Izumi X Itachi - Tumblr Posts
This literally just popped up in my Youtube feed and now I’m sobbing into my pizza.😭😭🍕
I have a few secrets, Itachi-kun~! *giggles* It’s interesting that you say that, because I would marry you too~
Hi Itachi!
F*ck, Marry or Kill:
Rin, Izumi and Sakura?
Ah, didn’t know you liked games, Izumi chan. *Smirks teasingly and nods, thinking about it*
I would have sex with Rin san, Marry - you *Blushes at the prospect* unfortunately, it’s Sakura I would be killing.
izumi.exe has stopped functioning.
Mi sento come se dovessi lottare a vita per avere qualcosa che in realtà non avrò mai..
“Itachi?”
Her voice was hoarse from the horror that ripped through her vocal cords, so she cleared her throat and moistened her dry lips with her tongue before speaking.
“I’m fine, but… Do you know what happened to my Mom? Are you hurt-?”
Realisation dawned on Izumi once she met Itachi’s gaze… His Mangekyo Sharingan was a dead giveaway that he had something to do with her Mother’s death, and possibly the death of others.
A wave of fear washed over her slim figure as Itachi crept closer to her. Was he going to finish the job? Was he saving her for last because of the crush she had on him? What was going through Itachi’s mind right now?
She wanted to ask him so many more questions, but when she opened her mouth to speak… Nothing came out. The fear had stolen her voice.
-> yandere itachi rp starter ⋆｡°✩ w/ @izumi-uchiha-anon
mod’s note 📝: thank you for your patience, dear izu 🩶 i’ve been telling you i’d write a started i’d write a starter but my schedule didn’t let me T^T finally, i’ve got some time to flesh this out. 🥺🥰
-> there were a few things in life you could never compromise from, whether it be your undeniable morals, or maybe the grotesque way your wishes loom into your heart & deviate from those said morals. itachi was in another such dilemma; on one hand, he had the uchiha clan to annihilate. on the other hand — some selfish bit of him wanted izumi uchiha & sasuke uchiha safe & sound. as safe… and as sound as possible.
the night was deadly, rampant screams echoing in the shell of his ears, blood splashed across his usual pale face, kind eyes radiating a sickly determination to be the leaf’s best bet for avoiding the war.
he succeeded though, and he knew he succeeded when he realizes the haze is over and his senses are finally registering the frail, yet strong woman held princess-style in his arms as he flees the village. itachi had a new life ahead of him, itachi was reborn today. it was upto izumi, who was sleeping so solemnly against his chest to decide if she would accept him as is, or be given no choice but to…
“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.
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?”