#uchiha reader

SYNOPSIS… A young, gorgeous, woman who works as a poor lawyer, visits City Councilor Yoshinobu Gakuganji, who is in conflict over Yuji Itadori’s commission, and there she meets the mafia boss, Gojo Satoru. Behind City Councilor Gakuganji, there was a mafia involved. The meeting between the two is extraordinary.

INFO...Gojo Satoru x oc!reader, mafia, consensual drugging, kidnapping, violence, guns, knives, abuse, parental death rosesandchampagnexjjk!crossover , Gojo is toxic, obsessed manipulative, ( I usually give the reader an appearance and personality when I write cause it’s easier for me so this time I based it off Sasuke Uchiha)

OTHER…likes and reblogs are appreciated

“WOAH LOOK AT HER… SHE MUST BE SOME TYPE OF MODEL!!?” ━━━whispers continued as Y/N walk the busy streets of the city. Her heels tapping the pavement floor while she walked in a rush.

She rolled her eyes at the comment, that was constantly received ever since she was child. Many tell her how well she would’ve done for herself is she had just applied for a modeling position. Though in truth, she was never quite interested.

Instead, she was an active attorney who earned just about the average wage a year. That was her reasoning to walk to work everyday to save a few measly coins.

With her mind focusing on the words from before she oblivious to her surroundings before she rounded the corner and collided with a much larger figure than her own.

She stumbled forward, a firm hand caught her back, saving her from falling backwards. When regaining her balance, her hand rushed to her stinging face where it had collided with his back, which felt as hard as rock.

Straightening herself before looking up and seeing intense, vibrant blue eyes paired with a cunning smirk staring down at her.

“Hey, are you hurt??” He asked. Taking a good look at him, it was clear he was exceptionally tall, standing between 6'5" and 6'7". He had a lean, muscular build that was enhanced by his sleek black suit, paired with a luxurious fur coat that hinted at his wealth.

His snow-white hair set him apart from the crowd, making him all the more relatively attractive.

“Oh, I’m okay…” She replied, feeling his hand clench against her back with his smirk only widening. Pushing him off her before apologising in a hurry.

“I'm sorry for running into you like that.” She bowed in apology, Ignoring how the taller man looked her up and down.

“I was in a hurry and was inattentive to my surroundings. Are you hurt anywhere, or??” She asked not seeing the white haired male walking closer to her.

“I'm fine.” He smiled, lowering his head to close the distance between him and the girl’s face.

“That’s a relief. Sorry, but I’m in a hurry-” She was interrupted by him, grabbing a peace of her hair and twirling it between his fingers.

“You should at least wear sunglasses. It snows frequently.” She furrowed her brows at the way he ridiculously changed the topic. As well as the way he had no idea of what the context of personal space was.

“Some people lose their eyesight... 'Cause of the strong sunlight.” He continued, giving Y/N the worst possible first impression.

“Thank you for the advice, but I’m fine.” She excused herself before walking past him getting back on track on what she was originally doing.

looking back as she walked away, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket as an incoming call was waiting to be answered.

“Yo Satoru.” A soft masculine voice called from over the phone, before explaining a whole other conversation that had happened.

“Is everything alright?” The voice over the phone asked after finding out it was clear Satoru’s focus was else where.

“It’s nothing, Suguru. Just that there was a small accident.” A chuckle left the white haired male’s lips before turning his body to where the girl had just left.

“I just saw a walking pornography.” He smirked before walking away and continuing his phone call with Suguru Geto.

Y/N on the other hand was already at where she was suppose to be. Due to her crashing into Satoru only a few seconds away from the destination.

She knocked on the door, before it was quickly opened by her client, Yuji Itadori’s roommate, Nobara Kugisaki.

“Woah, what’s up with you? Anything special happen today.” Kugisaki teased with a questionable smirk plastered on her space.

“Ah no, but I’m taking care of it.” Y/N sighed tiredly. Taking off her suit jacket and placing it on top of a chair before plopping herself down on the same one.

“Well that’s good. By the way, Itadori just went out.” Kugisaki said placing her hair behind her ear as she went to get a cup of water for her older friend.

Y/N had an age difference of four years between Kugisaki and Itadori. They were both eighteen while Y/N had just reached twentytwo.

