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makkoskafanfic · 3 years

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KakuHidan WIP fic teaser

This is part of WIP release March! A KakuHidan one for a change.

This is a Maffia - Modern setting AU but with special powers. I planned to write something like this... oh since I first started to ship KakuHidan some 9 years ago, probably.

The idea came up again as we were rewatching Naruto last year and I got pretty far with it, before we reached the HashiMada arc and of course all the fangirl neurons in my brain got hyperfixated on HashiMada again.

I have almost 10K words written of it, so I hope to continue one day, and not to let it go to waste. This scene is Kakuzu’s and Hidan’s first meeting. As such I would rate it M (or a strong PG13? I don’t really get the ratings) No sexual themes at this point, but there are a bunch of people getting killed, blood, gore, violence and Hidan’s dirty mouth.

Strange to say after this, but I had fun writing this, hope you will enjoy.

Kakuzu secured the Harley and looked at the unassuming building he found at the address he was given. While it wasn’t in the best of neighbourhoods, it certainly wasn’t in the worst Konoha City could offer either. A sign in the window announced it was for sale and the faded advertisement above the door let him know it used to be a barber’s shop. All in all, not where he would imagine some crazed prophet performing his homicidal ritual. Well, his source assured him this was the place - the man knew Kakuzu didn’t take disappointment well, so it was unlikely he’d give him anything but a hundred percent confirmed information.

He walked around the building to a small alley packed with overflowing rubbish bins to find the backdoor. He pushed on it and it gave easily - it wasn’t locked. It opened to a small room that once must have been used by the staff. It was mostly empty now, save for the empty shelves along the walls, a small desk with some old newspapers stacked on it, the large cardboard box underneath it and for the man sitting in an old office chair with one arm broken off. He stood up as Kakuzu entered. He took in his appearance, his leather jacket, his dark jeans, his mid-calf boots, the mask covering the lower half of his face, the biker helmet under his arm and he still somehow came to the wrong conclusion. He was just as tall as Kakuzu and more obviously muscled, which probably gave him a false sense of security.

“Here for a haircut? I’m afraid we’re closed for business.”

“Wouldn’t let you touch my hair,” Kakuzu grumbled. “I’m here for Hidan.”

The man’s eyes cut briefly towards the desk, which told Kakuzu what he needed to know.

“I’ve no idea what you’re talking about.”

“No? I was told I need to come here to praise Lord Jashin and see the wonders he’s capable of.” He was also told some idiotic password that he didn’t bother to remember.

“The show has already started,” the man sneered at him, “no late joiners allowed.”

“That’s a pity,” Kakuzu took the helmet from under his arm, looked at it pensively for a moment, before smiting the man down with it in a lightning fast movement. There was a sickening, wet thump as it crashed the man’s skull. He wiped the blood off, noticing it got dented with annoyance. This mission was already proving to be a headache. At least there was never a complaint from Pein when he added his extra expenses for his damaged accessories.

He pushed the desk and the box out of the way, uncovering a trapdoor on the floor. A narrow staircase led down into darkness.

“A barber shop with a dungeon,” he muttered to himself as he descended. “What a circus.”

The light seeping down through the open trapdoor quickly dimmed completely as he took on the corridor. Always well prepared, he took a small torch from his inner pocket and switched it on. There were a few side doors, but he didn’t bother with them. As he walked down the corridor, the voices coming from behind the door at the end became louder and louder. He pocketed the torch and slid it open.

The people inside didn’t seem to notice his late entry. Kakuzu did a quick count. There were eighteen of them on the floor, plus two on the low stage - a woman tied to a chair, and the man he recognised as Hidan from what Pein had shown him.

First impressions were important and Kakuzu trusted his instincts. Hidan was loud, foul mouthed as he sprouted his religious nonsense and Kakuzu was taken by the deep intuition that he, for his own peace of mind, had to kill this man. He was trouble.

He pushed himself through the small crowd, ignoring the men’s protest that he was blocking the view. Just a few feet away from Hidan he took his time to assess his opponent. He was young, just as Pein’s file said, face smooth, his half-naked body well toned. He seemed physically strong with his lean muscles, but not a match for Kakuzu’s own might of course. He was ranting about his Lord Jashin, something about his eternal gift and punishment of heathens… he was damn noisy. His voice was a deep baritone which could have been pleasant if it was quieter and if he wasn’t working himself towards shrill yelling as he got more and more agitated. The people around Kakuzu didn’t mind though - they were murmuring appreciatively, repeating some of the phrases, like “Hail Lord Jashin”, “Bring death and destruction, oh Lord,” “I swear to murder and destroy in your name”.

Kakuzu knew he was supposed to observe the whole ceremony to see the presumed powers of this preacher for himself, but he wasn’t sure he could stand much more of this. He could just shoot Hidan and see if he died or not. Not quite what Pein wanted, but it would do the job, wouldn’t it?

Hidan's eyes swept the crowd during his speech and Kakuzu made the mistake of meeting them. The dark mass was abruptly cut short. The crowd muttered as their leader fell silent, but Hidan ignored them.

“Looks like we have a heathen, an unbeliever in our midst today!” he glared at Kakuzu, then suddenly laughed, pointing at him. “Kill him my children, let his blood flow freely as it pleases Lord Jashin!”

How the little shit knew instantly, Kakuzu had no time to ponder as the mob closed in on him immediately. Most of them were unarmed, but he spotted a few knives and what looked like a beer bottle broken in half. He kicked the first man who reached him in the stomach so hard he flew away to collide with the edge of the stage. He crumbled to the ground there like a puppet whose strings were cut. That gave him some space to work with.

His opponents were no skilled fighters, so even with their numbers against him, Kakuzu didn’t have a hard time. The magazine of his Sig Sauer held fifteen rounds, almost enough for the whole bunch. Kakuzu never missed a shot - he liked to be effective and he hated anything to go to waste. The rest he took down by bare hands. The men managed to land a few hits, even a couple of stabs, on his arms and chest, which enraged him further. They were ruining a perfectly fine leather jacket.

