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Can you draw your favorite OTP?

Sat, 23 Jun 2018 07:29:18 -0400

WAIT. Yes, while this is the one thing I keep drawing it’s NOT actually my favorite ship! (And yes that’s me, smol af, undeniably smaller than Sakura because wowsers.)

Fanfiction: Fanonizing OTP no jutsu!

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Red String of Fate Chapter 2: You're Toxic, I'm Slipping Under, a naruto fanfic | FanFiction

Sat, 23 Jun 2018 07:28:44 -0400

Red String of Fate Chapter 2: You're Toxic, I'm Slipping Under, a naruto fanfic | FanFiction

paokous: & why wouldn’t itachi appreciate how strong,...

Sat, 23 Jun 2018 07:28:25 -0400

paokous:

& why wouldn’t itachi appreciate how strong, dedicated, hardworking sakura is in a nonmass au???? ✨✨✨
extra: obligatory sasuke & naruto not being ok with their only female teammate being taken by some other guy (even if its your own brother)

Red String of Fate Chapter 4: Help Me Out of This Hell, a naruto fanfic | FanFiction

Sat, 23 Jun 2018 07:27:56 -0400

Red String of Fate Chapter 4: Help Me Out of This Hell, a naruto fanfic | FanFiction

imjustjeremy: Shisui making sure that his cousin is taking good...

Sat, 23 Jun 2018 07:27:51 -0400

imjustjeremy:

Shisui making sure that his cousin is taking good care of his dear Sakura-chan

wastedcase: when someone shits on my otp

Sat, 23 Jun 2018 07:27:43 -0400

wastedcase:

*when someone shits on my otp*

the-nerdyblackchick: lil sea dragon sakura

Sat, 23 Jun 2018 07:27:38 -0400

the-nerdyblackchick:

lil sea dragon sakura

Hollow Point 02

Sat, 23 Jun 2018 07:27:14 -0400

sariasprincy-writes:

One // Two (here)

Chapter Two
One part pretty, two parts ‘don’t care’

A gust of wind blew in from the river. It swept over the pier and onto the dock, lowering the temperature another few degrees. The breeze caught the ends of Sakura’s hair and whipped them about her face. She brushed the stands back, tucking them behind her ears before she pulled her jacket tighter around herself.

Why Sakura had agreed to meet at the shipping yard at night, she hadn’t the faintest clue. She hated the cold. She hated being it in. She hated all the layers she had to wear. She just hated it. It made her miss the warm beaches of the Mediterranean with its blue waters and white sand beaches.

What did New York have? Smog and tainted water that didn’t reach above seventy even in the summer?

At least the skyline was something to gaze at.

Before her, the city lights danced across the river like shattered diamonds. The breeze made them dance, twisting and waving like they were performing a private show. It was almost enough to distract from the cold.

Almost.

Sakura wrapped her arms further around herself as she pushed up onto her toes before rocking back onto her heels. Her gaze slipped around the parking lot again. Still empty.

“No sign yet,” Kakashi said in her ear.

Sakura curled her fingers around her cellphone, careful to avoid accidentally tugging on the headphones connected to her ear. “He’ll be here,” she said into the built-in microphone.

“You sound sure.”

Even over the wind, she heard his doubt. She didn’t share it. “He still has another five minutes. Besides, he knows the consequences.”

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imjustjeremy: Uchiha Daisuke

Sat, 23 Jun 2018 07:26:55 -0400

imjustjeremy:

Uchiha Daisuke

Hemlock CH 2

Sat, 23 Jun 2018 07:26:49 -0400

0hdeer:

[CH 1] - [CH 2] - [CH 3] - [CH 4]

[ao3] [FF.net]

Warnings for this chapter: [descriptions of gore]

With a startled gasp, Sakura’s eyes opened in the dark. Pale pink hair came to cover her face as she sat up, quickly shrugging off the thick blankets that she had cocooned around herself.

Dazed eyes moved and blearily focused on the clock hung on the wall. It showed five in the morning. Her small hands came to rub at her eyes furiously, trying to chase away the remnants of the nightmare that woke her up.

Sakura sighed quietly. She was wide awake now, and didn’t know what to do with herself. She had only managed to sleep for about two hours before her nightmares had cast her into the waking world.

She was already tired thinking about it.

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pxnkpxp: \ itachi x sakura \ “i wonder if, in some parallel...

Sat, 23 Jun 2018 07:26:05 -0400

pxnkpxp:

\ itachi x sakura \

“i wonder if, in some parallel universe, i an someone you are able to love. i wonder if i am someone who cares if you do.”