She knew Itadori when she was younger and later on got introduced to Kugisaki by him. So realistically they both thought of her like a mother or something like a sister.

“I'm going to visit Gakuganji’s office tomorrow. So don’t worry too much.” She gave Kugisaki a reassuring smile that practically melted her heart.

“Anyway I only came by to drop these papers. I should be getting home. It’s my day off afterall.” She said before sipping on the cup of water given to her.

“Wait seriously?! it’s your day off and you still chose to run errands and wear that boring business suit.” Kugisaki complained seeing how the older woman was taking her attractiveness for granted.

If Kugisaki had the face and body of Y/N she would’ve been an absolutely party animal. More than she already was..

“Atleast stay a little longer, let’s hang outttt.” She moved towards the girl wrapping her arms around her while she tried to escape Nobara’s grasp.

It took about twenty minutes including a conversation about Kugisaki’s horrible love life to let Y/N free and be able to go home without getting millions of messages.

When leaving the building she turned around to take one last glimpse of the area, that had been consuming her thoughts these last past weeks.

Itadori Yuji. Living in the third story of this building, he's about to lose his factory which he worked so hard for. On the opposite table sits the senator...

Yoshinobu Gakuganji, It’s unbelievable that he’s trying to seize the factory with such ridiculous documents. Though as annoying as it is, it’s obvious…

Someone is helping him under the table.. the only problem is there’s a high possibility that, that “SOMEONE” is the mafia. Seeing how he’s a senator, the mafia would definitely be.. a huge organisation. This was going to be more troublesome than she thought.

Exactly why she had decided to take things into her own hands and pay Mr. Yoshinobu Gakuganji, A visit herself…

“Gojo!! I need a guaranteed answer, about that annoying attorney!!” Gakuganji shouted, clearly frustrated about the current circumstances.

“I've been up to my neck with this lousy attorney! Are you going to let her keep at it?!” He complained angrily , rolling his eyes at the ridiculousness of the situation

“The work is getting delayed because of her!!” The Sentator’s voice rose in frustration. His fists clenched, glaring across the room where Satoru Gojo smoked a cigarette with an unyielding expression beside his desk.

“Senator Gakuganji… I'’m a very busy man. Yet...you call me here just to..whine?” Satoru glared. His blue eyes glowing as Gakuganji shivered with the look.

“If she’s just a mere attorney as you say, then there’s no reason for you to get so worked up. I don’t accept deals that I can’t handle in the first place.” With a deep breath, he took one last drag, the familiar bitterness filling his lungs, a fleeting comfort in a moment of chaos.

“I’m going to let this pass for my father’s sake…but don’t pester me like this again.” He walked towards the senator and glared down at him fully aware of the terrifying effect he had.

“Sir, I’m very sorry for intruding, but a v-visitor is here for you!!” A door opened revealing one of Gakuganji’s assistants.

“Visitors?! Forget it, tell them to scram!!” He yelled at his assistant though a wave of shock came across him when seeing who he was just complaining about, walk through his office doors.

“I know I came unexpectedly...but you’re not going to kick me out. Afterall a citizen of this city should be able to meet you.” Her voice lingered in the air, stepping further into the space without waiting for an invitation.

“So please, I’m attorney, Y/N L/N. Please, excuse my Intrusion.” She introduced before locking eyes with familiar face across the room.

“I didn’t know you had company. Sorry for barging in on you like this.” She said though her voice and face made it clear that she did not meaning it.

“But I had something urgent to give you.” Walking towards the two avoiding the stare of white haired male as she tried to convince herself that he didn’t remember her from yesterday.

“As I received no reply from you the last time we spoke.. I’m going to move ahead with the case.” Slapping a crazy amount of paper documents in his arms.

“This one is for the appeal… and the other is a court order to cease enforcement. The relevant documents are enclosed.” She explained causing Satoru to chuckle, shifting to focus onto him.

“So look over them carefully when you have the time.” She said her confident and firm tone making it sound like an order. Only embarrassing the old man even more.

“You good-for-nothing, rookie attorney...! How are you come at me.” He yelled, face flustered with anger unsure of how to handle the woman who rudely stormed in his office.

