#shisui-uchiha-anon

[kiigan]

«I will carry the backpack myself, don't worry.»

ㅤShisui's complaining over the choice of a bag instead of a scroll put the smile back on Itachi's lips. It was almost like listening to Sasuke when he was little, whining over having to do his homework before being allowed to go to the training grounds. Though he couldn't deny the logic underlying it - it was true that carrying a bag would be unnecessarily tiring, especially for his sickly body. But it didn't matter to him. He chose the bag and would commit to that choice, and carry it himself without issues. How could they have a camping trip without a backpack? It was thematic!

ㅤ«Please don't make a mess in the drawers. If I catch anything out of the proper place after you finish packing, I will make you do laundry for two weeks once we're back home.»

ㅤHe would, and they both knew it. But Shisui would definitely be the one to get packing done quicker, considering how he could actually see what he was doing. Not too worried, anyway, Itachi finished preparing the cake batter and began carefully pouring it into the form to take to the oven. Next step: prepare the frosting.

Shisui didn't like Itachi's skeptical look. Does he refer to that incident when they were teens? No way! He could not be remembering that, that, that....that was a lifetime ago! Shisui had to smile nervously, Itachi remembered such a details.

They sure had an adventure when they got lost that once, instead of reaching healers deep in the forest where their residence was. They accidentally found the camp of traitors planning to attack Konoha. Instead of vacation, they had a bloody battle.

However his thoughts were cut short, and on best part, when Itachi said he prefers bags. "A bag? But are you sure you want a bag? We shall go on foot? Do you really want a bag over your back?"

"Alright, I will get us packed. But Itachi only backpack nothing more"

[valtiels-darkness]

Orochimaru I was wondering.... Do you eat frogs for breakfast?

Pausing just before the ink stone met the little pool of water, he couldn't help but blink. Taken aback, if you will. What brought this on?

"From time to time... Though, I much prefer roasted newt." With that, he went back to his careful ministrations.

[musesofchaos]

Izumi it's been a while. Do you still remember me? I...I have been a lame friend...I disappeared...without a word without a trace. You are alive I am so glad.....

Izumi… all she can do is stare at the familiar figure for a long, tense moment. It’s not, it can’t be.

Slowly, ever so slowly, the female Uchiha reaches out with trembling fingers, cautiously reaching for his hand, as if to make sure this was real.

“…Shisui?”

[thatsneakymedic]

Beautiful Person Award. Once you are given this award, you're supposed to paste it in the ask of people who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out!🌸

// I know that this is late for me to answer, but I'm definitely going to use this to send to everyone today, so that me as well as everyone can have a good day.

Thank you for this and I'm glad that we're still rping our own threads and stuff!

[hatredcurse]

Continued from here || @shisui-uchiha-anon

Izuna could not remember the last time he had been near Shisui’s presence. Months, maybe years ago? Time has lost its essence to the former clan leader, especially through the grief and the anger from the truth bestowed onto him about the Uchiha clan’s bloody history. 

With all that and more, Izuna fled to the countryside to live in solitude. He did everything in his power to remove himself of his life, release the bindings of Edo-Tensei. Hell, he even became desperate enough to pray at Tobirama’s grave, begging for the answers that will release his soul and allow him to return to the dead. 

Having given up, Izuna returned back to Konoha an empty shell smothered in the smell of patchouli, copper, and cypress. He returned to the compound in secrecy, but could not escape the ever-watchful eye of Shisui. Or, should he say, he happened upon the man who was already there. Maybe he too was a ghost, waiting for death to take him as well.

Now, Izuna stood at some stand. The smell of grease and spices overwhelming him as he took to the taiyaki in his hands. 

“I’m not sure, Shisui-kun,” his voice softening,” is there something on your mind?”

Shisui ran from him. His whole body turning to the side to escape Izuna’s visage. Not that he minded, but a sense of worry overcame him. He reached forward, fingers cutting through those curls and smoothing him over the shell of his ear. No, he won’t force the younger Uchiha to look at him, but he can confirm his attention.

