So this was the place right.. it looked like it was. They'd already gotten lost only a dozen times. He passed 6 tattoo and piercing studios in the last 15 minutes of walking!
"This one has an AC score!" He glibly joked to Scott, his manager, who had the same boring placid expression on his face. He looked around it was barely filled. "Always know a good tattoo dive by it's customers I always say.." He smiled cutely. A lady covered in piercings hurried to them chuckling nervously, speaking in a rush. They were late but would they still service them? Of course. He was famous. Still he was almost always on time for everything, and he expected to keep to a schedule. If there was one professional rule he consistently adhered to it was this, maintaining timeliness. His entire career hinged on him keeping to a strict schedule. He hated inconveniencing anyone with wasted time. His babysitter Scott apologized a ridiculous amount of times and offered to pay a generous fee for tip. Money does get everything you need!
He stood by the receptionist desk, drumming the glass with his fingers and humming in rhythm. He was traveling and inspiration struck! Tattoo! He had a tradition of getting inked in every new land he visited
"Problem was I'm not always inspired.. hits at the oddest moments," He announced to no one in particular. Scott wasn't listening he was busy flirting with the pierced chick.
Hayden moved around, tapping random objects, murmuring to himself, as he did.
"So many times I'm alone when I'm not alone.. I could be surrounded.. and still-"
His amused green eyes were swept up by fate, struck by lightning, and he knew a full body chill.
His stare was met by the most.. radiant.. dashing.. mesmerizing coal black eyes that he was witness to, framed by long thin strokes of inky lashes drawn by God's hand.
Hayden was starstruck. Something that never happened to him. The man standing before him was breathtakingly gorgeous, absolutely shockingly so, he had been all over the world, he'd seen the most handsome people, rubbed elbows with royalty. Parlayed with the filthy rich. He thought he was the apex of good looking.
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Chapter 1.
The student he "noticed"
Orochimaru was a man of success who reached for "more" and achieved what he wanted through hard work. He also possessed talent; an enormous range of possibilities that stood open before him. Somewhere along the way, he managed to finish university - a difficult field of study, biology. He had many options at his disposal, yet he chose education and deepening his knowledge. He wanted to share it with the world, so one day he decided he would become a teacher. Pedagogy was a dull subject, though necessary in order to educate future generations. He had no problem passing the required exams; that was when he was appointed as a teacher.
He started at a lower position - first teaching younger year groups, wanting to get used to being around other people. Over the years, he was promoted to professor; that was when he achieved his greatest success. Without much difficulty, he found a university where he could lecture his subject; he chose one of the better institutions that caught his interest.
He quickly gained general recognition, although he tended to distance himself from students - he mainly focused on knowledge, serving students the necessary information. He was known for his strictness; he did not accept any excuses when students decided to skip his lectures. He would cover a topic only once, expecting students to take proper notes. No one was allowed to retake exams; he gave students only one single chance. Although this was in its own way controversial, he believed in the rationality of his decisions.
That day he worked as usual - he was lecturing higher-year students on the structure of DNA when his piercing gaze stopped on one of them. An unassuming, dark-haired boy was sitting at his desk, writing down everything the professor said. Sometimes their gazes would clash; he did not look away, meeting that intensely penetrating stare. He was impressed that the younger boy seemed engaged in everything Orochimaru was talking about. It had its own charm. He did not know his name; he was not interested in students to that degree; besides, there were too many of them in his lectures.
He continued his class, delving into small details - the structure of DNA and the possible development of the subject. He spoke in a dry, factual, direct manner. Somewhere in all of it, he could still feel that gaze the young student bestowed upon him. For now, he had no opinion on this phenomenon. Over time, he considered it normal; after all, he was still lecturing.
When he finished speaking and the students left the room, he finally sat down at his desk and began preparing a large number of necessary notes. They were essential in his work, which frustrated him greatly. Such was the fate of a lecturer.
It drummed softly against the rooftops of Konohagakure, turning the village pathways slick with mud and reflecting lantern light in shattered gold. Most shinobi hated weather like this.
Shisui Uchiha didnāt seem to mind it at all.
You noticed that first.
Not the stories. Not the infamous body flicker technique. Not the way other shinobi lowered their voices when speaking his name.
No.
It was the rain.
