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depressedhatakekakashi · 2 years

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happy birthday to our favorite boy!!!

can I request medic kakashi au and tsunade giving him a med kit or teaching him a new technique?

An Important Lesson

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Note: I kind of went a different route, i apologize about that. This was very last minute and I hope you enjoy it 💜💜💜

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Birthdays were a special occasion. It’s a day to celebrate one’s birth with their favourite people. An opportunity to enjoy cake, parties, and presents.

For Hatake Kakashi, though, it was just another day of mourning.

There were no presents because anyone who would have given him any was dead.

No party, for how could he have a celebration with gravestones?

No cake. Who would he share it with?

Kakashi’s birthday was just another day. He'd push himself through one step at a time, hoping just to make it to the end so he could collapse into bed and close his eyes. Forget about the ache in his heart as he spent another day alone.

There were no friends to wish him a happy birthday, Sensei to drag him outside and buy him a cake, or even a father to ruffle his hair and spoil him with treats.

Kakashi was alone, and the only thing he wanted to do was focus on his training. To become the best medical ninja that he could be, so that next time things went wrong he’d be able to do something.

So that he’d never have to bury another friend again.

“That’s enough,” Tsunade-Sama’s voice cut through the air, forcing Kakashi to look up from his work. “It’s time for a break.”

“A break? But I haven't even had a chance to try the new technique you showed me.” He argued.

“You’ve spent the last three hours studying it,” stepping up to his side, she jabbed a finger against the book he was reading. “You can give it a go after lunch.”

“But-“

“No buts,” she interrupted. “Overworking yourself won’t help you learn faster. It will just result in you passing out in your spot and me having to carry you to your bed. Again.”

Seeing a lost cause, Kakashi shut his book with a groan. “It took me three weeks to convince you to teach me something new,” he grumbled. “And now I'm restricted to the amount of time I can spend learning it?”

“If you want to train, we could do some work on your speed and dodging capabilities.”

He shivered at the thought.

Tsunade-sama was ruthless when it came to physical training. If he could read books, or practice on his own, Kakashi was able to relax and take his time. The moment training required her to step in and take an active role, though, Kakashi was in danger.

He’d walked away from speed training with more bruises than he could count before. Most of the time they’d spend an hour after training was completed sitting around in awkward silence while she healed every single one of those bruises.

“Can we train on something else instead?” he asked, hoping he didn’t sound too desperate with his request.

“Well, if you want to be a coward I guess,” Kakashi bit his lip and refuses to give into her teasing. He’d happily be called a coward for the next three hours if it meant he didn’t sustain any bruises. That was his birthday gift to himself. “How about I teach you something fun to do?”

“Fun?” He waited for her to tell him that she was joking, but she simply nodded her head. “I want to learn something useful.”

“Fun is useful.”

“How?”

“I- How did Hatake ‘goof off at every opportunity’ Sakumo have a child-like….it was Yua.”

Kakashi’s ears perked up. “Yua?” he’d never heard her name before, but he just knew it was his mother that Tsunade-sama had mentioned. “You knew her?”

Tsunade-sama’s mouth dropped. “He didn’t tell you?”

All Kakashi could do was shake his head. He didn’t want to bad mouth his father or get him into trouble over something that he couldn’t change, but there was no point in lying about it.

No matter how many times he asked about his mother, his father never had an answer for him. Whatever stories he could have told were drowned out by the overwhelming sorrow that Kakashi felt radiating off of him at the mere mention of her.

“Well, then that’s what I’ll teach you,” she declared. “We’ll spend the afternoon learning about your mother. How does that sound?”

Ever since he became a Genin all Kakashi could think about was training. Honing his skills so he could become the best Shinobi in Konoha. There was nothing that could detour him from focusing on his work.

Until today.

“Do you have stories?” he asked with a little too much excitement. “About her?”

“Kid,” a hand came down into his hair and messed it up the same as his father always would. “I have so many stories that you’ll get bored of me before the end of the day.”

He couldn’t imagine that.

Getting bored of stories he had wanted to listen to for years. Stories he had begged his father to tell him for years, only giving up when he realized that he was never going to get an answer.

He could listen to those stories all day.

All year, if he had to because it meant he got to hear about her.

The mother he never had the chance to meet.

“Let’s go get some Dango while I tell you about the day we met. Jiraiya is still recovering from having his Ego snapped in two and stomped on,” ushering him to his feet, she swooped down and snatched his book off of the ground. “Oh, or I could tell you about the day she plopped a flower crown on Danzo’s head in the middle of a conversation and declared him ‘slightly less miserable looking’”

Just the thought of Danzo-sama being presented with a flower crown had Kakashi trying to hide a snicker behind his hand. Kakashi hadn’t met him too often, but from the few interactions he had with the man, he found he agreed with his mother's words.

If a flower crown wasn’t capable of making the elder look just a little less miserable, then there was nothing in the world that could do the job.

“Oh,” Tsunade-sama plopped his book down on top of his head gently. “And Happy Birthday, brat.”

A smile stretched across his lips, hidden away from the world by his mask, but just slightly visible in the way the corner of his eyes crinkled just a tiny bit. For a second he felt a little less alone in the world.

“Since it’s my birthday-”

His book lifted off of his head for just a second before coming back down a little bit harder. “Don’t push it,” she warned with an amused smirk. “I need at least three stories and five Sake before I teach you anything else.”

A perfect plan was foiled, but it wasn’t the end of the world.

He still had stories to look forward to. Though, there was one thing he had always wondered about above all others. A question burning in the back of his mind demanded an answer.

“Then can I make a request?”

“That depends what it is,” she lifted the book off of his head again and plopped it into his hand. “What would you like to know?”

“Am I like her at all?”

Her smile grew softer and a distant but warm look settled into her eyes. “Kid, you may be the spitting image of your old man, with that blinding white hair and those pointy fangs you call teeth, but deep down,” she pressed a finger against his chest just hard enough that she forced him to take a step back. “You are Yua’s son.”

His heart swelled when he heard those words. Like a comforting hug after a long, difficult day. There was finally an answer to the question he had asked his father over and over again.

He was finally more than just the Son of Hatake Sakumo, the White fang of Konoha and a failure to his village.

“How?” The word slipped past his lips without thought.

“Well, that’s a rather long list,” she began walking away from him. “I’ll tell you on the way to the Dango shop.”

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kakashifanrp · 3 years

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A New Friendship

Kakashi x Reader oneshot

TW: Bullies

Today was the day you dreaded the most.. The academy was starting today, and it was not something you wanted.. Your parents had signed you up, hoping you follow their footsteps of becoming a shinobi like them. What they hadn't taken into consideration is that you were smaller than most kids your age, even too shy too even start a conversation with any of the kids. You liked being on your own, watching the sky and run around the village with the family dog.

You clinged to your fathers leg as he stopped outside of the acadamy. "Y/N, come on, you will have a great time" the cheerful tone of his voice did not make you any less nervous. You shaked your head and conntinued to hide behind him. "ey, Yakimo.. I didn't know your daughter started today" Your father looked up and smiled. "Sakumo" he greeted happily. "well she is, Y/N say hi" You carefully peeked out from behind your father and looked up at the man nervously. "h.. Hi.." it came out like a whisper as you spotted the kid next to him and went back into hiding.

"I see your son is starting too?" sakumo nodded and petted his son's head. "yeah, Kakashi has been talking about it this whole week" he chuckled. "Well if he takes after you, he will be out as a genin soon" Your father's chuckle made you look up at him with a tilted head. "I should get going.. Y/N.. You can take it from here" He softly pushed you in front of him and smiled. "You be nice ok, I pick you up this afternoon" he leaned down and kissed your forhead before he got ready to leave. "dad.. I don't wanna.." you pouted, hoping it would work as usual. "come on, it won't work on me this time kid.. Your mother made it clear" he pushed you inside of the gate abd waved before leaving.

You just stood there, just watching him walk away, as tears threaten to form in your eyes. The grip on the bento from your mom thighten as you carefully started to walk thowards the building, trying to hide yourself as much as you could. There were too many kids for your liking.. You carefully lined up with the others as the sensei's started to call the names. "Y/N L/N" You raised a shaky hand, hearing other kids starting to laugh. "look, she thinks it is a normal call.. What a baka" you heard the boys behind you whispered, before you noticed you were supposed to walk over.

You lowered your head before carefully walking over, looking down at your shoes. All the other kids in the class were taller and looked stronger than you as one by one was named and came over. When everyone was called the sensei started to walk thowards the classroom, having the kids follow. As soon as you got into the classroom you picked the desk in the far back in the classroom, hoping to be left alone. To your displeasure you were not, as the silverhaired kid with the mask and scarf sat down next to you.

The classes was ok enough, no one talked to you and the sensei didn't choose you for any answers, which made you calm down. As the bell rang, letting everyone know it was lunch. "ok, All students will have the lunch outside today, since the rest of the day will be spent outside" the sensei annouced as everyone ran out of the classroom.. You however carefully walked out, making sure you were last. You walked out too the playground and looked around. Too many kids over by the swing, and too many over at the field.. You conntinued to scan the eria before you noticed no one by the trees.

