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Izumi tilted her head in slight confusion, unaware of how erotic her words had sounded.
“T-tease? Me?”
Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his lips linger near her ear and plant a kiss to the sensitive skin of her neck. A shiver ran down her spine at his electric touch, forcing her body against his. Skin to skin.
“W-well, you are… Very handsome and you have an especially kind heart. So, to answer your question… I-I would have to say yes, Keitaro.”
She inhaled deeply, wondering exactly what the samurai, as well as herself, was thinking. Was he attracted to her too, even if he couldn’t see her? Why was she so fascinated by him? Why did she want to get closer? It was like her body was reacting faster than her brain, which is not ideal for a shinobi. In the moment, though, Izumi didn’t care.
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.
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The short walk from the Yamanaka Flower Shop to Konoha’s hospital seemed to drag for 𝐼𝓏𝓊𝓂𝒾 𝒰𝒸𝒽𝒾𝒽𝒶, who was currently sandwiched between 𝐼𝓉𝒶𝒸𝒽𝒾 𝒰𝒸𝒽𝒾𝒽𝒶, her childhood crush, and 𝒯𝑒𝓃𝓂𝒶 𝐼𝓏𝓊𝓂𝑜, his teammate. The tension in the air was so thick that Izumi thought she could slice it with a kunai. She had little knowledge of what exactly transpired on their last mission, but what she did know was that someone close to her was nearly killed.
Arriving at the hospital with a bouquet of daisies in hand, the young female Uchiha and her companions were escorted to the room of 𝑅𝓎𝓊𝓊 𝒩𝒶𝓇𝒶, the third genin of Team 2 and Izumi’s 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱.
With a sombre expression, Izumi seated herself on the edge of the hospital bed and presented Ryuu the arrangement of white and yellow flowers.
“How are you feeling today, Ryuu? Ita, Tenma and I picked you up some flowers to help cheer you up! We really hope you like them!”
Out of the corner of her eye, Izumi noticed the two young shinobi males standing awkwardly, unaware of what to do in this type of situation.
“I wasn’t going to say anything, but you two are making ME uneasy just by looking at you…”
Itachi and Tenma stood to attention as they were 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕, their ears turning a light shade of crimson.
“… Please tell me what happened.”
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Izumi closed her eyes and hummed as the fresh, evening wind blew through her dark brown locks. Up there on the balcony, she felt so free, so calm… Except for the fact that her childhood crush was standing right next to her, staring nonchalantly at the other households in the Uchiha Compound. At least, that’s how Itachi would come across to others, but to Izumi? No. The cogs in Itachi’s mind were turning so quickly that she could practically hear them.
“Itachi, I think we should talk.…”
She started feebly, working up the courage to have a heart-to-heart with the Uchiha Prodigy.
“The last week or so has been rough on you, Tenma and Ryuu… But, now, I just wanna talk about you and how you feel for a minute. Is that okay?”
Her hands settled on a spot in front of her on the balcony’s handrail and she took a deep breath, exhaling sharply.
“How have you been handling your Sharingan? I’m still struggling with mine, so… I just want you to know that I’m here for you no matter what.”
𝕀𝕫𝕦𝕞𝕚 𝕌𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕙𝕒 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤:
Loves hugs (especially from behind or when her partner lifts her up and spins her around)
Forehead kisses are her weakness (neck and ear kisses drive her crazy, too)
Love language is touch, gift-giving and cooking
Loves being gifted flowers, dango, and hand-made things (putting thought into a gift is important to her as well)
Is easily jealous if someone hits on her partner in front of her, but she will not lose her cool as she would expect her partner to turn the flirter down themselves
Happy to give her loved ones (especially her partner) massages because her hands are magical
Will snuggle with you in bed and enjoys being the little spoon
Keeps souvenirs from dates (movie tickets, order receipts, pictures etc)
Isn’t afraid to initiate intimacy, but finds it attractive if her partner initiates it first
So stubborn, and so incredibly smart. Those were merely two characteristics that she adored about Itachi. Being stubborn meant that he would not back down if someone or something challenged him or his beliefs. A more than desirable trait. Although, a mind like that could also get Itachi into trouble. That is where Izumi comes into play, to keep him grounded, so to speak.
