Still As Handsome As Ever! Im The Luckiest Girl In The World~

Still as handsome as ever! I’m the luckiest girl in the world~

Is this what you would look like now if you didn’t become a puppet, my love~?

Hm...with less abs for show perhaps~

@kiigan Welcome home, Itachi~

Izumi blinked a few times, mentally slapping herself for being so foolish.

“Think, Izumi. Think!” Her inner monologue practically shouted at her as she reached for Keitaro’s hands and guided them towards her body.

“Here, I’ll put your hands on my shoulders and you can turn me around when you’re ready.”

She hummed happily once his hands were securely on her shoulders, a shy smile tugging on her lips.

This was a whole new experience for the female Uchiha. If her Mother knew that she was at a bath-house with a complete stranger, she would lose her mind, even though Izumi was an adult. Her Mother was strict, to say the least, and still acted as if her daughter was a mere child. Alas, Izumi did her own thing and was authentically herself. And right now, she was captivated by the kind-natured samurai in his birthday suit standing behind her.

She swallowed nervously and pulled herself off of Keitaro’s noticeably warm body before clearing her throat.

“I was in the Third Division, where shinobi and samurai alike who focused on close to mid-range combat were preferred. Kakashi Hatake was our leader…”

She tapped the samurai’s shoulder and turned herself around, her back facing him.

“… You’re all done! My turn, please!”

She dipped her fingertips into the water and swept her hand back and forth, creating small waves as pictures of the Ninja War flashed in her mind.

“It was… Intense. I’m glad that I was put to use, but… I wish that the fighting didn’t have to happen.”

Just a real bad bitch~

Mod // UGH OH MY GOD GAARAAAAAA! I LOVE HIM SO MUUUUUUCH!😍😍😭😭😭❤️❤️

Gaara Relationship Headcanons (Part 1 - Catching Feelings)

Summary: Some personal headcanons of mine for how Gaara would catch feelings for his partner.

Warnings: Mentions of Death.

Notes: Since I am lacking inspiration for a longer fic, here are some ideas of mine for how Gaara would catch feelings for his lover! May do more of these for other Naurto boys, so if you have a specific request let me know! :)

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Gaara had a rough upbringing to put it simply, and for him to even catch feelings for someone would take a while. I feel he could adore anyone; he doesn't care about your appearance at all that wouldn't be the reason he'd catch feelings for you.

Most likely he'd fall for someone from the Hidden Leaf. Say you two met during the Chūnin Exams where you were a part of Team Seven with Naruto. You were one of the few who didn't immediately fear him and even attempted to speak to him. You were met with a threatening response of course, and the look on your face he'd definitely remember.

You looked disappointed, before listening to his threat and backing off respecting his boundaries. He felt something then that he hadn't felt for a long time, he felt guilty that the small frown on your expression would haunt him throughout the entire duration of the exams.

No one had ever wanted to speak to him before, yet you did and it seemed genuine, but he convinced himself that you were just like his uncle faking being interested in him to gain an advantage to kill him later.

The boy would most likely attempt to kill you, only to be stopped by the combined efforts of you and Naruto after he let Shukaku take over.

You then offered your hand to help him up. He was a monster, yet you offered your hand to help him up even after he tried to kill you. He was shocked. When that occurred, you and Naruto helped open his eyes and he felt guilty for attempting to kill you.

Before he could take your hand, his siblings came to get him and he was still thinking about you and Naruto when he returned to the Hidden Sand.

But, more often than not he found himself thinking about you. Your smile and the way you still held your hand out for him were what motivated him to become better.

You two ran into each other every so often on combined missions between the Sand and the Leaf but he couldn't bring himself to speak to you beyond what was needed for the mission at hand.

The next time he encountered you and really spoke to you was when you came to his village with Naruto and a few other Leaf shinobi to rescue him from the hands of the Akatsuki. While you didn't arrive to save him on time before he was killed, when he was revived by Granny Chiyo your face filled with tears was the first thing he saw.

And the first words he uttered was an apology to you. Why on earth would you cry for him? Yes, he was the Kazekage now but surely you didn't still think of him as much as he thought of you.

He had been waiting to see you, more than he realized at the time, he had tried to take your life, yet you cried when he lost his.

