Uchiha-Fanfiction

It was familiar. So familiar, Hashirama couldn't bear to lose that familiar chakra. He was so close, but it was managing to dodge him no matter how fast he went. Almost as though it was toying with him. Despite being a man of patience, he couldn't stand someone intentionally playing around with him for very long.  It grated endlessly on his nerves. Taking in recognizable smell of the waterfall, alarming him of how close he was to the border, he knew there were only two options remaining: allow the enemy to simply escape, or figure out a way to take it down once and for all. Given his current condition -- his body didn't fair well from the b

Itachi Uchiha was of the prodigious Uchiha Clan. He was a young man now of nineteen, having killed his clan at the tender age of 13 leaving only his little twin brothers Kisuke and Sasuke alive. The young man was now of the Akatsuki with no intent of going home. The Uchiha's only goal in life from this point on was to capture Uzumaki Naruto, also known far and wide by the name of the nine tailed fox, the demon sealed within the orphan boy at birth. Itachi sighed and closed his onyx blue eyes once again, remembering the girl he once taught. Often these thoughts creased the young man's brow, he could never forget her or the daughter he shared w

Killing: swiftly, murdering, and destroying. Techniques, methods, ways: taught. Taught to take, not give. Ordered to give, not take. What is sacrifice? How far does one go? Limits- nonexistent, rebellion lurking in the eaves, loss of power, loss of strength- unacceptable a loyal servant, sent By what is it which loyalty is measured? Sacrifice, ordered. Orders obeyed. What does it feel to destroy? Faces, features: identical, similar... his. Mortality lying behind the features, employed. Children grow at their mother's side, Children grasp at their father's thumb grasping, secure; aunts, cousins, uncles, loves; Taken. Justi

Lots of Love And Pocky Chapter 1: Still Life "Hey," A redhead seated himself across from the girl in front of him as her head hung down, over while she continued sketching a new piece of hers, soon to hopefully add to the collection of others. His glossy sea green orbs tried to peek down to see her work so far, but the female wouldn't allow it as his own eyes met with her golden ones as he carefully asked after a small passing moment, "What are you working on?" "I guess you could call it… Still life." she replied with a small, teasing smile alit across her face, one thing that was a part of her and her persona that he always loved. B