#nagato fanfiction

[ladytyburn]

"The Akatsuki are evil capitalists, but also very silly" the comic!

Fancomic / no particular ships / general audiences / Office AU

Chapters:

1: Evil Meeting You Here!

2: Deidara Throws a Fit

3/4: Millenial Deidara vs. Zoomer Sasuke: Fight! (+Janitor Jumpscare)

5: OminousChanting_AkatsukiTheme.wav

6: The Girls Are Fighting!

7: Classic Naruto

8: Character Development

9: Tobi Encounters of the Third Kind

10: The Return Of The King

Status: Hiatus / Probably dropped? Not sure

Feel free to send me asks about this comic project, I love talking about it, and might draw something with the answer :)

Bonus Content:

Nagato and Konan at a Summer Themed B2B Convention

Company Summer Retreat by @succikko-nebulae

Pride Month Logo Change by @succikko-nebulae

Sasori and Sock Puppet

Young Deidara

Paper Jam and Deidara and Naruto

Blorbified Deidara by @silbaria

Nagato's Surprise Birthday Party by @succikko-nebulae

Konan and AUX Puppet Yahiko by @mukkiethekip

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The post that started this whole ordeal <3

This comic is certified:

(Thank you to the ~ ten people that keep hyping up this project ily)

[spacealligator]

Uzushiokagure Headcanons

I did a similar post about Kiri and a anon ask got me thinking about making one for Uzushio too! Here are some world building headcannons for Uzushiogakure:

Geography

Uzushio is located in a place with high temperatures and high humidity

likely to be hit with tropical storms, hurricanes, monsons

constant singing of the cicadas as if it's always summer

scorching sun coupled with heavy rain that doesn’t appease the heat

there are no defined seasons, it’s always hot, sunny and rainy

the seas around Uzushio are very hard do navigate, it makes it hard to get to them

the island is located close to the forests of Fire Country coast, so they also have lush green vegetation in Uzushio

Architecture

houses have to be built to withstand recurring natural disasters

subterranean shelters for the tornados, though those also get flooded during the storms sometimes

heavy building materials like stone and concrete instead of wood for example, to withstand the storms

stone also helps with cooling the temperature inside the houses

streets are not paved in anyway to help with drainage, so it's nostly grass and dirt

circular and rounded buildings as a reference to the whirpool also help them withstand the strong winds

People (the Uzumaki Clan)

big chakra reserves, great lifeforce, a lot of energy, long lifespans

they are like that because they are so close in lineage to the Sage of Six Paths

during the warring states era the Uzumaki were known as the people close to the heavens and blessed by the gods

Uzumakis are mostly extroverts and fiery, like Naruto, Kushina and Karin, but Uzumakis like Mito and Nagato, that don’t follow most stereotypes still have that fire burning inside them, they won’t settle, they know what they want, are strongwilled, strongheaded, a bit stubborn and passionate, so really, it’s not because they aren’t loud mouths that they aren’t Uzumakis where it matters

big sense of community and family

even after the massacre of Uzushio, Uzumakis tried to flee together and stick together, building their communities and helping each other wherever they went

Religion & Spirituality

since they have so much chakra and are so close to the gods and the Sage of Six Paths, they're deeply religious people

tons of temples and shrines and little altars spread around the city for a variety of gods

there are small altars inside people's homes too

a lot of rituals bring the Uzushio people together, there are seasonal festivals, parties in honor of the gods, start of harvest season banquets, offerings, weekly meetings on the temple, there are several recurring events linked to temples and gods that make up for most of their social lives

because of that the city is always decorated for some sort of festivities, it’s always very bright and colorful, and even if someone doesn't worship that particular divinity or is not involved in that event, they will still go to the event and celebrate together

Economy

since they're so isolated from a geographical standpoint, trade is not big on the region

no merchant marine or trade routes established with other countries

very closed economy, meaning they had to become self sustained

a lot of farmers between them, since the climate and soil favors tropical vegetation

even if it’s an island, their economy doesn’t revolve around fishing only, because the Uzumakis like their meat, so they also have a lot of cattle, mainly pigs, goats and chicken

they are hired by different villages and people at a very expensive price because their shinobi are very skilled, and an Uzumaki shinobi is never on low demand

shinobi activity is what drives the city's economy

in second comes money from services linked to the temples such as talismans, exorcisms, blessings, burials and others

the money from shinobi missions are reverted to the civillians too, but in general there are no conflict between what civillians want and what shinobis want

Politics

the Uzukage is always chosen by combat, they must be the strongest shinobi in the village at any given time

democratic system of sorts, since at any time anyone can challenge the Uzukage, because they should be able to hold his own, otherwise, they weren't fit to rule the village any way

the challenge is always public, always in form of a battle and always needs to be accepted or you lose by default

there are no main families or branch members like the Hyugas have, the Uzumaki stand in equal footing with each other

but of course there are different groups and parties, with people trying to connect themselves with a poweful shinobi, hoping for them to achieve the position of Uzukage and do their wish

for example, when Uzushio alligned themselves with Konoha there were people in favor and against it, at the time Mito was the second strongest shinobi in Uzushio, so she chose to help strengthen the bond by marrying Hashirama

local politics are not based on blood or lineage, only in power and political opinions

regarding international affairs, Uzushio spent a lot of time defending themselves from attackers

it's mostly an easy thing for them, since Uzumakis are strong and the way to Uzushio is long and hard but there are always constant ruckus on the borders

Culture

wear a lot of traditional clothing due to their religious traditions

people refer to others by their first name, since most of the population comes from the Uzumaki clan, and also because everybody is close and not very shy

they have great handwriting from practicing writing seals and talismans so much

very wary of spirits and respectful of the desires of the land and its creatures

not afraid of ghosts, or the dark, or haunted houses, they are very serious about leading a life in harmony with all the forces at play, including spiritual ones

big on oral tradition and not so much on the written records because: first everybody knows stuff, knowledge sharing is common and encouraged, and second, the elders and professors would live very long, so they can teach the youth themselves, instead of writing it for posterity, and that’s why after Uzushio was attacked, a lot of knowledge was lost

a lot of nursery rhymes, lullabies, supersticions, old wives' tales and popular sayings are passed down to the new generations

they also read cards, stones, tea leaves, stars, palm lines, whatever there is to draw their luck on

big eaters, all that chakra and boundless energy means they need a lot of food to fuel themselves

their cuisine is all about abundance, a lot of protein and fat, always a big volume of food, a lot of seasoning, spices, condiments, and such, loud flavors

they don't focus on veggies, fruits and baking as much as i meat, warm dishes, broth, and of course lamen

they put a lot of meaning and importance in getting together for a meal, it's a core moment for the familiar and comunal lives

the city closes during lunch so everybody can go back home to have lunch with their families and/or friends and be together in quality time

festivals often have banquets or traditional dishes linked to them, along with competitions for the biggest eater, and Uzumaki are very competitive

they're also big in games: card games, mahjong, shogi, go, dominos, bocce, drinking games and so on

there are also games that are linked with specific festivals and times of the year

they're great drinkers because of their big chakra reserves

Shinobi World

shamanism and shinobi activities blur, priests and priestesses make for great shinobi and vice versa

most of the shinobi are sensors, even some civillians are sensors

specialized in sealing

focused on research knowledge about minor gods and yokais, that's why they have things like the reaper death seal and can summon shinigamis and spiritual beings

they hunt for yokais like goddamn pokemon, and the tailed beasts were just an extention of that

when Hashirama sealed Kurama in Mito, the sealing of tailed beasts were already under research by the Uzumakis and she was the one who volunteered for it, they just needed someone like Hashirama, the god of shinobi to activate the seal

[nardo-headcanons]

Hey my dear mutual! Another super stupid and weird request coming, so, please, feel totally free to ignore completely if you want, really. So, let's say instead of a criminal organization, the Akatsuki are actually a lab team. Which would be their roles, their work focus or their research topics? How would they behave at work with each other or, I don't know, whatever you can think of. Inspired by your agar plates post, by the way, hahahaha

Hello Sasuke, my dear. Don't call your asks weird, I love how creative they are! If anyone wants to write a fic about this please TAG me!

