20 October 2009. Itachi, ANBU. Horror. For naruto_meme

( Itachi doesn't move. He's lying prone on the table, arms splayed out like those of a corpse, but he does not move. That is the first thing they tell you--don't. Because this is ANBU, and it does not matter who you are. )

5 September 2009. Shizune/Tsunade for naruto_meme.

( And it was like coming home again. Coming home to an empty house and waiting for Nawaki to walk through the door. )

Beloved
Naruto fan fiction

Genre: horror, pre-series
Rating: R for sexuality, violence, and general creepiness
Pairing: Anko/Itachi
Word Count: 4900 or so
Warnings: uh, shouta, I guess; NCS; erotic asphyxiation
Summary: Anko is fifteen when she commits her first undocumented felony. Itachi is nearly twenty when he commits his last.
Notes: Written for anat_astarte's birthday! <3 I told her that one day I would attempt to write an Itachi with more sexual appeal/drive than a wet sandbag (where, tragically, he defaults, in my mind). I tried, I really did.

And I'm sorry it's so late! I tried to finish it by midnight, but apparently that didn't work out. D:

( Itachi kisses like Anko does (so perhaps sharingan was useful that day, after all--though to Anko the idea is absurd, almost laughable), wets her lips with his tongue before sliding in between them sideways. )

10 August 2009. Konan/random Amegakure woman for naruto_meme.

( Konan has her share of scars. The girl's hands touch the ones that cannot be seen. She's bringing them to the surface whether she knows it or not. )

V.ii.334
Naruto fan fiction

Genre: gen, tragedy, pre-series, character study
Characters: Itachi, with secondary Fugaku, Mikoto, & Shisui
Rating: G (K)
Word Count: 300 exactly
Notes: For naruto_contest week #51, "soft."

( Soft you, a word or two before you go. )

6 August 2009. Madara/Pain for naruto_meme.

( The pipes screech as they are twisted from their places. Fine, wet dust floats into Pain's face from the building as it groans, fissures with every grind. Amegakure doubles over. The pipes split and weep storm water, dousing the streets and everyone in them. Madara tears the city apart from the inside out, and the drainage pipes and brick facades, cobbles and loose iron sewer-grates all scream for mercy. Pain does not. )

31 July 2009. Sakura/Yamato for bringthehappy.

( Yamato plants a forest for her, lets it reach to the sky. The trees are as tall and as strong as they would be in fifty, one hundred years. A village that is destroyed in a day cannot be rebuilt in as little time, but Yamato thinks they might have an edge. )

"THIS ISN'T--REBOUND," Sakura said one day, almost to herself. Which made Yamato think that it probably was. Rebound, you know.

They're lying at the base of a hill, blanket of grass, which sweats dew-tears in the sun. The hills of Konoha cry the names of the departed like they never have before. Unafraid now, perhaps. Or undisciplined, because those who remain do not care for secrets, for hiddenness. Not anymore.

Kakashi is dead, countless others are missing. Yamato considers the possibility that no, it's not rebound, because Sakura had never been involved with any of those people (dead, gone, or just plain lost) before him. Not that he knew, anyway.

But it is.

He assures himself that it is.

Konohagakure no sato is gone. Sakura's home is gone. Her friends, her neighbors, her life--all vanished under a hill, blanket of grass. (Crying, crying softly.) Yamato is the replacement.

If he had the gall to think he was more than that--that which he could not possibly fulfill--he would be woefully mistaken.

( This isn't about the--the sex. )

Random Organizational Post, aka fic I need to link to in this journal, so I'll be able to find it later. Some of it is good, some of it really isn't. I'm actually quite proud of that Madara/Itachi, looking back.

+ "Cradle Stories" is only the first part of a fic I never finished, because I didn't really like Itachi's characterization--I stole one of the scenes and added it to cradles, eddies.