“I may be many things, but I’m not stupid,” he chuckles,” what won’t I understand?”

[shinobinvku]

For @shisui-uchiha-anon​ | Shisui:

“It’s nothing. I am fine” But Shisui doesn’t listen and the prodding and poking continues. In his search, he uncovers more knicks and bruises than Chitose was aware she had. The argument falls flat when, at that moment, Shisui’s hand brushes something tender along her abdomen and she whimpers. In the heat of the battle, with adrenaline coursing through her veins, Chitose had thought herself invincible. However, adrenaline is a finite supply and when the dust settles, all she's left with are aches and pains that divert her attention toward her many blunders. It’s an empty feeling.

But Shisui was no better a bit less injured yes! But attending the stranger in whose aid he jumped. Shisui's reflexes are still a fraction of a second too slow, body not yet accustomed to moving at speeds worthy of a Sharingan wielder. Fast enough that he could twist in time to avoid a shuriken to vital organs, but not quick enough to avoid it altogether. He had cuts and bruises, a testimony that his flicker ability needs to be trained more.

"Forgive me, for this"  Shisui said.,

Chitose doesn’t look when Shisui lifts her shirt and bites back a cry when he pours antiseptic over the gash skirting across her side. She keeps her hands balled into fists. By the time She has been bandaged up, Chitose is swaying on her feet, tired and worn out. Another sign that she still has a long way to go toward accomplishing his goal. Don't we all?

"My stitches aren't enough. I will carry you back to Konoha" War rages on victors are crowned. Who is the victor here? Village or Uchiha-or this third party. Poking around searching for the weak spot? The true power can never be lost or won. Shisui knows that true power comes from within. For the power is hoarded by the mighty and stolen from the innocent. But the life of this woman will not be stolen. Once she stirs awake in the hospital....

"You are awake...What's your name?"

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐘, but the vision of her surroundings, as well as her memories of how she got here, are still blurry around the edges. As her vision focused, she’s welcomed by the harshness of bright, fluorescent lights and sterile, white walls surrounding her hospital room, followed by the familiar scent of antiseptic. So, she made it back to Konohagakure after all? Then, at Chitose’s right she notices a young man lying in the hospital bed next to hers.

He asked her something just now, and it takes her a moment to collect her thoughts to answer him. 

❝ What, my name?  ❞ She repeats, her throat feeling dry and nearly shot,  ❝ It’s Ryuketsu Chitose, ❞ Thank goodness she can remember that at least. 

She so badly wants to sit up in bed but knows her body is still far too weak to do so, especially not with the─the gash at her side!? The events suddenly start flooding back to Chitose, memories of their two ANBU teams setting out on a mission through a great and old forest, but then they were ambushed, outnumbered by their enemy. 

Much of the fighting during that battle is still a complete blur, but Chitose remembers trying to provide medical aid to as many wounded ANBU operatives as she could, being the only medical-nin of the two to survive the enemy’s surprise attack of oil bombs implanted beneath their feet. As the memories are coming back to her, she can remember the stench of charred flesh and oil in the air, the agonizing cries of shinobi calling out to their mothers, frightened. It was a disastrous sight.

❝ You were part of the other ANBU team on our mission, weren’t you? I think─no, I know you were the one who carried me back to the village. You had busted stitches to your abdominal area...❞ She murmured, mildly frustrated at the fact that her hard work was brushed aside and likely ruined when he carried her back. 

She has no one to blame but herself for getting caught in the middle of the battle, but probably would’ve perished had she not defended herself. 

There’s a wrestling beneath the blankets as she carefully shifts onto her good side, facing Shisui’s direction. 

❝ You’re from the Uchiha Clan, right? I cannot recall your name, but you have my gratitude for coming to my aid. What is your name? ❞

[thetoaddaddy]

❛ Tell me what I should do. ❜

“You must be really desperate to ask me for advice, Uchiha.” Jiraiya asks with a raised brow. “But… to answer your question I find that my first instinctual thought is what I go with.”

