goddess.

"You are you, I am me, but what are we?"

[goddessofworlds]

=Made For One Another, Ch. 1=

  -An Itachi Uchiha x Reader Fic, Non-Mass AU- TW: Descriptive gore and angst -Original Clan -Y/N Nagathme -Clan Royalty -16, Itachi’s age -Yorugan, Nagathme clan kekkei genkai, unlocked in a way similar to the Sharingan “Something new?”

You moaned, putting your hand on the side of your face and looking up at your father’s annoyed and hurried expression. You didn’t understand why he was so... afraid. He didn’t tell you. “I don’t want to leave.”  

“Well, yes, I don’t want to leave either, but it isn’t safe for us here. Quickly, now.” “Isn’t safe for us here,”

you mocked him in your mind, the corners of your mouth pulling into a displeased frown. Your father had always told you lies and you weren’t going to be surprised if this was one of them. You scoffed in your head. “It’s always something with you, father... We can never stay in one place.”

You turned your attention to the empty bag splayed out on your bed. He’d told you to hurry, only pack the essentials. You assumed your mother was currently doing the same with your older sibling, hurriedly packing as Hakawa was asking her what she was doing. Hakawa eagerly peeked into your room and purred your name. “Y/N-san! We’re going on a trip! Father said we’re going to the Leaf. Aren’t you excited?!” She tugged on your sleeve and her cute grin grew as you reciprocated her eager gaze. “Very excited, Hakawa.” Despite the fact the girl was older than you, she’d held onto her childish personality. She was shorter than you by about two inches and rather petite. You picked her up often in the same manner an older sibling would do to a younger sibling. People didn’t believe she was older than you and occasionally, you found yourself forgetting that fact.

You packed exactly what he’d asked you to pack. The essentials and nothing else. Kunai, shuriken, scrolls, your journal, a few changes of clothes. Your family had made running a habit. Never have you stayed in one place for long. Your father was paranoid that someone would find out you were Nagathme royalty... A long-forgotten clan that was once prosperous, but had descended into madness as a mystery illness ran through each person and killed them off without warning.

Ah... Your family, however, knew this was just an extermination. Fearing your strength would become uncontrollable, the Kage made a plan to unleash a modified deadly illness among the Nagathme district.