La Vie Est Belle Chapter 3

Sat, 23 Jun 2018 07:25:40 -0400

skylaaland:

Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Itasaku
Rating: T

Summary:AU non-massacre. Because they said that the best relationships are the ones you never saw coming. ItaSaku.

Again, SPECIAL THANKS TO MY BETA la moonlight lily. I Just wanna say you’re such an inspiration and a huge encouragement. I couldn’t have written this chapter without you.

If you want to read this is on FF.net here is the link, go check it out
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12880826/1/La-vie-est-belle

Chapter 3: Conversations

“We must let go of the life we had planned, so as to accept the one that is waiting for us.”
- Joseph Campbell
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The door creaked as Uchiha Fugaku entered their home - his forehead lined with every inch of the burden instilled in his body. His day had been even more tiring than usual
.“Tadaima.” His wife appeared in their living room.
His eyes brightened by a fraction, and his brows less scrunched. Mikoto was here.
One could easily overlook the subtle change in Fugaku’s mood but it was evident to his wife’s eyes, for she knew him well.
“Anata.” his onyx orbs displayed unadulterated affection.They were alone in their home; Sasuke had left for a mission earlier that morning while Itachi was still tending to the needs of their clan. Mikoto revelled in this privacy, approaching her husband until she was standing nose-to-nose with him.
“Tiring day?” Her hand reached up to graze his cheek.
He nodded in her hand.
The lines around her eyes became perceptible as gentleness took over her features. “Is this about Sakura? I heard what happened today.”
He spoke, “she is persistent about remaining active.”
Though the matriarch’s presence was not there to grace the meeting, she understood her husband’s words as soon as they left his mouth; this was an Uchiha custom. “It is only to be expected.” She giggled at him. “It had been a hard decision for me as well.”
His lips shifted to the barest of frowns, displeased by this revelation. “You never told me that.”
His brooding governed a small laugh from his wife. “I married you, didn’t I? So I don’t see how that still matters.” She softly pecked his cheek, causing him to give a minuscule smile in return.
His scarred hands laid securely on her hips as he delicately tugged her body to rest within the safety of his embrace, her hands softly clutching the fabric on his chest. The smallness of his actions were in great contrast to the love he held for the woman in his arms.
Time became insignificant as they both stood completely still in an attempt to steal and keep this moment for much longer. The lack of any sound was substantial but to them it gave nothing but serenity.
The matriarch lifted her head up from its resting place; gazing up to look him in the eye.“So what are you planning to do?”
“We will have a meeting tomorrow regarding Sakura’s request. It is still not decided what course of action we will take from here on out.” His strong voice that echoed in their empty walls managed to mask the weariness his mind was heavily feeling.
The clan matriarch sighed in response. “I understand.”
Mikoto had always been a woman so full of compassion. It was encoded in her very nature to possess every bit of empathy and to graciously give it away, especially to those whom she loved. When she told her husband that she understood, she meant it; in every sense of word. She took pity on her husband, who was relentlessly being worn down by their clan’s insatiable pursuit for power, and for Sakura, who was being subjected to it as a tool. Her caring heart made her different than the rest - feeling, and more human. Though this wasn’t of any concern to her, she couldn’t help but feel the need to take action - but she knew she couldn’t. She could not, and will not, for even she - with all her heart - understood that there were matters left best untouched. As of the moment, a front row seat was all she could afford.
Aware of her concern growing obvious, the Uchiha wife eradicated all traces of worry plastered on her face, replacing it with her usual warm persona. She must tend to her husband first. “I have prepared your bath. Go take it now, so you can rest.”
Her husband left with a quick kiss on her forehead, making her glow radiantly in ardor.
With heavy eyes, she watched as her husband’s figure became shadowed by the darkness of their hallways as his muted footsteps trailed farther in absence. As soon as he vanished from sight, the smile she strongly held dropped to a thin line. Her eyes remained on where her husband once was, her mind traveling to different places at once.
Mikoto was certain of one thing and that was for now, she must give way for fate to choose its own destiny.
“Fugaku-sama, how are we suppose to deal with what Haruno-san’s asking of us?” One Uchiha elder spoke with much concern lacing his panicked voice.
Uchiha Kane scoffed in incredulousness. “We need not be concerned - Tsunade is bluffing. She is merely testing how far we will tolerate her behavior before she gives in to fear. We are not obliged to bow to that child’s ridiculous ideals,” Kane finished with much condescension seething from his tone.
Mitokado, also a clan elder, challenged the former - looking down upon his reasoning. “I don’t think the Hokage is telling us lies. We cannot get on Tsunade-sama’s bad side and risk our clan’s standing. It will cost us more damage than we can afford.”
Kane sneered at him in mocking contempt. “I never expected you to be a puppet of her decisions.”
“I did not expect you to be this rash, Kane. We are talking about the future of our clan and not some competition where you can prove your sense of pride.” Mitokado remained unmoved by his taunting.
The room became filled with suppressed tension from the two unyielding forces.
