Shisui, fully aware he’s spilling Clan secrets but too tired to care: yeah there’s this thing called the Mangekyo. It’s the final form of the Sharingan, awoken only by extreme trauma. It’s very, very rare, and more powerful than you can imagine. If my clan were even to find out I told you, I don’t know how severe the repercussions would be
Kakashi, his ANBU captain: you . . . both have this?
Itachi: only Shisui.
Kakashi: can I see it?
Shisui: *lets his Mangekyo show for a moment*
Kakashi:
Kakashi: so that isn’t just like. A thing the sharingan does. Natural step on the life cycle
Shisui: *eyes narrowing* . . . no. Captain, have you seen a Mangekyo before?
Kakashi: *under his breath* in the mirror once. I thought it was a hallucination
Shisui:
Itachi:
Shisui: i wish i could tell the clan that the guy they shunned and refused to teach their ways accidentally outperformed all of them and then saw the result and thought it was a fucking hallucination
Itachi, mildly worried: the Mangekyo causes blindness. Have you been experiencing any of that?
Kakashi: *shrugs* I’ve been eating more carrots in case that was the issue
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How would the Uchiha men ( Indra, Madara, Obito, Itachi, Shisui and Sasuke ) react to receiving the silent treatment from their usually loving wife? Maybe they had promised to come home on time this time but failed to do so again. Now, she was disappointed and truly upset. She had always been super understanding, but this time, it felt like she was no longer a priority to them.
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Indra – The One Who Watches
Indra was not unfamiliar with silence. He wielded it as a weapon, as armor. But this silence—the absence of her warmth, her voice—was different. It was not a tool; it was a wall. And he despised it.
(Y/N) did not acknowledge him when he stepped into the room, his dark gaze assessing her as one might observe an unfamiliar storm on the horizon. He exhaled slowly.
-You are upset.- A statement, not a question.
(Y/N) did not reply.
Indra’s jaw clenched. He moved closer, fingers ghosting over her wrist, but she turned away. He could command armies, bend the wills of men, yet here—before her—he was reduced to something small. Mortal.
-Speak,- he murmured, low and deep. -I do not enjoy this game.-
Silence.
His Sharingan flared to life, frustration leaking through the cracks. He was not one to beg, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes when he murmured, -I will not ask for forgiveness, but I will make amends. Look at me, (Y/N).-
She wanted to. Gods, she wanted to. But he needed to learn.
For the first time in his life, Indra found himself standing before something he could not control.
Madara – The One Who Fights
Madara Uchiha did not apologize. He fought, he commanded, he conquered. But this silence…
(Y/N) passed by him without a glance. He stood there, watching her go, a scowl twisting his lips.
-You're still angry?- His voice carried the edge of a man who did not like being ignored.
Nothing.
Madara crossed the room in three long strides, placing himself directly in her path. Arms crossed, expression thunderous. -This is childish.-
(Y/N) met his gaze at last, eyes cold. Childish?
Her silence turned sharp, a blade pressing against his pride. She saw the moment frustration flickered into something else—concern.
-Fine,- he exhaled, voice rough. -Tell me what you want.-
(Y/N) shook her head and walked past him.
A growl, a flash of crimson eyes. Damn it.
The great Madara Uchiha… bested by silence.
Obito – The One Who Falters
Obito was all heart. Loud, expressive, relentless in his affection. So when (Y/N) did not greet him, did not look at him, did not smile at him, the world tilted on its axis.
He tried at first to brush it off, draping himself over the couch dramatically. -Alright, alright, I know I’m late, but I brought dango! I know you can’t stay mad at me when there’s dango.-
Silence.
The smile faltered.
Obito sat up, brows furrowing. -Hey… you’re really mad...?-
Still nothing.
The panic settled in. His fingers fidgeted, reaching for her, but hesitating. -(Y/N)…?-
When she turned away, something in him cracked. His voice softened, hesitant. -I didn’t mean to— I just— Can you please talk to me? I don’t like this. You— You talk, you always talk.-
The desperate edge to his voice almost made her cave.
Almost.
Shisui – The One Who Pleads
Shisui was playful, light-hearted. But right now, there was nothing light in the way he hovered around her, hands twitching at his sides, wanting—needing—to touch her.
-(Y/N)~,- he crooned, voice coaxing. -You wouldn't really ignore your husband, would you?-
Silence.
His smile wavered.
-Okay, wait, let’s talk about this—
Nothing.
Shisui let out a very dramatic sigh and literally dropped to his knees before her. -You’re killing me here.-
(Y/N) looked down at him, expression unreadable.
-Just say something,- he begged, reaching for her hands. -You can yell, hit me, anything—just don’t shut me out.-
When she still refused, he groaned, falling backward onto the floor. -Oh god, this is how I die.-
A tiny twitch at the corner of her lips. Almost imperceptible.
Shisui caught it. His eyes glinted.
-Ah...- He shot up, grinning. -There it is! I'm winning you back already.-
She sighed. This idiot.
Itachi – The One Who Endures
Itachi noticed the shift immediately. He was perceptive, too much so. The subtle stiffening of her posture, the way her gaze lingered just past him rather than meeting his eyes.
A lesser man might have let it fester, waiting for the storm to pass. But Itachi…
He did not speak at first. Instead, he moved through their shared space with careful deliberation, bringing her tea, leaving small gestures of warmth in his wake.
And still, (Y/N) gave him nothing.
Finally, he placed a teacup beside her and murmured, -I have hurt you.-
A pause.
Itachi exhaled through his nose -I cannot undo the past, but I will ensure it does not happen again.-
His voice was soft, edged with exhaustion. He would not beg. But he would wait.
And she knew, in the end, Itachi never broke a promise.
Sasuke – The One Who Burns
Sasuke was used to coldness. He had lived his whole life in the shadow of it. But from her?
No.
His steps were measured as he approached, expression carefully blank. -(Y/N).-
Nothing.
His teeth clenched. -You're overreacting.-
The silence sharpened.
Sasuke inhaled slowly, struggling to rein in his frustration. -I said I'd be home. I didn't say when.-
That was the wrong thing to say. He knew it the moment her shoulders tensed, fingers curling into fists.
Sasuke was many things, but a fool was not one of them. He exhaled sharply, forcing himself to swallow his pride.
-(Y/N)... I didn’t mean to make you feel unimportant.
A flicker of something in her eyes. Sasuke pressed on.
-I’ll be better.
A pause. And then—finally—her gaze lifted to meet his.
