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☆ Fun Facts About Uchiha Kiya

☆ Arrogance Playlist (preview below)

☆ Character Playlists

【 ☆ ⠂⠄𝕆𝕄𝔸𝕂𝔼𝕊 ⠄⠂☆ 】

♡ Chapter 43 ♡ Chapter 44 ♡ Chapter 45 ♡ Chapter 48 ♡ Chapter 50 ♡ Chapter 52 ♡ Chapter 56 ♡ Chapter 59 ♡ Chapter 61 ♡ Chapter 64 - Shinobi HGTV Part 1 ♡ Chapter 66 - Shinobi HGTV Part 2

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so i’m gonna assume that it’s gonna be a happy ending but my heart is genuinely aching for kiya especially after the latest chapter. Please tell me that danzo is gonna be dealt with as soon as possible and the same goes for that dumbass (excuse my cursing) Hiruzen and kiya will be left alone because i genuinely get heated when kiya gets hurt.

I’M SO SORRY 💔 but yes, there will absolutely be a happy ending!!! Danzo and Hiruzen’s days are numbered here on out; things are about to get WILDDD. we’re literally about to hit one of these:

THANKS FOR READING!!! 💗

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Hi! Do I need to be off anon for the tea?

Hi hi!!! Yes, message me and I’ll spill ¬‿¬

(I feel like I know who this is tho? 💗)

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𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝑩𝒆 𝒂 𝑵𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒍 𝑭𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅 𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒑

CW: battlefield aftermath, gore, graphic descriptions of injuries

Itachi had never spent a birthday on a battlefield before.

He could not say he recommended it.

The plateau stank beneath the summer sun, the air humid and thick with flies. Bodies lay across the mountainside in uneven scatterings, some still half-sunk in mud, others dragged into rows beneath canvas awnings and separated by village. It was a gruesome sight, and Itachi certainly wasn’t the only one affected. From his place at the back of the gathered Uchiha children, he could see the way they balked at the sight, turning away from the carnage and breaking off from the group one-by-one to heave up their breakfasts. Itachi understood the impulse. His own stomach churned dangerously, but he couldn’t give in. He was the clan heir. He had to remain composed.

He could not look away.

Before they left the compound that morning, his father had rested one hand on his shoulder and said, very simply, “Don’t turn away. A shinobi does not have the luxury of ignorance. What you see today is not meant to frighten you. It is meant to teach you.”

Ahead of him, his father’s voice carried evenly over the plateau, explaining the disadvantages of the terrain to those still capable of listening. By then, that number had narrowed considerably. Several children were crying. Several more were vomiting. A few appeared to be doing both at once. 

Itachi tried to follow. He really did. There was a lesson here, and he was meant to learn it. But his attention had focused on a corpse instead.

The man lay half-turned onto his side, arm outstretched as if he was reaching for something in his final moments. What remained of his neck was a dark, ruined column of flesh and bone. The severed edges had dried black in places, red in others, and through the mess of it, Itachi could see the pale knobs of his spine. Flies gathered there thickly. Tiny white larvae stirred in the wet tissue. ‘Happy birthday to me,’ he thought distantly. Six years old today. How many more birthdays would he get? Ten? Twenty? None?

His fingers curled at his sides.

He did not want to become one of the bodies. He did not want to make bodies, either. These were people. Someone had taught that Iwa shinobi how to hold a kunai. Someone had scolded that Konoha shinobi for tracking mud into the house. Someone had once held each of them as babies.

And now they were here. Fed into the same machine and sorted afterward by forehead protector.

If this was what it meant to be a shinobi, then perhaps he did not want it.

But wanting did not seem to matter much.

If he refused, the wars would not stop. If he turned away, bodies would still fall. If he decided he did not want to be a shinobi, someone else would take his place, and the same blood would darken the same mud.

