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uchihashisuii · 3 years ago

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something old, something new - Shisui/Itachi

Summary: Nothing brings people together quite like a wedding. Non-mass AU

Word Count: 4417

Author’s Note: this was written for ShiIta Week a good while ago and I realized I never posted it here oops

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Itachi gazes silently at his reflection in his mother's vanity, and wonders if he looks any different. He thinks he should, seeing as today he's getting married.

He's heard all the stories of blushing brides, and a certain glow that couples share on their wedding day. Excitement and nerves both rush through his veins in a heady combination that makes his heart pound, but Itachi doesn't think it makes him glow. He looks a bit ill, actually.

From the open window of his mother's bedroom, Itachi can hear the steadily-building murmur of conversation and laughter, as members of their family arrive ahead of the planned procession to the Naka Shrine. His thin fingers move of their own volition to grasp at the necklace that sits in the hollow of his throat, twining his fingers through the thin leather. The cool metal of the triple rings is a grounding touch, as he tries to swallow down his anxiety.

"Second thoughts?" His mother's voice interrupts, Itachi glancing at her in the mirror. Mikoto is lovely in her pale blue kimono, grey-streaked black hair twisted into a bun at the back of her neck. Her reflection smiles softly at him from her spot in the doorway, a wide and flat box held in her arms.

"Never," Itachi answers immediately. And he isn't, not at all. But to declare himself and his love for Shisui in front of the clan and all their friends - it's a daunting challenge. He isn't the type to be quite so public about his affections, much more comfortable to show Shisui his devotion and care in the privacy of their own home. It had taken months of slapped hands and his face on fire to even accept the chaste kisses Shisui loves to plant on his cheek. And now, to speak aloud his fondness and sentiment with hand-written vows in front of a crowd -

His face flushes pink, dark eyes drawn back to his own reflection.

"Does there have to be quite so many people?" Itachi asks his mother, pushing back the wide sleeve of his kimono to reach for the small stick of eyeliner that sits next to all manner of makeup and creams, most of which his mother have already applied to him.

"The clan heir is getting married. We have to stand on ceremony for that," Mikoto replies with a soft sigh, placing the box down on the bed. Her fingers trace over the top, an indulgent smile curving her lips. "The ceremony will go by quicker than you think. And then you'll forget about everything other than how full your heart is."

Itachi hums under his breath, tongue peeking between his lips as he leans forward, nose almost pressing against the cool surface of the mirror. Shisui had spent hours teaching him the proper way to apply the kohl to his lids, the trick to winging it out to make his eyes look large and bright. He felt a bit silly at first, holding a stick of makeup the same way he wields a kunai, but he can't deny how lovely it makes him feel. He thinks he might understand his fiancé's attachment to eyeliner now.

Fiancé. Soon-to-be husband. Itachi feels his stomach tighten, and doesn't bother to suppress the smile that curves his mouth, his hand steady and sure as he darkens his waterline.

Mikoto bustles about the room behind him, humming an old song as she flits from the closet to the en-suite bathroom and back again, the bed slowly filling with generous amounts of silk and expensive accessories. He recognizes the fan he will hold during the procession to the shrine and for photos - a lovingly hand-painted sensu decorated with carnations and ume that had been among the gifts from Shisui's mother for the occasion. The fact that they would both be using a sensu instead of an uchiwa is an irony they had laughed about just the night before. Next to it sits a pair of wooden sandals and tabi socks, and thick pleated pants he would be wearing over his kimono. Itachi pauses on his second eye to arch a single brow, turning in his seat to watch his mother.

Her hands smooth over the box that still sits in the middle of the mattress, bottom lip caught between her teeth. Feeling his eyes on her, Mikoto glances up with a tight smile.

"I have a couple of gifts for you. Well - one from me, and one from your father."

Itachi's brows reach his hairline. "From otosan?" He doesn't bother to hide his shock, staring at his mother dubiously. It's no secret that he and his father have never been particularly close - Fugaku's pride for Itachi's prodigious talent as a shinobi often painting him as more a stern mentor than doting parent. Add to the fact he had only grudgingly accepted Itachi's union to Shisui - you need to have children still echoes in his ears; always more concerned with the future of the clan than the happiness of his sons ... Well it, frankly, mystifies Itachi. He tries to hide his reaction in turning back to the mirror, finishing off the wings of his eyeliner.

Mikoto's face falls, as if sensing her son's thoughts. "I know he's - well, the way that he is. But he loves you, and he loves Sasuke. I think he's finally realizing that he never showed you, though, now that he sees you're about to move on to the next stage of your life."

Itachi isn't sure what to say. There is deep-seated bitterness in his heart when he thinks about his father, and the way he had largely ignored Sasuke in favor of putting more pressure on Itachi. His hand tightens around the eyeliner, swallowing down his sudden frustration. If Fugaku had offered an olive branch, on the day of his wedding no less; well, Itachi supposes it deserves a fair chance.

He takes a steadying breath, wordlessly nodding at his mother. Mikoto's smile returns, and she leans down to pull the top off that mysterious dark box. Itachi cannot quench his burning curiosity; satisfied with his handiwork, he places the liner back down on the vanity and turns in time to watch his mother part a thin sheet of tissue paper. She pulls free a long piece of fabric, shaking it out before holding it tight to her chest, her gaze far-away and her smile bright. Itachi can see that it is a haori, from the drop of the sleeves and the Uchiha fan sewed against the sleeve. He knows without looking that there are probably four more crests decorating it, which would mean -

"It's the one he wore, on our wedding," Mikoto explains in a low voice, confirming his guess. Itachi sucks in a breath, hand moving to tangle instinctively in his necklace.

To wear his father's haori, it just - it isn't done, not in a family like theirs. Not amongst men who barely hold a conversation that doesn't devolve into an argument. Not when it had been drilled in his head since infancy that appearances are everything; they are the family of the Uchiha clan leader, they must always act with poise and look their best. And, in a wedding's case, everything must be bold and expensive and new. To show their station, their elegance, and their wealth.