Exasperated by his own people, Fugaku decided to interject, “enough.” The slam of his closed fist silenced everyone in the room. “We will speak of this matter as educated people.“
Everyone in the room bowed their heads except for Kane, who was unrepentant.
A calm voice coming from another Uchiha broke through the eerie silence. "I think our main concern should be Haruno-san’s attitude; she’ll be hard to control. She is too much of a spit fire to be considered as a matriarch.”
“Wouldn’t it be better if we just pick someone from our own? I am against the staining of our noble heritage. I am sure that there are others more worthy than she,” the fifth of the Uchihas present spoke.
Kane regarded him. “Indeed, but must we all be reminded that the reason we all agreed to choose her was to expand our border of influence? She may be a brat but it is undeniable that her connections are far wider than any other candidate. The Hokage adores her student and if we have her on our side we can only imagine the benefits we can gain. Her circle of friends and acquaintances also includes individuals who are powerful enough within Konoha. Once she becomes part of the clan, our matters will be hers too, and we could do well to benefit from what she could persuade these connections of hers to do for us.”
Mitokado cleared his throat before respectfully requesting to be heard. “Fugaku-sama, if I may, even with Sakura-san’s bold request I believe that it will still be wise to pursue this matrimony between her and Itachi-san.” He paused, as if unsure if he was overstepping his place
The clan head looked at him with a clear expression, urging him to continue. “Please elaborate.”
“The Hokage’s student is more than what her worth appears to be. In more ways than one, she can be really beneficial for the good of our clan.”
Himoto questioned him. “In what ways?”
“I have been made aware that Haruno-san is more of a medic than a field worker. Since she runs the hospital, she only accepts an average of one mission per month- sometimes even less, depending on the circumstances.” He took a breather. “With this in mind, her mission workload is not too heavy that she is always required outside. We can also turn this situation to our advantage by maximizing her services and making her the official medic of our clan. It would be great to have someone we can hire from the inside than to trust our health to a complete stranger.” Mitokado finished with grace and much eloquence that a few became convinced by his reasoning.
The last Uchiha elder, who had remained mute during the entire exchange suddenly spoke,“I would have to support both Kane-san and Mitokado-san. It would only cause us a little compromise to use her to our benefit. As Mitokado-san mentioned, Haruno-san rarely works in the field. Meaning that should we give in to her demand, her presence inside the village would be almost constant, with infrequent missions, some of which could be diplomatic with the heads of other villages.” He paused to take a breath before continuing, “as such, not only will she fulfil our requirement for her being present at almost all times, but we can also use her to strengthen the ties of the Uchiha to other villages. And of course have her become a medic for the clan.”
After the last Uchiha spoke, all eyes turned to their clan head, expectant for his response.
The tension grew as they anticipated their leader’s course of action, knowing that the outcome of this meeting would substantially affect their clan one way or another - no matter what that outcome was.
For the fifteenth time this day, the patriarch released an inaudible breath of enervation. The clear schism between the members’ sentiments complicated things further.
Though the final decision was his, Uchiha Fugaku gave way to democracy, aware that it was the only means to avoid further dissonance. “Those who are not in favor of this matrimony, promptly speak up so we may know.”
Only three out of seven raised their hands
.Left with no choice but to side with the apparent, Fugaku declared with a finality, “majority states that the wedding is to be pursued. It is settled. We shall inform the Hokage tomorrow. You are all dismissed.”
“Come in, Sakura.” Tsunade’s voice reverberated around the room and in the wooden doors of her office - giving signal to Sakura that it was her queue to come in.
“Shishou,” Sakura lightly greeted Tsunade before becoming aware of the mountain of paperwork her mentor was currently drowning herself into. “Busy day?”
“Tell me about it,” the blonde grumbled under her breath.
Sakura’s lips quirked upwards. “I am genuinely surprised you’re not reeking of alcohol right now.”
“I can’t,” she groaned deeply, as if truly pained. “Shizune hid all of it.”
This caused the pinkette to giggle. “Well maybe if you haven’t been skipping work too much she wouldn’t have to hide it.”
“Yeah, yeah. But who can blame me for choosing alcohol over dipshits who make my life miserable.”
“Point taken.”
Tsunade suddenly looked straight to her face, as if remembering something. “Speaking of dipshits, the reason why I called you in was because the Uchiha clan finally sent their response to your gutsy demands. They want us to know that they agree.”
Sakura’s eyes popped out in surprise. “What?!”
Tsunade gave her a deadpan look. “Do I really have to repeat myself?”
The pinkette waved her hands “Uh no. It’s just, they accepted? Just like that?” Her eyes were wide in disbelief.
Tsunade raised a defined eyebrow at her, as if she found the younger kunoichi’s whole reaction amusingly absurd. “Of course not.” She handed Her student an envelope.
"They want you to be their medic; more specifically, Itachi’s.“
Sakura silently took the file.
The Hokage rested her chin on her closed fist. "I suspect that they are having several eye problems - mainly an effect of strenuous use over long periods of time. You might need to conduct a bit of research on them but it’s nothing that complicated; the Uchiha medics are just really incompetent, as much as they hate to admit it.”
