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“Let me go! Someone, please help me!”

Izumi screamed and begged helplessly on the ground after her attempt to subdue the masked murderer failed. Her slim figure was constricted by the metallic sting of the chains, and no matter how hard she fought, she just couldn’t break free. No Taijutsu, Ninjutsu or Genjutsu could help her now. Her hope faded quickly.

“Mom… I-I’m sorry… I wasn’t strong enough…”

She whimpered softly and admitted defeat. Her Mother was already dead and she feared that everyone else she loved had already been executed as well. What was left for her to live for now that this ninja- this monster, had taken away everything she ever cared about?

“Kill me…”

She whispered and squeezed her midnight coloured eyes closed, praying that the masked man would end her suffering.

RP STARTER FOR @izumi-uchiha-anon

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Yandere Obito x Izumi PT 1

Obito stared at the woman sprawled at his feet, at his mercy, at his stroke of sheer luck. It was the night of the massacre. He flew through the police headquarters and severed a few heads of dozens of Uchiha clansmen, leaving decaying corpses to fester in his bloodied wake. His blade sung as it whistled through the dead of night, and the shrill screams that pierced the silence.. Aah it was deafening. A chorus of the dead rose to meet him as he swung left and right.

It was over in a matter of seconds.

Or so he thought.

He caught a stray jonin female straggler as he sauntered back out, flicking entrails off his sleeves. A woman. Long black silky hair, eyes as luminous as moon light. She flung shuriken at him and it was a brazen if not ridiculously flimsy move on her part. Not that he wouldn't have sensed her barely 6 feet form him. But an attempt to mask her presence would have been wiser.

Obito's chains flung out to seize her, before she even took a step. She was immediately ensnared by the heavy chains and he lifted his blade to decapitate her before he moved on to slaughter the children.

Obito paused.

He cocked his head and swiveled his sharingan to fixate on the woman desperately clinging to life on the ground.

His throat constricted and his mouth went dry..

Izumi grabbed onto the Uchiha’s arm as she struggled in his asphyxiating grasp, her face contorting in pain as she gasped for air that never came. As it turns out, her death may be in vain. If only she knew a name.

Suddenly, Itachi Uchiha, one of her childhood friends, appeared in her mind. In one of their previous conversations, he had mentioned a fellow member of the Anbu, Kakashi Hatake, and his teammates… Rin Nohara, the Three Tails Jinchuriki, and… That’s it!

“St-stop, please… O-Obito!”

RP STARTER FOR @izumi-uchiha-anon

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Yandere Obito x Izumi PT 1

Obito stared at the woman sprawled at his feet, at his mercy, at his stroke of sheer luck. It was the night of the massacre. He flew through the police headquarters and severed a few heads of dozens of Uchiha clansmen, leaving decaying corpses to fester in his bloodied wake. His blade sung as it whistled through the dead of night, and the shrill screams that pierced the silence.. Aah it was deafening. A chorus of the dead rose to meet him as he swung left and right.

It was over in a matter of seconds.

Or so he thought.

He caught a stray jonin female straggler as he sauntered back out, flicking entrails off his sleeves. A woman. Long black silky hair, eyes as luminous as moon light. She flung shuriken at him and it was a brazen if not ridiculously flimsy move on her part. Not that he wouldn't have sensed her barely 6 feet form him. But an attempt to mask her presence would have been wiser.

Obito's chains flung out to seize her, before she even took a step. She was immediately ensnared by the heavy chains and he lifted his blade to decapitate her before he moved on to slaughter the children.

Obito paused.

He cocked his head and swiveled his sharingan to fixate on the woman desperately clinging to life on the ground.

His throat constricted and his mouth went dry..

“Of course! There’s one not too far from here. Oh-“

She turned her attention to the young children and grinned down at their now cheerful faces.

“Do you two know where your parents are? Do you live around here?”

Once she knew the children would be safe on their short journey back home — thanks to her raven — she started walking towards the Leaf Village.

“There’s a bathhouse closer to my village. I was thinking about going there once I’d finished up with the paperwork from my mission, but I’m sure a little delay won’t hurt. Come on!”

When they arrived, she sighed in relief and grabbed two robes; one for herself and one for Keitaro.

