him. We’ll keep an eye out for your only son.”

Sakura saw the slight change in Sasuke’s features. “He has a brother, Papa.”

“Oh you do?” Kizashi removed his hand and pulled away to give him space. Her father must have noticed him tensed up.

Sakura waited for anger, for denial of existence, for the lack of recognition, but maybe it was the time or the presence of the ghosts of his family.

“An older brother. Uchiha Itachi,” Sasuke looked at the older couple, “He doesn’t have a grave here.”

“I see,” Kizashi simply said. “Is he a good brother?”

Sakura reached out for Sasuke’s hand. It was cold, clammy, and rough, but he held her gently. She noticed the grass stains on his nails, and some blades of grass got stuck on the side of his pants.

“He was,” he answered.

Sarada stirred in her sleep and her chubby fingers found Mebuki’s chest finally uncomfortable.

“I think we’re done for the day,” Kizashi said. He gestured to Mebuki and the couple made a bow to the headstones, murmuring a shared prayer under their breaths.

At the gates, Sasuke looked back one last time. “This garden’s gonna be overgrown with weeds in a year.”

Mebuki shrugged. “Hmm, sometimes nature does the upkeep.”

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“Sarada, wait up!” Sakura left the comfort of Sasuke’s grip and ran after their dawdling toddler. “She’s an adventurer, this one.”

Sasuke managed to corner the black-haired babe. He helped her clamber up to his shoulders for a better view. While Sarada might have discovered the joy of walking, she still preferred the joy of her premium seating—as if she was on the top of the world. She laughed, toothless and spittles, as she grabbed the strands of her father’s hair.

“It’s a bummer that Mama and Papa aren’t here,” he said.

“Aren’t they too overbearing for you?” Sakura sighed. “I love them, I really do, but five days in their house didn’t really give us privacy. This free day is like a breath of fresh air.”

“There’s privacy,” Sasuke reasoned out. “I kissed you with lights out, honey.”

“That’s not the point.”

“And they made me lots of onigiri.”

“Okay glutton.”

They stopped in their tracks once they saw the full view of the graveyard. In her periphery, Sakura thought she saw Sasuke sway. She held on to his elbow nonetheless. The grass remained tame and perfectly tamed. The flowers were vivid and bright and warm, and someone surrounded the headstones with bushes of camellias.

The blank slates now have names. Beside Fugaku’s was a new stone: Uchiha Itachi.

Sarada giggled, her hands reaching out to touch the first bud of a cherry blossom tree, an ushering of spring.

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damien-wolfram-art · 6 months ago

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Ghost Can – and Will Dance at Weddings

A sequel to: “Ghosts Can’t Dance at Weddings”

Part of a collaboration with @flawlessstriker

Here it is!

@hashimada-week

It was a beautiful spring day in The Uchiha village. The warm golden midday sun dappled through the rows of cherry blossom trees, yuinou wedding gifts, and outdoor speakers that framed a massive promenade. There was a gentle breeze that rustled the pink petals and carried their lightly sweet scent over the hundreds of guests gathered before a brazier that was situated beneath an ornately crafted torii gate.

Even with all the beauty and the pleasantness of the season, Hashirama had never felt so tense. He was standing just behind his younger brother, Tobirama. His wife, Mito, his parents, and his three children were situated behind him, but his attention was centered dead ahead where he sensed a growing bitter iciness. Izuna Uchiha would be coming from there, but instinct told him that it wasn’t Izuna he was sensing.

The gruff voice of Fugaku Uchiha, one of the longest standing members of the Uchiha Clan, announced the start of the procession over the speakers, shocking Hashirama to attention, “Welcome, honored guests, to this momentous occasion! We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of Izuna Uchiha and Tobirama Senju. Let us revel in the joy and love that fills the air!”

Ahead of his section, Hashirama sensed the chill growing closer. Izuna was approaching with a lit torch held close to his chest. He was positively radiant in its amber glow and Tobirama, who looked more exhausted than usual, even managed to perk up upon seeing him in his matching wedding kimono. Normally, seeing his brother light up this way would spark joy in Hashirama’s heart, but as the procession moved forward, Izuna and Tobirama turned to approach the torii gate together. Then, Hashirama saw him– Madara Uchiha.

The squealing flutes and staccato drum beat of live gagaku music accompanied the procession. Hashirama was late to his queue- too busy staring at the undead man whose sharingan red eyes looked right through him, leaving him feeling frozen to his spot. Before he knew it, he was over a meter behind and his wife, who was equally surprised by the appearance of the ghost, had to nudge her husband to get him moving. By then, he had to jog past the ghost’s mother to catch up and walk alongside him.

To the left of the procession, past Madara, were the many eyes of the Uchiha village; their wonderfully crafted gifts of tapestries and iron works were scattered all around them. To the right, although Hashirama certainly wasn’t paying much attention there, were the guests from The Leaf. They brought gifts of trees symbolizing growth and stability in a relationship as well as fruitful love lives. They brought sake barrels full of both sake and mochi to break open. Many of The Leaf’s denizens also brought gifts of honey wine: a delicacy the Senju had come across in their time as nomadic forest dwellers. It was said that after some heavy rain, water laden bee hives were harvested and that was the start of a Senju tradition. A gift of honey wine was a gift of hope for the couple to go on to live their lives in sweetness though some had snakes in the bottles. This imparted a different meaning. Many believed that the snakes would bestow their strength, stamina, and most importantly virility to their drinkers.