Big thanks to @the-real-sasuke-uchiha for requesting!

The Akatsuki in a modern research lab AU

Akatsuki Labs, Inc. No one knows what they're actually researching, and how they get their funding, however everyone hires them, they're incredibly popular with institutions and businesses alike...

Deidara is a lab rookie who is still at the beginning of his study. He went to a scientific high school and an absolute ace at chemistry. Besides studying chemistry, his other major is pyrotechnical engineering. He blows shit up on the regular and even adds copper sulphate to fires when he is the one supposed to put them out. He frequently steals minerals from the lab to use them for his pottery projects. And yes, he knows how to make meth.

Hidan is on his way to become a neurologist. He is fascinated by the way the nervous system works (especially while processing pain) and has the ego of a neurosurgeon twice his age. However he is regularly asked for a second opinion because he knows his shit. He's pretty popular with the ladies due to his confidence, however many of them are freaked out when they find out what a huge masochist he is.

I've never seen Itachi as a huge stem guy, but I've actually had a discussion about this with my dear moots @pet-plasma-bubble and @suki91 and came to the conclusion that he's either a plant biologist or studies medicine because he's one of these kids with a chronic and/or underdiagnosed illness going into medicine to make a change. Plant biologist!Itachi regularly talks to his plants when no one is looking and he gives them names as well. He doesn't really care much for the actual lab work and prefers to take care of the plants in the different lab greenhouses. Med student!Itachi is one of these anatomy girlies who draw their stuff in fancy colors and actually enjoy studying human anatomy.

Kakuzu is a senior scientist/professor who initially studied pharmacology/pharmacy to save many lives and prolong the lives of millions, but eventually got disillusioned and sold his soul to the pharma industry. He should technically be retired now, but he joined the Akatsuki labs inc to make some money on the side.

Kisame started out as a marine biologist specializing in shark research, however, seeing these beautiful, innocent creatures get bastardized by Hollywood and pollution made him apply to Akatsuki labs inc to help find solutions to the current crises caused by humanity. During his free time, he volunteers in a dolphin rehabilitation center.

Konan is the cofounder of Akatsuki labs inc, everyone respects her and even looks up to her. Once a brilliant scientist in the field of engineering, she got tired of how male dominated it was and how her male colleagues kept getting the credit for her ideas. She frequently holds lab courses for young girls interested going into the scientific field.

Nagato is the Akatsuki labs founder, and rarely seen in the lab. He has made himself a name in the field of robotics by inventing the Shurado robotics system which helps millions of automated machines run to this day. Rarely seen in the lab, he communicated with his employees via his Pain Alias Email. though to be fair, Konan writes most of these emails for him; she's the only one regularly talking to him face-to-face.

Orochimaru is a geneticist and biochemist, his focus being finding ways to avoid cellular decay, as well as the human genome and anti aging research. His parents are academics as well and he lived up to their expectations to the fullest. He has his own skincare formula which keeps him looking snatched at all times. Given the rumors about several scientific ethical code violations, everyone is kinda scared of him except for his personal lab tech, Kabuto.

Sasori is a renowed mortician who's also very interested in histology. His preparation techniques are unmatched and he even invented new preparation- and histological staining methods, which are called "Red Sand" and "Red Technique", respectively. He often gets into fights with Kakuzu about his microtome collection being unnecessarily expensive.

Tobi is the Akatsuki labs CEO cosplaying as a clueless intern that always steals from the candy bowl in the waiting room. In reality, he has a PHD in physics, his thesis being about rifts in space time and interdimensional interactions, however all of his papers are published under an alias. He has a soft spot for Deidara and refuses to fire him despite the latter's frequent "accidents".

Zetsu is a biological anthropologist fascinated by human evolution and human behavior. Some think even his colleagues are subjects of his studies. Some people say he's two-faced, but he is very chatty and inquisitive most of the time. He volunteered to have Itachi's venus fly traps in his office and can sometimes be seen feeding them dead flies or mosquitoes.

[stu-dyingstudent]

Sakura Haruno fic recs: Akatsuki/missing-nin

Okay, so I actually love the akatsuki so much. They were genuinely such good characters with really interesting storylines and powers. The whole akatsuki arc/repression was quite rushed imo and many of the wins from the fights felt a little unwarranted, but that's not too unusual in Naruto...

Anyway, this list is set to include fics where Sakura is either in the akatsuki or akatsuki members (excluding itachi bc that's literally any non-mass) play a large role in the story or Sakura just somehow lands herself being a missing-nin. From my experience, it's hard to find fics of this type without it being some sort of harem, which is not what I'm interested in, so here are some that I recommend!

Started: 2024.09.28

Last Updated: 2024.09.30

note: feel free to check out my master list which has a bunch of Sakura Haruno fic recs (all organized)!

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Vertigo - Cynchick || ffn || M || deisaku || akatsuki AU || complete

Sakura accepts the most critical and dangerous mission of her life, but the price of success may very well be her soul. When your entire world turns upside down, how do you keep from going under? DeiSaku.

I made this list literally just so I could recommend this fic lmao. Sakura takes on the mission to infiltrate the akatsuki, ruining her reputation and destroying her friendships in the process. Due to a brief encounter she had with Deidara, Sakura is allowed into the ranks and joins as his new partner. Their relationship is actually quite sweet and I think it's interesting to see things from Deidara's perspective as although he was very explosive (haha) in Naruto, he is also quite intelligent and a very capable shinobi.

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Ankle Biter - a_pastel_edgelord || ao3 || E || gen || missing-nin AU || ongoing

“Pinkie, attack.” Sakura's teeth tear through skin and tendons until they meet. Her mouth fills with blood but she doesn't let go. The screaming of her victim washes over her like water. “Sorry about her.” Haku shrugs. “She's always been a bit feral.” The only family Sakura has are Zabuza and Haku.

Sakura is just another orphan picked up by Zabuza. With him and Haku being all she has, it results in her dependance and desperation to prove herself to them, but now that they're in wave it opens her eyes to something new. I really like how the relationship they have is portrayed as even though they are her family, it is obvious that Zabuza isn't as hung up on the matter, which feels quite realistic to his character.

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New Day Dawning - IncompleteSentanc (Erava) || ao3 || narusaku || T || canon divergence || complete

One day, while visiting the grave of Nohara Rin, Obito stumbles across a young girl terrifyingly like her. He decides to ensure she doesn’t meet the same fate.As for Sakura? Sakura had no idea what she was awakening the day she went to visit her parents graves - but she never looked back. One way or another.(Feat. Sakura raised by Obito and the Akatsuki, and her eventual return to Konoha and all those she left behind)

Sakura is brainwashed and manipulated, but loved by notorious killers nonetheless. Incredibly well written and I won't lie when I say that the ending took me a bit by surprise. Just read it

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One Change in the Story - Aingeal98 || ffn || T || gen || time travel AU || incomplete

It wasn't supposed to be like this. She was only supposed to go back five minutes in time. Instead, Sakura wakes up in a dark room surrounded by people wearing black cloaks with red clouds on them. The worst part? She doesn't have a clue who she is.

Praying for One Change in the Story to be completed!! Sakura lands herself back in time with the mind and body of her four year old self. With Pein being the first one to find her, Sakura's new life purpose is to be the Akatsuki's weapon. Sakura slowly loses herself to her new roll and in a sense becomes the embodiment of a ROOT agent. It was interesting to see Itachi's internal battle with the situation and Konan's guilt. However, even with Sakura bound to Ame, there are children back in Konoha who have an itch that a pink-haired girl named Sakura is someone important.

