#uchihaprodigy

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[sharkfinx]

me defending @uchihaprodigy​ 

[sakura-rpblog]

@uchihaprodigy answered:

If only it were that easy. To ask questions and receive honest answers. However, Itachi is so wrapped up in fabrications of his own making that he spills truths, lies and half truths all in a single breath. It’s up to his listeners what they accept and what they don’t.

His mind buzzes with static; sharingan spinning, filtering a lifetime’s worth of memories in a blink. Disjointed words jumble from the recesses of his mind, fragmented sentences that need chewing, parsing. It’s really not the best time for his eyes to itch the way they do.

“Or what? You really think you can threaten me?” He laughs, dragging fingers down his face as black feathers, caught in the current of his chakra, swirl and pulse to the beat of his heart.

“Think again.”

It was a bold move, that much she knows, but what else can she do exactly when you are facing someone as Itachi Uchiha? She looks back at the rest of the squad, mostly made up of medical nins. They did not expect this encounter after all as they are in the forest to gather herbs to replant in Konoha’s greenhouse.

Who would’ve thought this short trip up the mountains would end up with them facing the man Konoha has been trying to get their hands on for years?

“ I am not here to threaten you. I am simply stating facts, Itachi-san. You can’t run forever... “ there was a slight tremble in her voice, no matter how much she fights to keep it steady. But knowing they are at a huge disadvantage meeting Itachi here, with a team not meant to fight, Sakura knows she has to refrain making him angry, “ I heard some things. Maybe they are rumours, maybe they are not -- who knows. It is about the real reason why you did everything you did.... “

[hana-akari]

@uchihaprodigy​ continued from x

The sudden spike of chakra didn’t phase the pink haired woman at all, in fact it brought a smile to her face. It meant he was actually going to answer the door. She was so sure he was just going to ignore the knock and continue on with whatever he was doing before. 

Her smile remained when he cracked open the door, in fact, she looked a bit excited when he said her name, “Ah! You remembered my name.” Not something she was expecting considering how little they’ve had the chance to interact. She’s healed him a couple times in the past but that’s about it.

She was quite happy he wasn’t just outright glaring at her. She was so used to Sasuke’s level of Uchiha crankiness that Itachi’s near blank expression peaking through the crack of the door felt like a welcomed change. Out of all the Uchiha she has met, Itachi had the least crankiest expression on his face. She was pretty sure that chronic glare was genetic for them, at least, it seemed that way when it came to Sasuke.

“Yes, you can help me by taking these chocolates and eating them.” She held out the box at him while he peeked through the door.

“I made you some Valentine's chocolate. Even went through the extra effort to make them into hearts! They’re a bit deformed looking but I tried.” She continued on, still stupidly holding out the box, completely expecting him to take it,

“I figured you didn’t get anything, and I’d hate for someone to feel lonely during this time, so I brought this as a peace offering of sorts.” Sakura liked to believe everyone deserves a second chance. Even Itachi. Sense no one else had the balls to reach out to him, she was going to. Worst he could do was reject her offering and that wouldn’t be the first time an Uchiha rejected her right to her face. She was prepared for anything.

[shisui-uchiha-anon]

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[kiyafromkiri]

Continued from X @uchihaprodigy

It was not supposed to be her turn to be the designated sober friend in charge of making sure she and her companion got home. Actually that had been her the last time she was dragged to some party that she honestly had no time or business going to. But by the first half hour her partner in crime had slipped off and promptly gotten more than just lucky. By the time Kiya found out several tasty beverages had been consumed, but had been left alone. With relatively no one to talk to.

So now she was alone, avoiding potential disaster and trying to make sure that if she was going to keep drinking at least there should be food consumed right alone with it. The puff pastries were particularly delicious.

It’s during contemplation of wondering if she could just slip out (with her friend currently making up with a significant other and doing so loudly down the hall), when she turns to find a body up in her personal space and leaning forward. Against… her? Or the table? He is taller than her but it’s not hard to be, and if she wanted she thinks she could either slip out it be able to kick him hard enough.

Oh, she knows this person. “Uh, hello?” And he doesn’t remember her? Mutual friends and whatnot, but clearly he doesn’t remember her. They haven’t hung out together, not really. On one hand he looks like he’s totally out of it and even if she might be slightly past tipsy, he’s definitely either drunk or stoned. And sleepy?

Then his mouth opens. And out comes one of the cheesiest pick up lines she’s ever heard and if he wasn’t being utterly adorable while out of his mind she might have kicked him for the smirk. It earns a snort of laughter and a sigh. No kicks.

Instead Kiya’s hands go to his hips to help steady and give some semblance of balance. Even if she’s sorta enjoying the whole pressed-up-against-something situation. Just, you know, she might wish they were both more sober for this. And against a wall. Or something not covered with food and drink and potential messes. “Itachi, you know me. We’ve met before.”

