#rogueshinobi

Shadows of Fate

In the clandestine world of shinobi, where chaos and deception ruled, (Y/N) was a ninja on the run—a phantom whose name sent shivers down the spines of those who dared cross her path. Her past was veiled in secrecy, and her skills were unmatched, making her a formidable force on her own. Little did she know that her journey would take an unpredictable turn when she crossed paths with none other than Itachi Uchiha, a member of the notorious Akatsuki.

The fateful meeting occurred in the heart of a forest shrouded in eerie mist. As (Y/N) sprinted through the dense underbrush, the whispers of her mysterious pursuers haunted her every step. The forest seemed to close in on her, leaving her with a creeping sensation that she was being watched. Her instincts were on high alert.

Just when the pursuit seemed endless, a figure emerged from the shadows—an enigmatic figure known as Itachi Uchiha. His Sharingan eyes bore into (Y/N), and an unspoken understanding passed between them. In this silent exchange, Itachi saw not just a talented ninja on the run but an opportunity—an unpredictable and exciting twist in the web of destiny.

Itachi was known for his legendary prowess, and as an Akatsuki member, he was no stranger to the unconventional. Without revealing his true intentions, he offered (Y/N) an alliance, a chance to prove her worth. His words were cryptic, and the air was thick with tension, but (Y/N) sensed that this was a path she couldn't ignore.

Transported to the hidden Akatsuki lair, (Y/N) was thrust into the midst of chaos and unpredictability. The Akatsuki members, each shrouded in their unique mysteries and ambitions, welcomed her with varying degrees of skepticism and curiosity. Her skills were put to the test, and after a series of trials, the members unanimously approved her induction.

Her role in the Akatsuki was unlike anything she could have imagined. Itachi, known for his stoic demeanor, and Kisame Hoshigaki, a towering figure with shark-like features, became her teammates. The dynamic between them was nothing short of madcap and unpredictable. Kisame's boisterous nature clashed with Itachi's enigmatic aura, and (Y/N) found herself caught in the middle.

In the midst of daring missions, epic battles, and unforeseeable betrayals, (Y/N) spent more time alongside Itachi. They trained together, shared secrets, and, amidst the chaos, discovered an unlikely bond that neither had expected. Itachi's layers slowly peeled away, revealing an emotional depth and a past fraught with secrets.

Itachi, a man of contradictions, found himself drawn to (Y/N) in ways he couldn't explain. Her resilience, her unwavering spirit, and her ability to adapt to the unpredictable world of the Akatsuki fascinated him. Their shared moments grew precious, and as they navigated the tumultuous life of rogue shinobi, their connection deepened.

The Akatsuki was not just a group of criminals; it was a tapestry of complex individuals, each bearing their own scars and secrets. And amidst this chaotic tapestry, the love story of Itachi and (Y/N) blossomed in the most unexpected of places.

Their love defied the unpredictability of their world—a world of treachery and unforeseen challenges. Itachi, burdened by his past and loyalty to the Akatsuki, found solace in (Y/N)'s presence. Their love was a force of nature, wild and unpredictable, and together, they rewrote the rules of their world.

As they continued their journey through the unpredictable realm of the Akatsuki, Itachi and (Y/N) showed that love could flourish even in the midst of chaos, secrecy, and danger. Theirs was a love story destined to be written in the annals of the shinobi world, an epic tale of unpredictability, passion, and enduring affection.

In the heart of chaos and danger, where shadows played tricks and the future was uncertain, Itachi and (Y/N) found love, their love—an unpredictable force that defied all odds, a love that rewrote their destinies. As they embarked on new adventures, their love story was a testament to the power of the human heart to find solace and affection even in the darkest of circumstances.

The dark was everywhere, clinging to her with oily tendrils as it dragged her down. Sixty and sixty and twenty-four. Repeat. Six hundred eighty-two. Still eighty-two. Six hundred eighty...three. Eighty-four. Eighty-five.

“No!”

With a jolt that she felt along the length of her body, Donna blinked, and immediately, her heart began to beat against her plastron like a trapped hummingbird. She was awake. Eyes open. But still in the dark. Trapped in the dark. Six hundred eighty-three. Numbers going up again. But she promised. The numbers would never go up. Six-hundred eighty-two. Eighty-two!

Lights seared the dark, giving her just enough time to roll into a puddle of deeper shadow before some kind of transport rolled past. Slowly, she closed her eyes, and breathed to calm her pounding heart.

Not back in the dark. Numbers are fine. It’s night. Idiot.

Not crazy. Well, no more than usual. But that still begged the question, what was she doing out here? Pressing her shell against the wall, she strained her senses, listening for signs of motion in the dark. Had to get back. Reset the coordinates.  If she’d started sleepwalking now, they were going to start chaining her to the bed or something. Messed up, broken doll. One more crack to add to the list.

She reached up, but she’d been carrying her bo long enough to know when its weight was missing. Unarmed. A hand patted at her belt, and she scowled. No tech. Slowly, she leaned out from her hiding place, glancing up, but the thick clouds of smog hid the stars from view. No way to navigate.