[kagami--uchiha]

⛔ our muses aren’t compatable 

[this was Shisui's idea its not my fault]

Shiiiii! Of course you aren't compatible with your PAPA! xD

[uchiha--hikaku]

“Your shadow doesn’t match your body, you know?”

A weird thing to say... really.. But Shisui was prone to saying weird things that could often hint... that he knew about some things. Though he felt a pang of nervousness, it didn't show on Hikaku's always impassive face, eyes trained on the piece of paper he was writing on.

Secrets.. secrets... and more secrets that he needed to treasure.

For a moment, anthracite eyes wandered up to take a quick look at Shisui, before they again went down to look at his own writing. "What makes you say that?"

[kcgarashi]

@shisui-uchiha-anon​​ // Tiny Starter Call

“It’s a weird question so you’re free to not answer it.” Rera just felt a little existential, but what else was new? Too much of her free time was currently spent thinking of ‘what-ifs’, it was quite depressing when she thought about it properly.

“Do you ever think you’d be happy otherwise? If you did something that was just a little different?

[historias-multorum]

Ehem Making it not clean and neat again. Its dirty xD again! Shisui flickered all over your inbox and poked Itachi in ribs and Kissed Hana on his way out ^^

@shisui-uchiha-anon

"So rude."

"You are such a dork Shisui!"

[kiigan]

@shisui-uchiha-anon

ㅤIt was hard to tell how many days had passed [or was it just a few minutes...?], how far he'd managed to run [or was he still in Konoha...?]. The world seemed to be reduced to the frantic beating of his heart, the fog of fever in his mind, and, more than anything else, the excruciating pain. In his haste to escape Danzo's clutches and leave the village behind, of course, there had not been the luxury of free time to stop to care for his nasty wound - which, unsurprisingly, at this point was badly infected. Itachi could feel it throbbing, could feel how swollen and irritated the whole area was, could feel the very uncomfortable pull of the stitches going recklessly through his flesh and keeping that empty eye socket sewn shut. And what could he do about it? Nothing, really. He had no medical supplies and didn't want to risk trying to at least pull the stitches away, for fear of making it even worse. Most of all, he clearly did not have steady hands for such a delicate procedure. Better to leave it as it was, for the time being... stitches and infection and all.

ㅤNot everything was completely terrible, however. Even through the thick haze in his mind, he was able to hear the faint rushing of a stream somewhere nearby - which immediately made him aware of how dehydrated he also was. And, if nothing else, he might be able to clean his wound a little bit. Now... the issue would be to get there without further accidents. While running away from the village, he lost count to how many times he'd tripped and fallen over or smacked against a tree or both things. His depth perception was gone along with his eye, and his body balance was really not happy about it. It was like trying to navigate the world while being drunk, except, instead of numbness, he was left with paranoia and heightened alertness that made him jump at every little sound and shadow. But, again, whining would get him nowhere, so Itachi forced his exhausted body to continue moving and tried to guide his clumsy steps through the woods as carefully as possible.

ㅤFinally, the stream. The way the sunset light reflected off the surface of the water could be called beautiful, if only he didn't have far more pressing matters to claim his attention. With a final effort, he stumbled over to the shore and slumped down to his scraped knees, half on the wet soil and half into the water, and couldn't be bothered to care. For the next long minutes, he drank from that water like his life depended on it, before sitting back again. Everything was still very much awful, but that blessed fresh liquid helped a little bit. Just as he was about to try to wash his face, though, the creaking of leaves and twigs on the ground immediately made him freeze in place. Footsteps. Somebody was approaching. Somebody he could not identify, because his brain was so clouded from fever and pain and trauma and now panic that he couldn't focus at all. What if it was a ROOT operative...? What if it was Danzo himself...?

ㅤWith great effort, Itachi made himself stand again, despite clearly not very stable on his feet. His katana had stayed behind at the Uchiha compound, discarded after the massacre [oh... the stupid fool he'd been back then, believing the worst if it all was over], so the only thing he had to defend himself with was a simple kunai. So he held it up in front of himself, trying to keep a composed defensive stance as much as possible, and called out to the stranger.

«I know you're there... show yourself.»