You held the Bento close to your chest as you ran over, hiding behind one of the bushes and sat down to eat the food your mother had made you. You smiled happily as you enjoyed the bites in peace. "Hey, guys I found her! The crybaby is here" A chuckle was heard behind you as the boys that was whispering about you before walked up. "You are really making this easy" The biggest of them kicked the bento away from you, making the food spill all over. Your throat thighten as you looked at the food you had wanted to enjoy in peace.

"she is gonna cry again!" The other kid laughed as he grabbed a fistful of your hair, making you yelp in pain. "p.. Please... Don't" tears started to leave your eyes as you sobbed and tried to make the boy let go of your hair. "look, how weak! Why is she even here" The kid laughed and started to drag you into the woods by your hair, making you cry out. "Does the baby want her daddy?" The biggest mocked as he made cryfaces, mocking you. "it.. Hurts"

"Lets tie her up there!" The biggest one laughed and pointed at the tall tree. "you brought the rope didn't you?" the other kid nodded and threw it over and let go of the hair. You tried to hurry away, but as the kid noticed he stomped on your back, making you hit the ground with a loud thump. "Lay still, baka" he punched you in the back of your head as hard as he could. You cried out again as you curled up trying to protect yourself.

"hey, what are you three doing!?" Another voice came throught as you heard the steps coming closer. "None of your buisness Bakashi!" The kid that had been the most silent screamed out as the other two started to hold you down and tie you up. "why don't you bother someone that is as big as you are?" Kakashi glared at them, not liking bullies at all. "aww, come to help your girlfriend Bakashi?" The boy mocked.

You had your eyes closed, scared that this kid would join in too. You heard the footsteps come closer, before some wierd sounds were heard. "You gonna regret this!" one of the boys yelled before fotsteps sounded like they ran away. "Are you ok?" The rope around you loosen. You carefully looked up, seeing Kakashi untie it. "t.. Thank.. You" He closed his eyes, looking like he was smiling. "I always take care of my friends" he said happily, making you blush lightly and dry your tears. "they won't bother you anymore"

You sat up carefully and tried to stop crying.. But the tears were not stopping. "Come, I share my food with you. You don't need to talk, i know you are shy" he chuckled and helped you up before dusting the dust off your dress. "there.. It helped a bit..i think" he tilted his head, studying your dress. Kakashi knew he couldn't make it to look like it did before, but it didn't look as bad as it did just a few minutes ago. "I am Kakashi, our dads work togheter" he held out his hand, still seem to be smiling. You looked at his hand for a bit before carefully taking his hand. "Y/N.." you said carefully. "Nice, now we are friends. Come, lets eat" he Took you hand and dragged you after him. Little did you know this was the start of a long friendship that you didn't know you needed

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cooliogirl101 · 3 years

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If Sayuri was transported to Bleach canon alone (assuming the same premise of the lightning mist au, where Sousuke is dead so she doesn’t seek to find a way back), what would she do?

Well in the lightning mist AU, she basically went into a deep, deep depression and didn’t come out of it until she found Sakumo and Kakashi. I don’t think she would bother seeking out canon!Aizen-- she wouldn’t be able to bear having him look at her without any of the warmth, love, and recognition her Sousuke looked at her with. She’d wander the world lost, grieving, not wanting to live but not having the energy to die either.

Ichigo first meets the woman in white when he is nine years old. He sees her standing by the river as he’s walking to karate practice, staring blankly into the distance.

She’s not the first person Ichigo’s found wandering around Karakura Town looking a little lost. The others, they’d mainly looked confused, unsure of who they were or what they were supposed to be doing. This one, though...this one just looked sad.

“Hey!” He calls out. She doesn’t respond and so he runs up to her. “Hey, are you alright? Do you need help?”

Close up, Ichigo can’t help but notice that the woman looks...really, really thin. He swallows, looking up at her sunken eyes, the dark bruise-like shadows underlining them, her hollowed-out cheeks...

“Are-- are you hungry?” He asks the stranger hesitantly. “Do you want to come home with me? Mom would be okay with it, she loves having guests over! And she’s a really good cook, everyone says so. You should come! I think we’re having curry tonight.”

Her eyes flicker down towards him, gaze sharpening for the briefest moment as she takes in his face. Then she turns away, walking off. Ichigo watches her go, expression thoughtful. When he gets home that night, he makes sure to sneak some extra snacks into his backpack for tomorrow.

Ichigo seeks out the woman in white every day for the next three weeks. It isn’t always easy to find her but something about the water seems to calm her, and so more often than not Ichigo can find her standing by the river. He still hasn’t managed to convince her to take any food but on the bright side, she seems to be tolerating his presence more. She hasn’t walked away from him since that first day and although she still hasn’t spoken, she’s starting to listen more-- her focus on him rather than the water’s depths.

One day in mid-June, it starts raining really hard and so Ichigo sneaks an extra umbrella into his backpack in addition to the multitude of untouched snacks. He doesn’t get a chance to look for her after school-- the rain had started really coming down and Isshin had showed up to take him straight to karate-- and so once karate practice ends, he hardly even waits for Masaki before sprinting out the door.

“Hey, hey, slow down!” Masaki laughs, chasing after him. “What’s the rush?”

“I’m looking for a friend,” Ichigo replies, scanning the riverside for a hint of white. “She’s got brown hair and she always wears white. Do you see her?”

Masaki pauses, pulling Ichigo under her umbrella.

“I don’t think so,” she says after a moment, peering into the rain. “With it raining this much, your friend is probably inside, Ichigo.”

“Maybe,” Ichigo says dubiously, cupping his eyes with his hands in an attempt to see better. Masaki looks at him, a fond smile on her lips.

“Tell you what. We’ll come back and look for her together tomorrow, okay?” She says warmly. “For now though, let’s go home. I don’t want you to get a cold.”

“Fine,” Ichigo says begrudgingly. “But tomorrow, I definitely wanna-- wait, I think I see her!” Before Masaki can stop him, he runs towards the faint figure he sees in the distance, where the rising water is especially turbulent.

As he gets closer, he can tell that the figure isn’t the woman in white-- instead it’s a kid, a little girl probably around Yuzu and Karin’s age. She’s crying, clutching onto a stuffed bear, eyes swollen shut with tears.

“Hey,” Ichigo says softly, so as not to scare her. Behind him, Ichigo can hear Masaki shouting his name. “Hey, are you alright? Do you need help?”

At the sound of his voice, the girl stops crying for a moment. She blinks, looking up at him with large, teary eyes.

“The water is especially high today,” she whispers, so quietly Ichigo can barely hear her. She smiles, squeezing her teddy bear with both arms. “I love to swim. Will you swim with me, nii-san?”

The girl turns back towards the river, bending her legs as if preparing to jump. His heart leaping into his throat, Ichigo lunges towards her with one arm outstretched.

“Don’t--!”

He never makes it. Instead, he feels a pair of arms encircle him from behind, pulling him into a secure embrace.

“Look away, Ichigo-kun,” an unfamiliar voice murmurs, even as a strange tiredness spreads through his entire body, causing his eyelids to droop. “This is not for you to see.”

The last thing Ichigo hears before his vision goes dark is a sickening squelch, not unlike the sound of a butcher knife slicing through a fresh cut of meat.

“Forgive me, I don’t think I introduced myself last night.” Sayuri opens her eyes to find the same red-haired woman from last night in front of her, a kind smile on her face. “I’m Kurosaki Masaki, Ichigo’s mother.”

“...Sayuri,” Sayuri answers, after a sluggish pause. She blinks, gathering her thoughts-- she remembers the weight of Ichigo’s body in her arms, handing him over to his frantic mother, the scent of blood in the rain. “How...how is he doing?”

She has a general idea of Ichigo’s wellbeing-- his spiritual energy is bright enough to sense clear across town, even at this age-- but it’s always better to confirm.

“Asking for you,” Masaki replies, her lips quirking up. “It was all I could do to keep him from following me here-- but then, I wanted to speak with you first.”

Her smile fades, expression sobering.

“You know, I spent hours rehearsing what I was going to say to you this morning?” Masaki asks. “I don’t even know where to start. You saved my son’s life.” She exhales shakily. “I mean, how do I even begin to thank you for something like that?”

There’s another pause before Sayuri figures out she’s expecting an answer. She rewinds the last minute of their conversation and comes up blank.

“I’m sorry, could you repeat that?” She asks after a moment. Masaki’s expression softens.

“I said, I would very much like to thank you,” she says gently.

“Oh.” Sayuri thinks about that for a moment. There was a time where she would have held on to the favor. It’s what Sousuke would have done, collecting debts and loyalties until--

She shakes her head.

“That’s not necessary.”

It isn’t like those debts had done much good in the end, anyway.