He took it off and tossed it aside quickly when the last of his attackers fell to the ground with a smashed-in face. Blood was running down his left arm from a long and shallow cut. There were smaller wounds on his chest, though they were easily to ignore.

He looked up at the two people on the stage who didn’t join the fight yet. The woman tied to the chair - unconscious, maybe drugged, so no kind of threat, and the annoying preacher. Hidan didn’t seem to be disturbed by the defeat of his followers. He had a long, sharp pike in his hand - he pointed at Kakuzu with it and he grinned.

“Lord Jashin blessed me with glorious destruction today! All this blood and the corpses! Thank you, Lord Jashin! I’m your forever faithful follower and will sacrifice this son of a bitch to you as well! His blood will seal the sacred…”

“Shut up,” Kakuzu cut into this annoying speech, feeling the beginning of a headache forming behind his brows. “One more word of this nonsense and you’ll end up in so many little pieces even your god wouldn’t be able to tell how you looked originally.”

“How dare you interrupt my prayer, you heathen fucker?!” Hidan shrieked at him. “You’ll die in the most glorious agony!” Like the obviously brainless idiot he was, he charged Kakuzu with a shrill battle-cry of “Lord Jashin”, holding his pike in front of him as if he was some misbegotten knight on a tournament.

Kakuzu waited till the last moment before he stepped to the side, grabbed Hidan’s wrist and yanked it above his head. Despite his cruising grip, the priest didn’t drop his weapon. He went fully berserk, getting caught like this. His shoulder gave a sickening, loud pop as it dislocated, but he didn’t seem to notice the pain. He brought both of his legs up and kicked out, aiming at Kakuzu’s crotch. He managed to turn away slightly, but the impact on his thigh and side was still bruising. He grunted in pain, cursed the little shit under his breath and raised him even higher up from the ground.

Hidan shrieked in indignation and still didn’t let his weapon go. Kakuzu had to give it to him, there was something to be said for his tolerance of pain. He caught the preacher’s free hand as he swung it to claw at his face and took a firm hold on it too. Hidan swore, but was far from giving up.

He bit Kakuzu’s neck in an underhanded move and kicked him in the knees so hard his legs buckled. He allowed them to fall to the ground, pinning Hidan underneath his heavier bulk. He clasped his hands above his head, restraining them and kneeling on his legs to immobilise him fully. The Jashinist screamed vulgarities at him, thrashing wildly as he tried but failed to dislodge Kakuzu.

“Shut. Up” Kakuzu grid out, slightly breathless as he was fighting this utter madman. “You little shit, just stay still for a…”

Hidan spit him in the face, more blood than saliva, barely missing his eye. That did it.

Stitches came loose on the underside of Kakuzu’s wrists, allowing the secret weapon of his body to burst forward.

“What the fuck…” Hidan gasped as the tentacles wrapped themselves around his neck and squeezed. After that only unarticulated, gurgling sounds left his throat.

While Kakuzu found satisfaction in defeating his enemies, he always killed because that was his job or because that was the fastest way to achieve his goals and not because it caused him joy. This time however he found immense pleasure in the sudden silence. It was broken by pathetic, wet, choking sounds only, then not even those as Hidan’s lungs ran out of air. His trashing slowly quieted down, but Kakuzu didn’t let go until the last twitches stopped and Hidan’s eyes - a surprising shade of violet, now that he had the chance to see them from close up - rolled up in their sockets.

He looked quite dead, with the foam in the corner of his open mouth, with his blood everywhere, but Kakuzu checked his pulse before he withdrew his tentacles to be sure. He rolled off from the still body and allowed himself to spread out on his back for a minute. His whole body ached, his clothes were ruined and he was in a foul mood.

“I’ll ask for a pay rise after this,” he muttered to the deadly quiet room. He closed his eyes - only to open them in alarm when he felt movement from next to him. He tried to roll away, but Hidan - magically back from the dead, the pike he never let go throughout his thrashing raised high - was too close. The preacher bore the weapon down, into his heart.

“Take that you rotten bastard,” he cackled and tried to yank the pike free, probably to thrust it through his chest again. Kakuzu grabbed it and didn’t let go. “You can hope they pay well in Hell, but I don’t think Lord Jashin will be kind to a heathen shithead like you! He will torture you for an eternity and reward me, his faithful servant with…”

Kakuzu breathed through the sharp pain, raised his free hand and grabbed his slicked back hair. He sat up and dragged him back, until Hidan didn’t have any other chance but to let his weapon go, if he didn’t want to lose a handful of hair.

“Ouch, ouch, ouch, it hurts you shitty fuck! Let my hair go!”

Kakuzu yanked the metal rod out from his heart, wincing at the pain. He could feel his threads moving under his skin, stitching the gaping would back up. Losing two hearts under a week. Maybe he was getting old.

“You should be busy being dead,” he told the priest. “And as such not concerned about your hair.”

“Fuck you, my hair looks too good to be touched by the likes of you!”

“It’s a horrible dye. This must have been a shithole of a barber shop.”

“As if you are the one to talk! When did you get a cut last time? Never? And what’s with that fucking mask? Is it the flu season or what?”

“Shut up,” Kakuzu said with resignation as he knew now it was in vain.

“You shut up. Why are you not dead, anyway?”

“Because we are both out of luck today.”

He stood up and experimentally let Hidan’s hair go. The priest got to his feet as well, examining him with his head tilted to the side. He then looked around the room, at all the scattered bodies lying around and sighed.

“This was the best mass I ever celebrated,” he said dreamily. “Was I mistaken? Are you sent by Lord Jashin?”

“No,” Kakuzu snorted at this absurdity. “I was sent by the Akatsuki. The Leader heard of your special… ability and wanted me to recruit you to our ranks.”

“What the fuck is the Akatuski?”

Kakuzu looked at him silently, pondering the probability of someone living in Konoha and never hearing about its most powerful criminal organisation. Hidan looked honestly clueless. An immortal idiot. Wonderful.

