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day 13 - tamamo no mae
so with that sacred rock supposedly holding tamamo-no-mae splitting, here’s a fox-demoness sakura and her victim, folklorist shisui uchiha
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(if someone actually takes this idea and writes something for it, please message me bc i’d totally wanna read it 😜)
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A small comic! I hope you love school au🥰
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33 itasaku (kiss drabble)
33. An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it.
Oooo! Here we go!! (Mostly fluff with no plot, but hey its a drabble)
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Sakura fists her hands in her hair and lets out a frustrated groan.
“This is impossible. There is no way we can get both sides to agree.” She glances at the clock, blinking a few times to clear her vision. 4:45 am. Kami, they’d been at this all night.
Itachi hums across the desk, pressing long fingers into his temple. He has shed his Hokage’s robe hours ago. It hangs across the chair back behind him, a stark contrast to his dark hair. That too has been swept up into a bun, more casual than she’d ever seen. He looks as tired as she feels. From the darkening circles under his eyes to the way he kept squinting as he leafed through the documents littering his desk. She really should get him glasses. If he’d let her. But it’d be a shame to hide such pretty eyes behind them.
And those kind of distracted thoughts were probably why it had taken her this long to come up with some kind of solution. She scolds herself, trying to refocus.
“Kami, I wish Shikamaru were here,” She mumbles. He may be more of the tactile advisor of the pair, but he was still very, very good with political matters.
“He won’t be back from Suna until the day after tomorrow.” Itachi reminds her. This time, he slips his eyes closed, pressing fingers into the ducts, “And we need this matter settled by morning.”
“It is morning,” She pouts, slumping over and straightening a stack of folders compulsively. There’s a long moment of silence, both either thinking or spacing out.
The sound of him straightening in his chair draws her gaze again. His eyes have sharpened, the same way a cat watches its prey before pouncing. But they are trained directly on her. Its unsettling. She sits up a little straighter as well.
“What is it?”
“Shikamaru is in Suna discussing terms for .. “ he stands up, walking around to her side of the desk and rifeling through the pile of folder was straightening, “...this proposal, correct?”
He opens the file and sets it out in front of her, pointing to a paragraph that had been highlighted several times and circled in red.
“Yes,” she says slowly, trying to see where he was going with this.
“What if we pull out of this deal completely, instead coordinating with both Iron and Wave to take our place instead?” He turns back to her and again his eyes are alight with the thrill of finding an answer to an impossible problem. Despite what he may say, Sakura knows he likes this part of the job.
His excitement is catching and Sakura feels a second wind take over her. She stands, angling herself next to him to lean over the documents. Her shoulder bumps his, but she doesn’t care.
“Its not like we really need this deal anyway,” Her speech speeds up with each word, the idea catching momentum in her head.
“Right, if anything its simply a courtesy for Suna.”
“But the other nations, they’d really benefit.” Sakura grins up at him, “And they are definitely more willing to negotiate with Gaara than with you.”
Itachi shoots her a mock offended look that only lasts a moment. “Also very true.”
She bumps her arm against his and laughs, “You know what I mean.” Then she flips the file to the next page, eyes searching for a different passage.
“And with we adjust these here,” she starts to cross off a few words and scribble in the margins.
“Wait-,” his warm fingers brush hers, taking the pencil out of her grasp. He erases the last few words and finishes in letters penned much more elegantly than Sakura’s chicken scratch.
“This is brilliant!” Sakura laughs, turning her face up to his. He gives her a rare smile, and this close she swears time slows down. His eyes are still shining and his lashes dust over his high cheeks. But more than anything, his face is lit up with such a sharp intelligence and joy, she can’t help but be extremely proud of him. He was brilliant and inspiring and persistent and handsome.
Suddenly Sakura feels so caught up in him and this feeling a shade off from admiration, she can hardly breath. Her heart pounds in her chest and something electric zings through her veins with each beat, urging her to lean into him. She does.
Sakura quickly closes the few inches between them and presses her soft lips to his with the confidence and familiarity as if she’d done it hundreds of times before.
Pulling back, her smile widens and she couldn’t imagine ever feeling more right than this moment. Until her eyes slide open and she sees is thousand yard stare looking right through her. His smile is gone, like she’d stolen it off his face, which is now blank. Shocked. He doesn’t move an inch.
Oh.
She kissed him. Her friend. Her boss. Her Hokage. She kissed the Hokage.
“Sorry.” What else was she supposed to say? “I didn’t - that was an accident.”
Right, believable. She accidentally leaned forward at just the right angle to do kiss him. Right.
He still hasn’t moved, eyes looking right past her. She squirms.
If Sakura had learned anything in her life as a shinobi, it was when to retreat. Now was that time.
“You know what, I’ll just take these back to my place and finish drafting them up,” She starts, quickly turning to close the folder and gather the other across the desk, “then have them on your desk tomorrow morning before you get here. You can message Shikamaru to give the heads up and well go from there.”
