#crows-calling-rp

Hinata saw the clay bird and the message. Deidara was in trouble and needed her help. Normally everyone would call her crazy, but she went towards his location as fast as she could.

Kagami looked up tiredly from where he was sprawled over the couch, his head hanging over the edge. The curly haired man had eye bags as deep as the Mariana trenches and Izuna could see from how the cat on his chest was rising and dipping down lazily, that Kagami's breathing was slow but deep. He was a mess. Barely out of his ANBU armour so he only was wearing his skin right bodysuit as well as the pants that he managed to unclasp but not take off.

The last mission must have been it's own kind of hell.

WHAT WAS GOING ON TODAY? Could he not step foot anywhere without someone approaching him to speak? HOW RUDE, HOW CRUEL, how utterly insulting! Did they not recognize who he was? The audacity of them! The sheer disgust on his face as he gazed at this individual was palpable, forcing him to clamp his mouth shut to prevent a tirade of complaints about their countless offenses. HE DESPISED THE PRESENCE OF SCUM AND FILTH ENCROACHING UPON HIM; he was perfection incarnate, without a single flaw. He was the greatest being in existence, a god among mere mortals, and HE WOULD NOT TOLERATE ANYONE INVADING HIS PERSONAL SPACE. With a lazy flick of his hand, he attempted to wave them away, utterly appalled that they dared to address him.

"You are violating me upon my personal space; leave at once!"

For generations untold, the esteemed men of the Uchiha clan had faithfully served as knights, their unwavering loyalty pledged to a distinguished royal family. Meanwhile, the women of the Uchiha, equally dedicated, embraced roles as refined ladies-in-waiting, tending to the needs and comforts of the monarchy. Shisui Uchiha, a young man whose destiny seemed irrevocably intertwined with this ancient tradition, had been immersed in rigorous training from his earliest years. His days were filled with the clang of steel as he honed his swordsmanship, and his nights were spent mastering the intricate arts of combat, preparing himself for the noble path that lay ahead.

Now, in a moment steeped in both solemnity and profound personal significance, Shisui knelt before his mistress. The air in the opulent chamber was thick with anticipation as he prepared to utter the sacred vows of fealty, a pledge that would bind him to her service. Yet, as his gaze met hers, he found himself utterly captivated, his senses overwhelmed by her unique and extraordinary beauty. It was a beauty that transcended mere physical attributes, touching something deep within his soul. Her hair, a cascade of radiant blonde, framed a face of delicate features, hinting at a quiet strength beneath. Her petite stature only served to enhance her ethereal quality, making her seem almost otherworldly. And her eyes, pools of the deepest blue, held a captivating depth, drawing him in with an irresistible allure. In that instant, Shisui Uchiha knew, with an unshakeable certainty, that she was not merely a beautiful woman among many in a lineage renowned for its beauties, but a veritable goddess, her presence illuminating the very essence of his world.

Of course, Shisui was not in love with her, nor would he ever dream of something as foolish as that. He knew his place and his duty. His duty and his honor were the most important things to him. However, this noble lady would not differ from those before her if she weren't a skilled medic. She knew how to help people, and she would often have Shiui follow her while she performed her duty as a medic. Apart from that he was a high-society noble lady

But very soon, the events that will follow them will change their lives forever and upturn everything.

Local villagers kept coming begging for help, for someone to solve their problem. A pack of wolves kept returning, slaughtering their sheep, and no one was taking them seriously. What was worse, besides their sheep, their shepherd dogs were killed as well. Shisui, with permission from Nini, gathered a couple of his men and decided to track that pack of wolves and deliver their people from this plague. Following the trail and seeing mutilated sheep only increased his determination. But what Shisui had found no training could prepare him. That beast sliced through his armor and killed his men as if they were mere children. Shisui was wounded, and he was sure that he would not get out of the cave alive. What he didn't know was that the edge of his sword had a thin line of silver over it. On contact with the beast, it sizzled, and the monster backed away.

Hashirama noticed a dark silhouette in the door, but he easily recognized who it was by his voice.

"Madara..." his voice dropped like a coin in the fountain.

"Is this about your brother? Do you want to talk about it?" he asked, his voice radiated warmth.

Ship Opinions

My Favourite Ship: Kisa/Ita, obviously. Though I really, really like Ita/Izu, too. Itachi so genuinely loved Izumi, and I'd love to explore what the ship may've turned into if the massacre never happened. Or even if Izumi survived.

My Most Hated Ship: Ita/Sasu. THEY'RE FUCKING BROTHERS?! Also, Oro/Ita doesn't vibe with me. Or Kaka/Ita. There's a weird power dynamic there.

My Unusual Ship: I haven't written enough Itachi ships for any to be too unusual? Maybe Kaku/Ita? But that was for smut, and not exactly a ship. Though, the idea would be interesting.

My Crossover Ship: I don't do crossovers.

My Favourite Headcanon: Itachi loves chickens. Obviously, taken from the short of him chasing a chicken to make Sasuke the perfect eggs. And--piggybacking off of that--Itachi is a perfectionist, especially in cooking. So, he doesn't cook often. Too many wasted ingredients.

A gif that reflects how I feel about the character!