Under scrunched brows, Sakura spoke, “I understand.”
“How are you taking this in?” Her blonde mentor suddenly took concern on her well being.
“I half expected that they would pull something like this, so the impact’s not too hard.” She sighed in vexation before admitting, “I just hope that they won’t put the entire clan under my supervision. After all, I still have the hospital under my care.” The kunoichi rubbed her throbbing temples; a headache was already forming just thinking about the new set of responsibilities that she would be given.
“I think imposing a medical training for their members would be a good idea.” Tsunade scoffed in thought, “The reason why their medical skills are lacking is because they refuse any form of help from us. If they trust you enough, you can start a program or anything of that sort. Your burden and the hospital’s would be lighter once they actually start making use of their overflowing resources and not waste them.”
“I’ll take note of that.”
“That’s all of it. Everything else that you need to know is in that file, including their customs and what roles are expected of you as the future matriarch. You can go now.” Tsunade nodded to her student to take her leave.
Sakura needed to go fill her shifts, so she went on her way to where she spent most of her hours.
She trudged to the hospital in a complete daze, her mind once again occupied by troublesome thoughts of her unknown future. Her footsteps were guided by nothing but absolute familiarity of said path, for she dared not even look to where her body was heading.
She was caught so unaware of her surroundings that an absent-minded turn caused her to painfully bump into what seemed like a wall of bricks, making her lose balance.
“Aah!” Sakura flapped her arms in an attempt to recover from her awkward fight against gravity but a hand encircled her wrist - pulling her properly to her feet.
Sakura fixed her attention to her savior, only to find Sasuke sulking down at her.
“Oh. Hey Sasuke!” She was bearing a startled expression, surprised by his sudden appearance. The last time she saw him was at the hospital, and the last time she got to talk to him was even more way behind.
He grunted at her. “With your clumsiness, I still wonder how you’re already a Jounin.”
A vein ticked on her forehead.She mentally argued her teammate was mistaken. She was not clumsy, just occupied.
“You’re just bitter I made it before you did.” She stuck her tongue at him as childishly as possible.
Sasuke glared at her - confirming that he was still touchy about that subject.
Sakura giggled at his sensitivity, making the Uchiha brood even more. She was rarely this immature; only when she was with her team.
“You’re annoying.” Sakura grinned at him. “But you still love me.”
“I don’t have a choice.” He gave her a meaningful look. “Especially that you’re going to be family now.”
Her mood dropped, immediately understanding his implication.“I’m your family, with or without the marriage. I thought you already knew that.” She was frowning at him, evidently displeased by his outlook.
He shrugged. “Hn. I’ll walk you to the hospital.”
They walked side by side, their footsteps falling into a slow rhythm.Tranquilly, they treked their path before he decided to attack her once more with his reprimand.
"You’re stupid for doing that. You’re an idiot For agreeing to this marriage.“
Sakura’s muscles tensed, surprised by his sudden onslaught.Her initial reaction was to lash out on him in defensive hostility but she was aware that would be pointless and unnecessary, so she kept herself relaxed though her mind was in haywire."I didn’t have a choice.”
His insouciant gaze turned to her with all the confidence and certainty in the world. “Yes, you do.”
“I don’t,” she insisted, causing Sasuke to glare at her in exasperation.
“Stop thinking that everything is your responsibility, because it isn’t,
Sakura."His cold demeanor pushed her off the edge, making her lose control. She scowled at him. "Maybe, you’re right! Maybe this is not my responsibility, and maybe I’m really stupid for doing this, but what do you know, huh?! Well I’m sorry if I’m not like you because I…"She ran a hand through her hair. ”…I just can’t bear the idea of someone suffering the consequences of my decisions,“ she hesitated,"that’s why I did it.”
Sasuke was silent. He knew Sakura enough to be aware that once she made up her mind, it would be futile to convince her otherwise. Fighting would cause nothing but dissension in their relationship. Besides, what’s done is done.
Sasuke’s lack of response made her feel guilty for lashing out on him. She didn’t mean to shout at him, for she knew that he did what he did out of concern.When she finally composed herself, she peeked at him, putting on her best cutesy expression. “I’m sorry for shouting."
He rolled her eyes but she didn’t fail to notice that he was also smirking. "You’re annoying.”
“I know.” She smiled in half apology.
As if remembering something, she added, “oh by the way, do Naruto and Kakashi-sensei already know?”
“I think Kakashi does but Naruto doesn’t. I don’t think you’d appreciate him spreading it all over town so I retained the information to myself.” He kept his head straight to the path, not bothering to look her way.
Sakura’s forehead scrunched in slight concern. “How about you? Since whe-
"Sasuke cut her off. "I was informed even before you were.” She gaped at him, making his eyebrows rise. “What? Did you forget that this is my clan we are talking about?” He was teasing her.
Sakura defended, “uh, no. It’s just that you never brought it up so I thought you were unaware.”
“There was no use for it, this matter is out of my hands so there is nothing I could do.” Sasuke’s tone of voice remained placid but the way his hands were fisted did not escape her notice.Her heart grew soft for her teammate. ‘