+ "Four Bowls" is a random collection (in no particular order) of scenes I've written for a longer fic. I'm still writing that, and still planning to rewrite these, so any concrit would be awesome.

Essentially everything else was written so long ago I really don't know what it is... >.>

Naruto
19 Jul 09: Thorns (PG; Sannin)

Tsunade sits in her nest of thorns, letting the light dance on the good-luck necklace that has sealed two too many fates, already.

17 Jul 09: Four Bowls (G; Mikoto, Fugaku, Sasuke, Itachi)

At the bottom of the sink, there are two bowls and one pair of chopsticks. A film of evaporated broth coats the bowl a translucent yellow-green, and flecks of hard, dry rice from days long past stick to its sides.

Was it Mother's, from some night when she ate alone, left her chopsticks for Father to use when he returned home? Had he eaten it, some breakfast he poured down without thinking that it would be the last of its kind? (Or perhaps it was Itachi, knowing that it was.)

12 Jun 09: Fevre Dream (PG-13; Madara/Itachi, NCS, violence, mindfuck)

His body arches, and his legs skim down the length of Madara's underbelly, pelvis. Itachi's foot (sandal gone) squirms fishlike against Madara's cock, as Itachi starts to drown drown drown in air.

14 Mar 09: Cradle Stories (G; Itachi, Shisui, horror, WIP)

He emulates Shisui as best he can. And though it rips through his hand first, it flies and flies and it hits its target. Itachi curls his hand into his sleeve and looks at the sky bleeding red with sunset, hopes that is enough for today.

Father is not fooled. Be more careful, he grunts, as he kneels down forces Itachi's palm open. It strings sharply in the open air, and Itachi cringes. Fugaku gives him a look that says, I am sorry. I forget that you are only a child, and that children can be hurt by a good many things.

Six Feet Under
26 Jun 09: Codependent (G; Federico, Ruth)

There's a sterility to his answers that mirrors the cold, fluorescent room, like some piece of them is left outside this door, wanders her house as it waits, collects in her corners and cupboards until the day is done and the dead are buried.

( Fullmetal Alchemist 1 Mar 09 - 12 Nov 2006 )

Fevre Dream
Naruto fan fiction

Genre: horror, mindfuck, NCS
Pairing: Madara/Itachi
Rating: PG-13 (T), for violence, NCS (no penetration)
Word Count: around 1200
Notes: Written for Naruto Kink Meme 4.0, for the prompt "Madara/Itachi, minduck, violence." Another installment in "Most gen kink meme responses EVER."

( His body arches, and his legs skim down the length of Madara's underbelly, pelvis. Itachi's foot (sandal gone) squirms fishlike against Madara's cock, as Itachi starts to drown drown drown in air. )

cradles, eddies (and silently flows the river)
Naruto fan fiction

Genre: gen, character study, angst, pre-series
Characters: Itachi, Mikoto
Rating: G (K)
Word Count: around 1100
Notes: Some (very) disjointed Itachi!thoughts. For naruto_contest's Week #44, "children."

( You are five years old when I put two things into your hands: your brother's life, and the weapon you will use to take mine from me. )

Every single time I write for naruto_contest, I write Itachi!fic. I need to be shot. :F Constructive criticism is, as always, loved and respected.

I found a fabulous list of links to old fan fiction that I'd never posted to my journal for whatever reason (laziness, embarrassment), which was neat. So I took the liberty of adding to it all the meme!fic I've done recently. If the title isn't capitalized, then it's not really the title of the piece; it's just a designation I'm using to differentiate between fics ('hobo story with no plot,' for instance, would have been a fairly poor title, by my estimations!).