She wonders though, in this state, if he might let her play with his hair and braid it. Given the lack of personal bubble they’ve found themselves in.

[zokucho]

No  matter  his  skill  with  a  kunai  or  aptitude  for  academia,  @uchihaprodigy​  was  still  a  child,  thus,  for  as  long  as  Mikoto  could  help  it,  entitled  to  his  fair  share  of  childish  delights.  She  sets  a  small  bowl  of  cut  fruit  in  front  of  him  (  strawberries,  tangerines,  apple,  mango;  a  selection  that  would  make  any  sweet  tooth  falter  )  before  taking  a  seat  at  the  table.  It  was  becoming  harder  to  have  moments  like  these  with  him.  The  village  was  determined  to  strip  the  baby  fat  from  his  cheeks  the  same  way  a  hunter  flayed  a  deer  to  reach  prime  venison,  rendering  the  animal  into  useful  flesh  and  useless  scrap,  as  if  he  were  only  ———  ...

A  dark  prediction  in  her  body,  but  a  warmth  upon  her  face  :  Mikoto’s  joy,  gently  unobtrusive  in  the  space  between  them.  It  was  a  skill,  exchanging  personhood  for  motherhood,  shelving  the  worry  from  his  sight  like  memoirs  in  a  shoebox;  only  her  Lord  husband  would  be  allowed  to  see  the  inner  compartments  of  her  psyche.  For  Itachi...  

For  Itachi,  there  was  only  this.  A  pleasantly  cool  room.  A  family  dinner  table.  The  sugary  scent  of  a  mother’s  love.  The  offer  of  being  a  normal  boy,  ever  present,  even  if  he  did  not  wish  to  take  it.

❝    What  kind  of  birthday  party  would  you  like  this  year,  Itachi?  Is  there  anyone  you  would  like  to  invite?    ❞

[eyecanfixthat]

@uchihaprodigy || Contd. from X

Shisui was not expecting an almost immediate response. Honestly, he’s been too afraid to look at his messages, unsure of what the guy on the other end was going to say. Maybe they’d laugh at him and turn him down. Maybe he shouldn’t have done this at all. What if this complete stranger distributes his photo to other complete strangers? Sure, his face isn’t in the picture and that could technically be anybody, but still.

All flavors of regret are running through his head as he lay there in bed, suddenly sweating, fingers trembling somewhat.

And it takes him a bit to work up the courage to pick up the phone and read the message after it comes through. Has to suck in a few deep breaths, tell himself he could claim that wasn’t him if threatened, and delete+block is always an option if things go pear-shaped.

He is not expecting a message from Itachi, however. (And there’s that big part of him that’s wishing it’s Itachi on the other side of the conversation he’d been having with the stranger on Grindr.)

Itachi’s number on his phone seems to calm him down more than any pep talk he can give himself. So much so that he immediately goes in and opens up the message—

…Only to be thoroughly mortified at what’s just happened. Be careful what you wish for.

Shisui literally blanks out for a good long moment there where he hasn’t the slightest clue what to do now. The panic is back, all the color’s drained right out of his face, he’s dizzy, and he just wants the ground to swallow him up.

Something tells him he can’t rectify this with a simple text.

This is Itachi. This is his best friend. They went well beyond just ‘good friends’.

So Shisui presses the little green icon and brings his phone up to his ear, heart pounding in his chest, hoping Itachi would pick up. He’d sounded angry in that reply—perhaps he’s disgusted by him. Perhaps he’s mad at him for waking him up at ass-o’-clock. Perhaps it’s both.

At this point, Shisui is just counting the rings…

[shankreligious]

╳✞╳✞╳ @uchihaprodigy

" So... do you do vocals? "

[rather-be-the-hunter]

Even as a child, certain things were simply facts of Hana’s life. Until entering the Academy, they had been the one to mostly take care of their baby brother Kiba. (Their mother, Tsume, was busy with missions and leading the Pack; their father had left.) They loved their ninken and their brother more than anyone or anything else. (As only one of the three Haimaru Brothers would’ve been allowed to accompany them, they had made the painful choice to leave all three at home.) They had a voracious desire for knowledge that seemed to surprise just about anyone who learned that fact. (Apparently, the Inuzuka Clan was far more known for brawn than brains.) Perhaps most importantly, they didn’t see themself as a girl, though they didn’t mind people calling them a girl or a boy.

(Not unless they felt the need to mention feeling a specific way.)