A faded haori, with frayed sleeves and a size too large for Itachi's thin frame, worn on the day the clan heir would be wed. It's unthinkable. But it sends quite the message, from father to son. It's personal; the sentiment and care behind such a thing isn't lost on Itachi, and he finds himself nodding, too struck by something warm in his chest to speak.

Mikoto's eyes brighten with tears, and she swiftly waves her hand at him with a watery laugh. "Mothers are supposed to cry during weddings. Come on, I'll start on your hair." She makes no further mention of the haori, instead lays it on the bed gently, her fingers caressing one of the five Uchiha crests embroidered on the dark fabric. It gives Itachi a moment to compose himself, blinking away his rush of emotion; he makes a mental note to speak privately with his father, when time permits.

Mikoto discreetly wipes at her wet eyes and takes a steadying breath, before moving to stand behind Itachi. He leans back into her with a small sigh, eyes falling shut as Mikoto's fingers card through his hair. It feels wonderful, and brings memories of him being waist-high, his mother's hands warm and gentle as she pulled his hair into a low tail.

"Keep your eyes closed," she says after a moment, "I don't want you to see yourself until everything's done."

There is silence after that, as Mikoto works with practiced fingers. She combs and parts and twists his hair effortlessly, tongue peeking out between her lips as she concentrates. It gives Itachi the opportunity to ruminate, his thoughts moving from his father's unanticipated act of care, to the man he'll be sharing his life with, in just a few hours.

Not a lot will change, he suspects with a secret smile. He and Shisui had been intertwined since childhood; though love and romance had come much later, they had already been entrenched in one another for as long as Itachi can remember. They live together, they love together. Once Shisui is his husband -my husband, he silently mouths to himself, eyes still firmly shut so he doesn't see Mikoto's knowing smile- then all that's different will be the twin rings worn on their hands. Shisui will still be an aggressive cuddler in his sleep, will still be the one to make breakfast or darn Itachi's socks. Itachi will still roll over in bed and bury his face in Shisui's neck, will still have the uncanny ability to know when Shisui had a long day and start a bath for him.

Only now, it'll be Itachi's husband he's running a bath for. Shisui's husband is talented in every way except sewing his clothes. Husband. Husband. Husband.

Itachi finds he doesn't mind that. Not at all.

Even without opening his eyes Itachi can feel his mother's smile, especially in the gentle way she braids his dark hair, twisting it into a bun on the back of his neck. A sudden thought springs to his mind, and he parts his lips to speak.

"What about yours, okasan? Your gift?"

Mikoto chuckles, moving the spinning stool he sits in to face her. His eyes flutter open, looking to his mother's smiling face.

Without warning, Mikoto reaches out to tap him in the middle of his forehead. Itachi startles, brows pinching together as he makes a noise low in his throat. His mother only laughs, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of his head, before moving towards the bed.

"I meant to give this to you earlier, but with all the wedding planning it's been a bit hectic," she says, picking up a small golden box from beside his father's haori. She brings it to him, Itachi taking the surprisingly heavy box with an arched brow.

"I saw it and thought it would look beautiful on you," she adds, almost shyly. Itachi tilts his head to the side, before pulling the box open.

Nestled amongst origami flowers sits an elaborate kanzashi. The two-pronged hairstick is polished black, decorated at the end with a thumb-sized dark red plate, the metal crafted to resemble an uchiwa. Delicate chains fall like water from the rounded plate, decorated with impossibly tiny bells and little red flowers. Nestled beneath it is a matching black hairclip, with fabric expertly folded to resemble ume flowers, in a lovely shade of sharingan-red.

They're stunning, and Itachi looks at his mother with wide eyes. He had never received a gift that wasn't combat-related; and whilst he's never been particular about his looks, he's already fallen a little in love with the kanzashi.

"Thank you, okasan. It's beautiful," Itachi says, smiling. Mikoto looks as though she's about to burst into tears at any moment, waving her hand at him and swallowing audibly. Without a word she lifts the hairstick and clip, moving to affix it to his hair.

With a final deep breath, Mikoto steps back and brings a hand to her mouth. "Oh, Itachi," she whispers, once more blinking away tears, "you're going to break hearts."

Heart-breakingly beautiful is a phrase he'd never imagined to be said of himself, so it is with a healthy amount of doubt he turns to look at the mirror. And stares.

Itachi gazes at his reflection, lips parting. He had never considered himself vain -Shisui would disagree, claiming Itachi loves his hair more than him- yet he cannot deny that his mother's efforts had turned him into something quite beautiful.

His long hair is braided on the side, pulled and twisted back into a low bun. The kanzashi is pushed through the bun, with the metal uchiwa sticking out just past his ear, the chains hanging down his neck. The flowers catch the light, bells tinkling musically with his every movement. The other kanzashi is clipped along the opposite side of his head, curving over the bun and above his ear.

Itachi looks at himself with wonder, tilting his head this way and that to make the hanging bells chime; he has that sought-after glow, he thinks with a breathless laugh. The kohl makes his eyes look brighter, which in turn eases the severity of his tear troughs. There is a dusting of pale red blush on the smooth cream of his cheek, and his mouth is delicately painted with a light shell-pink. He looks like his mother, he realizes suddenly. Stunningly beautiful, and Itachi finds he doesn't mind the femininity of it. Rather likes it, in fact; his smile shifts to something wry when he imagines the look on Shisui's face when he sees him.

He doesn't have to imagine for too long, it turns out.

Itachi turns at the sound of a rushed knock on the closed bedroom door. He shares a look with his mother, her brows furrowed, before she goes to open the door. She makes a surprised noise low in her throat, pulling the door closed to prevent whoever knocked from looking inside.

"Shisui," Mikoto says, her voice warm. Itachi sits up straighter, his breath leaving him in a quick gust. "We're almost done, should be out in a few minutes -"

"Sorry, okasan," Shisui interrupts with a nervous-sounding laugh. "But there's kind of an emergency. Nothing bad! Just, well, another case of Obito sticking his foot pretty far in his mouth. About Sakura."

