"Mama, Where Do You And Papa When Uncle Shi Watches Me?" The Little Girl With Brown Hair And Black Eyes

"Mama, where do you and Papa when Uncle Shi watches me?" The little girl with brown hair and black eyes asks. (For Izumi)

Izumi blushed faintly, giggled and pet her daughter’s silky, brown hair.

“Well, you see… Mama and Papa like to spend time alone together, sometimes. You know how we love to spend time with you when we have days off from missions? Well, Mama loves to spend time with Papa doing things that we like, too~”

She knew that one day her daughter would understand. Until then, she chose to take in every single day as a Mom to the most precious girl in the world. A girl who was practically a copy and paste of her Father. Their daughter. The most beautiful creation to ever come into existence.

Izumi with her regular water-style technique and with her Magekyou Sharingan activated while using Suijin.

This artwork was commissioned by me from the artist Pumiih. Please don’t repost or use it without my written permission. Thank you!

Mod // BRO LITERALLY. This one optometrist was kinda hot though-

Like yessss look into my eyes, stud muffin.

“No touchie!” Little! Sasuke swats her hand away from him. “Only Ni-San gives head pats!”

Izumi retracts her hand with a small pout, but she quickly shakes it off and regains her composure.

As adorable as Sasuke is and no matter how much she wanted to show her affection for him, she respects that he didn’t want anyone but Itachi to pet his head.

“Sorry, Sasuke. How about a high-five instead? Is that okay?”

She kneels down to Sasuke’s level and holds her hand up for him, this time prepared for both a reciprocated hand touch or a rejection.

Springtime was Izumi’s favourite time of the year. Not too hot, not too cold… Perfect. She adored the way the warm sun kissed her pale skin and the cool, luscious breeze blew her hair behind her as she strolled through the Leaf Village, keen to see her childhood best friend.

It had been far, far too long since they had met together. With missions keeping Izumi busy on top of training, cooking, cleaning, and everything else life had thrown at her, she terribly missed her dear friend, Ryuu.

When her bestie came into her field of vision, she couldn’t help but grin and open her arms, inviting her in for a well-needed best friend cuddle.

“Hey, you! I’ve been pretty tired with back-to-back missions and stuff, but aside from that, I’ve been fine. How have you been? I’ve missed you, too!”

How long had it been since she had seen her? Had Ryuu grown taller since the last time? Izumi could’ve sworn that they were the same height…

“I’m so glad that I’ve got a few days off… I think I deserve a break with my girl, right?”

She giggled sweetly and took one of Ryuu’s hands in hers, squeezing it tenderly. The Uchiha’s hand was slightly smaller, like her hand was meant to fit there.

Shaking off this… Somewhat familiar feeling in her stomach, she glanced up at her Nara friend with a face full of excitement.

“What do you feel like doing? I’m up for anything!”

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[ closed continued rp ] @izumi-uchiha-rp

spring really had arrived. and ryuu was very happy about it. she had just gotten out of the yamanaka flower shop which was blossoming with new arrivals and freshly picked flowers. though she hadn't gone there to get a bouquet for a loved one in the hospital or a rose for mock flirting with anko.

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her reason was to meet yamanaka inoichi. she was in great relations with the clan head and the clan itself. the man had himself summoned her to discuss her entry into the T&I department of konohagakure. he had been suggesting it to her for a long time and ryuu had finally agreed.

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but all the work stuff flew out of her mind when she remembered who she had to meet next. she often short circuited around her. thank god she was good at playing it off cool and not being a see through glass infront of her.

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it was criminal, ryuu always complained, just how pretty her best friend was. too pretty. too too pretty.

and it was downright illegal how izumi seemed like she had no clue about what she did to ryuu. and she frolicked around looking like a million ryos.

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‎if ryuu's heart finally failed, contact izumi uchiha for all the financial compensation.

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keeping her dramatics aside was often an impossible job but as soon as her beady brown eyes landed on the girl always plaguing her thoughts, ryuu stood straight. cleared her throat and ran towards her.

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"izumi!" she practically threw herself at izumi and was only able to be stopped by izumi's incredible stability and strength. though one can also argue that the nara had put no strength whatsoever.

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"missed ya best friend." she squeezed her tight, shutting her eyes closed and was immediately engulfed with the familiar scent of her childhood best friend.

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then she finally backed off, smiling, grinning. "how are you?"

Quickly stripping herself of her usual attire, Izumi slips into the clothes that she had chosen from Itachi’s wardrobe and smoothes them out with her hands. They were a little baggy on her smaller frame, but so, so comfortable. They smelled like him, too. Itachi had such a subtle, home-y scent which always put her at ease.

“Okay, I’m all finished! How do I look, Ita?”

She strikes a dramatic pose like a model on a runway and giggles to herself, amused by her own playfulness.

When Itachi turns to face her, she catches a glimpse of the light pink hues on his cheeks. Was Itachi actually blushing? And because of her?

She takes a few steps towards him and leans in close, their faces only inches apart as she observes his face intently.

“Ita, are you blushing right now? All this time I’ve known you, I’ve hardly ever seen you like this… You look really cute.”

As if now only realising how close they had gotten, Izumi locks eyes with the slightly taller Uchiha and swallows the nervous lump in her throat, a shade of pink flushing her cheeks to match Itachi’s.

It was as if the world froze around her and nothing else mattered in this moment except for the person she loved and admired who was standing right in front of her. So close. So temptingly close.

Taking a deep, encouraging breath, she closes the gap between them, shutting her eyes in the process, and presses her soft, plump lips against Itachi’s. A perfectly short and sweet first kiss.

“So close, Ita. You nearly had it!”

Her encouraging words just wouldn’t be able to cut it this time… She knew that much. This was Sasuke’s shirt we were talking about here, an article of clothing belonging to the most important person in the world to Itachi. Folding this shirt, as tedious as it was for someone with a singular functioning arm, was essential for Itachi to perfect.

“Hey now… How about we try this instead?”

Izumi carefully positions herself almost completely behind Itachi, her own arm taking the place of the Uchiha male’s injured one. If he couldn’t fold his sibling’s shirt with one hand, she was determined to assist him with completing the task one way or another.

“It may seem a little silly, but it’s like you’ve got both arms now, right? Let’s fold Sasuke’s shirt together!”

Standing on her tippy toes to peek over Itachi’s shoulder, the two get to work on Sasuke’s shirt. After a minute or so, the shirt is neatly folded and placed on a pile of perfectly folded laundry.

“See? We did it! You and me, Ita, we make a great team, don’t we?”

She giggles sweetly as she finishes up with the rest of the laundry. Of course, in the midst of Fugaku and Mikoto’s unfortunate passing, Itachi being seriously injured and young Sasuke needing assistance with his Academy work, Izumi had completely forgotten about her own clothes. How long had she been wearing the same purple top and pale, navy blue pants for?

“Oh-- Thank you for letting me borrow your clothes! It’ll just be for tonight, of course. Tomorrow, once Sasuke’s back at the Academy, I’ll be sure to pick up some of my own clothes from home.”

Opening Itachi’s drawers, she pulls out a black shirt with a high collar and matching pants and lays them delicately on top of Itachi’s bed. A blush creeps onto her cheeks as she reaches for the hem of her shirt, raising it slightly.

“I-Itachi… Would it be okay if I dressed myself in here?”