#slainkin

[asunokami]

fireheart

[starter for @slainkin]

It wasn’t like he was scared of the other children. No, it wasn’t that at all. 

They didn’t seem all that scary, they talked and laughed and played. The rumours at academy about all Uchiha being mysterious was weird and untrue. Yukirama had suspected it, mostly because people called him weird and never mysterious and that also wasn’t true. People liked to say strange things, and it was best to learn not to listen to any of them.

He wasn’t really an Uchiha though, and he knew that well. It had only been a week ago that he’d been brought to live with an elderly couple that had no children of their own. The nice auntie had a fan painted onto the pin in her grey hair. And above her door. And stitched onto the back of her yukata. 

Uchiha were proud, and it was an honour to be taken into their clan. Yukirama knew it was important, even if the full significance of his adoption kind of passed him by.

All he knew was that his classmates looked at him differently now, and that every day after school, he came home to a district full of fans and life. He liked that much better than being corralled with the other orphans of the village.

But now, he’d been told to go ‘make friends’. Something he was notoriously bad at. So he’d followed the rabble of raven-haired children around for a while. Some were younger than him, some his age, but he knew none of their names. Trailing them was all he could do, for now.

[sennokami]

Welter

UNUSUAL WORD HEADCANON PROMPTS #1 - accepting !!

Welter: What subject will they never fully understand?

Madara actually tried to learn to heal early on, when he was 16-ish. It did not end well for him. All his life, he’s been able to pick up the shinobi arts without much trouble -- genjutsu? On lock. Ninjutsu? Not even trying. Taijutsu? Cakewalk. But iryo-ninjutsu has always eluded him, much to his private frustration. He just... can’t figure out how to do it. How to get his mind in the right place to mold and control healing chakra, how to think of the body as something to fix rather than something to hurt.

Eventually, he gives up on it past his twenties. Since his failure, Madara has always quietly admired and envied healers. But on a more personal, grimmer note, when he’s in a bad headspace, his inability to heal confirms one of his personal suspicions about himself: he is only capable of destruction.

[masshirohebi-moved]

@slainkin asked:  ☀

SEND A  ☀ AND I WILL GENERATE A NUMBER FOR WHAT MY MUSE SAYS TO YOURS 227 -  ❝She got in my way and I pushed her down the cellar steps.❞ The serpent glances towards the Uchiha escorting them inside the building, assessing him as he takes them deeper in to the police station, where several other officers all linger about the halls and offices. Perhaps it hadn’t been the wisest idea, to act on spite. But when the woman had shoved her way passed them, then disrespectfully enforced her size to get where she wanted to go, they simply couldn’t help it. She must have been at least six feet, if not, then just under. But whatever height she lacked, she made up for in stature. A strong build, not someone who one would pick a fight with. She had easily trampled passed the Sannin, who’s smaller form had practically bounced to the side when she moved. Something about being overlooked had made the viper feel as if they had ingested poison. Her rude comment commanding they watch their step provoking their retaliation. They didn’t do well with people brushing them off as if they were a mere pest, not when the last few days had been nothing short of degrading as it was. Community service didn’t suit someone of their caliber, and although it was a grand improvement from execution, they still felt bitter about it. Parole didn’t make matters easier - had assisting in the villages war not been a sufficient apology?

They probably would have gotten away with their little act of spite, had the police officer not been so keen and aware. They read the badge strapped to his shirt, Uchiha Shiori. They wish they could have shoved him down the same stairs they had shoved the woman, but alas, that would have ended them up in more trouble than they already were. A petty crime perhaps, minor assault. But when they had countless acts of murder marring their report as it was, they couldn’t risk even the pettier crimes. The Uchiha asks them for their side of the story, to which they answer in careless honesty, “she got in my way and I pushed her down the cellar steps.” Maybe if the cumbersome woman hadn’t been so big and mighty in her presentation, they would have thought twice about shoving her. How were they to know someone so sturdy looking would end up breaking a limb when she tumbled down the steps? They sigh softly, this was going to set them back with the Hokage. Glancing at the Uchiha, they search him for any signs of corruption. “You wouldn’t happen to be the kind of shinobi who accepts bribes would you? I’m sure I could make losing that document worth your while.”

