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⸻♣️ #akatsukirites is a naruto NS&FW writing blog by VD. MINORS BEWARE THE NS&FW TAGGED POSTS. this blog features: ♣️ konan of amegakure, ♣️ uchiha itachi, ♣️ hoshigaki kisame est. October 2023 Ao3 | Carrd .Tag List. [WIP] [♣️–VDwrites] ♣️–VDmicroblog ♣️–ficpromo .Tags to Block.[WIP] nw&fw ____ cw Credits: theme - honeysuckle by seyche ginko icons - animiconz
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Entry for @kisames-corner's KisaWeen2024 Halloween event: Apple-Picking
tl;dr: Konan and Kisame go apple-picking because that's the prompt and godDAMMIT I'M GOING TO WRITE THE PROMPT
Excerpt
Konan plucks the fruit from the limb and turns around. "It's tradition." Kisame nearly rolls his eyes. "What tradition? I don't recall Akatsuki having apple-themed parties."
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'Keep running. Almost there.' He runs so hard he tastes blood. Bodies all around him. Mud splashing on his shoes. Mud made of...
"Itachi-san," Kisame's voice shakes the past's hold on him. He realizes he's been standing in the same spot on the open road for a while. "Something on your mind?" Kisame always sounds gruff, but rarely displeased.
Itachi adjusts the sugegasa, tipping it backward so he can look across the field from the hill-road. Summer wildflowers are in bloom, blips of orange and purple in an ocean of tall grass. In the distance, a string of silver as the sunlight reflects off the river. It's not far.
"The battle of Abukuma," he replies in earnest.
Kisame raises a brow, "Oh? I'm surprised you know of it. It wasn't decisive."
Itachi lets his partner's trivia linger. Though he speaks truth, it creates a new reality to hide in. He could let this be nothing more than a passing memory of some history lesson.
"Although now that I recall," Kisame starts again, "Fire sent Uchiha troops, didn't they?"
So much for hiding.
"Yes," Itachi replies, "50 against 200 Iwa shinobi."
Kisame clicks his tongue, "Not enough against your kind."
The Uchiha were too prideful to see anything beyond a crushing, satisfactory victory.
"They were no match for us."
It was exactly what Fugaku wanted Itachi to see. It wasn't until Earth crossed the northern border of Fire that anyone realized it was a simple diversion.
Kisame turns to him, curiosity practically dripping from him. " 'Us'? You sound as if you were there."
Itachi merely flicks his eyes up at him. "Is that so hard to believe?"
"But you would've been just a child. Barely old enough to leave home."
Itachi sighs through closed lips. "Kirigakure isn't the only cruel place in the world."
"Aye," Kisame acknowledges, lips pressed in a frown. They both set their eyes on the field. Though it is beautiful, not even tallgrass and wildflowers can hide the deep craters bore unnaturally into the earth. The tree line is so obviously shaped by wielded fire. If they ventured into it, they'd occasionally find hitai-ate poking out from the soil. A little further and they'd find bald spots, patches of dirt. For too much blood sank deep into the land and nothing would ever grow again.
"A child should never know war like us, Itachi-san" he says softly. Definitively. Apologetically. With sadness behind his gruff voice. Itachi steps closer to him, trying to find comfort.
Use Your Imagination
for Drabble_Zone's Prompt #413 | 100 words
3… 2… 1. Now close your eyes. "Everything is burned, red ash everywhere. The color of clay and maple leaves. Our ancestral home in Western Fire Country." Hear our fathers call their bannermen. "Your great-grandfather leads a charge against the Sun clan. Entire nations are split and remade from this plane." Time-warp, once more. "Butterfly wings are nothing compared to the ripple from Madara-sama's fan." "Uchiha generals climb mountains of dead to repel the invaders. Uncracked granite walls covered in invisible, red words." "Shisui-kun… this is scary." Your father instructed me to prepare you. I am sorry, my dearest cousin.
Give Me Time
for Drabble_Zone's prompt #411 | 100 words
Konan forbids entry to Akatsuki Towers' south wing. Enlists her most trusted subordinates to assist. She sends scouts to gather intel on her enemy. 'Trace his every movement. Find his power source. Discover his true identity.' None return from their mission. Konan prepares extra measures to deal with the uncertainty. Her trump card. She settles on the number 600. One hundred for each path of Pein. One billion pieces each time her heart was shattered by their creation. Madara will know the full measure of her wrath. It will take 33 days to complete her quota. She only has five.