When the procession reached its destination past all the standing guests and the generous gifts, Hashirama looked to Madara again. He wanted to say something, but whenever he thought about speaking to him, his chest ached, and his words were trapped in his throat. There was a quiet murmur from the crowd– especially on the Uchiha side, but no one dared to interrupt the ceremonies. Hashirama and his family sat to the right of the brazier. Izuna’s family, Obito, and Fugaku’s family sat to the left. Tobirama and Izuna stood on their respective families’ sides of the brazier.

Another staccato drumbeat silenced the music and signaled the end of the procession. Fugaku approached from behind the couple, gesturing openly toward Hashirama as he began an important address, “Before we commence this sacred ceremony, it is essential to express our deepest gratitude and acknowledge the unwavering support of a beloved brother, Hashirama Senju. As Tobirama's elder brother, Hashirama has not only played an integral role in his life, helping Tobirama thrive even amidst challenging times, but has also made a generous goshugi contribution, making this wedding possible.”

Hashirama bowed awkwardly at the acknowledgement. While it was true that he had provided the funding for most of the ceremonies and that he loved his younger brother dearly, given the Madara shaped elephant in the room, he was rightly uncomfortable with receiving such high praise. He couldn’t help but look in Madara’s direction to see how he was taking it all. To his surprise, Madara seemed to care very little about him. The dark suited man was simply looking forward with a pleasant smile on his face.

Another drumbeat brought Hashirama to attention once more. Fugaku had his head bowed in reverence. Tobirama and Izuna followed suit. Then, the crowd did the same. “During this momentous occasion, we also take a moment to honor the memory of a cherished father, Tajima Uchiha. As Izuna's father and a former leader of our clan, Tajima's spirit lives on in all of our hearts. We know he would be immensely proud of the remarkable example Izuna has set for the Uchiha clan. Though he may not physically be with us today, his presence is felt, reminding us of the significance of family and the enduring bonds that transcend time,” Fugaku said with a serious and prideful tone.

Though his head was bowed, Hashirama’s eyes kept wandering to his left. Madara was playing along and miraculously, no one was questioning his attendance despite his life being lost over a year ago. He couldn’t fathom how his younger brother had pulled it off.

He remembered warning Tobirama time and time again that the dead were not to be trifled with. He had scolded him endlessly for having a god complex. He’d told him that a jutsu to bring back the dead would never work, and that people would start asking questions. He was wrong.

Everyone raised their heads and Fugaku’s voice took on a slightly more uplifting tone; this was difficult for him since he was usually a very serious man, but he did his best, “Today, Izuna and Tobirama stand before us ready to embark on a journey of love, commitment, and shared dreams. For the Uchiha, fire is a powerful force that can cause great destruction, but it can also warm us, bring us together, and shelter us.”

Hashirama’s dark eyes widened at the mention of fire and guilt rose up within him, making him suddenly nauseous. “To share your Flame with another– it is to wholeheartedly accept them for all their flaws and to cast aside all judgements. It is to love them unconditionally with every fiber of your being. Furthermore, it is a promise to forever learn and improve together,” said Fugaku; Hashirama swallowed– hard.

“As The Flame is passed from Uchiha to Senju, let us join together to celebrate their union and offer them our blessings, support, and well-wishes. May their love grow stronger with each passing day. May they find happiness, success, and fulfillment in one another. With joy and anticipation, let us commence this blessed wedding ceremony!”

Izuna was smiling when he passed the torch to Tobirama. Tobirama took his duty very seriously. As the flutes rang out again, he took the torch that was marked with a white and red tipped uchiwa fan, the crest of the Uchiha. With the utmost of care, he then held it over the brazier between them and it burst alight.

There was a musical flare before some silence. Then, Fugaku led the applause and said, “so, The Flame is passed from Uchiha to Senju! With this Flame, we recognize Tobirama as Uchiha. May this blazing brazier serve as a symbol of his acceptance into our clan!”

From there, the ceremony moved on. Hashirama was left feeling shell shocked. He clapped for a little too long and his wife needed to correct him again. Feeling her small hand rest on his thick forearm he looked down at it; understanding her concern, he apologized profusely and quietly.

Next, the couple of the hour began the ritual of San San Kudo. As a koto player from the Uchiha began plucking some strings, Fugaku moved to be seated and his wife, Mikoto, took his place, quietly filling the first of three sakazuki cups with three splashes of sake. Izuna graciously accepted the cup with a bow, raising and lowering it twice before drinking. He then returned it to Mikoto respectfully. She filled it in the same way once more and then passed it to Tobirama, who mirrored Izuna’s movements perfectly. During this first drink, the couple thought of their parents and the bonds that were made leading up to their union. During the second cup, they thought of their human flaws of hatred, passion and ignorance. For hatred, funnily enough, they thought of each other and their troubled pasts. For passion, Izuna thought of his brother, Madara; his passion had proven fatal after all. Tobirama however, was still thinking of Izuna and feeling only a little guilty about it. For ignorance they both thought of Hashirama and with the third cup they were released from these flaws.

If only Hashirama could have been so lucky. Instead, he had to endure what was admittedly a beautifully crafted sado tea ceremony hosted by Mikoto with all of the important seated guests; this included Madara who was sat directly across from him and maintained the same stoic aloofness that he had throughout the other ceremonies. After that, came the hiroen reception party, where those seated maintained their positions and partook of a meal consisting of some of the wedding couple’s favorite foods.