Her heart throbs at the mention of her deceased Father, the memory of his death flashing in her mind. As traumatising as her Father’s death was to her, she shakes the thought from her mind and focuses on the Uchiha Prodigy who lost not only one, but both parents. This was not about her. This was about him, the one person she loved and admired dearly.
“I suppose we could do that… But first, I would like you to at least have a sip of my special green tea.”
Glancing at their connected hands, a faint crimson paints her cheeks and the pad of her thumb tenderly caresses Itachi’s knuckles. Oh, how she wished they could hold hands like this more often, just as they once did as children.
“O-okay-- I believe that the laundry should be completely dry by now. You stay here and I’ll bring it inside.”
With that said, the female Uchiha exits Itachi’s bedroom, retrieves a laundry basket and fills it to the brim with all of the fresh, sun-dried clothes that were hung out earlier that morning. Humming to herself, she strolls back into the household and ends up right back in Itachi’s bedroom.
“I fold, you put away. How does that sound, Ita?”
A genuine smile that meets her eyes appears on her features as she sorts through the clothes, joyous that she could help her crush feel useful. As much as she would rather him just rest, something as simple as putting away laundry shouldn’t do him much harm.
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.
Izumi someone ratted to your mom. Now her and kei are going at it
Wh-what?! You’ve gotta be kidding me… I thought that I had plenty of time before it came to this!
Thank you, kind anon, for letting me know! Wish me luck!
I’m so touched that you thought of me! This is now one of my favourite songs~!
We can “break the bed” anytime you wish, Sasori~
This reminded me of you, doll~
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…And my results are in!
Not too bad if I say so myself, heehee~
Izumi felt her heart sink into her stomach as she listened to Itachi express his inner most concerns to her. They were 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗 who had already witnessed the cruelty of the shinobi world. So much violence, hatred and death. Itachi had it much harder than Izumi, being the Uchiha Prodigy and all. It was a lot, too much, in fact, for a child to bear. Which is why she knew that as Itachi’s friend, she needed to be there for him.
“You know, Itachi… I was really scared when my Sharingan activated for the first time. Since my Dad wasn’t an Uchiha and my Mom hadn’t activated hers until roughly the same time I did, I didn’t know what to do or what was happening to me. So, to me, you’re already doing a great job handling it.”
She peered down at the Uchiha boy’s hand gripping the balcony, his knuckles the shade of snow from how tight his hold on it was. Taking a chance, she stepped sideways, closer to Itachi, and placed her smaller hand on top of his in an attempt to comfort him.
“You’re the strongest, smartest and coolest ninja I’ve ever known, Ita. I have all of the faith in the world that you’ll become an amazing shinobi.”
She didn’t expect Itachi to hold her hand or even acknowledge that it was there, but she hoped that it was what he needed to feel safe.
She wanted to be a safe haven for him.
“You know Ryuu almost as well as I do, right? She’ll jump in front of anyone she cares about to take a hit for them, that’s just the kind of person she is. She’d do it for me, for you, even Tenma…”
She giggled innocently and gently nudged Itachi’s shoulder with her own.
“…Everything will be just fine, I know it. And if something isn’t fine in the future, just know that I’ll be by your side to help you get through it. Always.”
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Izumi closed her eyes and hummed as the fresh, evening wind blew through her dark brown locks. Up there on the balcony, she felt so free, so calm… Except for the fact that her childhood crush was standing right next to her, staring nonchalantly at the other households in the Uchiha Compound. At least, that’s how Itachi would come across to others, but to Izumi? No. The cogs in Itachi’s mind were turning so quickly that she could practically hear them.
“Itachi, I think we should talk.…”
She started feebly, working up the courage to have a heart-to-heart with the Uchiha Prodigy.
“The last week or so has been rough on you, Tenma and Ryuu… But, now, I just wanna talk about you and how you feel for a minute. Is that okay?”
Her hands settled on a spot in front of her on the balcony’s handrail and she took a deep breath, exhaling sharply.
“How have you been handling your Sharingan? I’m still struggling with mine, so… I just want you to know that I’m here for you no matter what.”