“Since a rookie attorney such as myself is aware of the facts...I’ll assume the case regarding the factory will be wrapped up soon enough.” She said, realising that this was enough for now.

Though what confused her was the taller man whose eyes never left her since she walked in the room. His glare was as if saying ‘What’s your next move?’ It was better for Y/N to find out who he was and what his relation with Senator Gakuganji is..

“Your name??” She asked the man who’s raised his eyebrows at the woman’s sudden question. Then turning his eyes to the

“Satoru Gojo..” He answered before exhaling the smoke from his cigarette. The smooth stream of smoke curling gracefully into the air.

She turned on her heel and walked away, while he stood there, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. The mischievous glint in his eyes hinted at secrets shared, as he watched her depart.

Before leaving Senator Gakuganji’s building she made a quick bathroom to wash her hands. Staring at the counter where she laid out her jacket, phone and Satoru’s business card.

That man…there was...something unnerving about him. His calm vibe was so different from when she accidentally ran into him. Plus… That business card definitely stood out from regular ones.

She sighed, grabbing her phone and calling Itadori. Deciding it was best to let him know about the sudden change of circumstance.

“I-is he...Mafia?!” The pink haired male asked from over the phone. Looking at the photo of the business card Y/N sent.

“I'm not sure...but I saw him an unusual individual. Why do you know him?” She questioned. Leaning her lower back against the bathroom counter with the phone up to her ear held by left hand as her left arm crossed her stomach.

“No, but this photo of the business card you sent. It’s ‘GOJO’ one of the biggest mafia’s out there. Based on this card, he’s atleast an executive.” He explained causing the Y/N to sigh in frustration.

“It might be more difficult to keep the factory than I thought…” She admitted, though in a way she still sounded confident in herself.

“However, we’re going to claim damages for improper acquisition.” Y/N explained to Yuji who struggled to understand anything she said.

“What?! But Gakuganji will never comply to that-” He added before getting interpreted by Y/N corrected him.

“No, not from him. Instead, I’m going to stir up the Mafia.” Referring to Gojo while playing with the business card in between her fingers.

When entering the building’s lobby she was fortunate to see exactly who she was looking for sitting down on one of the couches with his assistant handing him a gift box.

“A gift from Senator Gakuganji’s??” Gojo raised his brows while rubbing the luxurious fountain pen in between his long fingers

“I wonder how he found out about my hobby of collecting fountain pens. Any idea, Ijjichi?” He asked his assistant even though he was already aware of the answer and just wanted to hear it a second time.

“I'm terribly sorry! Senator Gakuganji’s asked what you would like as a gift, and I assumed the information was safe it share…!” Ijichi bowed in apology but was confused to see Satoru continue staring at it while staying silent.

“Do you…not like the gift??” He asked fixing his glasses that almost fell from his ninety-degree angle.

“No, I like it. Which is why I find it unpleasant.” He replied rolling his eyes before placing the pen on cushion table in front of him.

“Excuse me, Mr Gojo. A woman is asking to see you, last second, without an appointment.” One of his henchman walked towards the two yawning.

“Who is it? We already went over Gojo’s schedule for today.” Ijichi asked. Though Satoru smirked for he knew exactly who it was. He saw her walking out the restroom. Her dark eyes scanning the room for him.

“An attorney of a man named Itadori something.” The bodyguard nervously rubbed the back of his neck unsure of the name he was supposed to remember.

“Tell her I'm out. And send this back.” He instructed, fully aware of Y/N being able to hear their conversation. He hid his grin behind his hand watching the woman invite herself in. A slightly angered expression on her face.

“Satoru Gojo.” She muttered, walking past the body guard who stood there sweatdropping.

“You’re putting me in a tough spot..Lying like this.” Her heels slapped against the floor as she made her way directly in front of the Mafia boss.

“Ah, I thought I told you that I had no Interest in meeting you.” He sighed. Rubbing circles on his forehead, acting as if he had a headache.

“I'm on a tight schedule… It’s about the factory that Senator Gakuganji is trying to take.” She said avoiding all types of insults and teasing he threw at her.

“You can exert considerable influence on the Senator! You do know I’m Itadori’s Attorney. Right?” Y/N questioned, raising her brow.