You stood beneath the awning outside the mission hall, clutching a stack of reports to your chest while cursing under your breath. Your sandals were soaked through, your hair clung to your face, and one particularly rude gust of wind nearly stole the papers from your hands.
Then a hand appeared above you.
Warm. Steady.
Holding an umbrella.
āYou look like youāre losing a battle,ā a voice said lightly.
You turnedāand nearly forgot how to breathe.
Shisui smiled at you with easy amusement, dark eyes soft beneath the dim lantern glow. Rainwater slid from the edges of his umbrella while he stood there as if storms simply moved around him out of respect.
āIām winning,ā you muttered automatically.
āAh. Of course.ā His smile widened. āThe reports say otherwise.ā
You looked down.
One page had plastered itself directly to your leg.
Your face burned.
He laughedānot cruelly, but quietly, warmlyāand crouched to peel the soaked paper free before it dissolved entirely.
Instead, somehow, you found yourself laughing too.
ā
After that, Shisui began appearing everywhere.
At the dango shop after missions.
On rooftops during patrol rotations.
Outside the training grounds with two cups of tea balanced effortlessly in one hand.
Sometimes he spoke constantly, teasing and clever and impossible to keep up with.
Other times he sat beside you in comfortable silence, watching the village lights flicker beneath the stars.
It becameā¦ easy.
Dangerously easy.
You learned that he carried burdens he never spoke about directly. That sometimes his smile faded when he thought nobody was looking. That he watched the village with the expression of someone trying desperately to protect something already beginning to crack apart.
But whenever you asked, heād simply flick your forehead.
āYou think too much,ā heād say.
And maybe you did.
Because one evening, standing beside him atop the Hokage Monument, you realized you were in love with him.
The realization hit like a kunai to the ribs.
Sharp.
Sudden.
Terrifying.
Shisui leaned back on his hands, staring at the horizon where sunset painted the sky crimson and gold.
āYouāre quiet tonight.ā
You swallowed hard. āJust tired.ā
āLiar.ā
You shot him a look. āYou call everyone a liar?ā
āOnly the people I know well.ā
The warmth in his voice made your chest ache.
Before you could stop yourself, you asked softly, āAnd what exactly am I to you?ā
For once, Shisui went still.
The breeze tugged at his hair as he looked at youānot playful now, not teasing.
Just honest.
āThatās a dangerous question.ā
Your heartbeat stumbled.
āWhy?ā
He smiled faintly, though sadness lingered beneath it.
āBecause if I answer honestly,ā he murmured, āyou wonāt be able to pretend anymore.ā
The world seemed to narrow around the two of you.
The distant sounds of the village faded.
You could hear only the wind.
Only your heartbeat.
Only him.
āThen answer honestly,ā you whispered.
Shisui stared at you for a long moment before reaching up carefullyālike he was afraid you might disappearāand brushing his fingers against your cheek.
His touch was impossibly gentle.
āYouāre the first thing I think about after missions,ā he admitted quietly. āThe first person I look for in a crowd.ā His thumb brushed your skin once. āAnd latelyā¦ youāve become the only reason this village still feels like home.ā
Your breath caught painfully in your throat.
āShisuiā¦ā
āYou donāt have to say anything.ā His voice softened. āI know this isnāt fair.ā
But you were already moving.
Your hands caught the front of his shirt as you pulled him toward you, kissing him before fear could stop you.
For a split second he froze.
Then suddenly he was kissing you back with startling intensity, one arm wrapping around your waist as though he couldnāt bear any distance between you.
The rain began again.
Soft at first.
Cool drops against warm skin.
Neither of you cared.
When you finally pulled apart, breathless, Shisui rested his forehead against yours and laughed softly under his breath.
āThere goes my self-control.ā
āYou had self-control?ā
āBarely.ā
You smiled for what felt like the first time in days.
And for one fragile, fleeting moment beneath the rain-soaked sky of Konoha, the future didnāt seem frightening at all.
The stabbing cold air filled the walls of The Byakuya, biting at the stone and seeping through every crack. The once bustling halls, where shinobi plotted and conspired, now echoed with emptiness. The only sound that remained was the rhythmic clack of The Reaper's heels as she walked through the corridors. Her expression, hidden beneath that hauntingly blank white mask, betrayed nothing, but her clenched jaw told a different story.
