#uchiha hikari

[belit0]

Hello, could you do more of the Indra family? Anything, just reading about them makes me happy🫶. Also, your writings.

YES, I LOVE WRITING THEM SO MUCH

Here you have three different scenes, one sweeter than the other

Also, I made a full master list for this family, check it out!!

The house lay in stillness, the kind that settles after a long day, when twilight drapes itself softly over walls and the world breathes in quiet.

Ivy stood by the open window, the breeze brushing through her hair, one hand resting over the curve of her belly.

Her breathing was slow, her body heavy with the hush of early motherhood, and yet her gaze remained steady—peaceful, yes, but alert, always watching.

Indra entered without sound, barefoot and in his house yukata, the loose folds of the fabric falling neatly over him.

In his arms, Raizen slept soundly, one arm dangling and mouth slightly open in the unbothered sprawl of childhood.

The boy had fallen asleep on the tatami during his usual insistence on waiting for Ivy to finish her tea, and Indra, wordless as always, had retrieved him before the evening chill could creep into his bones.

He walked up to her side.

The silence stretched between them like a shared breath.

–He insists on fighting sleep, yet loses every time.– Indra remarked, voice quiet, just above a murmur, as he gently adjusted the sleeping child in his arms.

–He gets that from you.– Ivy replied, her lips tugging at a smile. –You fight everything. Sleep included.–

A pause.

–I do not lose, though.

–He bit your ankle this morning.

His gaze narrowed slightly. –He ambushed me.–

Ivy laughed, soft and low.

She leaned to press a kiss to Raizen’s tousled hair.

But Indra’s attention had drifted, his eyes moving once more to her belly.

There was a thought behind them, one that pulled his focus deeper—then, with barely a flicker of chakra, his Sharingan ignited.

A precaution, perhaps.

Or instinct.

Or something subtler he did not name.

Seconds passed.

And then—

He froze.

The shift was minute, but she saw it.

Indra, who never lost his composure, now stood as if the world had tilted beneath him.

His brow lowered.

His expression turned unreadable.

Ivy straightened slowly, concern beginning to rise in her chest.

–What is it?

He said nothing.

–Indra.

Still nothing.

Only the quiet whirl of red in his eyes, locked to her stomach.

–Indra, you’re worrying me.

He blinked once, then slowly lowered to his knees before her, Raizen still asleep in one arm.

His free hand came to rest just above her belly, fingers barely touching the fabric of her robe.

A breath. Then, finally:

–There are two.

Ivy stared.

–Two?

He nodded once. –Two heartbeats. Both steady.–

Her mouth opened in disbelief, then closed again. –You’re… certain?–

His gaze lifted, and his expression softened—not with confusion, but with something almost reverent.

–I do not mistake something so important.

A moment passed, heavy with silence—and then Ivy let out a startled laugh, one hand flying to her mouth.

–Oh gods, darling… We’re having twins.

–Apparently.– He still sounded dazed.

She shook her head, breathless. –No wonder I’ve been so tired.–

–You’ll be even more so.– he murmured, thumb now brushing absently along the curve of her belly.

–So will you.– Her smile turned teasing. –Three children under five. Good luck ever meditating again.–

He gave a long exhale, as if he were only now beginning to understand the scale of what was to come.

Raizen shifted in his arms and mumbled something incomprehensible against his shoulder. Indra held him closer, but his eyes remained fixed on Ivy’s belly—on the two lives growing within her, the two sons who, even now, were rewriting the future in silence.

–Two.– he said again, quietly, as if the word still refused to settle.

Ivy leaned forward, cupping his cheek. –You look like you’ve been hit.–

–I feel it.

She laughed again, and something in him warmed at the sound.

–You’ll handle it.– she said gently.

He looked up at her—this woman who had never once flinched beside him, not in war, not in peace, not even now with the weight of two new lives pressing against her spine.

He touched her hand. –Not without you.–

And for the first time in years, the ever-stoic Uchiha patriarch looked well and truly overwhelmed—not by battle or fate, but by the quiet, miraculous doubling of a future he’d never dared to imagine.

//

It was still dark when Ivy slipped from bed, the faint creak of floorboards barely enough to stir the silence.

Ame, ever the silent observer, waited.

She’d been awake already, curled up on her own futon, listening.

