#yakushi fanfiction

[softeninglooks]

ace of diamond | falling in love with sanada shunpei

yet another comfort character voiced by hiroshi kamiya ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡) for age purposes, yakushi is a university team in this drabble!

neither you nor raichi can pinpoint the exact moment when you went from classmates, to friends who warmly cared for one another beyond chatting between class breaks

perhaps it was when raichi admitted (a little ashamed) that he needed help with passing exams, because low grades would prevent him from going to baseball tournaments, and his request was met with nothing but genuine understanding and kindness (he was no longer ashamed, then)

or when he invited you to watch his next baseball game as a thank you, and suddenly you were attending every game and wholeheartedly cheering for your university team

or when he introduced you to his team-mates and dad, proudly boasting that he had passed all his exams thanks to your invaluable help - you knew better than anyone that when raichi put in the effort, he was capable of tremendous growth in surprisingly short amounts of time

from then on, your friendship was sealed. and with it came the rest of yakushi, who enthusiastically welcomed you into their circle; they were proud to have such a fervent supporter, and you fit right in with them as you too took an interest in baseball

as raichi's other closest friend, sanada was someone you got to know quickly. as a strong and focused player, he was a counterpoint to raichi's explosive energy. while sanada had been influenced by raichi's deep passion for baseball and was driven by the desire to play more, his presence on the mound sufficed to soothe the nerves of the rest of his team and give them confidence that even missed plays could later be turned into new opportunities to win

sanada was enthralled by you as soon as the two of you met. he had got the chance to talk to you as you walked with the team on the way back to university, raichi insisting that of course you could stay, since he was the one who asked you to come to the game!

judging by your open friendliness and enthusiasm to learn more about baseball, sanada could easily see how raichi and you had become such good friends. not only that, but sanada had glimpsed just how passionate you were about your own interests when his other team-mates fired a little too many questions your way to get to know you better. his heart skipped a beat right when you asked “what about you, sanada-kun? how did you start playing baseball?” your passion was something that he admired, it reminded him of why raichi had become such a dear friend of his, how passionate people inspired him to give his very best

when he was not pitching, the intense gleam in sanada's dark eyes turned into a bright and inviting light. after you had been introduced to the baseball team, sanada left a lasting impression on you - you had been drawn to his self-assured and well-meaning ways, his smile at once playful and sociable. he spoke highly of his friends and believed in them like no other; he wanted to get stronger to be a reliable ace for the team, to contribute to raichi and raizou's dream, which had become the team's dream too. you could see how father and son had adopted the entire yakushi team

your fondness for the yakushi baseball team only kept growing from then on. you cheered for your new friends tirelessly (a little louder for sanada, it seemed) and sometimes even met up with them after practice. and sanada, too, had been thinking about ways to see you more often. the more he got to know you, the more he wanted to spend time with you, the harder he worked to impress you from the mound (though we wouldn’t tell anyone, for fear of his stupid—mostly in an endearing but sometimes troublesome way—team embarrassing you or him)

sanada started to attend the lectures that you went to. though he was a science major, you found him following courses that had nothing to do with his subject - and his enjoyment of them warmed your heart like no other. he would come up to you and offer some excuse, “i heard that this series of lectures is really good” (the person he had heard it from was you, though), then ask if he could take a seat by your side. you would stay chatting after classes, sharing thoughts and impressions, and sometimes you would text each other facts about the subject that you found out on the internet in the evening. his natural warmth and extraversion, his readiness to help out and reassure his team-mates, his genuine curiosity for your interests, made you fall harder for sanada day after day

“sanada-kun, i started reading the book that that professor recommended last time, and it’s so interesting!,” “sanada-kun, i caught a baseball game on TV last night. i tried to see if the pitcher had any cutter balls!” sanada’s smile softened as you told him all about the baseball game you had watched, his heart thumping loudly along to the sound of your voice. he invited you to attend a baseball game with him then, one that he wasn’t playing in, so you could watch it together and he could provide commentary. of course you accepted, and the warmth in sanada’s smile made your chest ache in the best of ways

during the game, sanada realized how happy you were to be spending this time together, how brightly you grinned at him, and he wholeheartedly hoped that his feelings might not go unreciprocated. you started spending even more time together after that. you would stay by sanada’s side after games, sit together in lectures you attended together, have lunch together with raichi, laugh at each other's jokes, and be proud of each other's accomplishments. sanada would walk you back home after lectures when you ran into one another at the end of the day (not entirely by accident)

everyone on the team could see how close the two of you were, to the point that the rest of yakushi started teasing sanada relentlessly when you were not around. funnily enough, raichi was probably the only one who did not pay attention - when he was with the team, he was too absorbed in baseball to truly care about anything else happening around. raizou was secretly rooting for sanada and you though, it reminded him of his own youth

the confession was sweet and easy, so natural that you barely needed words - the soft look in sanada's eyes was enough to make you understand what he meant. you were walking home together and he asked you if you wanted to spend time together the upcoming weekend, just the two of you. “of course, i would be really happy to,” you smiled at him, your heart racing so fast that you thought sanada could sense it somehow. but you were not embarrassed. on the contrary, there is nothing you wished more than for sanada to know how appreciated he was, how loved and supported by everyone around him

“so it's a date?” you nodded, taking his hands into yours. “yes, please.” “so you will be my girlfriend?” he squeezed your hands, looking deep into your eyes. “yes!” sanada grinned back at you and lost no time in pulling you into a hug. you held him tight, hearing his heart beat just as fast as yours, and breathed out a chuckle into his chest. “you struck out on this one, shunpei.” “i’m not the ace for nothing,” he laughed fondly and ruffled your hair

next time you came to watch yakushi play, sanada made sure that everyone could see him take your hand and plant a cheerful kiss on your cheek. his eyes were shining with pride

#sanada shunpei #sanada shunpei fanfiction #sanada shunpei x reader #ace of diamond fanfiction #ace of diamond x reader #ace of diamond #yakushi fanfiction #daiya no ace fanfiction #daiya no ace #my writing

[nardo-headcanons]

had this one sitting unfinished in my WIP folder for a while. here's the finished thing. art by me.