Kami, what had she been thinking? They spent a lot of time cramped in this office, sure, but its not like they’d ever flirted. She doubted Itachi even knew how to flirt. He’d only been professional, which she really appreciated after the sexist comments some of her coworkers - including Shikamaru sometimes - were fond of making. Then the first time he’d smiled, like that at her she suddenly just lost it. How? She shakes her head. She knows how, just didn’t want to admit it.
Since the first day working with him, Sakura was steadily falling more and more for him. Well any chance of that working out was no doubt over now.
Sakura clutches the folders to her chest, stealing herself before turning back to see if he’d heard a word she said. His brows are furrowed the exact same way he’d been trying to dissect this political issue. Only this time, he was trying to dissect her. She swallows. At this point, if she could still keep her job she’d be lucky.
“I’m sorry,” she pleads again, barely a whisper. Anything more and he might snap, she worries. “I know I crossed a line and I swear I didn’t mean to-”
His eyes regain some sharpness, making her feel like the prey now, and they settle to watch her mouth as she speaks, “to do that. Its just late and I must be sleep deprived and not thinking...”
As his fingers brush under her chin, she trails off, breathless for the second time this evening. He takes his sweet time bringing his face to hers, unlike her hurried kiss. This time, his lips are soft against hers pliant ones. The tentative brush is experimental, sampling her once, then slanting again, twice.
He peers down under his long lashes, eyes spinning into red. Oh wow. He was so beautiful with that look. Her chest is heaving now, trying to keep her emotions in check and not willing to risk kissing him again. Knowing if she moves an inch she will.
She feels a tug on the folders in her hands as Itachi pulls them from her. The slap of them hitting his desk is unnaturally loud in the silent room. Then a tug on her waist has her stepping closer and closer until she’s flush against him. To her surprise his chest is rising and falling just as quickly as hers.
His Sharingan drags across her face one last time and his fingers brush over her warms cheeks, before tucking strands of hair behind her ear and settling over the nape of her neck.
“Itachi?”
There. His focuses back to her jade eyes and gives away that he’s found whatever answer he was looking for. Only this time, instead of lighting up, he eyes darken with desire for her.
Her whole body warms and she presses closer into him as he dips down to capture her lips, shifting deeper this time. His hand is searing through her shirt at her hip, a sensation forgotten completely as he threads fingers through her hair and urging her to move with him. She loses track of how many times she complies. She lose track of everything and melts under him, so afraid she’ll sink down that she loops her arms around his neck.
The plans are forgotten as he guides her back against the desk. Her folders disregarded as he lifts her to the edge. The whole village still sleeping as Sakura and Itachi lose themselves in each other and steal a few moments to themselves before the sun begins to rise.
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“ and if he came back, would you go with him? “ - Shikasaku
"And if he came back, would you go with him?"
Shikamaru had never raised his voice to her. Ever. Not in true anger. It was so harsh, she tensed and took a step back. Reteating.
Worse than the anger though was his eyes, showing his bleeding heart. She wondered if she really did love, because she felt part of her heart breaking as well. No, it was just empathy, for she had been on the other side of this so many times.
Yes, if Sasuke came back and asked her to come with him, she'd go. She'd leave Shikamaru after almost 3 years of being with him. Even though he tried so hard, treated her so well. Even though she wanted to love him, because he was good for her in every way, she just didn't. Her heart was full of only one person - Sasuke. And he hadn't even blinked the last time he'd turned down her offer to join him in travel.
"It doesn't matter. He's not coming back, and he wouldn't take me with him even if he did." She respected Shikamaru too much to overtly lie, but she cared for him too much to say the words explicitly.
"But you'd want to." He grit out, "That's the point. If he came back and asked, no matter when or where you were or what we were" - She winced - "you'd go."
She didn't say anything, but felt her eyes sting as she balled her hands into fists.
"Stop speaking in hypotheticals. I'm here with you and that's all that matters."
"No its not."
"You're being unfair. You're cornering me to say what you want to hear."
"Do you even really love me?" He throws out between them like a bomb tag.
She takes just a breath too long to answer and his eyes go flat, his firey rage cooling to something darker.
"I want to be with you." She insists, snaking around his questions, but he's too smart for these tactics. He's already seen the answer on her face.
"I've been here for you, not him." He's not yelling anymore and somehow that's worse. His face is full of distain and it turns her stomach. "I was the one there for you when Tsunade retired and left you the hospital. I was the one who was there for you when you didn't think you could do it. I held you when you cried the day Tsunade left and and I held you when we learned she wasn't coming back."
She'd taken another few steps back, one arm coming in front of her to hold the other. Warm tears slid silently down her face.
"I was the one who looked after you and made sure you ate and slept when you were working 18 hour days trying to run the place and I listened to you whenever you needed to talk or vent or advice. I was the one who loved you every day since you saved my pathetic life in the war. Me. And you still can't -"
He seemed to catch his words before they got completely away from him, his jaw flexing with the effort to keep them in. Even though he shouldnt, he loved her too much to hurt her. Even when it would be so easy.
"I knew." He continues, "That's the worst part about this. Somehow I always knew I'd never be good enough for you. I knew I'd always be living in his goddamn shadow. But that night you kissed me - do you remember that? - on the 2nd anniversary of my father's death, when I told you how much I missed him and how afraid I was to try and fill his shoes. I told you everything, things I hadn't even told Choji or Ino, and then you kissed me and I thought maybe I was enough. Maybe you could return my feelings."