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Old Man by the Bar - Varmint || ao3 || T || gen || academy AU || complete

All it took was one school teacher's decision for the reality of Konoha to be altered in a way that no one could have imagined. Follow Kiba Inuzuka, Sakura Haruno, and Chouji Akimichi as they grow as individuals, friends, and ninja. All with the help of that grumpy old man with all of the cool war stories.

AHHHH READ THIS!!! For some reason I thought this fic was a school AU for the longest time and only got around to reading it recently and I'm so glad I did. It's set back in the academy where Sakura, Choji, and Kiba get grouped together for a project on the shinobi wars. The three misfits end up encountering Kakuzu who tells them a tale of his time fighting. They have so much character development and although they weren't originally happy about their predicament, they grow to look past each other's fronts and form a close bond.

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Expedient - SwiftKick || ffn || T || canon AU || complete

Konoha and Iwa sign a truce and agree to an Exchange Program between recently promoted genin to "bolster village relations." Fortunately, if anything were to go wrong, Haruno Sakura was just average enough to risk losing.

Sakura gets sent on an exchange to train in Iwa just to find out her sensei is only a few years older and a bit obsessed with his explosive art... It's interesting to see how she struggles both in Iwa and back in Konoha as Sakura is as good as an outsider in both villages. Expedient is an all time favorite of mine and I didn't have high expectations going into it, but this fic is truly great. Deidara is such a fun character and I really enjoyed Sakura's growth.

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Stumble - writer168 || ao3/ffn || gen || T || time travel AU || complete

Sakura wanted to die.Sasori was fine with staying dead.But it seemed fate had other plans for them, because when they both wake up younger with blood pulsing through their veins, they had to remember how to live again.Time Travel AU

Sasori and Sakura are both sent back in time and they try to make a difference in their respective villages. Told in the perspective of both characters, but primarily Sakura. She ends up forming a pretty sweet bond with Ibiki and Genma (which I love) and they help her through some things. Sakura has a rough time

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Will of Fire - Cynchick || ffn || M || kakasaku || missing-nin AU || complete

Forced to flee their village and the new regime, the loyal shinobi of Konoha must find a way to preserve their way of life and take back their home. As they fight for their future, Team Seven struggles to overcome the past. KakaSaku

When Danzo overthrows konoha, shinobi fled in hopes of escaping their death and the cruel reign. Sakura and many others go into hiding as missing-nin and plan on how they will reclaim their village. I love this author, and they actually have many fics that would fit on this list, but trust me when I say the writing is truly great. Sakura grows a lot as a shinobi and broadens her fighting style out of desperation for survival and I love it. The characters are all really well done, so just give it a go!

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Dirt and Ashes, or: The One-and-a-Half Body Problem - Tozette || captured || gen || M || canon divergent || complete

The invasion of Konoha during the chuunin exam didn't fail. Team seven is broken, people are dead, and Sakura is hurt and frightened and a very long way from home.Alternative summary: In which Sakura carries half of Hidan across two countries, leaving a trail of blood, bodies, and other people's legs.

Super gory story about Sakura's journey with the cranky and absent legged Hidan. Dirt and Ashes is very popular and it's for good reason.

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final exams coming up! - waterpllar || ao3 || gen || M || captured || complete

Kakuzu can name numerous reasons why Hatake Kakashi could make him an excellent profit, most of which involve the numerous organizations he's sabotaged. Specific figures would certainly be willing to pay very well for free reign to relieve their violent frustrations on one of the most notorious jounin in the Bingo books.Such a business would only function with a healer on hand, but it just so happens that a vast majority of shinobi teams have a healer, and there is a pink-haired genin without a bloodline limit or bijuu on the team.What he did not anticipate is that the Copy-nin's teaching might be so remiss that he hadn't trained said genin in any iryo-ninjutsu whatsoever. Kakuzu does not like making oversights, and he decides to remedy this fact immediately (unluckily for sakura).

Kakuzu captured Sakura and Kakashi in an attempt to make money (of course) off of Kakashi's many enemies and Sakura is forced to learn medical ninjutsu in order to keep him alive. Although this is marked as complete and could be considered that to those who read it, the ending is not very conclusive tbh (I wanted more).

Edit: ok this actually just got updated even though it’s marked as complete, so ig it’s still ongoing?? Maybe???

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Your childhood home is just powder-white bones (and you'll never find your way back) - Dovey || ao3 || gen || M || captured || complete

Sasuke is not the only one who worries he's getting too comfortable in his genin life. Itachi decides to add another motivator to Sasuke's revenge plans by kidnapping the teammate who wasn't a charismatic Jinchuriki. Sakura is used to being an objective for those around her, not a person, but even for her this is a little much.In which Sakura is held captive and learns what a genjutsu specialist can do to a person's mind, that sharks can actually make great friends, joins a dying clan, and gets regifted multiple times before she's finally strong enough to fight back.*while this fic contains explicit and graphic torture, there's no sexual assault.

Okay, this was actually a really hard read for me. We truly see Sakura's decline in this as she slowly loses her mind and it is very frustrating to see what has happened to her. Nonetheless, it is extremely well written and great is you want something dark.

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Shinra Tensei - multifandom_fanfic_writer || ao3 || T || itasaku || akatsuki AU || complete

With renewed determination, Sakura stepped forward. She passed the guards, who waved at her absently. She smiled, filled with elation as her foot crossed the threshold of Konoha’s gate. She would no longer blindly follow orders. She would no longer be part of the corrupted system. Sakura felt no grief, nor regret. As of today, the old Haruno Sakura didn’t exist anymore. She would be a new person. And she would be one of the greatest. - The world of shinobi is a harsh one, filled with blood and death. Sasuke dies, and Team 7 is left scattered. Sakura’s loyalty to Konoha wavers until it breaks. Determined to find a better purpose, Sakura sets out to figure out how to live in a world where morality is merely a line in the sand. But her path is soon changed when she is summoned – by the leader of the Akatsuki.

I actually have not read Shinra Tensei, but it is quite popular, so I thought I would recommend it if any of you are interested.

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Hoshigaki - writer168 || ao3 || M || gen || sakura is kisame's daughter AU || complete

When Sakura was three, her father told her he was a criminal. When she was seven, the last thing she saw of him was the sword on his back. When she was eight, she had a friend named Kiba. When they were twelve, they met Shino. And when they were genin, they began to fight for the truth because they could no longer fight for the sake of Konoha.

Perhaps one of the more interesting AUs out there as Sakura is actually the daughter of Kisame! Definitely shines a different light on the village and is such a great story (even has a sequel).

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life goal: punch a god in the face - itsthechocopuff || ao3 || T || gen || time travel AU || incomplete

Fist poised to punch a goddess. A glare from opalescent eyes. A flicker of chakra. Sakura’s fist met Kaguya’s face at the same time her vision went black. When she woke up, it was to find herself twenty years in the past, with a pair of eyes she’d personally helped shut staring down at her.

Sakura dies and wakes up in Wind country with a young Sasori watching her. Somehow, she ends up agreeing to help him kill the kazekage once he's strong enough and sets off to Konoha where she befriends Kakashi's team.

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I love when y'all send recs! cheers

[belledaynight]

The Ghost of Whirlpool

Part of the 3 Artists, 1 Writer Challenge with the @akasakurevival Fanclub discord. Story: The Ghost of Whirlpool. Characters Sakura and Nagato. Prompt Spirits and Ghosts. Sketch by @hallous, line art by @arichii98 and colors by @ionahazuki.

[yellowocaballero]

Obito shivered dramatically. “Puppets are so scary. Too many joints. Sasori-senpai can put bees or snakes or more bees or anything in their heads and you don’t even know .” 

Hidan sneered at Obito. “Jealous that the puppets have anything in their heads?”

“Does Hidan-chan like Sasori-senpai’s puppets?” Obito asked innocently. “Sasori-senpai will make Hidan-chan a lady friend if he asks. Oh! Just watch out for splinters.”

“I don’t do that,” Sasori said. 