“Нmm... I’m not sure about that.” He smirked. Y/N was patient before but now he was seriously starting to get to her.

“Excuse me? We met at the senator’s office just earlier?” Though to her surprised Satoru just shook his head making the Girl face palm. ‘What a truly adorable sight’ He thought.

“Too bad, you must’ve not made an impression on me.” He shrugged. Though he didn’t expect her to react to in such way she did.

She grabbed his pen before breaking it in half, throwing it on the ground with her heel stepping on both pieces.

“Will you remember now?” She angrily smiled as she picked the broken pieces and threw it back at the white haired male. Causing an unnoticed chuckle to leave his throat.

“Ah. Yes, I think I’ll remember you for sure this time…” He replied, his voice smooth and teasing.

“It’s obvious that you’re helping the Senator.. so I’m not going to dwell on that.” She straightened herself up and continued as if nothing happened.

“But I think it’s likely… for an unlawful corrupt senator to be imprisoned.” Placing documents on the cushion table where the rest of his items were.

“And those who help him won’t be able to avoid an ugly investigation, here are the files.” To Satoru’s surprise she was actually somewhat good at her job.

Realistically he didn’t think much of it but it was actually really well thought out in only the few minutes she found out about his relationship with the Senator.

“You should consider the gains and losses as a mafia executive.” She finished turning around and putting her jacket back on. Before leaving she turned to face Satoru one last time. Giving him a perfect view of her delicate and gorgeous face.

“Try giving me a call in three days. See you soon??” She calmly waved leaving the business lobby.

“A-Are you alright, Gojo?!” Ijicji asked seeing how the man was speechless about her sudden outburst and fair reasoning.

“Find out everything about that woman. Her family, hometown, the school she graduated from. Even the number of books she owns.” He instructed a serious expression shown on his face. Though it wasn’t one of anger it was one of curiosity.

“I ALWAYS WANTED...TO RAISE A TIGER” He smirked to himself while thinking back to the memory that happened just a few seconds ago.

You can always count on Shisui to torment you lovingly

He’ll give you the worst nicknames

He called you stinky for the longest time 😭

For some reason he is always giving you unsolicited fashion advice

Nice hair, you look like a lunch lady!.. Jeez, you look like a raccoon! Tone down on the eyeliner, Beetlejuice

Or he’d go the opposite way and spend an asinine amount of time trying to convince you to wear an absurd outfit

Your brother is always messing up your makeup with his dumb bs antics

Like when he sees you during school and bum rushes you, throwing you over his shoulder for no absolutely reason

If Shisui doesn’t invite you to train with him and Itachi, you’ll show up and just deadpan at them like a serial killer across the training yard until they finally wave you over

Uh, Shisui, I think she wants to come over here

Either that or she wants to kill us

When you were young he caught you leaving a cringe love letter to Itachi from a “secret admirer” and held it over your head for months

But when he saw you and Itachi kiss for the first time he actually baby barfed

Oh for the love of god please don’t ever let me see that again he wails dramatically as he wretches

Shisui makes it a point to make faces of horror anytime he sees you and Itachi displaying affection

When Itachi makes you mad you teach Sasuke a new bad word

I'm trying something new, and I am feeling nostalgic. Do tell me how I'm doing?

Part 2

In the aftermath of the Uchiha massacre, Y/N finds herself grappling with loss, duty, and an unexpected connection with Kakashi Hatake. As she cares for Sasuke and navigates her feelings for the enigmatic Copy Ninja, their bond deepens amidst missions, village gossip, and unresolved emotions. But with Sasuke’s protectiveness and Itachi’s shadow looming over them, can Y/N truly find love and normalcy, or is her heart forever tied to the past?

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The soft hum of the cicadas filled the warm summer evening, blending with the crackling of a small fire in the yard of a modest home on the outskirts of Konoha. Y/N Uchiha sat cross-legged near the flames, her dark eyes reflecting the light as she meticulously sharpened a kunai. She was surrounded by an air of calm, but her thoughts were far from peaceful.

The massacre haunted her every waking moment. Every shadow seemed to whisper the names of her kin, every quiet moment echoed with their cries. She'd agreed to take care of Sasuke, but her own grief felt like a relentless weight. The truth Itachi had confided to her before leaving—the burden he'd carried, the impossible choice he'd made—was both a curse and a mercy. She couldn't hate him, even though she desperately wanted to.

