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Banshō Ten'in - new chapter is up!

Sakura is back in Konoha – as Akatsuki's spy. What secrets will she discover in the shadow of the greatest of the Five Villages? Will her sense of self hold strong in the place that once destroyed it?

In the new chapter Sakura helps Kakashi with his grief (without any kind of ulterior motive... right?), we see what Jiraya has been up to, and Kisame takes the first step on his journey to become a shark sage.

(art by azherwind-art!)

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When does the path we walk on lock around our feet? “Haruno-san, they’re ready for you.” When does the road become a river with only one destination? “We’re gathered here today to discuss what has become a glaring issue that can no longer be ignored.” Councilman Makoto’s hardened eyes scan over every occupant in the meeting room but they slide over Sakura as if she’s not there. “It’s come to our attention Haruno Sakura that you’ve broken numerous codes of conducts as per our shinobi handbook of rules,” Koharu’s disdain rumbles in her age-roughened voice; around her various council members nod gravely. In their midst sits the Hokage, grave in a way Sakura has never seen her. With her fingers steepled under her chin, and her gaze carefully shuttered, Tsunade appears to be the perfect picture of a leader. “Rule 72: a good ninja must always prioritise his mission above all. Rule 34: a good ninja must kill his emotions and act only on the will of his village. Rule 89: a good ninja must always differ to the judgement of his team captain. Rule 11: a good ninja will never take decisions that could compromise the safety of his village. Are you not familiar with those rules, Haruno Sakura?” Makoto barks. He doesn’t slam his hand over the desk the way Tsunade might do in a fit of explosive anger but there’s enough fury in his voice to make Sakura’s finger twitch in the direction of her sword. “Your actions have cost us greatly,” councilman Haru intones. “We have lost valuable intel because of your rash judgement. Your mission was to secure a scroll at all costs. Not only have you failed your mission objective, but you’ve compromised your whole team in the quest to save one person. What’ve you to say for yourself?” Sakura stands under the stripping gaze of nine councilmen feeling naked. The mask clipped to her hip is a sharp reminder of how much she’d gotten used to being anonymous; just another bone-white monster killing in Konoha’s name. Sakura bitterly reflects on where that has landed her and doesn’t deign the council with a response.

If she opens her mouth it won’t be anything short of damning. I regret nothing, she would’ve said. I’d save my teammate again. In every scenario, I’d choose him. “Can we honestly say we’re surprised?” Danzo speaks for the first time that session, drawing all eyes to him. He looks at Sakura like she’s a particularly disgusting insect on the sole of his sandals. “Given her history, given her ties?” It takes Sakura all of three seconds to understand what he’s implying. And when she does, killing intent floods her like a crashing wave, nearly impossible to suppress. “Hatake Kakashi’s student, how very fitting. What trash has the White Fang’s son been stuffing into your head?” Danzo’s tone is dangerous, promising scathing retributions. “All those years I knew Hiruzen’s soft-hearted choices would come back to bite us.” He spats unforgivingly. “And here you stand, Haruno. Insubordinate just as Hatake Sakumo stood before you, raised and taught by the disgraceful hands of his son.” Sakura trembles with surpassed rage. “Kakashi-senpai has nothing to do with this,” she says icily. “I take full responsibility for my actions and resign myself to deal with whichever consequences you deem fit.” Makoto scoffs and turns to Tsunade. “The council will stand for this no longer. We have ample proof that Hatake Kakashi is not fit to be a jounin of Konohagakure. She and he are a disgrace to everything our fire emblem holds.” Tsunade’s hands lower. They’re like the damning call of a reaper—Sakura senses a finality in each minute tremble in those fingers. “Haruno Sakura,” she says softly. “You’ve taken an oath for this village that you’ve failed to honour. I find I have no choice but to serve you a punishment worthy of the degree of your crime.” Sakura doesn’t tremble. She’d seen this coming, had known it in her heart the moment she’d gone back to rescue Shikamaru from captivity. “I will accept anything you ask of me, Hokage-sama.”

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mint limeade

"Oh, Sakura's boyfriend," Kisame repeated. A particularly heavy groove thrummed through the speakers.

Then he spat a mouthful of coffee all over his fuzzy slippers.

(part 2/4 of "the lemonade stand" series)

AO3 ff.net

Cover by: @frostmarris

Links to the first part, strawberry lemonade, for AO3 and ff.net

#fic #temporary cover #crossover #resident evil #naruto #sakura haruno #leon kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon s kennedy #sakura hoshigaki #hoshigaki-verse #indulge in the self-indulgence #sakura hoshigaki is sakura haruno #akatsuki!sakura #hoshigaki #eight #what do i gotta do to see some sakura/leon out here huh #a WASTELAND for this crack pair

She’s not amused :)

In which Sakura is secretly apprenticed by Tsunade (and some others) a little earlier than in canon and is trained with the purpose of infiltrating the ranks of the Akatsuki and become a spy for the hidden leaf. The training was very extreme, but acting like a true shinobi even as she severely compromises her morals with the horrible things she must do to keep her cover and build more of the organization’s trust in her is even harder. She's breaking, and she has convinced her loved ones that she’s truly betrayed them, but she’s also determined to carry on with this mission if it means contributing to the safety of Naruto and Konoha.

this is for @pewpewpew for the @akatsuki-gift-exchange

the prompt was ‘Deidara or Itachi or Kisame giving Akatsuki!Sakura a hard time and her holding her own.’

i tried to upload it sooner but my internet connection in the woods hated the file size. i'll upload the colored version soon!