There was a bountiful spread of river fish, prawns, pickled vegetables, white rice, miso soup, sekihan– red bean rice (for good luck), inarizushi, more tea, honey wine, and of course sake. It was a filling and delicious meal. Still, Hashirama couldn’t help but feel like he was the only one uncomfortable around an eating, drinking, and talking corpse.

He typically loved these sorts of events, but at this one he found himself drinking in excess to cope with his discomfort. He was also uncharacteristically quiet which garnered the attention of his younger brother. Naturally, Tobirama was quite busy making sure Izuna was happy so addressing his elder brother’s discomfort would have to wait, but this didn’t stop him from noticing the glazed over look in Hashirama’s eyes even when the cake cutting was announced.

There was music playing again. It was louder, more jovial, and less traditional. The formalities were finally coming to an end.

Hashirama was fixated on Madara– his right leg bouncing with anxiety. To him the reception party felt as if it were underwater. He watched as Madara was served a slice, bowed courteously, and began to eat– all with a smile. At some point he too was served a slice, but when he didn’t touch it, he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Elder brother?”

The room suddenly got louder. Hashirama’s empty eyes turned to meet Tobirama’s compassionate red gaze. “Huh?”

“You haven’t touched the cake. Are you feeling well?” Asked Tobirama’s deeper voice quietly.

“Ah, I’m sorry. I must have just been lost in the moment.”

Tobirama rubbed at Hashirama’s larger shoulder and sighed, “I see. Care to join me for a walk then? I’d like the company and could use some freshening up. I’d hate to bother Izuna with such trifles when he’s having such a good time.”

Hashirama looked over at Izuna who was happily chatting with his mother and his revenant brother. He was beginning to feel sick again, so he opted to join Tobirama, “sounds good.”

The two walked some distance away from the reception party to a private spot amongst the cherry blossom trees before Tobirama stopped abruptly. “I know this is hard for you,” he began strictly, “but can you at least Try to consider how your behavior is being perceived?”

Hashirama was used to Tobirama getting frustrated with him, but after holding his tongue for so long he could no longer. “Tobirama,” he said in the tone he used when chastising him. “What did I say would come from this- this affront against nature? It’s no good. Can’t you see?”

“This “affront against nature” has made Izuna very happy. On this day he should have nothing but happiness! I see nothing wrong with that!”

“He’s a dead man Tobirama!”

Tobirama rubbed at the bridge of his nose and groaned, making quick rigid motions with his arms as he spoke, “I am very aware of that. I am aware that you were the one to make that happen. I am aware of his crimes against The Leaf, but right now none of that matters! Obito is here as well and so long as he disappears after the festivities are over, I have promised not to pursue him either! Both he and Madara share one thing in common: Izuna sees them as brothers. In the same way that Izuna has turned his eyes away from your transgressions, elder brother, so too must we!”

Hashirama went moon-eyed in surprise. He hadn’t realized that he himself had imposed so much discomfort on Izuna. In one way or another, Izuna must have been harboring the same feelings toward him as he had toward Madara.

Settling into the thought, he bowed apologetically. “I understand,” he said. “Please forgive me for being so selfish.”

Tobirama placed his hand on his brother’s shoulder again and looked him deep in the eyes. “It’s just one day,” he reassured him.

The consolation was enough for Hashirama to return to the reception party and eat his cake as it was wrapping up. Fugaku announced over the speakers that there would be an after-party with drinks and music. The guests who stood watching over the ceremonies were invited and their cheers could be heard far and wide.

The music began to play loudly over the speakers and the important seated guests began to trickle their way into the crowd. Seeking comfort in familiarity, Hashirama stood and followed the newlyweds down the promenade. When he was offered some sake, he even began to relax a little. Mingling with the crowd, he’d all but forgotten about-

Madara was approaching him and with some strong intent. The jaunty music shifted. The koto players began a slow and pining waltz in minor key. Hashirama met Madara’s confident sharingan for the first time all day and he was captivated.

“Shall we dance?” Asked the voice of a dead man.

Before he could register what he was agreeing to, Hashirama nodded and was swept away from his family by a firm cold hand that felt dry like handmade washi paper. Then, hand in hand, he could only follow Madara’s lead. The sharingan could not only read movements but could cause them in the right circumstances. In that moment, Hashirama was grateful for that fact. They moved as one, pushing away and coming together three slow and agonizing times. When they were close, Hashirama felt safe and supported in Madara’s strong arms. When they pushed apart, he longed for Madara’s embrace.

Then, Hashirama found himself spinning– one two three times. The dizzying maneuver only made his light inebriation and confusion more evident. Still, he noticed a pattern– movements of three. It was the Uchiha battle tradition. His heart began to race. His hands met Madara’s again only to be rolled outward and get caught at the end of Madara’s reach. He made an involuntary open gesture to match his dance partner and from there he could feel the judgmental gazes of the people in the crowd around him. Madara was making an example of him.

It felt like an eternity before he was rolled back into Madara’s arms. He wanted to just hide there– away from all the guilt and pain, but Madara sent him away again. There, everyone could see the man in the brown patchwork suit for the foolish, self-indulgent, shameful, liar of a man he was. The heat in his already alcohol flushed face increased. The following embrace felt so short in comparison and when he was sent away again, he could hardly stand it. His eyes stung as he tried to fight the rush of his emotions, but then, he was rolled in for the third time; Madara allowed Hashirama's momentum to continue, but he released him from his control. Because of this, Hashirama lost his balance. He reflexively gasped as his center of gravity rapidly approached the ground, but he was promptly snatched by the waist into a deep awkward dip. Briefly, time froze, and he took in all that was that moment with Madara Uchiha. His skin was dull and dry. It cracked on his face and hands. His mane was still impressive and lustrous however– a stark contrast to Hashirama’s tired looking faded brown locks. In his dark suit, crimson colored vest, tie, and with the cherry blossoms falling around them, Hashirama dared to think he was beautiful.