“A place that would offer someone like you many possibilities. You get jobs done and it will treat you well.”

“I only want to spread the word of Lord Jashin and live to please him.”

“You want people to listen to you? Or you want to kill them? The Akatsuki will help you with both.”

“Are there more people like you?”

“There are some… not ordinary people in the organisation,” Kakuzu said carefully. “Though not quite like me.”

“So only me and you are immortal?” Hidan grinned at him. Kakuzu didn’t contradict him - he wasn’t immortal, just very hard to kill, but he didn’t need to give the advantage of knowing that. It seemed he was being successful in his recruitment. He wasn’t quite convinced it was a good thing. “So what now?”

“I am to present you to our Leader in two days. You’ll come with me, so I can keep an eye on you till then.”

Hidan looked around and shrugged.

“It’s not as if I have any followers alive at the moment. I guess I can go and see that Akatsuki bloke with you. Who are you, by the way?”

“I’m Kakuzu.”

“Kakuzu, ehh? Is that a last name or a first name?”

“It’s a name,” Kakuzu snapped irritably. “You can call me by it.”

“All right then, Ka-ku-zu,” Hidan grinned as he dragged his name out in an inane sing-song. “I’m Hidan.”

“I know,” he sighed with resignation. “Go and grab whatever you need and let’s head out.”

Hidan muttered something about his sacrifice and went to finish the woman off, probably. Kakuzu changed the magazine in his gun and made sure that they left nothing but dead bodies behind. They needed no potential eye witnesses. He didn’t bother with cleaning up though - good luck for anyone who tried to find his fingerprints in any recent databases.

He put on his torn jacket, re-tied his hair in its ponytail and waited impatiently for Hidan. The Jashinist reappeared at last, wearing a hooded coat, but still no shirt and a small backpack.

“I’m ready to embark this new journey Lord Jashin guides me on,” he grinned at him and Kakuzu was quite sure he was just trying to piss him on. He glared at him, but it didn’t intimidate the younger man at all.

“Let’s go then.”

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kakashisavakening · 5 years

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Chapter 1 - Across the Line

Shaking, unsure, fragile. She had to hold onto the door frame when she finally caught a glimpse of Kakashi. Or what remained of the once unabashed Jonin. He was not just mentally broken, but throughout. Sakura covered her mouth to mute the sobs wanting to escape her mouth. She gripped the frame so tightly, her fingertips turned white. The steady beeps of the machines in his room filled the air that was otherwise heavy with silence. Genma was sitting on a chair beside Kakashi's bed, eyes closed. On a table at the end of the bed, Tsunade's notes were scattered, an empty sake bottle tipped over on the right.

Genma slowly opened his eyes and stared at Sakura with a blank expression. There were dark circles under his eyes. It was obvious that he had been by Kakashi from the beginning.

"I thought I made myself clear." - Tsunade's voice filled the silence from behind Sakura. - "If all you do is cry, I have no use for you. Grow up or leave."

"B-but Tsunade-sama!" - Genma's eyes widened, his glance jumping from the Hokage to Sakura and then back. Sakura swallowed her tears, not once breaking her glance from her broken sensei. She wiped off whatever remained on her face and walked over to the lifeless body. Machines pumped the air into his lungs. He couldn't even properly breathe on his own. What a shame - Sakura thought - You have always been so strong, sensei. Always saved me, comforted me... - The image of the sensei grabbing Sasuke and Naruto as they plunged towards each other with the Rasengan and the Chidori in hand flashed before Sakura's eyes. How he smiled at her after the incident was over. And even now, his face was hidden from her. That damn machine.

"I do not need your lectures, Hokage-sama. I am here because you said I am needed. Because he needs me." - She said in a flat voice. Determination took over the shock, anger filled the cracks that the feeling of fragility had caused in her. In that moment, she didn't feel like she was helpless, or behind everybody else in team 7. She was herself. She was Sakura, the person who was needed by her sensei. Genma slowly leaned back into his chair.

"Good." - Tsunade said, and put a new bottle of sake on the table. - "We need to discuss some things. This procedure might not work. You need to know that."

"What are the chances it will work?" - Sakura asked

"I really don't know. If I absolutely had to give you a number, I would say about 26%, not more." - She said and pulled a chair to the desk, looking at the sketches and notes once again. - "But if you agree to this, you might die if he doesn't wake up."

"He risked his life more than once for me... I guess the least I can do is do the same." - Sakura responded and reached for her sensei's hand. His skin was cold to the touch, lacking the familiar warmth she hoped she would find. - "What is my mission, Tsunade-sama? What do I have to do to get him back?"

"You will need to make him remember. Right now, he is stuck in the past. He can't see what happened in the past 20 years of his life. Going in circles, facing Orochimaru and drifting through anbu missions. He doesn't know you exist, or that he was ever a sensei. You need to find him and remind him of who he is now." - Gai was leaning against the wall of the room. He quietly listened to the Fifth as she spoke. Sakura has never seen him this quiet or worried. His eyes were also dark with sleeplessness. He hasn't looked this bad since Lee was facing the operation a couple of years ago. - "But when I send you in, I don't know what will happen to you. If you die there, or if sending you in would even mean he will hear you. It is possible that you would be just a ghost watching him fade away... the reason why I assume so is that I was like that, but since I was conducting the jutsu, I could pull myself out. I won't know when to pull you out and I can only send in one person."

"So why did you chose me for this mission?" - Sakura finally lifted her gaze from Kakashi - "What makes you think I can make him remember?"

"Because he didn't know you until very recently. His subconscious will remember you, and maybe that will pull him through... when or if he wakes up, you will drift back as well." - Tsunade took out a roll of red yarn. - "Do you accept?"