Kakuzu's words replayed in her mind like a curse she couldn't escape.
"You've been losing more and more bounty hunters by the day... yet here you are, blinded by the loss of Y/N. You can't even see how crippled we've become."
The weight of the commission pressed down harder with every passing day, their breath cold on her neck. Each weekly report she submitted painted a darker picture. Grave losses mounted: A-ranked shinobi slipping through their fingers like sand, the coffers running dry. Number Thirteen, her prize, the one that slipped away, still out of her reach.
The Mizukage's presence loomed large in every meeting, accompanied by his legion of masked shinobi, their silent stares more oppressive than any words. Their demands for results were relentless, each failure adding another crack in the already fragile foundation of The Byakuya.
The Byakuya was never meant to be bound by the same rules as other shinobi, operating outside the system, enforcing the Mizukage's dictatorship with brutal efficiency, and killing anyone he demanded. But now, with shinobi slipping through her grasp like ghosts in the mist, what legitimacy did they have left?
The Reaper knew the weight of this unspoken question. If she couldn't regain control, if she couldn't deliver results, the very existence of The Byakuya would be called into question. The authority they once wielded with impunity was now teetering on the edge, threatening to crumble beneath the weight of their failures. The Reaper balled her fist tightly, the leather of her gloves creaking as her rage bubbled just beneath the surface.
Without a second thought, she slammed her fist into the cold stone wall beside her. The sharp crack of impact echoed through the empty halls of The Byakuya.
She swallowed hard, trying to force down the lump in her throat, but the frustration burned too hot. Every failure, every lost shinobi, every demand from the Mizukage weighed heavy on her, as she struggled to keep her subordinates in line.
Shisui and I have one mission: ambush the Iwa-nin heading toward Minato-sensei's position and destroy any artillery and supply routes along the way. Despite the fact that I've completed countless missions- assassination, sabotage, infiltration -it doesn't get any easier. Taking lives as if they meant nothing... as if it were a routine task, always left a hollow feeling in my chest.
I tried to tell myself that everything I did was for my family. Following The Byakuya rule and killing relentlessly, I did anything if it meant that my family would be safe so that they would never have to worry about money or relocating again to support the clan.
But if the 'enemy' is doing the same, then who is truly right?
Shisui noticed the deafening silence settling between us, slowing down his pace as we made our way back to Konoha.Ā "Y/N, you okay? You've been lost in thought for a while now," Shisui said, his eyes softening as he looked over his shoulder at me.
I blinked, snapping out of my trance and managed a half-hearted smile.
"Shisui, you've been a shinobi for a while now...Ā don't you find it ironic that we kill shinobi for the sake of protecting the village? Is that what it means to protect a village? Killing others to protect our peace?"
Shisui paused, his expression thoughtful as he gazed into the distance. "Yeah, it's ironic. I think about it too sometimes," he admitted, his voice low. "We're taught that protecting the village is the highest duty, but it often means taking lives to do it. It's not easy to reconcile, and it's something that weighs on every shinobi."
He paused, his eyes darkening as he continued, "I don't even know if there is such a thing as justice in the shinobi world. We fight believing in our own justice. But if the enemy is doing the same thing, who's right?"
Shisui's words settle between us like a thick blanket, choking any rational morale thought. It gnaws at my mind over and over. The only reason why I am in Konoha to begin with is for Sumire. yet, everything I've been a part of, the masked man's orders, spying on Kushina, watching every movement of the Leaf, it all spiraled back to a twisted form of justice. His justice.
My fists clenched at my sides and my heart pounding with the conflict in my head. "What if none of us are right? How will we ever find peace if we're just protecting those we love?"
He stared off into the distance as his eyes clouded with darkness. "Maybe we won't," he said softly. "Maybe that's the real tragedy of being a shinobi." The silence that followed felt suffocating. The cold wind brushed against my skin as I jumped through the trees.
"But," he added, breaking the silence, "that's why we have to hold on to something. EvenĀ if peace seems impossible...it's worth it to protect what I hold dear."
How could I protect what was precious to me if doing so meant sacrificing others? Would there ever be a way to break free from this cycle?
Although Konoha has graciously welcomed me into their home, a shadow lurks behind me watching my every move, reminding me of my purpose in Konoha. A duty, a promise, a threat. The masked man's grip on me, on Sumire, looms like a storm cloud, always there, always pressing.
