Stay Reckless.

Title: Secret Admirer Part 1/2
Author: nisacharakj
Type and Genre: Yaoi/Romance/Humor
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Uchiha Itachi, Uchiha Shisui
Summary: Itachi has a secret admirer and Shisui is less than thrilled.
Warnings: Nothing too bad here, but pointless smut ahead.

He’d noticed it that first day he’d come home and thanked Shisui for the bouquet of flowers.

“Thank you for the flowers.” Still smiling to himself, working on undoing the buttons on the cuffs of his shirt. Still reveling in the attention, too, apparently. Work had been uncharacteristically great. Perhaps the flowers were to blame, but they sure did lift his mood some.

He’d only said he liked flowers in passing; Itachi never really expected Shisui to follow through, especially because Shisui didn’t seem like the type to buy flowers and chocolates and call him home for a candlelit dinner with champagne and the whole shebang. Shisui was that person who listened and smiled and gave no indication that he had plans up his sleeve, and when in passing Itachi would tell him his favorite book as a child was Moby Dick (and he’d laugh and say it wasn’t his favorite story by a long shot, and Itachi would purse his lips and tell him he never expected it to be) he’d surprise him about a year later with an authentic first edition copy of it with the publication date an unbelievable 1851.

Shisui didn’t do flowers or candlelit dinners or roses on the bed. He took Itachi running along the seaside just so he could have a nice helping of soft serve and dip his toes in the water afterwards. He made caramel popcorn and chocolate truffles and pot after pot of tea when Itachi told him he had to work late. He picked up Itachi’s laundry and took care of dinner just so Itachi could have time to sleep. He even forwarded subscription emails about discounts on pajamas or sweaters.

 

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Title: Wiggle Room
Author: nisacharakj
Type and Genre: Yaoi; Romance
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Uchiha Itachi, Uchiha Shisui
Summary: Shisui helps Itachi through a particularly hot dream.
Warnings: --


He’s used to the odd shifting in bed, when Itachi’s feet seem to want to untangle from his. And Shisui easily pulls away, making room for the other, his arm tightening around Itachi’s waist instead. It’s quiet again until there’s more movement and Shisui pulls away completely to lie flat on his back, an arm still tucked under Itachi’s pillow. Half an hour later, he pulls that arm away to rest atop his chest, it rising with every calm heave.

It’s three in the morning and he barely registers that his hand is being moved from his chest.

There’s a noise but he ignores it, sighing softly in his sleep as he prepares to turn away from Itachi, try and sleep on his side.

But—“Mmnh.” Whatever it was sounded desperate, though Shisui pays it no mind for the moment. But then he feels the urgency in the way Itachi’s hand moves against his arm, nails scrabbling…

He’s up. Groggy and half dreaming, slowly coming to as he wakes up in concern. “Itachio?”

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Title: Poison
Author: nisacharakj 
Type and Genre: Het/Yaoi; Romance/Hurt/Comfort
Rating: T
Characters: Uchiha Shisui, Uchiha Itachi
Summary: How long will you watch and wait while your heart is breaking in front of you? Itachi does right by his family, and Shisui ends up paying the price for it.
Warnings: They're quite OOC here. RP-based so it's a bit off. I was frustrated with how things were going and had a scenario play out the way it would under the RP dynamics that we had going at the time.

He’d been avoiding speaking to Itachi alone that day, but there was no escaping the subtle glances that came by his direction from the man.

As if the lack of warmth early that morning wasn’t enough. The first flash made him wince, but it was the second one that woke him up. That, and a little bundle of warmth tucked into his side. Then there was another flash and Shisui squinted into the light, turning his head in the direction of the flash, only to eventually make out Itachi’s face.

“Hey.” Itachi was holding a camera, he noted. And smiling.

“Morning.” Those smiles were so rare, they were always treasured. Perhaps today was a special day and Shisui had forgotten what it was supposed to be? He’d find out eventually, he figured, attempting to turn completely to face Itachi...

Shisui stopped.

Itachi smiled wider.

And Shisui was grinning from ear to ear.

“Why hello there, little man~” So he hadn’t forgotten Sasuke’s birthday after all.

Far from it.