Then he remembered the crowd– his wife, his children. Madara leaned over and pulled him close. “I still have one more move, Hashirama,” he said.

Hashirama felt his heart rate pick up even more. The dip, the lean, and then what? What was Madara intending to do in front of so many people? Would he really go so far as to make that kind of example of him? Was it wrong that he wanted him to?

Madara whispered five words to him. Then, his heart sank. He helped him stand and walked away, leaving him stunned in front of everyone.

What do you think he told him?

@anannua Still kickin'! ~

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thekingwhereitallends · 2 years ago

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*AU where The Greatest Uchihas are all still alive*

Naori,Hikaku,Madara,Izuna,Kagami,Fugaku, Mikoto,Obito,Shisui,Itachi and Sasuke:...

Mitsuki:Hello,there...

Sarada:Um...

Shisui:(teleports himself behind Mitsuki and pushes him to uchihas,and all of them surround Mitsuki) Let us borrow him for a few seconds...

Uchihas:(start murmuring stuff)

Izuna:(his head pops up,looks at Sarada who is left dumbfounded,then Madara lowers his little brother's head down)

Uchihas:Right?RIGHT!

Uchihas:(let Mitsuki go)

Sarada:(checks Mitsuki up,to see if her clan members have hurt her) No trace of anything.

Itachi:Mitsuki Uchiha...

Madara:Approved.

Izuna:He is a cutie.

Fugaku:A competent shinobi.

Mikoto:A gentleman.

Shisui:A weirdo.

Hikaku:A genius.

Naori:A beautiful boy.

Obito:A cool dude.

Kagami:A trustworthy companion.

Sasuke:Tch...He's a good kid.

Mitsuki:Alright...

Sarada:(holds her temple,starts to laugh like a maniac)

Sakura and Mitsuki:(look at each other)

Sakura:Good luck.

Mitsuki:Yeah,thank you.

Sarada:BET YOU GUYS LIKE MY EDGY AND PRETTY BOYFRIEND MORE THAN YOU LIKE ME,RIGHT?!?

Madara:(nods in agreement,Izuna pulls his hair) Ouch.

Mitsuki:Oh no...

Sarada:(summons her crimson susanoo) CHANNARO..!

Madara:(summons perfect susanoo) Let's dance and entertain your baby boy,my dear granddaughter!

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st-kitten · 9 days ago

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brat party pt.6

i'll likely upload the last chapter today itself since i have a work holiday. college started, so i don't want to drag this a lot and leave readers left with 'what nexts'

warnings: angst, weed, coke

the morning sun filtered through the shoji screens, casting soft patterns of light and shadow on the tatami mat where you and mikoto sat. her hand rested lightly in yours as you worked on the henna design, the faint, earthy smell of the paste filling the air.

"you’re really skilled at this," mikoto said softly, watching as the delicate swirls and lines took shape on her hand.

"years of practice,” you replied with a small smile. “it’s a tradition back home. every festival, every wedding, someone’s always asking for henna."

mikoto tilted her head, a curious glint in her eyes. “are there any customs tied to it?”

you paused, thinking as you drew a tiny, intricate leaf. “well, there’s this one where you hide the husband’s name in the design. it’s kind of like a game—if he finds it, it’s supposed to mean good luck or that the love is strong.”

after a moment of silence, mikoto spoke, her tone soft but amused. “would you write fugaku’s name for me? in kanji, of course. i’d love to see if he notices.”

you laughed gently at her request, setting the henna cone aside for a moment to consider how best to incorporate the characters into the delicate, minimal design. “all right,” you said, leaning closer to examine the pattern you’d already started. “let’s hide it so well, he’ll be staring at your hand for hours.”

mikoto chuckled, her cheeks faintly pink, though whether from the warmth of the room or your teasing, you couldn’t tell.

as your henna cone danced over her hand, you explained, “we’ll weave it right here. though, if he can’t find it, i’ll take no blame..."

mikoto smiled and shook her head, "either he finds it or i get to tease him about it forever."

sasuke entered the living room, spotting you and his mother. for a moment, seeing his mother smile and be relaxed made him giddy, but the persistent unease that had settled since the day before kept beating in his heart.

"y/n."

the mood shifted the moment sasuke called your name. his tone was calm—too calm—and the glint in his eyes was unreadable. you set the henna cone down carefully, excusing yourself from mikoto with a polite smile before following him. he led you down a quiet hallway, out of earshot of anyone else in the house.

once you were alone, he turned to you, his arms crossed, the familiar tension radiating from his posture like a storm brewing on the horizon.

“you need to leave,” he said abruptly, his voice low but firm, leaving no room for argument.

you blinked, caught off guard. “what?”

“you’ve overstayed your welcome,” he continued, his words clipped. “it’s time for you to go back to campus.”

you did not expect that all of a sudden. "you invited me here."

