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[kinslain]

@zealctry said:

“ You Suck, so Leave or Die ; whoa, someone sure has a way with words, huh, Red Eyes? charming. ”

“I did not say that.” Not word for word, but the gist is the same, he concedes with an internal grimace. Here lies the stark truth about the Uchiha prodigy’s limitations: while he's adept at ninjutsu and killing, he has yet to master the art of peaceful negotiation. In the dance of transactions, both parties should depart with something worthwhile. Yet, worth is a matter of perspective, and Itachi finds no reason to yield to another’s demands. Why bend to another’s interests when he can assert his will and simply take what he wants? People-pleasing is not within him; he cannot force smiles and spit mindless pleasantries. He is not Shisui.

The bigger picture, outside his own fatal trajectory, continues to elude him. Red eyes, once distant, refocus and finally shift to Hidan. “I’ll leave it to you next time.”

#.answered #zealctry #itachi vc: #i tried #narrator voice: #he did not try

[kinslain]

i think itachi is the type of guy who tells everyone "we should attempt to solve things peacefully before we resort to violence" and then turns to the other guy and instead of, like, negotiation or compromise or even a how-do-you-do , he's just like: "you should give up. your moral stance is self-contradictory and you lack the spine to defend it. both your spirit and jutsu are weak and you should crawl back to your home. leave or die" and then he's annoyed when it turns into a fight

#.outofchakra #why is he like this

[kinslain]

Itachi heard two words. Two words and his life’s priorities shifted. Two words and his world turned upside down. Uchiha children.

In the streets of Konoha, most knew better than to obstruct his path, for his visage held tales of unspeakable torment, daring anyone to challenge his course. Friends and colleagues, both ANBU and Jounin, step aside when faced with his burning eyes. Yet, one figure stands defiantly before him: Yakushi Kabuto.

The only reason Itachi pauses is because he cannot dismiss the counsel of a man who confronted his demons in izanami and emerged victorious. Kabuto isn't someone he mistrusts; to distrust him would be to distrust the very power of his clan's technique. So he listens, even if Kabuto's words pierce.

“You are grateful for your second chance, yet you will deny me mine?” Itachi gestures toward the closed doors, concealing the bundle of hopes and dreams within the orphanage room. To him, they are more than just children; they embody the legacy of his clan.

“I am not my father. I have no intention of honing them to use as weapons. Nor am I Konoha.” His mouth flattens, displeasure deepening the lines on his face. “What if Konoha decides these children owe a debt? What if the village decides to put them to use? Do you think they ever be free to live as civilians, while bearing the name ‘Uchiha’ and the weight of the Sharingan?” No one had let Itachi Uchiha simply be. “Will you keep them safe? Will you refuse the village? On what authority? They are not yours. They are simply under your care for an unspecified amount of time.” 

Itachi’s eyes fix on Kabuto, seeking guidance. How does he protect them, make them his own, amidst a precarious world of wars and loyalties?

“Tell me what I need to do.”

@kinslain​ 

He fakes a smile at them, despite him wanting to at least let the sides of his mouth stretch and his teeth form, “Itachi Uchiha. If this is how you want to go about things that involve the children and who gets custody of them, then we need to have a serious talk.” 

“As grateful as I am for you sparing and saving my life in the past, but the children had come a long way from their old life with their thankfully deceased abusive father who I am trying to help them recover from the traumatic experience from it.  And the last thing they need is to go to someone who doesn’t have a proper income to support or feed all of them or worst. Raise them to become weapons or be put to work because their “relative” says so.” 

#.verse//eternal anbu #im sorry this got long #also sorry for the delay #help him kabuto #or throw him out

[kinslain]

— Louise Glück, from “Inferno.”

#.musings

[kinslain]

Blood, sweat and tears

#.visuals/itachi #oh

[kinslain]

@randomcrowsummon said:

Caw! Caw!

Amidst the charged atmosphere, Itachi stands, the embodiment of poised anticipation. The winds dance around him, his cloak swaying to the cadence of a tranquil breeze. His senses stretch, tracing an unseen terrain.

A boundless blue canvas stretches above, and despite the dimming light in his eyes, he peers into the vastness, seeking a familiar spectre. A tingling ripple creeps along the nape of his neck when he picks out a black, steadily approaching blur amongst the sky. 

Instinct guides his hand as he extends an arm in silent welcome.