She had just returned from a simple mission that morning, and had arrived later than expected, she knew her parents would be angry. When she stepped into the compound her thoughts vanished. The first thing she saw? Itachi, holding a Kunai in his anbu uniform. Blood, bodies.... "Itachi...." he turned to her carefully, tears in his eyes. He walked to her, and fell on his knees. He told her everything, in turn he asked for two things: Take care of Sasuke, and never tell anyone what he shared with her. With that, he was gone. He had meant the world to her, as young as she was, Itachi was the love of her life.

A sudden knock at the door shattered the stillness. Y/N tensed, kunai at the ready, before she remembered herself. Few dared to venture out to her home, and fewer still would come without warning. She set the weapon down and rose cautiously, brushing the dust from her hands as she approached the door.

When she opened it, Kakashi Hatake stood there, his mask hiding much of his face but not the exhaustion in his visible eye. His slouched posture and the faint sag of his shoulders spoke of battles fought, both on and off the field.

"Kakashi," she said, surprise coloring her tone. "What are you doing here?"

He hesitated, one hand resting on the doorframe as if it were the only thing keeping him upright. "I need your help," he said simply.

Y/N's brows furrowed. She stepped aside, gesturing for him to enter. "Come in," she said softly, her earlier wariness replaced by concern.

Kakashi stepped into the modest home, his gaze sweeping over the sparse but functional interior. He didn't sit, though, remaining near the entrance like he didn't belong.

She crossed her arms, leaning against the wall. "What kind of help are we talking about?"

Kakashi's hand moved to his headband, fingers hesitating for the briefest moment before pulling it up. The red glow of the Sharingan in his left eye was sharp against his pale skin, but there was a faint tremble in the lid. "This," he said.

She held back to ask where he had gotten it, thinking back to the relationships he had with Obito before he died.

Y/N's lips parted in surprise. She hadn't seen the Sharingan outside her clan, ever, to be fair she was just 14 when the clan disappeared. Her gaze softened. "You're struggling to control it," she deduced, stepping closer.

He gave a short nod. "It drains me faster than I can keep up. It’s… not mine"

There was a heaviness in his voice that she recognized all too well. Loss. Guilt. A desperate need to honor the dead in a way that only the living could.

"Does anyone know you have this?" He hesitated for a second and looked away, the insinuation was clear. No.

"I can only teach you what I know, which isn't all" He nodded and accepted what she could give.

She inhaled deeply, her mind already racing with the lessons she'd been taught as a child. "Sit down," she instructed, motioning toward a cushion. When he hesitated, she gave him a pointed look. "You came to me for help, so let me help."

Kakashi complied, lowering himself with a stiffness that came from too many missions and too little rest. She sat across from him, her dark eyes locking onto his mismatched gaze.

"The Sharingan..." she began carefully. "It requires more than just physical energy—it takes something deeper. Something you need to learn to balance." Her tone softened. "I can teach you, but it won't be easy."

"I didn't expect it to be," he replied quietly.

For a moment, neither spoke. The weight of their respective losses filled the room like an unspoken truth, pressing against them both. Finally, Y/N broke the silence.

"Why now?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Why come to me after everything? You could've gone to the elders when they were still alive"

Kakashi's gaze flickered, the Sharingan fading as he let his headband fall back into place. "Because I thought I could handle it on my own," he admitted. "Besides, you understand where this came from."

Her heart twisted at his words. She knew exactly what he meant, and she hated how true it was. They were both haunted by the past, bound by love and loss in ways no one else could comprehend.

She reached out, placing a hand lightly on his. "We'll figure it out together," she said firmly.

For the first time that evening, a faint smile touched Kakashi's lips, hidden though it was behind his mask. "Thank you," he said simply.

As the fire outside burned low and the night deepened, the two found a strange solace in each other’s presence. Neither dared to say it aloud, but for the first time in a long while, neither felt entirely alone.

Years Later

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the dirt path as Kakashi and his newly assigned Team 7 made their way back to the village after a routine patrol. Naruto was complaining loudly about the lack of excitement, Sakura was scolding him, and Sasuke trailed behind, his expression as unreadable as ever. Kakashi, walking ahead, tuned out the bickering and kept an eye on their surroundings—until he saw a familiar silhouette approaching in the distance.