"and now i'm asking you to leave."

the coldness in his voice stung, far more than you were willing to admit. “sasuke, if i’ve done something wrong—”

“you haven’t,” he cut you off, his gaze fixed somewhere over your shoulder, as though looking at you directly might break his resolve. “but you shouldn’t be here any longer. this is my family."

"what is this about?” your voice cracked, and you hated how vulnerable you sounded. “because your family’s been nothing but kind to me."

he took a step closer, towering over you now, his presence suffocating. “this is about us. or whatever you think this is.”

“what i think this is?” you repeated, your voice trembling now, not with fear but with something far more fragile. “sasuke, i—”

“don’t,” he snapped, his hand flying up as if to ward off your words. he closed his eyes for a moment, his breath shaky as he exhaled. when he spoke again, his voice was quieter, but it didn’t soften. “it’s better if you leave. it’s better if… we stop whatever this is before it gets worse.”

“worse?” you echoed. “what are you so afraid of, sasuke?”

his jaw clenched, his hands balling into fists at his sides. he didn’t answer, and the silence stretched between you, heavy and suffocating.

you scoffed. "there's a difference between protecting yourself and punishing others for no reason."

“this isn’t about me,” he said. “it’s about you. you don’t belong here. you never did.”

the words gutted you, their cruelty only magnified by the fact that you could see through them. his voice was steady, but the slight tremor in his hands, the way his eyes couldn’t meet yours—those told the truth. he didn't mean it.

you took a step back, suddenly feeling like an intruder in a place that had felt so warm and welcoming just moments ago.

“if that’s what you really think,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper, “then i’ll go.”

you wanted to scream at him, to ask why he was doing this, why he was pushing you away when you’d only ever been kind to him, only ever cared. but you didn’t. instead, you nodded, your throat too tight to speak, and walked away before he could see the tears collecting in your eyes.

when you reached your room, the weight of it all finally hit you. the warmth of the uchiha estate, the feeling of being welcome, of belonging—it had all been ripped away in an instant. and as you mindlessly packed your bag, staring out the window at the sprawling grounds you’d come to love, you wondered if sasuke felt even a fraction of the hurt he’d just inflicted on you.

you left quietly, without a peep, before lunch.

every step felt heavier than the last, as if the very walls of the uchiha estate were reluctant to let you go.

but you couldn’t stay. not after what sasuke had said.

you'd still left a small note on the hot table in the living room where you knew they'd have tea in the evening.

the train station was quiet, save for the occasional hum of announcements and the soft shuffle of passengers moving about. snow blanketed everything outside, turning the small town into a postcard-perfect winter scene. you’d bought a ticket for the night train, giving yourself hours to wait, not because you needed to but because leaving too quickly felt… wrong.

you found a spot on one of the wooden benches near the platform, its cold surface biting through the fabric of your coat. pulling a book from your bag, you settled in, your fingers stiff from the chill as you turned the pages. the story was a distraction, one you were grateful for, even if the words occasionally blurred when your mind drifted.

at lunchtime, you stepped outside to the small convenience store across the street. the bell above the door jingled softly as you entered, the warmth inside momentarily soothing. you picked up a simple onigiri and a bottle of green tea, paying the cashier with a polite nod.

you unwrapped the onigiri carefully, the smell of rice and seaweed faint but comforting. the first bite was bland, but you didn’t mind. it was food, and it was enough. as you ate, your eyes wandered to the snowy platform, watching the occasional flurry drift lazily from the sky.

the hours passed slowly, the world outside shifting from the muted whites of the afternoon to the deep blues of early evening. the station began to quiet even more, as though it, too, was preparing for the year’s end.

when the train finally pulled into the station, the sound of its brakes cut through the stillness. you boarded with your bag slung over your shoulder, finding a window seat near the back of the car. as the train began to move, you leaned your head against the cold glass, watching the snow-covered countryside roll by.

the houses were lit with warm, golden light, some decorated with twinkling strings of white and red, preparing for new year’s celebrations. you imagined families inside, bustling around tables, clinking glasses, and sharing laughter. the contrast to your quiet solitude was sharp, but you told yourself it was fine. it is what it is.

as the train chugged on, the rhythmic sound of the wheels against the tracks became a lullaby, lulling you into a strange calm. you sipped the last of your green tea, the bottle now cold in your hands, and watched as the lights of the small villages you passed grew sparser.

somewhere in the back of your mind, you wondered what the uchiha estate looked like at that very moment—whether mikoto was setting the table with small decorations, whether itachi helped her cook a nice dinner, whether the family finally wore something other than black, whether sasuke—

you shook the thought away, closing your eyes briefly.

new year’s eve passed without fanfare for you, just the quiet hum of the train and the faint vibration of its journey forward.

as the clock struck midnight, you were somewhere between two small towns, watching the snow fall against the glass, letting the world pull you along with it.

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sasuke had been dragged to the low wooden table in the living room, the emptiness doing little to ease the cold knot that had taken root in his chest. in front of him lay the small note you had left, its delicate handwriting almost mocking in its sincerity.

mikoto and itachi sat across from him, their gazes heavy with disappointment and confusion. mikoto had picked up the note again, her fingers trembling slightly as she read your words for the third time, as if doing so might help her understand. the quiet gratitude you had expressed, the way you had called the estate “a home away from home” — it only deepened the ache in her heart.