But I just can't abandon Sumire, the only family I have left. Would Konoha accept her too? Could I bring her here, to this place that has shown me kindness, and protect her without betraying everything I've been forced to keep hidden?
If only she could be here by my side, safe within the walls of Konoha, away from the shadows of The Byakuya and the masked man's reach. Then, maybe I could protect all those I love without having to sacrifice one for the other.
But what if Konoha won't accept her? What if my choice between them has already been made, and I'm just blinded by the thought of protecting them all, saving myself from the bloodshed of this violent cycle of hatred? .
'Where did I go wrong?' I whispered, staring at myself in the mirror. The longer I stare at myself, the more unrecognisable I look. My eyes drooped. The bags under my eyes stained darker than ever. Kushina sensei's right, my hair has grown since I arrived.Ā I ripped her hairclip from my hair.
Sumire sang mindlessly as the sound of soft sizzling echoed through the cabin. Rays of moonlight slithered past the moss-covered window, and the tap relentlessly dripped. Drip, drop. Drip, drop. Each drip echoed in my ears telling me to run. Run as far as I can. Each drop reminded me that it doesn't have to end like this.
I closed my eyes desperately searching for a way out of this mess. I don't want to have to betray Kushina sensei, I don't want to lose everything that means so much to me.
I thought fleeing to Konoha would free me of this sin. Yet every time I get lost in Shisui's eyes, the guilt washes over me as I drown knowing that Shisui has fallen for a lie. And every lie I've told him now feels like a betrayal written across my skin.
I walk out into the kitchen area and find Sumire plating up some white rice and meat. She hummed a lullaby I recognised, one that mother would always sing us when we could never sleep.
"Sumire... let's go home," I whispered, walking over to her taking her hands into mine. Sumire froze and her eyes, wide with surprise, fixed on mine.
"Home?" she echoed softly, searching my face trying to understand my proposition. I tightened my grip on her hands, feeling the warmth of her palms.
"Yeah... let's go home. It will be just us from now on. No more hiding in this cabin, no more running at the crack of dawn back to Konoha, just me and you."
She looked down at our joined hands, her fingers pulling away from my touch. "But what about the masked man?" Her voice wavered as she pulled her hands away from me.
A lump formed in my throat, but I pushed through. "If he finds us, I'll deal with him. But how long can we keep living like this? You in this cabin, so far away from everyone else and never having the chance to see the world, and I'm many miles and miles away from you. But we owe it to ourselves, to Mom..."
Sumire's face softened, her eyes filling with a familiar sadness. She took a shaky breath, looking around at the small, quiet cabin that had been her world for so long and she took my hand and squeezed my fingers. "Okay, let's go," she whispered.
A mix of hope, fear and adrenaline filled the air. We were finally saying goodbye to Konoha. I cannot keep lying and betraying those closest to me. As I knelt, Sumire climbed onto my back, her small arms wrapping tightly around my shoulders. I could feel her heartbeat against my back. All this time, I'd fought my battles alone, constantly pulled between duty and loyalty, but now, with her so close, it felt like I could finally breathe.
Every night I spent in Konoha, every mission with Shisui and Team Two, every fleeting moment of peace, they'd all been overshadowed by this one goal. To run. To leave behind this web of deception and betrayal before it consumed me.
I adjusted Sumire's weight, feeling her press her cheek against my shoulder, seeking comfort. "Are you ready?" I asked softly.
She whispered, "Yes," her voice barely audible against the night air.
We stepped out of the cabin for good, the night air biting against our skin as if trying to pull us back. The cold crept into every part of me, but I kept moving forward, Sumire clutching tightly to my back. I glanced up at the stars, bright against the inky sky, feeling their distant gaze urging me forward.
Sumire shifted slightly, her cheek pressing against my shoulder, her breath warm even as it mingled with the chilly air. "Do you think... do you think we'll make it?"
"I'm sure we will."
Just as I muttered those words, Sumire's eyes widened as an invisible force wrapped around her throat, cold and relentless. Her fingers clawed at her neck, desperate to loosen the grip, but there was nothing to grab onto. Her breaths came shallow and frantic, each one harder to draw than the last, as if the very air around her had thickened, pressing in on her chest. She clutched her chest, the pain becoming far too much for her to bear. Her vision blurred and her limbs went numb as her body felt limp in my arms.
