Kushina Uzumaki The Sage Of The Yuri Path

The sky over Konoha was dark and brooding, thick clouds swirling as if the heavens themselves knew the blood that would soon be spilled. The village moved in blissful ignorance, unaware of the tragedy simmering beneath its surface. But for Itachi Uchiha, the weight of his impending decision felt suffocating, an anchor pulling him deeper into the shadows.

The rooftops of Konoha stretched out before Itachi, but the familiar sight felt distant, as though he was already severed from the world he had known. Standing across from him was Obito, his masked face unreadable, his singular eye gleaming with a mixture of malice and amusement.

"You're running out of time, Itachi," Obito said, his voice low, like a serpent's hiss. "Your clan's coup is inevitable, and when it happens, Konoha will burn."

Itachi's jaw tightened. "There has to be another way."

Obito chuckled darkly, stepping closer. "There isn't. But I can help you." He paused, letting the words sink in. "Together, we can end this before it begins. But you know the price."

Itachi stared at him, the weight of his friend Shisui's death still fresh in his mind. "The Akatsuki."

Obito nodded slowly. "Join us. Help me slaughter your clan, and in return, I'll make sure Sasuke survives. He'll be safe from the bloodshed… if you do your part."

Itachi's mind raced. He thought of Sasuke's innocent face, of the ideals he once believed in. The choice before him was no choice at all—it was a sentence.

After a long, agonizing silence, Itachi finally whispered, "I'll do it."

Obito's smirk was palpable, even beneath the mask. "Good. Welcome to the Akatsuki."

In the dim, sterile halls of Root Headquarters, Danzo Shimura sat alone, the flickering candlelight casting long shadows across his face. His single eye was sharp, cold, as he reviewed the latest reports.

"Mikoto and her faction have escaped," a masked operative reported, his tone flat.

Danzo's lips curled into a snarl. "Fools."

He leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers. The escape of Mikoto infuriated him, but it wasn't enough to derail his plans. The Uchiha Massacre was still set in motion.

"Focus on the boy," Danzo ordered. "Sasuke will be the key. Let him survive, let him stew in his hatred. That hatred will make him powerful… controllable."

The operative nodded and vanished into the shadows.

Danzo's thoughts drifted to Itachi, the tool he had masterfully manipulated. Everything was proceeding as planned.

Far from Konoha's suffocating grip, Mikoto Uchiha stood at the edge of the Land of Whirlpools, her eyes scanning the unfamiliar horizon. The Uchiha Free Company was settling in around her, their movements efficient, though tinged with uncertainty.

The air here was different—crisp, untamed. But no matter how far she had come, Mikoto couldn't shake the weight in her chest. She had left Sasuke behind.

As she stared into the distance, a familiar voice broke her thoughts.

"You're going to burn a hole in the horizon if you keep glaring at it like that," Raven Kamizuki teased, her violet Rinnegan eyes gleaming with mischief.

Mikoto sighed, crossing her arms. "I left my son behind. I have every right to glare."

Raven chuckled, stepping closer. "Oh, Sasuke will be fine… mostly."

Mikoto shot her a skeptical look. "Mostly?"

Raven's grin widened. "I'll be watching over him. Besides, since that Sage of Six Perverts loves messing with Naruto so much, I can't wait to meet that old man."

The thought made Raven's grin stretch even wider, her expression taking on a distinctly villainous edge.

Mikoto raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching into a reluctant smile. "You look like a villain when you smile like that."

Raven laughed, tossing her head back. "I prefer the term visionary."

Yuumi, lounging nearby with her tails flicking lazily, snorted. "More like pizza-obsessed megalomaniac."

Mikoto chuckled, shaking her head. "Whatever you are, I'm glad we're on the same side."

Raven's grin softened, a rare flicker of sincerity passing through her eyes. "Me too, Mikoto. Me too."

The two women stood in comfortable silence for a moment, the weight of their shared experiences binding them in a way words never could.

"So," Mikoto finally said, her tone lightening, "what's next in your grand, pizza-fueled revolution?"

Raven's eyes sparkled. "Oh, you have no idea. But trust me—pizza sauce is going to play a much bigger role in the future than anyone could possibly imagine."

Mikoto groaned, rubbing her temples. "If you say so."

Back in Konoha, Itachi Uchiha sat in his room, the shadows clinging to him like a second skin. The weight of his decision pressed down on him, each breath feeling heavier than the last.

A soft knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts.

"Nii-san?"

Sasuke's small voice was a knife to the heart. Itachi forced his face into a calm mask as he called out, "Come in."

Sasuke entered, his wide eyes filled with innocent curiosity. "Are you okay, Nii-san? You've been acting weird."

Itachi's heart twisted, but he kept his voice steady. "I'm fine, Sasuke. Just… thinking."

Sasuke frowned. "About what?"

Itachi hesitated, then reached out, ruffling Sasuke's hair gently. "About the future."

Sasuke tilted his head. "Our future?"

Itachi nodded. "Yes. And I want you to remember something, Sasuke."

Sasuke's eyes met his brother's, confusion flickering in their depths. "What?"

"No matter what happens," Itachi said softly, "I love you."

Sasuke frowned deeper. "You're being weird again."

Itachi chuckled quietly, but the sound felt hollow. "Go to bed, Sasuke."

Sasuke hesitated, then nodded, turning to leave the room.

As the door closed behind him, Itachi's smile faded, replaced by the cold mask he would soon wear permanently.

Back in the Land of Whirlpools, Mikoto sat by a small fire, staring into the flames. The laughter of her kunoichi echoed faintly in the background, but she couldn't bring herself to join them.

Raven approached, sitting beside her without a word.

"Do you really think Sasuke will be okay?" Mikoto finally asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Raven didn't hesitate. "I know he will. And I'll be there, in the shadows, making sure he doesn't lose himself completely."

Mikoto sighed, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly. "You sound so sure."

Raven grinned. "It's hard not to be when you've got pizza-powered spatial seals and a knack for causing trouble."

Mikoto chuckled, shaking her head. "You're ridiculous."

Raven's expression softened. "Maybe. But I'm also right."

The two women sat in silence, the fire crackling between them, as the shadows of Konoha grew darker with each passing moment.

The Uchiha Massacre was on the horizon, and when the blood began to flow, Raven would be there—ready to reshape the world in her own image, one slice at a time.

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