“she thanked us for our hospitality,” mikoto finally said, her voice low but sharp enough to cut through the tense silence. her eyes lifted to meet sasuke’s, searching for something in his expression. "why would you just let her leave like that?"

he didn’t answer immediately, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached. his hands were fisted on the table, knuckles white.

itachi, who had been silent until now, leaned forward, his dark eyes narrowing ever so slightly. “you’re not this careless. what happened?”

sasuke’s gaze flicked to the note, then away again, as if the words burned more every time he looked at them. “it wasn’t like that,” he said finally, his voice rough, defensive. “she... overstayed. it was time for her to leave.”

“overstayed?” mikoto echoed, her tone incredulous. “sasuke, she was a guest. she didn’t ask for anything. she even helped around the house—”

“this isn’t about her,” sasuke snapped, the frustration spilling over before he could stop it. his voice echoed slightly in the room, startling even himself.

itachi’s expression remained calm, but there was a sharpness in his gaze that pierced through sasuke’s weak defenses. “then what is it about?”

he looked away, his eyes fixed on the far corner of the room, where the shadows seemed to gather like a judgment.

“i didn’t want her here,” he said, his voice quieter now, but no less strained.

“you didn’t want her here, or you didn’t want to feel what you were feeling?” itachi asked, his tone unnervingly steady, yet laced with an unspoken accusation.

sasuke’s head whipped toward his brother, his glare fierce, but itachi didn’t flinch. the eldest uchiha had always been able to see through him, peeling back layers he didn’t even know he had.

“she doesn’t belong here,” sasuke muttered, the words bitter on his tongue. “she’s better off at campus, with her own life, not... not here.”

mikoto’s brows furrowed, her expression softening, though the hurt lingered in her eyes. “sasuke, you don’t send someone away for their own good by making them feel like they’re not wanted.”

itachi’s gaze shifted briefly to the note, then back to sasuke. “did she even understand why you asked her to leave? or did you make her think she wasn’t welcome?”

sasuke didn’t answer, his throat tightening as the weight of their words pressed down on him. the truth was, he didn’t know what you had thought, because he hadn’t given you a chance to explain. he’d pushed you away, shoved the words out in a panic, hoping that distancing himself from you would extinguish the fire he couldn’t control.

but now, sitting at the table with the echo of your absence growing louder by the second, he wasn’t so sure. all he knew was that he had done what he thought he had to, and yet, it didn’t feel like relief. it felt like loss.

fugaku entered the room silently, his imposing presence enough to make the already tense atmosphere feel worse. he had been listening from the hallway, and the slight furrow in his brow as he approached the table made sasuke’s stomach twist.

“what’s this i hear about you sending away a guest?” fugaku’s deep voice was calm, yet laced with the authority that always made the air around him feel heavier. he stood at the head of the table, his hands behind his back, his piercing gaze fixed on sasuke.

“it wasn’t like that,” sasuke muttered, not meeting his father’s eyes.

“then explain it to me,” fugaku said evenly, though there was a sharpness to his words. “because from where i stand, it sounds like you’ve embarrassed this family.”

mikoto’s eyes widened slightly, and she glanced at her husband. “anata—”

fugaku calmly looked at her, telling her he'll handle it.

“we are the uchiha. we do not exhibit such poor hospitality, especially not to someone who has done nothing to deserve it.”

sasuke flinched slightly, his father’s words hitting harder than he expected. “she... she overstayed,” he said weakly, the excuse sounding even thinner now.

fugaku raised an eyebrow, his expression hardening. “overstayed? she was here because you invited her, was she not?”

sasuke’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t respond.

“then it was your responsibility to ensure she felt welcome until she chose to leave,” fugaku continued, his tone growing colder. “instead, you sent her away. tell me, sasuke, was there any indication that she was a burden to this household? any sign that she disrespected our home or our family?”

“no,” sasuke admitted through gritted teeth.

“then your actions are unacceptable,” fugaku said bluntly. “the uchiha do not treat their guests this way. ever.”

mikoto reached out, placing a hand gently on fugaku’s arm. “perhaps he didn’t mean—”

“intentions mean little when the result is the same,” fugaku cut her off, though his tone softened slightly. he looked back at sasuke, his disappointment evident. “you’ve disrespected not only her, but this family, and our name.”

sasuke’s fists clenched on the table. he wanted to argue, to defend himself, but the weight of his father’s words crushed any rebuttal before it could form.

itachi, who had been silent for most of the exchange, finally spoke. “she didn’t leave because she felt unwelcome by us,” he said quietly, his gaze steady on his brother. “she left because you made her feel unwanted by you.”

the room fell silent again, the only sound the faint crackle of the hearth. fugaku sighed, his expression softening slightly, though his disappointment lingered.

“whatever your reasons, sasuke, you’ve made a mistake,” he said finally. “and you will have to live with the consequences of it.”

with that, fugaku turned and left the room and mikoto followed him, leaving the brothers behind.

itachi remained seated, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp, studying sasuke in the way only an older brother could.

itachi began quietly, his voice calm, almost patient, “do you want to tell me what’s really going on?”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” sasuke muttered, though the bitterness in his voice betrayed him.

itachi’s lips curved into the faintest, almost imperceptible smile, not one of amusement but of understanding. “you’ve always been a terrible liar, sasuke.”

a moment of silence passed by. leaning forward slightly, resting his elbows on the table, itachi asked, “you sent her away because you felt nothing? or because you felt too much?”

“you don’t understand,” sasuke said finally, his voice low, almost defeated.

“then help me understand,” itachi replied, his tone soft but insistent. “you’re not one to act impulsively, sasuke. yet you pushed her away, knowing it would hurt her—and, judging by the look on your face, knowing it would hurt you too. why?”

sasuke felt like hiding from all this confrontation.