Y/N Uchiha.

She was returning from a mission, her travel-worn cloak dusted with dirt and her weapons pouch slightly askew. Despite the weariness in her step, her gaze was sharp, and the faintest smirk tugged at her lips when she spotted the group.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" she teased as she stopped in front of them, her eyes immediately seeking out Sasuke. "You’ve got yourself a squad now, huh?"

"Y/N," Sasuke greeted with his usual detached tone, though there was a flicker of warmth in his eyes.

"Wait, you know her?" Naruto asked, pointing at her dramatically. "Who is she?"

Sakura, more composed, bowed slightly. "It’s nice to meet you. I’m Sakura Haruno."

Y/N’s gaze softened as she regarded them, then flicked over to Kakashi, who stood silently watching her with his usual aloof demeanor. She grinned, mischief sparking in her eyes. "I’m Y/N Uchiha, Sasuke’s... clan mat and," —she nodded toward Kakashi—"I’m the reason they call him the Copy Ninja."

Naruto’s jaw dropped. "What? No way! You mean you taught him how to do that crazy stuff?"

Kakashi sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Don’t give her too much credit."

"Oh, please," Y/N shot back, her grin widening. "If it weren’t for me, you’d still be trying to figure out which end of a kunai to hold." Y/N shrugged, a playful glint in her eyes. "He was hopeless on his own. Let’s just say he’s lucky I took pity on him."

"Now you’re exaggerating," Kakashi interjected, though his tone was more resigned than annoyed.

"You’re just mad because it’s true," Y/N teased, crossing her arms and tilting her head at him. "Anyway, I’m guessing this is your new team? Good luck—you’ll need it, especially with this one." She nodded toward Sasuke, who just scoffed.

Sasuke cleared his throat, clearly ready for the conversation to end. "Are you heading back to the village?"

"Yeah," Y/N replied, her tone softening. "Mission's done, and I’ve got reports to file. I’ll see you at home later."

As she turned to leave, she paused and glanced over her shoulder at Kakashi. "You’ve got your hands full with these kids, but don’t slack off on them. They deserve the best, Copy Ninja."

Kakashi raised a hand in lazy acknowledgment, though a faint smile tugged at the corner of his masked mouth.

"She’s awesome!" Naruto declared as they continued walking. "I didn’t know you had someone like her in your clan, Sasuke!"

"She’s annoying," Sasuke muttered, though his tone lacked any real bite.

I always make Tobirama so… mean. He's my equivalent to Indra but Senju version when I write xd

Req: Itachi has a younger sister close to his age. When she's of age, Fugaku wants to teach Itachi his place and duty as Uchiha heir and has him breed his sister.

!! 18+ NSFW!!

!!MINORS DNI!!

!!ALL characters involved are 18+ NO MINOR CHARACTERS!!

incest; betrayal?; expectations; breeding; sibling incest; old customs; lineage; loss of virginity; first time; misogynistic behavior; impartial treatment; noncon; taboo

Know Your Place

While Fugaku was far less intense than some of the older generation clan heads, be it Uchiha or from other clans, he still had to uphold some practices, especially since all eyes were always on the Uchihas.

His beloved wife was loathe to put her precious children through that ritual, begging him to use his position as clan head to vote his children out of it. However, Fugaku was nothing if not dutiful. He would not show any bias towards his family. Ancient Konoha customs were especially sacred to the Uchiha and Senju, since they were the founder's blood.

After many fights and arguments, Mikoto had unhappily relented, seeing that she couldn't change her husband's mind. His heart ached for his wife as he could imagine where she was coming from. So, to spare her somewhat, he suggested she should go visit her friend the fated day and to even have a sleepover if possible.

While she had still not been happy about his decision and what would befall their children, she had thanked him for the suggestion, ever courteous, and went to sleep with her back turned towards him.

The fateful day finally came. Mikoto, despite being upset with her husband, had taken his suggestion and planned a date with Kushina to spend the whole day together and end it in a sleepover. She had already told Sasuke to come straight to Naruto's home with him after their training ended. If there was one silver lining in the situation, she figured it was that her baby would be spared the fates of his elder siblings.