“Here you go! I can’t wait to soak myself in the water. This week has been TOO long!”

Izumi had taken the long way back home from her exhausting week-long mission when she noticed two small children running towards her in her peripheral vision. She immediately got down on one knee as they approached, both with petrified looks on their tear-strained little faces. Her heart panged thinking about what the children could’ve possibly witnessed.

“Shhh~ Let’s just take a deep breath, okay? Like this…”

She demonstrated and instructed the kids to take a few calming, deep breaths so that she could figure out exactly what happened. Once the children had calmed down, they tugged on both of her hands and pulled her a few miles towards the bloody scene.

A taller, unfamiliar man stood in the middle of a circle of fresh bodies. Whether this man was good or bad was yet to be decided… Until he spoke.

“My name is Izumi Uchiha. I am a shinobi of the Hidden Leaf Village. I was led here by these two angels, I’m assuming to assist you? Luckily for me AND those bandits, it seems like you didn’t need my help.”

A soft giggle escaped her lips as she comfortingly pet the backs of the children standing next to her.

Izumi turned herself to give the man who towered over her some privacy as he changed into his robe. Out of the corner of her eye, she couldn’t help but notice the multiple deep scars on his torso. As a shinobi, she had her fair share of wounds and scars, but none came close to the ones that were imprinted into Keitaro’s skin.

“Hm? You want me to help wash you?”

A faint crimson painted her cheeks at his request, but she nodded as she herself began to strip down to her undergarments.

“S-sure, I don’t mind. I always miss some spots on my back, too. ‘I’ll scratch your back and you’ll scratch mine’, kinda deal?”

Once the Uchiha woman was completely nude, she slipped her robe on and tied it up tight, making sure that she was completely covered. She was nervous enough coming to the bath houses with a male, let alone knowing that she would be naked with him. Not that she didn’t have a great body, but Izumi was, and always has been, a modest woman.

Her eyes widened at the mention of the Last Great Ninja War, a war that she had indeed fought in, but tried her hardest not to think about too often.

“I did, actually. It was so heart-warming to see all of the shinobi from the different villages come together to fight for the greater good. I’ve always dreamed of a peaceful world, and now, hopefully… We’re one step closer.”

“Of course! There’s one not too far from here. Oh-“

She turned her attention to the young children and grinned down at their now cheerful faces.

“Do you two know where your parents are? Do you live around here?”

Once she knew the children would be safe on their short journey back home — thanks to her raven — she started walking towards the Leaf Village.

“There’s a bathhouse closer to my village. I was thinking about going there once I’d finished up with the paperwork from my mission, but I’m sure a little delay won’t hurt. Come on!”

When they arrived, she sighed in relief and grabbed two robes; one for herself and one for Keitaro.

“Here you go! I can’t wait to soak myself in the water. This week has been TOO long!”

Izumi nodded as he spoke, listening intently to what he had to say until her head snapped back towards him at the mention of his vision loss. The Great Ninja War took many things from Shinobi and Samurai alike, but somehow, Izumi came out of it practically unscathed. She counted herself extremely lucky for that.

“Keitaro, I’m… Sorry to hear about your vision. Here… Let’s go so that we can get you all cleaned up, hm?”

The pure warm water lapped at the Uchiha’s now bare body as she tenderly wiped Keitaro’s back from behind, the blood staining the white washcloth crimson.

“Is this okay? I think I’ve nearly gotten all of the blood off of you- Oh, wait… Right there.”

She stood up as high as she could on her tippy toes to reach the blood splatter on the back of his neck, accidentally pressing her exposed chest against him.

“Ack- S-sorry! I slipped!”

Izumi turned herself to give the man who towered over her some privacy as he changed into his robe. Out of the corner of her eye, she couldn’t help but notice the multiple deep scars on his torso. As a shinobi, she had her fair share of wounds and scars, but none came close to the ones that were imprinted into Keitaro’s skin.

“Hm? You want me to help wash you?”

A faint crimson painted her cheeks at his request, but she nodded as she herself began to strip down to her undergarments.

“S-sure, I don’t mind. I always miss some spots on my back, too. ‘I’ll scratch your back and you’ll scratch mine’, kinda deal?”