Mikoto goes still. "He did notice she's pregnant, right? And that her temper has been...Well..."

As if on cue, from the open window there comes the thunderous crack of what Itachi thinks might be a tree trunk. And if he knows his otouto's wife, that very well may be the case, pregnant or not. The hushed voices of everyone gathered outside goes silent, and Itachi lifts himself from his chair.

"I'd really rather nobody die on my wedding day," Shisui breaks the silence with another nervous laugh. The comment makes Itachi snort, reaching to pull on his pleated hakama.

Mikoto makes a frustrated noise in her throat, before turning to step into her sandals. She looks up at Itachi -now fully dressed, save for the haori- who simply nods, and his mother opens the door.

Shisui stands on the other side, tall and broad and oh, Itachi feels himself fall just a little more in love at the sight of him. His kimono is long and black, hakama a solid charcoal gray. His haori is lined with a bright pattern of ume flowers and crows in flight, a pale cord tying it together across his abdomen. Itachi swallows thickly at the sight of him so put-together, though he is silently relieved when his gaze wanders to see Shisui's errant curls have been left to fall haphazardly across his forehead. From here, Itachi can see the glint of metal hanging from his ears, and laughs quietly to himself. The cascade of the silver bar tipped with red flowers match his kanzashi perfectly, and Itachi knows without asking that they must have been a gift from his mother.

Shisui's kohl-lined eyes shift to look over Mikoto's shoulder, catching sight of Itachi. He can't help but preen silently as Shisui's eyes go wide, his hand shooting out to grab at the door for balance.

"Itachi." Shisui breathes out his name, barely above a whisper. His face has gone red, free hand coming up to cover his mouth. Itachi offers a small smile, feeling suddenly shy as he inclines his head towards Shisui. The bells on his kanzashi chime.

The moment is broken by a sudden shout of "SHANNARO!", spurring Mikoto to shove her way past Shisui, muttering under her breath. Before she disappears down the hall, however, she points a finger into Shisui's chest.

"Behave," is all she says before she's gone.

Shisui still hasn't pulled his gaze from Itachi, and it makes him want to fidget under such a heavy stare. Achingly slowly, Shisui takes a small step, and then another, until he's inside the bedroom, pulling the door closed behind him. When he speaks, he sounds almost pained.

"You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," Shisui manages to breathe out, his expression filled with wonder.

Itachi laughs, breathless and musical. "Funny, I wanted to say the same thing about you." His throat feels tight, as the sudden realization of what they're doing hits him with full force. They're getting married today; he's going to marry his best friend, they're going to be husbands. This stunningly handsome, ridiculous man is in love with him, and they're going to get married.

Itachi doesn't know whether he wants to laugh or cry. He's overwhelmed out of blue, but overwhelmed with happiness and love and fuck he wants to kiss Shisui right now.

Something in his expression must shift to reflect his thoughts; Shisui's eyes begin to darken and before Itachi can even take a breath he finds himself pressed up against the wall. Shisui's hand cradles the back of his neck to keep the kanzashi from getting crushed, his hips pinning Itachi in place. When he instinctively gasps Shisui is there to swallow the sound, warm tongue licking into his mouth. Arousal pools, hot and heavy in his stomach, as his hands reach up to fist in Shisui's hair.

"You," Shisui growls against his mouth, speaking in-between heated kisses that make Itachi's head swim, "can't possibly call me beautiful, when you stand there, looking like that -" Shisui breaks off with a groan, hand tightening on the back of Itachi's neck. "I would worship at your feet if you let me, Itachi, you're so fucking beautiful it breaks my heart -"

He cuts himself off with a hiss when Itachi's nails dig into his scalp, Shisui snapping his hips to grind himself against him. Itachi feels dizzy with the sensation, doubly so when Shisui moves to kiss at his throat with teeth and tongue.

"Do we - do we have time?" Itachi somehow manages to stutter out, feeling his cock pulse at every nip from Shisui's mouth. He's already needy, already desperate; kami he wants this, wants Shisui, wants his husband -

There's the distinct sound of wooden sandals coming up the hall, and Itachi barely stops himself from slamming his head back against the wall in frustration. His face heats as Shisui pulls away with a final parting kiss to the underside of his jaw, moving to run a hand back through his hair.

Itachi's smirk is wry at the sight of lipstick smeared across Shisui's mouth, shooting the other man a wordless wink when he meets his eye.

"I'll see you at the altar," Itachi whispers, leaning up to press a kiss against Shisui's cheek, just as the door opens.

"I'll be the one in gray," Shisui whispers back, stopping to cup Itachi's cheek, grinning widely.

Itachi snorts a quiet laugh, shoving his hand away. "Idiot," he says, tone warm with affection. Shisui passes Mikoto on his way out, the woman arching a single brow at Itachi, who does nothing but shrug. He moves back to the vanity, and works on fixing his mussed mouth.

Mikoto heaves a put-upon sigh, reaching for his father's haori. "I was gone for two minutes, and suddenly I've got a pair of grooms with lipstick stains."

"Odd, how that happens," Itachi replies with a hum. He effortlessly dodges the sandal that she throws at him.

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When he's dressed and ready, the afternoon passes in a blur. He greets everyone with a small smile, endures the fawning, and smirks at the sight of Obito's black eye. There isn't time to stand and chat, not when they have a wedding to attend; Mikoto ushers everyone into the compound like any hardened general, and the procession to the shrine begins.

Shisui stands tall and handsome at Itachi's side, grinning at passersby, waving and shouting "I'm getting married today!" to anyone who will listen. Itachi does his best to hide behind his fan, a deep flush ever-present on his pale cheeks since Shisui had insisted on holding his hand the entire walk to the shrine.

