#infernoforced

Oi! @akatzombie

When the fuck did you make this??

And why the fuck did she put Hello Kitty bandaids on my nip-nops??

     Kakuzu peered over the banister, down to the ground floor of their home where Hidan seemed to be laying prone, then looked back at Sarada.

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      ✖ II — Obsidian hues immediately focused upon Sarada at the sudden question as slender digits slowed down with stirring the veggie soup that rested upon the gas cooker, that was remaining on the low setting to make sure that the soup wasn’t going to burn while a wooden spoon moved clockwise with the hand stirring. A tender smile slowly bloomed upon Itachi’s face as he turned to gaze out the window in front of him, watching how the sun was beginning to set, bathing the land in beautiful crimson and orange colors, that even held an edge of purple. It was a beautiful sight, and it reminded Itachi of that fateful day where he had accidentally uttered:

                                                                                    you’re beautiful

to Shisui as he had laid breathless upon the green grass above the Naka River, after a sparring match between them. Itachi remembered how shocked he had felt, how his cheeks had burned slightly and the emotions that had crossed Shisui’s face, almost as if everything had happened with his sharingan active, something that had not been the case, at least not right in that moment. There were others where they had, moments he cherished deeply, moments that he watched whenever he was missing Shisui, whenever Shisui was gone on missions that lasted for a longer period of time. Just like he did whenever Sarada wasn’t home for a few days, Itachi was guilty of that.

   ❝   It’s actually difficult to say. I can’t pin-point exactly what made me fall in love with him. Your papa was my first friend, the first one who made me feel like I was allowed to do other things than follow what was expected of me.   ❞

Yes, he still had followed the path chosen for him, but instead of walking in the middle, he had dared to walk at the edge and every now and again, Itachi had found himself stepping outside it without any regrets. 

Shisui had drawn him in with his warm energy - his personality that had been so inviting. And looking back, Itachi realized that maybe a small part of him had always been in love with Shisui, even before a confession had danced from his fair lips.

   ❝   Physically, it was his smile, it drew me in, it was the first time I had felt like that and then it was his warm personality. He seemed so carefree, but not in the way that makes it a negative trait, he just didn’t care about what was expected of me and instead just focused on me, not my status or anything. Strangely enough, it was the first time that I ever truly felt appreciated for me.  ❞

Suddenly focusing down, pearly whites took a hold of a tender bottom lip as a smile threatened to break out on the usually stoic features before it slowly became something soft instead, showing the warm, loving emotions had captured Itachi’s heart in a gentle grip.

Turning to properly focus on his daughter, strong legs lowered until obsidian hues could gaze into familiar ones with a loving glint dancing in them.

                                          ❝  Do you wish to hear a secret?  ❞

Itachi waited until he saw the confirmation upon Sarada’s youthful features before he proceeded with a warm voice that made the emotions currently warming the elder’s chest clear,

       “ i see you’ve awakened your sharingan, ” he started, kneeling in front of her. he noticed back during the fight, but it wasn’t the time. now that they were home he had a moment to examine her. 

┊ ☆ ┊  And how to even beging answering a question like that? Especially when said question was coming from no other than a little girl. Having once being a child haunted by memories herself, this was something Izumi was far too familiar with, something she always found herself hoping no one else, especially not a kid, would have to go through.

While the mind of a shinobi was bound to be tainted by suffering and pain at some point of another, childhood was supposed to be a blissful, innocent moment of life, void of any dark memories and thoughts lurking in the shadows of a young mind. It would have been a lie to say that hearing Sarada, of all people, posing such a question hadn’t made her heart break at that very moment.

Without a word, the older Uchiha gave her a little smile and slowly kneeled down to her height, trying to gain some time as she thought how exactly she wanted to answer such a complicated question. “They must be really bad memories then, if they can make you feel so upset.” And that in itself was already troubling enough as far as Izumi was concerned. But she would not press the matter further, not now and not today anyway. She would leave Sarada the choice on when or if she ever wanted to speak about this particular memories with her in more detail.

“You see, in between all the good memories we have, there’s always going to be some bad ones that have the power to make us feel sad and upset when we think about them. It happens to everyone, I feel that way too at times.” It was as far as her explanation would go. She was not about to teach a child how suffering was an inevitable part of life, especially their kind of life. Perhaps it was selfish, but she wished Sarada could retain that childhood innocence that she had to lose when she was far too young still, so many years back.

“Do you want to know what I do whenever I feel like that?” With a warm smile, Izumi reached out to the jar sitting on top of the table, handing her one of the freshly-baked cookies she had just took out of the oven. “I begin thinking about all the people I love and all the people who love me. Friends, family, all those who are precious to me and hold a special place in my heart. I think about all the things I like, all that makes me happy and that makes me smile. Everything that makes me laugh. I think about all the good memories I have and how much more I will be making in the future and little by little, the bad ones begin to feel a lot less important when compared to how much good there is instead.”

With a soft chuckle, she reached out to gently pet the top of her head in a soothing gesture. “Bad memories will always be a part of us in some way, but… You should never let anything nor anyone take that precious smile away from you, Sarada-chan. Never forget that.”

He seems mad, but he contains it and hides it within himself.

@infernoforced / cont. They had spotted her stumbling about the dark and rain, too small to navigate efficiently through muddied puddles that create a slippery path. Something about her seemed disgruntled, and irritably woeful. Something other than the horrible weather she had found herself stranded in. She is the daughter of their student, a man the viper shares a fickle relationship with. Where the serpent is something between a strained ally, past guardian, and current prisoner. Yet all the same, there is some twisted understanding between the two. So perhaps that is what compels them to intervene, or perhaps it is the fact that they now have their own child. And the boy is just her age, a little bit taller, but equally as vulnerably unaware of the world. Whatever the reason for tugging her gently to safety, they find her answer rather unexpected. So she wasn’t so much lost, as she was purposefully trying to get away. How she must be blissfully unaware of the dangers. For not only is the storm a hazard to the young, but a child with her bloodline and connections risks greater threats than mere nature. Golden eyes linger on the girl for a moment, before deciding, upon the tremble of her body, that she was bound to get sick. Besides, they themself are rather sensitive to the cold, and standing near the windy entrance makes them less than pleased. “Now Uchiha-chan, you mistake my words of concern for anger,” they hum, a light smile drawn to their lips as they gesture for her to come inside. They can judge by her previous statement that someone had upset her for a similar reason, “perhaps you mistook the anger you run from in the same manner? Concern can sound an awful lot like accusation.”

The storm is only faintly heard when they descend in to the vipers den, the passages all lit up by florescent lights. Less intimidating than their previous hideouts.  “I won’t insist you inform your parents of where you are,” for they know there is a chance she will simply take off. And that sounds far more dangerous than letting her anger settle, and her willingness to go home come naturally, “but I may insist you stay here until the storm settles.”

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