“I wasn’t gonna fucking ask you to do that -”

In which Obito continues to find out after decades of fucking around, this time featuring The Practice Children.

Unfortunately after writing this I began to actually give shits about the Ame 3 so expect them to come up more again later in different works.

[immoralimmortals]

A Song With Ten Names

Chapter 40: Ship in a Bottle

Chapter 1 ☆ Next chapter ☆ AO3 ☆ Featured song playlist

Summary of chapter: If she dreams of the ocean, might as well start being her own captain.

Author's Note: The song for this chapter is Ship in a Bottle by Fin Argus. This chapter has also been long anticipated by many readers in the mood for something a bit more...godly. ;)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

But nothing can touch your happy thoughts anymore

With your glass ceiling, walls, and floor

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The steam of a sauna thickens and fades. Before the dead girl knows it, the clouds have swallowed up the inn...and dispersed.

The slightest bit of mist left from the strange, humid weeks is lingering on the ground, and as she looks out the window of her home, feeling distantly a throb on her healing thigh, she swears she can see it disappear before her very eyes.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Once again, like when she got the piano, rain falls and begins to clear the air, bring more distance in how far out you can look. What notes does she hear? The tune keeps changing whether it’s hopeful or sad. But no matter how conflicted, as the blue outside reflects into her eyes and shows raindrops slip down in shadows upon her face...the song is, without question, both somber and strong. That much she is sure of. Especially since that’s how she feels now.

One by one, the pairs of Akatsuki have their alone time with the girl watching through the window, waiting for the sight of the final two. She nearly wishes she had never met them before. It’d be easier, imagining whatever she wants. But she knows them. And they know her.

How much they know is the scariest thing of all.

And so she stares through rain-polished glass, even when it was made clear, beyond shadow of a doubt, that they will not arrive until she is well and truly alone.

Hidan and Kakuzu, of course, are first.

“Don’t let them intimidate you, girlie,” Hidan both encourages and pleads, taking her chin to redirect it from looking so fucking sad into the horizon past the trees. A flicker of a smile widens, and though it fades, it doesn’t completely disappear; he’s merely catching a bit of her steeled attitude. “Who’s strong?”

...A second passes and she blinks. “Me?”

And he grins to show teeth, kissing her forehead as a reward. For such a violent man, even as he crashes into her on purpose, he’s bad at pretending to be reckless; it’s as delicate as can be. He's still getting used to this.

“Keep your head,” a deeper voice rephrases, rough yet soft, right above her scalp. Hidan’s touch easens up to allow the disciple to tilt her chin straight up, looking upside down and backwards at a cautioned old man who folds his arms. “Be smart." A slight pinch of his brow, underneath the slash upon metal. "...Just like always.”

Kakuzu allows time for her to nod, a harrumph in his chest before he holds the side of her face and bends down, pressing covered lips upon the same place Hidan’s were a second ago. It makes the priest snort, narrow his eyes.

“Fuckin’ copycat. Get your own thing.”

Gemstones, green upon red, glitter with the rainfall at Hidan as Kakuzu’s cloaked head lifts up. “I quite like it this way,” he grumbles, halfway between a joke and a threat. The grim reaper makes a “tsk” sound and rolls his shoulders.

“As long as you get no one’s better at it than me.”

Her slight, small giggle is enough to tell them they both did just fine. The two men exhale, one loudly and one low, as it becomes clear they’re just lengthening the inevitable.

“You’ll be fine!” Hidan assures, perhaps more for himself than for her as he drawls out the last word. “Like what Kakuzu said! Be smart! All there is to it.”

The slightest eye roll in Kakuzu’s sockets at that, the indignant nature of something rather grim and serious, potentially. “Takara…” he murmurs, leaning down to whisper through his mask and into her ear. There’s one final piece of advice he has to give:

“They don’t know. We didn’t tell them.”

With that, the two zombies linger away, one walking backwards out the door with a lopsided smirk on his face and a sharpness in his eyes. The other, taller man turns his head and stops just before following the shorter one out. A lingering stare that feels minutes long...and he sighs one last time. Silly little nuances, relationships have.

He tugs down his mask to show her what she already knew: that he is smiling.

And they’re gone.

Unlike the first time they left, they embrace fear with a different kind of strength than before. They are not afraid to give her their joy. She will make it. It will be okay, and they will come back to her in the end.

…

But as their shadows down the hallway disappear...the corners of her mouth drop. A phrase repeats in her head, one that Kakuzu ironically said to bring her relief:

We didn’t tell them.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Sailing on a ship in a bottle

Anchor all your thoughts to the bottom

Pulling ropes and pulling your head back

To see what is breaking the foremast

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

She’s leaning sideways against the panel of the window, trying to hear the reverberations of the rain as it hits the siding of her haunted house, when Itachi and Kisame walk in. Just like the first time they met, she sees Kisame first, so very tall it makes the rest of the world scale down into a dollhouse, the way he has to duck under the doorway. The giant shows his teeth in what’s supposed to be a grin, but it looks more like a grimace, and somehow eyes so small can hold and display a lot more than others’ usually can. There's a glossy veneer about them, one that makes her want to pull him down into her arms. Kinder...gentler...than she could ever be. That's what the swordsman deserves for all he's been and done.

Kisame's stance laxes soon as one fish spots the other in the pond, and his arm lets go of the door’s siding, finally allowing space for a view of Uchiha Itachi just behind and beside. There’s a weariness about him, one deeper than usual, as he contemplates what he should or should not regret, what it means to use his eyes for someone besides himself. He is the bearer of her dreams, despite her bidding he keep his eyes far away mere weeks before she coaxed them right back.

“Miss Takara,” he greets, if only to break the ice, get words in the air. Somehow the way the magician sounds makes her heart ache even more, the awareness of how fickle a woman's desires are. His long, dark lashes blink, slowly as to shake off the spell of the sandman. “Are you well?”

Is she well?

A stab wound in her leg, nightmares in her head, and horsemen of the apocalypse arriving at her door, the answer is pretty obvious. “Yeah,” she says, and only someone who knows her can tell that despite saying it so soft, she is not being meek. It gives the two men relief.

“Good,” Kisame sighs, stopping an anxious grip on Samehada’s hilt that he didn’t realize he had. He’s somehow gentle even in the way he walks, though the way the floorboards creak still betray what a big monster he is. She doesn't care, of course not! ...But he does. The biggest beast of them all...slowly...trods...up...until the knight is so close that if he really wanted, he could open his cloak and swallow her up, shield from the entire world and everyone in it. He wants to.

He wants to.

But he can't. Sheepishly, his smile widens, gums peeking from the corner of his mouth. Is she ready for this? It only feels like yesterday that everything went to shit. Last time he was gone, the worst possible thing happened. And now he's being asked to leave again?

If it wasn’t the leader himself ordering it, he’d tell them to go fuck themselves.

Kisame is so lost in thought he didn't notice something shift, only grunting in surprise once he feels Itachi brush past his side. Before his very eyes, an event both terrible and marvelous happens next:

So delicately yet with no hesitation...the dark-haired man puts his arms around the woman. His fingers latch as palms rest on her shoulder, his cheek rests upon her head. He's so...loose. Like she's his bed standing up, a tree in the forest to rest his weary spine from travel, more and more of his weight pressing down and into her. Selfish, he knows. Someone such as he should never have to ask for this. And in the same gradual, dawning way as these movements...the woman eventually realizes what he’s doing.

It’s hard to be an Uchiha. It’s hard to be strong. It’s hard to ask to be held. And so she does it, no explanation necessary. Sometimes you’re just small, you’re worried, the little kid inside you opens their mouth and starts to cry in pain. No matter how nonsensical...no matter how collected you’re supposed to be…

...We all need a break from being the strong one, sometimes.

Kisame has never, not once in all their years side by side...seen Itachi ask for a hug before. Has he missed it? Was it always this subtle...? Memories flash in the days of travel where he leaned against his side, nights where as Kisame tried to sleep he'd feel a stare on him. Just tired...just pensive...that's what Kisame always thought. How can a man think so much yet so little?