Once the Uchiha woman was completely nude, she slipped her robe on and tied it up tight, making sure that she was completely covered. She was nervous enough coming to the bath houses with a male, let alone knowing that she would be naked with him. Not that she didn’t have a great body, but Izumi was, and always has been, a modest woman.

Her eyes widened at the mention of the Last Great Ninja War, a war that she had indeed fought in, but tried her hardest not to think about too often.

“I did, actually. It was so heart-warming to see all of the shinobi from the different villages come together to fight for the greater good. I’ve always dreamed of a peaceful world, and now, hopefully… We’re one step closer.”

She swallowed nervously and pulled herself off of Keitaro’s noticeably warm body before clearing her throat.

“I was in the Third Division, where shinobi and samurai alike who focused on close to mid-range combat were preferred. Kakashi Hatake was our leader…”

She tapped the samurai’s shoulder and turned herself around, her back facing him.

“… You’re all done! My turn, please!”

She dipped her fingertips into the water and swept her hand back and forth, creating small waves as pictures of the Ninja War flashed in her mind.

“It was… Intense. I’m glad that I was put to use, but… I wish that the fighting didn’t have to happen.”

Izumi nodded as he spoke, listening intently to what he had to say until her head snapped back towards him at the mention of his vision loss. The Great Ninja War took many things from Shinobi and Samurai alike, but somehow, Izumi came out of it practically unscathed. She counted herself extremely lucky for that.

“Keitaro, I’m… Sorry to hear about your vision. Here… Let’s go so that we can get you all cleaned up, hm?”

The pure warm water lapped at the Uchiha’s now bare body as she tenderly wiped Keitaro’s back from behind, the blood staining the white washcloth crimson.

“Is this okay? I think I’ve nearly gotten all of the blood off of you- Oh, wait… Right there.”

She stood up as high as she could on her tippy toes to reach the blood splatter on the back of his neck, accidentally pressing her exposed chest against him.

“Ack- S-sorry! I slipped!”

Why was all of this happening? Why Itachi? Why him of all people?

After losing her own Father to the Nine Tails years ago, she knew the pain of burying a parent. To this day, the harrowing scene of the man she loved most in the world dying haunted her mind. The way he collapsed to his knees in front of her, blood spilled from his mouth, and he took his very last breath. That same scene that unlocked her Sharingan, the ‘curse of the Uchiha Clan’.

She sighed as she carried a tea cup and saucer filled nearly to the brim with green tea, his favourite, towards Itachi’s room. As she entered and saw said man sitting up, her brows furrowed.

“Itachi Uchiha… What have I told you about moving too much? I understand that you want to get up and go about your days like usual, but you need to allow your body to rest, okay?”

She placed the saucer and cup down on Itachi’s bed-side table and sat herself on the edge of the mattress, locking eyes with him and offering him a gentle smile.

“Need I remind you that I’m here for you? Whatever you need and however long you need me for, I’ll be here. We’ll get through this together, I promise you.”

She swallowed the nervous lump in her throat and reached over to place her small, pale hand on top of his larger, warmer one. He felt so welcoming, like she was home with him. These last few days taking care of him had been… A rollercoaster of emotions. Sadness, anger, hopelessness, she felt all of these things. But, seeing how much Itachi relied on her gave her a purpose. And not that she’d ever tell, but she truly adored helping Itachi eat and tucking him into bed of a nighttime. It was a routine that she knew would come to an end as soon as the male Uchiha had recovered, but she was going to enjoy it for as long as she could.

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ㅤIt felt almost sacrilegious, to dare complain about such small things - in the face of everything that'd come crashing down mercilessly within the past couple of days. Every time Itachi allowed his eyes to close, even if for mere seconds, the image was imprinted on the back of his eyelids; the lifeless bodies of his parents on the ground, bloody and desecrated and piled up like pieces of meat after a slaughter. An analogy not that far from the truth, though said truth was for himself to know only. Should the clan ever learn about the real circumstances of the deaths of their leaders, and the so-called trap they'd fallen victim to, no doubt that would be the final straw to break the fragile semblance of peace the village had been resting on.