"i don't do girlfriends."

"who said anything about girlfriends?"

itachi's response made sasuke twitch.

"i mean. i... she..." sasuke bit back a scream. "it's too much. she was... everywhere. with you, with mother, with... father."

itachi didn’t respond immediately, letting the silence hang between them like a thick fog. he watched sasuke’s hands flex and twitch, betraying the unease he was trying so hard to mask. then, finally, itachi spoke, his voice calm but with an underlying sharpness.

“you’re acting like it’s the worst thing in the world, sasuke,” itachi said, his tone a mixture of concern and quiet reprimand. “but what’s so terrible about her being everywhere? about her being with the people who care about you?”

“it’s not about her... being around. it’s just...” he hesitated, words caught in his throat. “she doesn’t... she doesn’t belong here.”

“and why does that matter?” itachi asked, his eyes narrowing, trying to gauge sasuke’s every reaction. “why does it matter so much to you that she doesn't fit the mould you’ve created for your life?”

sasuke’s chest tightened, and he looked away, frustration building inside him, threatening to spill over. “because everything about her is... too much,” he said, voice low but thick with emotion. “she’s different, but in a way that everyone notices. you notice. father notices.” he stopped, as if the weight of his own words had just caught up with him.

itachi looked at his little brother pensively. "sasuke... do you feel unnoticed? by us?"

his words had caught sasuke off guard, digging at something he had never voiced aloud, not even to himself.

itachi didn’t push him. he simply waited, as he always did. the silence stretched between them, heavy, expectant. finally, sasuke broke it, but his voice was barely a whisper.

“it’s... it’s like... no matter what i do, it’s never enough. i’m never enough. with you... with father... with anyone. i do everything right, and still, i'm always just... here. not seen. not noticed.”

itachi’s eyes softened, the weight of sasuke’s words sinking in. he knew his brother had always carried that burden, even if he’d never admitted it before. but hearing it now, from sasuke’s own lips, felt like the first real crack in the armour he’d built around himself.

"you’re not invisible, sasuke," itachi said quietly, his tone gentle. "not to me. not to anyone who matters."

"then why does it feel like it?" sasuke snapped, frustration creeping into his voice. "why do I feel like I’m just... shadowed by everything else? like I’m not seen for who I really am?"

itachi chuckled softly. "if you never show us, how would we know?"

sasuke’s chest tightened, his throat constricting as the weight of those words hit him. he wanted to push them away, to deny the truth of them, but somewhere deep down, he knew they were right.

"i don’t know how to..." sasuke trailed off, the words failing him.

itachi hummed, "for someone who has the loudest, most open-book friends, you're telling me you don't know how to be yourself?"

sasuke frowned.

itachi regarded sasuke with a knowing look, his eyes reflecting a wisdom that came with age and understanding. the silence between them stretched long, but it was a comfortable one, the kind that comes with knowing someone so well, understanding them without needing words.

"you know," itachi said softly, his tone carrying a quiet weight, "the uchiha are known for their intense love. the kind of love that doesn’t fade, no matter how much we try to suppress it."

"i don’t care about that," sasuke muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. but even to his own ears, the words sounded hollow, like a lie that had been repeated too many times.

"you can lie to yourself all you want, sasuke," itachi said, his gaze steady, "but no matter how much you try to distance yourself, everything you do, every action, every word... it comes from a place of love. even when you push people away, even when you tell yourself you don’t care, it’s still love. that uchiha blood runs deep in you."

sasuke swallowed, feeling a knot tighten in his chest. love. he had always seen it as a weakness, something that could be used against him. he had always thought that to love was to be vulnerable, to be exposed.

"i don’t know what to do with it," sasuke admitted, his voice barely audible.

itachi's gaze softened, a flicker of understanding passing between them. "you don’t have to do anything with it, sasuke. you don’t have to control it. you just have to accept it."

he could see that sasuke was still not convinced.

"what do you think will happen if you let people in?"

sasuke opened his mouth to answer, as if he knew... only for nothing to come to his mind.

he couldn’t explain what he feared, couldn’t put into words the uncertainty that gnawed at him when he thought about letting anyone in. especially someone like her. someone who was so... present. someone who had already gotten under his skin, despite his best efforts.

"i don’t know," sasuke finally muttered, the frustration clear in his voice. "i don’t know what will happen. it just feels... dangerous."

"dangerous?" itachi asked, his tone still gentle, like he was trying to coax out the deeper truth.

sasuke clenched his fists, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. "yeah," he snapped, "because when you let someone in, you risk everything. everything they could take from you. everything they could make you feel."

his voice broke for a split second, and he immediately turned his face away, trying to regain his composure.

itachi didn't look surprised. in fact, he seemed to expect that answer, his gaze softening as he leaned against the table. "isn't that what you did to her?"

sasuke froze, his eyes fixed on the note in front of him.

"she let you in, no conditions. and i'm guessing you two had a thing. so... you as good as used her, and tossed her away when you got scared."

"i... didn’t mean for it to happen like that," sasuke muttered, but even as the words left his mouth, he knew they didn’t hold any weight. he had used her, in his own twisted way. she had let him in, he had allowed himself to feel something, only to push it all away the moment it got too real, too complicated.

"you never mean for it," itachi replied softly, not unkindly, "but that's what fear does. it makes us hurt the people we care about."