His father continued speaking, voice steady as stone. Itachi swallowed. Perhaps that was the answer, then. If war would happen regardless, then maybe his duty was not simply to survive it. Maybe his duty was to become strong enough to end it.

He was not naive enough to believe that he, a six-year-old boy, could solve world peace. But someday, if he became strong enough, perhaps he could help build a world where war was no longer necessary.

Perhaps.

“Itachi!” 

He jolted as his name tore through the somber air, shrieked furiously by a familiar voice. Itachi turned at once, training moving his body on instinct, one hand dropping to the kunai pouch at his hip. 

Kiya was charging straight at him.

For one instant, he could only stare. Her eyes were wide. Her face had gone pale. Itachi’s mind, startled as it was, supplied the only reasonable explanation it had available.

Again? She was going to attack him, again?

Here? Really?

Of all the places she could have chosen to resume their fight, she had picked here? In the middle of a battlefield. Surrounded by corpses. While his father was lecturing. On his birthday. Itachi supposed that he should not have been surprised. Kiya had never seemed particularly bothered by concepts like timing, restraint, or basic social courtesy. Still, even for her, this was bold.

So bold, in fact, that some small, deeply unwilling part of him almost admired it.

Of course. That had to be the point. She had waited until he would never expect it. Until he was distracted. Kiya had apparently surveyed a mountainside full of corpses and decided what the day truly needed was another fight.

She slammed both of her hands into his chest.

The force knocked the breath from him. Itachi hit the ground hard, landing in a mud puddle with a splash. His jaw was slack. He couldn’t believe the nerve she had—really, what was her problem!? He pushed himself upright, mud sliding down his sleeve, irritation flaring. His mouth opened, already forming some demand for what, exactly, was wrong with her, when he saw the kunai meant for his throat tear through Kiya instead. 

Tiny bonus Itachi-POV scene from chapter 5 of my Naruto AU! (˶>⩊<˶)

[ Itachi x OC, slow burn, fix-it, happy ending AU, everyone lives / no one dies ]

⟡˙⋆ ━━⊱ Read more here: Vainglory [AO3]

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Ah yes, your surgery was successful, not to worry. Everything went according to plan, you'll need to do some physical therapy to exercise and get used to your third arm, but your writing speed should increase in no time.

😆😆

Me, waking up from surgery:

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Hey so in case you see any hate comments on your fics, I saw someone say they make those bots on purpose to get you to delete your fic so they can either feed it to ai and reuse the content or even officially publish it and if the original is gone no one will go after whoever's pulling that sort of bs. I hope you never ever get any hate because you're amazing but I thought this was worth sharing just in case

HAHAHA yesss ive seen those dw!! Mainly I keep getting the art scam bots😭

One bot (with an actual account… my god they’re evolving) just commented on my update claiming that I’m also a professional artist and need money for my upcoming surgery 💀

I was unaware I’m having surgery. thank god they let me know 😮‍💨

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𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑷𝑳𝑨𝒀𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑺!

...aka, what I think these character's playlists look like ₍ ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎

Kakashi's Playlist

Itachi's Playlist

Shisui's Playlist

Genma's Playlist

Naruto's Playlist

Sasuke's Playlist

Kiya's Playlist

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Bestie idk if this works I don't write fanfics but love your work and thought Id share this

https://x.com/ranluna13/status/2032554410698519028?s=46&t=4oLIkS_N1r5VEhTi41Eb0A

IDK HOW I JUST NOW SAW THIS OMG my baddddd bestie 😟

Thank you so so much for looking out!!!!! But apparently that just prevents you being being able to select text, making it less accessible, and you have to do it for each chapter 💔

I truly hate AI. I hate that these are things we have to worry about. I HATE THAT PEOPLE STEAL OTHERS’ WORK. I hate it all!!!! I know my fic was one of the ones scraped a while back already 😔 I’m not even sure privating my fics would help, bc they have FUCKING ACCOUNTS NOWWWW.