(glare) “We’re alone, so go on. Admit it.”
Izumi blinked a few times in confusion as she peeked at Sasuke from over her light romance novel, unsure of just what the younger Uchiha was talking about. Izumi was, ironically (given the situation), an open book. Speaking her mind was never a problem, especially with someone she trusted.
“…And what exactly am I admitting, Sasuke? You’re gonna have to be a little more specific here.”
“You’re very welcome, Ita.”
The vibrant colours of the setting sun caught Izumi’s attention for a moment. The different shades of yellows, oranges and reds splashed against the blue sky was--
--Had she… Heard that right? Itachi Uchiha, calling her strong? For as long as Izumi could remember, she had always admired him. His strength, his bravery, his pure heart… Everything about him captivated her, so to hear him compliment her as he did sent warmth through her chest.
Izumi enjoyed receiving compliments, but they were different when they came from Itachi. He affected her in a different way.
A small but joyful grin appeared on her features, meeting her midnight-coloured eyes as hers and Itachi’s fingers interlocked. Small gestures such as those were special to her as the older Uchiha wasn’t exactly a huge fan of physical affection unless it involved his little brother.
“Did you just unintentionally ask me if I would like you to be by my side, Itachi?”
She glanced at the boy by her side out of the corner of her eye as a light, crimson hue painted her cheeks and the top of her ears.
“… I would really like that. Itachi and Izumi taking on the world! I can’t wait to see what the future has in store for us.”
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Izumi closed her eyes and hummed as the fresh, evening wind blew through her dark brown locks. Up there on the balcony, she felt so free, so calm… Except for the fact that her childhood crush was standing right next to her, staring nonchalantly at the other households in the Uchiha Compound. At least, that’s how Itachi would come across to others, but to Izumi? No. The cogs in Itachi’s mind were turning so quickly that she could practically hear them.
“Itachi, I think we should talk.…”
She started feebly, working up the courage to have a heart-to-heart with the Uchiha Prodigy.
“The last week or so has been rough on you, Tenma and Ryuu… But, now, I just wanna talk about you and how you feel for a minute. Is that okay?”
Her hands settled on a spot in front of her on the balcony’s handrail and she took a deep breath, exhaling sharply.
“How have you been handling your Sharingan? I’m still struggling with mine, so… I just want you to know that I’m here for you no matter what.”
Quickly stripping herself of her usual attire, Izumi slips into the clothes that she had chosen from Itachi’s wardrobe and smoothes them out with her hands. They were a little baggy on her smaller frame, but so, so comfortable. They smelled like him, too. Itachi had such a subtle, home-y scent which always put her at ease.
“Okay, I’m all finished! How do I look, Ita?”
She strikes a dramatic pose like a model on a runway and giggles to herself, amused by her own playfulness.
When Itachi turns to face her, she catches a glimpse of the light pink hues on his cheeks. Was Itachi actually blushing? And because of her?
She takes a few steps towards him and leans in close, their faces only inches apart as she observes his face intently.
“Ita, are you blushing right now? All this time I’ve known you, I’ve hardly ever seen you like this… You look really cute.”
As if now only realising how close they had gotten, Izumi locks eyes with the slightly taller Uchiha and swallows the nervous lump in her throat, a shade of pink flushing her cheeks to match Itachi’s.
It was as if the world froze around her and nothing else mattered in this moment except for the person she loved and admired who was standing right in front of her. So close. So temptingly close.
Taking a deep, encouraging breath, she closes the gap between them, shutting her eyes in the process, and presses her soft, plump lips against Itachi’s. A perfectly short and sweet first kiss.
“So close, Ita. You nearly had it!”
Her encouraging words just wouldn’t be able to cut it this time… She knew that much. This was Sasuke’s shirt we were talking about here, an article of clothing belonging to the most important person in the world to Itachi. Folding this shirt, as tedious as it was for someone with a singular functioning arm, was essential for Itachi to perfect.
“Hey now… How about we try this instead?”
Izumi carefully positions herself almost completely behind Itachi, her own arm taking the place of the Uchiha male’s injured one. If he couldn’t fold his sibling’s shirt with one hand, she was determined to assist him with completing the task one way or another.