ㅤOne could only stay so long in bed, though, toss and turn and tangle up in the covers, before the comfort of mattress and cushions began feeling more like a cotton-soft prison. What was he going to achieve, by resting in bed? Maybe heal the spread of cuts and gashes a bit all over his body, the actually responsible part of his brain would answer, not to mention his broken right arm that would remain incapacitated for a few weeks. Problem was, the other part of the brain, the one that was burning to start resolving all the issues risen from his parents' disappearance, was smaller but much louder. And, by the gods, it did not shut up. Even with the threat of a civil war mildly accounted for, Danzo could not be allowed to remain unchecked; what if, one day, he woke up and decided the Hokage was unnecessary to the village and must be removed, as well? Worse, what if he decided to set his aim on Sasuke next, for whatever reason?

Then Danzo would have to die, plain and simple, and treason be damned.

ㅤDanzo was already going to die, one day, when properly presented to justice for his crimes. Not only what he'd done to Fugaku and Mikoto, but also that gruesome arm secretly implanted with Uchiha eyes too many to count. But that would require time, patience, cunning, and, most of all, a foolproof amount of hard evidence. Rolling over yet again, this time almost enough to toss himself down the bed for good [and already paying for it, because it immediately sent a pang of horrible pain shooting up his arm and ribs], Itachi sat up with a loud sigh of frustration. That wouldn't do at all. He couldn't sleep anyway, even if he was supposed to be resting, so what was the point? So he shuffled over to the edge of the bed, ready to get up- ...and that's the precise moment Izumi chose to enter the room. Because of course.

ㅤ«...Technically, I am still in bed.» Or on the bed, to be accurate, but hopefully she wouldn't be fussing over semantics. That was his job, anyway.

If Itachi’s previous words had been witnessed by anyone else, they could potentially come across as harsh or unnecessary. To Izumi, however, they were simply him. The Itachi Uchiha she had been friends with since they were young children, the same one she cared deeply for and would drop everything for to tend to his needs.

Her midnight-coloured orbs locked with his own onyx ones and a radiant smile adorned her features as she felt Itachi’s fingers intertwine with hers.

“No need to apologise, Ita…”

She started to say, pausing after his shortened nickname slipped past her lips.

“I know that you’re just itching to get back out there, but please, cut yourself some slack. There’s no point in beating yourself up the way you are…”

She shifted herself closer to Itachi and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, a determined look appearing on her face.

“Whatever you need to do once you’ve healed properly, please let me help you. Right now, I want you to know that you’re not alone. I’m doing this-- taking care of you and Sasuke-- because I want to, not because I have to. I will always be here for you both, Itachi.”

Being this close to him, to the one person she had admired for so long, made her heart race in her chest. Yes, it was obvious to everyone how she felt about the Uchiha Prodigy, except for the young man himself. Would Izumi ever confess to him, you might ask? The answer to that is yes, but she would do it when the moment was right.

Why was all of this happening? Why Itachi? Why him of all people?

After losing her own Father to the Nine Tails years ago, she knew the pain of burying a parent. To this day, the harrowing scene of the man she loved most in the world dying haunted her mind. The way he collapsed to his knees in front of her, blood spilled from his mouth, and he took his very last breath. That same scene that unlocked her Sharingan, the ‘curse of the Uchiha Clan’.

She sighed as she carried a tea cup and saucer filled nearly to the brim with green tea, his favourite, towards Itachi’s room. As she entered and saw said man sitting up, her brows furrowed.

“Itachi Uchiha… What have I told you about moving too much? I understand that you want to get up and go about your days like usual, but you need to allow your body to rest, okay?”

She placed the saucer and cup down on Itachi’s bed-side table and sat herself on the edge of the mattress, locking eyes with him and offering him a gentle smile.

“Need I remind you that I’m here for you? Whatever you need and however long you need me for, I’ll be here. We’ll get through this together, I promise you.”

She swallowed the nervous lump in her throat and reached over to place her small, pale hand on top of his larger, warmer one. He felt so welcoming, like she was home with him. These last few days taking care of him had been… A rollercoaster of emotions. Sadness, anger, hopelessness, she felt all of these things. But, seeing how much Itachi relied on her gave her a purpose. And not that she’d ever tell, but she truly adored helping Itachi eat and tucking him into bed of a nighttime. It was a routine that she knew would come to an end as soon as the male Uchiha had recovered, but she was going to enjoy it for as long as she could.