"Sumire? Sumire?!" I shouted, my voice trembling as I laid her gently on the ground. My eyes darted over her body, searching for any visible injury, any mark, any sign of what was happening. But there was nothing. No wounds, no visible signs, just the terror in her eyes, and her chest rising and falling in desperate, shallow breaths.
My hands shook as I pressed my fingers against her neck, feeling her racing pulse beneath her skin. "Stay with me, Sumire," I whispered, my heart pounding with fear.
I wracked my mind, running through every jutsu I'd ever seen, every story I'd ever heard of techniques that could strangle without a touch. "This... this has to be genjutsu," I muttered under my breath. If it was, I needed to break it- But how?
"Foolish girl, did you really think you could run away from me?"
A low, guttural chuckle echoed behind me, freezing my blood mid-pulse. I whipped around, my breath catching as my gaze met the glint of his single eye through that hauntingly familiar mask. Shock ripped through me, and my knees buckled slightly under its weight. My mouth opened, but no sound came. Every instinct in me wanted to fight. Every fibre of my being screamed. We're so close to being home.
The masked man took a slow step closer, his presence overwhelming, suffocating.
"I will not ask again you insolent brat. Tell me about Kushina Uzumaki's weaknesses."
My hands holding Sumire trembled. Each time I opened my mouth, my lips quivered and no matter how hard I struggled, the words refused to form. My throat felt tight, as if the air itself had turned against me ears blurred my vision, mingling with the icy wind that bit at my skin, but all I could see was Sumire's face, pale and contorted in pain. Her breaths were shallow, desperate gasps slipping through clenched teeth, and I felt powerless.
"Speak," the masked man ordered, his voice sharp and unforgiving. Each syllable cut into me, making my hands shake harder.
"I..." My voice cracked, barely audible against the sound of Sumire's strained whimpers. "I have nothing... There's nothing I could tell you that would be useful to you. She's a jounin level kunoichi and she's married to Minato-sensei. She's also my sensei. Kami, that's all I know, I promise."
"Pathetic," he said, taking a menacing step closer. His towering figure blocked out the moonlight, casting a shadow that seemed to swallow us whole, "Is that all you have to say? It has been 3 months since I instructed you to infiltrate Konoha for me and this is all you have to show for it?"
The masked man knelt down, his hand tangling roughly in my hair and yanking my head back. Pain shot through my scalp, forcing a strangled gasp from my throat as I was made to meet his gaze.Ā My reflection shone in his eyes, distorted and trembling.
"Tell me why I should spare her life, you foolish Uzumaki," he sneered from under his mask, pulling a kunai from under his cloak as he traced the blade across Sumire's skin.
"Let go of her!" I choked out, my voice barely a whisper against the storm of fear swirling inside me.
The masked man tilted his head, as if amused by my defiance. "You're in no position to make demands."
"Look... just give me a few more days, I promise I'll get more information for you," I sputtered. I frantically patted down my body until my fingers brushed over the side of my arm undoing the jutsu. Three scrolls fell out hitting the cold ground. Nuibari, Kabutowari and Samehada.
"Take these scrolls, they contain three of the seven swords belonging to the swordsmen of the mist... it's all I can offer you for now."
He tilted his head, his silence unnerving. "You're offering meĀ these?" His voice was calm, but it carried a razor-sharp edge of suspicion, cutting through my frantic breath. "The prized weapons of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen... Do you think I'm a fool, Y/N?"
I swallowed hard, my fingers trembling as I reached out to steady Sumire. "No... No tricks, I swear. These scrolls are real," My voice cracked under the weight of my desperation. "Just give me more time. I can get you more on Kushina, on the village."
The masked man stood, his figure swallowed me whole. He reached down, his gloved hand brushing over one of the scrolls, his posture eerily still as he picked it up. The silence stretched thin, the sound of Sumire's labored breathing and my own thundering heart the only things filling the void.
Finally, he spoke, his tone measured yet laced with a cold amusement. "You're resourceful, I'll give you that. But these swords won't save you if you're lying to me." He straightened, the scrolls now in his grasp. "You have three days to get your information straight. Three days you insolent brat."