With a racing heart, he swallows any words usually reserved for teasing, the parries he loves to pass to Itachi to get him to respond, react, show emotion. It isn’t needed. There it is... There it is.

Slowly, like moons raising off the ground...the woman that holds the Land of Fire's deadliest man to her chest now looks to her dutiful and obedient steward.

And something mutual is suddenly so very seen. She aches, yet she soothes; she yearns, yet she invites. He blinks, simultaneously so guilty yet so...unburdened. The explanation is simple as she releases one hand and curls her fingers towards him, tips kicking in the air like they're swimming to find his body. Just like in the cave...she takes his wrist and begs him to come close.

If she and Itachi are allowed to feel small...so does he.

That's all he needs.

An exhale and Kisame lets go, places down his facade of control and manners overcoming barbarian strength. It is delicately set upon the ground to be picked up again later, like putting on your shoes or pulling on a coat. They’re inside, right now, and at least for a moment...they’re together. The rain against glass is enough noise to soothe his pounding heart.

He puts his arms around the biggest pieces that make the puzzle that is his life...and as they both move their fingers to hold him back...he briefly feels safe. His princess smells like daffodils, golden as honey and just as sweet. To Itachi, his dreamer carries the spirit of roses, both dead as the ones outside at the bottom of browning bushes and living as the one frozen inside her broach. To her, she's surrounded by the scent of smoky fire and a coming hurricane upon the wind. The elements surround her, protect her, and she in turn protects them...however little she can.

The woman makes sure to etch this feeling onto her heart for when she needs it most.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

There are red spots under your eyes

From when you cry into the sky

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The rain’s been going on for so long now that it sounds less like rain and more like talking. News...business...gossip. Every whisper of lips made in this universe keeps their secret in a raindrop. It hits the earth in a "plink" and soaks into the dirt, never to be heard again. That's why there's so many of them. People want to make sure their truth doesn't go down without a fight. Prayers...and curses...and songs.

Lady's probably going a bit nutty, thinking something as elaborate as that out of thin air, she concludes.

She’s pulled a chair up to face the window, slumping forward in a way that will surely kill her back later. But she can’t bring herself to stop, to lay down, to leave this place. Goddammit. She keeps her vigil, if only for her own sake, shoulders hunched forward with forearms dangling between stretched legs, pillowed— at least— by the fabric of her skirt.

“Such posture,” a quiet voice says, “...Ill suits you.”

Sasori on the left side. And then:

“Who are you to define such a thing?” a louder one audibly smirks. “I think there’s something quite artistic about subverting expectations.”

...Deidara on the right. The day has gotten long, and it’s a bit more orange outside, drifting sunlight sinking into blue clouds so both colors line the artist’s faces. She glances between them with eyes alone, one side to the other, and she decides something about how they look…

...But perhaps shinobi don’t like being accused of kindness, so she says it of herself first:

“I’m going to miss you both...being here. I wish you didn’t have to go. It’d be...easier if you didn’t.”

And how right her assumption is. Deidara swallows, his smile becoming firmer, and Sasori’s lids pop up like you bent backwards a baby doll. Even this may have been too much...even the mere acknowledgment that she, too, is worried. Sasori recomposes first.

“Certainly it’d be,” he returns, as always so factual and sharp with a voice both dulcet and cold. “But so long as there’s no choice in the matter...well…”

The tiniest click that she almost misses as his eyes hood again, more like his usual self, as the scorpion’s skin absorbs and reflects light in a different way than the skin on her arm or that on Deidara’s cheek.

“...It can be withstood.” The closest he can get to assure, miraculously with no backhanded insult or bitter words. She’s walking a tightrope, talking to him with her heart, and she’s doing marvelously.

“More than withstood,” Deidara adds, as always needing to one up and make the themes of the moment readable, appreciated. He shrugs, and the relaxed nature of his gaze is more seen than the makeup that attempts to obfuscate it, make it bold. “You’ll meet the leader…” the sculptor explains, allowing what is between words to give her a plan. “You’ll see what he wants...and then we return. Simple...un.” A quick, one-eyed blink of his immaculately lined blue. “And then we can see what to make of it.”

...And that’s more than what she expected, really. It makes her perk up, straighten her back and put her hands on her lap to better evaluate Deidara’s intent, his expression. Cool, cool as ever...yet he runs so hot underneath. He isn’t so far from Tobi in that he very much tries to appear a certain way, but...she glimpses it.

He wants to help her get through this...if only so they can see where this is all leading to. And it’s possible to do things for selfish reasons...and still be kind.

Before she can say— do anything in return— a huff is heard behind her turned head.

“See?” Sasori observes, laying out the truth for his naive partner to see. “My dress falls better on her figure when the girl keeps her posture.”

“Ha! So you admit you can design something with flaws...un?”

And despite herself, despite the petty nature of these arguments...she really, really will miss this. A thumb and index finger go to the broach clasped at her neck, remembering that pink glass was once over her eyes and how everything stays, even if not in the way you expect.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Ocean waters rising above your neck

You feel the glass start to crack

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Even when she’s not watching with her eyes, she still can’t manage to leave.

Her back to the wall, curled up underneath the window as the remnants of sunset fall in the shape of four squares at her feet. Pink toes enter her view.

And she doesn’t flinch as much as he expected her to.

“Takara,” her name is said. It’s the darker one...the black side. A blink and her gaze flickers up, meeting two yellow fireflies that glow in the dark. This is her acknowledgment; she does not speak.

No matter what is to come, she is as ready as one can be. No matter what he’s said. No matter what is planned. She can do it.

If only to keep what she has.

And Zetsu, with his white half, frowns. The lid of a complete eye hoods, such great contrast to the circle that never blinks. Here’s the thing:

He knows.

She knows he knows.

And he knows that, too.

So what next? The answer is easy, at least for her: embrace it. All of her is seen, every iota, every emotion, ever relationship and every fear. Can't change it? Okay, then! Life must go on all the same. Part of her is indignant about it, though. It’s one thing to spy on her...but on her friends? Her loved ones? Even if it’s collateral damage...well…

She’s a lot more willing to stand in the way of danger, unflinching, if it’s for someone else instead of herself. Funny thing, bravery is.

So she challenges him, eyes alone that stare so exhaustedly above the knuckles that grip her knees. The light of the window is a boundary between them, laid upon the floor: a barrier, a chess board. All that’s left to wonder...is if he’ll step into it.

Seconds pass. On the cusp of day and night, a man much the same way, one inch at a time, makes his way to a choice. Pale lips part and a gold orb stares.

“I didn’t tell them.”

The only thing that could catch her off guard.

The ghost playing pretend gasps, chin jerking up in abrupt acknowledgement. Though the white half’s mouth is open...it wasn’t him that talked. No, it was unmistakably...the other.

White Zetsu is merely ogling her, in disbelief himself.

Her brow furrows, her bracing for impact broken and leaving raw feelings— a twitch in her eye, a tremble in her hands, a shake in her tongue.

“W—... You...didn’t...?!”

He lets the silence answer that— that and the way his gaze softens even more. Confusion races, racks her brain. If he did see everything...did he change his mind? Why the hell he'd do that...?! Does he pity her? After that big show of violence? After that intense release of love...? Is she pathetic? Is he...afraid?

Zetsu has a secret of his own, but he isn’t about to say it. So with empty answers, the woman swallows fear up and asks one, clear and coherent question:

“What...do you want from me...then?”

…

…

There’s a brief flash upon his face from outside, a lightning strike with a dull, purring grumble of thunder that follows. Slowly...slowly...he smiles. He smiles so calmly...yet she sees no sense of understanding nor peace.

And as he slips out of reality, she begins to wonder if the split man doesn’t even know.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Oh, captain, make up your mind

Before the salt burns your eyes and you run out of time

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Step.

Step.

Step.