"It was never a question." - Sakura's voice never wavered, even though her inner self was still in pieces, crying on the floor. Tsunade waved at the door and they pushed in another bed. She ordered Sakura to lay down and tied the yarn on her pinky, then the other end was tied to Kakashi's. Sakura turned her head towards him. I will do my best, Kakashi-sensei. I will find you and bring you back, damnit. Don't you die on me. She said. The Fifth was doing a series of hand signs, but she didn't pay attention. Her focus was on the slowly rising and falling chest of Kakashi. How it moved so different from when he was himself. You hear me, Kakashi-sensei? Tsunade finished the hand signs, and Sakura's vision began to blur. Don't you dare, damnit.

As her consciousness slowly drifted away, she reached her hand towards Kakashi's, interlocking their fingers. The three other people in the room quietly watched them for a moment before Tsunade stepped forward to check her vitals. Now, her life and her mind was bound to Kakashi. She won't wake up until he does. This jutsu was the fifth own invention from the Yamanaka body switching technique. It has not been fully tested, because there was nobody to test it on.

It was all up to Sakura now. There was nothing they could do from out here.

"Tsunade-sama..." - Genma sighed - "You are pretty cruel... sacrificing your own student like that. For a mission she cannot win."

"She might.." - She wanted to sound confident, but her tone fell flaccid. It didn't even sound convincing to her, let alone the two Jonins.

"We both know you didn't chose her for the fact that Kakashi only met her in recent years." - Gai added. - "You know how he feels. Are you really going to punish him for finally caring again? After all these years.. he finally cares about someone, and on his death bed you send that person after him?"

"Call it whatever you want, but all I want is for my Copy Ninja to wake up and get better. This isn't the time when I can afford to lose such a valuable asset." - Tsunade checked Sakura's pulse. Despite her words, she was worried for her student. She loved Sakura like a daughter she never had and watching her in such a helpless felt like a tight grip on her heart.

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Sakura woke up not far from the memorial statue, that stood for the fallen shinobi who lost their lives during missions. Front of the statue a man stood, a cat shaped anbu mask covering his face. He might as well have been a statue for he stood so motionless as she observed him.

A mess of silver hair on top of his head, hips bit forward as he leaned a bit back as if leaning against a wall. Something about him was so familiar. Was that Kakashi?

No, it cannot be him - she thought to herself. This boy was barely a couple years older than her, while Kakashi was at least 12 years her elder.

The boy looked up, and their eyes locked. He slowly reached for his mask and as he took it off, a face all too familiar became visible. IT WAS HIM. Well, a version of him. But those eyes weren't the ambitious, confident and caring ones she had remembered. These eyes were cold and empty. Sakura got to her feet and ran towards her sensei. She had called out to him, several times, but he didn't move a muscle. About an arm's length from the statue, she felt like she hit a wall.

Sakura got back up on her feet, and slowly walked closer with her arms stretched out to feel how far she can go. Her fingers eventually touched what he had previously oh-so-gracefully face planted. It was like the membrane of a soap bubble. It gleamed with similar rainbow patterns as well. Sakura looked at Kakashi again, with her hand on this strange thing that separated them. For a second, he moved towards her, but then his hand stopped midair. He shook his head, put the mask back on and began to walk away.

"Kakashi sensei! Come back!"- Sakura shouted. But it was pointless. Despite the fact that Kakashi did see her, he didn't hear her. All he saw was a ghost at the memorial, with a face familiar enough to believe that it must have been a life he had snuffed out. Someone, who has lost her life because of him. Like Rin did... or like Obito. He just didn't want to know any of it. There was already more than enough guilt piled up in his chest. It took every ounce of strength he had to suppress the pain.

Sakura gathered all the strength she could and punched the bubble-wall. She felt two of her knuckles crack. - "Please..." - She whispered. She knew that if Kakashi doesn't listen, and realise where they really are then he will die. And so will she.

After walking up and down by the wall, she came to the conclusion that this thing between them must be some kind of barrier to keep her out of Kakashi's mind... or to keep him out of hers. This was were he ended and she began. This line they couldn't.. or shouldn't cross. Ever since the sensei was assigned to team 7, she admired him wholeheartedly. Now that she saw what the inside of his mind was like, she couldn't help but wonder how he managed to keep this all in... this world where he was all alone, in constant rain and fog. Was this really how he felt all these years?

Sakura had always imagined that he would be a filthy pervert inside, considering all those porn - khm romance - books he read. She imagined that in his mind would be some twisted image of cute girls and something embarrassing, and that's why the sensei kept to himself so much. He never told them anything, so how was she to know that her sensei was in this depression?

She walked and walked until she reached the training grounds where he had put the team to the test for the first time. The middle column, where naruto was tied to was split in half by the barrier. A vision of the past began to play, as if it was cued. On her side, there was Naruto, struggling, trying to get out, while on the other side was a little boy she has never seen. On the ground, a small, silver haired kid sat with his legs crossed, reaching a bite of food for the one tied to the column. That is just like how it happened with us. She thought.

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All he could hope was that whatever this girl would bring wouldn't be too terrible.

She had walked up and down for a while, like a lioness in a cage, but then, with her finger tracing this anomaly she walked away. He couldn't help himself, and followed. He didn't want her to notice him, but was intrigued after he saw her punch something in the air. He saw her fist collide with something that sent ripples of light, dividing them with a vertical surface.

The ghost had arrived at the training grounds where Minato-sensei had tested them. Where his team mates were both alive. As always, the memory began to play, and he felt his heart tearing itself to shreds.

"What do you want from me?" - He said quietly. But the ghost just kept staring at Obito then a boy on her side. Their movements completely mirrored each other.

One memory was in fact his. But was the other hers?

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unquietwordssettledthoughts · 5 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Naruto Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Uchiha Izuna/Uchiha Madara Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Smut, Royalty Summary:

Smut written out of sheer spite for anti-shippers.

There were full days where Madara loathed his position, despite the many advantages and privileges that came with it. When his advisers droned on about situations outside of his control, small details so far from interesting it took all of his self-control not to fidget or groan on his throne. It had been one of those days already, though one would be hard pressed to even call it afternoon yet, and the fact that it had followed the worst night of sleep possibly in his life only made it worse.

