#twinuchiha

[motherofsharingan]

”Sorry to wake you, baby.” She cooed softly at him as she continued to pet his head. Gentle. Soft.

@twinuchiha

[whiskeysmulti]

“Here, let me help…” Kyosuke gently places a warm cloth against Itachi’s wounds, worry shining in the younger Uchiha’s eyes. “Does anything else hurt?” Seeing his older brother like this felt like a punch to the gut. Itachi had always been invincible in his eyes when he was younger, but now… seeing him like this was scary @twinuchiha

Random IC- always accepting! Pre-massacre setting! He knew the twins cared about him more than they would care to admit and Itachi felt the same. He'd give anything for his little brothers, and Kyosuke was always kind and patient with him. There was nothing Itachi cared about more in the Leaf, than the people of it, his brothers included. And seeing Kyosuke react in such a manner was reassuring they cared about him too. However he never wanted them to worry over him, there was a difference in worry and concern, and a little concern Itachi could accept.

The cloth stung his skin as it dabbed at the blood, but he'd be fine, it was just a little scrape as far as he was concerned.

"Thanks, Kyo. I should be fine, this was the worst of it."

[hatredcurse]

“Sasuke!” Kyosuke dramatically grabs his brother by the arm. “I love you. I just thought you should know that.” || @twinuchiha

"—??"

Sasuke stared back at Kyosuke, a little confused on what spurred this on. "Is everything alright?"

[naruto-uzumaki-anon]

“Hi Naruto!” Kyosuke runs over to the blonde. “I got you a present!” @twinuchiha

Kyosuke! Long time no talk! UZUMAKI NARUTO LOVES PRESENTS!

[hatredcurse]

Continued || @twinuchiha

Suigetsu admittedly wasn't all too familiar with these holiday ritual and rites. He came to this place per invitation, had one too many drinks, and now he was stumbling between rooms trying to find the highest energy group he can jump into.

Though, at some point, he staggered away over to some doorway to lean against the cool wall, cheek to the wood, relishing in how refreshing the cold was on his warm skin. His eyes flittered almost into a dream until he heard that soft, sweet non-Sasuke-yet-kinda-Sasuke voice.

"Did I wanna wha-" he blinked a couple of times at Kyosuke before looking at the mysterious plant above him. "Oh, hmm......"

The waterling wanted to appear well-educated, but this one was kinda' lost on him.

"What are we doin'??" he smiled, pleading this ignorance to the tradition and giving a million dollar smile instead.

[hatredcurse]

“Merry Christmas!” A cheerful Kyosuke says, bags in hand with presents for his brother and his little daughter strapped to his chest. “Yuri, what do we say to Uncle Sasu?” The little pink haired tot stared at her Papa for a second, then at her at her Uncle. “Me…Merry Christy!” Her little slip up makes Kyosuke chuckle fondly. Almost. // @twinuchiha

Sasuke smiled thinly at both his brother and his niece. Grabbing the presents from him, he hesitated to pass back his own, given that Kyousuke was holding his daughter and Sasuke wasn't sure if he had the arm space.

"Merry Christmas," he nodded to him before lowering himself down to his niece's eye level," merry Christmas to you too."

From his pocket, he procured a small package, one he was certain she could hold and held it out to her.

[crowvinae]

@twinuchiha ♡'d for a one-liner.

                                                    ╭──╯ . . . . . . . . ╰──╮

         “Kyosuke, strength cannot exist without weakness, just as truth cannot exist without the presence of falsehood.”

[hatredcurse]

"I'm scared… I don't want to die," said Kyosuke || @twinuchiha

Red. It was all red. That disgusting, dark color that permanently stained his mind. It blotted his memories, it crowned his vision, it overlaid all the key moments in his life. He couldn't escape that sickly sweet smell of iron nor that awful slick feeling whenever it wet his hands.

"You're not going to," he said with measured panic. Sasuke couldn't tuck the shake in his chest nor the erratic light touching of his fingers about Kyosuke's frame, accessing the damn best he could of where to start.

In a near-manic state, his healing ability was useless. It was all he could do to swaddle his mirror image with his furisode as he channeled all his chakra into a healing arc around his wound. It won't be good enough to fix him, but at least enough to deter the bleedout.

"Look at me, keep talking. Tell me something," he instructed him, near begging, with Kyosuke's hand in his.