"she didn’t run away, did she?" itachi’s voice cut through his thoughts again. "she faced you. and when you couldn’t handle it, she didn’t fight you. she just… walked away. quietly."

sasuke’s throat went dry at the thought of it. she walked away. no anger, no arguments, just... genuine detachment, something sasuke thought he was an expert at.

the distant fireworks brought them back to the present.

itachi stood up.

"forgive yourself, sasuke," he said, an echo of the exact words you'd said to sasuke.

two fingers gently poked sasuke's forehead, itachi's smile behind them. "happy new year."

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the new semester began as it always did; with a frat party.

sasuke sauntered from one quiet corner to the other at the party with a drink in hand, trying to ignore the buzzing energy around him. it was like every year, the same predictable cycle. the loud music, the flashing lights, the people in their tight clothes, their fake smiles. the air was thick with the smell of alcohol and smoke. and yet, none of it felt real. none of it ever reached him.

he knew how to blend in. to act like he was just another guy here, there to forget, there to drown whatever was lingering under his skin. so, he let the haze of alcohol kick in, the dull blur at the edges of his vision making it easier to pretend.

he didn’t care about the people dancing or the people flirting. they were all just distractions, just noise. what he cared about was silence. the quiet of his own mind, something that had been so elusive ever since... well, ever since everything. and he planned to avoid you as much as he could.

sakura and naruto were way ahead in the planning, running around, laughing, getting others involved. sasuke barely noticed them, his thoughts too far gone to focus on anything but the pull of the alcohol and the high that would hopefully wash away everything he didn’t want to deal with. he didn’t want to think about y/n, about the words itachi had said, about the guilt gnawing at him from the inside out.

he just wanted to forget.

joints after joints, all thanks to shikamaru, clouded sasuke's mind, creating a temporary safe space for his turbulent mind. the endless supply of booze kept him blended in like the chameleon he was. the bass-boosted music was perfect to silence his thoughts. if that wasn't enough, sasuke did lines, carded neatly off of discreet surfaces, the cocaine surging through his blood like lava.

sasuke stood back in the corner, his eyes glazed, a thousand miles away. the room around him was alive—flashing lights, people dancing, the bass reverberating through his chest—but none of it felt real. it was all a blur, like a low-budget film reel skipping frames. the colours bled into each other, red, blue, wild pink, spinning like a kaleidoscope, the world distorting with every pulse of the music.

his body was there, but it didn’t feel like his. his fingers tingled, his hands restless, but everything moved in slow motion. the beat of the song thudded in his chest like a heartbeat, almost too loud, but not loud enough to drown out the quiet hum in his head.

the lights above him flickered like strobe lights in a music video, and for a moment, he felt like he was falling through them, deeper into the darkness, out of reach. the bass dropped again, shaking the room, and everything spun with it, his head heavy, like he was floating in the middle of the night. everything blurred together, people’s faces, voices, the music—it was all just a buzz in the background.

his eyes closed for a split second, yet everything felt off. the momentary clarity left as quickly as it came.

"sasuke..."

"sasuke?"

he opened his eyes, a mop of red hair visible in his peripheral vision. he turned his head slowly, the intensity in his gaze almost chilling, like a predator who’d just locked onto its prey.

there was a weight in his stare, something dangerous, something cold enough to make the room feel a few degrees colder. it wasn’t a look of simple annoyance—it was like he was studying her, sizing her up with the kind of intensity that made people feel like they were being dissected. if eyes could be weapons, his would have cut her in half.

karin faltered, taken aback for a moment, but sasuke didn’t say a word. he just stared, his expression unreadable, his lips tight. the silence between them was thick with tension, and the intensity of his gaze spoke volumes—words weren’t necessary.

the two stumbled inside a dimly lit bathroom, in an attempt to make out. she was way shorter than him, so he had to lean forward to kiss her. he hated how dry it felt.

he pushed her against the wall, spinning her around so he wouldn't have to see her spectacled face. he ground himself against her ass, steadying himself. when he slid her panties off and when he undid his own trousers was a blur.

karin stood there, her back arched, face pressed against the cold bathroom tile. expecting a quick fuck from the campus hottie he was, at any moment. a moment too long later, she looked behind at sasuke.

his eyes were dead, hollow orbs, devoid of any trace of emotion. they stared straight down, unblinking, as if running on autopilot. there was no recognition, no sign of awareness.

his mouth was a flat line, void of any smile or frown—like a mask, as if his face had simply forgotten how to feel.

his skin seemed pale under the dim lights, the unnatural flush from the drugs not enough to mask the ghostly pallor of someone teetering on the edge of consciousness.

in the half-light, his face took on an almost haunting quality. there was a coldness in his expression, like he wasn’t fully here.

it wasn’t anger. it wasn’t hatred. it was something far worse: the feeling of being completely untethered, dangerously adrift.

"s-sasuke?" karin asked. upon hearing no response, she dressed herself again, not wanting to be near his venomous aura for even a second.

"some o-other time, haha!" she mumbled and ran out of the bathroom.

sasuke kept staring down. at his dick that refused to get hard.

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[what a way to end the chapter lol. if u like the added effects, the song i had in mind when writing sasuke's coke trip, was 'manali trance' by neha kakkar, and yo yo honey singh. idk it's the perfect rave music to describe a trance like that]

#sasuke #uchiha #uchiha sasuke #itachi #mikoto #fugaku #naruto au #frat party #sasuke x y/n #sasuke x reader #y/n #Spotify

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