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Aww~ It’s so sweet, my love~ I hope you continue to make little pieces like this in the future… For our future~ 💜💜

A lot can happen in the dark~

[Trigger Warning: - Mentions of s*icide in the song]

Sometimes I wish things would just stop. Or, at the very least, slow down. Why isn’t my life my own?

Izumi had taken the long way back home from her exhausting week-long mission when she noticed two small children running towards her in her peripheral vision. She immediately got down on one knee as they approached, both with petrified looks on their tear-strained little faces. Her heart panged thinking about what the children could’ve possibly witnessed.

“Shhh~ Let’s just take a deep breath, okay? Like this…”

She demonstrated and instructed the kids to take a few calming, deep breaths so that she could figure out exactly what happened. Once the children had calmed down, they tugged on both of her hands and pulled her a few miles towards the bloody scene.

A taller, unfamiliar man stood in the middle of a circle of fresh bodies. Whether this man was good or bad was yet to be decided… Until he spoke.

“My name is Izumi Uchiha. I am a shinobi of the Hidden Leaf Village. I was led here by these two angels, I’m assuming to assist you? Luckily for me AND those bandits, it seems like you didn’t need my help.”

A soft giggle escaped her lips as she comfortingly pet the backs of the children standing next to her.

Meeting the Uchiha Princess (closed rp)

He panted as he sheaths his blade, feeling a bit disappointed. Several years before this would have been little more than a warm up. Either he'd gotten out of practice or the bandits near Kohonagakure were better trained than he was used to. All that mattered was that he had saved those children from seeing the monster he had been during the last great war. His vision may have been gone, but it forced him to create a newer sword style. He could smell and feel the blood on his clothes and skin. The entirety of his dragon tattoo shown on his left arm, something that he and his sister had gotten once graduating from the sword school.

"Hello there, are you here to collect your friends or to help a blind man?" He said as he looked over his should to the people coming closer. He may not have been able to see, but he could sense the taller figure flanked by two shorter ones. "Unless it's the two children who left to find help. If so, My apologies for the threat."

@izumi-uchiha-rp

‘Cause all I ever wanted was to be enough for you~

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~

Izumi turned herself to give the man who towered over her some privacy as he changed into his robe. Out of the corner of her eye, she couldn’t help but notice the multiple deep scars on his torso. As a shinobi, she had her fair share of wounds and scars, but none came close to the ones that were imprinted into Keitaro’s skin.

“Hm? You want me to help wash you?”

A faint crimson painted her cheeks at his request, but she nodded as she herself began to strip down to her undergarments.

“S-sure, I don’t mind. I always miss some spots on my back, too. ‘I’ll scratch your back and you’ll scratch mine’, kinda deal?”

Once the Uchiha woman was completely nude, she slipped her robe on and tied it up tight, making sure that she was completely covered. She was nervous enough coming to the bath houses with a male, let alone knowing that she would be naked with him. Not that she didn’t have a great body, but Izumi was, and always has been, a modest woman.

Her eyes widened at the mention of the Last Great Ninja War, a war that she had indeed fought in, but tried her hardest not to think about too often.

“I did, actually. It was so heart-warming to see all of the shinobi from the different villages come together to fight for the greater good. I’ve always dreamed of a peaceful world, and now, hopefully… We’re one step closer.”

“Of course! There’s one not too far from here. Oh-“

She turned her attention to the young children and grinned down at their now cheerful faces.

“Do you two know where your parents are? Do you live around here?”

Once she knew the children would be safe on their short journey back home — thanks to her raven — she started walking towards the Leaf Village.

“There’s a bathhouse closer to my village. I was thinking about going there once I’d finished up with the paperwork from my mission, but I’m sure a little delay won’t hurt. Come on!”

When they arrived, she sighed in relief and grabbed two robes; one for herself and one for Keitaro.

“Here you go! I can’t wait to soak myself in the water. This week has been TOO long!”

Mod // I absolutely love this design of Izumi if she was in Boruto.

If I’m correct, she would roughly be in her late 30’s, nearly 40, by the time Boruto takes place, so she’s looking AMAZING for that age~

I’ve also just noticed what looks to be a sword on her right hip. Izumi being a swordswoman? Yes, ma’am~!💜🍡🗡️

Mod // Oooh this sounds like fun! Izumi and I are in a mood for a game like this, right, Izu?

Yeah! I love games! Let’s start right now~

Go on anon and suggest someone for my muse to kiss, and see their reaction! Or give them two names and ask who they’d rather kiss!

Izumi nodded as he spoke, listening intently to what he had to say until her head snapped back towards him at the mention of his vision loss. The Great Ninja War took many things from Shinobi and Samurai alike, but somehow, Izumi came out of it practically unscathed. She counted herself extremely lucky for that.

“Keitaro, I’m… Sorry to hear about your vision. Here… Let’s go so that we can get you all cleaned up, hm?”

The pure warm water lapped at the Uchiha’s now bare body as she tenderly wiped Keitaro’s back from behind, the blood staining the white washcloth crimson.

“Is this okay? I think I’ve nearly gotten all of the blood off of you- Oh, wait… Right there.”

She stood up as high as she could on her tippy toes to reach the blood splatter on the back of his neck, accidentally pressing her exposed chest against him.

“Ack- S-sorry! I slipped!”

Izumi turned herself to give the man who towered over her some privacy as he changed into his robe. Out of the corner of her eye, she couldn’t help but notice the multiple deep scars on his torso. As a shinobi, she had her fair share of wounds and scars, but none came close to the ones that were imprinted into Keitaro’s skin.

