guess an uchiha

anonymous asked:

Could i have an angsty madara scenario pretty please?

Is this okay? I don’t really like it??? Also it’s modern if ya cant tell

Originally posted by umbranitri

Mindlessly lighting a cigarette, you held the gentle killer close to you, allowing the small escape to invade your chest as you looked out onto the city below you. Though it was getting rather late, the scene under you was still in constant motion, the sounds car engines and overzealous voices and humming machinery never ceasing to fade. There was something you liked being above it all, pretending that you weren’t victim to the same life that those beneath you led; it had always been nice escape from the world around, a moment to pretend that you weren’t as pathetic as you actually were.

Though, as everything in this world, it didn’t last.

“This was alway the most disappointing thing about you.” a voice commented from the doorway, watching as the smoke left your lungs.

For the most part you ignored the remark, turning your phone on and glancing down at the small screen, but you did give the acquaintance the recognition. “And what makes you assume that I am here to you proud?” you countered before kissing the cigarette again.   

He didn’t respond at first, too aware of your defense mechanisms to actually give a reply that wouldn’t result in an insult of a similar fashion being thrown at him. There was also the small fact that he knew better than to say something as such, but he still liked to think that he had sway over you, years after his control had been relinquished. And so, all he did was walk out onto the balcony and stare down at the same scene that you were gazing down at, almost as if you two were still tolerant of each other.

Side eyeing him, you raised an eyebrow at his presence. “I thought you would have already gone home by now?”`

Never allowing his gaze shift from the city, Madara answered, “There’s nothing to do there. Might as well kill some time here.”

Almost snickering at his reply, you rolled your eyes. “Kill time here? You work here, aren’t you sick of this place yet?”

“It’s all the same. I could ask you the same.”

“I just wanted a smoke before I went back to my place.” you replied, looking back down to your phone, your lips pursing as you saw multiple small notifications of a text continuously dropping down. Shaking your head, you followed through with your statement with a murmur. “If I wanted some peace and quiet away from everyone, is that really something that should be taken away from me?”

Hearing that shift in tone, Madara glanced over to you, seeing your eyebrows knit together as you stared down at the small screen in your hands and read through the different message from the same person. “So it’s come to this already?” he asked, having a rough idea of the relationship that you were currently in and all of the various texts, accusations, and threats that were being displayed across your screen at that very moment. He was a smart man who knew you more than you would have liked to admit, so he knew exactly why you were stalling up there on the rooftop before leaving.

“Hmm?” you shifted your view away from the phone. “I don’t know what you’re trying to say.” you lied.

“You sense of denial was another thing that always disappointed me.”

“Good thing I don’t need to prove myself to you any longer…” you murmured, bringing to square to your mouth. And as you did that, you felt your phone begin to vibrate, as the signal of an incoming call came into view. Looking down, you saw it and simply locked the phone and placed it in your pocket without a second thought, ignoring the call, not yet ready to hear the voice on the other end.

Seeing this small action, Madara raised his eyebrow again at you, “So, is he not enough for your demands either?” he questioned.

Instantly snapping a glaring, you hissed.“Be quiet.” you demanded. “The fact that you feel you have the authority to compare yourself to those I am with now is incredibly ignorant. You were replaced when you made the decision that you wanted something more than me. When you placed a job and an image above me, you were replaced. Simple as that.”

Hearing the statement, his gaze sharpened. “Don’t blame me for all that. You were at fault too-”

“Bullshit.” you snapped. Shaking your head, you continued your glare. “I don’t want to get into all of that, and I know that you don’t either, so I don’t understand why you do this, Madara. Just leave me alone. Don’t act like we were ever anything. You destroyed that, and so I left. I don’t know how else I can make it clear that I don’t want to be anywhere around you.” you continued.  

“What even happened to you? You never used to be like this-”

“Right, there was once I time where I adored you. You were absolutely everything in my eyes; I would have done anything for you, cared for you, loved you, anything. You were everything that I wanted, and I don’t know where I went wrong with you, because one day you just broke my heart like it was absolutely nothing at all. You threw aways years of a relationship like it was nothing at all. So I left, because even though I still loved you more than anything else, I am not someone who comes second to anything, and that was something that you should have realized.” you admitted, recalling the truth.    