“Then at the very least, come over for lunch,” Masaki implores. “Allow me to do that much. Please.”

Sayuri closes her eyes for a brief moment, focusing on the other woman’s spiritual energy. Even that is a struggle, and the fact that she has to think about it at all...there was a time when she would have scanned it automatically, when the act would have come as naturally as breathing to her.

But then, it is so very hard to concentrate these days.

“I can’t eat,” she says finally, a statement that should have seemed obvious to her in retrospect.

“You leave that to me,” Masaki says, eyes warm. “I’ll figure something out. All I need is for you to come with me.” She extends her hand to Sayuri. “Shall we?”

There was a time when Sayuri would have analyzed every possible meaning and connotation behind such a gesture before accepting. Now, though...now it’s difficult to think, hurts to remember, and Sayuri is oh so tired.

And well, it was just lunch. What could it hurt?

(What could possibly cause her more pain at this point?)

She reaches up and takes Masaki’s hand.

Sayuri, six months later, wearing a Kurosaki family sweater, sitting on the bleachers squished between Masaki and Yuzu at one of Karin’s soccer matches: ...I feel like I’ve been tricked, somehow

(idk I just like the thought of Sayuri getting aggressively adopted into the Kurosaki family. No, she did not have any say in the matter)

#Anonymous #wrote way more for this than i planned haha #but dang i actually...really....like this au?#please leave a comment or send me an ask if you liked it :)#i'd love to know what you guys think #tlm!au #lonely ghost au

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cyhyr · 3 years

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Summer of Whump Day 15: Sleep Deprived

Fandom: Naruto

Rating: G

Pairing: Hatake Kakashi & Umino Iruka; Umino Iruka & Uzumaki Naruto

WC: ~3320

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Notes: AU backstory for the purposes of I Wanted To.

A/N: This is just. I don't even know guys. I started writing and then it got bigger and bigger and I couldn't stop. It's just. A Lot.

Kakashi has not been able to take care of his sensei’s child the way he should, the way the boy admittedly deserves; and yes, absolutely, he takes that fault personally but also doesn’t do anything about it because really… what can he provide for this child besides instability? He’s hardly in the village anymore, though Sandaime has hinted that, if Kakashi asked, he could be assigned missions closer to home. Instead, Kakashi does what he can without bothering Naruto or letting the boy realize that he even exists. He ensures the bills are paid up in six-month increments, and has the utility companies know to charge to his personal account anything he misses due to being out on mission. He provides non-perishable groceries, placed in the pantry late at night every month or so: oats, rice, dried or tinned meats, beans and legumes. He’ll bring a small selection of vegetables with him at the same time, (no more than three or four items, so they don’t rot before Naruto feels obligated to eat them) usually pilfered from Gai’s garden so he knows they’re not poisoned.

And whenever he’s in the village, he makes a stop at Naruto’s apartment at least once to check in on the wards wrapped into the walls and window frames.

This is how he learns about Umino Iruka and the interest he’s taken in the village jinchūriki.

The wards when he gets to Minato’s son’s apartment this time are different. Odd. Not… well, actually, they might be stronger; Kakashi glances at the walls with the sharingan and finds himself mildly impressed. Whoever placed these wards knew about the ones Kakashi put up, and modified their own to augment and strengthen Kakashi’s.

Kakashi says modified because he’s seen these styles of wards before, but never used like this. The key in the front door jingles a bit, like the person unlocking the door knows Kakashi’s in here and is giving him time to leave. Kakashi takes the out for what it is and slips out the window, closing it quietly behind him. He stays plastered against the wall beside the window for a moment, however, wanting to get a glimpse of who’s taking care of his sensei’s kid in Kakashi’s stead.

The door opens and Naruto—gods, how old is he, seven? Eight?—barrels by the figure in the doorway with a grin and shoots straight for the pantry.

“Naruto-kun, take your sandals off first. I mopped for you just earlier this week, I’m not doing it again so soon.”

One arm balancing a paper bag of fresh groceries, a leather school bag over the same shoulder; hitai-ate and vest both neat, but his sleeves and pants legs are scuffed; and his fingers carry the faint dusting of chalk that hours of holding ingrains and a quick wash won’t wipe away. A teacher.

“Iruka-sensei, I can mop later; I’m hungry now!”

“I won’t ask you twice.” The man—this Iruka-sensei—walks barefoot through the apartment and sets the grocery bag down on the kitchen table. Naruto hangs his head and goes back to the door, and once he’s out of the room, Iruka looks at the window Kakashi is peeking in, scowling initially. The scowl lessens when he sees the Konoha ANBU mask, and he nods, but makes a slight shoo gesture.

“What’re we making tonight, sensei?” Naruto bounds back into the room, barefoot as his sensei.

“I’m thinking of teaching you breakfast for dinner,” Iruka says. “Miso soup, tamagoyaki, steamed salmon; how’s that sound?”

“Sounds great!”

“And if we make enough, you’ll have enough for the morning, too,” Iruka ruffles Naruto’s hair. “Go grab out the rice and we’ll get started, okay?”

Kakashi leaves. Iruka-sensei seems to have only good intentions.

Iruka is a new teacher, one that (if the very quiet rumors are to be believed) didn’t initially want to be the jinchūriki’s homeroom teacher. Something changed his mind, clearly, and now he’s spending every moment outside of class with the kid.

Every. Moment.

Kakashi notices the third time he’s in the village after meeting Iruka—notices how tired the man seems. He follows the teacher from just before dawn when he wakes up and heads out to Naruto’s apartment and fixes him breakfast. Kakashi watches Iruka herd Naruto around the apartment, brushing teeth, getting changed, gods Naruto where’s your homework I told you to put it right back in your bag last night after I helped you with it. Then they’re out the door and one of them locks the deadbolt while the other activates the wards (Iruka always double-checks the wards if Naruto does them) and they walk to the Academy together.

Iruka spends the day in the Academy staunchly refusing to play favorites. If Kakashi didn’t know that the man had made Naruto eat breakfast while searching for a clean shirt for the child to wear, he’d swear Naruto was Iruka’s least favorite student—based solely on the amount of yelling.

But the two of them have lunch together, talk and hang out during recess unless Iruka shoos him away to play, and then they walk together to either Iruka’s or Naruto’s apartment after school. Sometimes they’ll go out for ramen, or to one of the training grounds to work on a technique they started in class which Naruto needs more time to fully grasp. Iruka is a patient teacher, especially one-on-one, and even though Minato-sensei’s son doesn’t perform well on the tests in school he learns the techniques after class and gains the appropriate muscle memory.

Which is admittedly much more important than the grades Naruto earns. Iruka won’t say as much, but it’s obvious that he agrees when his teaching style puts emphasis on practicals rather than paper tests. Kakashi approves.

After a day of minding twenty-five ankle-biters, an afternoon of extra training for the village jinchūriki, and an evening of making sure Naruto is fed and happy and his homework is completed to the best of his ability, Iruka then helps Naruto get ready for bed. Against the kid’s token protests, they’ll read a story together (Kakashi suspects Iruka does this because Naruto’s reading skills are lacking, but he could also very well just be doing it because he enjoys it—the man’s motives are enigma to him) and Iruka will tuck Naruto in. He stays at the apartment until he knows Naruto is asleep, tidying up here and there or even just leaning in the bedroom doorway watching the jinchūriki’s chest rise and fall.

Only when Naruto’s asleep will Iruka leave, activating the wards and locking up after himself.

It took only two times of Kakashi watching these kinds of days go by before he realized that Iruka knew he had been watched all day. As he passes the tree outside of Naruto’s building, the only one that reaches high enough to afford a glance into his apartment, Iruka looks right up into the limbs where Kakashi is crouched, waves, and continues back to his own home.

(He had been underestimating Umino Iruka’s awareness. He’s intrigued.)

(But anyway.)

Once he’s home, Iruka rushes through grading and lesson plans and adjustments. He makes lunch for himself and Naruto for tomorrow. Cleans, if he remembers; showers, if he has any energy left. Then, Umino-sensei crashes hard around one or two in the morning.

All to start over again at five-thirty the next morning.

It can’t be sustainable. Kakashi is morbidly interested in how long Iruka planned to keep up this kind of schedule.

It starts out with checking out during lunch. Kakashi is lounging in the trees on the Academy grounds, pretending to read but listening intently to Naruto ramble on about some new topping Ichiraku is introducing on Friday and please Iruka-sensei can we go? Then the soft click of dropped chopsticks against a bento box made Kakashi look down to the pair sitting at the base of his tree.

“Iruka-sensei? Are you—?”

“Oh, I’m. I’m alright.” Iruka laughs it off, fumbling for his chopsticks. “I was just thinking too hard there.”

“You shouldn’t do that!”

“Hu—?”

“You tell me not to think too hard all the time,” Naruto pouts. “That I’ll hurt myself.”

Iruka’s laugh crinkles his eyes and he tips his head back. “Gods, Naruto, I’m sorry—no, not—um. Listen, forget it, okay? Ramen, on Friday, right?”