Sakura couldn't look at him. Her eyes screwed shut and she choked back sobs as each of his words stabbed her like a dull, rusty kunai.
"But part of me knew. You just felt sorry for me. And you were lonely and I was just there, right? It was just nice to be loved, wasn't it? I knew and I still hoped anyway." He scoffed to himself. "Some genius I am."
She can hear his foot steps, coming toward her, toward the door behind her. It doesn't make sense, but her body is crying out to run to him. To hold him in her arms and make all of this go away like he had done for her so many times. And she hated herself so much that even though everything he had just said was true, she still wanted to keep him by her side. Wanted to sooth him and fix him and keep him with her so she wouldn't have to be alone.
When he reached her, brushing past, she found her arm shooting out to his, "Wait," she said wrapping her arms around his middle, burying her face into his chest. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry if I hurt you."
He stiffens but doesn't move away.
"I do care about you, Shikamaru. And it kills me that I ever made you feel less than anything. But please-"
She looks up into his unforgiving face.
"Please don't leave me. I-I promise I'll try harder" for what she didn't know "and I wont take you for granted a single day. Please just stay with me.”
She knows desperation is seeping out of her, and it's her own selfishness that is causing her to beg. But wasn't he happy with her before this? Couldn't she be enough too?
"We we're happy together, weren't we? We can go back to the way it was before all this. We can still be happy." She tries.
His face crumples. She wonders if he's reliving all those wonderful moments they'd shared. The kisses, the laughs, the quiet moments of comfort, sleeping together, living together. He looks like maybe he'll give in, like it's killing him to keep his arms hovering at her sides, inches away from touching, and to not sink into her familiar embrace.
He lets out a huff, then his lips are on hers, quick and deep and needy. Like he's trying to fit an entire lifetime into this one kiss. Like he's saying goodbye.
He pulls back, looking steadier than before and Sakuras heart sinks. Even as she knows setting himself free would be the best thing in the world for him.
"Please." She whispers one more time.
But he steps back, once, twice, his eyes searing into her one final image. Then he's had as much as he can take.
"Goodbye, Sakura."
And he strides through the door and out of the false home Sakura had created for them both. No - that Shikamaru had created for her.
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ShikaSaku Week Hanami 2023
🦌 🌸 ShikaSaku lovers, shippers and supporters, the team here at ShikaSaku Week is absolutely delighted to welcome you to the 10th edition of our bi-annual celebration of our favourite Brains & Brawn™ couple!
We can't believe it's been 10 editions of ShikaSaku Week already!! What the hell, when did we get this old? Thank you so much to everyone who has been participating over the years. We have no intention of stopping and it is such a pleasure to come back to this year after year, week after week. Welcome back once more to our little shipping event ♥
It’s with great pleasure that we present ShikaSaku Week Hanami 2023! 🌸 🦌
— The Rules
• you can post anywhere! Tumblr, AO3, FF.net, DA, Instagram, Twitter, Pillowfort, go wild!
• if you’re posting outside of tumblr, please send us a link to the fanwork so we can add it to the masterpost
• tag it with #shikasakuweek or @shikasaku-week to help us find it on tumblr
• the only requirement is for ShikaSaku to be the main pairing in your fanwork. It can be a fic, a fanart, a fanvid, a gifset, an edit, it’s up to you!
• if you have any questions, feel free to message us or refer back to our FAQ page
When: March 28th - April 4th, 2023
Please, no character bashing. We’re here to create content for our ship, not ruin other people’s day.
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Your works are to be inspired by the sentence prompt and the overall theme.
— The Prompts
theme: together at last // what a relief, you and I
DAY ONE
(don't) hug me, stay away (come closer)
AO3 tag: Non-Sexual Intimacy or Touch-Starved Character(s)
DAY TWO
birth and rebirth (we're here, still alive)
AO3 tag: Post-4th Shinobi War or Kid Fic
DAY THREE
trauma passed down onto the next generation like second-hand socks, always mismatched
AO3 tag: PTSD or Recovery
DAY FOUR
frozen lakes, heartcicles
AO3 tag: Character Study or Curtain Fic
DAY FIVE
if gods are laughing, the joke is not evident
AO3 tag: Angst or Misunderstandings
DAY SIX
(turn the light on) night’s almost here
AO3 tag: Literal Sleeping Together or Hurt/Comfort
DAY SEVEN
firmament/finality
AO3 tag: Aged-Up Character(s) or Time-Travel
DAY EIGHT (bonus day)
free day or
remix challenge
If you’re interested in the remix challenge and didn’t participate in it last edition, here’s a quick explanation: basically, you browse through the masterposts of the previous weeks and pick a story or art you like a lot. Then you write/draw an interpretation of that fanwork! Summarize in your head what the core idea of the fanwork you picked is and use that to make your own, based on that same premise. We hope you’ll enjoy yourselves and that you’ll rediscover works from previous years!
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