Their parents lead the large group, Mikoto and Shisui's mother, Sumiya, whispering with wide smiles. Sasuke, Naruto, and Sakura all trail directly behind Itachi and Shisui, with the remainder of their immediate families and closest friends taking the rear. It isn't an especially grand procession - the ceremony itself is private, the reception set to host the remainder of their large families and friends of friends. Itachi is once again reminded of who he is, and sighs internally at the fact that the entirety of the Uchiha, as well as the biggest names in Konoha, will be attending the reception of the Uchiha clan heir.

Before he knows it they've arrived at the Naka Shrine, and everyone Itachi has ever loved sits together and watches as he and Shisui step up to the altar.

His hands tremble as his gaze wanders to silver rings that sit in wait to be exchanged. Itachi feels only a little guilty at the fact he largely ignores the prayers and blessings and beseechings the priest offers; he thinks God will forgive him easily enough, he'd been in love at some point, too.

His heart hadn't returned to a normal rhythm in what felt like hours, and when Itachi glances over at Shisui he nearly wants to burst into laughter. He has that large, boyish grin stretched across his face, all but vibrating in his eagerness. Itachi feels his chest tighten, and an all-encompassing wave of love.

With only a small amount of hesitation, Itachi reaches across the small gap between them, and takes Shisui's hand. Shisui immediately glances to him from the corner of his eye, offering a wink and a squeeze from his fingers. It's all the bravery Itachi needs.

They stand once the priest finishes speaking, facing one another with hands tightly clasped. Itachi can feel dozens of eyes on him, more daunting than any sharingan, and holds Shisui's hand hard enough his knuckles turn white.

"Just look at me," Shisui whispers, lips barely moving so none but him can see. Itachi feels himself nod, just a little, before glancing up to catch Shisui's dark eyes. "Just like that," he encourages, corner of his mouth twitching up, "It's only us. Just you and me."

Sake is poured and toasted to their families, and when they drink from the same cup Itachi's hands do not tremble.

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Their vows are kept simple, by virtue of Itachi threatening severe bodily harm if Shisui goes on a tangent about their love in front of an audience. Even so, Itachi smirks at the sound of Obito's sniffling when Shisui finishes his vows with a promise to never leave Itachi's side.

"Crybaby," Kakashi whispers, handing him a handkerchief.

If Itachi's eyes are misty too, well. No one says a word. He simply glares at Shisui's knowing smile, in a way that makes Itachi want to wipe it away with a kiss.

When their rings are finally exchanged, Itachi gazes down at the unfamiliar weight circling his finger and takes a moment to silently marvel. Not at the fact that he's married, but the fact that he already doesn't remember half of what just happened; all that remains is the flighty feeling of peace, and no little amount of excitement. Itachi pulls his eyes away to look up into a shock of tear-filled red eyes, Shisui's grin carefree and infectious.

"We're married," Shisui whispers, his hand tightening around Itachi's as his eyes spin to black.

"Yes," Itachi whispers back, conscious of the stares and hushed laughter from their family.

"You're my husband."

"I am."

"Wild."

Itachi's free hand rushes up to smother his grin, shaking his head.

"Idiot," he murmurs, voice tender with affection as he reaches to cup Shisui's cheek, thumb lightly brushing away any falling tears. Shisui gazes down at him with nothing short of awe, before leaning down to seal their union with a kiss.

As kisses go, it isn't one of their best. Their families erupt into whistles and laughter regardless, making Itachi's face burn. His teeth knock against Shisui's, both of them smiling too wide to properly keep their mouths pressed tight. It isn't too suave, and because of the tears it's a little too wet; but as Shisui curves a gentle hand around the back of his neck, holding him so tight they may press into one person, Itachi can't find it in himself to mind.

He's breathless, by the end. His hands are pressed against Shisui's chest, able to feel the thunderous pound of his heart. When they part Shisui presses his forehead to Itachi's, grinning widely, and turns them both to face their family as husbands for the first time.

Itachi remembers his mother's words, then, as he gazes from her tear-stained smile to the sea of his nearest and dearest family and friends. You'll forget about everything other than how full your heart is.

As with most things, she was absolutely correct. Itachi chuckles at the thought, his smile wide, as he and Shisui take their first steps down from the altar. Hand in hand, they walk together towards their future.

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Sensu - a Japanese folding fan

Ume flowers - pale pink flowers, symbolizing love

Kanzashi - Kanzashi is a general term for a variety of hair accessories; in this case, an elaborate hairstick and hairpin.

Hakama - thick pants worn over a man's kimono

I did research on Shinto wedding traditions and I hope I was able to keep true to it! Even though I barely went into any detail about the ceremony itself lmao oops

To explain before someone inevitably comments on it: it's common practice in a lot of cultures and places to refer to your in-laws as mother or father, which is why Shisui calls Mikoto okasan. In Boruto, Naruto even calls Hiashi (Hinata's dad) otosan. I know for a lot of people the Itachi/Shisui ship is kinda sus because they could be directly related, so Shisui referring to Mikoto as mom might spark that incest flame. However! There is nothing in canon to suggest they're related, so I will continue to happily imagine these boys being in love.

I'm not sure if anyone noticed, but the "something old, something new" was the haori and kanzashi haha

#shiita #itashi #shisui x itachi #shisui uchiha #itachi uchiha #naruto #uchiha shisui #uchiha itachi #jules writes

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uchihashisui-kun · 3 years ago

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"Shisui?! Junpei?!" As always, Kagami was rather anxious about that whole ceremony.. In all honesty, he himself hated it as well, but as someone in his position he could hardly decline going. Even less so, could he just pick out any 'neat' looking Yukata, which could even be a little more comfortable, no.. He also had to wear one of the more traditional and ceremonial Kimono and not only were they heavy... It got hot under them fast. Kagami sighed slightly, looking up at the clock before checking his appearance in the mirror.. Everything was still sitting neatly, good.. He just hoped that both the young nins did not fuss around with their clothing.. Well he knows Shisui doesn't, but he also knows about Jun's great dislike for the ceremony.

Which... He could understand.. The Uchiha elders usually don't give a damn about them, but if it is about to compare their imaginative dicks with the others, they always like to point out that they practically all adopted Junpei into the clan.. and how fond and proud they are of him. "Tch.. Stupid." He mused loudly, shaking his head a little. He then decided to wait in the hallway, looking in the direction of their rooms as he waited.