[fatumtenetur]

@slainkin

゜☆    ━━ 

             It had been a while since he had walked down this street, and passed by a familiar house. The house that belonged to an older Uchiha who tended to his garden quite well. He stopped and gazed at the magnificent work he had created until crystal clear eyes fell on a familiar face.

         ❝ -- Ah Shiori. Greetings. I was just admiring your hard work with your garden. It has been a while since I last visited. I apologize for my tardiness. ❞

[momiji-katsu-chiru]

“No no, you’re sick. You rest, I’ll take care of everything.” ( Momma Kin and babby Shio 👀)

Delightfully Domestic Starters | Kintsugi

   It had started that morning with a light cough. Something that could have easily been dismissed by either of the two adults in their home. Sure Kintsugi had felt the tad bit of warmth too but that still wasn’t going to stop her from getting up for the dag. Even though she would like to stay in bed she also didn’t want to risk Shibi forcing medication on her.    Yet sadly she, and her husband, had both made the vital mistake of allowing one of the children to sleep with them the night before. Which meant that the smallest movement was sure to awaken them. Which was a proven fact when she tried to sit up and a head of messy dark hair arouse with her. “Mama?” It asked with a small voice. Why did they allow this again? This was going to make getting ready for the day hard.    They tugged on her arm and asked again. “Mama?” Kintsugi looked downwards, a tired small on her face only to be interrupted by a cough. Causing that little ball of hair to jump up, nearly knocking over the other person in the bed onto the floor, and dramatically point at her. “You’re sick!”    “Ah, No! I’m fine Shiori! I promise.” She tried to assure. Not wanting any more commotion to alert her partner. “Let’s get up okay? We can go have pancakes with your brothers okay, just be quiet, okay?” Voice a raspy hush. There was no need to cause a commotion after all.   Shiro refused and began to tug at her arm some more. Trying to force her down. It was almost cute in a way. This small child trying to make her, the grown adult, fall asleep. “No no, you’re sick. You rest, I’ll take care of everything.“ The determination of him got to her, it was just too cute.   She laid back down, holding back a giggle as he covered her with the blanket. Tugging as much away from the now half awake man that laid on the other side.   “Huh?” Shibi slowed blinked awake at the feeling of the it. “What? What’s going on?” He grumble, lifting up the sleep mask he wore only to turn and see the small boy tugging at the rest of the blankets. “Shiro? When did you get- Kin, when did?”   She was about to talk only for the rest of the blankets to be tossed upon her.   “I’m in charge! Mama is sick! So I have to take care of her!” Shiro replied.   Shibi looked between the two, sighed, got up and went to their bathroom. “I’m getting the medicine, orange or cherry?”    Kintsugi hated being sick, but at least now she had her own in house doctor?

[akaisix]

@slainkin

                         “Ah... can you stay to my left?” 

           Saburo had promised he’d be around for lunch after the end of his last mission. Usually, he spent his few days of off time recovering, but he’d promised. And not only that, he had already said the mission hadn’t been too bad. It hadn’t. It was only that the use of his mangekyo strained his eyesight and he’d been keeping that secret. He’d kept it even from his brothers. But right now, he was tired and his left blurred worse than his right. 

                       “The mission. It took more out of me than I thought.”

[uchihacycs]

“ AAAAA HAPPY BIRTHDAY SASUKE “

“No.”

[kaknzn]

“ You look like you’ve rolled off a mountain, hitting paper bombs on the way down, and walked away as if nothing happened. You look THAT bad. ” Shiori commented, staring Kakuzu up and down. Not the nicest thing to say but when was he one to care?

      “You look like someone whose still beating heart is about to be ripped clean out of his chest.” Kakuzu’s threads shifted under his skin, a silent threat. He clenched his fist slowly, his skin hardening with the intent to get in an altercation.