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tl;dr: An angsty minimal-dialogue take from Nagato's perspective on Konan's behavior through their years in the new Akatsuki.
Excerpt:
Nagato slips into the Tendo path's consciousness. He expects darkness, but finds heaven instead. Slender, soft fingers idly thread themselves through Tendo's hair; caressing Tendo's cheek. He longs to greet his admirer. Rinnegan eyes crack open and bear witness to the fleeting image of Konan's unpainted lips curled into an arc, shining like the sun. As quick as he sees it, her smile shatters under horror and shame. The light retreats from her quicker than the love from her fingers as she realizes the bright sparkle of Yahiko's eyes is Nagato's instead. Hurt floods him.
He speaks to her through Tendo; cold and unforgiving. "What are you doing here?" Red beads on her lip as she sinks her teeth into it. “Leave, Konan.”
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"Will you not look upon me, my lady?"
Konan stares into the abyss. She needn't turn around to know the deadened look in his face; detached from all life and what comes after. Or how he grips the hilt of his sword with disciplined fury gives away his desperation for something else. And that he comes to her seeking validation, redemption; even when he has spited her past Order in all seven languages. Why would she look upon him when she can only bear so much sadness? This is one of the reasons she was banished from the Bene Gesserit.
Kisame heaves a disappointing breath and retreats from Lady Konan's receiving room. Down castle steps and back into the bloodied fray. He tosses his helm and pauldrons on the ground– it'll be easier to move this way. He glances up at the tower behind him; in the smooth glass window. He spies a pair of amber eyes looking down and he realizes–
She never stopped looking at him.
She looks out the window beyond the tower's gaze. On towards the water– Caladan's never-ending seas. Violent and rippling. Soaking in the hour's rain only to funnel it back up into dark clouds. At least here, in the old quarters, the meta-glass sky canopy only allows the most suitable amount of rain. A superficial amount. Just enough so that the crops and plant-life may not drown.
"You look lost in thought, my lady."
Konan scoffs under her breath, amber eyes searching below the depths for an answer to her worries.
"Please do not call me by such titles. I've long been a traitor of the Bene Gesserit."
Kisame runs a sharpening stone across his blade in rhythm with his own heart-beat. He finds that it's the only meditative practice that stuck with him after betraying the Sardaukar. He runs and runs and yet cannot find home no matter how long he suffers through this ocean planet. He seems content to call her as he will, though she's told him to quit calling her by her title for years.
"Do you worry for the young Atreides?"
"So you've heard the news?"
"Not much intel escapes these ears."
"You still keep old channels?"
"The servants are bored without their masters. Gossip is their only pastime." He flips the blade over. "You must give them tasks."
"I'll do no such thing."
Kisame shrugs, his thick neck preventing his shoulders from coming up too high. His expression says as much.
"Why do you keep him in your thoughts?"
The sea churns with mystery. A planet with a billion-year history, and this one not always wet. What carcusses and broken steel towers lie beneath the waves? What nearly-forgotten conspiracies and sunken histories? There are answers in the caverns below the surface; yet guarded fiercely by strong currents. She could chart a boat– but then the secrets would go to the cursed Spacing Guild. She knows she cannot swim that strong.
Konan finally turns away from the window. Afternoon shadows fall across the room, leaving most of Kisame's form in obscurity. It is only with her training that she recognizes the tension of worry. "Do you know of the Kwizatch Haderach?"
"The Bene Gesserit prophet?"
"The Order fears his coming."
"They think the young Atredies this prophet?"
"One cannot know what the Order thinks. But if the Reverend Mother judges him to be so, I can only imagine what horror she'll whisper to the Emperor."
"What better place for revenge than the– what did you call him?" he pauses, looking into Konan's sharp, expectant eyes. "The Kwizatch Haderach's home world?"
Konan turns back towards the ocean as Kisame gives her a report on what remains of their battalions and warcraft after the Harkonnens whipped Caladan with their hatred for the Atreides. Were it not for Kisame's timely orders, they'd all be slaves to those pigs. Though, they lost almost half their reserves in the process. It is a bittersweet victory.