#naruto #naruto shippuden #naruto fanfiction #naruto oc #chunin exams #kabuto #kabuto yakushi #naruto fanart

[wing-ed-thing]

A Perfect μl (Kabuto x Reader)

Synopsis: Always pitted against each other, everything became a competition. Despite how seamlessly you worked together, you were always looking out for number one.

Word Count: 1.5k

Tags/Warnings: @kakashiswilloffire​ Canon Typical Violence, Original Animal Summon​, Language

Notes: μl means microliter which is 1 millionth of a liter!

A single, defining moment of your childhood stood out to you vividly.

You stood with your back straight, a smug look on your face as you held your slide out in front of you. Kabuto rolled his eyes, hands behind his back as he waited patiently for Orochimaru to check his work. The snake Sannin tsked at you; the slow shake of his head made you retreat the slightest bit into yourself.

“C’mon now, that’s no way to handle a sample,” he chided, and you placed the slide on the lab bench in defeat. Orochimaru picked up the 1 microliter pipette and swiped up your water sample completely with a single motion of his hand. He held the pipette up, studying the tip and the amount of liquid gathered in it. “See this line? That is about where the liquid should be for there to be one microliter.”

Orochimaru frowned and pipetted the drop back onto the slide. Discarding the tip, Orochimaru approached Kabuto’s sample. Kabuto squared his shoulders back, the expression on his face painted in smug self-assuredness as Orochimaru checked his pipetting job. The Sannin hummed in approval.

“See?” he held the tip up for you to see. “That is a perfect microliter.” 

As he pipetted the droplet back, you and Kabuto locked gazes, doomed to a life of eternal competition. Looking back, it was what Orochimaru wanted. Whether he wanted for the both of you to have the incentive to improve or if it was just a sick game at vying for his attention, it worked, even well into your adulthood.

Sirens blared in the night sky as Kabuto heard boots on the ground. He pivoted, looking up at the large tower that now lit up red. He gritted his teeth as a window burst twenty stories up, summoning smoke bursting out along with the broken glass. Your large animal summon glided through the air on extended ribs, taking off like a dragon as it eclipsed the night sky. 

Kabuto slapped his hand over his face, tightening the package he had secured under his left arm before he continued to run. He maneuvered around rows of cargo boxes, hoping that by sheer speed, he could escape before the enemy even mobilized. 

His hopes had been too lofty as a whole squad of troops swung around the corner. Kabuto’s knuckles were packed to the brim with kunai, and with one motion of his wrist, he took them all out as he continued on his way. He didn’t get too far before he was met with a counterstrike. 

The whirring of shuriken flying through the air was all it took for instinct to take over. He tucked himself into a roll, just barely avoiding the flying weapons as he ducked around another shipping container. Kabuto glanced up, noting the shadows that ran above him. On the lower ground, he was at a steep disadvantage. 

He rounded the corner, sliding a bit too far at his own velocity. His right hand hit the ground in an attempt to steady himself as he continued to run down the aisle. Kabuto’s eyes darted to his right and then his left as he mentally tried to calculate the compound's border. 

The alarms continued to blare in the background. An incessant ringing sounded as more and more of the enemy joined in the hunt for the thief in the night. 

Kabuto continued to run, his chest heaving and his heart pounding as he scrambled toward the hole in the fence the two of you had cut earlier in the night. But as he rounded the next set of cargo boxes, he was met with a dead end. Kabuto checked over his shoulder from out of his peripheral as he cursed to himself. 

In that instant, the light from the moon disappeared. Kabuto’s eyes widened the second he saw the shadow, and immediately dove to the ground. A flash of light sparked across the atmosphere, a horrible screeching of lighting jutsu filling the air with a cloud of grey smoke. 

You performed a double-dismount off of your summon, and when Kabuto’s head rose again, half of the enemy troops had been incapacitated. Kabuto scrambled to his feet and stalked toward you. You walked toward him, seeming not to have a care in the world even as panicked shouts resounded behind you. Your animal summon disappeared with a poof. His eye twitched, a few choice words already at the tip of his tongue.

Kabuto readjusted his grip on the bound box in his hand. You slapped your hand to its opposite side as he held the package up. It was instantly sealed away into a tattoo on your arm. The image of the box appeared on the back of one of your inked geckos. The little ink lizard traveled up your arm and under your sleeve. 

A volley of kunai sailed straight toward your back, each one falling out of the air with a quick release of your lightning power. The electricity sent a small shock into Kabuto’s palm as you gave him a swift high-five. He recoiled, running past you to take on the enemies to his front. You kept an eye on the figures on top of the shipping containers that hadn’t gone down. 

You worked seamlessly, despite your vastly different fighting styles. With his hands free, Kabuto moved acrobatically throughout the organized squadrons, chakra scalpels making precise and deadly cuts. Meanwhile, you covered the battlefield in a smokescreen. Electricity burst from you in jagged lines, causing bright explosions to pop across the battlefield. You covered Kabuto as he made his way to soldier after soldier, plucking flying weaponry from the air as the continuous booming of your electricity didn’t allow for a single second of recovery. 