Unfortunately, all I can do is just hope no one feeds my work to AI (again), which… in today’s day and age, is probably a long shot.

Still, I’m going to keep doing what I love—WRITING. With my HUMAN imagination, brain, and body. And hopefully, the difference between my labor of love versus what a damned CLANKER regurgitates will always be evident <3

Okok rant over. Sorry for highjacking this post 😭 And THANK YOU AGAINNNN FOR THINKING OF ME!!! 💗

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Carry the Weight is for Mizuki!!

Lucid for Kabuto!

Lessons is Kiya when Kakashi is removed from being her guardian sort of thing, I forgot what it's called, and he avoids her.

Alice of the Upper Class is Kiya looking back on her life right before she's sober, and last, but not least, Charades is Kiya's "special" training

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk!

THANK *YOU* FOR THE TED TALK! I adore music recs and always need new things to listen to while I write :P

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I'm listening to Halsey's deluxe version of The Great Impersonator (10/10 if you want extreme emotional damage) and realizing for the first time how well her songs apply to Kiya and Kakashi and Itachi 😭😭😭

I can picture Kiya singing Dog Years or Ego to herself after she just returned to the village in her bedroom, and Kakashi overhearing her and having a mental breakdown.

Itachi's perspective of Kiya is in Hometown 😭 And I Never Loved You is the aftermath of the clan

Lonely is the muse is before Kiya left on the worst mission of her life, and Arsonist is her view on Danzo, Life of the Spider is how the village sees her once she's back, Hurt Feelings is about the Hokage.

I'm about to listen to the deluxe part now and figure out what fits where for this fanfic off your fanfic I've put on the album lol

BRB NOW I GOTTA GO LISTEN!!!!

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Just came across a chaotic video of a girl called Patience Snow on tiktok and I believe she embodies the spirit of Kiya pretty well when Kiya is being absolutely chaotic.

waitttttt i just took a peek and lmfao i can see it!!! 💗

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SHE RETURNS!!! *clutched chest while falling to my knees*

May your laptop rest in laptop heaven, it served a wonderful job of delivering your brilliance to us mortals. RIP

thank you, thank you 😪 I find comfort in knowing Laptop’s life was one well-lived. to bring joy to others is to bring peace in your own… now, she may rest 🥹💔

I WRITE ON IN HER HONOR!!!

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The second bathroom? Chef's kiss!

The bucket list? Brought me to tears as well.

I want that too. I want that for myself. I just need to get a goddamn job in my field out of this country I'm in. I've been trying for two hellish years but the problem isn't me, it's my passport. It's too expensive to relocate me for just any company, and the big ones that can afford it haven't had an opening for me during this time. So it's endless rejection after rejection. This last one really stung because the person interviewing me seemed so elated I fit so well with the job description. It gave me hope. Alas it was not meant to be, they're not the ones making the final decision. And I have about a month left of this job search before I'm stuck in my country for the next 2 years because I need to create a stable situation and think long term. I thought it would happen by now. I've been trying to leave one way or another for almost 20 years now.

Oh my goshhhh I’m so sorry you’re going through that 💔 that is so SHITTY ugh I’m so frustrated for you, it’s the worst feeling when you’re made to believe something will work out… and then it doesn’t 🥺

I’m rooting for you SO HARD. You deserve a yes, and I’m holding hope for that for you 💗💗💗💗💗 If my chapter gave you even an ounce of comfort today, I’m glad <3

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Perfect update timing as I've just been spiraling over a job rejection, thank you <3

NOW WHO THE HELL WOULD REJECT *YOU*?!? Fuck that place and fuck whoever made that stupid ass decision (ง •̀_•́)ง

You clearly have TASTE and they DO NOT‼️

Bigger and better things are coming your way!!!!!! MANIFESTING THIS FOR YOU!!!!! I hope you like the chapter in the meantime ❤️‍🩹

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🪠 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟞𝟞 𝕆𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 🪠

Sasuke stood in the doorway with his arms crossed, radiating pure contempt. “I shouldn’t have to be here,” he muttered.

