Iga no Sanchou

by Catchandelier

The older the clan, the crazier the amount of bullshit you can do. There were ninjas before the Sage, after all. A drabble-fic in twenty-five chapter arcs, thirteen arcs total. Hold on to your burn cream, kiddies. (We're going straight to hell!)

50. Open

Oh shit her eyes are open.

OW OW OW OW OW FUCK OW SENBON SENBON SO MANY SENBON IN MY BACK I CAN'T MOVE FUCK FUCK SHISUI YOU ASSHOLE HELP ME FUCK OW OW OW

OOOOOOOOW

Ow.

So. Watching Yayoi while she sleeps- definitely a bad idea. She's very beautiful. Her hair is soft white in the moooaauguguh, Shisui is terrible at pulling out senbon gently. Soft white hair that curls gently at the eeearrrrgh. Ends. I want to touch her hair. I want to touch her skin.

I want to know her- everything, everywhere, in every season. All of her. I want to rub my hands over her naked skin, press myself to her, touch her, feel her, be with her in every moment.

Maybe I should talk to someone about this.

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And that's it that's the arc. Subtlety has hit Itachi with the puberty of a sledgehammer. Wait no. Puberty has hit Itachi with the subtlety of a sledge hammer. Yes. Sentence skillz: 11/5. We haven't even gotten to jonin-shennaniboops yet what the hell.