It warmed his heart in a way that only occurred when you first offered him your hand and when you first tried to speak to him three years ago.

But what really brought warmth back into his body was when you instantly lit up when you saw that he was alive once again wiping your tears and offering your hand to help him up like you had done all those years ago. This time he was able to take it and you and Naurto helped the Kazekage back to the village.

He thanked the two of you giving you both a smile, and from then on he found himself requesting you for joint missions to the Hidden Sand more often when he could. Gaara didn't even really realize why he was, he just found himself drawn to your presence.

It didn't take long for Kankurō and Temari to realize how much he requested you be sent on the joint missions to Sunagakure and they stayed silent at first to confirm their suspicions on your next mission.

They noticed how their younger brother seemed to go out of his way to speak to you directly even when it wasn't necessary as you weren't the captain of these missions. On the surface, it may just look like he was being extra cautious, but they knew Gaara better than that and confronted him.

Kankurō first teased Gaara about it, and when he didn't get a response Temari asked him about you. The Kazekage was confused by what his older siblings were on about until they explained how he favored you.

It was then that he finally confessed about this strange feeling in his chest and the warmth he felt when you were around. That was when his older siblings explained to him that what he felt towards you was love or as Kankurō put it a "crush." He didn't know what to do with this information, there was no way you felt the same.

However, with a little push in the right direction and some not-so-helpful ideas from his brother he may have an idea on how to make his true feelings known because deep down he wants your love but would never force you he wants to go about earning your heart in the right way.

If Itachi’s previous words had been witnessed by anyone else, they could potentially come across as harsh or unnecessary. To Izumi, however, they were simply him. The Itachi Uchiha she had been friends with since they were young children, the same one she cared deeply for and would drop everything for to tend to his needs.

Her midnight-coloured orbs locked with his own onyx ones and a radiant smile adorned her features as she felt Itachi’s fingers intertwine with hers.

“No need to apologise, Ita…”

She started to say, pausing after his shortened nickname slipped past her lips.

“I know that you’re just itching to get back out there, but please, cut yourself some slack. There’s no point in beating yourself up the way you are…”

She shifted herself closer to Itachi and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, a determined look appearing on her face.

“Whatever you need to do once you’ve healed properly, please let me help you. Right now, I want you to know that you’re not alone. I’m doing this-- taking care of you and Sasuke-- because I want to, not because I have to. I will always be here for you both, Itachi.”

Being this close to him, to the one person she had admired for so long, made her heart race in her chest. Yes, it was obvious to everyone how she felt about the Uchiha Prodigy, except for the young man himself. Would Izumi ever confess to him, you might ask? The answer to that is yes, but she would do it when the moment was right.

Why was all of this happening? Why Itachi? Why him of all people?

After losing her own Father to the Nine Tails years ago, she knew the pain of burying a parent. To this day, the harrowing scene of the man she loved most in the world dying haunted her mind. The way he collapsed to his knees in front of her, blood spilled from his mouth, and he took his very last breath. That same scene that unlocked her Sharingan, the ‘curse of the Uchiha Clan’.

She sighed as she carried a tea cup and saucer filled nearly to the brim with green tea, his favourite, towards Itachi’s room. As she entered and saw said man sitting up, her brows furrowed.

“Itachi Uchiha… What have I told you about moving too much? I understand that you want to get up and go about your days like usual, but you need to allow your body to rest, okay?”

She placed the saucer and cup down on Itachi’s bed-side table and sat herself on the edge of the mattress, locking eyes with him and offering him a gentle smile.

“Need I remind you that I’m here for you? Whatever you need and however long you need me for, I’ll be here. We’ll get through this together, I promise you.”

She swallowed the nervous lump in her throat and reached over to place her small, pale hand on top of his larger, warmer one. He felt so welcoming, like she was home with him. These last few days taking care of him had been… A rollercoaster of emotions. Sadness, anger, hopelessness, she felt all of these things. But, seeing how much Itachi relied on her gave her a purpose. And not that she’d ever tell, but she truly adored helping Itachi eat and tucking him into bed of a nighttime. It was a routine that she knew would come to an end as soon as the male Uchiha had recovered, but she was going to enjoy it for as long as she could.