“YES!”

And it was forgotten. Except, Iruka is unconsciously rubbing his fingers together beside his hip and Kakashi can see it. Something happened to force the drop—likely, he lost feeling in his hand briefly.

Kakashi’s out of the village as it gets worse, but he hears all about it from Shikaku and Inoichi when he gets back. They’re in the hallway outside the Hokage’s office, talking in low tones like they were discussing an attack on the village.

“What could cause such a serious mood shift?”

“Genjutsu; one of the other teachers sabotaging him; another student practicing poorly.”

“Iruka-sensei?” Kakashi asks.

Both men look at him as he approaches. He’s still in his ANBU armor, but the mask is in his locker. It’s an open secret he’s in ANBU; only his codename is high-clearance.

Shikaku nods. “Shikamaru’s complaining about the man’s temper being shorter than usual.”

“My Ino confirmed this behavior shift. We’re understandably worried, if someone if trying to use an Academy teacher to attack the kids—”

Kakashi shakes his head. “It’s not that.”

“And you would know?” Shikaku prompts.

“He’s taking care of Naruto,” Kakashi shrugs. “It’s probably catching up with him, finally.”

“What is?” Inoichi looks honestly confused.

Kakashi tilts his head and then realizes. “Ah. That’s right. You’re both married. You have a way to share the responsibilities.”

Sakumo hadn’t ever been irate with him, but Kakashi can remember him being tired. He lifts his hand and walks away. “I’ll see if I can’t have a talk with Iruka-sensei,” he says, as though he speaks with the man on a regular basis instead of just waving back from his shadowed space in the tree at night when Iruka leaves Naruto.

He doesn’t get a chance to talk to Iruka for weeks. When he gets back, it finally comes to a head.

Kakashi is perched outside Iruka’s apartment where he and Naruto are preparing their dinner. Naruto, still talking a mile a minute, hardly notices that Iruka is dazed at the counter, his hands going through the motions of peeling carrots and separating pieces of broccoli without being fully cognizant. He’s much paler than the last time Kakashi peeked in on them—all except for the bags under his eyes; those couldn’t get much darker if they were black.

He flinches forward as Iruka drifts to the side. Naruto catches his teacher before Kakashi can take a step, and the clang of a knife hitting the floor is more than a little startling. Together, they stick Iruka’s hand under running water from the tap, and then Naruto disappears further into the apartment and returns a few seconds later with a first aid kit.

“What was that about, Iruka-sensei?”

Iruka takes a bit to answer. “I haven’t been sleeping well,” he says. “I’m a bit tired, that’s all. Sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize,” Naruto says. He finishes caring for his sensei and then says, “How about I go get some take-out, and then we can clean up and you can go to bed?”

Iruka smiles tiredly. “We can bring the take-out to your place, okay? I’ll clean up when I come back home.”

“But—”

“It’s okay, Naruto,” Iruka puts his unbandaged hand in Naruto’s hair. “I’d rather make sure you’re fed and well-rested for school tomorrow. That’s what's important.”

“You’re important, too, sensei,” Naruto says.

Kakashi can’t help but agree.

“Let’s go get some ramen, and we can argue about this later.”

Kakashi flashes away to Ichiraku to put in their order and pay. It’s the least he can do, right?

Later that night, Iruka leaves Naruto’s apartment and like always, lifts his head to wave up at Kakashi in the tree. Only, his eyes roll back with the movement of lifting his head and his knees collapse under him and Kakashi makes it just in time to keep the sensei’s head from hitting the ground. He catches Iruka with one hand under his back and the other cupped behind his head and eases him down against his raised knee.

As soon as Iruka is horizontal, his eyes flutter back open. “Oh, ANBU-san,” he mutters. He’s dazed and foggy, but tries to stand up on his own anyway.

“Sensei, are you well?” Kakashi asks, knowing the answer but needing Iruka to admit it.

Iruka waves him away. “I’m fine, I’m fine. Just a little tired.”

It’s more than that if you’re slipping into micro-sleep, Kakashi thinks, but lets the man stubbornly stand up. He’s still holding his hands out, ready to catch him again, when after five paces Iruka tips sideways and falls again. Kakashi keeps him upright this time, arms tight around his waist and back.

Iruka stays under for a few seconds this time, and when he wakes he leans more heavily into Kakashi’s armor and groans. “What’s happening?” he murmurs.

Normally, he would stay and look after Naruto all night, but this seems more important. “Umino-sensei, I’m going to see you to the hospital now,” he says.

“But… Naruto?”

Because of course Iruka figured out that Kakashi—his ANBU persona at least—stays close to Naruto at all times. “Together, our wards are top-notch, sensei,” Kakashi says. “He’ll be okay for a night.” He slips Iruka onto his back, pulling his arms over his shoulders. Iruka’s light breath huffs past his ear as he says, “Hold on.” Then, they’re gone.

Iruka wakes up much later, Naruto tipped against his hospital bed, snoring. He feels so much better after however many hours of sleep he’s gotten. He wonders briefly why he’s here, and where the ANBU that brought him here is. If Naruto is here, that ANBU is likely closeby. Iruka lets out a jaw-cracking yawn and settles back down on the pillow to sleep some more.

When he wakes up the second time, it’s because he has to pee so bad oh gods. It’s night time and Naruto is gone—Iruka tries not to feel disappointed. His legs shake under him when he tries to stand to get to the restroom; whatever’s wrong with him, it’s making him weak as a newborn but he will not embarrass himself by not making it to the toilet. He pushes chakra through his legs, and, finally, blissfully, makes it.

He gets a good look at himself in the mirror as he’s washing his hands. His eyes are puffy and red, but he has some color back in his skin. His hair could use a wash and some heavy conditioning—he hadn’t had time for that in awhile. All in all, it’s not bad; but he’s still wondering why he’s here.

Iruka leaves the restroom and is halfway across the room to his bed when his chakra flares unexpectedly. He stumbles, collapses, and feels his eyes blur and begin to roll back.

Before his head can hit the tile, he’s caught and cushioned by Naruto’s ANBU. The ANBU gently picks him up, one arm under his knees and the other around his back, and it’s like Iruka weighs nothing as the ANBU stands and carries him back to bed.

“Thank-you, ANBU-san,” Iruka says, flushed. “I promise I’m not usually so weak.”

The ANBU fusses with the blanket and covers Iruka back up. He (Iruka assumes they’re a he, the voice and height lead him to believe it but he’s been wrong before) seems frustrated, in the way that ANBU show frustration: by being busy, and then by being absolutely still. He’ll make sure the water pitcher is full, and then stand silently by the window for a few seconds. Pace the width of the room from window to door and back, and then stand at the end of the bed.

“What’s going on, ANBU-san? Is Naruto—?”

“Uzumaki-kun is safe, healthy, and well-cared for,” the ANBU says, cutting him off. “You are a godsend to this village, if only to care for the uncared for.”

Iruka glowers. “Someone had to do it. He’s seven years old and living alone and has lived alone his entire life. I couldn’t—”

“I’m aware,” the ANBU holds up a hand to stop his rant. “Believe me, if I could have done more, I would have. But an ANBU is no role model, especially not me. I’m glad he’s had you. That said.” The ANBU somehow matched Iruka’s glower through the mask; he was suddenly glad for all the time spent in Sandaime’s office around the ANBU that he can pick up on these micro-aggressions for what they are.

Iruka folds his arms and waits for the ANBU to continue.

After a heavy sigh, the ANBU says, “Sleep deprivation.”

“I—what?”

“What you’re here for. You’ve been running yourself into the ground, sensei. You slept for twenty-two hours, and you’re still not fully recovered. The medics say it could take up to a week of proper sleep for you to feel normal again.”

Iruka flushes and ducks his head. “I… But, that doesn’t…”

“How much sleep have you been getting? Three, Four hours a night? And then you’re exhausting yourself all day looking after pre-genin and then Naruto.” The ANBU folds his arms. “This isn’t sustainable.”

“I know that. I just.” Iruka groans. “I don’t have time for—” He scrubs both hands across his eyes. Now that he’s actually gotten some sleep he’s really tired. “No one else takes care of him, not the way he needs it; he’s just a kid! It bothers me enough that he lives by himself—”

“Your immune system was compromised when you arrived, sensei.” The ANBU snapped, quieting Iruka’s tirade. “Who’s going to take care of Naruto the way he deserves if you’re stuck on your back with a perfectly, normally treatable form of the flu? What will happen to him if you critically injure yourself due to a micro-sleep at an inopportune time and find yourself off-roster for weeks? What then, sensei?”

The silence is heavy. Iruka picks at a stray thread in the blanket on his lap.

“I don’t know,” he answers, his voice small. “I didn’t… I wasn’t thinking that far ahead, I guess.”

The ANBU nods. “At least you’re aware now.”

There’s a long, awkward pause as Iruka wonders what else there is to say.