Izumi blinked a few times, mentally slapping herself for being so foolish.

“Think, Izumi. Think!” Her inner monologue practically shouted at her as she reached for Keitaro’s hands and guided them towards her body.

“Here, I’ll put your hands on my shoulders and you can turn me around when you’re ready.”

She hummed happily once his hands were securely on her shoulders, a shy smile tugging on her lips.

This was a whole new experience for the female Uchiha. If her Mother knew that she was at a bath-house with a complete stranger, she would lose her mind, even though Izumi was an adult. Her Mother was strict, to say the least, and still acted as if her daughter was a mere child. Alas, Izumi did her own thing and was authentically herself. And right now, she was captivated by the kind-natured samurai in his birthday suit standing behind her.

She swallowed nervously and pulled herself off of Keitaro’s noticeably warm body before clearing her throat.

“I was in the Third Division, where shinobi and samurai alike who focused on close to mid-range combat were preferred. Kakashi Hatake was our leader…”

She tapped the samurai’s shoulder and turned herself around, her back facing him.

“… You’re all done! My turn, please!”

She dipped her fingertips into the water and swept her hand back and forth, creating small waves as pictures of the Ninja War flashed in her mind.

“It was… Intense. I’m glad that I was put to use, but… I wish that the fighting didn’t have to happen.”

Izumi tilted her head in slight confusion, unaware of how erotic her words had sounded.

“T-tease? Me?”

Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his lips linger near her ear and plant a kiss to the sensitive skin of her neck. A shiver ran down her spine at his electric touch, forcing her body against his. Skin to skin.

“W-well, you are… Very handsome and you have an especially kind heart. So, to answer your question… I-I would have to say yes, Keitaro.”

She inhaled deeply, wondering exactly what the samurai, as well as herself, was thinking. Was he attracted to her too, even if he couldn’t see her? Why was she so fascinated by him? Why did she want to get closer? It was like her body was reacting faster than her brain, which is not ideal for a shinobi. In the moment, though, Izumi didn’t care.

Izumi blinked a few times, mentally slapping herself for being so foolish.

“Think, Izumi. Think!” Her inner monologue practically shouted at her as she reached for Keitaro’s hands and guided them towards her body.

“Here, I’ll put your hands on my shoulders and you can turn me around when you’re ready.”

She hummed happily once his hands were securely on her shoulders, a shy smile tugging on her lips.

This was a whole new experience for the female Uchiha. If her Mother knew that she was at a bath-house with a complete stranger, she would lose her mind, even though Izumi was an adult. Her Mother was strict, to say the least, and still acted as if her daughter was a mere child. Alas, Izumi did her own thing and was authentically herself. And right now, she was captivated by the kind-natured samurai in his birthday suit standing behind her.

Izumi squeaked at the feeling of 𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒌, and she instinctively places her hands on Keitaro’s chest, the pads of her fingers delicately tracing the 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒔 embedded into his skin.

“K-Keitaro…”

For once in her life, the Uchiha was speechless. There was hardly ever a time where she couldn’t speak her truth or have her feelings known. But this 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓, was stirring up feelings and thoughts that Izumi was unfamiliar with.

Without a second thought, she hooked her arms around the samurai’s neck and pressed her lips against his, her eyes fluttering to a close.

Izumi tilted her head in slight confusion, unaware of how erotic her words had sounded.

“T-tease? Me?”

Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his lips linger near her ear and plant a kiss to the sensitive skin of her neck. A shiver ran down her spine at his electric touch, forcing her body against his. Skin to skin.

“W-well, you are… Very handsome and you have an especially kind heart. So, to answer your question… I-I would have to say yes, Keitaro.”

She inhaled deeply, wondering exactly what the samurai, as well as herself, was thinking. Was he attracted to her too, even if he couldn’t see her? Why was she so fascinated by him? Why did she want to get closer? It was like her body was reacting faster than her brain, which is not ideal for a shinobi. In the moment, though, Izumi didn’t care.

The unfamiliar sensation of his finger inside of her caught her off-guard, a soft gasp escaping her lips as Keitaro shifted back to his previous actions on her neck.