Why they thought he needed to know about every speck of dust on their parchments was beyond him. He had to focus on a point above their head, staring at the doors to the throne room, just to keep up the appearance that he cared at all. Yes, the agricultural department had its uses, and yes they were very important uses, but he had named this damned idiot the head of that department for a reason. Crops and plants were a mystery to him, and with the whole kingdom placed on his shoulders he hardly had time to pick up another subject to study.

He was busy keeping himself in check by inwardly reciting all the stuffy, pretentious poetry he’d had to memorize as a child when the throne room doors were thrown open, his right hand storming into the room and giving a sweeping bow once he’d approached the dias.

“Forgive me, my liege, but I have urgent news.” Izuna stood straight once more, not paying any mind to the man he’d interrupted, who was now glancing nervously between Madara and his brother.

‘Urgent news.’ That at least helped Madara stay focused, giving a miniscule frown in thought as he flicked his wrist in gesture for his brother to continue. Either he actually had business with him, or his day might actually get interesting…

“A missive has arrived from a relative. It would be best discussed in private.”

Madara forced himself to sit still for a few moments, to appear unrushed while he considered the suggestion. No matter that he wanted to sag in relief and shudder in delight at the offer, knowing now exactly why his brother was here. They’d done this song and dance enough times for him to know there was no missive, and he would gladly accept such a delicious distraction.

“Leave us.” It was a flippant command, Madara not even bothering to look at anyone in the room. His agricultural advisor would simply have to wait to continue his unnecessary and dull speech, and everyone else waiting to speak with him would have to get over themselves for a good hour or so. The only two he had to say any more than that to were the guards stationed at the side ends of his dias, catching their attention with a tap of one finger against the hard throne arm, jerking his head to tell them to leave as well.

If it had been anyone else requesting to speak with him alone, his guards would have stayed. That’s the only reason he gave them leeway in their hesitance. Soon enough, the final door was shut, the sound echoing off the walls in the quiet around them.

Usually, this would have been when Madara’s mask would break. It might have been many years since Izuna technically had the right to call him brother, having lost the political status that allowed him to be familiar with the king when he’d renounced his own title as a prince. That said, in the few hours they could steal in private, Madara was all too thankful to slip back into the role of being an older brother - someone who could tease and harass with little care, without the weight of thousands of people resting in every word and command he spoke.

It’s the recent revelation of exactly why Izuna was so keen to ‘call upon him’ in such a setting that kept him from doing so then. Gasped pleas in the heat of the moment, unwitting confessions on how his brother loved to serve him - being forced to play the stoic, aloof king might be taxing when it’s demanding of him every second of his life, but Madara’s more than willing to play a little longer if it meant pleasing his little brother.

He let the silence drag on for a minute between them, bored eyes trained on the man standing at attention before him belied by the way his blood rushed hot through his veins. Only when he saw his brother’s eye twitch, a small movement of discomfort or impatience he couldn’t quite tell, did he finally speak, his tone wry and bored and not at all giving away how he was already imagining all the ways his brother could serve him.

“State your business.” He watched the way Izuna shifted his weight at the command, how his shoulders tensed as if he was holding himself back.

“My business is, as always, to serve my king - and, by extension, his kingdom.” Madara raised an expectant eyebrow in lieu of a verbal response, making it understood that his brother should continue. He did so after a short pause, doing exactly what a good subordinate shouldn’t do and looking his king in the eyes as he spoke. “If it would please your highness, I would prove my loyalty to the throne by servicing him.”

Madara leaned back in his seat, acting as if to mull the idea over in his head. They both knew at this point he wouldn’t turn Izuna away, not after clearing the room, not after allowing the offer to stand between them. If he wasn’t in the mood he would’ve shooed him off at the start, would have told him the ‘missive’ could wait until later.

It didn’t matter what they both knew or not. What mattered was the way Izuna’s pupils dilated with interest, how he was clearly struggling not to fidget, and how he loved every reminder that Madara was in control.

He wanted to service his king. Not his brother, not then anyway, and Madara might not have been the best at playing up his position in their intimate encounters but he was all too willing to give it his all. And what better way than to make the impatient brat wait like the good little peon he should be?

“Approach.” He could see how Izuna had to hold himself back at the command, his brother stepping up onto the dias as calmly as one could when they wanted to lurch forward. Madara had to hide a smirk behind his hand, pulling off the motion as he leaned to one side and resting his chin in his palm. When his brother stood but a foot in front of him he drug his gaze unhurriedly down his body, examining him, determining his worth.

Of course, Izuna was more than worthy. Brat he might have been but he was Madara’s brat, and no matter that it went against everything he’d ever been taught Madara would have given the kingdom and more for his little brother.

Flicking his gaze to the floor was all the approval he gave Izuna, expecting him to kneel. When his brother did so with no further instruction it caused an unexpected thrill of power to shudder through him, made erotic by the sight of the man on his knees just for him.

“Do I have permission to touch the king?” Izuna’s tongue darted out to wet his lips, peering up through his eyelashes. All Madara did was give a curt nod in response, forcing himself not to move when his brother did so, not to twitch as those clever hands ran up his inner thighs, nudging them apart to allow Izuna room between them.

He had to swallow when one hand palmed the already growing bulge in his pants, fighting back the impatient noise, the instinct to snap at Izuna to get on with it. Patience was a foreign concept to the both of them when it came to sexual acts, born out of the fear of discovery and Madara’s personal habit of burning too hot too fast no matter what emotion took over him.

But a king is patient if only because he knows those beneath him will follow his command, and Madara knew from years of experience that Izuna would serve him well.

The brat was certainly taking his time, though. Working his belt loose with one hand while the other massaged at his thigh, face so close he could almost feel hot breath on his cock despite the layers between them. Madara’s own hand itched to pull him closer, to tangle itself in hair so like his own and shove him closer to find some relief.

Gods, he was already getting worked up, and his pants hadn’t even been untied yet.