"... It is getting late! You need to hurry up a little!"

(@mushroombitchboy ) :D

Between getting ready and planning this year's disaster with Jun, Shisui had ended up completely losing track of time, so much that Kagami's voice almost made him jump in surprise.

Good thing was, he was basically ready. The makeup was on, just enough to highlight his eyes and a light dust of blush on his cheeks, something he usually avoids when on missions but loves to indulge in when at home, and even a touch of a light-colored lipstick just because he can, and because he always loves to make people jealous with how pretty he can be when he wants to. Lastly, the yukata for the ceremony was on just like it should, with the Uchiwa fan proudly standing on the back of it against the deep blue color of the garb.

Shisui doesn't particularly mind it. It's not as bad as Kagami's, that's for sure, because no matter how much the clan loves to flaunt about his skills like they're theirs, he's not in a high enough position to require a more fancy clothing, instead having enough freedom of choice to be comfortable.

He's mostly used as a sort of prize, as if having a couple of prodigies like he and Itachi means that the Uchiha clan is the best of the village.

Ugh. Shisui does hate that.

"I'm ready!" He says after one last check in the mirror, smoothing down the yukata even though there already were no wrinkles at all. Then, lowering his voice, he gets a bit closer to Jun just to whisper to them, "Don't tell dad about what we're planning, ok? He probably knows I'm gonna do something, but it's more fun if he doesn't know what to expect~"

#uchiha shisui #uchiha kagami #junpei muranaka #naruto oc #why do I have a feeling this will be extra chaotic #🤣🤣🤣

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mangacity123 · 1 year ago

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Les Pouvoirs Cachés de Shisui Uchiwa | Naruto en Lumière - Manga city | Voir l'article

#anime #animeart #manga #animemanga #shonen #seinen #illustration #artwork

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tobiramamonmari29 · 2 years ago

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Shisui x obito

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outside pov:

Obito, lay on Shisui's lap his legs shaking. While the man with the curled hair took an unhealthy pleasure in shoving a banana that he had peeled into the black man's throat. Obito moaned as the fruit sank deeper into his throat. with his other hand, Shisui pinched the older uchiha's left buttock, spanking him startled.

Shisui: Go on.

Obito spread his ass with his hands so that he could slide comfortably over his lover's hard cock. he hadn't wanted to annoy her when Shisui wanted this rested wanting to eat his banana, now he had the fruit in the back of his throat. The older uchiha slowly took the hard cock into his gently sliding entrance. When the path was almost finished he went sharply. he moaned, choking with the banana that touched the back of his throat, like the glans of a cock that he would be sucking. Obito, moved on the penis of the other man to put him at ease.

shisui: move Obito, he pulled on Obito's black hair, his head throwing back, he took this time to shove his banana with more intensity and go back and forth in his throat.

Obito, this started to go up and down on this imposing sex. one of his hands resting on Shisui's pale shoulder for balance. The other caressed his chest, then asked by Shisui to jerk off himself. The fruit was filled with slime, his mouth was pasty, the once sweet fruit had lost flavor.

shisui: don't make that obito face, you like bananas.

Obito, began to regret being a bit boring with his lover. He was going back and forth, climbing on his companion's already wet sex. He jerked off as best he could under Shisui's encouraging threats. Banana, that's it, shisui clicked his tongue against his puck.

Shisui: swallow or you'll regret it, obito eat it.

The older uchiha gulped it down with a grimace. The banana wasn't very good anymore because of the drool. shisui, smiled congratulating him after checking that he had swallowed it. He asks obito to keep going up and down on his cock, the older uchiha moaned as shisui helped jerk him off.

Obito, been blushing moaning repeatedly. shisui told him he was a good boy, which sent more sensations down his stomach. Obito had already come once in his hand, as he felt his behind being gently wet telling him that shisui was coming soon.

shisui: go on, you're a good boy, I'll come soon.

Obito: Oh yes, I'm a good boy. ~

Shisui: a good boy, who will gently and obediently let me come inside him.

Obito: yes! Yes ! ~

obito started jumping faster and faster on his lover's lap, his legs were shaking with excitement. He tapped several times in his G-spot while moaning again and again. He threw his head back coming into his and Shisui's hand. the younger uchiha comes seconds after him, filling him up, leaving him in such a soft, welcoming warmth.

Shisui: I'm going to carry you, we're going to wash it.

Obito: I was a good boy?

Shisui: a very good one.

Fin.

#Obito #oneshot #yaoi #Uchiha #Uchiha x uchiha #Uchiwa #Obito uchiha #Obito uchiwa #Shisui #Shisui uchiha #Shisui uchiwa #Obito x shisui #Shisui x obito #Obisui #Shiobi

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liam-cadmus · 4 years ago

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truth

/tro͞oTH/

noun

the quality or state of being true

Sasuke stays in Konoha, ANBU

Sasuke bites back a sigh, leaning back on his chair with crossed arms. Kakashi’s lone eye crinkles in amusement, making him scowl at his teacher, the man chuckling quietly.

His fingers rhythmically taps on the wooden table, unattentive to the elders exchanging their opinions on the matter, catching Tsunade’s eye. She smirks at him, before he drops his head down on the table, ignoring the loud voices of the elders screeching.

“Are we boring you, Uchiha?” Danzo’s voice asks, making him blink in annoyance, before smiling politely, sitting straighter. “Not at all, Danzo-sama.”

Kakashi’s masked lips turn upwards, his bastard of a teacher finding this amusing, even if he’s tempted to shunshin behind Danzo and rip the Sharingan embedded in his eyesocket.

“Then, do you have something to share to the table?” he asks, Sasuke humming, his thumb picking on the thread of the uchiwa symbol on his flak jacket before leaning forwards.

Danzo sees that as a sign to continue, before he links his fingers under his chin, sharp onyx eyes regarding the man. “Hn,” he says, before leaning down to get a stack of papers, gently placing it in front of him.