Watching the shadow of her mother move past the door.

The moment the space beside Indra emptied, she moved.

She didn’t rush.

She didn’t need to.

There was no threat here.

Just the stillness of morning and the draw of something unspoken but constant—like gravity.

She pulled back the heavy blanket and crawled into the space Ivy left behind.

Indra lay on his side, his back broad and unmoving, the rise and fall of his breath slow and deep with sleep. His hair was everywhere—brown, thick, a soft curtain tangled across the pillows. It spilled behind him, half-covering the space where she now tucked herself in.

Her little hand curled beneath her cheek. Her nose brushed the base of his neck.

His warmth bled into her skin, and the room ceased to exist.

It always did, when she was near him.

As if nothing could ever reach her here.

As if the world stopped at his shoulders.

Safe.

She didn’t know how to describe it, not with words—but her small body understood.

With Dada there, nothing could happen.

There were no monsters.

No war. No fire.

Not even nightmares dared slip past his breath.

She pressed her face closer to his back, let out a tiny sigh, and allowed herself to drift.

And then, without warning—he rolled.

A mountain turned in its sleep.

An arm flopped across her chest. His hair swept over her face like a silken shroud. And then: his full weight.

Solid muscle. Heavy warmth. Crushing, suffocating.

She let out a squeal of betrayal, short and high-pitched and absolutely scandalized.

–DADA!

There was a shift—then the world exploded.

The blanket flew up.

His arm snapped back.

Sharingan ignited like fire across his face, eyes sharp, deadly, already scanning the room as his body snapped upright with a speed that could kill.

–WHO—

He stopped.

Blinked.

Looked down.

Ame lay sprawled beneath the chaos, hair fluffed like a disgruntled cat, face red with indignation.

Her eyes were wide, betrayed, puffed in outrage.

She pointed a finger at his chest like she’d just witnessed a crime.

–You squished me.

Indra, breathing hard, stared at her.

The Sharingan spun once more, then slowly bled back to black.

–You were behind me...?

–You moved. You rolled on top of me.

His face gave nothing.

No guilt.

No softness.

Only a blink.

–I didn’t sense you. That’s not my fault.

A beat of silence passed.

She scrambled into his lap anyway.

–I could’ve died,– she grumbled, curling up again like it never happened.

He stared at her a moment longer, then placed one large, warm hand against her back and drew her close.

No apology.

But his arm tightened around her, shielding.

She let out a long sigh, settling.

He glanced at the door, hair falling across his eyes. –Your mother saw none of that.–

–I’m telling Mama everything.

He narrowed his eyes.

She smirked.

He looked away.

And then—very softly, under his breath:

–...you’re not allowed to be that small. It’s a hazard.

Ame lay curled against his chest, small hands tangled in the fabric of his robe, cheek pressed firmly over his heart like she could anchor herself to its steady beat.

She was warm again, safe—though the betrayal lingered in the air like smoke after a battlefield.

Indra’s hair had fallen over her shoulder, blanketing them both, and his eyes were half-lidded now.

He sat upright still, spine straight out of habit, but the edge was gone.

Sleep was returning.

Slowly.

So was her grudge.

–You crushed me Dada.– she mumbled into his chest, voice muffled by fabric and sleep.

–I said it wasn’t intentional.– His voice was low, gravelly from sleep. –And you were silent. That’s stealth, not safety.–

–You crushed me with your back. That's not even a real attack, Dada. It’s just being huge.

He exhaled through his nose.

Barely a sigh.

Barely not a laugh.

–What do you want?– he asked finally, voice patient but exhausted, like a man who’d negotiated war treaties but knew exactly when he was about to lose.

She stirred, just enough to whisper her price.

–Three cookies. Mama’s, the soft ones. The good kind.

A pause.

–...No.

Ame made a wounded sound, soft and pitiful. Her fingers clutched tighter at his robe. –Two cookies.–

His brow twitched.

–And a strawberry one from the jar on the high shelf.–

–That’s a sugar bomb. No.

–Then three cookies again.

His jaw clenched faintly, eyes closing for a moment.

The hand on her back rose to her hair, smoothing it with unconscious care.

–One soft cookie. One strawberry. Final offer.

A beat of silence.

She yawned against him, snuggling deeper into his arms, her battle all but forgotten now that the terms were favorable.