With the ties of his pants loosened, Izuna scooted closer, taking a moment to nuzzle at his still-clothed cock, eyes fluttering closed as he ghosted his lips across the material. Pushing his luck, testing Madara’s patience, whatever one would call such clear teasing it was wearing Madara’s already limited patience even thinner. Imagining those lips currently leaving open-mouthed kisses on his cock stretched around it instead, knowing how good that wet heat felt taking him to the hilt, swallowing around him-

Izuna licked a strip up his shaft, and it was just that side of not enough to make Madara nearly crack.

He only just caught himself in time. Managed to cover the frustrated groan of his brother’s name by tightening his jaw, catching Izuna’s eyes when they peered up at him curiously.

“My patience wears thin, Izuna. Either do your duty and serve your king, or leave.” He sent a silent prayer to whatever gods would listen that his brother didn’t try to leave - knowing the brat, he’d at least be tempted to do so, if only to see what Madara would do.

It sent an all new rush of arousal down his spine when all Izuna did was nod, licking his lips again as he gave the cloth one final kiss as he shifted the material down and freed him at last. Cold air hit his length but he barely had time to register it before Izuna was on him, a firm grip making him jerk forward while he ran parted lips up the underside of his shaft, drawing a curse out under Madara’s breath.

The way Izuna worshiped was downright sinful. How he held him in place and mouthed at the side of his shaft, letting just the tip of his tongue flick at the skin there. Took his time working his way up, pausing to lap at the head as if eager to taste him.

For someone seemingly eager to please his king, Izuna seemed to be doing everything in his power to break Madara’s control. Touching him just enough to tease but never enough, onyx eyes, mirrors of his own, studying his every twitching movement and drinking his every hitched breath in.

His lips felt like heaven when they finally took part of him in, and Madara had to bit his own fist to keep quiet when his brother suckled on the tip. Before he could catch himself his free hand found the back of Izuna’s head. There was no masking the movement as anything beyond being caught up in the moment, the smirk pulling at the mouth around him showing he’d been caught. Instead of jerking his hand back and losing face further Madara rested in there, tangling a few small locks in his fingers and leaning back in his throne to better watch that wicked mouth take him in.

And what an excellent show it was for his gaze alone. Watching as his brother sank lower, taking him in until his nose sat in dark curls. How lewd he looked with his mouth stretched open, lips pink and wet with saliva, heady lust glazing his eyes over. Curiosity had Madara shifting in his spot, reaching with his foot until he was nudging against the undeniable evidence of just how aroused Izuna was to be serving him in such a fashion.

“Serve me well, take what your king gives you,” Madara loosened his hand from Izuna’s hair, brushing his fingertips thoughtfully down his brother’s cheek before leaving it to rest on his thigh, “and he might be gracious enough to allow you to relieve yourself.”

That promise, if one could call it that, was all it took for Izuna to take his duty seriously. No longer willing to take his sweet time, Izuna pressed his tongue flat against him as he bobbed his head, swallowing around him and dragging an unwitted curse out of Madara’s throat.

Madara would be the first to admit he’d been rather promiscuous in his earlier years. There had been little end to the number of people willing and eager to be with royalty, whether for the thrill or to gain favor it mattered little to him at the time. Yet out of all the dozens of partners he’d had over the years not a one of them came close to driving him wild like Izuna could with just his mouth. How he would moan with unabashed and legitimate pleasure, the sound and vibrations sending shudders through him. The way he’d pull back and lavish the head with attention right before swallowing him whole once more, choking a moan out past his kingly facade. Madara’s knuckles were white where they gripped the arm of his throne, desperately clinging to the mask of aloofness and rapidly finding it a vain effort when every inch of his being cried out for him to take hold of his brother’s head once more, to thrust into that blissful wet-heat and find his release.

As Izuna persistently chipped away at his self-control, more and more soft gasps and words escaped him, Madara biting his lower lip raw in an attempt to keep them at bay. Both sitting still and remaining silent was no longer possible, muscles twitching and hips gently rocking while he remained only vaguely aware he was even doing so.

He had come dangerously close to the edge by the time he broke, head hitting the back of his seat hard as he blindly reached for his brother, cursing as he moaned. “Fuck, Izuna, just a little more. Faster, gods like that.”

One hand working the base of his cock, that knowing, smug glint in his brother’s eyes while he sucked and swallowed around him, and Madara was shaking apart only moments later, panting as his orgasm ripped through him and left him breathless.

High off of the ecstacy thrumming through him, Madara paid little mind to the weight crawling into his lap, accepting his little brother with open arms and letting his head lull to the side and rest atop the one pillowed against his shoulder. It was low cursing and the rustle of fabric that keyed him in, eyes cracking open to watch as Izuna desperately worked himself off in his pants, unashamed to take his own pleasure and far too close to the edge to care anyway.

When Izuna’s movements stilled as well, a jaw-slacked moan spelling his end, Madara wrapped his arm tighter around his brother’s waist to pull him closer. Neither of them spoke while they came down, taking a few minutes to nuzzle into each other, to enjoy the quiet after-bliss embrace of lovers discovering nirvana together.

It was moments like these, stolen between dry meetings with even dryer elders, that made Madara grateful for his place in the kingdom. Knowing that he was above any social demands for ‘decency’ with a more ‘acceptable’ partner, that he could protect Izuna from any fall out with a simple flick of his wrist to dismiss any punishment or claims against his brother’s person. That not a single person within his realm could force his love out of his arms, or would dare to interrupt his privacy even within his throne room.

Knowing that Izuna had a kink for serving his king only made it all the better, and as Madara tucked his most precious person up under his chin all he could think of was how great this day had turned out for him.

#madaizu #madara #izuna #fanfiction #mywriting #kinda a rough draft #but no motivation to edit

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I just couldn't resist... I need a Sasuke natal chart! You are doing god's work! By the way, i'm just so in love with the screenshots + text you add in your charts. I can never get enough of it!!!! Thank you, sweetest being, in advance!!!!!!!!!!!!

