nisacharakj: (Writing)
Title: Poison
Author: [personal profile] 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.

nisacharakj: (dreaming with the faeries)



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.

nisacharakj: (dreaming with the faeries)

"That's warm enough." His fingers leave the surface, wet and shaking droplets off them. She coos and reaches out for the water with her little hand, perched in the safety of her Daddy's arms.

When he stands she spots the bright yellow duck in the corner of the bath, sat next to the big orange starfish. "Peep peep!" He laughs, nuzzling her soft curls and gingerly steps in over the wall of the tub, holding onto her tightly lest either one should slip and fall.

The water's barely up to his ankles, but it rises when he settles in. She slips down from his grip and slides down his chest, taking a moment to free her foot from his swim shorts. She crawls over to where his feet touch the other end of the tub and reaches for her toys. All it takes is an excited little yank to send the duckies and the fishies tumbling into the water with a splash.

He laughs some more, wetting her shoulders with water from his cupped hands. The ducky squeaks, and she turns to look at him, sending him a single-toothed grin. He smiles back, and sends her a kiss. She sends him one too, then hugs that duck.

Her Daddy pulls her back to him where he can clean her face. There are protests when he cleans her nose, and she screws her eyes shut when the water rains down on her curls and into her face. He does his best to wipe anything that tries to get in her nose, just so she wouldn't breathe it in. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" A smile is his reward, and he kisses her wet hair.

Bath time with Daddy was always fun. He'd pretend he was Godzilla trying to eat her ducky, and she would squeal in terror and laughter, all at the same time. He had to catch her every time she slipped en route her escape from the mighty Godzilla, each one of those catches ending in a raspberry to her tummy and more giggles.

And sometime later she would crawl up to him and shower him with kisses. "Dadadada~" He holds her close, then presses a kiss to her forehead. "Hn?"

Then there is that look— The one where she puts that little finger in her mouth and smiles like a kitten about to pounce on the fish in the bowl. "Pee~ pee~"

It is too late when Shisui lifts her out of the water.

"You little rascal," he mumbles, shaking his head, his baby girl still in mid-air as he holds her up. She kicks her legs, giggling, the duck squeaking whenever she tightened her hold on it.

"Itachi!!!"

…He can hear the distant hum of the vacuum cleaner turn off. Then: footsteps. "What now?"

"She did it again."

That face she sends her Dad only convinces him of her naughty little misdeed. But despite all that, he'd break into a smile and take her from her Daddy to seat her in the sink. "Little trouble maker." It is murmured into her hair soon after he kisses those wet locks.

Shisui kisses his shoulder in passing, out to get a clean sponge from the closet.

[FIC] Bacon

Jul. 1st, 2012 10:53 am
nisacharakj: (Default)
Title: Bacon
Author[personal profile] nisacharakj 
Type and Genre: Yaoi; Romance/Fluff
Rating: G
Characters: Uchiha Itachi, Uchiha Shisui
Summary: Guess who's hungry?

For [personal profile] olliegami 



You left again. I was cold and the bed was empty. I sort of had plans on being a grump for the rest of the day, but is that you in the kitchen right now? Are we having bacon?  "Mm, morning."

Still in those pink boxers, mm? "Morning."

You'd rather see me naked? "Watcha making?"  That's a deep pan. So we're not having bacon?  

The windows are wide open, and it's a Sunday. Not that I'd mind, though. "Porridge." No, not bacon. I'm boiling water.

But… the bacon? "Are you sick?"

"No…"

Here, let me give you a kiss, perhaps you'd change your mind. "I love you."

…See that? That is a pinch of salt going in the water. No, there will be no bacon. "I love you too."

No? What if I stuck my tongue in here, like this? "Nn—" Your ear is so cute~

Ah-! You cheat… "Shisui."

"Mm?" Have I convinced you yet?

"Get me the bacon." Perhaps.

You're the best, Itachi~

"And a pan." And wipe that grin off your face.
nisacharakj: (dreaming with the faeries)
Of course, this is just a little list I'm making-- because it occurred to me that I should~ Most of the themes deal with not-so-light instances, though, sadly. Oh well, here goes:

Shisui
With Shisui, the main theme that has been bugging me lately would have to be death. I wouldn't mind playing out whatever form: suicide (canon or AU), terminal illness, mortal wounds, old age/natural death. I've always considered a military or police force AU in which Shisui ends up working to protect a person or ideal using himself as the ultimate sacrifice. It wouldn't be a spur-of-the-moment case, though, and may involve long time planning and mental preparation for what is to come, keeping secrets and fulfilling promises with a twist. It doesn't have to be romantic at all, and could even be a one-sided thing as far as he is concerned. I'd just love to play out the slow acceptance of fate and the end of things; how he, as a human being, learns the real meaning of letting go all that he has lived and worked for.

On the topic of selflessness and sacrifices, I'd also love to play out something in which he has to cope with being contented to watch the one person he loves the most spend their lives with another person, either happily or unhappily.

Kotoamatsukami has also been nagging at me for quite a while now, and having to play something with him using it to manipulate somebody he cares for deeply would be awesome, I think. He would never consider resorting to manipulation when it came to somebody he loved, but perhaps he would have to do it in order to protect said person? How he sees himself or judges his self worth after having to use such a technique on another person would be interesting to explore.


Hashirama
For Hashirama, I guess, falling apart would be something I would love to look into. I guess this would need a Madara, or somebody as equally powerful as himself, where all his plans for a better and brighter future somehow crumble while he is still alive and he has to watch it all happen. He would obviously desperately try to fix things, but since he usually is the character to always have everything go his way, I suspect it’d be fun to play out a scenario in which everything went wrong for him.

Then there’s that little question mark that won’t stop nagging me: the part where he lets Madara live after the battle at the Valley of the End. He obviously would have known that Madara was not dead at the end of that battle; my question is ’What really took place between them that day?’ All the what if’s~ I’d love to play it out :3 <---Okay, so this has been lightly touched on in canon, but I would still love to explore their relationship in general, as friends and visionaries.

And then, of course, in general, his relationship with Mito. Just—omg are there any Mito roleplayers out there?


Mito
Again, with her, I’d love to explore her relationship with Hashirama. I’d like to put her through a loss of some sort, like the loss of a child after the kyuubi has been sealed within her. Mito gets a whole lot of loss to deal with, unfortunately, and I’d also love to play out her reaction to Hashirama’s death… Ah, poor girl.

Another little thing I'd love to play out would be how she learns to cope with the Kyuubi inside her, and how, with the help of her husband, learns to contain that vessel with love. A bit of an abstract approach would be a fun thing too.



Sasori
With him I’d like to explore the concept of transience (OU or AU), something he tries so hard to deny. I’d like to play out a moment in which he is forced to tap into the human side of himself, which would throw him off to an extent. It’d be a conflict I’d love to explore. He needs some soul searching.



Tobirama
Always the younger brother and in the shadow of the eldest; I would love to explore the relationship between Tobirama and Hashirama, and also between him and Madara. I've always believed that it was never just his upbringing that made him cling to his father's ideals (to some extent) and also to suspicion. He would have had to try hard to be completely acknowledged by his brother, someone who acknowledged an Uchiha as a brother and an equal instead.



Rin
What if Rin never died? I'd love to play out her relationships with older versions of Kakashi and Obito. Would she still love Kakashi? Would she grow to love Obito?

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