[reddawnmultimuse]

"Oi Deidara when shall we pay A visit to your master Sasori-no-Danna?" Shisui smirks poking Deidara.

"What are you talking about, Uchiha? You want to go see Sasori-no-Danna, then you go see him!" Deidara slaps Shisui's hand away.

[thatsneakymedic]

Shisui's to-do list that Kabuto accidentally found

-get a new suit

-atten the meeting

-quit smoking

-exercise more

-do Kabuto every night 😈

@shisui-uchiha-anon

He happened to have found it among the booklets when he was looking for a pen to write in his own notepad. The paper was just sticking out of the file and Kabuto just had to fix it since disorganization always bothered him.

Reading the list of contents, while he is really happy that Shisui actually intends to make the improvements in his life by not smoking, he is however. Curious on what the last one is.

"Every night? Isn't that a tad bit excessive?" Kabuto thinks to himself as he uncaps the pen and decides to add something to the list now.

"do Kabuto at every opportunity" while completely crossing out the night and adding the "at" word to it too.

"There. That's better." Kabuto smiled a bit as he puts it away neatly back into the book and arranges the books to their proper order.

Well, least he got his pen, but now he's starting to wonder if he might regret adding it, but it might make things interesting from here on out.

He also did underline the "Quit smoking" option too. Even if he himself has his own struggles with his own smoking habits.

[hatredcurse]

@shisui-uchiha-anon | Shisui — Continued

The twinkling lights of the festival shined bright against the dark purple gradient of the night sky. From atop the hill, the light was distant, leaving Izuna feeling as if he were at the edge of a quiet abyss; a thin veil separating him from the city of living souls. Souls that were never tarnished by death itself, living this one life that they have.

Izuna, freshly reborn, was wandering about as a living apparition. New eyes sat pretty in their sockets, but the rest of him still wore his funeral in tatters on his youth: decorative white robe, untied long hair, the bloodied silk cloth that once covered his eyes now tied around his neck, hiding the thin purple veins were the poison once lingered. Edo-Tensei marked him undead with his obsidian scleras and hairline cracks on his skin, making him unsightly to sore eyes. 

“I can’t regret what I had no say in. All I can do is lament the sorry choices of others,” he spoke, tone thin and expressionless. He had no more tears to cry over it.

Since the other had acknowledged him, he stepped closer, joining him in staring off the edge. “I was seeking familiar company and you were the closest signature to my estate.”  Notably Shisui seemed troubled by something and it begged questions in the older Uchiha. “Something bothering you or is this a particularly vulnerable night?”

[shinobinvku]

@shisui-uchiha-anon sent: [  NO  VACANCIES  ]:     both characters are in a position where they must share a hotel room together; not so bad, until they realize the only room left has one bed and no sofa in it. paired with a carpet that not even a worst enemy would be subjected to, the two must share the bed. | For Chitose

𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐈 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍, requiring them to go deep undercover for an extended period to observe the enemy’s territory and gather any valuable intelligence. Their roles were simple; they must portray themselves as a loving, unsuspecting couple traveling through the enemy’s village.

In the beginning, everything seemed to be going according to plan. As ANBU, surely neither Shisui nor Chitose was unfamiliar with this type of work. Blending among a crowd of villagers is just as imperative as hiding within the shadows. However, when it came to inquiring about a room for the evening, things became a little more complicated, to say the least.

It was logical for them to claim a shared bedroom at the inn as part of their cover story, even though there was only one bed. However, Chitose hadn't anticipated sharing the same bed with the Body Flicker for the mission. The fact is, they had no other choice. For them to complete their mission successfully, both needed to be well-rested.

The hour is late when the Dragon emerges from the bathroom wearing a blue yukata courtesy of the inn, fresh from the shower. She notices Shisui sitting at the edge of the bed, going over their plans, and the two lock eyes from across the room for a moment. The air feels vaguely tense between them, but the Dragon will do her best to ignore it as she slides back the covers of their futon and lies down.

❝How long are you planning to stay up? ❞ She asks, turning over onto her side to face him.