Considering the fact that she had zero experience with love-making, Izumi was stuck on what she could do for him. Until, her fingertips accidentally grazed something… Hard.

With a puzzled expression on her face, she peeked down at what her hand had stumbled across and-

“Woah-- Is that… Gonna fit?”

She asked him with such sweet innocence and a tad bit of worry in her voice.

A loving smile tugged at her lips as she listened to Keitaro’s words. He was 𝒔𝒐 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒇𝒖𝒍. The perfect gentleman in Izumi’s eyes.

She placed her hand on top of his much larger and warmer one and stared into his 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒚, 𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓-𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒔, her own onyx ones sparkling with happy tears.

“You’re right, Keitaro. I want to live my life and do the things that I want to do. I want to serve the Hidden Leaf for as long as I can, fall in love, get married and eventually become a Mother. That is my wish.”

With her free hand, she ran her fingertips tenderly down her bath-mates chest and stomach, coming to a halt just above his groin.

“Can we… Please keep going? I want to… I want to do this. I trust you.”

She returned the kiss and beamed gratefully up at him, an overwhelming feeling of joyfulness and love washing over her. She knew that she was in good hands with Keitaro.

“How about I… Do this….?”

Izumi wrapped her small, thin fingers around his length and gave it a few gentle strokes, testing the waters and peeking up at him through her dark eyelashes for a reaction to her touch.

“Does this… Feel good?”

The unfamiliar sensation of his finger inside of her caught her off-guard, a soft gasp escaping her lips as Keitaro shifted back to his previous actions on her neck.

Considering the fact that she had zero experience with love-making, Izumi was stuck on what she could do for him. Until, her fingertips accidentally grazed something… Hard.

With a puzzled expression on her face, she peeked down at what her hand had stumbled across and-

“Woah-- Is that… Gonna fit?”

She asked him with such sweet innocence and a tad bit of worry in her voice.

“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?”

So stubborn, and so incredibly smart. Those were merely two characteristics that she adored about Itachi. Being stubborn meant that he would not back down if someone or something challenged him or his beliefs. A more than desirable trait. Although, a mind like that could also get Itachi into trouble. That is where Izumi comes into play, to keep him grounded, so to speak.

Her heart throbs at the mention of her deceased Father, the memory of his death flashing in her mind. As traumatising as her Father’s death was to her, she shakes the thought from her mind and focuses on the Uchiha Prodigy who lost not only one, but both parents. This was not about her. This was about him, the one person she loved and admired dearly.

“I suppose we could do that… But first, I would like you to at least have a sip of my special green tea.”

Glancing at their connected hands, a faint crimson paints her cheeks and the pad of her thumb tenderly caresses Itachi’s knuckles. Oh, how she wished they could hold hands like this more often, just as they once did as children.

“O-okay-- I believe that the laundry should be completely dry by now. You stay here and I’ll bring it inside.”

With that said, the female Uchiha exits Itachi’s bedroom, retrieves a laundry basket and fills it to the brim with all of the fresh, sun-dried clothes that were hung out earlier that morning. Humming to herself, she strolls back into the household and ends up right back in Itachi’s bedroom.

“I fold, you put away. How does that sound, Ita?”

A genuine smile that meets her eyes appears on her features as she sorts through the clothes, joyous that she could help her crush feel useful. As much as she would rather him just rest, something as simple as putting away laundry shouldn’t do him much harm.

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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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?"

“What a coincidence! I, also, have nothing to do!”

Izumi grinned and sat cross-legged next to the female Uzumaki.

“How about we do something together? Hm? Being around Shisui and Itachi is fun, but I like to have a bit of girl time every now and then! You know what I mean?”

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Karin physically cringed at the dad joke turning on her side. "If you must know. I've got nothing to do and I hate it." She clarified.

“You could say that I need something, yeah…”

Izumi twiddled her thumbs as she attempted to figure out a way to ask the silver-haired man what she wanted.

“I’ve been catching up on my romance novels, and I was wondering if maybe… You could tell me about this one that you read? Please?”

She pointed at the book resting beside Kakashi’s body and shyly rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet.

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"Hm?" Kakashi slowly opened his eyes to see the young lady. "Yes? Did you need something?"