Maybe it’s because he’s not a full-fledged member. Maybe it’s because he’s her best friend. Maybe he's just making a big mistake. Either way, a gloved hand holds hers and helps her fade away, out of the twilight and the clouds of a second-story window and into a dark hallway where she will confront her fears. He’s awfully quiet; so is she. Obito begins to realize this feels less like he’s introducing her to new friends and more that she’s being walked down the aisle to her own funeral. Perhaps he was too hasty...

The orange mask turns its black hole to her. “You don’t have to be afraid.”

He whispers it, so she knows he’s being serious, so she can tell he’s not speaking with his mask but through it, underneath. A suck in of air and a rise of her chest, she attempts to find words.

“I don’t…” How does she explain it? There’s so much involved...so much on the line, and it’s all hinging on what’s to come. Worst of all, she isn’t even sure how much she can do, how much of her fate has been predetermined, even before the Akatsuki leader and his celestial entourage packed up and started their journey over so she may kneel at their feet. “I don’t...know what to do,” she says, at first as an excuse but then finding that’s really just it. She has no idea what to do.

Tobi tilts his head. “What do you mean?” They continue to walk for a few more paces, a bite of her bottom lip as she thinks and feels, the murmurs of water more muted in these halls but not gone.

“I don’t know what they want,” she admits, eyes glued to their shoes. “I don’t know why, only now, they’re coming...and…” Her head bows even lower, expression more despondent. “I don’t know how to make them happy with me.”

So that’s it.

He nearly thinks to call her silly...but only his lady from the stars would care so much about being so good.

“Of course they’ll be happy,” the whisper continues, free of persona despite the simplicity, the lightheartedness of the sentence; the next weighs it down. “...Even if they won’t be right away.”

...That’s enough to make her look at him, intrigue and curiosity, the gray nature of life and the “what ifs”...that’s the most convincing truth of all. He never stopped holding her hand, but somehow, it seems more poignant now.

“If you are who you are…” a hurt, lonely soul says. “...Then everything will be just fine.”

She stares at him, lips parting to speak—

And just like that...he stops. Their destination has been reached. The piano waits for her, next to her propped up guitar, in the room where she’s played music for ears who listen like she’s sent from above. All she has to do, Obito knows, is manage it again. Do what she does best...and then he'll see what she’s really, truly capable of.

He has faith in that, as surely as his red eye will shine up in the sky.

A clasp, a tightening on her wrist— just enough so for her to know that Tobi doesn’t want to let her go yet as she tries to step away. Her hand moves back to her side, and black fingers slip in between hers, neither yet home to a ring.

But who needs that when you wear the crown?

The slight grit of moon-chilled ceramic presses onto her cheek, so very, very intentionally in the same movement as a kiss, though she will second guess that till the end regardless of any shivers or lost breath. Obito pulls away, and he has to be Tobi again.

“You’ll be great!”

A cheery voice to hide, to help her forget what just happened. By all appearances...it works. She smiles so nicely...and he finally lets go. The woman steps into her chamber and waits for the challengers of her next hard-fought battle.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

'Cause you're popping the cork, you get lost in your brain

And you lose touch with all the things that made you feel sane

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The rain always seems to miss touching them, Tobi notes, as he opens the door to the two he’s been waiting for. Not a single slick of water trailing down those red clouds, though perhaps considering the source of this rain, it makes sense. One bag each, Pain and Konan step through the threshold of their strange new base. Neither say a word, the darkness of an unlit house being peered at for details by keen eyes. Tobi allows them to enter...and then he slips away.

The rest is up to her.

The musician exhales, doing her best to release the tension in her shoulders as the sound of walking grows in volume over the coming seconds, moments, minutes. She sits at the bench of the piano, though her back is to it. She’s picked her song, and she tunes her guitar.

The pitter-patter of raindrops, of all the tears she’s cried...of every note she’s ever played. She funnels it all into the plucks of her copper strings...and she begs, so earnestly:

See me as your equal.

Be honest with me.

And I’ll try to be honest with you.

The rain falls outside and she steadies herself as once again, perhaps for the last time, the boat that is her life is rocked by the arrival of someone scary and new. It’s a lyrical melody so intensely desperate as you face the eye of the storm and try to plead to it...in order to bargain with your very self.

Konan feels lost breath in her chest as the song echoes from the belly of this strange house.

You can fit everything you know

In a bottle for you to show

As she stops, so does her god, because even he too needs to contemplate and listen.

Pick your brain apart and put it in

And like a ghost, the line echos, like you’re speaking into a cave. The next words swallow it up.

And build it again with needles and pins

Be smart, be vulnerable, be poised, be...you. The lessons her friends had to give before they left trace the goosebumps on her skin and soak in like she's being left outside with no umbrella. She hears the swishing of the ocean, like she's in the mouth of a whale that's cracked its lips open to eat...

In.

Out.

All the remembered from that day, at that time...was waiting. The water encroaching little by little, lap by lap, like breathing in and out as she waited on the beach to be taken away. Imagined or not...she swears now, only now...that she can hear what it was like when it finally embraced.

The stranger closes her eyes and just like that...three stories of a home are drowned underwater. She has rinsed her hands clean until she has flooded this house, and there is nothing to show for it except a waterlogged boat and its locked chest of treasures. It's hers. It's all she has...but it is hers.

Everything you have earned is a ship

With blue waves crashing into it

The other woman raises her orange-amber stare, bright in the gloomy dark. A glance to Pain and it is clear... He’s deciphering it, too. A long, long look at a ghost of her own...

Oh, Nagato, she wonders...what do you mean to find?

Perhaps he knows. Perhaps he doesn’t. That’s not her position to judge. Loyal till death, as soon as he walks again, she follows, nearly by his side but not quite. As they draw closer to the source, it gets louder. There are no drums— the performer only has two hands— but the intent is clear: the clamoring, the strength, the holding on for dear life. Crash, crash, crash. Shout orders to the mirrors in your psyche and hope they listen, lest you don't make it out alive.

The pierced man with the whole universe in his eyes will, he promises. He will hold on. He will discover. He will know.

So deeply that it’ll be like sinking to the bottom of the sea.

You set sail alone, there is no crew

No one on the deck who can help you

This is all your own battle to win

This is your ship and you are the captain

Her voice isn’t perfect. It quivers in her throat and words fumble into each other upon a tongue heavy with bravery. But that’s fine. It has to be fine.

Surely it is better if she drops the facade of being fine in any other way.

Please, she hopes...please…! All she wants from you, holy leader, is to be on even ground. But that's a tall order; she’s asking this from the worst person you can. He is, after all, no mere man.

But even his angel can see something tremble in the rings that make his eyes, an alteration in the orbit his existence takes, their path of pain. They’ve talked so much...thought so much, both said and unsaid. And even now, she isn’t sure...

...As she looks at the pale face of her possessed, dead friend...

...What he really is thinking when Pain hears the traveler's voice?

She focuses on this so much that it makes it easier to stop thinking for herself, if even for a moment. That is, after all, what she always intends to do.

Oh, captain, let's make a deal

Where we both say the things that we both really feel

I feel scared and I'm starting to sink

And I only sink deeper the deeper I think

The building, halls and walls and floors and all, drowned in blue and starlight guides them to their destination, to the source of all this mystery, into the otherwordly and unknowable and incomprehensible. Oh captain, the woman begs, deal. Shake my hand, tell me your secret, and maybe then I'll finally know why I'm still here. Have mercy— have mercy on a poor sinner such as she.

Oh, captain, deal

And her battle to fight alone begins, a few more, harsh strums of the guitar’s strings and it’s over. Standing in the doorway, dry as bones in the heart of a ship in a bottle, are Poseidon and Thalassa. If they want to find out about her world— her discovers theirs—...then here it goes. Draw swords and hear the blades sharpening as they strike together, and maybe in between will be something worthwhile.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Oh, captain, deal

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

[munchbell45]

Have some sweet NagaKona Fluff for Day 2 of Nagato Week!