He disappeared into the darkness leaving a chill in the air. I rushed to get Sumire back into the cabin. Her skin began to regain its warmth. The unnatural stillness of her body gave way to soft, steady breaths, each one like a fragile thread tethering her back to me. I brushed damp strands of hair from her face, my fingers trembling as I checked her pulse once more, just to be sure.
"Sumire..." I whispered, my voice cracking as relief washed over me. But it was fleeting.
I sank to my knees beside her, my heart still racing, and stared at the floor. The encounter with the masked man replayed in my mind. Three days. That was all I had.
The Byakuya, an organisation like the Anbu yet all it aims to do is enforce the brutal dictatorship of the Mizukage. Which mainly includes bounty hunting the enemies of the Mist.
Yet The Reaper constantly falls short of the Mizukage's demands. With A-ranked shinobi escaping each day and money haemorrhaging with each escape, the Reaper doesn't know how she's going to face the Mizukage.
And her favourite. Her daughter. Kunoichi Thirteen. Y/N is no longer in her grasp.
Stay tuned to find out why the Reaper is so obsessed with Y/N.
Y/N hates this. She hates the guilt building up inside her. The longer she stays in Konoha the harder it will be to leave.
But at this rate, with the Masked Man's genjutsu on Sumire. Y/N has no option to leave. She has no choice.
Only three days.
But you guys, I finished writing the turning point for this arc. Chapter 25. Im so broken. But that means I'm officially One whole arc in!!! I didn't think i'd make it this far i'm so proud!
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WARNING: Slight teasing!!!
"Shut up, you still need to practice woman!" Madara hissed.
"You're the one who needs to shut up, old man!!!" Naruto and Sasuke shouted back, making the older Uchiha roll his black eyes while I put my tongue out in his direction.
"You need to apologize right now to Zie, she did everything she can" A mini chubby Obito said while hugging my cheeks.
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You took a deep breath as you sweep the floor, it was currently a rainy day outside the Uchiha household and yet you were cleaning the dusty floor on the main room of the house of the 6 Handsome and totally hot Uchiha men.
Yep
That's right. You're a maid that works in the Uchiha household, not that you mind it through. Having to clean and help the 6 hot uchiha's wasn't bad either, you even thought that any girl would Kill for your position...
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Right~
Anyway, you hummed a small melody while sweeping the dusty floor to let your boredom away. The uchiha's were also not here because they needed to do their jobs, the uchiha's run a big company called Uchiha corps, while you on the other hand, was still a college student. Of course you needed money to buy some expenses in order to study in Konoha University. Your mom's paycheck wasn't enough so you thought it'd be great for you to have a side job. And that leads you to being a maid in the Uchiha household. The payment was quite high because it turns out that you were the only maid in the house and you have no choice but to accept it.
Once you were done sweeping the floor, you stalked to the kitchen. You put your apron on your maid outfit to avoid getting wet (š¤Ø). You started to clean the dishes here and there still humming the music through your lips. You were working as a maid for about 3 months now and everything was fine, except that Shisui was a bit...flirty with you, giving you compliments here and there but you didn't mind that, you still keep yourself humble as much as possible. You were distracted that you didn't even heard the main door opened and slight closed. But you were brought back to Earth when you heard faint and heavy footstep on the living room. Your motherly (protective) instincts started to kicked in while some panic thoughts rushed through your brain cells.
What if a robber got in the house? What if it was a murderer? Will you die being a maid? But how did they even got in!? You swear that you locked the door...so who could it be? Your thoughts was ringing inside your head as you quickly took a pan and holding it securely on your hands as you slowly and steadily tip toe-ing to the living room. The footstep became loud and more clear as you came closer. You knew it wasn't just one or two but more. God,how are you gonna handle this?
You pressed your back to the side of the door that connects the kitchen and living room while you held your pan just the side of your head, ready to attack whoever walk through. You kept your guard up as you listened to the sound of footsteps. It didn't take long for one of the footsteps to start walking to the direction of you. You took one last shaky breath before holding it, once you knew the presence of the guy was just right before the door. You jumped out with the pan moving fast to the guy and your eyes tightly closed, not caring to see who it was.
"AH!!!y/n!what are you doing-!?"