“Actions,” Raido said, voice calm, and maddeningly reasonable, “have consequences.”

“He deserved it!”

Pulling the rubber gloves up to his elbows, Raido shot him a look. “What would Kiya say? Hm?”

“…hmph.” Sasuke turned his face away with the world’s smallest, sulkiest head tilt. “Well, she’s not here, so whatever.”

Raido sighed, forgoing any attempt at reasoning with the prickly boy, and approached the toilet like it was a hostile animal. Sasuke hovered closer to the exit, clearly planning to bolt the second things got dangerous.

Bracing the plunger, he said, “Alright. Let’s do this.”

Sasuke’s foot slid half a step farther back toward freedom.

“Oh no you don’t.” Raido grabbed him gently by the arm and nudged him to the side of the tank. “You’ve got a job. You’re on tank duty.”

Raido lifted the porcelain lid with one hand. Sasuke recoiled. “EW—what am I supposed to—”

“You’re going to keep your hand right here,” Raido said, guiding Sasuke’s palm toward the floater arm. “If the water level rises, you lift it. If it drops too far, you push it down.”

Sasuke stared into the tank. Then at Raido. Then back into the tank. Finally, he rolled his eyes and nodded. Patting him on the shoulder, Raido took a second to say a prayer.

“Okay. Here goes.” He plunged downward with vigor.

GLORP.

Both of them froze, staring at one another with wide eyes. Raido swallowed thickly, plunging again, gently this time. 

GURGLE.

“Um—”

“Shh! Stay calm,” Raido hissed, voice tight. “No sudden movements.”

Third plunge. The toilet made a sound no toilet should ever make. Something vengeful. Demonic. 

Then, all of a sudden, WHOOSH. A geyser of brown-tinted water surged up and over the rim. Sasuke shrieked—an objectively tiny, adorable noise—and defaulted to his crash-course training, yanking the floater arm up. 

Snap. 

For one suspended heartbeat of pure horror, Raido and Sasuke stared at the very important piece of plumbing now dangling uselessly from Sasuke’s small, traitorous hand.

Raido’s pupils shrank. He inhaled sharply. “RUN!”

With his years of training and shinobi reflexes, Raido could clear the doorway in a heartbeat. But Sasuke, eight years old and panic-stricken, froze. 

A deer in the headlights of a brown tsunami.

Raido saw it happen. Saw the kid lock up, eyes huge, body rigid, fear pinning him to the tile. He didn’t hesitate. He lunged across the bathroom, grabbed Sasuke around the middle, and scooped the kid straight off the ground—one arm around Sasuke’s waist, the other braced protectively along his back.

“I got you!”

Sasuke latched onto him instantly, tiny fingers digging into Raido’s vest in primal terror.

FWOOOOSH!!!

The wave hit Raido full-force. A tidal blast of foul, biohazardous toilet water slammed into his knees, drenching him in… pure sewage.

Sasuke let out another shriek, burying his face in Raido’s shoulder. “IT’S TOUCHING YOU—IT’S TOUCHING YOU—IT’S TOUCHING YOU!!”

“I KNOW—JUST CLOSE YOUR EYES—”

Sloshing violently forward through the spreading puddle, Raido held Sasuke high enough to spare him from the contaminated flood. With a heroic kick, he slammed the bathroom door shut behind them, sealing the demon within. They stood there in the hallway, panting.

Slowly—very slowly—Sasuke lifted his head from Raido’s shoulder. His eyes were wide. Shining. Profound. 

“You… you sacrificed yourself. For me.” he breathed. 

Raido, dripping toilet water on the floor, cleared his throat. He adjusted Sasuke on his hip, patting the boy’s back awkwardly. “I got your back, bud.”