Sasuke may always seem detached and insouciant, but she knew that behind that thick veneer was a man who cared deeply.
She now understood why he was acting like he did ever since she bumped into him - he must think that this was partly his fault, causing him to be more indignant than usual. Sakura was aware that he was angered by his lack of power, though he refused to admit it.
She didn’t want him to feel that way. After all, they were two sides of the same coin.
“When I was younger I thought you’d be the one I’m marrying,” she said out of the blue, making Sasuke’s brows furrow.“I was really annoying back then, constantly asking you on dates and force-feeding you apples.” She chuckled at the thought. “You know, I really liked you before - but I think you know that already.” She gazed upwards, her eyes reflecting the memories she so intently keeps. “If there is only one good thing in my life, that would be you guys. When my parents died, I thought I already lost everything that mattered - but I didn’t, because I still have you, and Naruto, and Kakashi. You guys are my family.”
Sasuke lost himself in his thoughts that he was mildly surprise they were already standing in front of the hospital building.He did not see her purpose for telling him this.
“This marriage. This uncertain life that I’m about to dive into, is all so scary for me.” Sakura sighed. “I know I appear so sure of myself, as if I didn’t care for my future as long as I continue being a ninja, but that’s not true at all. I’m terrified of this responsibility, of this love-less marriage with your brother. I am so, so scared of whatever this is, but knowing you’ll be there with me makes me feel better. Every time I see you in that home, I’ll be reminded once more that I didn’t lose everything.” Her eyes became glazed by the sudden rush of ungovernable tears trying to break free from their confinement. “So you see, you’re not useless,” she finished with a smile, beaming at him even though her soul felt the opposite .A single rebellious drop of salt water rolled onto her cheek, but she quickly brushed it off.
She threw her arms around his neck in a hug before whispering a ‘Thank you’ into his ear. She left faster than the wind, leaving Sasuke stunned in his place.
He was against this arrangement the moment he was informed, but he was on a mission when the meeting occurred. He knew what it was for so he didn’t think much of it, expecting that Sakura’s stubborn side will take over. By the time he got home, news came to his ear about the stunt his teammate pulled. He was already searching for her when she bumped into to him. His only intention was to berate her for her foolishness, but never in a million years did he expect their conversation to take this peculiar turn and he blamed it on Sakura’s faultless heart.
Sasuke finally turned to go on his way, never experiencing the same feeling of discordancy and anger towards his clan the same way that he does now.
Sakura wiped her tears away as she walked along the corridors of the white-washed hospital.
Her heart wrenching talk with Sasuke drained so much of her energy that she wanted nothing but to go home and sink in the smooth sheets of her bed. She didn’t intend for their conversation to go that far, but she felt that he needed to hear what she has to say.
Sakura quietly entered the confines of her office, only to be greeted with a sight of two overly familiar blonds lounging almost too comfortably on her leather sofa.
“Hi Sakura-chan!”
“Ugh, forehead what took you so long! I’ve been rotting for hours inside this boring place with this idiot.” Ino pointed to the blond jinchuriki in exaggeration.
Sakura was perplexed. “I think It’s more important for me to ask: why are you guys here? More importantly, why are you two together?”
As the moment dragged on, her befuddlement escalated.
Her two best friends may have the same coloring and boisterous personality, but everyone in the village knew that they didn’t get along well. Them sitting together so peacefully was a blaring sign that there’s something awfully wrong.
“Well, you see Sakura-chan, I accidentally heard this really funny - but totally not cool - story from this Uchiha ANBU when I was on my way to see Baa-chan. I first thought that it was nothing but a weird kink they’re into but as I thought about it, it seemed too real! I had to come to you ASAP and ask you questions, so I did, but I bumped into Ino and I told her ‘Hey, Ino, have you seen Sakura?’ but she told me, 'I was actually wondering the same thing’, so we got to talking and we came here together,” Naruto proclaimed in one breath.
Ino affirmed while nodding profusely, “exactly what he said.”
Sakura massaged her temples; her head was aching from Naruto’s sudden barrage of information. “That is way too much information and yet that doesn’t really explain why both of you are here.”
The two blonds threw knowing looks over to the other, as if having a telepathic conversation.
Ino sighed. “Well, it’s just that both of us heard that you’re getting married.”
“Yeah! And not to mention to Itachi.” The jinchuuriki’s face scrunched, disgusted by the mere idea of what he was saying.
“Kami.” Sakura slapped her forehead with her right palm. "How many times exactly do I have to talk about this?” she whispered more to herself than to other people.
“So is it true or not?” Ino asked impatiently.
The pinkette was exasperated. “Can we not talk about this today? I have a lot of things to do. I’ll explain later.”
“Nuh-uh Forehead, I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s going on.” Ino crossed her arms in emphasis on how serious she was.
“JUST TELL ME YOU’RE NOT MARRYING THAT EVIL SADIST.” Naruto’s voice boomed in the background.
Sakura shifted her body to face before staring him down. “Itachi is not evil, Naruto.”
“Yes he is, he tortures newbies for fun and then laughs at their pain!” he bit back with much conviction.
“That’s a baseless rumor Naruto, Itachi doesn’t laugh.”