“Hm? You want me to help wash you?”

A faint crimson painted her cheeks at his request, but she nodded as she herself began to strip down to her undergarments.

“S-sure, I don’t mind. I always miss some spots on my back, too. ‘I’ll scratch your back and you’ll scratch mine’, kinda deal?”

Once the Uchiha woman was completely nude, she slipped her robe on and tied it up tight, making sure that she was completely covered. She was nervous enough coming to the bath houses with a male, let alone knowing that she would be naked with him. Not that she didn’t have a great body, but Izumi was, and always has been, a modest woman.

Her eyes widened at the mention of the Last Great Ninja War, a war that she had indeed fought in, but tried her hardest not to think about too often.

“I did, actually. It was so heart-warming to see all of the shinobi from the different villages come together to fight for the greater good. I’ve always dreamed of a peaceful world, and now, hopefully… We’re one step closer.”

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.”

Izumi nodded as he spoke, listening intently to what he had to say until her head snapped back towards him at the mention of his vision loss. The Great Ninja War took many things from Shinobi and Samurai alike, but somehow, Izumi came out of it practically unscathed. She counted herself extremely lucky for that.

“Keitaro, I’m… Sorry to hear about your vision. Here… Let’s go so that we can get you all cleaned up, hm?”

The pure warm water lapped at the Uchiha’s now bare body as she tenderly wiped Keitaro’s back from behind, the blood staining the white washcloth crimson.

“Is this okay? I think I’ve nearly gotten all of the blood off of you- Oh, wait… Right there.”

She stood up as high as she could on her tippy toes to reach the blood splatter on the back of his neck, accidentally pressing her exposed chest against him.

“Ack- S-sorry! I slipped!”

Who would you rather Itachi or Shisui?

What an interesting question!

Hmm… Knowing both boys for most of my life, they’re very different in some ways and similar in others.

Shisui is cocky, but he knows he’s got the skill to back it up. He’s very playful as well, which is super fun! He’s also incredibly handsome and sweet and thoughtful and any girl, guy or gender neutral person would be the luckiest person in the world to have him!

Itachi on the other hand is… Extremely intelligent. Not to say that Shisui isn’t, but Itachi really considers everything before doing even the simplest of things. And when he does, it must go perfectly. “What would the outcome be if I did this instead of that?” kinda thing. He’s handsome, selfless and kind in his own ‘Itachi way’, you just need to understand him.

So, to answer your question, and this may come as a bit of a shock… But I would prefer Shisui. It’s not to say that I don’t care for Itachi, because I do~ I love and care for him very much, but I feel, in a romantic way, Shisui would be better suited for me?

Thanks for your ask!💜

Izumi, who was that tall and hot guy you took into the Baths? New flame?~

Hi there!

Hm? Oh! You mean Keitaro?

A new flame? W-well, I don’t know about that, but he seems really kind, and yes, very good-looking~

I suppose we’ll see where things take us~

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.

@izumi-uchiha-rp

ㅤIt felt almost sacrilegious, to dare complain about such small things - in the face of everything that'd come crashing down mercilessly within the past couple of days. Every time Itachi allowed his eyes to close, even if for mere seconds, the image was imprinted on the back of his eyelids; the lifeless bodies of his parents on the ground, bloody and desecrated and piled up like pieces of meat after a slaughter. An analogy not that far from the truth, though said truth was for himself to know only. Should the clan ever learn about the real circumstances of the deaths of their leaders, and the so-called trap they'd fallen victim to, no doubt that would be the final straw to break the fragile semblance of peace the village had been resting on.

ㅤOne could only stay so long in bed, though, toss and turn and tangle up in the covers, before the comfort of mattress and cushions began feeling more like a cotton-soft prison. What was he going to achieve, by resting in bed? Maybe heal the spread of cuts and gashes a bit all over his body, the actually responsible part of his brain would answer, not to mention his broken right arm that would remain incapacitated for a few weeks. Problem was, the other part of the brain, the one that was burning to start resolving all the issues risen from his parents' disappearance, was smaller but much louder. And, by the gods, it did not shut up. Even with the threat of a civil war mildly accounted for, Danzo could not be allowed to remain unchecked; what if, one day, he woke up and decided the Hokage was unnecessary to the village and must be removed, as well? Worse, what if he decided to set his aim on Sasuke next, for whatever reason?

Then Danzo would have to die, plain and simple, and treason be damned.

ㅤDanzo was already going to die, one day, when properly presented to justice for his crimes. Not only what he'd done to Fugaku and Mikoto, but also that gruesome arm secretly implanted with Uchiha eyes too many to count. But that would require time, patience, cunning, and, most of all, a foolproof amount of hard evidence. Rolling over yet again, this time almost enough to toss himself down the bed for good [and already paying for it, because it immediately sent a pang of horrible pain shooting up his arm and ribs], Itachi sat up with a loud sigh of frustration. That wouldn't do at all. He couldn't sleep anyway, even if he was supposed to be resting, so what was the point? So he shuffled over to the edge of the bed, ready to get up- ...and that's the precise moment Izumi chose to enter the room. Because of course.

ㅤ«...Technically, I am still in bed.» Or on the bed, to be accurate, but hopefully she wouldn't be fussing over semantics. That was his job, anyway.

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.

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~

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.

💜@callmemaya💜 (closed RP thread)

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.”