This was for Nagato Week, hosted by @ame-trio-birthday-bash . The prompt was "Animal Companion."

Summary: Konan comes back home to tell Nagato that she wants to adopt a dog. At first, Nagato's hesitant. Can he and Konan afford to take care of a dog? Is he willing to let another loved one into his life?

And yet, his heart is stolen anyway.

Additional Tags: Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Amegakure | Hidden Rain Village, Nagato Lives, Konan Lives, Post-Fourth Shinobi War, Pets, Domestic Fluff, One Shot

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: Obito thought quickly. "They're part of a... club... for babysitters." "A club," said Kakashi, flat. "Yep. A... babysitter's club." "I see," said Kakashi, who clearly didn't see at all. "Yeah, the clouds on the coats are supposed to be a soothing visual for kids?" Obito said, as he decided to dig himself deeper. "In red and black." "Okay, the color scheme could maybe stand to be changed," Obito conceded. He heard Konan snort from underneath the table. He glanced briefly at Hidan, who was now shaking his shoulders, and the entire curtain, laughing at Obito. --- (Kakashi decides to raise Naruto. The Akatsuki takes a new direction.)

Author: @sloaners

Note from submitter: It's really funny actually.

[untitledgirl5173]

NEW FANFIC: KYON VS THE WORLD.

(Yeah, it's another fusion fic. Im not sorry. )

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SUMMARY: Kyon Pilgrim is 25, Has no job, And is dating a 19 year old. Its safe to say his life could be going better. But a chance meeting with the girl of his dreams (literally) might just get him to turn his life around. Join Kyon and Haruhi on an adventure that might feel just a bit familiar as Kyon battles Haruhi's Evil-Exes to prove once and for all that he is NOT a loser.

A fusion of Scott Pilgrim and Haruhi Suzumiya that I wrote because I'm a complete nerd. I hope you enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: This story is more about Haruhi than Scott Pilgrim. Just to set expectations.

Preview under the cut

I sat in my friend Taniguchi Stiles' house mixing my cereal into the bowl of milk i had prepared. I could feel the disapproving eyes of our Drummer, Yuki Pines, boring into my dang skull. “You are biologically more developed than her.” She noted flatly and with obvious disapproval.

“Is she hot?” Taniguchi asked with a slight interest in his voice. Of course he would ask that.

“I'm not playing your games kids~” I responded, I wasn’t going to let their disapproval get to me. Sure, Mikuru was just starting college. But that’s not bad compared to what I could be doing. I could be dating a 17 year old?! But what kind of loser (Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World. Directed by Edgar Wright, Universal Pictures, 2010.) would do something like that? How am I being made to be some kind of heartless villain?

Yuki stared forward at me with her normal blankness before shrugging. “Are you not like 30?” She asked with such a deadpan tone it pissed me off.

“I AM 25!” I retaliated back, Inadvertently spilling half of my milk. I grumbled and looked down at my now white stained shirt. I grabbed a fistful of paper towels and started to wipe.

Later after thankfully cleaning up my shirt, We stood in formation. Yuki Pines sat in the middle behind Taniguchi on Lead Guitar and myself on Bass. She spun her drumstick on her knuckles with a deadpan look of fascination. I tuned my bass until it sounded good enough that it wouldn't hurt anyone's ears too badly.

“So… Have you kissed?” Taniguchi asked as he stood, staring at me with his usual dumb looking face. I sighed and opened my mouth to speak.

“No, We haven’t even held hand-”

“WE ARE THE SOS BRIGADE!! ONE TWO ONE TWO THREE FOUR!!!”

[lemony-snickers]

april showers masterlist.

some hopefully comforting fics to get you through the grey sprintime weather. <3

1 - kakashi hatake with prompt "spring cleaning"

2 - naruhina with prompts "hanami" and "unintentional kiss"

3 - tenzo with prompt "petrichor"

4 - itachi uchiha with prompt "dancing in the rain"

5 - kakaobi with prompt "unintentional kiss"

6 - kakaoc with prompt "dancing in the rain" (oc: saya)

7 - konan & nagato with prompts "choosing a bouquet" and "bird watching"

8 - kakashi/reader with prompt "tentative hand holding"

9 - kakashi/reader with prompt "tender forehead touches"

10 - kakaoc with prompt "seedlings" (oc: risa)

11 - kakayama with prompt "tentative hand holding"

12 - gai/reader with prompts "dancing in the rain"

[yahikonann]

The Bra

Pairing : Nagato x Reader

Yahiko x Konan

P.S: I've been writing this for a looooong time! But it's still not finished so this is part 1.

Summary: You and Konan want to attract your boys and Koran suggest to buy a bra too seduce them😈

Please note: slight fluff, sweet Nagato, self restraing Yakiko and smut ( a little this part)

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"do you think he has feelings for me?"

Konan asked you anxiously. You two were on your way to Amegakure to buy some things for your small house that were in the middle of nowhere. You two did this every 2 weeks and sometimes Yahiko and Nagato came.

" I think yes" Konan, "he stares at you differently, you know? That kind of look."

She bit her lips, pissed off.

"then why doesn't he make a move? I've been waiting so long to be with him. I can't take it anymore."

She said angrily, moving her hands in space.

You giggled. You knew Konan loved Yahiko and knew Yahiko loved her too, but it was a question for you too. Why didn't Yahiko make a move?

" I understand Nagato, he's so shy to make a move on you but Yahiko's not like him, ughhh."

You blushed as you heard Nagatos name.

"he doesn't like me like that, you know."

You put your head down as you whispered.

You loved the redhead boy but you were too shy to show or tell him.

And he was so shy too.

And so out of confidence.

But you still loved him.

"pfff don't say that to me! I see him every day how he eats you with his eyes! He wants you so damn much."

Konan pitted on your shoulder while talking like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

-

Your stomach flattered, thinking about Nagato liking you back. But then why didn't he make a move too?

" it doesn't matter if he doesn't make a move on me! I'm tired of these one-sided feelings too, Konan."

Konan sighed and then looked at the sky.

"Then maybe we should make a move."

You nodded as you arrived at one special store you both needed to buy things every 3 months.

Underwear.

Konan smirked and entered the shop first.

The young girl behind the counter smiled.

"hello beautiful ladies, how may I help you?"

Both of you needed a bra, panties and underwear for the boys.

Konan leaned against the counter, whispering sexily.

"give us the sexiest bra you have darling. I need to make someone shake as they saw my boobs."

The girl smiled deviously and you shivered.

Poor Yahiko.

And Nagato.

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" we're back boys!"

You said loudly as you and konan entered your small house.

The boys were playing a card game on the table. Yahiko looked at you.

" finally! Why this late? You two never come back this late! "

Konan put her hand around your neck, smiling innocently at him.

"the store we buy underwear has got really beautiful bras! It was so hard for us to choose, that's why... Oh by way, we bought you boxers too!"

Then she put a small pack on the table and laughed nervously.

"they had only this model... I hope it will be good for you both! Oh and Nagato!"

The redhead boy looking at her innocently

"what?"

Konan giggled the whispered deviously.

"Y/N bought you purple since you loveee purple."

He blushed and looked down.

"oh, thank you Y/N."

You bit your lips, looking at him saying you're welcome.

But he didn't turn up his head to look at you.

Konan smirked.

" Y/N bought a skirt too. They had really pretty clothes today, from lingeries to other things. I wish I could buy them all."

She sight. Yahiko frowned, then firmly said.

"we don't need this stuff. We should save money for our future."

Konan stared at him.

" yeah I know cuz I don't have a boyfriend to wear those for him! "

She said bitterly then walked away, going out. The room went silent. You took a deep breath.

"we are girls Yahiko. We love this stuff. You shouldn't have told her that. We just bought fantasy clothes."

"I didn't mean it like that... It's just.. I..."

He put his head down, regretting his words.

Suddenly something sparkles in your head. You didn't know what would Konan's reaction be  but this wouldn't hurt.