“SEE, YOU DON’T DENY THAT HE TORTURES THEM!” He pointed his index finger in a bold accusation.
The telltales that the Uchiha heir tortures ANBU trainees had indeed been circling around for a while. The idea seemed absurd since Itachi didn’t seem like that kind of man, but one could not be too sure.
“Can you two please stop? You guys are giving me a headache,” Ino burst out, making the bickering couple zip their mouths. Ino ran a hand through her hair to settle her exploding nerves. She turned to Sakura. “Look Sak, I don’t really give a damn if you marry him…coz like he’s rich, powerful, mysterious, hot, and not to mention has looks that should be illegal. I’d marry him if you weren’t so fast - but that’s not the point. My point is, why wasn’t I informed that you guys were together?! I wasn’t even aware that you guys had a thing!”
Naruto’s orbs began to widen, getting the wrong idea from what Ino was saying. “OH MY GOD, WAIT DON’T TELL ME, DID HE SEDUCE YOU?”
Sakura thought that she heard Naruto wrong, but the look he was giving her said otherwise. She shook her head. “What? Uh no, that’s not it.”
“Are you really marrying him or not?” Ino was getting impatient.
Sakura winced - conscious that she couldn’t avoid the matter any longer. “I am.”
A tormented cry of disdain was heard all over Konoha.
“BUT SAKURA-CHAN YOU CAN’T!”
“I can, and I’m going to in two months,” Sakura replied.
Ino suddenly spoke in awe, “wow forehead! I suspected that you had a thing for him, I just didn’t expect you to be this fast!"T
he pinkette began to question why she was friends with two of the most idiotic people in Konoha. "Look, its not what you think.”
“I don’t care Sakura-chan! You can’t marry him!
Ino looked at Naruto in disbelief. "What are you? her father?”
Their blabber irked Sakura to the point of irritation. “Can both of you just shut up for a second?” she continued with a tired voice, “I wasn’t seduced nor did Itachi and I have some sort of romantic relation. This is purely politics, we’re both caught up in an arranged marriage. That’s it.”
Naruto got even more fired up but Ino - who was aware of clan affairs - became quiet.“THEY CAN’T DO THIS TO YOU! JUST WAIT SAKURA-CHAN! I’M GONNA KICK THEIR STUPID BUTTS.”
“Naruto, stop it.” Sakura looked him in the eye with a somber stare.
“But-”
“Please, just stop it already. The decision is final. We can’t do anything about it so the last thing I need you to do is to make a further mess of the situation."I
no witnessed how the light in Sakura’s eyes dulled as the moment progressed. Ino was aware how devastating this must be for her best friend. They had to leave her for a while to cope by herself.
Ino stood up and walked to where Naruto was seated. She pulled him up to his feet "Come on let’s go, I’m getting hungry.” Her stern stare was enough to silence every bit of urge Naruto had to resist
.Ino dragged Naruto out of the door but before she herself went out, she turned to Sakura before giving her a concerned smile as she whispered 'I’ll talk to you later’.
Sakura was left all alone in her office with no one but silence.The spring incarnation slumped in her sofa, feeling more spent than ever.
Itachi was target practicing when a familiar chakra came into the vicinity.
Taking one of his kunai, he launched it among the trees with deadly speed and accuracy that it was enough to subdue even a ninja skilled with experience.
“WHOA there baby cuz, is that a proper greeting for your most beloved cousin?” A man instantaneously appeared without warning. His cropped locks were dancing with the wind.
The clan heir turned his attention to the person responsible for interruption. “Shisui.”
“Missed me, Itachi?” The older Uchiha displayed a playful expression.Itachi’s lackadaisical demeanor remained unchanged.
“The past three months have been refreshingly peaceful without your constant presence lurking boisterously as my shadow.”
Shisui grimaced.“Gosh Itachi, you make me appear like some creepy stalker."
The former smirked at that.
"Anyway, I heard you’re getting married. Who’s the unlucky girl?”
“Haruno Sakura.”
Shisui put a finger on his chin in thought. “Hmm, Sakura-chan, huh? I can’t say I’m not jealous baby cuz.”
Itachi pretended not to hear Shisui’s remark as he continued aiming sharp projectiles to his targets.
“So…you also find her pretty, don’t you?"
Another kunai was sent racing towards his head.
Shisui flash-stepped to his side, his eyes as wide as saucers. "HEY I’M KIDDIN’ I’M KIDDING!” The violent tendencies of his cousin made him break a sweat.
“But hey Tachi, in all seriousness I think our clan made a pretty decent match if you compare it to what I was really expecting. Don’t you think so too?”
Itachi kept his head straight, not bothering to face the unconventionally loud Uchiha. “She is tolerable.”
Shisui smirked. “In your language, I assume that’s your way of saying she’s above average.”
“You can think what you want.”
“Stop being such a grouch. Lighten up!” The older male’s persona was filled with such optimism that it was quite contagious, making Itachi’s eyes fractionally brighter.
Itachi had to agree that, putting aside his humane discomfort towards the idea of taking Sakura’s freedom, she was a choice that was obviously superior than the norm. Her status, prowess, and most importantly the kindness of her heart was enough to deem her as a gem only the commendable are worthy of.
His interactions with his intended have been too minimal to form a proper judgement of her character, but the way the people - especially those closest to her circle - revere her was enough to make an initial conclusion that Haruno Sakura was someone of exceptional value.
He saw his impending marriage as a customary prerequisite that came with the title of heir, yet as the events involving their relationship continued to transpire, the more he found himself less diverged and more drawn to this curious life that both of them had to partake in.