As soon as the exit from the dead end was clear, you made for it, following hot on Kabuto’s heels. The two of you ran, the bursts of your jutsu keying the enemy into your location while simultaneously keeping you untouchable. 

With one turn, you could see the fence. 

A group of shinobi appeared in front of you. Kabuto charged in, swiping his chakra blade at the man in front of him. He didn’t see the man’s comrade behind him, the shinobi gearing up a kunai to strike while Kabuto was occupied. Kabuto’s eyes went wide instinctually as he willed himself to move quickly to protect himself. 

You were quicker, sending a bolt of electricity to strike the shinobi down. It cracked past Kabuto’s cheek, leaving a shallow, bloody line in its wake. He didn’t miss a beat, taking down the rest of the squad before the two of you made for the hole in the fence. 

You kept running, barely glancing at the chaos you left behind. Kabuto grumbled, wiping away the blood that trickled from his face. His only wound from the battle was from you.

“Watch where you’re aiming that next time.”

“Who said I was aiming?” you snapped back. “You should be thanking me for saving your life.” You lept into the trees, stomping on the thick branches below your boots. Leaves fell directly into Kabuto’s face.

“We wouldn’t have gotten into this mess if you hadn’t set off the alarm, you idiot.” A blue glow cast on the tree trunk next to you, and you narrowly avoided Kabuto’s chakra scalpel. Electricity sparked around you. The two of you continued moving forward to the rendezvous point. 

“Don’t ditch me next time, asshole.” The sparks cracked in the air. 

Kabuto charged at you. Lightning struck the tree behind him, causing a great creaking before the trunk completely tumbled over. You shot at him again and again as he approached, fending off your concentrated attacks with his signature jutsu. You sailed through the air backward, your stray bolts taking out all branches in your path. 

His foot caused your branch to bend forward, and you surrounded yourself completely with electricity in a single act of self-preservation. The large explosion leveled a few more trees, and in the smoke, you stopped on an adjacent branch. You spotted Kabuto opposite you, covered in soot and his tunic torn. 

“It saddens me to see the two of you fighting.” Orochimaru appeared next to you, arms crossed, as he shook his head in disappointment. “I came because I had a bad feeling, and look what I stumbled upon. You making such a ruckus—” He glanced over at Kabuto. “And you refusing to play well with others.”

The gecko tattoo crawled gingerly back toward your wrist. With a few signs and a swirl of your blood, you summoned the package back into reality. You held it up to Orochimaru with a certain amount of shame and sheepishness.

“We’ve secured the package.” Orochimaru gave it a once-over with a hum.

“Oh, I see.” His long tongue wrapped around the box, and as his jaw lowered, he swallowed the box whole. He glanced between you and Kabuto with a scowl. “You may have succeeded recklessly, but there’s still much to do.” Orochimaru took off into the night.

You and Kabuto made brief eye contact before you lept off after him.

Yeah, your next competition would be killing that son of a bitch.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

Notes: lmao the pipetting story is real, but I was Kabuto haha it was my last lab in undergrad and my partner was high-key salty about not having the “perfect microliter.” Also, writing the lightning nature is by far the most fun nature to write nothing can compare

Edit: OH YEAH the summon is a draco flying gecko

#kabuto x reader #kabuto yakushi x reader #kabuto #Kabuto Yakushi #naruto x reader #naruto x you #naruto x y/n #x you #x reader #reader insert #kabuto fanfic #kabuto yakushi fanfic #naruto fanfiction #naruto fanfic #naruto reader insert

[chanfictions]

Hello! So glad prompts are open. Can I request 25 or 22 for Kabuto? I don’t know if two prompts are allowed so choose either if not possible. I’d ask to make it nasty, but don’t want to put pressure.

Edge

Kabuto x Reader 

18+ content - minors, DNI.

Prompts: "close your eyes" and in the spirit of "be a good girl and hold still"

Slightly smutty. Knife play, fear kink, sliiiiiiight medical kink if you really squint.

1k

Kabuto wanted to watch you squirm, to test your resolve. How deep did that trust run, he wondered. Who would flinch first?

Shallow breaths, sweet little whimpers – the rapid thrumming of your pulse beneath his fingertips only made Kabuto's saccharine smile widen as he crooned sweetly in your ear.

"What's the matter, don't you trust me?"

A slim, shiny length of metal glimmered in your periphery, flushing your face with heat. You swallowed the nervous squeak lodged in your throat, biting your lip and squirming against the warmth of the firm body at your back. "O-of course I do," you choked in a breathless whisper as you turned your head to shy away from the blade.

"Then close your eyes," he murmured, voice dripping with a sort of superficial reassurance that had you second guessing your life choices as his other arm tightened around your torso, his hand still resting gently over your throat to allow his fingertips to take in every flutter and jump in your racing pulse. 

"K-kabuto–"

He hummed sweetly in response, trailing the flat edge along your cheek and over your jaw before the smile in his voice grew low and cold when he spoke again. "Don't make me repeat myself."

The heat flushing your face began to trickle downward, swirling in your chest and belly before pooling firmly between your legs. The blade caressed the lump in your throat as you swallowed thickly and finally obeyed, beginning to tremble in a confusing mix of fear and arousal. Gods, Kabuto was a monster when he wanted to be, but to be fair, you were the one who asked for it.