“You have a spare room in your apartment, yes?” the ANBU breaks the silence.

Iruka nods, slowly, not sure where this is going.

“Maybe…” the ANBU continues slowly, “maybe changes in Naruto’s living arrangements can be made. If Naruto were living with you, could you agree to a better sleep schedule—one with which you can better take care of yourself and Naruto?”

Iruka could kiss this man.

“Yes! Yes, please, I’ll—yes! I’ll take him, even if it means I have to lose him as a student, I’d take him as a foster.”

The ANBU chuckles. “I’ll speak with the Hokage. If he says no, well… There’s nothing saying that Naruto himself can’t choose where he lives, is there?” Then his micro-aggression is back, leaning over the foot of the bed with his arms wide. “My only stipulation is that you take better care of yourself. A sick guardian can’t very well keep up with any child, let alone a jinchūriki.”

Iruka nods. “Deal.” He covers a yawn with his palm and asks, “Can this taking care of myself clause start now, with me asking you to leave so I can go back to sleep?”

“I’m not leaving,” the ANBU says, standing back up straight. “If you’re to be the guardian of our jinchūriki, you’ll need to get used to the ANBU guard, sensei. But please, get some sleep.” He chuckles lightly, “I think I’ve caught you enough in the last thirty-six hours, don’t you?”

#summerofwhump #summerofwhump15 #sleep deprived #fanfic #hatake kakashi #umino iruka #uzumaki naruto #my writing

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obkkfkr · 3 years

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Ranger Obito x werewolf Kakashi AU

It's quite long and it's not all yet but here's the sfw part and how they meet and get together uwu

Okay so Obito is a ranger in a big forest, most of the year he lives in a hut in the woods. One day during his normal routine of walking around the forest checking the landmark spots he comes across a wounded Kakashi who's been bitten and he's barely conscious.

Obito quickly takes Kakashi to his hut and patches him up. He lets Kakashi sleep in his bed and wonders what could've happened to him. Seeing that kind of a bite wound makes him only think of wolves.

He knows there are wolves in the woods so he often carries a rifle with himself too. When Kakashi regains consciousness, he looks scared of Obito and doesn't say a word. Obito's being nice but Kakashi flinches whenever Obito reaches out to him. He hesitantly accepts food Obito gives him but doesn't eat until Obito walks away.

Obito thinks Kakashi probably didn't know about the wolves and a near-death experience must've traumatized him this much. After two days when Obito offers he can drive Kakashi home if he feels better, Kakashi finally speaks up. He mutters that they've always told him to stay away from humans because he would just get shot.

Obito raises an eyebrow in confusion and only then realises how scared Kakashi actually was of Obito's rifle.

"But… You've been nothing but kind to me. Was that… A lie, or are you waiting for me to turn to take my fur…"

Obito feels even more confused but quickly replies he couldn't leave Kakashi alone, he feels its his duty to help anyone in the forest. They start talking and Obito learns Kakashi's name and slowly realises Kakashi's a werewolf.

Kakashi says a lone wolf wanted to attack his pack and that's why he was chasing Kakashi with the intent to kill but he left him to bleed out. And Kakashi says he's indebted to Obito for saving his life.

After a week of healing his wounds, Kakashi shows Obito his wolf form and Obito thinks Kakashi's so beautiful with his white and silver fur. Obito learns more about werewolves and in return he tells Kakashi more about humans living in the city, away from the forest.

They become friends but eventually Kakashi has to return to the depths of the forest. He thanks Obito and Obito says he hopes they see each other again someday.

A month passes and Obito's back to his regular duties. Sometimes when he finishes his patrols in the evening, he hears the howl of a wolf in the distance and wonders if it's Kakashi. He smiles a little thinking about Kakashi and sometimes blushes a little. Kakashi was beautiful both in his wolf and human form.

Obito's in the forest past the sunset one night and hes ambushed by a big, gray wolf. It glares and growls at him and Obito barely jumps out of the way as it attacks. He rolls over and struggles with his rifle. He then spots another figure moving rapidly towards him and his heart pounds wildly when he realises it's another wolf. Its like a blur of white, the second wolf doesn't attack him but runs past him to pounce at the gray, bigger one. It bites into its neck and Obito realises the white fur is so familiar.

The bigger wolf throws Kakashi off itself and pins him down to the ground to bite him harder. When Obito hears Kakashi's high pitched pained whine he finally aims his rifle and shoots the gray wolf. It stumbles and he takes another shot until it falls over.

Obito runs up to Kakashi and sees the bite is so much worse than the one he'd nursed him with before. Obito takes Kakashi in his hands and says it's okay, he'll save him. He also tells Kakashi not to turn, he knows how to patch up animal wounds too and turning might do more harm than good. Kakashi whimpers but listens to Obito and curls up so it's easier for Obito to carry him home.

Obito lies Kakashi on his bed and chuckles Kakashi will stain his bed covers with blood again but then he turns serious and makes sure to stop the bleeding, clean the wound to avoid infections and washes Kakashi's fur. When Kakashi tries moving his head to look at Obito, Obito stops him and says it must hurt him a lot to move his neck.

Kakashi has to lie on his side and occasionally whines but Obito smoothes his fur and whispers he'll be fine. Obito thinks about contacting a vet but he's worried a werewolf might have a bit different body than a regular wolf.

Kakashi sometimes tries to lick the wound but Obito stops him and scoffs it won't help. Obito stays by Kakashi's side and wonders how it'd come to him nursing Kakashi once again back to health. Kakashi can't speak in his wolf form but Obito sees it in his eyes that although he's mostly in pain, he also looks he feels safe in Obito's presence and trusts him. Obito gets shots that numb the pain and eases Kakashi's suffering a little. When Kakashi can move without whining he nuzzles into Obito's hand and rests his head in Obito's lap.

It takes over a week for Kakashi's condition to be stable enough for him to turn into a human and the first thing Kakashi does is hug Obito with tears in his eyes. He whispers "thank you" and rests his head on Obito's shoulder. Obito chuckles and hugs Kakashi back, muttering he's glad Kakashi's okay.

Obito has taken an even bigger liking to Kakashi over time, both his fur and hair are soft and he always looks at Obito with a little bit of awe in his eyes.

They sit on Obito's bed, eating lunch when Obito finally asks why Kakashi's been attacked again. "I understand you wanted to protect me but… The way that wolf bit you, it almost killed you instantly…"

Kakashi stops eating and looks at the floor, his cheeks burning in shame. "I was his target, not you… I just wanted… To get away and you happened to be close… I'm sorry, I should've stayed away…"

"Why do they target you, then?!"

"Ah… Y-you see… T…they want me as… as their mate…"

"What kind of a wolf attacks their mate?"

"T-they don't want to let me have the choice"

"What choice?"

And Kakashi takes a deep breath and slowly tells the story how he's a special kind of a wolf. His father was the only silver wolf in the pack too and as long as he was alive, little Kakashi was safe. But once Sakumo passed away, all the Alphas in the pack wanted Kakashi for themselves. They all fought over who would get him and eventually it turned into a chase, forcing Kakashi to hide wherever he could. But in the past year it's gotten too bad, Kakashi couldn't hide his scent anymore.

It became easy for Alphas to track him down and they just want to take him to produce more unique, beautiful offspring. Obito then stops kakashi and looks dumbfounded.

"Offspring…? B-but, you're a-" And he gestures at Kakashi's crotch.

Kakashi tilts his head and returns the look of confusion, saying he's an Omega.

"H-huh-"

"Omegas are the ones who give offspring in the pack, Obito. And Alphas claim them."

Obito feels his cheeks heat up and he makes a strangled sound and tries to look away, unsure what to say.

"So… A-all those wolves… Those Alphas… They almost killed you because they wanted to…"

"Lately it's gotten so worse they don't even care about me giving them pups. They just want to make sure if they can't have me, no other Alpha will."

Obito suddenly hugs Kakashi and says "I won't let them hurt you again"

Kakashi's face lights up and he replies "I know." And when Kakashi hugs Obito back, he takes a deep breath through his nose. "I knew it." He smiles and says "I knew from the day you took me here for the first time"

"What is it, Kakashi?"

"You're my destined mate"

"W-what? But I'm just a human…"

"No one has ever cared so much for me and never will. I know what's in your heart, Obito. I feel it too. You're my mate. I don't want to be with anyone else."

Obito's blush deepens because yes he has a bit too many thoughts about Kakashi's beauty and his soft fur. "Haha… I-I just-"

"Would you have saved just anyone like that? Would you let any other wolf stay so close to you? You didn't want to get any kind of a doctor for me, you wanted to take care of me yourself. It's what mates do. You've got that inner wolf that tells you to protect your mate."

Obito tightens his hug on Kakashi and murmurs "…You're right. I want to protect you. I can't see you bleed again."

They stay in each other's embrace and whisper soft confessions.

