#slainkin

[starter for @slainkin]

It wasn’t like he was scared of the other children. No, it wasn’t that at all. 

They didn’t seem all that scary, they talked and laughed and played. The rumours at academy about all Uchiha being mysterious was weird and untrue. Yukirama had suspected it, mostly because people called him weird and never mysterious and that also wasn’t true. People liked to say strange things, and it was best to learn not to listen to any of them.

He wasn’t really an Uchiha though, and he knew that well. It had only been a week ago that he’d been brought to live with an elderly couple that had no children of their own. The nice auntie had a fan painted onto the pin in her grey hair. And above her door. And stitched onto the back of her yukata. 

Uchiha were proud, and it was an honour to be taken into their clan. Yukirama knew it was important, even if the full significance of his adoption kind of passed him by.

All he knew was that his classmates looked at him differently now, and that every day after school, he came home to a district full of fans and life. He liked that much better than being corralled with the other orphans of the village.

UNUSUAL WORD HEADCANON PROMPTS #1 - accepting !!

Welter: What subject will they never fully understand?

Madara actually tried to learn to heal early on, when he was 16-ish. It did not end well for him. All his life, he’s been able to pick up the shinobi arts without much trouble -- genjutsu? On lock. Ninjutsu? Not even trying. Taijutsu? Cakewalk. But iryo-ninjutsu has always eluded him, much to his private frustration. He just... can’t figure out how to do it. How to get his mind in the right place to mold and control healing chakra, how to think of the body as something to fix rather than something to hurt.

@slainkin asked:  ☀

SEND A  ☀ AND I WILL GENERATE A NUMBER FOR WHAT MY MUSE SAYS TO YOURS 227 -  ❝She got in my way and I pushed her down the cellar steps.❞ The serpent glances towards the Uchiha escorting them inside the building, assessing him as he takes them deeper in to the police station, where several other officers all linger about the halls and offices. Perhaps it hadn’t been the wisest idea, to act on spite. But when the woman had shoved her way passed them, then disrespectfully enforced her size to get where she wanted to go, they simply couldn’t help it. She must have been at least six feet, if not, then just under. But whatever height she lacked, she made up for in stature. A strong build, not someone who one would pick a fight with. She had easily trampled passed the Sannin, who’s smaller form had practically bounced to the side when she moved. Something about being overlooked had made the viper feel as if they had ingested poison. Her rude comment commanding they watch their step provoking their retaliation. They didn’t do well with people brushing them off as if they were a mere pest, not when the last few days had been nothing short of degrading as it was. Community service didn’t suit someone of their caliber, and although it was a grand improvement from execution, they still felt bitter about it. Parole didn’t make matters easier - had assisting in the villages war not been a sufficient apology?

They probably would have gotten away with their little act of spite, had the police officer not been so keen and aware. They read the badge strapped to his shirt, Uchiha Shiori. They wish they could have shoved him down the same stairs they had shoved the woman, but alas, that would have ended them up in more trouble than they already were. A petty crime perhaps, minor assault. But when they had countless acts of murder marring their report as it was, they couldn’t risk even the pettier crimes. The Uchiha asks them for their side of the story, to which they answer in careless honesty, “she got in my way and I pushed her down the cellar steps.” Maybe if the cumbersome woman hadn’t been so big and mighty in her presentation, they would have thought twice about shoving her. How were they to know someone so sturdy looking would end up breaking a limb when she tumbled down the steps? They sigh softly, this was going to set them back with the Hokage. Glancing at the Uchiha, they search him for any signs of corruption. “You wouldn’t happen to be the kind of shinobi who accepts bribes would you? I’m sure I could make losing that document worth your while.”

゜☆    ━━ 

             It had been a while since he had walked down this street, and passed by a familiar house. The house that belonged to an older Uchiha who tended to his garden quite well. He stopped and gazed at the magnificent work he had created until crystal clear eyes fell on a familiar face.

Delightfully Domestic Starters | Kintsugi

                         “Ah... can you stay to my left?” 

           Saburo had promised he’d be around for lunch after the end of his last mission. Usually, he spent his few days of off time recovering, but he’d promised. And not only that, he had already said the mission hadn’t been too bad. It hadn’t. It was only that the use of his mangekyo strained his eyesight and he’d been keeping that secret. He’d kept it even from his brothers. But right now, he was tired and his left blurred worse than his right. 

“No.”