"Good girl." He pressed a kiss to your temple, taking the blade lower, catching the neck of your shirt and admiring the way your chest shuddered in your attempts to not let it heave in anticipation. It was delicious. He could practically taste the adrenaline pumping through your blood, seeping through your pores, filling every little puff of air you exhaled. The frighteningly sharp edge slowly sliced right through the front of your clothes like tissue paper. Agonizingly slowly. Kabuto wanted to watch you squirm, to test your resolve. How deep did that trust run, he wondered. Who would flinch first?

You gasped when you felt the tip scrape your belly, lurching backward reflexively, only to be admonished with a condescending tut.

"Ah, ah – what did I tell you last time?"

A whine resembling his name trilled in your throat as you struggled to meet his demand for stillness, but dear gods, you couldn't hear anything over the rush of blood in your ears. Your mouth had gone dry. Your legs had gone weak with need. Kabuto's firm hold on you was the only thing keeping you upright.

"You know I have a very steady hand, but that won't matter much if you buck into the knife," Kabuto cooed softly in your ear, adoring how you desperately tried to keep it together while he expertly sliced through the rest of your shirt. "Though, I suppose I can just fix you up if you slip, right? That does make things more exciting."

He wasn't serious, was he?

You swallowed nervously again. The brat in you wanted to tease, to push his buttons, to challenge him, but logic screamed in your ear not to because Kabuto was a capricious man. Just because he said loved you didn't mean he wouldn't cut you just to make a point. Even with his warm smiles and seemingly caring demeanor, he could just as easily turn cold and cruel – a shadow of his master still lingering somewhere beneath the mask.

It was too easy to forget that your sweet, mild-mannered Kabuto was dangerous. 

You felt the trailing edge of a blade glide across your skin like silk – displaying the wielder's masterful level of control while dangling a not-so-toothless threat over you. He hummed softly to himself as he traced purposefully over your vital points with that cold, sharpened steel, sending a nervous shiver racing up your spine, trapping your increasingly urgent drinks of air in your chest. 

Kabuto chuckled at your expense, teasing the knife's tip under the curve of your breast, back up to your throat – delighting in the way your pulse jumped again when it crossed your jugular. This was such a fun game, and oh, did he ever love to win. He knew your body was being needled with static from how close he had you to hyperventilating – how the terror of what he could do with that blade left you soaked and aching for him. "Deep breaths," he murmured in a cold, clinical taunt.

It was so close to being too much. What were once tempered inhales had grown shallow and ragged, further unsettling your already frantic heartbeat as the razor edge lingered on the soft flesh beneath your chin, threatening to spill your life force all over the stony floor if you dared disobey. Teeth chattering from the tension held in your jaw, your lip quivered and body trembled as you whimpered and pinned your back against him, your mind getting lost in a thickening bog of fear.

Such a delicate dance it was, balancing you on the brink like this – and Kabuto was so very good at it.

"Shh," he soothed, his grip subtly becoming more comforting than confining as he took a measured step backward, setting the scalpel aside for a moment and settling on the edge of the bed with your shaking body between his legs. You were putty in his hands now – reduced to a heap of empty-headed nothing and entirely at his mercy. The warmth of his palm replaced the chilled metal at your throat, trailing down over your collarbones before beginning to glow softly and coming to rest over your heart. "Deep breaths," he said again, tone shifting to something more caring and kind as the menacing veil began to lift. 

Your haggard respirations began to smooth and slow as you let yourself sink into his chest, submitting to his will and turning toward the warmth of his shoulder. Kabuto carefully laid you back onto his sheets and braced a hand next to your head, drinking in the heavy, adoring eyes that now peered up at him as he delicately traced his knuckles over the curve of your cheek. You were so weak, so subdued, so disarmed like this – a fragile little thing that needed to be handled with the utmost care. He smiled quietly, leaning down to cradle your face in his hand, brushing his lips ever-so-softly against yours. 

"Now, where were we?"

#naruto x reader #kabuto x reader #akatsuki x reader #naruto smut #kabuto smut #naruto imagines #kabuto x you #kabuto imagines #kabuto yakushi x reader #kabuto fanfiction #naruto fanfiction #chanfictions #ask games with chan

[cassicaendra]

Headcanon: Kabuto has a photo of Orochimaru under his pillow "purely for scientific purposes".

Or just make Kabuto a girl and it will be almost a canon couple-

#kabuto yakushi #kabuto #orochimaru #naruto fandom #naruto fanfiction #naruto #orochimaru × kabuto #naruto headcanons #JUST IMAGINE LOL

[kabutots]

Unnamed KabuKazu domestic WIP

This is the one in my pinned post. Don't really know what to do with it. There's really not much here 🤷‍♀️

________________

"Kazumi?"

"Hm?"

"Are you happy?"

She turned to face her lover. "Where did that come from?"

"I don't know," he avoided her gaze.

"Well, it's a stupid question," she looked unimpressed. "Of course I'm happy."

Kabuto didn't press the matter, though he wasn't satisfied with her answer. He intended to keep to himself, but Kazumi knelt behind him and draped her arms over his shoulders.

"Are you unhappy?" Her voice was quiet in his ear.

Looking over his shoulder, Kabuto answered her. "What makes you think that?"

Her breath tickled the back of his neck as she sighed. "That wasn't the first time you asked me that. I want to know if you're looking for an out."

"An out?"

"If you're unhappy and looking to see if I am as well, you could leave."

"That's ridiculous. If I wasn't happy, then I wouldn't spend so much time here," Kabuto looked forward.

Kazumi lightly pressed her lips to his neck.

"Then it's settled," she wrapped her arms around his torso as she whispered. "I'll always want you."

"That's a bold claim."

"And it's true. You have my heart in the palm of your hands."