#obkk #text #ideas

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myaekingheart · 3 years

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136. Father

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June 12th. Kakashi sucked in a deep breath as he forced himself to accept the harrowing date staring back at him. It had been twenty two years to the day since Sakumo Hatake committed suicide. Even after all this time, it never got any easier.

The flowers purchased from the Yamanaka shop were still in decent condition for having spent the past week on the windowsill. Kakashi feared that if he hadn’t bought them when he did, he would somehow forget. He knew it was stupid—how could he possibly forget?—but this year was unlike any other. Kakashi wrapped a ribbon around the stems, careful not to crush the petals, and made his way to the cemetery.

He took the long way around, careful not to run into any familiar faces. Those who had known him for years would know better than to stop to chat on a day such as this, and those who hadn’t would surely get the message. Kakashi stared ahead blankly, stoically, as he weaved through Konoha’s streets.

I ought to visit Obito and Rin while I’m here, he thought to himself. It had been so long since he had stopped by, they were surely scorning him from beyond the grave. He hoped they would forgive him. After all, he had been rather busy and he had big news to share.

Sakumo’s grave looked much like all the others, plain and unassuming. It was no different than before and yet this time, Kakashi was intimidated by it. He idled a few feet away, hugging the flowers to his chest, before decisively moving forward.

“Father…” he croaked, resting the flowers upon the grave. “It’s been a while. I’m sorry I haven’t had time to come by.” Slowly, Kakashi knelt down on one knee. An index finger traced Sakumo’s engraved name. “Things have been busy lately” he continued. “The hokage has been sending me on plenty of missions, and I’ve been working hard. I’m sure you’d be proud of me. And also…father, I’m getting married. To Rei.” A soft breeze picked up, the clouds overhead darkening. Kakashi chuckled under his breath. “You’d never believe it, but she’s not that whiny little girl anymore. She’s grown up strong and capable. She…she reminded me of who I was when…when I thought I had lost myself. And now we’re getting married, and she’s going to be my wife. And also…” Kakashi’s voice cracked. He wasn’t sure how to even say this. He wondered if his father could even hear him from the beyond. Kakashi swallowed hard, closed his eyes, said it anyway. “I’m going to be a father.”

That word felt so much heavier in his mouth now. Over the past few days, the weight of that firsrt doctor’s appointment had slowly descended upon him. He woke up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night, the stark realization pressing against his chest. Father. Kakashi Hatake was going to be a father. He swallowed back his fear, tried to appear unaffected for Rei’s sake. She was already panicked enough. She needed him to be strong, supportive. Underneath the façade, however, he was slowly starting to panic.

“I-I’m getting everything I ever wanted” Kakashi confessed, “but…I’m almost scared to take it. I’m scared that the more I get, the more it’s going to hurt when it’s eventually ripped away from me. Like…like everything else. Father…I made a promise. I’ve broken it plenty of times, but now I cannot afford to mess up. How can I be so sure that I’m not going to mess up? How will I know that I can do this? How do you know when you’re truly ready to be a father? I just…I can’t afford to make a mistake. Not now.”

The wind whistled through the trees and another gust of wind brushed a few stray leaves against Kakashi’s masked cheek. A promise. A message from the beyond. His father’s reassurance to shift his focus, to take comfort in the amazing blessings that he’s been given. In the steadfast love between him and his childhood best friend, the scarecrow and the bell. In the life that they were creating together, both home and hearth. In the little life growing in Rei’s womb. In their future inching steadily nearer. In everything that Kakashi had ever wanted, and more.

#kakashi hatake #rei natsuki #kakashi x oc #the scarecrow and the bell #naruto #naruto oc #fanfiction

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wasabi-mommy · 4 years

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Hello, this is a short 3 part fic I’m in process of writing.

Summary: Kakashi has lost the one he loves most, how? He doesn’t know. How is he is still alive? Also, he doesn’t know. Dealing with the intense emotions, the stress of change, and living without the love of his life is tearing him apart. Kakashi doesn’t know it, but he has people looking out for him though, Even if he doesn’t feel like it.

(Let’s base this before he has OG team 7)

Day By Day (1/3)

Warnings!: ANGST, DEATH, BLOOD, ACTIVE VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF SUICIDE.

He didn’t know what was worse. Couldn’t tell what hurt more... the first night knowing that she’s gone, or every single day after.

Kakashi was still awake, like he had been for the last 6 days.. no.. no it was almost morning now. No.. 7 days.. a week. His eyes glued to the ceiling of his “old” apartment.

Once more in his life he felt empty. He felt like a fucking idiot.. letting his guard down again- letting someone in. Again. Of course they would be doomed to die as everyone else Kakashi cared for would.

He didn’t even know how she died. He woke up to her body lifeless on top of his... He doesn’t remember who carried him to safety.. he doesn’t remember who hauled his half dead body 100 miles back to the village, he doesn’t even remember being in a medically induced coma.

All Kakashi can recall.. is waking up to his lover’s body on top of his, stained with cold blood , yelling her name and shaking her to wake up- to open her eyes.

Then it was black.

He remembers shooting up from the hospital bed, ripping off the wires and tubes attached to him, he remembers practically interrogating the doctors and hospital staff...”She bled out” the medics told him.

He sat up slowly, he was disgusted with himself, his body felt like sludge. His head fell into his hands, his face unyielding of any emotion but the tears streaming down his cheeks clearly say otherwise.

He crossed his legs as he stifled a silent sob.

He loved her. She was the kind, unselfish,sweetest, intelligent laidback person he had ever known.. and she didn’t even have to try, because that’s how genuine she was. Kakashi’s breathing gradually slowed and he lifted his head from his hands. He threw his legs over to the side of the bed and with all the effort of whatever was left in him, pushed himself up.

The funeral or the preparations atleast.. was what he would genuinely crushed him. She didn’t have any family, no next of kin, only him. He had to sign the release forms for her body at the morgue, he had to handle the paperwork regarding funeral arrangements. It was a constant sick reminder from the minute he woke up on an active battlefield.. that she was dead.

Kakashi’s legs were numb but managed to carry him to the bathroom just fine. He scanned himself in the mirror. His silver hair thrown in every direction, dark bags forming under his eyes from sleepless nights, his maskless face covered in scruff. He let out a short laugh followed by a small cry.

‘I should be ashamed of myself’ he thought staring down his own reflection.

The anger was carved into Kakashi’s face and he couldn’t hold it in anymore, with his knuckles white and a quick cock back of his fist, he’d lost it. The sound that escaped his lips as his fist easily went through the dry wall was one he’d never actually heard from himself before. It wasn’t like him to be this extremely outwardly violent.

The mirror fell off the wall and shattered on the tile floor, Kakashi’s breaths were heavy and his eyes fell below him. The glass had sliced his ankles and feet. For some reason.. he couldnt feel the pain, but he could see the blood starting to seep from the cuts. Other than that.. nothing.

“MR. HATAKE! WHAT IS GOING ON?!” A raspy female voice called out as she banged loudly on the front door.

“Shit” He mumbled. He’d forgotten, his neighbor was actually his landlord. He let out a sigh and rand his hand through his tangled hair. He can’t feel anything- at least in the moment so he walked without a care over the shattered glass on the bathroom floor.

He slowly turned the knob of the door revealing the short chubby grey haired women standing with her arms crossed.

“Mr.Hatake do you understand it is 4 in the Morning!? What are you doing punching holes through my walls?!” She yelled flailing her knobby arms around.

“I’m sorry Mrs. Roshi” she arms fell, she opened her eyes to get a closer look at his.

“Mr. Hatake! You’re bleeding!” Ms. Roshi grabbed his hand before he could protest and guided him through the door to the right of his.

“You sit down, I’ll fix you up!” She motion him to the living room while she waddled away. Kakashi found himself sitting on the sofa, hand folded in his lap, he could feel the dried tears along his cheeks, and a headache was sure to be coming along.

‘She won’t be offended if I just leave right? ..no i already put a hole through her wall.. she’d probably evict me at that point..’ he thought folding his hands into his lap.

Ms. Roshi came back with a large bowl of water, a small metallic bowl, medical tweezers, surgical sutures, alcohol pads, and bandages. She set everything down on the floor and looked up at Kakashi. She frowned, there was an emptiness that she could she through his dark eyes. Roshi herself had a feeling what had happened seeing that look in a mans before.

She lightly lifted up his heel and began to observe the wound soon plunking away at glass shards. Kakashi felt embarrassed, but he felt like he deserved this, this punishment or whatever this feeling was. The only noise filling the apartment where the small clinks of glass begin dropped in a metal pan.

Roshi broke the silence, “ what has you hollowed away Mr. Hatake?” Her voice was steady and calm, almost nurturing.

Kakashi’s eyes grew wide for a second and then appeared once again lifeless.

“I..” it was still so fucking hard to admit. Because when he would say it.. then it would become real, “ I lost a loved one”

Roshi nodded, “ I see... I’m sorry for your loss” Kakashi’s shoulders fell, even though he had to keep still for her he just wanted to fall apart.