Instead, tucked into his side was little Nao, all of three and a half months old, rather sleepy but also in the mood for an imaginary bicycle ride, what with those chubby little legs kicking up the blankets as they pushed imaginary pedals.

Nao cooed, and Shisui leaned in, peppering that rosy face with kisses till little hands came to grab his face and hold it there, regardless of all that early morning stubble that might have hurt them. Nao thought Shisui’s nose was tasty, and Shisui chuckled. The camera flashed again, and Itachi joined in the laughter.

There were more kisses, and Shisui took a moment to tickle that tummy. The cutest little squeal of laughter erupted then, and chubby legs kicked in the air. The camera flashed once more and Itachi rose from his spot, no longer kneeling by the bed, but sitting on it right next to their little bundle of cute. Shisui was already blowing raspberries on that little tummy and Nao would flail and laugh and squeal all at the same time.

And then he kicked Shisui in the face when his Daddy looked up to grin-- 

The camera flashed again and Nao blinked, little toes experimentally digging their way into Shisui’s mouth, trying to part those sealed lips.

It was an effort, and Nao squirmed, those barely-there eyebrows dipping as that little foot tried to pry open Daddy’s mouth. Shiny black eyes looked up to Dad for help, but Itachi wasn’t going to budge. “Ah?” Come on Dad, help me out here.

Itachi only smiled, and leaned in to kiss that little nose. Nope, no assistance, little man.

And so Nao tried harder, the tips of those tiny toes succeeding somewhat in their attempt to get inside Shisui’s mouth. It was all quiet effort until:

“….OMnomnomnommMM~!”

--And another squeal erupted in response as Shisui pretended to gobble up that little foot.

There was another flash, and more laughter.

Itachi had plenty of precious memories in this morning's collection to send home to Mikoto that weekend.

Title: Memento
Author: nisacharakj 
Type and Genre: Implied Yaoi; Hurt/Comfort/Character death
Rating: T
Characters: Uchiha Shisui, Uchiha Itachi 
Summary: Shisui was always putting himself in front of others, and now Itachi has to pay for it
Warnings: Character death



It was several seconds after the shot rang that Itachi felt time do a double take and come to a jarring halt.

Shisui had fallen to his knees.

Itachi could count the number of seconds that passed in that moment. But if he stood there counting, he would have counted forever.

Shisui's lips part, as if to speak. To say something. Call out for Itachi, perhaps. But it isn't words that come out.

Words didn't bleed like that.

Itachi holds him up before he hits the ground completely.

When he rolls him over, Shisui is shaking. Itachi's fingers are lost in crimson. He'd worn his brown coat when he'd stepped out of the house, Itachi remembered distinctly. But chest down there was not a speck of brown anymore.

And Shisui's eyes are red.

Lips quivering, spouting more blood, Shisui brings a shaking hand up to Itachi's, pressing something cold into it. Something he'd meant to give Itachi a long time ago. His breath comes out in shaky clouds of cold air.

....Soon those red eyes begin to fade to black, bleeding into obsidian, receding into an abyss. He feels something cold on his cheek, like raindrops – except they are not raindrops, but something much saltier.

Itachi wipes his eyes, smearing them with red as he watches the stars reflect perfectly in Shisui's eyes.

Shisui has stopped shaking.

And when he leaves, he takes Itachi with him.


....Years later, Itachi would still touch that necklace. He would still open his eyes in the middle of the night when Shisui sat on the end of his bed. He would stare into those eyes for an eternity until Shisui would crawl over him, that smile on his lips... That secret smile only Itachi knew.

And it would still feel warm when he held him like that. It still felt real. He could still feel Shisui inside him, around him, beside him.... Watching over him.


When Itachi looked up at the stars, he knew he was looking into Shisui's eyes again.