Kabuto started to speak, but Kazumi reached around and put a finger to his lips.

"Let me guess? You were going to make a snide comment to make me wax poetic about my feelings. Kabuto, darling, as much as I love stroking your ego, I do need to finish dinner."

She got off his back while he huffed.

#if anyone reads this please let me know if you find kabuto to be ooc 🙏 #my writing #kabukazu #kabuto #kabuto yakushi #kazumi ogi #naruto oc #naruto fanfiction #she doesn't know he's a spy btw #takes place before/around Part I #kabuto x oc #kabuto yakushi x oc

[animetrashlord-007]

I love how you write kabuto, he’s my favourite character! Could I request another kabuto / OC fic where kabuto is in love with female S/O and takes her virginity ?

Oh my... I never thought I'd go back to my Kabs fic days. And to have someone other than my sister ask for him asjsdfj sure thing, lovely! Kabuto is super fun to write for so I'll gladly accept this request. Also I'm stoked to hear you like the way I write him~

Please look forward to this <3 I'll work on it asap.

#kabuto x reader #kabuto smut #kabuto yakushi #kabuto fanfic #naruto fanfiction #request ; accepted

[kabuto-y]

Rain pattered against the terra-cotta rooftop of Sakura’s apartment. The moonlight shone brightly through the slits of the shutter of the window. She laid in bed after a long day’s work at the hospital, attempting to fall asleep but failing so far.

She couldn’t help but wonder about a patient she had treated earlier in the day.

—

“Haruno-sama, I need you to take a look at the man in room one-fifteen. There is something highly unusual about his injuries,” A short blond nurse said, looking up from her clipboard as she tapped her pen against it anxiously.

“I’ll be right down.” Sakura answered, taking a deep breath. This day had already been long enough, and now that she was ready to leave, something exciting just had to happen.

She made her way down the hall to the patient’s room, turning the handle to enter. She moved to stand at the bedside where a small fluorescent light hung overhead, the first thing she noticed was the unconscious man’s bandaged arms and torso.

Carefully, she began removing the bandage on his left arm, just to take a look. As the ribbonlike bandage loosened, she pulled it off to reveal a series of pinprick markings nearly covering his arm.

‘What in the world?’ Sakura thought to herself, carefully poking a gloved fingertip against the inner bend of his elbow. She felt hard lumps beneath the surface of his skin, like small marbles right under the markings. She placed her palm against his chest, sending chakra into his body, finding small traces of a rare poison in his heart and joints; undoubtedly what caused him to fall unconscious.

‘What an unusual toxin. Looks like it was administered in an even more unusual manner,’ She regarded the markings, chewing her lip as she tried to make sense of the man’s condition. The poison wasn’t killing him, and removing it might make things worse judging by the amount he had obviously been repeatedly given.

His system most likely depended on it to some degree now.

Withdrawing her hand, she made a mental note to herself. ‘I’ll have to speak with Lady Tsunade about this.’

She considered removing the bandages on his torso, but decided to wait until the following day.

She exited the room and started towards the hospital’s exit to head for the Hokage’s tower.

—

“I’ve never seen markings like those, it almost seems like he wasn’t attacked… But underwent this - whatever it may be, willingly.” Sakura explained, her brow furrowing slightly.

Tsunade clasped her hands in front of her, her eyes moving around the room in deep thought, until they fixed on Sakura’s.

“I was unsure if I should tell you this, given your circumstances - ANBU found that man on the border of Otogakure. And if that doesn’t tell you anything about his condition, I don’t know what will,” She said grimly, her lips in a pronounced frown. She knew that Sakura was almost at her limit with the amount of work she had on her plate to begin with… Now this.

“Sound? Of course, I should have known, given the overall strangeness.” Sakura answered, trailing off in thought. She could feel how tired her body was and how badly it needed to rest, but now her mind was going to wrack itself for an answer to this.

The slight sway of Sakura’s stance did not go unnoticed by her mentor.

“Sakura, go home and get some rest tonight. I want you to be at your best tomorrow when we dig a little deeper into this issue.”

“Understood.” Sakura replied, and with that she made for an exit back onto the street.

She walked at a slow pace through the narrow path leading up to her apartment, kicking a small rock along in front of her.

‘Sound… The secondhand work of Orochimaru, no doubt. What are they doing with these poor people?’ Sakura took the key to her apartment from a pocket in her skirt as she reached the front door, unlocking it and stepping inside. She kicked off her boots.

She didn’t bother to cook anything, even though she was hungry; instead she opted for some cold leftover rice and pork.

As she was eating, it occurred to her that there was one man who knew just as much if not more than herself about medical procedures, poisons and such; particularly one of this dark sort. His signature smirking face immediately coming to mind - Kabuto Yakushi.

This was slowly starting to piece together, Sakura thought, but it was time to rest and worry about this mess tomorrow.

Putting her empty bowl and chopsticks in the sink, she turned and went to her bedroom, not bothering to change out of her clothes; only removing her medic skirt and tool bag. She crawled into bed just as it started to rain, her mind clouded with thoughts before she drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

#Kabusaku #dangers untold #yes it’s named after labyrinth #Kabuto #kabuto yakushi #sakura #kabuto x sakura #sakura haruno #romance #FanFiction #beginner writer #pls don’t judge

[thermodynamic-comedian]

hey guys what if i. what if i posted an obikabu fic inspired by that one emily dickinson poem and this tumblr thread. not that i did that or anything (i totally did that)

(gift for @madablues bc they're awesome and also the person that made me ship obikabu so like. just felt right to dedicate my first obkb fic to them lmao-)

#ao3 #ao3 link #fanfiction #fanfic link #link posts #obikabu #naruto #kabuto yakushi #obito uchiha

[chojuuro]

out.

character/s: Yakushi Kabuto, allusions to Yamanaka Minoru rating: T (kabuto behavior) content: post-fourth war kabuto musings, set in my oc canonverse wherein kabuto is imprisoned for a couple of years following the war. surprise! not beta'd words: 706

“You’re out,” Kabuto hears, and he doesn’t believe it.