“I have something that I want clarification, if you don’t mind, Shimura.” he says calmly, his teeth bared and stretched to a smile. The bandaged old man closes his opened mouth before Sasuke slowly stands up, separating the stack to five folders, and passing it to Inoichi and Shikaku, the other clan heirs watching him from where they’re seated on the left of the room.

Inoichi glares at the paper as if it offended him, before Sasuke sits down once again. “I noticed you have bandages, what might have happened that caused that?”

“Second shinobi war.” The man stiffly responds before Sasuke leans back on his chair comfortably, pretending to look at his nails. “And the medics have told you to wear it ever since?” he asks, the elders glaring at him, shouting at how disrespectful it is.

“What am I to judge, it’s personal, so I won’t push it on you.” he murmurs, his quiet voice unusually loud in the room, even if he didn’t raise the volume. “I would, and will not have asked you, if it didn’t concern me, however.”

Shikaku and Inoichi stare at the other man, Kakashi and Tsunade mirroring them. “You broke a law, Shimura.” he hisses, “And I’m well damn sure that my clan doesn’t appreciate having their eyes getting plucked, nor seeing said eyes on your arm.”

The room quiets, the wind blowing across the room. Danzo stands in aggravation, before slamming his hands on the table, shouting, “I will not accept getting accused like this.”

“Well, you sure are proving you’re guilty then.” he says back, standing. “I have evidence, and you will stay seated until I finish my case, Shimura.”

Their attention snaps to his cold, steely voice, and the Sharingan whirring in his eyes. Inoichi, the kind man, places his hand on his arm, squeezing it to help him calm down before he sits back down, Danzo looking at him with a pinched expression, before following his lead.

“Hokage-sama, I believe my case needs to be heard, so that our members would understand.” Tsunade nods, the Godaime’s face morphed to an emotionless look, but Kakashi and Sasuke both know she would’ve let him, any chance.

He takes the file he gave to Inoichi before flipping it through, then handing it to Tsume Inuzuka, the woman’s eyes reading through the file, before passing it along to Chouza, the paper systematically moving to each clan head.

He licks his lips, before clearing his throat. “According to that file, that I have found in the Uchiha Archives in the compound, it is true that my clan planned a coup d’etat, and I am, in no way, approving or justifying their reasons, but I wanted to include this.”

The others nod apprehensively, before he shows another file containing the missing children. “As much of you know, a lot of children went missing, especially ones with the powerful kekkai genkai.”

There’s a collected silence across the room. “I, as a child, would notice that our clan specifically kept having clan members, ranging from children to jounin.”

He taps his foot, “This, of course, made our clan even more scared, as no one can or will listen to us because of the Kyuubi attack. You must understand, that we were placed in the outskirts of Konoha, and that even if we were the Police Force, we are overshadowed by the ANBU. In addition to that, the hatred and distrust on Uchiha made it so we could not ask for help.”

He gathers his thoughts, before his hand tightens, “Most of them would be kidnapped, but there would be Uchiha thrown in our compound missing their eyes, dead. The breaking point was the 'death' of Uchiha,” he takes a deep breathe, before steeling his emotions once more, “Shisui.”

“I will not talk anymore about the coup, but instead, focus on the bodies that return with no eyes.” He glares at Danzo, before smacking one black colored file, “I was able to retrieve this, alongside reports from shinobi out of the village in my ANBU missions, talking about how, an old man with bandages on his arms and face kidnapped children from other villages.”

He passes it. Danzo grits his teeth, before snarling, “You’re not allowed to enter our headquarters, and you shouldn’t have that.”

“Astute observation. Sai and Shin, helped me, along with Hatake Kakashi and Tenzo. Three of whom, are evidences to ROOT, with the cursed seal on their tongues.”

The three mentioned men walk out of the shadows, curling their tongue to show the imprinted seal. “I don’t give a damn, if the Uchiha did plan a coup d’etat, and I’m pissed that my brother was roped into killing his kin, but what I do not tolerate is the fact you have my clan members Sharingan in your arms and eye, and whatever else you did to the rest.”

He pushes a dark red file away, “That is for later, if you see to understand Itachi’s situation.”

He smiles menacingly, before flicking open a dark grey file, the uchiwa fan on the front, “I want permission to be given to investigate this case, and if it is proven, that if we remove the bandages, and that my clan’s dojutsu appears, that this will be investigated further.”

Tsunade opens her mouth to approve, when Hiashi Hyuuga lifts a brow and asks, “And why is that the Hyuugas not notice the apparent eyes.”

Sasuke resists the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose, choosing instead to breath deeply. “I don’t see why it matters, after all, if my claim was proven to be incorrect, then it will be dismissed.”

“It does matter to me, it shows that you see our eyes incapable of noticing it.”

“I did not mention anything about your clan’s involvement.”

Hiashi Hyuuga’s stern white eyes and the veins popping by his temple makes a terrifying image, but he must not have seen an Uchiha angry. His anger has been simmering underneath, and he has been keeping it in ever since Danzo’s act of innocence earlier.

“There are two laws in Konohagakure ; village and clan laws.” he seethes, “I am showing you a case, of a clan law being broken, and this is Uchiha matters, and only to the Uchiha.”

“Please do not intervene in my clan affairs Hyuuga-san, I have been giving you nothing but respect, recognition, and courtesy, and never have I mentioned about the branch family’s seal, do you not see?” he growls, Hiashi’s eyes widening at the pure anger in his tone.

Sasuke dismisses his silence, before turning, “I am a clan head, and before Fugaku’s passing, has been trained to be one. My parents have offered my brother to you as a weapon, and he has proven his loyalty. Be it as it may, my clan has betrayed the village’s trust, but the village has broken ours.”

“I will not let my clan be disregarded for all it’s contribution to this village, and I will not allow you to dig it under lies and corruption, for the village’s ‘protection’.”

He breathes out deeply, only standing because of Inoichi’s grounding palm, “I have lost everything in one night, I only have my brother, and I’m not letting you take him away from me.”