“I know it’s already been arranged, but let me do this properly…Will you marry me?” Itasaku

Sat, 23 Jun 2018 07:24:47 -0400

They were grasping at the last lame stalks of wheat in a thrashing field, pretending that a unification wouldn’t mean her people would rise up in the year and set fire to the high walls with their blood. She could see it in their eyes as her palanquin passed through the streets. They would bow their heads and lower their teeth to the ground for a time, but they were as eager for the marriage as she was, which was not at all. If she didn’t murder her husband personally they’d burn her along with the rest of the invaders.

Sakura brushed aside the gold coins that dangled from her headpiece so that they didn’t fall in the way of her line of vision. She was a pretty doll made up in silks and rubies, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t still a lioness in human skin. Her body itched for fighting leathers and a good shield.

The palanquin stilled and then lowered. The curtains were pulled aside and two servants reached in to help her out like she couldn’t do that on her own.

“You’re scowling, I can see it through the veil.”

Sakura glared sideways at her favorite. Ino grinned back.

“Smile, or at lease smooth out those frown lines. You’re not going to die from something like this.”

Sakura tried her best to lessen her glare but felt she was failing as the other servants ducked their chins and averted their gazes. “I was prepared for death, I was never prepared for this.”

Ino hummed, gathering up a section of her train and smoothing it out. “Yes, that’s an interesting problem, but I’m sure they requested you as a bride candidate for a reason over the others. Maybe they’ve had their fill of palace girls.”