"And so you find the source of my true worries, my lord."
"It is foolish to rise against the Sardukar with what men we have left."
"There must be another way," she murmurs.
But what way is left for a household with no name?
Glimmers Outtakes: Hard Times
for Drabble_Zone's prompt #388 | 100 words
Konan presses a hand hard into her knee. Laboring breath, she pushes herself to stand. Lips set in a firm line as she analyzes her opponent. Though Kisame doesn't fare much better, he manages to keep a bitter grin up. "It's been a while since I sparred with someone as skilled as you, tenshi-sama." "Likewise. Not since Madara." "But," he starts, "I can't help but feel that you're holding back on me." And crosses his sword to prepare for another blow. Oh, to his disappointment. Long has she lost her fighting edge. Konan clenches her teeth. A shinobi no more.
GYD Outtakes: Driving Home
for Drabble_Zone's prompt #384 | 100 words
“You don’t have to go inside,” Konan says, pulling up to the old house. Nagato turns to her with determination. “And how many years have you been coming here to pray?” It feels like he has to fight for everything these days; even the dignity to pay his respects. Konan's taut frown as she helps him out of the car reminds him that it's only a matter of time before he must succumb to a wheelchair. He grips his cane tighter, and Konan's hand tighter still. He's not ready. At the shrine, he kneels painfully before Yahiko's bright picture. "Tadaima."
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tl;dr: A young Kisame and Konan go on a mission together. notes: This was written for @sweetspicybingo Winter 2023 and is posted to their Ao3 collection. A bonus epilogue chapter is included.
Excerpt from Chapter 5: Three
Trekking through the highlands of Lightning is difficult for Konan. She's never trained in high-altitudes, nor in such terrain. Yet, she is tasked with leading them so she ignores her waning stamina, something Kisame never seems to run out of. She takes a wide step up the hill and grabs onto a rock to pull herself up. It takes more energy than she expects. Clouds of ice slip between the folds of her veil as she catches her breath; and feels the sharp coldness in her lungs. She looks out across the trail they came from and sees a light cloud of… ash? It's faint, drifting down from the mountains. Kisame catches up to her and looks up from below the boulder. Konan's hand is outstretched, catching the ephemeral tendrils of winter as they melt in her palm. She tips her head up towards the gray afternoon sky to see snowfall fluttering down in dusty specks. The veil of her sugegasa parts, spilling back a waterfall of white silk. She takes it off so she can feel the snowflakes melting on her cheeks. She never imagined them to be this soft. Like frozen cotton. 'Beautiful.' Kisame can't help but notice how her lilac hair is the strongest color in this dull landscape. Her veil drags on the ground as she stands captivated. Sensing his presence, Konan turns to him. "It doesn't snow in Amegakure," she explains, if only because she is self-conscious of her inexperience. "Does it in Water?"
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Excerpt from Chapter 40: Twenty-Three
“You gonna make me take another day off?”
Her lips upturn in a smile. A real smile. One that finally reaches her eyes. She walks in front of her desk.
“No, it’s nothing like that.” Her face turns mischievous. “Although you should take a day off.”
Kisame rolls his eyes. Konan points to the couch where there’s a long wooden crate; the top popped open and protective packaging strewn across the floor. It strikes him as something the military would issue.
“I want to give you something.”
Kisame pushes the lid the rest of the way off. What lies inside makes him speechless. He blinks and looks to Konan for answers.
“It may still need adjustments, but I think you’re going to enjoy this.” She tilts her head and smiles again.
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[image description is available for screenreaders] Part of the Graveyard Dogs series
tl;dr: Itachi forces Kisame to accept a few things.
Excerpt:
“Do you call him by my name too?” As he walks up to him, it occurs to Kisame that perhaps Itachi wanted him to slam his body into the wall. “I can save you a thousand yen.”