I LOVE U TOO ANON AND THANKS FOR THE REQUEST BECAUSE SASUKE IS MY FAV NATAL CHART and its so ARGHHH tense tense {oh and smth more before starting, i know a guy from my classes having such natal chart, and damn, he’s a fucking spy. he’s so nasty but daamn boy, u are a real survivor in life through beingthe devil itself. He’s kinda charming too! Yet extremely devoted to his close friends, even being an ass?? :)}

Sasuke Uchiha Natal Chart

Sun sign: basic identity, “true self”, our ego

Sun sign in ♌(Leo)

{okay, so i have to mention every sign has it’s high and low freqency, In this case, Sasuke is the worst Leo. super egoistic and would make fuss out of no where)

People born under the sign of Leo are natural born leaders. They are dramatic (everything around him is drama), self-confident, dominant and extremely difficult to resist, able to achieve anything they want to in any area of life they commit to. There is a specific strength to a Leo and their “king of the jungle” status.Leo is very independent but they need something to control and someone to admire them and appreciate them. They are fully capable of being greatly successful on their own but they are much happier if they have an audience and a following of people who look up to them. They would prefer not be alone.Leos are extremely sensitive but they hide that very well. Leos love praise and flattery, their egos demand respect and adoration. Leo is all about pride. This can cause them to be self-centered but the warmth of the Leo heart keeps it under control.

i really have to admit that Leos are kinda attractive and bring that “kingly”thin everywhere they go

Rising/ Ascending sing: the first impression we make on others to a personal level, how we come across to strangers, a mask we wear in public.

Rising/ Ascending in ♑ (Capricorn)

{if Uchiha’s have bad fate, then it must come from Saturn. Saturn is ruling Capricorn and usually makes our life shitty. it’s the old teacher giving us exams and when we fail them, our life becomes a complete mess. it’s a self individual lesson, that when we learn, we would be even awarded better than the downfall. Sasuke&Mads have such rigins. not to mention that Madara is Capricorn himself and has ended worse than Sasuke. In that case, only the “savec Uchihas from hatred” shall not have Cap rising}

Capricorn Ascendant people project competence. They simply ooze it. They’re generally very image-conscious people–the clothes they wear and their manner are a big deal to them. They want to appear successful, and they generally succeed! Capricorn rising people are generally big on family, and forever worry about security–for themselves and their dependents. They come across to others as hard-working, competent, and dependable people. What others may not see under that cool, even suave, exterior, is an inner struggle: they often ask themselves, “Am I doing enough?”, “Do I deserve all of this?”, “How can I make things better?” They worry a lot about the future. If success seemed to have come easy to these folks, it hasn’t. They just made it look that way with a patient, hard-working, driven personality. More often than not, Capricorn rising individuals are success stories. Their childhoods may have been difficult, but they slowly but surely turn their lives around. Saturn rules this Ascendant, and this generally means a kind of backwards way of living–as children, they are serious and bear a lot of responsibility; and as they grow up, they age beautifully, learning how to loosen up.

opps Saturn’s fault

Moon: emotional instincts and habits, deepest personal needs, the sun is the head- moon is the heart

Moon in ♏(Scorpio)

{Unlike his brother, i have noticed Sasuke has some expressions, but it’s just like he’s trying to keep them under control. Yet they are really tense and sometimes could escape. Also the smirks are kinda erotic?, reminding me of such Scorpionish vibes}

Scorpio Moon lives for emotional intensity. They have the ability to see through anyone right to their innermost feelings. This can be disturbing to some people and intriguing for others. They have a need for change and rebirth. Their life may be full of drama and upheaval which they feel is out of their control. Emotional drama fulfills them. Scorpio Moon wants it all they don’t do anything halfway or waste their time with meaningless relationships. They want commitment. They may also expect their partner to give up something for them, although they have a deep fear of betrayal. They may test their partners, even if they don’t mean to. They come off as being suspicious, although once they have committed themselves to a partner; they are extremely loyal and protective. Scorpio Moon has a great presence, even when they are shy. They need to spend a lot of time learning to control their emotions. They are very intuitive, but they may be inclined to use it for their own gains. They are passionate and fearless. Moon Sign Scorpio can be intimidating and are difficult to scare or shock. They have the ability to size up a person or a situation in a matter of seconds. Their powers can be used for good or evil, as the saying goes and many times it depends on how they were raised as children. Those who were manipulated or deprived will not open up to others, while those raised in a nurturing environment will most likely be mild-tempered and easy to get along with. They can be jealous, possessive and self-indulgent. They can also be rather destructive, both to themselves and others. On the good side, they can be vulnerable, intelligent and ambitious. Scorpio Moon is tenacious, and once they want something, they are like the dog that won’t let go. Their stubbornness can stand in their own way at times, or it can help them overcome bad habits. They tend to be emotional, materialistic, sensual and secretive. They are also very creative. Their fighting spirit is strong and it is difficult for them to admit defeat. They can be fiercely competitive, especially with those of their own sex. With the opposite sex, they can often be wrapped around the other person’s little finger, wanting to indulge that person’s every whim. They could use a little balance in their life in this area. Charismatic, Scorpio Moon attracts many, and must exercise caution so they are not tempted into multiple relationships. They don’t like to be criticized. They are seldom mainstream in their ideals and don’t always conform to all of society’s rules.

and let me smirk one last time

my scorpio moon is angreyyy

Mercury: communication, intellect, speech, mind

Mercury in ♌(Leo)

{Same like Madara, he is so confident about his statements and thinks he’s the top of the world}