#.answered #.verse//undecided #im sorry this took forever #things kept popping up #i am playing #whack a mole #with the number of things #that keep popping up

[kinslain]

@sharkfinx said:

" (....) and now they even have their own's shinobi's school. Good to know that the kenjutsu tradition is still kept intact, nee." During his babbling of Kiri's news he heard from Suigetsu, Kisame cautiously peels an apple with a knife, eating immediately the crunchy skin as he do. Now the slices, he picks one with a fork and turns to his side. Holding it out for Itachi. "All the gennins get an short katana at start and change it as they see fit. Just like when I was a kid."

In the delicate dance of quirks and idiosyncrasies, Itachi watches Kisame opt for the apple’s skin over the flesh, an eyebrow raised in puzzlement. Then again, this is the same man who eats frozen vegetables like popcorn. Obligingly, he leans in when the offering reaches his mouth, sinking his teeth into the crisp, pale flesh. A symphony of sweetness erupts along his tastebuds, juices dribbling down his chin, the fork, and Kisame’s hand.

Itachi's gaze narrows, fixated on the droplet’s descent. Without hesitation, he chases the path of the delectable nectar; tongue trailing along the cool metal, and swiping straight across Kisame’s knuckles. Task accomplished, he leans back, awaiting another slice.

“It’s fitting that Kiri continues its traditions of raising swordsmen, wouldn't you agree?” A pause. “And what about Suigetsu? Has he settled down yet, or is he still performing questionable DNA tests?”

#.answered #.verse//eternal anbu #ignore the slashed headband #i cba to edit #the whiplash i got #writing this #and the last one

[kinslain]

@sharkfinx said:

His partner did complain ALOT about being too tired many times before, it was a bridge to ask for favors that he never would openly admit. Too dry outside—he wants cold tea. It's too hot—he needs to be fanned. Some of those he just overlooked or took as a joke; even forgot for their business-relationship's sake.

But "Too tired to shower?" that was a new one. He couldn't answer right away—those black eyes staring at him as if he was doing something completely mundane as ordering a cake.

How could he even refuse? His answer was to undress—and lock the door behind them.

"Eehh? What? Something wrong?" Kisame sat behind him. Fingers that finished massaging the rest of shampoo from their black hair now had adventured lower. Tracing, massaging as his eyes followed their back and palms of hand now laid down over their chest." I see you're not too tired to complain, nee. Itachi san ~"

When he told Kisame he was too tired for a shower, he didn’t expect his partner to take it upon himself to ensure he had one. Itachi waits for the other sandal to drop, expecting a punchline to what is an obvious joke any minute now. It never comes. There is no flood of cold water tossed over his head, no rough handling. In fact, Itachi would go as far as to say Kisame has taken special consideration to ensure the water temperature is just right. And his hands, large and calloused, are nothing short of gentle.

Amused, Itachi allows his partner to untangle his hair, head rolling forward as tense muscles relax. Mind drifting, his gaze locks on the foaming water pooling around his feet, and belatedly he notices the spinning tomoe in his eyes.

Suddenly, he straightens as if snapping awake, yet everything remains the same. Except the person scrubbing his back.

“Close your eyes, Itachi. One, two, three-” An obedient child, he does as he’s told. Tepid water streams through his hair and over his face as his mother washes the suds from his body. Although he’s squeaky clean, angry red grazes remain on his knees. A reminder of an earlier training session.

There’s splashing to the side, from the tub. It’s Sasuke, who has made it his personal mission to flood the entire bathroom, much to Mikoto’s chagrin. Itachi wants to look, but his eyes remain fixed on the puddle by his feet, captivated by the ever-expanding ripples caused by each drop from his skin. An endless cycle of motion, much like the memories echoing in his mind.

Beyond the bathroom’s walls, there are voices. No, a radio. His father’s favourite song begins, and the volume rises for the 3 minutes it’s on air. Fugaku has always liked classical music. 

“Itachi, keep an eye on Sasuke. I need to check on dinner.” A simple request, but Itachi has no control over his limbs.

I can’t.

The words lodge in his throat, refusing to be released. His head feels like an anchor; heavy, weighted, unable to swivel and fulfil his duty. How can he look after Sasuke when he can’t even break free from his own restraints? There are no answers, only an echo of ‘I can’t’ reverberating in the chambers of his head.