But there was one fact that became almost immediately apparent: they were cheerfully friendly, almost to a fault, in nearly every situation they found themself in. With that last fact in mind, when the brunet turned a wide grin -- fang-like canines on full display -- on the quiet boy they had been seated next to in class, it shouldn’t have been a surprise that they introduced themself immediately. (They knew he was an Uchiha, but didn’t really care one way or the other; a potential friend was a potential friend, regardless.) Along with their introduction, they tented a hand for him to shake, if he wanted. “Hi, I’m Hana! Hana Inuzuka.” After a pause, they continued, clearly having said something like this a few times before now. Still, their grin remained in place.

“You write it like ‘nose (鼻),’ not ‘flower (花),’ by the way.”

@uchihaprodigy

[sharkfinx]

@uchihaprodigy​​ asked:

Itachi's gaze lowers from the festive sprig down to his partner, head tilted in question. For a long moment, he wonders if Kisame is aware of the mistletoe hanging overhead and the significance of it. Probably not. With an amused huff, he slides past Kisame, fingertips brushing across his arm. "Let's get some tea."

       A silent nod in agreement, Kisame didn’t questioned the Uchiha's stare. He was used to translate that silence into the meaning, looking towards what had catch their attention as soon he started moving. “Ooooh, look! Itachi san!” A smile crossed the pointy teeth in excitement as he pointed to the decoration.       “A mistletoe.. ne. I guess is that time of the year again! So faast! ” Fingers reached it easily, poking it a few times.       “ Decorating the places with poisonous plants to protect us from Krampus. Should I bite you as the traditions says, when two people are under it? I’ll let you even go first. He he he.”  

[dblfaced]

💩 @uchihaprodigy //PLEASE I WANT TO DIE LAUGHING

Itadori kept one arm slung against his half-opened school uniform, his eyes noticeably (and crudely) accented by Nobara's stolen eyeshadow and mascara. He did his best to keep his face mostly expressionless, yet still disdainful.

“Any technique is worthless before my eyes..." he states calmly, raising a hand to make a peace sign framing the corner of his left eye. There are patterns drawn onto his eyelids that are only visible when he’s closed them, stark red and black swirls that resemble a kamon.

"SHA-KIIIIN, MANGEKYO SHARINGAN-" he yells, leaning forward as though the ancient ninja technique involved laser beams shooting from Itachi's head in a broad sweep that could raze an entire village.

“PEWPEWPEW, BOOOOOSH! AAARGH, ITACHI WHY, YOU TRAITOR...!” he continues, suddenly donning the persona of a secondary minor clan member. He’s sprawled out onto his back against the floor, reaching a trembling arm out towards a phantom assailant before his hand drops again. Yuuji sticks his tongue out of the corner of his mouth for good measure.

“Bleurgh, I’m like super dead now...” he whispers, staring straight at the ceiling like a corpse- albeit a very talkative corpse.

[shisui-uchiha-anon]

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He's talented. He's dangerous. With a kind heart. Will he ever think about himself? Will he ever think of himself first? Or maybe I just can't understand that part of him.

When he smiles, I'm happy too. He could have sat between me and the fire. If he would just lean on me a little, I could help him rest and warm his back before morning. I could hug him and rest my head on his hair. We could listen the crackling of the fire, we could hear the sound of the night. At this fleeting moment … If he would allow me, if he want

Why doesn't he ever want to say … Shisui I'm tired, let's stop or help me rest? He doesn’t have to be strong in front of me. I am always with him as he has been with me since we were children. But he likes to hide his injured heart under that cold mask of indifference.

These thoughts are like a storm when I think about him. Or when he is away. Storm only stops when he is beside me.......

Oh no he noticed that my thoughts went south pls Amaterasu don't let him ask. "Shisui what's on your mind?"

[yourbcnes]

❛  before  you  say  anything …  that’s  it ,  i  just  don’t  want  you  to  say  anything .  ❜ @uchihaprodigy

  "I----- Excuse me?!" He sounds downright offended, shoulders bunching up.

  "Just because of that, I'm gonna talk even more!"

[indra-descendant]

❛ everyone has a part of themselves they hide, even from those they love most. ❜ @uchihaprodigy

@uchihaprodigy

Of all the times, maybe the very last time. Another lecture containing philosophy past his time. Past his Brother's time.

And Sasuke once more couldn't help but feel the cold tips of grief and the hot fires of rage on him.

"Again huh...?"

Itachi carried such a burden. A burden that he couldn't have possibly comprehended until only a short time ago. All this time he cursed his beloved older brother. All this time dreamt and longed for nothing but the worst for him.

He had been wrong. And so had everyone else.

Sasuke so badly wanted to understand... but he just couldn't. For what purpose must he have had everything taken from him? What could justify the lies and the torment?

No answer seemed to come and perhaps it never would.

"But you didn't have to hide it from me."