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just got done reading 'rise of the warrior cop: the militarization of america's police forces' by radley balko and OF COURSE THE ONLY THING I CAN THINK OF IS KISAME AU. book basically talks about the history and use of SWAT teams; in particular the egregious offensives against the fourth amendment. and also documents police chiefs, law enforcement academia, heads of agencies now long gone, and literal SWAT cops quoted saying "omg we shouldnt be doing this" (pg. 241 of 1st edition) SO YES KIASME AU IS COMPLETELY LEGITIMATE.
also there is a theme that keeps returning of 'if we think the people we are supposed to protect/serve are the enemies, what does that make us?' LIKE... HELLO. THIS IS KISAME'S MONOLOGUE.
apparently i read a book about police brutality and immediately think of kisame. great. JUST GREAT. FUCKIN BRAINROT ALL THE WAY TO HELL I GUESS.
so heres the plot i guess
1- kisame as vet-marine, currently working SWAT at [INSERT CITY LOL] (u know we gotta keep him beefy AF and also traumatized by war) 2- itachi????????? whats this bitch doing? oh well the uchihas still run this powerful AF police union with connections to police departments across the nation 3- itachi becomes disillusioned (like he does) even tho hes literally an excellent cop. OFC fugaku goes off the rails. 4- jiraiya, an agency head of [insert agency that actually does their job of oversight], offers itachi a job as an internal investigator. hes supposed to go to kisame's place and work inside their department and collect evidence of wrongdoing. itachi is still a patriotic-FUCK so he does this. as a result, sasuke gets immunity from whatever fucked up thing sasuke got involved with. maybe crack. who knows. any shiita in there? anybody? 5- so... i guess now SWAT team is Akatsuki????????? 6- madara runs this department as a corrupt-AF chief who doesnt give a fuck at all 7- OFC we need to have deidara in there. but like, deidara opposed the militant nature of his village didnt he? cant reasonably put him on the force. maybe hes a 'terrorist'. 8- but where is konan. i need her. I NEED HER. maybe she can be an auditor whos lost her steam and just rubber stamps everything. 9- and also if Kisame is pre-defection, doesnt that mean i need that other guy in here? whats his name? [looks it up] FUGUKI maybe fuguki can be a chief also lol or a captain or some shit. maybe fuguki runs the swat team. 10- so itachi comes into play and kisame is IMMEDIATELY STRICKEN by how goddamn gorgeous this man is 11- itachi winds up on kisame's crew. they go out doing drug raids and serving warrants and shit like in my little book and how its COMPLETELY INNAPPROPRIATE TO BE USING THIS KIND OF FORCE FOR NONVIOLENT CRIMES THEY HAVE FUCKING TURRET GUNS ON TANKS WITH RAMS NO I AM NOT BEING HYPERBOLIC HERE 12- itachi plays along. kisame slowly cracks. 13- big fight between kisame and fuguki, resulting in fuguki's death 14- itachi helps kisame cover that shit up because thats not what hes there for. he's there to TAKE DOWN THE ENTIRE DEPARTMENT. 15- cue romance 16- itachi also works to turn kisame into an informant 17- itachi is collecting data like-- how many times are SWAT deployed, how much money in federal grants are used to purchase exclusively weapons, how many times does a SWAT raid result in an arrest of a violent criminal, how many times does a SWAT team get the wrong house, how many times-- i mean the list GOES ON. itachis assigned there for three years. 18- whoops i ran out of plot. ok.
just got done reading 'rise of the warrior cop: the militarization of america's police forces' by radley balko and OF COURSE THE ONLY THING I CAN THINK OF IS KISAME AU. book basically talks about the history and use of SWAT teams; in particular the egregious offensives against the fourth amendment. and also documents police chiefs, law enforcement academia, heads of agencies now long gone, and literal SWAT cops quoted saying "omg we shouldnt be doing this" (pg. 241 of 1st edition) SO YES KIASME AU IS COMPLETELY LEGITIMATE.
also there is a theme that keeps returning of 'if we think the people we are supposed to protect/serve are the enemies, what does that make us?' LIKE... HELLO. THIS IS KISAME'S MONOLOGUE.
apparently i read a book about police brutality and immediately think of kisame. great. JUST GREAT. FUCKIN BRAINROT ALL THE WAY TO HELL I GUESS.
made this in october and im NOT EVEN PAST FUNNY FEELINGS T______T ; also a bazillion scenes have been written since i made this so it is not a spoiler lol
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