You gulped.

"in town, someone asked her out."

"WHAT?!?!!"

Nagato and Yahiko shouted at the same time.

"Shhhh! She doesn't know I'm telling you this! So don't make it obvious in front of her!"

You saw Yahiko fisted his hand.

Looked like the plan was going to work.

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You wore your skirt when the three were out. Taking a look in the mirror you cursed Konan. This was so short! Your thighs were showing off sexily and a bent was enough to show your ass.

Damn you Konan!

" but it's too short Konan, I can't wear this!"

Konan grabbed your hand firmly.

" you want Nagato or not?" You nodded quickly. " Then pay attention to what he loves! He stares at your legs whenever you show off some skin! He has a thing for thighs and ass , exactly opposite of Yahiko who love tits!"

You bit your lips

" ok then. I'll buy it."

But maybe you shouldn't. You couldn't wear this in front of him. What would he even think? It was purple, his favourite colour. Still, you couldn't deny, you looked sexy as hell.

"I'm back! Is anyon-"

Your head immediately turned toward his voice. Nagato was there. Stood by the door, his mouth open as he stares at your skirt.

Your milky legs.

"N-Nagato, I thought y-you were in town."

You said, trying to pull your skirt down maybe to cover yourself more.

Nagato gulped, closed the door without breaking his stare from your legs.

"yeah, but remembered I left something home so I came back."

He came closer and in each step you took a step back. Until you reached the wooden wall. Nagato stood closely in front of you.

"I didn't know you have skirts."

His voice was low, like a whisper that was only for you to hear.

You shrank as you fist your hand unconsciously.

" I-I didn't. I just bought this. Told you so that day. "

This was what you always wanted. Him paying attention to you. But now you got so embarrassed to do something.

"oh? With Konan? Did you buy a bra too?"

Your face flushed. When did he get this confident?

You nodded slowly. You wore that today before you put on your skirt.

Nagato took a step back to take a look at you head to toe.

- you are wearing it now, don't you?

Your eyes winded as you look into his eyes. How did he...?

- it shows off your breasts so nicely, besides that skirt.

You felt your gaze become blurred. Was he humiliating you? Was he that sweet Nagato you liked?

Before a drop fall from your eyes, you pushed him hard to run to the room but he was quicker, hugging you from behind.

- Y/N -

- let me GO!

You cried out, trying to break free.

- I didn't mean it l-like that..

He said lowly, unconfident like how he is always. You calmed down in his arms then sniffed.

- y-you look really beautiful, you know? I was so shocked at first, that's why I react like that.

You bit your lips.

Yeah, that's why you got out of your mind and acted manly and flirted with me!

And how I ruined it...

"don't be mad at me, please."

And how could you, when he was this sweet.

- I'm not, it was new to me too, wearing these things..."

You said shyly and pulled away from his grip.

But maybe you could still fix this and get with him. You just needed a little more confidence now.

- so is it pretty?

You said innocently, spin on your kneel.

Then you saw it again in his eyes.

Lust.

The way he looked at your legs. You gulped as you felt yourself turning on under his glare.

He came a step closer, trying to act courageously.

- very, especially in this colour.

You smirked. In his favourite colour.

- then maybe I should wear skirts more.

He reached to you and you felt the wooden wall again behind you. His hand shifted on your hips, touching the hem of your skirt.

- oh no. you can't.

Deep down you knew why but wanted to continue this game.

You rubbed your legs in way he got aware.

- but why? I want to look beautiful Nagato.

Again you tried to talk as innocent as possible.

You felt his hands moving under your skirt, touching your bare smooth skin.

You shivered and he smirked.

- you must wear this for your man only.

He whispered in your ear, his voice huskier than anytime you heard. You choked as he nibbled gently on your earlobe.

- b-but I don't have a m-man...

You suppressed your moan when he started to plant chaste kisses on your neck.

- you have now.

Before you could do something, he kissed you. At first he was shy but you kissed him back quickly to give him more confidence.

He finally kissed you. You eagerly opend your mouth, moaning as you deepen the kiss. He pushed you against the wall kissing you hungrily, sudden showing all the intentions he had kept inside.

"N-Nagato..." he kissed your neck slowly,  each kiss like rooting a new seed. Your body Shivered and a sudden loud moan escaped your mouth. "So this is what they call weak spot" he whispered as he kissed that spot, sucking hard enough to leave a bruise. You clutched his hair, pulling him closer. " it'll leave a mark..." You whispered in his ear. He licked the Hickey he just made, hands grabbing your ass, squeezing softly. " you're going to be marked constantly from today" he kissed you again, hugging you and laying you on the mattress.

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To be continue.....😈

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New fic just dropped!

I wrote this fic for Fest no Jutsu 2024 and today they revealed the name of the writers/artists that made the prompts. I had a lot of fun participating/writing/discussing/reading/prompting in the event kudos to @gerardwayissexah and the other organizers!

I know it's not my usual ObiKaka, but I loved the -- Konan/Yahiko/Nagato decide to adopt Karin -- prompt so much that even if it wasn't a romantic fic like I usually do, I still wanted to write it! Please check it out!

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tl;dr: An angsty minimal-dialogue take from Nagato's perspective on Konan's behavior through their years in the new Akatsuki.

Excerpt:

Nagato slips into the Tendo path's consciousness. He expects darkness, but finds heaven instead. Slender, soft fingers idly thread themselves through Tendo's hair; caressing Tendo's cheek. He longs to greet his admirer. Rinnegan eyes crack open and bear witness to the fleeting image of Konan's unpainted lips curled into an arc, shining like the sun. As quick as he sees it, her smile shatters under horror and shame. The light retreats from her quicker than the love from her fingers as she realizes the bright sparkle of Yahiko's eyes is Nagato's instead. Hurt floods him.

He speaks to her through Tendo; cold and unforgiving. "What are you doing here?" Red beads on her lip as she sinks her teeth into it. “Leave, Konan.”

(Keep Reading on Ao3)

[coffyao]

imprint me prologue

link to my a03: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Lalaloopsyland

summary: pessimism plaguing his life, obito seeks refuge in a tattoo studio, hoping to ease his pain by imprinting it all over his skin. however, physical attraction is inevitable, and he simply can’t help himself if it means desiring what is difficult to have.

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He unlocked his front door, and stepped over the black trash bags that were gathered on his doorway, ignoring the decomposed banana peels that stuck out and threw himself on his cream sofa, stained by patches of dried coffee, and energy drinks. 

He loosened up his tie and took his laptop from his backpack, opening it up and starting a new text document, and started typing, erratic fingertips tapping the keyboard. 

_ _

A wilted rose 

I arrived at a garden 

I’ve seen tulips 

And I've watered peonies 

But I'll never forget the day 

I got to witness you 

In your melancholy form 

The regret  

you have hidden in your layers 

I only want to embrace you 

-- 

He saved the document, and took a business card from his pocket, opening another tab. He had to send the message to relieve himself before the disgust that he felt deep in his stomach would catch up to him.  

[phlebaswrites]

The Annals of the Akatsuki

Summary:

The Akatsuki have never been what anyone would call normal.

(They still aren't.)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Fandom: Naruto Relationship: Gen Word Count: approximately 2K (Complete and posts one chapter daily)

This story is for @kurakura0-0 and @dominaaurum, both of whom idea bounced with me as I plotted it.

I know it's been a long time coming, thank you for waiting!

Yahiko: *yelling* How could you be so reckless!

Nagato: It was for the mission!

Yahiko: *snatching a paper fan out of Konan's hand and hitting Nagato with it* It was stupid!

Nagato: *fending him off* Ow! Yahiko!

Yahiko: *hitting Nagato repeatedly on the shoulders* You have a family here! Siblings! You have to come home to them!

Nagato: Ow, ow, ow! Yes, alright? Yes, I won't do it again!

Konan: *folding her arms over her chest* Good.

Read the rest on AO3.