–Mm’kay… but I want them warmed up. Just a little.

–You’re demanding for someone who invaded my sleep.

–I’m little. That’s my job.

Another exhale.

This one, more definitely amused.

He didn’t answer.

Just adjusted her more securely in his arms, shifting until they both could sink a little deeper into the blankets.

Her fingers were already loosening their grip, her breathing slow and even again.

Just before she drifted off, she mumbled, barely audible:

-Dada, your back it's the safest place in the world.

And Indra, whose hands had summoned storms and leveled armies, tightened his grip around his daughter—quiet, careful.

–Sleep, Ame.–

//

The day had been uneventful.

The kind of slow, gentle rhythm that filled the house with birdsong and dust motes dancing in golden shafts of light.

The children were outside, their voices distant—muffled by spring wind and mischief.

And Ivy, alone inside for the first time in what felt like ages, had decided to clean the older storeroom tucked near Indra’s study.

There was nothing special about the room—aged scrolls, war records, ceremonial pieces long since forgotten.

Dust clung to everything like old memories.

She reached for a lacquered box buried beneath stacks of old correspondence, something half-forgotten and long untouched.

Inside were neatly folded parchments, pressed petals of some long-gone season, and at the bottom—worn, creased, faded around the edges—a single piece of parchment, folded over several times.

There was no signature.

No date.

But she knew his hand like she knew the lines of his face.

Sharp strokes, controlled yet heavy, like every word had been carved rather than written.

And as her eyes moved down the page, the silence shifted.

The house, the wind, the light itself—everything grew quiet.

You found me where no one had dared to look— beneath the silence, under the iron weight of duty, inside the storm.

The words sank into her like a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

Soft, aching, stripped of the polished armor Indra wore before everyone else.

There was no grandeur here, no pride.

Just truth.

A confession folded away in a room no one entered, in a box no one opened.

A love so vast, so unrelenting, he hadn’t dared speak it aloud.

Ivy sat on the edge of an old chest, the poem open in her hands.

Her fingers trembled only slightly—not from pain, but from the weight of being seen so fully.

You said: “Let it bleed. Make it honest.” So I do.

She could picture him, younger then, alone in the flicker of firelight, writing with ink-stained hands and a heart he didn’t yet know how to offer.

And somehow, even in silence, she heard the echo of his voice in every line.

By the time she reached the final words, a single tear had rolled down her cheek—hot and silent.

Because I do not exist without you.

She pressed the parchment to her chest.

For a long time, she didn’t move.

Didn’t breathe.

She just sat there—holding every word he never said, and feeling the quiet fury of how deeply he loved her, even then.

Behind her, footsteps approached. She didn’t need to turn.

–You were never going to give this to me, were you.– Her voice was steady, but soft.

A pause.

–No.– His voice, low behind her. Rough, unguarded. –It was too much. You… were too much. I didn’t know if I was allowed to feel something so—

He faltered.

She turned, eyes shining, and reached for him.

–You were always allowed. Always.

And for once, he didn’t answer with silence.

He knelt before her, head bowed, forehead pressing gently to her knees—his arms wrapping around her waist, not as a warrior clinging to his anchor, but as a man finally letting himself be held.

And Ivy, poem still in hand, ran her fingers through his hair and whispered, –You existed long before I found you, Indra. But you only lived once I loved you.

The full poem, written by a mid 20's Indra:

You stepped into the wind and left your fears behind— not with defiance, but with grace too brave for this world. And when the cold touched you, you cried without shame, as if sorrow, too, was something to be carried with dignity. You found me where no one had dared to look— beneath the silence, under the iron weight of duty, inside the storm. You never asked what I was made of. You simply stood there, and I became. I was not a man until you needed one. And I was not alive until I saw you run, barefoot through the dusk, laughing so hard you cried. You asked me to write something that would be worth your name. You said: “Let it bleed. Make it honest.” So I do. We never fought with weapons— only with the pride we mistook for armor. We never won, only surrendered in turns. And even when we lost— we still found ourselves in each other. Now, the truth remains, constant as the night sky: I am no longer myself if you choose not to be. The world can end, the stars can fall, but if your hand is near mine, then I was born for this. For you. For the day you were meant to be. And if you should leave again, then I will wait at the edge of every battlefield, at the fold of every wind, where the light begins. Because I do not exist without you.