Meme!fic

silent_unions Pein/Konan meme (Naruto)
drabble meme 1.0 (PG-13; Pein/Konan, Madara)

2009 Kink meme (Naruto)
Girl in Spring (R for creepiness; Kakuzu/random woman -- hot spring sex)
these floorboards (R for wtf?; Sasuke/Itachi -- dubcon, possessiveness)
immortal things (PG-13; Konan/Pein -- sex on the battlefield)
Space for Rent (PG-13; Itachi/Sasuke that Sasuke is convinced is Sasuke/Itachi, implied Sakura/Sasuke -- possessiveness, AU)
Observe and Repeat (PG-13; Sai/Sakura, (fantasies of) past!Saku/Sasu -- bodypainting, sex dreams)

Alphabet meme (Multi-fandom)
rukongai 56 (PG; Itachi, Deidara, Byakuya -- Bleach/Naruto xover)
heartless (G; Ulquiorra/Orihime -- Bleach)
hobo story with no plot (PG; Itachi, Shisui -- Naruto)
OMNOMNOM (R for omgwtf; Zetsu, Madara, mentions of Itachi and Sasuke -- Naruto)
My Painted Lady (G; Cain, Merriweather -- Godchild)
step not into temptation (PG; Roy, Lust -- Fullmetal Alchemist)

Fullmetal Alchemist: 2006-2009

A Madman’s Hypothesis Regarding Perfection (R; Tucker/wife)
With an Ocean’s Might (PG; water!Sloth, ...beaches??)
If Freckles Told Secrets (G; Ed/Win/Al childhood!gen)
Predilection (R; Roy/Hughes, Roy/Fuhrer)
Entropy (PG-13; Roy/Ed)
The Morning After (PG-13; Roy/Ed)
A Different Cut (PG, humor; Mustang et al)
Ramblings of Half a Man (PG-13; Tucker, Edward)
A Beanstalk (G; Fletcher, Alphonse)

And I actually wrote an Al/Elicia drabble for dreamer1789 a while back, which I can't find. XD But in the event that I ever do, this note exists to remind me to put it here.

Most of these, I would not have remembered writing if I hadn't found them, going through community archives. O_o;; I...kind of wish that I hadn't remembered ever writing any of these.

This is mainly for my own reference, so it'll be easier to find things in the future. (Or so I hope.) Doubles as official 'unveiling' of that kink meme stuff, since I don't think I ever did that. Sometime in the hopefully near future, I plan to work on some more of those, and finish the Alphabet Meme.

In other news? I wasn't invited to my own birthday dinner, and my sister blocked me on AIM. I'm really feeling the love, guys!

The first day of spring! The anniversary of Itachi's death, and thus the anniversary of my having started reading Naruto. Sadly, this also means it's been more or less a year, and I've yet to contribute anything to fandom. XP

Ah, Itachi; stealing the show at the exact moments when he is most irrelevant. (This post = Kalliel's reaction to chapter 440. Only not really, because I've not read it yet, er. XD)

Does the road wind up-hill all the way?
Yes, to the very end.
Will the day's journey take the whole long day?
From morn to night, my friend.

But is there for the night a resting-place?
A roof for when the slow dark hours begin.
May not the darkness hide it from my face?
You cannot miss that inn.

Shall I meet other wayfarers at night?
Those who have gone before.
Then must I knock, or call when just in sight?
They will not keep you standing at that door.

Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?
Of labour you shall find the sum.
Will there be beds for me and all who seek?
Yea, beds for all who come.

Christina Rossetti


This was going to be the accompanying lolpic, but I decided potatosack!Itachi is not completely in keeping with the tone of the poem. The poem itself is actually Rukia's, in my mind, but for today I guess Itachi can borrow it.

( 'In the highest branch. In the tallest tree,' the crow replied.' )

It doesn't have eyes.

There are creases in its mottled skin where the eyes would be, like they are sewn shut. It reminds Itachi, none too comfortingly, of the men in the deepest of Konoha's jail cells; the condemned men. (Shisui tells him those men have not seen light since before he was born--what need have they for eyes?)

This thing has never seen light, at all. Perhaps it is condemned as well. Itachi would understand why. His mother rests in the adjacent room; she smells like blood-iron, just like any other dead thing.