Their daughter had come of age around a week ago. Fugaku knew what had to be done. And it had to be done today, with his wife safely out of the picture so as not to have to witness what needed to happen.

Sometime before noon, Fugaku came into the living room and called for both his eldest children in a booming voice. Itachi came first, coming in from where he'd been in the back garden, looking mildly curious. Fugaku gestured for him to wait, to which he obliged, knowing he'd find out whatever his father wanted once his sister came down.

His second born, and only daughter, tiptoed down the stairs, poking her head around the door to gauge the situation. She flinched upon seeing his intense expression and straightened up, quickly slinking into the room and sitting opposite him, beside Itachi.

"You're both old enough now," he got straight to business. "Itachi, you're my heir. You need to stake your claim. As for you," he fixed his daughter with a cold gaze. "You must ensure and strengthen his position. Your place is beside him."

She bit the inside of her cheek, looking towards Itachi for clarity, but he was staring in confusion at their father.

"I don't understand father," she said, trying to lower the intensity radiating off of both the men. "It's understood I'll make sure his position is strong... Why are you saying it like this?"

Fugaku breathed out through his nose, praying for patience to get through this. He kept his demeanor and tone harsh, knowing that was the most efficient way to get through this.

He barked at her to undress, that she was to do as she was told. That was her position. He ignored the angry, hurt tears welling in her eyes and kept his gaze focused on his son, whose fists were balled tightly on his lap.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see his daughter looking to Itachi for help, but eventually realizing her older brother wouldn't take her side here. If the situation weren't so dire, he would have smiled in pride at his son's sense of loyalty. Fugaku knew how much Itachi adored his younger siblings, but to see that he would do whatever it takes for his clan and village made him proud.

His daughter slowly undressed, fighting back tears and looking forlorn. When she was completely bare, she folded her arms over her chest, trying futilely for some semblance of modesty. He could see the slight tremours in Itachi's arms as he fought for restraint.

Fugaku took a quick inspection of her folds, having her hold her cunt open, feet spread far apart. He nodded with satisfaction upon finding her virginity in tact. Now to move on to the next part.

Next, he had her lay on the low table in front of Itachi, barking at her to spread her legs and keep them open when she would start to close them, shaking from the absurdity of the situation.

Itachi hadn't moved an inch from his spot, still kneeling at his seat. He didn't meet Fugaku's eyes when the clan head turned towards him.

"Itachi," he called out sternly, although his voice was considerably free of the harshness he had used on his daughter. "You are to be the future leader of this clan. You must take her, and make sure to spill inside. She'll bear many children for you."

For a long moment, Fugaku feared his eldest won't obey. That this was where he'd draw the line and Fugaku would have to use stricter means. He fixed his son with a cold look, barely paying attention to his vulnerable daughter, who had hidden her face behind her hands. He let her hide for now.

Then, slowly, Itachi shifted, reaching out to grab the only item Fugaku had prepared for this occasion. He took the jar and opened it, dipping his fingers into the thick lubricant. Wordlessly, he brought the fingers to his sister's pink folds that were splayed uncomfortably in front of him. He didn't waste time in teasing or arousing pleasure, and simply got to work using his slick fingers to lubricate and open her up with quick motions as if sensing Fugaku's rising impatience.

The man pulled his daughter's trembling hands away from her face, revealing her teary eyes and conflicted expression. He wanted to give her a kind smile and comfort her, but he remembered his duty as a father and clan head were most important right now.

"Look at him," he said instead, words as stern as his eyes. "Don't bring your hands up again!"

Pleased with his work when her hands dropped to her sides on the tabletop, clenched into tight fists, Fugaku went behind Itachi who was lining up his manhood to his sister's prepared cunt. With a hand on his son's shoulder, Fugaku watched as his thick, engorged head breached his daughter's virgin entrance, telling him to keep pushing as she began to squirm.

He didn't comment when Itachi's hands went to her waist, holding her down as he spoke gentle words to calm his sister down and reassuring her that the pain would subside.

“Easy, love. Just a bit more… It’ll get better,” Itachi murmured against the skin of her neck before pressing a gentle kiss there.