He doesn’t believe it, because he’s been waiting so long to hear it and he’s known for so long that his sentence would be extensive.  He is not an innocent man, even by Shinobi standards; Orochimaru’s right hand man, perpetrator of the Fourth Shinobi War, assisting Uchiha Obito in nearly causing the collapse of not only the Shinobi world, but the world at large.  

Despite being taken in by the Foundation.  Despite Danzo worming his way into Kabuto’s mind at the ripe age of eight years old, breaking Kabuto down just to work him back up again into a perfect intelligence gathering weapon, just like his mother.  And Kabuto, so eager to please, was happy to help if it meant securing funding for the orphanage that both saved his life and gave him a purpose – the same purpose that, these days, he isn’t even sure what that is anymore.  And he would carry each mission out to completion, infiltrating the other villages, major and minor and miniscule alike, reporting back to his new master.  His new purpose.  The very purpose broken upon the murder of his mother by his own hand.

He’s a broken man, by this point.  

As if he wasn’t already.

Two years, he’s been locked up.  Two years he’s sat in his cell, under the chakra blocking seals that prevent him from acting out, prevent him from attacking his guards where it would hurt them the most.  The coronary arteries, to cut off blood supply to the heart.  The vagus nerve, halting nerve activity to the brain.  The trachea, disrupting oxygen to the lungs.  Dislodging joints to hinder movement, detaching muscles to stop movement altogether.  Ensuring his escape.

Kabuto thinks about it to pass the time, but he does not act on impulse.  

He can pinpoint the places on his guards where it would be most effective to kill them.  Their faces are hidden by the animal motif masks of Konoha’s ANBU force, but that doesn’t matter, not to Kabuto; he’s well trained as both a medic and an assassin, and his time in the Foundation only solidified his natural-born talents.  He doesn’t need to see their real faces to know where their eyes sit, should he need to gouge them out to secure his fictional getaway.  He doesn’t need to see the fine contours of their bodies to know exactly where the heart is, or where the lungs sit, or where the spinal cord is at its weakest and most vulnerable and easiest to pierce.

Two years have passed like this.  Incessant thinking, intrusive thoughts telling him to kill, disrupt, get away while you can.  

He does not listen.  He allows the thoughts to have their moment, he thanks them for their contribution, and he sends them on their way, unacted upon.

A marvel, really.  Maybe the little therapist was doing something after all, in between the annoyed looks and the notes that Kabuto’s caught glances of over his shoulder: Uncooperative, but trying.  Insufferable.  Broken.  Potential to heal; patient has to want it.

Kabuto wonders if he does.  He wonders, in the recesses of his mind, if he wants to heal from this.  He does, he thinks; wants to escape his cell on good terms, wants to step into the village as a new man, a citizen and not just some war criminal.

And he can’t deny that that is exactly who he is.  Kabuto is, at the end of the day, a war criminal.  

He doesn’t think that should stop him from enjoying a little bit of freedom.

So, he decides, he’ll work towards it.  He’ll work with the little therapist he’s been assigned to the last two years, tell him his plans and his wants and his goals.  Maybe he has, he can’t remember; he’s sure it’s come up before, but he’s unsure whether it will be acted upon or brought up again without–

He hears the words again, and wonders how long has passed since the first time he heard them the first time.

“You’re out, Yakushi.”

And he swears he sees the sun when he looks at the mouse motif mask standing in front of his open cell door.

#wrote this instead of doing my dishes like i said i would oopsie #kabuto yakushi #yakushi kabuto #and u know what. #yamanaka minoru #he's here too even if he isn't mentioned by name #he's the mouse motif mask #desfic #naruto fanfic #naruto fanfiction #oc canonverse

[crackmonkeytrash]

Made some art of Kabuto from BlueLaceAgate's fic Cut The Strings on ao3!!

I loved this fic and am a little obsessed with the pain and tragedy and grief and violence of it all :)❤️

#cmtart #fanfiction fanart #cut the strings by bluelaceagate #yakushi kabuto #ao3 fanart #mine #my art

[wing-ed-thing]

And they were roommates... (Kabuto x Reader)

Synopsis:

Word Count: 626

Tags/Warnings: @kakashiswilloffire Sick!Reader, Medication, Nuggets Not Specified to be Meat, Language, Gender Neutral Reader

Notes: I’m sick...

You woke up with a start to the loud banging on your door. Kabuto never did have a subtle knock. As soon as you opened your eyes the congestion hit you in full force. You felt it plug up the back of your nose. You parted your lips to yell out to Kabuto— who had started to knock again— but a fit of coughing escaped you before your words could. A string of expletives poured from your mouth between wheezes.

“I’m sick!” you managed, voice raspy.

“No shit,” came Kabuto’s retort. You could practically hear his eyes roll through the partition. “You’ve been hacking up a lung all night.”

Your door swung open. Light flooded into the dismal darkness of your room. Kabuto stood in your doorway, one hand in the pocket of his jeans and the other adjusting the mask on his face. Fog covered the lenses of his glasses. Even in his casual clothes he looked as chic as usual while you, in comparison, couldn’t have felt less presentable.