You, your mother and father, Tsurime and Ryuu Nagathme and your older sibling sibling, Hakawa were the only ones to survive this mystery illness. In fear of being discovered, you fled. Changed your names and popped up years later when you were unrecognizable. Your new name, which was picked by your parents, hadn’t fit you. A flower. Ume. Japanese apricot, this flower means “elegance.” Yet you, however, were not elegant. Not one bit. Rather clumsy in a way that wasn’t charming. Annoying to you and the people around you. It’s funny. You aren’t very aware of your surroundings. You weren’t aware of the tension in the air, not the fear. You didn’t smell it like you normally would have. Maybe it’s because your senses were flooded with anger towards your parents. You didn’t realize that there was a dark presence lurking outside of your home, waiting to catch you and your family in their trap. Your father’s voice rushed you as you pulled your backpack on, taking your katana from the wall and sheathing it at your side. You followed your mother and father out of your home, protectively taking Hakawa’s hand as you started sensing the tension and the sensation of someone’s eyes on your back. Intense and piercing as they bore holes into you. You sensed the attack before it even came, but it was too late. Hakawa’s scream ripped through the silence and you quickly scooped the small girl up into your arms, protectively wrapping an arm around her waist. Your breathing hitched as you witnessed your mother and father being decapitated by a single swing of someone’s katana, the fearsome blade glittering in the moonlight with the blood of your parents. The sound was horrifying and you instinctively moved your hand to cover your sister’s eyes, but she screamed again nonetheless. Your parents’ bodies dropped into lifeless heaps, your mother’s head tumbling towards you and hitting against the toe of your boot. Her eyes. Lifeless. They’d lost that glitter of hope and excitement you’d normally seen while she was cooking at home and making you lunches before you scampered off to hang out with your friends. Then your father’s head... sluggishly bumping into the bleeding trunk of what used to be your mother’s neck. His eyes had lost the glitter of determination and independence you’d seen as he pushed open the door of your home, waving as he departed and left your family’s cute faces behind for the day. Their jaws slacked. Their expressions were horrifying and you had to bite your tongue to hold back the scream that welled up in your throat from the sheer horror of the situation. You quickly looked up to find a tall masculine figure wearing a white kimono and golden obi, now stained with the blood of your parents. Wearing a fox mask detailed with red, decorative lines on the sides of the face and spiral symbols over the cheeks. Red eyes glinted in the moonlight, reflecting back at you with a kind of malevolence you hadn’t seen before. “Run.” All it took was that one word, and you’d already broken off in a sprint in the direction that your parents were already leading you down. A sense of fear and pit of despair in your stomach that faded as you picked up your pace, your older sibling holding back choked sobs as she clenched onto your shoulders. You would have been able to get away. Had the same person not dropped in front of you and taken your sister from your arms. It was so quick. You couldn’t have stopped it if you tried. The person in front of you was holding Hakawa by her neck as she grasped and scratched at their hand tightening around her neck. Your face morphed into one of horror as you screamed for help. ... It was no use. The blade that found itself through Hakawa’s stomach glinted in the moonlight, your younger sister’s blood easily dripping off of the cool blade. You let out a sob as the person who had just drove their katana through Hakawa’s stomach disappeared in a flicker, her body dropping to the ground with a harsh and rough thud as you scrambled to your knees beside her. Tears quickly dropped from your eyes. You hadn’t realized it, but... Your Yorugan had been unlocked. Your sister smiled softly up at you in a prideful way as she reached for your face, somberly wiping the tears from your left eye. “I’m so proud of you, Y/N. You’ve finally gotten your Yorugan.” Her voice was soft. It sounded prideful despite the fact she was on the edge of death. She weakly coughed up blood as that childish glimmer in her eyes faded. “Please... Clear the Nagathme name.” ... That was... two years ago, now. You woke up in a sweat, your throat scratchy from the cry that wracked your vocal chords. You stared at your feet, pushing the blanket you were laying under off of your body. You quickly pulled your knees to your chest and wiped your eyes, trying to wipe away the tears that seemingly just kept coming. Ever since the event, you’ve had nightmares. Every single night, your mind has been wracked with memories of your mother, father and sister being killed by a man who fled and left one young girl behind to cry out their names. ... You scoffed to yourself and got to your feet, going over to your vanity and staring at yourself in the mirror. Dark circles under your E/C eyes, the dull shade of them lacking the sparkle you had when you were younger. You smiled at yourself in the mirror in an attempt to make yourself feel better and it worked.  You stopped crying just as you heard the rough knocks of someone at your front door. Three rough rasps in succession, rough enough to drag you out of your thoughts. You proceeded downstairs and went to open the door. Shortly before you had, you ran your hand through your H/C hair and huffed at the knots you had pulled your fingers through. You wiggled your fingers in an attempt to shake the hair you’d pulled from your scalp from your hands.  You opened the door and you were met with a surprising face. The face of someone you’d seen around the village. You’d known his name, of course. Everyone did. The pride of the Uchiha, as he was called. The boy who stopped a coup d’etat and massacre. Wearing oddly casual clothing, hmm... He met your gaze and simply hummed, his gaze shifting from your sunken eyes to your unkempt hair and wrinkly clothes.  Suddenly, you felt insecure, but you didn’t sense any... disgust, or displeasure in his gaze. In fact, the way he gave you a small smile definitely eliminated any feeling that he was judging you. “Y/N. Get dressed and meet me in the Uchiha district.” ... The boy knew your name? You scoffed softly as he twirled on his heel and proceeded away from your home, supposedly back to his. The fact he knew your name instilled a sense of pride in you, despite the fact there was absolutely no reason for you to feel prideful. You were being surveilled and that’s probably the only reason he knew your name. Still, you turned around and shut your door. You wondered to yourself why Itachi Uchiha of all people wanted to meet you. You shrugged it off and decided to entertain his request, proceeding upstairs to get dressed. As you thought about it, though... It still felt weird that he called you by your name. In your mind, you still had that subconscious urge to freak out because he hadn’t called you Ume, but you dropped that name a while ago. Still... It was uncomfortable. You shrugged it off and went to get dressed. --End of Chapter One.--