“I ask you this for the peace of my clan, to avenge them from where they were mistreated, to let them rest. I was unable to burn their bodies as I was in the hospital unstable, and that alone, is a responsibility given to me. It was a clan tradition, and Shimura used that time to pluck their eyes. It is my right and duty as clan head to make sure the eyes are not taken as this is disrespect for the hard work of my clan members. You need to learn to listen.” he says, his voice wavering, but firm.

Tsunade nods at him, “The village has been unfair to the Uchihas far too long, I promise you, I will do everything in my power, to restore it in it’s former glory. We will show the truth, but before that, Otter, Weasel, hold unto Danzo Shimura.

A pair of chakra cancelling handcuffs covers Danzo’s wrists, The Hokage just clicks her tongue at him, disgust etched in her features, the old man’s fear and hatred showing through widened eyes.

“Crow, Hound, pull at the bandages please.” Kakashi walks over to the arm, holding the end of the bandage, “Of course, Hokage-sama.”

Sasuke watches detached as the bandages pull free, multiple Sharingan eyes staring at him, making him stand blankly. He gasps, breathing heavy, before Shikaku helps him sit down, his hand clamping comfortingly on his shoulder.

“Fugaku and Mikoto would have been so proud of you for defending your clan. You made to be a good clan head, and you brought justice to your clan.” Shikaku comforts him, as he chokes on a cry, biting his lips as the tears well up. He doesn’t let them fall, instead, blinking repeatedly for it to disappear.

He will not let Danzo have the satisfaction of seeing him affected by his doings.

He listens as Tsunade orders the ANBU around, Shikaku squeezing his shoulder before walking nearer Inoichi, the files filed on his arms. The two alongside Ibiki corner stand beside the Hokage, discussing about the interrogation.

He lets himself slump on the chair, before Kakashi ruffles his hair, also moving away to include himself with the hurried murmurs of the four. The clan heads talk among themselves, but he would see one or two of them looking in his direction with acceptance, and respect.

Kiba throws an arm around his shoulders, “Holy shit, that was Sasuke Uchiha as a clan head.” He grumbles pushing Kiba’s loud mouth away from his ear, raising an eyebrow, “Do you not believe in me, Wolf?”

Kiba gives him a toothy grin, “’Course not, Captain.”

“You’re terrifying, good job.” Ino says, sitting down beside him. “You would have been such a good member to my Intelligence Team.”

“Troublesome, utterly troublesome.” Shikamaru mutters, draping himself over Sasuke’s shoulders, Kiba moving away on instinct. “And this is our captain, don’t take him, Ino.”

Ino raises two hands, before chuckling, “Shikamaru, I will never take your lover boy.”

Shikamaru smacks her, before huffing, hiding his face in Sasuke’s hair. He chuckles softly, before letting the Nara doze off for a few minutes, reminding himself to wake him up.

Ino stands to go to Hinata, to their other fellow graduates, the tight-knit group of Konoha called uh, Konoha 12. Kiba pats him on the arm, before standing from Shikaku’s seat, making him move Shikamaru down to the seat. He moves the Nara’s arms so that it pillows his head, smoothing down his ponytail before fixing his flak jacket.

Someone drops to the seat to his left, “You’re scary in clan meetings, pretty boy.”

He takes one look before huffing in amusement, giving a wry smile. “I suppose so.”

“You got some guts to stand up to the Hyuuga head.” Neji drawls, bored, but one look to his eyes shows his gratitude. “Owl, I’m your captain, and I think there’s times I can stand for people.”

“Thank you, Hawk.” he says, before standing, looking over his shoulder to smirk smugly, “Meet at Ichiraku Ramen with the group, bring your Nara boy with.”

He glowers at Neji, the Hyuuga already walking out the door behind the group, leaving him to wake up Shikamaru. He sees Tsunade and the others filtering out the room, making him shake the asleep teen.

“Such a drag.” Shikamaru yawns, movements sluggish. He sighs, before tugging at Shikamaru’s arms, so that the Nara doesn’t fall asleep on them again. “Stand up you lazy ass.”

Shikamaru looks at him with a drowsy eye, half-asleep. “Such a drag.” he repeats to Sasuke’s face, just to spite the man. Sasuke stares back with disinterest, “I won’t hesitate to throw you over my shoulder, Nara.”

“Do it then,” Shikamaru challenges, making him pout. He lifts a brow to warn Shikamaru, his barely awake brain unable to notice it before he’s thrown over his ANBU Captain’s shoulder, making him shriek.

He irritable crosses his arms, before saying in a deadpan, “Why are Uchiha so stubborn.”

Sasuke’s tongue peeks out, “You asked for it. And you already know I can carry you.” he says smugly, laughing when the Nara kicks a foot to his stomach.

Sasuke’s grip on his thighs tighten, “I’m not gonna let you fall y’know, but that doesn’t mean you can take a nap.” he snorts, “I’ll let you sleep while they’re talking, Naruto’s gonna be loud after his visit in Suna, he’s gonna babble about Gaara again.”

Shikamaru smiles, “Good thing I learned how to sleep in loud places, and you promise you’ll allow me to sleep? On your lap?”

“Sure,” he agrees, “You can sleep anywhere, Shika. I sometimes wonder how you’re a jonin and a ANBU.”

A pinch to his back makes him bark out a laugh, the sound startling the chuunin and jonin around the hallway, making him flush in embarrassment. “Sorry.” he says flushing, the shinobi barely concealing their amused and surprised faces, after hearing the deep laugh of the usually stoic Uchiha.

“You scared them,” Shikamaru laughs, making him retort, pinching Shikamaru’s ass, “I did not.”

Shikamaru kicks a foot out in surprised laughter, making Sasuke hold him tighter. “Nara, calm down.” he snickers between stuttering breaths, laughing quietly.

Sasuke smirks, patting the back of his knees, “Hold tight, you know how fast I can shunshin.” Shikamaru twists his fingers in Sasuke’s cloak, before being carried in intense speeds, feeling himself standing on wobbly knees, Sasuke’s amused face staring at him.