And as you finished, you were certain he was angered that you were pinning the entirety of your relationship failing on him as he combated harshly, “Well, it’s obvious that you found someone else. So I don’t know why you are still so bitter.”

And while that was true, you weren’t about to tell him that you were still in love with him and that you were simply with others to fill that void that he had left. Your pride wouldn’t allow you that. You weren’t about to tell him that every time you were with another man, you thought of him. If you closed your eyes, everyone looked the same in the darkness, and so you could pretend. It was pathetic, but that was truth- a truth that you would never admit to him no matter what chance at redemption if gave. And so, you just shook your head at him. “He won’t stay…” you murmured, taking one final drag and that cigarette before dropping the brunt end down to the garden below. “They never do, just like you…”

  • Inojin: (studies Sarada's face) Oh, so that's the legendary feature my mother has been talking about.
  • Sarada: What, you mean the Uchiha sharingan? I haven't awakened it yet though...
  • Inojin: No. (makes a dramatic pause) Your forehead. It's enormous.
  • Sarada: (eyebrow twitching)
  • Sai: (has a flashback) ...Inojin run!
  • -team 7 meeting Sarada for the first time-
  • Sakura: (rocking the sleeping baby) Isn't she gorgeous?
  • Kakashi: (tear-eyed) She is precious. You and Sasuke did an excellent job making her. (winks)
  • Naruto: The chubby cheeks are so cute! But not as cute as Boruto's though.
  • Sai: Let me see... (takes a closer look at Sarada) Oh no. Too bad. I'm sorry.
  • Sakura: (concerned) What's wrong?
  • Sai: She has your forehead.
  • Naruto: Oh no he didn't...!
  • Sakura: (eye-twitching)

ya know what I would really like to see. 

A fic where instead of killing Genji (and not succeeding). Hanzo pulls an Itachi and just takes out the whole council and all his corrupt family that is left over. 

And Genji comes home, after a night out on the town, business as usual expecting the guards to frown and shake their heads before muttering into their coms to alert a council member. or for Hanzo to be waiting for him with that truly magnificent scowl on his face. 

Instead everything is quite. 

Genji is confused and a little suspicious, his years of training flashing through his head, his instincts screaming in his guts, the dragon growling in his soul. So he sneaks through the estate. gone is the cocky attitude he drags in from the bars and the parties, replaced with assassin groomed from birth. He makes a bee line for the family’s quarters, needing to know that his brother has not been attacked. 

It’s here that he finds the first body.

 It is Amano-San. A cousin on his late grandmothers side, bearing the blood of the Shimada Clan even if it is diluted. His lifeless eyes stare at the rafters, a look of shock and pain forever etched onto his face. Genji can tell his death was not a quick one. A gaping hole in his chest suggesting he had been stabbed from the front, he would have bled out looking into his attackers eyes. 

Genji had never liked the man, the council member having been quick to point out his every flaw, calling again and again for Genji’s seat at the council to be filled with someone who would at the very least show up for meetings. These complaints had become louder and more frequent since his Father’s death, yet the assassin still felt a stiring of pity for his late cousin. 

He carefully makes his way around the pool of blood not wanting to impare his footwork should he too be attacked and marvels slightly at the sheer amount. He hopes he will never have to see that much blood ever again. 

His hopes are ignored


So I really like this idea, and I will add some more to it later but for now I must away to the work place. 

I’m tired of people giving Naruto all the credit for Sakura’s development. He helped her a lot, yes that is true. But so did Sasuke. He was the reason she became a ninja. He was the reason she started being nice to Naruto. He was the reason she acknowledged she wasn’t training enough. He was the reason she started fighting back to protect her friends. He was the reason she wanted to become stronger and train under Tsunade. He was the reason she wanted to beat the shit out of Sasori to get information about Sasuke out of him. He was the reason she matured because she wanted to get him back. He was the reason she gave it her all to find and save him when Kaguya threw him into another dimension. He was the reason she wanted to become the powerful Kunoichi she is today. He and their love are the reason she became a wonderful mother and wife.

Acknowledge it already. 


asdfghjkljdfh Happy Birthday to my favorite goob Sasuke!🎂🎂 ///— I wanted to draw something serious for papasuke but all I could think of was this text post