Sasuke didn’t speak for a moment. Emotion flickered across his face as he stared. Then, he squared his shoulders, took a shaky breath, and nodded solemnly. 

“I won’t ever forget what you’ve done,” he said, voice low with oath-like conviction. “You’re an honorable man… Raido-nii.”

Raido’s heart burst open like a water balloon. Physically holding back an ‘awww’ that would get him demoted back to just ‘Raido’ status, he set the kid down carefully. 

“Don’t mention it.”

*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*

The new bathroom had taken shape surprisingly quickly. Tenzō had grown it straight off the back of the laundry room like a tumor made of fresh wood. The walls were up. The ceiling was sealed. A large rectangle cutout that would eventually become a window let in natural light.

The upstairs toilet, meanwhile, had been resurrected.

…Barely.

By the time Raido had cleaned himself up and was no longer a walking biohazard, Genma and Naruto returned from a suspiciously long trip to the hardware store.

Most damningly, they smelled like fried pork and ramen broth. 

Raido and Sasuke narrowed their eyes in perfect, synchronized loathing. Gluttons. Not only was it unfair, but had those idiots forgotten what’d gotten them into this mess—literally—in the first place? They couldn’t have gone out for salad? 

“We come bearing supplies!” Genma declared, waving around a sealing scroll.

Naruto looked around in wide-eyed wonder. “Wowww! Tenzō-nii, this looks awesome!”

He cleared his throat, suddenly bashful. “Hey, thanks, Naruto! It still needs finishing touches, but—”

Genma was already unsealing the scroll. Everyone scrambled back as a brand new toilet, a massive soaking tub, a double-sink vanity, the rest of Tenzō’s shopping list, and about six other things they definitely did not need exploded into existence across the floor.

Sasuke strode forward—eight years old and four feet tall, yet with the gravitas of an army general. Hands clasped behind his back, he paced the length of the bathroom, inspecting each fixture with solemn, terrifying scrutiny. This was being funded by the Uchiha clan’s coffers, after all. 

“Sasuke, look!” Naruto pointed inside the tub. “There’s jets! And that’s not all!” For his next trick, he pulled a small remote from his pocket. “They light. Up.”

Letting out an approving hum, Sasuke nodded. “Cool.”

“...How much money did you authorize?” A vaguely horrified Tenzō asked, looking up and down the line of luxury fixtures. “Are you sure that—”

“No one questions my financial decisions,” Sasuke cut in, lifting his chin imperiously.

Everyone nodded. Even Tenzō, after a moment. Sasuke resumed pacing, crouching to inspect the stacks of floor tile, scrutinizing the toilet, and running a finger along the edge of the vanity. Once he was done, he turned to face the room. 

“I approve of these fixtures,” he declared. “We begin installation immediately.”

“AND THAT,” Genma announced, yanking out a plastic-wrapped tube, “is where we come in. Who’s ready for some caulk?”

Raido froze. “Genma. Don’t do this.”

“We haven’t even installed anything yet…” Tenzō pointed out half-heartedly. No one gave any inclination they’d heard. Throwing his hands up in exasperation, he turned to the pile of plumbing hardware and got to work. 

(A/N: do I know anything about plumbing? … No. No I do not. Take this with a grain of salt. Idk why anyone would come to me for plumbing advice anyway, but.)

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omg i just went through the tags for arrogance and now this might be farfetched but im thinking that maybe itachi, kiya and kakashi in a relationship is endgame??? Because of the polyamory tag? But aaaah i dont see that happening realistically so why is the tag there? 😭😭

TEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE perchance!!! Or maybe it’s there bc ima write Genma, Raido, and Tenzo as a throuple… 𓁹‿𓁹ʰᵉʰᵉ

WHO KNOWS ⁉️ (let me cook😼)

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Do u follow a posting schedule? Cant wait for chapter 66

(｡•́ ̫ •̀｡) no… but i wanna…! 👉👈 once i get my shit together yall will be the first to know!!