[x-emeraldsky-x]

can you draw Hikari/Nanashi Uchiha from the Naruto x Boruto Storm Connections game?

I don't know anything about the game, and two characters showed up in search results so I drew both :)

[pastelledraws]

Some fan art head sketches of Hikari (Nanashi) from the Naruto Storm Connections game

[shinoposting]

more memes with uchihas

[cebwrites]

still thinking ab my silly little volleyball au with tae's team...

tenzo has s1 tsukki's "it's just a club activity" mentality because he's a new member among this group of already close/established friends -brought in to fill the gap left by their previous captain no less - but slowly becomes one of the team's trusted pillars with his consistent receives like daichi 🥺

who would've known "volleyball saved my life" takeru, "i probably wouldn't be here without these guys" mizuki, hagane/kamizuki "the court gave us somewhere to belong" kotetsu/izumo, and uzumaki "i can't be anything but his ace" inaba would sway tenzo's wooden heart at least a little

alto putting their hand on his shoulder saying it's hard not to be influenced by these guys, huh? and then runs up to everyone else laughing in the sun, tenzo's left wondering if it's really alright for him to fight alongside them if he doesn't have the same commitment but yomu pats his back as he passes and tae smiles at tenzo with the rest of the team that reminds him that it doesn't matter if his motivations don't match everyone else because he's WANTED on this team and they're going to win oh i'm going to be ill

not sure what they'd all be doing in the present but i'd imagine like the haikyuu boys some of them went to rep japan and some didn't

inaba runs a little soba stand with his girlfriend, zumo's a tattoo artist and tetsu works at an autoshop a block or two away so he's always there to bother his husband during lunch, kohaku is a sign painter, tenzo (goes by yamato these days to everyone except tae) is predictably an architect, yomu married rich and they never saw him again (he still texts pictures of his cats but isn't very social), mizuki teaches night school but coco earns more as a fashion designer, and rio's a lawyer

their coach is a pet groomer and if you see them frequently enough you'll notice the funny toothpick guy and the funny mask guy still hanging around, takashi's still studying medicine, and shisui works in marketing for the uchiha business firm and ends up running in the same circles as rio a lot

i'm conflicted on whether tae should still be playing professionally at 27 (if he is inaba, kohaku and tenz are probably there with him) or if he's found himself a job that has nothing to do with volleyball; probably would end up travelling a lot regardless however since that's just who he is he absolutely would coach at the local youth center though and organize little food drives/community events as often as he can no matter what path he took

they're in frequent contact despite busy lives and hang out often but all meet for drinks once or month and pretend like they haven't seen each other in decades. when they go to the beach and the net comes out they're just as competitive as they were 5-10 years ago, just with a lot more complaining about joints after </3

oh and just for fun, their numbers and positions :3c

1# Shisui - Captain (Former) / Wing Spiker / Outside Hitter 2# Tae - Captain / Middle Blocker / Setter 3# Kohaku - Vice Captain (Former) / Middle Blocker / Setter 4# Inaba - Wing Spiker / Opposite Hitter / Ace 5# Kotetsu - Wing Spiker / Outside Hitter 6# Izumo - Setter / Outside Hitter 7# Tenzo/Yamato - Vice Captain / Middle Blocker / Opposite Hitter 8# Mizuki - Libero 9# Yomu - Pinch Server / Middle Blocker 10# Aiji - Wing Spiker / Outside Hitter 11# Hotaru - Setter 12# Hazuki - Middle Blocker

[naruto-general-opinions]

[doamarierose-honoka]

The Naruto Universe has introduced another powerhouse of the Uchiha Clan – and she goes by the name of Hikari Uchiha!

Hikari Uchiha's Power Explained

Actually, you'll probably hear Hikari more commonly referred to as "Nanashi," and she was a kunoichi of the Uchiha Clan during the Warring States Period of history, which preceded the formation of Konohagakure and the other hidden villages. Hikari had uniquely powerful chakra and jutsu abilities, including a full-matured Sharingan at a young age, and a Mangekyo Sharingan that allowed her to unleash a Genjutsu known as the Yachihoko, which allowed her to erase memories and control the minds and chakra of others.