It was just an ordinary mirror, but there was something about her reflection made Lea pause. Frowning, she went to have a closer look. The furrow between her brows only deepened the longer she looked. There were dings on her shell that weren’t quite where they should be, and there was something different in the face… she couldn’t quite place it.

“Why didn’t you save him?”

Lea’s head snapped up at the voice. It sounded like herself, but she hadn’t spoken the words. Then who…?

“You didn’t save him. You left him there. For her to find.”

The image of a crying infant, silhouetted by a burning home passed through her mind, and Lea’s stomach twisted. Slowly, she looked at the mirror again, and found the expression on reflection’s face was no longer her own. Her reflection was not surprised, nor afraid.

She was angry.

Donna folded her arms, glaring at the recalcitrant, pouting teenager sitting on her treatment table. “Sweet sewer nuggets, I didn’t think it was possible for anyone to be a worse patient than Ella.” 

Katsumi just glowered back at her. His arms weren’t crossed, but that was probably only because the gash on his shoulder prevented it. “I told you, I’m fine.”

“You’re bleeding on my floor; you’re not fine.” Sighing, Donna pinched the bridge of her nose. “Okay, I can give you a choice. You can let me patch you up, or you can go tell Master Splinter what happened.”

Katsumi narrowed his eyes at her, but Donna just set her jaw and stared back. Finally, with a roll of his eyes, Katsumi jerked his head toward his back. With a shake of her head, Donna moved behind him and carefully began to clean the wound. It was long, but at least the edges were clean. She probably wouldn’t even need to stitch it. “Your timing really does stink, you know.”

“Oh, please,” he groaned, glancing over his shoulder. “What, I’m ruining the holiday magic for you?” He snorted, then winced as it pulled his cut. Served him right. “Come on. You and I both know all that warm fuzzy garbage isn’t for me.”

“How would you know? You haven’t even tried it. Scientific method, Katsumi. You can’t dismiss a hypothesis without testing.”

“Do you ever switch off?”

“Do you?” Donna set the cotton aside and carefully picked up the bandages she needed, delicately closing the cut. “You don’t have to be into it, but would it kill you to just be there?”

She was expecting another dig, but instead, he bowed his head, looking at his folded hands. His fingers were rough with calluses, still stained with who-knew-what. Not exactly the kind of hands for wrapping presents or making the kadomatsu. “Maybe,” he said at last. “I know I don’t exactly fit in, with all the family stuff, and this is obviously something you guys really care about. I...” He shook his head. “Never mind. It’s stupid.”

Donna slowly set down her tweezers, picking up a roll of gauze. “... you’re worried you’re going to ruin our holidays.”

His shoulders began to hunch before she pushed them down again, not about to let him pull the wound. “I’m not exactly a baking and card-writing kind of guy, y’know.”

“Angie does the baking.” She laid the gauze over the bandaged cut and began to take it down. “And you don’t have to write a card. Seriously, you think Sensei cares about any of that? She gets to ring in a new year with her son. You think anything else matters?” He hunched his shoulders further, and she cut the tape with a sigh. “At least you had the sense to slide under a clean fence and not a rusty one while you were running. Why were the cops chasing you, anyway?”

For a long moment, he said nothing. Then, with his good arm, he reached for the leather jacket folded next to him. Silently, he dug into the inside pocket. Donna watched, bemused, as he began to pull things out. Some bright ribbon. A teacup with a willow pattern. A small container of watercolour paints. A chipped CD...

Donna stared at him. “Were you... getting us presents?”

“I didn’t steal them,” he said, defensively. “I know she’d hate that. I moved some boxes for the thrift store lady and she said I could have this junk. But the cops didn’t believe me, and I didn’t feel like sticking around to explain it.” He groaned, looking down at the pile. “They’re all wrong, aren’t they?”

“No,” Donna said quickly, moving back to the front of the table. “To be perfectly honest, I didn’t think you had this in you. This is... actually thoughtful.”

He snorted. “I couldn’t even find anything for you. All that computer stuff is expensive.”

“Hey,” she said, handing him his shirt. “Tell you what. Stick around for the midnight countdown tomorrow and don’t do that vanishing thing, and we’ll call it even.”

“You drive a hard bargain, brainiac,” he moaned, but he favoured her with the first genuine grin he’d ever directed her way. “It’s a deal.”

“Don’t worry,” she said. “You’ll get the hang of this family thing yet. Thank you for the presents.” 

Without even thinking, she leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. Instantly, they both froze, staring at each other. That was.... weird. Slowly, he raised his hand as if in disbelief, his fingers brushing against his cheek. Backing away, Donna smirked at him and turned to tidy up her med kit.

Oh no here come the brother feels

No, you’re not.

PSA that Shredder Ruins Everything

Because of this drabble in the first half of the post by rogueshinobi

This started out as a sketch... and then I ruined the sketch after taking one blurry picture (I didn’t realize it was blurry until it was too late, stupid bad vision D: ). Decided to fix the blurry pic up on the computer. Simple coloring/cleanup job quickly escalated into insane painting project. 11 hours later, this is the result.