With a few more thrusts, he was buried inside her, having successfully breached her cunt. Fugaku winced, having caught sight of the thin streaks of blood from her hymen coating the length of Itachi's fat cock as he pulled out to thrust back in, the red now pinkish from mixing with the white lubrication Itachi had used generously while preparing her. The clanhead patted his son on the back as he finally started to fuck his sister properly, seemingly having gotten over the inhibitions from earlier. Content in knowing that his work was done, Fugaku quietly exited the living room and retreated to his study.

As he leaned back in his chair and lit a cigar, he wished Mikoto would return home tonight instead of sleeping over at her friend's house after all. He was only human, and the past couple hours had aroused his need for his wife.

He blew out a ring of smoke, letting his eyes fall shut as the muffled sounds of his son breeding his daughter filtered through the thin walls to his office.

Konoha was truly beautiful. One of the more beautiful villages if you asked the right people. She was one of them. Growing up in the village taught her to appreciate nature and the things it provided, and she did. Sitting on the branch of a tree on the edge of the forest that surrounded Konoha, she just stared. Feeling the warm summer breeze brush against her sun kissed skin. The leaves gently rustling above her calmed her to the point of being sleepy, and she had to fight to stay awake. This was one of the rare times she was able to escape from it all. Escape from the constant fighting that came with being a shinobi, and escape from the realization that her entire family was gone, something that had haunted her since the day of the massacre and Sasuke leaving.

Sometimes, she closed her eyes and imagined that nothing had happened. That Sasuke was sitting right next to her, and Itachi was on her way. She pretended that her mother was at home cooking her favorite meal, and that her father was sitting at the kitchen table watching her. Only, when she re opened her eyes, she was met with that same feeling of loneliness. There would be no tears. She couldn't cry over it anymore, almost as if she was numb. Besides, Uchiha didn't cry. At least that's what her father had said.

She didn't even notice when Kakashi had suddenly appeared next to her on the branch, eyes closed once more. It took him letting out an amused cough for her to finally come back to the present. He stood in front of her, bent at the waste as he greeted her with that same warm closed eyed smile. After awhile, she returned the smile with the same warmth he had given.

Imagining Tobi as an Uchiha's significant other is quite the scenario. He might tease their partner's clan in jest—or so it seems, though his insults aimed at Madara are delivered with earnest seriousness.

He would only reveal his gentle side to you. It would take him a considerable amount of time, and by that, I mean a very long time, to become accustomed to your presence. He had grown accustomed to solitude since the time of war. Hashirama was a good brother, yet he often spent time with Madara. While Hashirama found companionship, Tobi remained alone. So he can't get accustomed to your approaches. Being an Uchiha, he's inclined to doubt your intentions. He simply can't understand why you, a beautiful, young, and cheerful woman, would be interested in someone as grumpy and serious as him.

His emotions are in turmoil. He's struggling to decide whether his feelings are mere attraction or genuine love. Having never fallen in love before, the thought of being in love with an Uchiha feels almost overwhelming. Whenever he sees you speaking with another man, his heart aches, but he can't pinpoint the reason. Whenever you undertake a risky mission, he becomes worried about you, yet he can't explain why.

Hashirama has noticed his younger brother's behavior and often teases Tobirama about his crush, finding it humorous and entertaining. Hashirama attempts to assist Tobirama by encouraging him to converse with you. Occasionally, he might even broach topics like marriage just to see the reaction from both of you.

Upon hearing that Madara was seeking a potential mate for you, he implored Hashirama to intervene. Unwilling to watch you marry another without making an attempt, Hashirama advised him to speak with you directly. But how should he explain it to you? How should he ask for your marriage? What if you reject him? These thoughts would occupy his mind. He would never reveal his nervousness, as his ego is substantial. However, his nights would be restless, consumed with thoughts about the outcome.. He often imagines you in his dream ;)

Eventually, he will muster the courage to invite you for a simple walk. Strolling beside you near your cherished place, chatting about the things you love, attentively listening as you speak of some matters that doesn't make any sense, and gazing at you with eyes full of longing. He would notice you struggling with your hair falling in front of your eyes and would assist by gently tucking those strands behind your ears, all the while maintaining eye contact. This is the ideal moment to propose; he leans in closer, resting his head against yours.