I can’t I can’t I can’t-

Startled back to the present with a gasp, Itachi immediately notes his unmarked knees. An uncomfortable sensation tightens around his heart, and he instinctively tries to alleviate the pressure by clawing at the area. It takes a moment to realise he has been tearing at Kisame’s hand.

“I’m sorry. I can take it from here.” His shoulders feel stiff and Itachi turns his head to look to the side, at the empty bathtub. “Don’t you have to-” Finish dinner? “-check on the perimeter seals?” 

#.answered #.verse//akatsuki #he crashed #HE CRASHED #im sorry u have 2 deal #with this mess of a man #kisame #u deserve better lol

[kinslain]

Shibari Ki/same under cut lol

Keep reading

#. visuals/kisame #.nsft #itachi.exe has stopped working #listen listen #i must have this here #for reasons #look at how big he is #what to grab #where to even begin

[kinslain]

what does your heart look like?

molten lava and charred flesh

Your heart burned so fiercely that it burnt itself out, leaving horrible scars in its wake; scars inside your chest and on the hands of those who touched you, the hearts of anyone who got close enough to connect to yours. The person you are now is no longer recognizable, burnt up by your own anger and passion and love. The injuries can never be fully erased, but they can be soothed with time and trust and forgiveness.

#.outofchakra #dash games #welp

[kinslain]

doing a quiz and well

#.outofchakra

[kinslain]

@sharkfinx asked:

"You seem tired, Itachi san. What's the rush?" taps his own lap "Isn't like Boss will know we finished the mission without we notifying him, nee."

Itachi’s immediate and stubborn retort of ‘I’m not tired’ stills in the back of his throat as he casts an analytical gaze over his partner’s colossal form. Outwardly, Kisame appears unscathed, a blank canvas unmarked by the sharp brushstrokes of battle. But what about inwardly? Some wounds cut deeper than what’s visible to the mortal eye. Some simply fester, never having seen the light of day. 

Itachi moves forward, his steps a tentative cadence, until knees collide gently with Kisame’s own. A resigned sigh escapes his lips; the exhalation of a man surrendering to the inevitable. With a gentle hand, he brushes the faintest whisper of a caress through dark blue hair. Whether the touch offers solace to Kisame, or whether he’s seeking it for himself: he doesn’t know. 

Decision finally made, Itachi settles himself upon his partner's thighs, perching sideways. The air lies heavy with silent sentiments, unsaid words, unasked questions.

“We should notify him, regardless.” It won’t do for one of the most successful partnerships within the organisation to be caught slacking. But even as the words escape his lips, he leans into Kisame’s warmth, cheek pressing against broad chest. “In a moment,” he amends, allowing himself a second of reprieve, cradled against the fortress of Kisame’s strength.

#.answered #he could've just asked #u aright mate #just like that #instead of #Being Like This #he fit? #he sit

[kinslain]

NOTE 📝 📋 🗒

send me  ‘ NOTE ‘  and i’ll tell you what my muse would write on a note left for yours. 

There's a note over the dinner's table, on the side of a packet of bubblegum.

#.saved #'beloved itachi' he says #i'll get u chocolate filled croissants #he says #will u put the kettl- #no -itachi #jkjk

[kinslain]

#.visuals/itachi

[kinslain]

#.visuals/itachi

[kinslain]

Duende, Tracy K. Smith

#.musings

[kinslain]

@cosmicfunguy asked:

“We invited a new mushroom to inhabit the hideout and we would like your health feedback on it, Itachi-san, since you’re the most sensitive here.”

Itachi should perhaps be more surprised whenever Zetsu’s head breaches the walls or when he sprouts forth like an insidious weed from the ground. He should be, but he isn’t.

“I haven’t noticed any changes,” he murmurs. The truth is, Itachi is burdened by afflictions so all-encompassing that adding one more grievance to his ever-expanding heap of miseries feels superfluous. His health deteriorates relentlessly, day by day, at an alarming pace. It’s an autoimmune disease, a genetic anomaly, untreatable, fatal. In the grand scheme of things, what significance does a mushroom hold? Odds are, he won’t be around long enough to gauge whether removing them and their spores will affect him positively.

“Don’t worry about it.” As he prepares to wave Zetsu off, another, more pressing thought enters his mind. "What do you mean by 'invited'?"

#.answered #wdym invited #did they walk here #or what #itachi can't tell #if they're making him worse #he's already a bag of diseases