You slouched over in your bed, surrounded by sheets that could’ve used a good wash. A random assortment of things sat with you: a mostly empty box of tissues, a full box of tissues, a few forgotten notebooks, and a bag of cough drops that you were sucking on like candy. You ran a hand through your messy hair. Kabuto had seen you at worse points. Hell, he had seen worse in general.

“Have you eaten food?” You shook your head and he muttered some snarky comment or another under his breath. “When’s the last time you took ibuprofen?”

You barely had time to answer before Kabuto was gone, leaving the door to your room wide open. You glared at the opening in disdain, the hall light beaming loudly at you. You picked up a slipper from beside your bed and threw it, and only then did the door creak closed just enough for you to be satisfied. Groping though your nest of blankets, you turned on your side and laid back down.

But the light invaded your room once more.

You turned to glance over your shoulder.

“Sit up.” Kabuto motioned with his head, holding a plate and a large glass of water. You groaned in complaint but upon seeing Kabuto’s quirked eyebrow, you reluctantly did as you were told. He sat at the edge of your bed, placing the plate on your lap and holding the glass out to you. Accenting your five dinosaur nuggets were two pills. “I want you to drink all of this, okay?”

“You got it, doc.” You rasped before breaking out into another fit of coughs. Kabuto gently took the cup, hovering it from your grip so you wouldn’t spill. You turned away, face buried in your elbow. “Is this the kind of bedside manner you put on at the hospital?”

“No.” Kabuto was quick to answer. He almost laughed; you could see the faint sign of a smile though the little lines that formed at the base of his eyes. Kabuto put the back of his hand up to your forehead before he continued to prod at you to get an idea of some vital or another. “When one of us moves out, not only will you lose your free, at-home healthcare—” He accented his half-jest with a pointed look. —“but you’ll never find a nurse who’s as good as me. Remember that.” Your scoff turned into another cough.

“Aw what? You don’t want to live with me forever?”

You didn’t notice Kabuto’s half-second pause as you downed the rest of your water. Maybe down the road, given the two of you grow a bit smarter, you wouldn’t have to give up your free healthcare after all.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed and otherwise supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

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[chanfictions]

Doctor's Orders 

Kabuto x Reader 

Hurt/comfort, caregiving.

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You were ill again, Kabuto told you. You thought you were just tired. The wave of weakness didn't hit you until he met you with a palm to your forehead when you shuffled into the clearing just outside of the base. His mouth pulled into a tight line upon feeling your skin before taking your bag and telling you to come inside. 

You don't look well. 

The foreboding tightness in your chest had come roaring back with a vengeance after you returned from a long mission, sucking up all of your vibrance and locking it away in a vault of muscle aches and inexplicable fatigue. Despite having been fine when you left, getting out of bed was now a frustratingly monumental task. You couldn't hold down fluids. The mere thought of food made you nauseous. Your head felt like it was full of rocks.

Now, he was perched on the edge of your bed, cool washcloth in hand wiping the sweat from your clammy face as your eyes drifted about in their sockets, searching for relief from the blistering heat rising from your head. You didn't know what might have become of you without him – between his healing chakra and the herbal remedies used to control your unexplained fever and clear your congested lungs.

You needed him.

You groaned quietly, trying to shift away from the discomfort your tired brain associated with the sweat-soaked sheets, wanting to get up – needing to escape the fire pulsing under your skin, grappling with the bedding to try to pull yourself upright. No shinobi should be seen like this – so weak, so helpless. The attempt was thwarted though, with the gentle persuasion of pressure on your shoulders guiding you back into the damp pillows.

"You are in no condition to even think about getting up yet," came the admonishing tut, as though you were a child that didn't know better. 

Of course, he was right. He was always right. Kabuto knows best. He's the medic, after all, you told yourself, shuddering as you relented and let go. Your gaze drifted toward the foggy, morning sun drifting in through the sheer, fluttering curtains covering dew-stained glass – the room's only source of light. All you wanted was to feel the warmth of the sun on your skin – the cool grass beneath your feet. Anything to get out of this godforsaken bed.

"Wha'swrong with me?" You mumbled to the source of the comforting cold pressed against your forehead through strained breaths, turning away from the light to face him again.

Kabuto chuffed, a certain condescension staining his seemingly caring tone as he hung a bag of fluid and readied a needle. "You don't have the chakra reserves to maintain transformations as long as you have been for these assignments. Honestly, I'm surprised you made it back at all this time. Overexertion wreaks havoc on your immune system, but the rate at which you've been declining concerns me."

Your eyes drifted nervously to the little flash of metal in his hand as a hard swallow strained your parched throat. "Please, don't–"

"I know you don't like needles," he said in an almost apologetic hum, "but this is for your own good."

A swipe of cold cotton on the crease of your elbow made you bite your lip and turn your aching head back toward the window. You wanted to fight him – to climb out into the sunshine. The little pinch, as he always called it, came and went. It wasn't so bad if you didn't look. The fluid running into your arm, though – that was another story. A horrific feeling you couldn't escape. It itched. It burned. Your veins may as well have been filling with molten lead. You hissed through your teeth at the ceiling, eyes clenched shut as a new wave of sweat prickled on your brow. "K-kabuto, please – it hurts–"

"Medicine isn't always kind," he lamented, caressing your cheek, then gently grasping your chin, turned your gaze toward his. "Which is why I'm going to remind you that I'm not above using restraints if you pull that out when I'm not looking again."