“I hate Shisui Uchiha, why did he teach you pointers when you were young.” he breathes out, making Sasuke smile.

“Come on, Deer.” He gets pulled in the shop, moving to on of the rented rooms, down to a long couch. He exhales in relief when his head drops to Sasuke’s thigh, his body sinking, and eyes drooping.

Sasuke gives a quiet chuckle, before whispering, “Sleep babe.”

Sasuke hums as he runs his fingers through his lover’s brunette locks, kissing his forehead. He lets his other hand intertwine with Shikamaru’s other hand, his own head falling on the back of the couch.

He lets his friends’ voices lull him to sleep, his intertwined hand resting on top of Shikamaru’s chest. His mouth slips to a smile when the memory of proving his clan came to mind, before his breath stops.

His eyes flick open, before he gasps. Otter was Shisui’s ANBU, and Weasel was his brother’s. An ANBU mask and animal is burned or thrown once they failed to pass it on, or if they died.

“Miss me twerp?”

Thought of clan head Sasuke after Danzo because of the stolen eyes. Loved the thought of him standing up to Hiashi about clan affairs. Included Sasuke and Shikamaru because I craved it. (I always do.) Wanted Itachi and Shisui alive. (Uchiha Quartet + Kakashi, is my life and soul. Misunderstood socially inept tall ass men that were all ANBU operatives.) And no, Shin did not die, I do not want anymore brothers getting separated.

#shikasasu #sasushika #shikamaru nara #sasuke uchiha #anbu #danzo shimura #fuck danzo #uchiha clan #konoha 12 #tsunade #hatake kakashi #uchiha deserved better #itach uchiha #shisui uchiha #i love them sm #konoha 12 are jonin #they all have clan heirships #and heads of their own divisions #kakashi & sasuke

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inrainprose · 4 years ago

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Next -- Masterpost

So, I posted this japanese folklore/urban fantasy au for @naruto-fantasy-week and @birkastan2018 asked if there would be more... The answer was yes. This is both my entry for day 7 (free day!) and the first instalment of that ‘verse. We’ll see where it goes. Enjoy!

“Don’t sulk, Sasuke!”

“I’m not sulking!”

He winces at his own tone, fails to erase an angry pout from his face. Shisui grins.

Fine. He is sulking.

“Are you ready?” his mother asks gently. She retrieved their strongest ha uchiwa from the temple, resting innocuously in her hands for now. Sasuke eyes it warily, as if it’s going to send him away to Kyoto any moment.

“It’s only for a few months,” she says again, trying to be reassuring. It only serves to make him feel worse because he knows he shouldn’t be so reluctant, shouldn’t be sulking. Things are as they are and he needs to go.

But in the few decades since he came into being Sasuke has never left their mountain. Most of the clan haven’t either, and that’s sort of why he has to now. They have been too removed, too uninvolved in human affairs. Ignoring them has worked, for a time, but the humans seek to possess everything their eyes fall upon, and the Uchiha’s mountain is not particularly hidden. The forest is shrinking already, people climbing higher and higher each year. It used to be too cold and hostile for them, but the cold is receding too now, and they have learned to carve their way through the wildest grounds.

They don’t realize the reason why the mountain is so healthy and thriving, why they’re so drawn to it and why it feels so blessed, is precisely thanks to the spirits they are forcing out. No one among the clan wants to say it aloud, but they all know, deep down, that they may have to move soon. When the humans are well established in what seems like a haven now, it will mysteriously lose its charm and blessings, and they will be none the wiser, because humans are incapable of perceiving the consequences of their own actions.

Sasuke doesn’t hate them, doesn’t know enough about them and hasn’t spent enough time in their company to warrant such a strong emotion, but he wishes they weren’t so blind.

So that he wouldn’t have to leave.

He is the youngest of their clan, the most open to learning. He is the one who has to go and see, to learn what he can. Because if they do end up leaving the mountain, finding another one will just delay the inevitable. Eventually, they will have to do like most yokai – either retreat to the spiritual world and leave behind their duty to this earth and its gods… or mingle with the humans and settle into the city.

Sasuke shudders at the thought.

"Someone will come to fetch you at the temple. They’re expecting you. Don’t worry.”

“I’m not worried.”

Another lie, but can he be blamed? His mother assured him this Kushina was one of her dearest friends, but Sasuke never met her before, nor any fox spirit, so they couldn’t be that close.

Sasuke debates sliding his mask on his face, just so that he could feel a little more shielded, but it would be rude to hide from his hosts, right? He wonders what they look like, is curious despite his apprehension, to meet them and to see how they live.

The kitsune of Kyoto don’t live in their temples anymore, nor in the forests neighboring the city. They live right in the heart of it, among the humans, and it is something the tengu of the Uchiha clan will have to do too. It is unfathomable now, but after all, some of their kind even managed to settle into busy Tokyo herself, tall buildings for trees and running electrical cables for the foliage mapping the sky.

They all have to adapt.

Itachi steps in to adjust the tokin on his head and Sasuke has to fight the urge to lean into his embrace. They considered sending both of them to Kyoto, but they feared they would keep too much to themselves, and Itachi has his own duties to attend here. Alone, Sasuke will have no choice but to interact with others… It is telling that they didn’t trust he would if his brother was around. He has met a few yokai from outside their mountain over the decades, visiting friends and passing spirits, but it will be the first time he is among strangers, away from the clan.

His mother raises her feathered fan, already stirring a light breeze even when she doesn’t whisper her will into it. His father is praying to Fujin at the temple for the winds to be favorable, to carry him where he needs to go. He bid his younger son a stilted farewell the day before, neither of them comfortable with the emotions rising at the thought of their separation.

Sasuke turns his back to his mother, his brother and his cousin, to his home and family, already swaying in the current.

“Travel well, Sasuke,” his mother wills, before swinging the ha uchiwa with all the force of their blessings.

The wind takes him away.

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