Mercury in Leo speaks with style and authority. Some may come across as know-it-alls, but they really just want to share their knowledge with everyone else. They hold their opinions very dear and take pride in their beliefs. They tend to be idealistic. Mercury in Leo has a good intellect, and they love to express themselves. In fact, creativity is very important to them. They excel in presenting themselves with drama and style. Passionate and enthusiastic when speaking, Mercury Leo is usually successful in getting their point across. They may be oversensitive to anything they consider less than praise. They can appear rather arrogant due to their natural detachment. Mercury in Leo has their ego tied to their intellect, which sometimes makes it difficult for them to separate fact from fiction. They make natural leaders and people are inclined to follow them because of their charisma. Leo Mercury can be stubborn, especially when crossed. They follow their passions, acting spontaneously in the moment. Mercury in Leo needs to watch out for false pride, intolerance, being full of themselves and needed praise for everything they do. While their need for admiration is evident, they do deserve it a good portion of the time.Depending on the confidence level of the whole individual with this placement of Mercury, a stubbornness in the face of criticism or over-sensitivity to anything less than praise is present. Whatever the reaction, Mercury in Leo natives can be mentally arrogant. Mercury, by nature, is detached and reasonable. In Leo, however, the ego comes into play very strongly when it comes to intellectual analysis. With intellect and ego so closely tied, the ability to separate fact from fiction can be impaired. In some, boasting may be a problem. Probably the best way to handle this position is to find self-expression in some creative field. Mercury in Leo natives can be magnificent story-tellers, for example, mainly because they have such a wonderful sense of drama. They speak and write with heart.

Venus: love, harmony, our style, how we dress up, our soft loving side

Venus in ♌(Leo)

{i am not so aware of his “love style” but i guess it would be something that he could show off with. also, in one of the first naruto series, everyone thinks he’s keen on girls with long hairs. This makes me think that he wan’t something to be on the same lvl as his as long hair nowdays is a stereoype of “beautiful” What is more, even evil, Sasuke was always devoted to his friends. The cobination of Scorpio+Leo makes him extremely devoted, but the Scorpio does not show it and hides it really well.}

Leo Venus likes to brag about their relationship. They can be demanding of their partner because they love to be courted and have a need to feel special. Warm and generous, the Venus in Leo person is very loyal, although they still enjoy attention from the opposite sex. They are Leo, after all! They will tell their partner about all the flirtations they want to brag about it! Chances are the flirtations are harmless. If you have an innocent flirtation however, watch out! Leo Venus will not be happy about it. Leo Venus has high expectations of their partner, though as long as they know your attention is on them, they are very generous. If their relationship seems stale or settled, they may feel threatened. Being treated indifferently or impersonally also makes them feel insecure. While sex is important for the person with Venus in Leo, feeling loved is even more so. They have difficulty separating the two. They need to know how wonderful they are. If you respect and appreciate them, they will never lose interest in you. You may need to give them little reminders once in awhile that your feelings matter, too. If you are feeling jealous, let them know. This affirms that you still find them attractive. They are enamored of that first stage of love when two people can’t get enough of each other and want it to last forever. The Venus in Leo person is affectionate and adoring. They may hang onto a relationship much longer than they should because they have invested their ego into it. They are a born romantic and love to play up their emotions. If they are not confident in themselves in love, they are good at faking it. They love to be given the royal treatment on a date. In friendship, Leo Venus is attracted to colorful people. They don’t feel much interest in those who appear dull or lifeless. They make generous friends who will cheer you on in all your endeavors. They like to plan elaborate celebrations and like children.

Mars: how a person goes after goals, courage, sex drive, agression, will, energy

Mars in ♏(Scorpio)

{this is some possesive shit, and Sasuke does not want Itachi to belong to anyone and is kinda jealous even of Shisui. Eventho Scorpio is ruled by the second planet MARS which is agression, Scorpio after all is a water sign so agression here is passive, but SO SO TENSE, THE MOST TENSE OF ALL}

Mars in Scorpio loves a good challenge. Whatever they decide to do is done with every ounce of gusto they can muster. They have the ability to focus and have a strong willpower to accomplish anything. They make formidable opponents, though they are quiet and subtle, not loud and brash. On the surface they are calm and collected. Below the surface they may be a seething pool of emotion. They don’t let others see this side of them very often. Mars in Scorpio has the ability to exploit those around them because of their talents of seeing through the facade to what lies beneath. Scorpio Mars likes to test themselves. You will find them creating all sorts of rules and goals so they can have the satisfaction of achieving them one by one. They can be provocative in a subtle, controlled manner. Those who have low self-esteem can become rather loathsome. They turn their self-hatred outward and manipulate others to feel better. Scorpio Mars knows that life isn’t fair and accept it for what it is. Mars in Scorpio harbors powerful desires and emotions. They have a very high energy level. They are strong, efficient, self-reliant and self-disciplined. They have a strong sense of purpose. They are slow to anger, but when they do, watch out. They get even in a calm, rather frightening manner. They are proud, strong-willed, and dignified. They are known for a long memory and they don’t forgive when hurt. They may be fascinated with the occult, death and dangers. They are very passionate and sensual. They are attractive to the opposite sex no matter what they look like physically. Their personal magnetism is powerful. Scorpio Mars is intense, and this can be too much for some people. Sex is an all-encompassing experience; it is intensely physical, emotional and erotic. They can be a bit obsessive, and may be attracted to the darker side of sex. Mars in Scorpio equates sex with power. They are faithful to their partner. They can be very complex, and they need their partner to want to share the depth and intensity of the experience. They don’t kiss and tell; they believe sex to be an intimate and personal issue. They give great emotional depth to their partners. They may focus on breaking sexual taboos, if their partner is up to it. Mars in Scorpio is a bit possessive of their partners. While they probably won’t admit it, they don’t like to share their partners with anyone, not even for social engagements or family obligations.

AND THIS IS THE END

I want to mention that in the Naruto Series was the middle frequency of a Scorpio, because this zodiac sign is the cannibal amongst all and exist in 3 forms.

1) Scorpio- stinging aroud everyone like crazy and fucking hating on you

2) Eagle- is fine, stings sometimes but is above most of the things

3) Phoenix- bitch i transformed and now u cant even reach me, i dont give a shit of no one and i can trurn my own power into enlighten and spiritual love ;)

As he left, he came even below the first level and turned into hell. Scorpio and Leo are very intense zodiac signs and this makes him extremely sadistic (just like Madara). But, if we could imagine him and Madara as Naruto’s level of consciousness, i am sure, they would surpass him. (Hashirama too)

#sasuke uchiha

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