“It may seem a little silly, but it’s like you’ve got both arms now, right? Let’s fold Sasuke’s shirt together!”
Standing on her tippy toes to peek over Itachi’s shoulder, the two get to work on Sasuke’s shirt. After a minute or so, the shirt is neatly folded and placed on a pile of perfectly folded laundry.
“See? We did it! You and me, Ita, we make a great team, don’t we?”
She giggles sweetly as she finishes up with the rest of the laundry. Of course, in the midst of Fugaku and Mikoto’s unfortunate passing, Itachi being seriously injured and young Sasuke needing assistance with his Academy work, Izumi had completely forgotten about her own clothes. How long had she been wearing the same purple top and pale, navy blue pants for?
“Oh-- Thank you for letting me borrow your clothes! It’ll just be for tonight, of course. Tomorrow, once Sasuke’s back at the Academy, I’ll be sure to pick up some of my own clothes from home.”
Opening Itachi’s drawers, she pulls out a black shirt with a high collar and matching pants and lays them delicately on top of Itachi’s bed. A blush creeps onto her cheeks as she reaches for the hem of her shirt, raising it slightly.
“I-Itachi… Would it be okay if I dressed myself in here?”
“No touchie!” Little! Sasuke swats her hand away from him. “Only Ni-San gives head pats!”
Izumi retracts her hand with a small pout, but she quickly shakes it off and regains her composure.
As adorable as Sasuke is and no matter how much she wanted to show her affection for him, she respects that he didn’t want anyone but Itachi to pet his head.
“Sorry, Sasuke. How about a high-five instead? Is that okay?”
She kneels down to Sasuke’s level and holds her hand up for him, this time prepared for both a reciprocated hand touch or a rejection.
(hypothetically) modern universe where izumi and ryuu have a phone and they send each other weird stuff all the time. ryuu loves toads and frogs btw
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[ message to zoomies ]
yo
did you eat?
i made dinner for you
link
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link to a safe tumblr post
Mod // THAT’S SO FUNNY LMAO IM DYING! Izumi would be horrified at first, but then laugh.😂
*gasps* Ryuu! What did you do with that-- Oh- You’re so silly! This is why I love you :3
Izumi gazed at her counterpart. "You're so beautiful," she said, giving her a smile. This other Izumi was, indeed, beautiful. She wasn't small like she was and her face wasn't as round.
“Thank you, you’re quite adorable yourself!”
She grinned down at her younger counterpart, taking in her features that were much similar to her own. The same hair, same eyes, but she had gentle, round cheeks that Izumi just wanted to squish.
Being an only child was lonesome. She had always wondered what it would’ve been like to have a sibling of some sorts, a little brother or sister to play with and fill her life as a shinobi full of joy.
Is this what it would’ve been like?
Pokes her on the forehead.
Izumi blinks a few times before glancing back and forth between Sasuke’s face and the tips of his fingers, the same fingers that were used to poke her forehead mere seconds ago.
“What was that for, Sasuke?”
She chuckles softly and returns the gesture, a cheeky grin plastered on her face.
Mod //
To all of my lovely followers and fellow Roleplayers,
As some of you may have noticed, I haven’t been as active as I usually am. This is due to in real life demands and problems, which I will not delve into.
I’m making this post to say a huge thank you to those who have reached out and to those who have been super patient with me whilst I work out what the heck I’m supposed to do with my life (lol) as a single Mum of two precious angels~
Also, I will do my best to be more active and finally reply to @kiigan, my adorably innocent Itachi, @elimf, my Nara QUEEN, and any others I have missed. They have been so genuinely kind to me during this rough patch of my life. I appreciate you both so much❤️
@sassykinzonline, my sweet Sasuke boy, @sasori-rp, my charming wooden man, and @shisui-uchiha-rp, Izumi’s brother and my side hoe (please don’t tell Itachi or Sasuke that I said that-😂), you guys are my closest friends and you always know what to say when I need help or advice.🥰
To wrap this up, thank you so much to everyone for simply being amazing and kind and I can’t wait to speak with you all again, whether it’s myself or Izumi doing the talking!😘