It wasn't an idle threat. He'd done it before – once when you were mired in delirium and resisting treatment for a severely infected chest wound. You pulled out stitches and IV lines alike in a poorly conceived attempt to alleviate your discomfort. It took days for you to come to your senses, Kabuto later explained when you awoke confused as to why you were strapped down to your bed. 

He picked up a syringe after releasing you, giving it a quick flick before injecting it into a port in your IV line. "I want you to try to get some sleep while I go run a few tests. Doctor's orders."

Try – as if there were any resisting the sedative that was now filtering into your blood. Your entire body began to sink as your tired eyes followed his movements until they were just too heavy to keep open any longer. You felt a gentle brush of knuckles against your face, prompting his name to tumble pleadingly from your lips. As the world slowly began to fade, a soft, yet somehow ominous reassurance wrapped itself about your drifting consciousness.

"I'm going to take care of you. Don't worry."

#naruto x reader #kabuto x reader #naruto imagines #kabuto imagines #kabuto yakushi #kabuto yakushi x reader #kabuto fanfiction #naruto fanfiction #I was in the mood to be fussed over by a fictional man

[sirenmelodic]

So I am going to show this again as now the story is much farther now. As when this goes up chapter 15 should be up or going up as I update my Orokabu story weekly on Sundays. I try my best and the chapters are decently long. It has mature moments and will have dark themes at times.

#fandom #orokabu fanfic #fanfic #naruto fanfiction #natuto shippuden #naruto #naruto kabuto #kabuto x orochimaru #orochimaru x kabuto #kabuto yakushi #kabuto #yakushi #orochimaruxkabuto #orokabu #orochimaru #long fanfic

[kabutots]

You know that scene where Kabuto kidnaps (mannaps?) Yamato? You can see his glasses were left behind on the husk he came out of. He clearly left without them.

He's seen again later without them while he's a fucking naga when he's talking to Obito.

An error on Kishimoto's part? I don't know, manga/anime clothes don't really have continuity. Everyone wears the same outfit every day 🤷‍♀️

But anyway, not what the post is about.

If I follow the canon path like my last post talked about, Kazumi would be there when it happens. So, I've been mulling over the idea of her taking Kabuto's glasses, assuming they were left behind as shown.

It makes sense for her character to do so, but I don't know what narrative purpose it would have. She would obviously be the one to give them back since she wouldn't trust anyone else with them.

But what would the point be? I know the glasses being left behind itself would show just how lost Kabuto is. And he would get them back because of course he would. It would just be cruel not to.

But like, what would be the PURPOSE of her taking them? It would be a Chekov's Gun of sort, so it would have to play a role in the story later.

I don't know. Even if I follow the canon path I don't know how much of the war I'm going to change.

#my writing #naruto fanfiction #kabuto #kabuto yakushi #naruto #kazumi ogi

[aeirs-moved]

i feel like when youre obsessed with a character for like over 6 months or a year you start to feel "emotions 3" about them like its beyond anything ever. like miyuki in particular makes me so crazy because of the way his personality is slowly unveiled. especially in the beginning, the story is very sawamura-centric, which also shows like how self absorbed sawamura was in his first year etc etc thats not important here tho. the point is that the story isn't focused on miyuki, we see him just from the outside at first as this guy who enjoys pissing people off, who has a lot of respect for those older than him, who loves baseball, who only bats in clutch situations... And like his character development as he grows into his role as captain shows just how much he was lacking before AND just how far he went in his respect for the coaches and the third years to sometimes his own detriment. like when ochiai was teaching sawamura the changeup he was thinking about quitting before it potentially broke sawamuras form and ochiai told him to continue and he just Agreed. even though ochiai KNEW it had a higher chance of breaking sawamuras form. tetsu's advice to miyuki as captain and miyuki's reverence for kataoka's strictness led to the nabe situation... he had such a hard set in stone definition of what a captain should be because of those influences. the nabe situation AND the post-yakushi match "i cant be a captain" thing exposes like how he really is just trying his best to fit these roles and how hes beginning to understand what hes lacking and work on it like in act 2 talking about maezono's compassion "that's what im missing." like AUGHHGHGHHHH like its not LIKE he doesnt have that at all he just struggles to express it like in season one episode 71 in that conversation with kuramochi where he says two different things like how conflicted he feels by how he thinks he SHOULD feel as a captain and how he DOES feel as both a catcher and sawamuras teammate... LIKE these parts of his personality are so important to me and then you just add how fucking AWESOME THAT GUY IS on top of that and then finally garnish it with terajima's comments about him on twitter like "miyuki talks a lot when he's happy" like its so CUTE!!! like all these miyuki moments just sit in my brain and have boiled for so long its like a syrup. like he's annoying he's awesome he's cute he's stupid he's admirable i hate him he sucks he's the only character that matters he's lame. LIKE i just. AUGH!!!!!!! NO and like i'm burdened by understanding miyuki like sooooo many people just do not understand him bjt like all of this is in the text. like PLEASEEE learn basic character analysis. if you walk away from miyuki thinking of fanfiction to write about him and sawamura you don't understand him. like YES he's kind of gay NO that's not important to his character. turn your BRAIN on and watch the shwo again and get back to me when you understand how emotionally stunted, baseball obsessed, tryharding he is. like hes more than just awesome and gay and hes ESPECIALLY more than someone who likes getting under others' skin as a power thing or a s*x thing 🤢 ALSO hes like 16 pleaseeee kill yourselvesssss HOW do you people misinterpret an anime for middle school boys that badly. ANYWAY my point is by thinking about miyuki as often as i have these last 6-12 months i've reached enlightenment

#ray.txt #long post