“If I may ask, how did she pass?” Roshi asked plucking out a very large piece of glass from the side of Kakashi’s ankle. He felt like his heart would stop any minute with how shallow it felt.

“I-I don’t know..”

Roshi cocked her brow before she could say anything Kakashi continued,” I remember waking up during the battle..she- she was on top of me. I- she died.. she bled out on top of me”

Roshi’s face grew grim, “ that is terrible, I’m so sorry.” She began working on stitches the deeper cuts at this point. Old woman worked fast.

“How about I put on a pot of tea,Hn? Then I would like to talk to you Kakashi”

Kakashi’s head perked up, it caught him completely off guard, using his first name.

“I would like that, Thankyou” he hated how disgustingly pathetic he sounded. He just wanted to shrivel up and die in complete honesty. Ms. Roshi finished stitching up the silver haired mans feet and ankles and had wrapped them in bandages.

“Put on these socks for now, you shouldn’t walk bare foot with fresh bandages” she tossed him a pair of fluffy grey socks. Kakashi slipped them on and Ms.Roshi eventually slipped to the kitchen for a short and and brought two cups of hot tea and set them on the coffee table. She took her place in an arm chair across from Kakashi and sighed. Kakashi blew gently on the hot glass and began to sip the sweet warm liquid.

“I remember when I first met you and Sakumo,”

Kakashi almost choked on his tea, he put the cut down on the table, “you knew my father?”

Roshi smiled and nodded putting her tea down as well, “of course! I’ve rented to Sakumo all of your life Kakashi, I was very close friends with Sakumo until the end, I remember tiny little you..and now look another Hatake is renting from me now.”

She smiled, “ Besides who else would rent to a man with such bad credit like Sakumo”

Kakashi scratched the back of his head. “Uuuh well..”

Roshi Scoffed, “Kakashi you don’t even have credit, so shush, I promised Sakumo I’d give you somewhere to stay, why do you think you rent is only $50?”

Kakashi sweat dropped, he was learning a little more than needed about his father now.

“I’m not going to sugar coat it Kakashi, I’ve lost my Husband, 3 sons, and 2 daughters.. all Shinobi, some fighting for the village, some becoming their own demise..” she looked at Kakashi with serious eyes. Kakashi’s mismatched colored eyes locked with hers in the subtle moonlight of the living room.

“I need to know if you’re going to be okay Kakashi. I’ve lost two sons to suicide, and I wouldn’t want the same to happen to a dear companions son”

Kakashi tensed up. No, he wouldn’t come to that point.. a part of him wouldnt fathom the thought of taking his own life, only from the fear of not having succeeded and having to deal with the aftermath. There was a sick part of him deep inside that wanted to give in and waste away. Kakashi picked his cup back up,

“No.. I couldn’t” he mumbled gazing at his reflection in the tea, god he looked like shit enough for someone to ask him that?

A huff came from Roshi and she crossed her arms. “Good. You’re a gentle young man Kakashi, I know everything you’ve been through has been hard- but you cannot be lead astray by violence and self destruction”

Everything she was saying.. resonate led with him. Staring blankly into the dark liquid refracting the gleam of moon light that had slipped through the window.

Kakashi set the cup down and got up from the sofa. He flinched, yes he could feel what the broken mirror had done to his feet now. What a stupid, stupid, stupid thing for him to do.

“Thankyou Ms. Roshi, I’m sorry about your wall,” Kakashi’s eyes glanced to his left where he could see a hole clear through the drywall.

“... I will fix it in the morning, Thankyou for everything.” He bowed his head to her and turned to leave.

“Kakashi”

He looked over his shoulder, his hand already gripping the door knob. “... please come and visit me more often, talking can help.”

Kakashi looked back at her and forced a small closed eye smile.

“Thankyou Ms. Roshi” he said quietly leaving the old woman apartment.

He closed the door silently and slipped back into his apartment where the bathroom light was still on. Making his way towards the bathroom he saw how much of a mess their actually was, blood, glass, chunks of drywall. It earned him sliced up feet and ankles and still.. nothing has changed.

Lol I hope you enjoyed, this is part one of three, inbox me suggestion and stuff.. please don’t be rude this is my first fic that I’m posting on this blog publicly.

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hatakelynx · 4 years

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Encountering smol Kakashi

*Hi guys ! I got a one shot idea yesterday night starring small Kakashi + an OC and... I decided to just go for it. (English is not my mother tongue so I apologize in advance for the possible mistakes and misunderstandings...) All comments and opinions are, of course, welcomed!!*

She had absolutely no clue how Sasuke did it. And to be honest, she didn’t want to know. Time travel was completely unusual; for her very rational mind, no explanations in the world would ever be enough. And yet there she was, in front of the Hatake’s house. “I’ll leave you to it”, Sasuke had said before vanishing in the air.

She looked at the single-storey house. It seemed empty and dark. But she knew for a fact that Kakashi was still living there at this time. Sakumo had taken his own life only a few weeks before. Suddenly, a movement on her right caught her attention. She gave a glimmer of a smile.

She turned around and came face to face with Kakashi. Well, actually, she came face to face with a much, MUCH smaller version of the man she was in love with. But still, it was him all right.

His longest silver lock came up to her stomach: that’s how small he was. Don’t forget that he’s only 5, she thought to herself. The mask, which might be Kakashi’s most distinctive feature, was already covering his lower face, up to his nose. When she saw his expression, she had to bite her lips to prevent herself from laughing.

She knew too well these two half-closed, lazy and impassive eyes. Grey shorts were showing his pale legs, and a black vest (which, let’s be honest, seemed a little bit oversized for him) was covering his upper body. She smiled at the green scarf round his neck.

“Who are you and why are you staring at my dad’s house?”

Damn, she thought. I had been told that he was already a sassy kid, but still. His voice sounded younger, of course, but she could still somehow recognize his tone.

“Hi Kakashi. I’m a friend of your dad” she answered with a faint smile. She restrained herself from kneeling to get to Kakashi’s eye-level, because she knew he would take it as an insult. And the last thing she wanted to do, is get on the already sassy kid’s nerves.

“Are you now?” he said, totally unimpressed. “And what’s your name?”

She had already thought of a name she could give him, just in case he would indeed remember this encounter in ten, twenty, thirty years.

“I’m Airi, it’s nice to meet you”. She quickly tried to collect herself, but she was aware that her voice had chocked a little, probably from the emotion.

“That’s funny, I never heard of you before”, Kakashi answered with the most serious tone and the most suspicious look ever. Which, for a 5-year-old, were already quite intimidating.

Dear GOD, Airi thought, I get now how he could even unsettle jonins! But before she could answer anything, Kakashi resumed:

“My father is not here. If you want to pay your respects, you’ll find him in Konoha’s graveyard.”

She froze when she heard this cold and scathing sentence. But she wasn’t flustered by his alleged harshness.

“Actually” Airi started, with a low and sweet voice, “I’m here to talk to you, Kakashi.”

For the first time since the beginning of their conversation, he stared wide-eyed at her, clearly taken by surprise. He managed to recollect himself quickly, though. She finally decided she didn’t care if he got mad and knelt down to look at him in the eyes.

“I know what happened with your father, I’m sorry.” She said this in a very serious and respectful tone, without any trace of pity, because she didn’t want to get her ass kicked by an offended brat. He might have been only 5 at this time, but she knew he already acted and wanted to be treated as an adult. So, the talked to him accordingly.

“Kakashi…” she took a deep breath and looked deep down in his eyes. “You’re going to get through tough times. I know what you want to say to me: that you’re a shinobi, and that’s the way it is. You might be right. But I would want you to remember something: no shinobi ever acts alone. That’s why ninjas are always working in teams. That’s why you have classmates at the academy. Some of them might piss you off, but you will have missions to complete by their sides. And apart from these missions, they will want to hang out. That’s what friends are for.”

She paused, because Kakashi was frowning. But surprisingly, he didn’t say anything. So, Airi went on.

“You may feel all alone sometimes. And if you want to be left alone, that’s completely fine. But please, don’t ever let darkness wears you down. Even when you’re at your lowest, remember that your friends are here for you. And I’m talking about real friends. You’ll see: even if you keep rejecting them, they will keep reaching out to you. As annoying as it may sound.”

She thought about Gai, how he never let go. She felt that her eyes went all misty.

“I know that the things I’m saying to you right now probably don’t make any sense. But please Kakashi, remember that you are surrounded by people who like you. Just hang in there, okay? You’ll see. I can even promise you that one day, there will be people who care so deeply about you, that everything you thought you knew will fall apart. But that’s a good thing – it doesn’t sound like one, but I can assure you, it is. You will see the world differently after meeting them. Before that, on some days, you might feel like giving up. And on those darker days, I just want you to remember this conversation, and trust me. Wait and see. It will probably take a while. But you’re a strong shinobi, you’ll get even stronger, so if someone can get through this, it’s you. Wait and see. You’ll understand when the people I’m talking about will come into your life. You’ll probably think that they’re annoying. Just hold on to that feeling.”