A soft and startled voice squeaked that made your eyes shot open, the scene was like in slow motion. Your pan was slowly swinging to the direction of one of your boss. Not just any boss but it was the lovely and gentle Uchiha you've quiet known... It was Izuna Uchiha, you saw him quickly activate his sharinggan and catching your wrist that held the pan while the other hand rest to your shoulder, stopping your attack. You were breathing fast and a small sweat went down you left cheek. You noticed that there was a small tint blush on his cheeks and the smell of alcohol reached your nose.
"I-izuna?" You stuttered in emmbarassment and your eyes wide open at the realization. But before any of you said something a voice joined.
"WhAt'S tHe CoMmOtioN HeRE?"
(What's the commotion here?)
A voice slurred and you snapped your head in its direction only to see a drunk Shisui stumbling and leaning to the wall for support while he walked towards the two of you. You also noticed how drunk he smell and by the looks of him, you knew your two boss is drunk.
"Nothing. Come on, we need to get you some water." Izuna said calmly. You looked up to him and saw him gave you a small smile and you nodded. You helped shisui drink a glass of water while Izuna took out a tray full of glass with water in it.
"U-uhm...why do you need these for?" You asked, keeping your heart beat at a calm pace from earlier events, you held the tray secure to your hands as Izuna gave you an apologetic smile.
"The others are...also drunk..." He explained while he put one of Shisui's arm over his shoulder and walked back to the living room, you followed him with curiousity booming through your body but decided to wait for some explanation.
The three of you walked and it didn't take long for you to see the other 4 Uchihas on the couch. Madara sitting with his arms spread on top of the couch, Obito mumbling something with his eyes closed, Sasuke's eyes were also closed with his head leaning to Itachi's buffed shoulder, Itachi's head was in hands, slowly rubbing his temples. They all have clear pink blush on their cheeks. Their gaze went to the three of you before their black eyes moved towards your small and cute frame. You blush at their movement and you can't actually help but to look down to your feet under their blazing gaze. Izuna walked closer to another couch and made Shisui sit there with you following behind and together, You and Izuna made your way to the others, distributing the glass of water each to one another. They mumbled a small 'thanks' and 'thank you' before drowning the glass into their throats.
"So...what happened?" You asked as you sat beside Izuna and Shisui. Izuna sighed deeply when he sees the others looked at him. He knew he would be the one explaining... everything.
"The Senju finally agreed to us with building another company and we celebrated that leads us to our drunken state." Izuna explained, he slumped his back to the couch, allowing himself to relax. You nodded, fully understanding the situation and before you say a word. Another voice joined in.
"What happened -hic- earlier at the -hic- kitchen?" The husky voice asked, you knew this voice so your head turned towards Madara himself and you quickly got nervous because who wouldn't? You just nearly attacked and hurt one of your boss with a Pan.
"U-uh..about that...I was lost in thought that I didn't realize you all...came back here...i-i- thought there was an intruder so...I uhm..nearly attack Izuna...with a Pan..." You explained, you fingers nervously fidgeting with each others. Izuna who saw your nervousness decided to step in.
"It's ok really. I didn't got hurt. I was proud to know y/n can defended herself and for the safety of the house... plus, we totally forgot to let you know that we're here...so yeah." Izuna said with a smile, he patted your head gently making your tensed muscles go relax under his touch. The others took some moment before humming in approval.
"I wish I could've seen her adorable face when our little maid was about to attack~" Shisui purred right beside the shell of your ear. Shisui's statement brought a small smirk to the lips of Madara, Obito, Sasuke and of course Itachi while Izuna just smiled sweetly (Izuna is too innocent for this). Heat rush through your cheeks again and you fell into the pits of emmbarassment making you look down to your lap. You still have your apron on which was a bit wet.
"For once in my life I agree with Shisui. y/n is really cute in that maid outfit." This time, it was Sasuke's voice that said. Your eyes twitched at their teasing but it didn't help you one bit.
"Someone's flustered~" Obito teased, leaning his chin to his palm as he stared at you. By this time, your face was all red like a tomato and Izuna who was a bit drunk sighed. (He is jealousļ½”ā āā āæā āā ļ½”) You didn't notice how wide and sinister Itachi and Madara's smirk was cuz' you had your head down.