“I am not here to satisfy their appetites.”

Ino was quiet for a moment before responding. “No, but you are here to protect your people, and I know you feel that they’ll rise up and revolt if you’re not there to lead them, but maybe there can be some peace between our people if they saw this as less of a sacrifice and more as a merger of forces.”

The pair turned up the grand front staircase of white stonework, carved and polished to blind the climbers. It only made the red of her dress stand out that much more as she climbed with only two others. Everyone else had to be left behind.

“I feel like a sacrifice.”

“You’re not. This was something both sides decided on for peace. Your people love you, but will you use their love to spark a rebellion for your own benefit, or theirs?”

The other servant opposite of Ino looked up hesitantly to watch Sakura’s expression beneath the veil, knowing no one else who could get away with speaking to their princess so bluntly. But, unlike her sisters, Sakura welcomed blunt speech, and readily rewarded those who were brave enough to share it with her. Few others dared.

“You’re an outsider, you wouldn’t understand the people’s pride,” Sakura sighed. “We’ve hated the Uchiha for years.”

“So too did the Senju, but look what happened there.”

“Hashirama Senju wanted to be friends and allies with Madara Uchiha. I’m being married off to a never before seen prince that’s likely just as much of a pig and brute as any of the others.”

Ino giggled and it sounded so much like when they were girls it made something in Sakura’s heart ache. “I don’t know,” Ino began. “I heard the Uchiha are famed for their handsome stock. Maybe you’ll actually enjoy whoever they have in mind for you.”

Sakura and her servants stopped outside the tall brass doors and felt the chill from the deepest parts of the palace not warmed by any sunbeam. It was summer, so she should have been thankful for the cool breeze, but Sakura couldn’t help but feel like a deer on alert, the way all the hairs on her body stood up.

“Here we go,” she breathed before pushing open the doors with her own two hands while servants and guards alike watched on.

It was the first of the traditions she would have to complete over the next few days before the man they picked for her could say he was her husband. And just like she had traditions to complete and see finished, he too would have to perform her rituals.

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Northern Lights [4]

Sat, 23 Jun 2018 07:24:39 -0400

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title Tundra
summary Don’t say dasvidaniya just yet.

Sakura arched an eyebrow. “Rubles?” she repeated.

Tenten nodded, fidgeting with a particularly sharp knife. She sat on the arm of the chair, one elbow resting on Sai’s shoulder. He didn’t seem particularly annoyed by the lack of personal space.

“Cops say that they were fed hundreds of Russian coins before they were killed,” Tenten reported.

“They literally would have been shitting rubles,” Sai added, chuckling at the very idea.

But Sakura let out a sigh, leaning back in her seat.

“That lacks creativity. And here I thought we’d finally see something interesting,” she lamented. She glanced at the bottle of whiskey Sai had brought with him. It was an expensive imported brand. She poured herself a glass. Because if she was going to be bored, she might as well be drunk.

“Mm… I wouldn’t really say that, Boss. They all had the same serial number on them,” Tenten added.

Sakura turned her head toward her. “Oh?”

“We’re trying to figure out if it’s a code or something. Maybe coordinates? Or a phone number?” Tenten went on.

Sakura smiled, white teeth flashing before she took a gulp of her whiskey. She exhaled, feeling the burn travel down her throat, settling in her stomach. Stinging and warm all at once. She tilted her glass a little before she glanced up.

“Hou. Tell me more.”

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imjustjeremy: Learning to be parents

Sat, 23 Jun 2018 07:24:15 -0400

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Learning to be parents

kaiminse: Greek Mythology AU! Sakura as Persephone and Itachi...

Sat, 23 Jun 2018 07:05:55 -0400

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Greek Mythology AU! Sakura as Persephone and Itachi as Hades

“Itachi Uchiha, the gloomy and gentle King of the Underworld. Of course, not everyone knows of his inherent kindness. The anti-social King can come off just as rigid and cold as the underworld he rules. Itachi doesn’t enjoy his station, dealing with death all the time. It wears his old soul down, but he must do what he must to keep the world turning.

His darkest secret is that he covets and yearns for Haruno Sakura, a daughter of Spring. On his rare visits to the surface, he happened to catch a glimpse of her, and was arrested at the sight. Hair like flower petals and eyes like spring personified, the King of the Underworld had never seen anything more lovely.

His heart stuttered and he fled back to his keep”

—hanamidango

itasaku: “Please protect Sakura” Yaasss😍😍👌🏼👌🏼😋😋

Sat, 23 Jun 2018 07:04:46 -0400

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“Please protect Sakura”

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