It almost killed her.

But it is so small, he thinks. Like a baby.

( Read more... )

The Carbonari Exchange
Naruto fan fiction

Genre: gen, pre-series, horror/tragedy
Rating: PG (K+); violence
Characters: Ino's Dad, Fugaku, Itachi
Word Count: 300 exactly, after much prodding. XP
Summary: The morning after the Uchiha Massacre, Yamanaka Inoichi investigates. He is, after all, the only one who can see it through their eyes.
Notes: Written for Week 36, "seeing red," at naruto_contest.

( Itachi twists inward, and Fugaku finds his son in his arms, but a blade at his throat. )

Itachi/Sasuke, fluff, AU, jealous!possessive!Itachi

How I came about writing this prompt is an embarrassing story I'll not reiterate here. XP And since it was something I was not exactly planning, I tried a couple different flavors, none of which were particularly fluffy, nor did they utilize their AU setting particularly effectively. #1 and #2 are unfinished; #3 is the longest fic I've posted for Naruto fandom to date. To my mild annoyance. XD #3 is the only one that managed to feature any smut (with the added bonus kinks of unsexy office sex/rug burn! :F), if that's what you're looking for.

#1 Setting: Home Depot

Sasuke looked down at the paint chips. Their apartment has two rooms, neither of which are windowed. And she was painting them blue. He imagined standing in the middle of the room and disappearing completely, slipping with the walls and the dark paint and the deep pockets of shadow where their lamps could not cast light. "Why blue?"

Deep breath. She brushed back errant strands of pink hair with an easy flick of her hand. Sasuke imagined her walking into their blue room and filling it with light--four, five, six different lamps. "I like the contrast, I guess."

( ItaSasu #1: James Leonard Park )

#2 Setting: IKEA

"Is there a reason we're taking breakfast in a furniture outlet?"

Kisame folds his thick arms across his chest expectantly, though by now he knows to expect nothing. "We've come to meet my brother. He is purchasing furniture."

"I wasn't aware you had a brother. People with no family generally don't." Kisame grins. He leans back in his hair, rocking slightly. And now Kisame does not expect, but demand a story. (But he does not need it to be true; only interesting.)

Itachi is not so willing to spin an illusion for him; the truth is easier, but not satisfying. (Styrofoam.) "My brother is the family. As per his wishes, I am not a part of it."

( ItaSasu #2: What Are You Doing? )

#3 Setting: Accounting Office of some Start-Up Company

"Sometimes realities are shared," Itachi begins. And in what Sasuke deems an astonishing show of flexibility, Itachi dips low and meets Sasuke's lips with his. His lips are cold and dry. Direct, even pressure.

Sasuke cannot be entirely sure of this is a kiss, either, though certainly it is Itachi's idea of a kiss. There is no wild passion behind it, no fiery desire. And that is why Sasuke considers the possibility that it might even be sincere.

( ItaSasu or SasuIta or hell, I don't know/care #3: Space For Rent )

Most embarrassing set of ficbits I've written in a long time, though it's interesting to see some of the overarching ideas that ended up flowing through them all. (And I don't mean the Paint Chip Scene.) To make myself feel better about these: I actually rather liked Sakura being there.

I think these were especially difficult because I'd just spent all that damned time delineating for myself exactly what Itachi/Sasuke was to me, and here it was being fluffy and--gah. Fucking Uchiha. :F

Pein/Konan; sex in the middle of a destructive battlefield

There are parts of this that I really like. But as a whole, my prevailing reaction is something akin to, "Oh, what the fuck?" Where it was meant to go, I'm not sure. Where it went instead, I can see plainly here, but why, I haven't the foggiest clue. I think I wanted something a little more 'magnified'; something that tied into the prompt a bit better, so that the scenery was actually integral to the piece.