During the Warring State Period, the Uchiha Clan used Hikari and her powers as a powerful weapon against the other shinobi clans. Hikari was similarly treated as a living weapon instead of a person; she had her real name replaced by "Nanashi," and was locked away in a cage during the war. The Sarutobi and Senju clans formed an alliance and used a fuinjutsu to seal Ninashi away, where she remained until the modern-day age of Boruto Uzumaki's youth.

How Nanashi Becomes A Villain

The Story Mode of the new game Naruto x Boruto: Ulitmate Ninja Storm Connections sees the game's main villain, Merz of the Zero organization, release Hikari from her seal. As a disciple of Pain and his Akatsuki, Merz manipulates Nanashi's feelings of hurt and anger into a plot to get revenge on the entire shinobi world. When Boruto gets into a popular online game called "Ninja Heroes" he begins to befriend the game's navigator, "Nanashi," only to realize something sinister is afoot...

(SPOILERS) During the course of Ultimate Nina Storm Connections' story, Merz and Nanashi use an Engraved Tsukuyomi and the Yachihoko to influence the entire shinobi world and nearly push it into the Fight Shinobi World War. Team 7, Hidden Leaf's heroes (Naruto and Sasuke), and Toneri Otsutsuki all unite in the fight, breaking the Yachihoko and then stopping Merz and Zero for good. However, during that fight Boruto's friendship causes Nanashi to change sides, and she sacrifices herself to help him win against Merz in battle.

Hikari Uchiha Redeemed

Nanashi's story doesn't end in that tragedy, though. Boruto gets sent back in time by Toneri Otsutsuki, where he meets and rescues Nanashi from the Uchiha Clan's cruelty during the Warring State Period. After battling their way out of the Uchiha Clan's stronghold, Boruto reveals her true name and identity to her, inspiring her to go off and live a life as something more than a living weapon.

Boruto gets the touching validation of Hikari having lived a good life, as he discovers upon returning to the present day that she leaves behind an account of how much he changed her life for the better.

[plumsaffron]

Boruto Ninja Storm Connections... *GRUNTS*

Yep nothing else better to do but portray Uchiha Clan during the warring state era as evil while Senju Clan is just oh lets seal Hikari Uchiha (The true name of Nanashi Uchiha) away. Merz the flop edition of Pain to become Uchiha hairstyle stealing meh and Shin Uchiha wannabe once the rest of his face is shown.

It's a shame I actually thought it was interesting using the game as a tsukuyomi smokescreen used for weakening gamers and gamers unknowing helping destroy memories of people not playing the game when the eye on the moon is used to control the ninjas. Then it went downhill after Toneri lead Boruto and his friends to see Hikari memories.

I was hooked for the moment she wanted the ninja world to die. But once I saw her memories as whole, I'm like why? Really? And then the extra part is just Boruto and Hikari fighting the Uchiha Clan. *groans*

Ugh. They could have at least had them fight like 3 Senju members after escaping but nah. Amuses me tho that Boruto was having more trouble in the past than the present timeline.

[flawlessstriker]

I just want them to be friends and hang out and go get boba

If any of y'all are wondering about the YouTube channel, that's one that me and my bf run. I posted it over there too.

[thatone-churro]

oh my god i did not expect the storm connections story to make me actually feel shit tonight. what the fuck. i’m gonna cry.

[belit0]

Family Bonding msmdmsmx

Any headcanon? Story ? Kskskxkckc

WE'RE OFFICIALLY NAMING THE MOTHER, INDRA'S WIFE, "IVY"

The evening was quiet, the house settled in a rare moment of peace. Outside, the wind stirred the leaves, rustling against the wooden panels, but within the room, all was still—save for the rhythmic gliding of combs through silk-like strands.

Ivy sat with her legs tucked beneath her, her impossibly long hair cascading around her like a light waterfall, spilling onto the floor in shimmering waves. It was a task, maintaining it, for her hair was not merely an aesthetic feature—it was a vessel of her power, her chakra woven into every strand, growing longer as her strength deepened.

It was too much work for just her.

Which is how she found herself in this rare, intimate moment, her husband and children gathered around her, each with a comb in hand, working through the seemingly endless locks.