Title: The River Shall Keep This Friend
Author: nisacharakj 
Type and Genre: Friendship
Rating: T
Characters: Itachi, Shisui
Summary: Self-sacrifice… a nameless shinobi who protects peace from within its shadow; Shisui's final moments
Warnings: Character death



Unsure steps took them to the Nakano River that night, Itachi holding him by the elbow, his grip almost talon-like against the other's arm. When Shisui asks him what it looked like, Itachi's voice carries in whispers like the wind through the rushes around them: "There is nothing to see." …For on a night like this, when even the light of the moon refused to shine down on them, Konoha was pitch black, save for the soft glow of lanterns in the distance. But the river-- The river was ominously quiet, patient, little waves lapping over each other. If one listened carefully, it was as if she were calling, ever so softly over the gentle breeze that carried through their hair.

When his feet touched that cold wetness, Shisui almost stepped back onto the bank. A moment of indecision: a moment he quickly recovered from. Itachi's hand on his chest held him steady as he slipped in a little deeper now, water lapping the skin around his ankles, and very soon, his shins. Darkness circling those legs that once gave him the title Shunshin no Shisui, eager to pull him in.

So eager…

She may be quiet tonight, but the Nakano was greedy.

She always had been.

Shisui nodded, walking further into the water, the water now licking his knees. Itachi's grip was tight around him, and Shisui chuckled. "Please remember to let me go, Itachi…"

He didn't have to see it to know, was silently thankful that he had no eyes to confirm it. The way those fingers curled in the front of his shirt, gripping fabric tight—the whispers on the wind were louder here, but Shisui knew Itachi was crying.

He stepped further into the Nakano, until his chest felt the iciness of her unforgiving waters. Fingers skimmed the water 'neath him, holding on to nothing, tips quickly becoming numb. If he was shaking, it was only because it was so cold.

Itachi pulled him close when he felt Shisui's knees give way, that curly mop of hair resting against the arm that held on to Shisui's shoulders. Itachi's free hand stayed on Shisui's chest, his heart beat steady as a drum under the ice. The grip on Shisui's shoulder tightened, and it took the younger one all his will to lower his friend into the water. Itachi couldn't bear to look at him, but he felt cold hands grip his own under the water, and it was only natural for his eyes to wander over to Shisui's face. He didn't need moonlight to tell that Shisui was smiling.

Water lapping the sides of his face, his hair waving through the ripples like short kelp, Shisui spoke again. Whispers on the waves…

"My body is merely a vessel. Someday… we will all have to let ours go. My eyes—they held the power of the gods, but I am no god, Itachi. I do not wish to be a tool. I do not wish to be bound by the laws that govern the shinobi world and live to see the people I love suffer under the hands of an unworthy god. But my spirit… " Itachi felt the grip on his hand tighten then. "I will not die, dear brother. For as long as the Will of Fire burns, I will not die. Do not think of me as dead."

Itachi nodded dumbly, tears raining down on the water that was so eager to take the other. It made sense. Shisui made perfect sense, and he had agreed to this weeks ago when the other had first mentioned it to him. But now, the moment was here, and Shisui was slipping in his arms. The river seemed more eager than when they had started out, and Itachi opened his mouth to cry out, beg for more time. Just a minute, a second, a moment longer.

"Itachi… Remember your promise." Whispers on the waves… And when he looked down, Shisui was still smiling.

…Smiling even as the water completely covered him, and Itachi sobbed, begging for time, begging for a way out, begging silently.

When Shisui jerked, he held him down. Let the other grip onto him any which way he wanted, let him tear at skin or pull his arm out of his socket. Bubbles rose to the surface, kicks broke out and splashed around them—Now Itachi wished that it would all be over. Fingers gripped those curls under water.

It felt like hours, but the Nakano was quiet again. The water around them was once more still. Itachi dare not look into the water then, but he had to pry Shisui's frozen fingers away from his own. His chest heaved with the breath that he took later, turning, eventually, to look at his friend. Ashen under the water, Shisui's lips were still twitched into a smile that was almost not there.

That was enough to let him go…

And he watched as Konoha claimed yet another shinobi.

Itachi… Remember your promise.


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Whispers on the wind, whispers on the waves. The reflection in the still waters still smile back at him. The fire in Naruto's blue eyes remind him once more, and he tells Shisui, with utmost conviction: "Soon, brother."

Naruto can only wonder why Itachi looks at him like that.

…And the Nakano babbles and laughs, waiting. Waiting to be set free, waiting for a reunion, waiting for a promise fulfilled.