I think the reason I didn't pursue that in the first place was that I had it planned as a scene in a different fic I was writing. But as I am no longer writing that fic specifically, I might eventually go ahead and write that one scene sometime.


( Pein does not listen, because his mind is reserved for watching this smoke, this rain, those ashes (the smoke was a village once, the rainfall a river once, the ash flecks a body once). But Konan does. )

Sasuke/Itachi; possessiveness, dubious consent, use of the Sharingan's hypnotism, use of cursed seal

I don't ship Sasuke/Itachi--or Itachi/Sasuke, for that matter. But I think about it quite a lot, because it happens to comprise the bulk of fics about Itachi and Sasuke. I've seen it done well. More often, I've seen it done poorly.

This was an exercise in what Uchihacest would be like, in my personal fanon for them. It also appeared to be the best-received of everything I wrote for the kink meme, which was extremely embarrassing, because my initial intention was to keep anonymous on this one. Promising to post it publicly is somewhat at odds with this. :F

Interestingly, in #4 Sasuke (physically) tops the whole way through, and yet somehow he's the one whose consent is dubious. Because Sasuke and I reached an accord, see. He agreed not to think too terribly hard about Itachi, and I agreed not to endeavor too terribly hard to elevate said brother's characterization above the level of Sandbag. Because that is what it needs to be. (Rather, that is what Sasuke needs it to be.)

#1 Setting: In the Inn Hallway, when Naruto First Meets Itachi

In the five years he's traveled with Itachi, every moment has been rather like the last--and Kisame knows, because in those long spaces of quiet monotony, he's been honing his eye for crucial details. And all these details are positively screaming one thing--

This kid is going to die.

( #1: lol Kisame )

#2 Setting: The Uchiha Compound; Entrance Hall, Nighttime, Winter

Itachi is sitting in the entrance hall, neatly compact in his proceedings. He unsheathes his blade, slowly working a folded rag across the surface. To Sasuke, it seems as though he's polishing the moon, or turning the rain to daggers, the way he casts shadows over everything with every motion. Itachi's hair lies against his back, plastered there by rain and likely sweat; it's mercilessly tangled from the night's excursions, and the tie will probably have to be cut. Itachi would never bother attempting to untangle his hair, at any rate. Not when things can be cut out (like hearts, and Sasuke doesn't know who whispers this, because it's not him, and Itachi doesn't speak at nighttime) so cleanly.

( #2: 13. )

#3 Setting: Sasuke's Mind

There is a part of him that wants nothing more than to fuck Itachi into the floorboards. What Itachi did, it sets him up on some sick pedestal above all the rest. And what Sasuke really needs to do, more than slaughter, more, even, than revenge--is drag him down from that. Parade him naked through the streets of those he's wronged (in Sasuke's mind, one person; or rather, an entire fucking throng of Sasukes, one for every moment Sasuke's spent hating him utterly).

There is a part of him that wakes up the next day and hates the idea of ever violating Itachi in such a manner. Fears even more the likelihood that, if given the chance, he might just seize it. There is a part of him that wants Itachi to ease into the creases of memory with the rest of his family. That would not hesitate to jump onto Itachi's back, six years old again, and feigning a broken ankle. (He could give living another try. He could give friendship another try. He could.)

( #3: these footprints )

Kakuzu/Random Woman, hot spring sex
This now, I am actually proud of. How can you write Kakuzu/Some woman and not be proud of it? I tried out linking each piece of the scene with some random platitute ('what you see is what you get'; 'time is money'), and I rather liked the end effect.

His conscience curbs him.

How old is she? How long a ninja?

How much has she eaten in her twenty years? How much medication? How much time and effort gone to waste, moulding this perfect little thing?

How much funding will her village have wasted if she dies now, before her maximum output has been reached?

It's morals, really, that keep him grounded in this puritanical practicality. Think of all that money.

( Have you heard the legend of the cursed spring? )