Indra sat behind her, his movements precise and steady, untangling knots with practiced ease. He did not speak much, but his presence was grounding. His fingers, calloused from war and command, were surprisingly gentle against her scalp, methodically parting sections of her hair with an almost reverent focus.

Raizen was on her right, silent as always, mirroring his father’s movements with careful precision. He never rushed, never tugged too hard—he treated the task with the same level of importance as any of his training exercises, his focus unwavering.

On her left, however—

-Ow,- Ivy muttered.

Hikari and Inari froze.

-That wasn’t me,- Hikari immediately said, pointing at his twin.

-Liar,- Inari shot back. -You pulled too hard.-

-I did not.

-Yes, you did.

-You’re the reckless one—

-Boys,- Ivy sighed, exhaling sharply through her nose.

Both instantly straightened, realizing they had pushed their luck.

Indra, without pausing his combing, gave them a single, unimpressed glance. -Do it properly, or don’t do it at all.-

The twins huffed in unison but complied, resuming their work with exaggerated care, though it was clear they were far more interested in playing with her hair than actually untangling it.

-I think we should braid it,- Hikari suggested suddenly.

-No, Indra said immediately.

-Why not?

-Because you’ll make a mess.

Inari, who had just finished tying a small section into a loose knot, grinned. -Too late.-

Raizen sighed, but Ivy only shook her head, a small smile curling at her lips despite herself.

They continued like that for a while, the room filled with the soft sounds of combs gliding through strands, the occasional murmur between father and son, and the ever-present mischief of the twins.

And in that moment—amidst the rare tranquility, the warmth of her family around her, the weight of their hands carefully tending to what she could not do alone—Ivy felt something deep and quiet settle within her.

She was powerful. Strong beyond measure. But even she had moments where she needed them.

And they, in their own ways, would always be there.

[x-emeraldsky-x]

Can you also draw Hikari/Nanashi Uchiha if she was Edo Tensei'd (Reanimated)?

[quotesfromnaruto]

A weapon does not need a kind name. "Nanashi" will be perfect for you.

The Uchiha Clan, to Nanashi (Naruto x Boruto Ultimate Ninja Storm Connections)

[depressedhatakekakashi]

Hatake clan lives AU! Like there are clan members around, Yua lives, no bad mission for Sakumo, maybe Kakashi gets to meet Hikari? Would Kakashi be one of those genius kids who is too proud of his clan and lineage growing up, or would his parents being dorks in public make him a little embarrassed and tone down his arrogance back then?

Ok, hotaru is Madara’s age and madara was 100 when he ‘found’ Obito. That means he was around 70 when Sakumo was born.

Meaning Hotaru is 70 and living well when Sakumo is born until he’s maybe five, and some of Sakumo’s first memories are of this really silly adult who seem’s to thrive iff of chaos and will be the only one to openly insult Madara in the dumbest ways (never his skill or personality)

I think Sakumo would be a little bit more silly if that were the case. Not just ‘anxious dad’ but anxious openly happily silly dad who thrives off of embaressing his wife and son (and oh boy does he)

Hikari and Ayame getting to meet Yua and loving her 😭😭😭 they want to make her feel at home and will have WORDS with anyone who makes their daughter in law feel like she doesn’t belong.

Hikari and Ayame getting to love their grandson and perhaps feeding a little into his ego because he got that from somewhere and I think Ayame would be able to refrain from getting excited when he excels. Hikari is a lot more chill about it and will bonk him on the top of the head if he starts getting arrogent.

Kakashi getting to know his mother, see his father grow old, meeting his grandparents. Learning Hatake Clan jutsu’s from his family and hearing stories about the clan.

Urge it hurts i love it so much 😭😭😭

No no no WAIT!

Obito talking about the sharingan and Kakashi smuggly reminding him that He could ALSO unlock it since he has Uchiha blood. (He can’t that got cut off through Ayame because she didn’t inherit it and neither did Sakumo. kakashi’s just being RUDE)

[gorematchala]

The reviews for Nart/Bort Stormuto Connectione are in, and longtime fans can't get enough of no online lobbies

[uchiha-gaeshi]

I wonder what kind of reputation the Kaguya Clan had back during the WSE....or even before the WSE began in the first place.

Kiba has a lot of audacity calling Choji the weakest of them all when he was the one to break all of them out of the barrier ninjutsu when Kiba's attempts did jack shit.