#koukennin

//Evil?? Nah, Hidans a catch ;)

I love me a squish faced kiss tho 😩

He should accept the offer, if anything he should drop every bit of information to his brother, have the adults handle the problem instead of trying to shoulder the trouble he’s gotten himself into. However, just the thought of doing something so cowardly upsets him, if anything it makes him want to handle things on his own even more, refute anyone who dares refer to him as the baby of the family, the spoiled heir that is far too sheltered to defend himself. 

Regardless of how hard he’s worked at perfecting his combat skills, how hard he’s studied their traditions and learned of their legends, he would never live up to the title he was to be given. He’s just an inconvenience that stirs up trouble, a safety net if anything were to happen to Itachi. 

Everyone must think that way about him, he knows they do. 

w hy this hurt

“      Even now, you’re…     ”

This had been a mistake. A consequence of her own pride and blindness. They warned her; it was too early for her to take on such a mission, the years of civilian life having dulled her. But she insisted, reminding them of her skill and talent and kills. Surely, a blade as sharp as her would be useful even after so long out of commission. Mikoto pressed her hands against the wound, grimacing as she felt blood rush past her fingers. A wound this deep was a death sentence, regardless if there was a iryo-nin nearby. 

The sight of Itachi crying startled Mikoto more than the guts spilling out her stomach. Even as an infant, he had always been so docile, and few things ever urged tears out of his eyes. A hand trailed up to his face, stroking the cheeks of her most gentle son. Why did he insist on such self hatred? On blaming himself? Mikoto had no true wishes before she died, but she had regrets, small and rare as they were. One of them was being unable to rid Itachi of his awful mentality. The boy felt as if he had to bear the weight of the world on his shoulders… Mikoto had truly failed as a mother by letting her son develop such a lust for martyrdom. Time was running out. The air turned cold and invasive as her blood soaked the earth. There was little she could do, nothing more than a corpse that could talk at this point, but… But perhaps, even if only slightly, she could ease Itachi’s suffering.

      Surveying her surroundings, she seemed to be in a forest. Though, not one she recognized. Her memory is hazy, remembering only bits and pieces from she was last conscious. A mission, a flash of light— then waking up here. A small, stressed sigh leaves her lips, not at all familiar with the terrain.

      It was then she turns around, finding a figure approaching her. Perhaps it was her instincts that informed her of his presence, but she does recognize the mask he donned.

             “You're from the Anbu."

      The Genin's gaze does not leave the man's masked face, her face reflecting the confusion she felt. She was rather grateful that someone from the village had found her. He could help her return to the village, better yet, her teammates.

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//nhh i want actual dango rn

Do I Follow Them?:  I diddily-dooo!

Why Did I Follow Them?: One of the first Itachi blogs I came across when I trawled the rpc! I think I found you and koukenkage as a package deal ;D

Do We Role Play?: We have one thread that is lost in my ether. I think we need another one ;DDDD

Do I Want To Role Play With Them: Yep.

An AU Idea For Our Muses: It’s kind of hard to bridge the time gap of course, but Itachi is in that unique position of having a deep understanding of what it means to be Hokage. I already have one AU in which Itachi is sort-of Hashi’s apprentice. I wouldn’t mind another. If Tobirama can teach lil cute Uchiha kids SO CAN I.

A Song For Our Muses:  A Shudder Before the Beautiful - Nightwish

The music of this aweDeep silence between the notesDeafens me with endless loveThis vagrant Island EarthA pilgrim shining brightWe are shuddering before the beautifulBefore the plentifulWe, the voyagers 

Do I Ship Our Muses?: Not strictly speaking, but the thought doesn’t repel me on principle. 

What I Think About The Mun: I’ve never known you to be anything but lovely and sweet. We may not write a lot but you’re one of those mutuals that’s just nice to have on the dash.

Overall Opinion: A quality ‘tachi that I enjoy daily. Thank you for putting up with 120% gay founders every day and night!

@koukennin / starter It’s been seven years since the fourth war, and a temporary sense of peace had dangled in the air. Such a brief, yet pleasant stint of calmness. And although Konoha offered the viper a rather capricious pardon, they had known it was only a matter of time before they were used once more as a scapegoat. After all, who better to pin a crime on than someone who was accountable for thousands in their past? But they hadn’t, no matter how much evidence pointed their way, committed this crime. Purely because they didn’t want the drama and hassle they now face. Because they had found eternal youth and found a small comfort in being young again. Yet they find themself on the run, a slender figure cutting around trees with effortless accuracy. Until their journey is ended abruptly as they half collide in to someone. And the immortal can not help but stare at the man as if he were a ghost, for he may as well have been. Supposedly they couldn’t talk, they were supposed to have died during that fateful battle too.

“-Itachi?”