"Stop making n/n flustered. Your all drunk." Izuna stated sternly and he stood up with you, you face still hot even when you heard Izuna mentioned your nickname he used to call you. "I'm going to bed, you guys can just go to your own...good night everyone." Izuna said and dragged you to a hallway, not giving the others time to say good night back. You and Izuna's room were just right beside each other so he doesn't mind walking you to your room. Once you two reached your own rooms, you gave him a small hug which he returned back.
"Thank you Izuna...have a great night!" You said quickly and broke the hug before he did the same. "You too y/n." And with that, you entered your room and shutting the door behind you. Your face became hot again once your brain flashed the statements of your bosses, saying those things flawlessly in front of each other.
You sighed, shaking your head before changing to your pajamas. You let your head fall to the soft pillow and your blanket covers your body, providing you enough warm and letting you fall into a soft slumber.
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You slowly stir from your sleep as you hear slight movements in your room. You rubbed your eyes tiredly and your sight focused on a big shadow hovering over you. Your eyes widened but didn't make any sound... You noticed it's long spiky black hair and glowing red eyes.
"M-madara dono?"
(Dono = master/boss etc. It's the same as 'sama') You asked, your voice slightly trembled with fear as you stared up to him. Madara was smirking sinisterly and the smell of alcohol was still around him, hinting you that he was still clearly drunk.
"You've been such a good maid for us y/n...we should probably give her a reward~" A voice slurred beside you. You turned your head to your right and saw Itachi with a pink faint blush on his cheeks while looking at you. Your faces were inches away from each other. A growl escaped the older uchiha and you turned back your head to Madara.
"Yes indeed your right Itachi." Madara growled, bringing his fingers to your chin making you look more up to him. His sharinggan was glowing through your dark room and you felt fear. What were going to happen? What if- your thoughts were cut off by Itachi's gentle voice.
"We aren't going to hurt you n/n. Trust us, we maybe look like very drunk men but we still have full control of ourselves." Itachi said, like he was reading your thoughts. You gulped your own saliva while you slowly nodded, your eyes were still focused on the glowing red eyes of Madara. Do you really trust them? One wrong move and you're doomed. You're all alone in your own room, with the two older Uchiha who smell alcohol roaming in their bodies...
"God, it's your fault for making our hearts throb hard y/n." Madara suddenly blurred out of the blue making you look dumbfounded and confused. Itachi chuckled softly at your reaction and brought his hand to touch your soft cheek.
"He means that you made us fall in love with you y/n. We all love you once you stepped inside our lives." Itachi explained making your eyes wide in realization.
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WHAT!?
"W-what?" You manage to whisper. Your thought's voices was louder than your real voice. You didn't know how to feel anymore. Now that you've known that the 6 Uchihas was in love with you! .... But how though, you were just their maid, you were just a commoner unlike them who were raised in a pool of money.
"Don't think that we are joking here y/n. We know what we feel and now that you know the truth, we don't care about your social status. We know how pure your heart is, how you would help other people... that's why we want you." Madara explained, he leaned to your face and kissed your forehead with a deep sigh.
"We all have talked about it and that's why we 6 love you...I hope you're ok with it" Itachi said, kissing your cheek. You felt emmbarassed and hurt at the same time.
"B-but...Izuna is Madara's brother and Sasuke to Itachi...H-how will this even work?" You asked, you hands gripped the sheets of your bed while your eyes got teary. If you'll accept their love, it'll be very weird cuz' Madara and Itachi will be sharing their girlfriend with their own brother. And if you reject their love, all of them will be broken even if you pick one of them...You tightly closed your eyes, your head began to hurt like hell at the thoughts. What's even worst is that, they've discussed this all to themselves without you knowing.
"We knew this might hurt you but we promise each other we'll do anything to keep you ours. We'll work with the help of each other. We promise you." Madara said, bumping his head to your softly while Itachi kissed your hand. The comfort your getting from the two older male was very convincing and you nodded your head slowly.
"You two really mean it?" You asked, sniffling with your red puffy cheeks. The two nodded and kissed your cheeks before giving you a bear hug. The hug caused you to fall on your back to the bed with them snuggled to either side of your neck. Their hot breath fans your soft neck as their eyes closed and hands tangled securely around your waist and shoulders.
"With all of our lives y/n."
The two responded, making your lips curl into a small smile.