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"Not everyone is going to hurt you" anbu!itachi&Akatsuki!sakura au. Please

Itachi alights upon the roof of the bar, taking a bracing breath. According to all reports and to his own senses, she should be here. It has been a handful of years since they last met, but time does not dull this wound. In fact, it lingers, festering, beneath his skin.

It is hard to overcome the downfall of your hero.

He swallows, shaking away nerves he hasn’t felt since he was first assigned to her unit all those years ago. Then, he stands straight, activates his Sharingan, and descends.

She is seated on a barstool, nursing her, “Whiskey, keep it neat. My life may be going to hell, but I keep my drinks stiff and organized.” She turns to him, face open and smiling as she says, “Mass genjutsu? It seems pretty low-level, but you’re keeping even the shinobi here enthralled. I’m impressed. You’ve been practicing, Itachi.”

Itachi tries to ignore the frisson of excitement (?), pride (?), that runs through him. Even now, he seeks her approval. “Sakura.”

“How are you, Itachi?” she asks, looking him over with easy interest. She meets his gaze directly, unfearing of his kekkei genkai. He isn’t sure if he should be indignant or glad, but Sakura possesses certain skills that leaves her nigh immune to any kekkei genkai that would affect the mindscape. It is one of the reasons she was initially scouted for the Root program after all. “You look wan; is Konoha ill-suiting?”

Bile rises in his throat. “I’m not here to be recruited,” he spits, shaking his head in disgust at the very idea.

“Then what brings you here?” Sakura asks, sipping at her drink. “Konoha? The bounty on my head? Danzō?” She twists her lips with the last word, draining her glass dry.

“I have a duty to fulfill.”

“Duty,” Sakura scoffs. “Duty is the excuse fed to Konoha shinobi to serve the machinations of old war dogs. Duty is the excuse given to clan heirs to keep them complacent to clan wishes and traditions. Duty is what’s used to keep you willing to fulfill the selfishness of others.”

“Duty is honor, duty is loyalty, duty is fulfilment of fealty owed,” Itachi replies. “But I’m not surprised you don’t know that.”

Sakura doesn’t flinch, instead standing from her seat and vaulting over the bar countertop. “You still like your drinks fruity and sweet?”

Itachi doesn’t dignify that with a response, just watching as she pours him his favorite beer. He doesn’t acknowledge the painful fluttering in his chest, whether at her remembrance or at the flash of memories the action calls forth.

Sakura slides the beer his way and pours herself another whiskey. He eyes the glass warily, hesitating.

“Not everyone is going to hurt you,” Sakura says, voice soft and understanding.

“What do you want from me?” Itachi asks, feeling lost.

“Nothing,” she says, drinking her whiskey. “There is absolutely nothing that I want or need from you.” She leans forward against the bar, watching him intently. “And that’s why we can have this conversation. The real question here is what do you want? You, Uchiha Itachi. Not Danzō, not Tsunade, not Fugaku nor any of the Uchiha clan elders. What do you want?”

“I…” Itachi trails off, Sharingan capturing the slope of her throat as she swallows her whiskey perfectly for his permanent memory. “I don’t know.”

Sakura’s smile is wry and familiar, the one she often wore when he particularly pleased her. His face flushes with an equally familiar, but less welcome, warmth. She gestures around the bar, at everyone under genjutsu still. “Thankfully, we have time.”

#itasaku #sakura haruno #itachi uchiha #akatsuki!sakura #anbu!itachi #this is also an age swap au #y'all i have THOUGHTS about akatsuki!sakura #she was recruited to root young #after she passed some basic kekkei genkai genjutsu tests #because inner is a great mechanism to protect sakura's mindscape #and i'm forever bitter that kishimoto did nothing with inner #sakura rises through the ranks and is trained to be danzo's successor #but she's disgusted by it all #the blatant hypocrisy of konoha #she is charged to massacre the uchiha clan #instead she airs some of konoha's dirty laundry and flees #she joins up with akatsuki #kisame is her partner

Hello friend, and welcome!

As the name implies, I write fanfic for a lot of different fandoms. My Ao3 is multifandom_fanfic_writer and you can find plenty of fics there.

My biggest fandoms are Naruto (my life's work is my Akatsuki!Sakura story, Shinra Tensei) and Hannibal.

For Hannibal I've written many fics: from cute to sad, kinky fics; and a variety of AU's. Other things I've written are:

The Sandman fics (Dreamling and a crossover with GO)

Ace Attorney fics (Wrightworth)

TMA fics (Martin adopted by LonleyEyes, JonElias, a few others)

Avengers fics (gen and FrostIron)

I've also written a Geraskier (Witcher) fic and a Steddy Hands (OFMD) fic.

If you're interested, take a look, and if you like them, let me know and make my day better! :D

Love, Multi

(art by azherwind-art!)

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strawberry lemonade

Leon Scott Kennedy had it embarrassingly bad for the back row kid with the pink hair.

Meanwhile, Sakura Hoshigaki could only squint at her phone and wonder why she was getting so many texts from the football team’s pretty boy.