***

Kakashi always wondered if this encounter had been nothing but a dream, or if the whole conversation had really happened.

As time went by, the memory got blurrier and blurrier. But through thick and thin, Kakashi remembered. He held on. He waited.

Almost 20 years later, he still remembered that he had to wait for something, but he couldn’t exactly say what, or who. He didn’t even remember who had told him that in the first place. He thought that maybe he was going crazy. Wouldn’t be surprising, after all.

And then, one day, as Kakashi was hidden behind a tree, Sasuke gave his lunch to Naruto. So did Sakura. At this moment, Kakashi knew.

“Maaa” he thought. “It was about time. Gai was really starting to get on my nerves. But come on, three brats, really?!” he sighed.

He thought about Rin and Obito. Then, he jumped on the three annoying kids to tell them they passed the test.

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depressedhatakekakashi · 3 years

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Kakashi Week- Day 2: Hatake Legacy/Au

My Father's Son

Words: 2662

AU: Mafia Au

@kakashiweek

Warnings: Mentions of Blood, Mention of Sakumo's Death

Every time there was someone in need of rescuing from the precinct, without fail, Shikaku sent Kakashi. Even though he had an entire gang full of people that he could use, he always chose to send Kakashi.

Whether it was because Kakashi was able to make even the most seasoned cop tremble at the mere sight of him, or because he was somehow also able to smooth talk his way out of any sort of trouble he was faced with, he wasn’t quite sure. If he had an answer, he’d do something to fix it. To get Shikaku to send someone else, anyone else.

Just not him.

Climbing off of his motorcycle, he headed straight for the police station. As he made his way up the stairs, police officers who had been chatting to each other while watching him from afar scrambled to get out of his way. Desperate to put as much distance between them and Shikaku’s ‘Scarecrow’.

It was these moments that made these stupid little trips worth it. Seeing just how his reputation had bled into every corner of the city, and straight into the souls of cops. The people who would usually stand tall and proud, confident in their freedom to do as they please with the law supporting their actions.

“Pathetic,” he huffed, using his shoulder to shove the door open and stepping into a building that was all too familiar to him. Not just because of all the visits he had made in the past two years to pick up those unfortunate members of Shikaku’s gang who had been picked up by the cops. Sometimes because they had actually done something wrong, and sometimes just because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time.

It was his job to find out which one it was today. If he had to drag an idiot out of there and scold them for getting caught, or if he was going to have to argue with a cop or two about why they actually weren’t allowed to just arrest someone and throw them into a cell for existing in a public space.

“Look who’s back,” A familiar redhead moved in front of him, her finger poking deep into his chest as she looked at him through the motorcycle helmet that he still wore. “You know the rules. No helmets on when you’re in the building.”

Swatting her hand away, Kakashi huffed. “And you know that I’m not taking it off,” he reminded her. “Can we stop wasting time, Kushina-San? You know I’m here to pick up the man you whisked off of the street in front of the coffee shop on 156th. I’d appreciate if we skipped the argument today and you just handed him over.”

“Mmm, sorry Can’t do that,” Crossing her arms over her chest, Kushina smirked up at him. “See, we actually have evidence on this one. His fingerprints were all over the knife we found at a crime scene a few days ago and…”

“Do you have enough proof for a conviction?”

“I…what?”

“You heard the question,” matching her stance, Kakashi watched as she narrowed her eyes. “Do you have enough proof for a conviction? If not, then you might as well release him. We all know you’re not going to find the proof.”

Kushina opened her mouth for a rebuttal, but before she could get a single word out a hand came down on her shoulder. Pulling both of their attention to the smiling blond now standing at her side. “Now, I think that’s a rather unfair assumption, but it doesn’t matter,” Minato responded with his usual cool demeanour. An attitude fitting a Police chief. “We can’t just release a suspect to you because you walk in here looking intimidating, Scarecrow-san.”

It was always interesting hearing the ‘San’ after his nickname. Like the Chief of Police was trying to show him some respect, even knowing that he was a member of Shikaku’s gang and a feared name among other gangs.

“And why can’t you?” he asked, dropping his hands to his side and resting the right hand on his hip. “If you have solid evidence against him, I’ll just bring him back.”

“And you think that’s enough?” Minato chuckled. “The word of a man that half of my officers would love to see behind bars?”

“Are you saying that you don’t trust me, Minato-san? I’m hurt. I thought we were starting to build a trusting, open relationship,” The sarcasm is so thick that he’s pretty sure even the dumbest cop in the room could hear it. “What if I give you my word? If you can actually produce evidence to prove he did something wrong, I’ll bring him back myself.”

After all, what use was a person if they weren’t careful enough to clean up after themselves? If what Kushina was saying was true, the bastard was already in trouble for leaving behind a knife with his prints. There’s no way that Yamato approved him for the big jobs before making sure he learned not to be a careless idiot.

“Again, that’s just words,” Minato sighed. “I have no proof that you’ll keep your word. For all I know, you’ll get him out of here and immediately transfer him far away so that we never see him again.”

Proof. That was a hard thing to come up with on the spot, and there was no doubt that Minato knew that. That he was counting on his failure to produce the kind of proof that would work for him. Something that would actually give him even the tiniest bit of trust in the man standing in front of him.

Glancing over the Police Chief's shoulder, Kakashi focused on the wall on the other side of the room. There, for everyone to see, a fine selection of pictures on display. Past chiefs that had done their duty and retired. Spending the rest of their days in a comfy home with family surrounding them until they finally died of old age. Each of them dressed up in their best uniform with a smile on their face and a proud look in their eyes.

Though there was one picture that stood out among them all.

It didn’t stand out because of the way the Police Chief looked in the picture. For any random passerby, he was the same as every other picture on the wall. A proud man doing his duty, protecting the city that he loved so much.

Behind the smile though, there was a story that only a few knew. One of a life cut short with bullets and blood. Of a child standing over his father’s body, blood staining his tiny fingers as he cried for help.

A story that was known among the officers of this station. Whispered among each other as they stared upon the child sitting outside of his father’s office waiting for someone to come pick him up. To claim guardianship over a boy who had lost everything, and had no one.

“I have proof,” he spoke softly, his hand leaving his hip and coming up to undo the buckle under his helmet. The room around him suddenly went quiet, all eyes turning towards him as he undid the buckle. Even Kushina had her full attention on him now, eyes wide as she watched him grab the underside of his helmet.

As he pulled the helmet off, his hair fell free. The long silver ponytail falling against his back was met with gasps, and as the helmet slides off he can feel the tension in the air. Thick enough that he’s certain he could cut it if he felt the urge.

“S-scarecrow…” Opening his eyes, he met Minato’s gaze. A soft smile on his face that looked nothing like the one in the picture. A smile he had been told many times growing up resembled his mother more than anyone. “I-“

“I think you know that’s the wrong name,” He offered, sunken eyes focused on the police chief. “Though, I guess you wouldn’t know any better, hmm?”

Scanning the room, he focused on one of the many cops that had been so afraid of him moments ago. Watching him with cautious eyes as he made his way into the station, and never letting him out of his sight.

“Ahhh, you’ll know it,” he smiled at the older man, chuckling when his words were met with stuttered confusion. “Come on, don’t tell me you forgot. It hasn’t been that long, has it?”

Twenty years. It would make sense if they had forgotten his name, it wasn’t like they had ever cared to remember it even when he made daily trips to the station before his father took him to his school. Most of them would simply pat his head and smile down at him, perhaps offering him a cup of water or a treat while he waited outside of the office while his father quickly sorted out his day.

“K-Kakashi.”

He was actually surprised to hear his name being spoken. Not just because someone managed to remember it, but because of who it was who had spoken it. Out of everyone in the room, he didn’t expect to hear his name from Kushina of all people.

“Kushina, how…”

Taking a step back, Kushina narrowed her eyes. Taking a moment to examine the silver-haired man standing in front of her. Almost as if she didn’t believe that he was real. “When we first started here people always talked about Chief Sakumo and his son,” she explained. “I heard so much about them that I got curious and decided to check out his old files. It didn’t take long to find information on the Chief’s death.”

Rolling his shoulders, Kakashi tried to force himself not to clench his jaw. To keep that same relaxed appearance he always had when he was in front of people. The last thing he wanted to do was show weakness.

To allow anyone in the room to know just how much it hurt, being reminded of his father’s end.

“You were listed as missing, presumed dead,” she growled. “You vanished from foster care when you were twelve.”

“I got bored,” he stated. “There was nothing interesting going on in that place, and the schools weren’t any better. What was I supposed to do? Hang around and become a cop like you?” his mouth burned when he spoke. Anger boiling inside of him. “I wasn’t going to sit around and wait to become another body on the floor.”

“And you think this is the escape you need from that?” Kushina bit back, taking a step forward and poking him in the chest. “You think that this is the life your old man would want for you?”

“Don’t-“

“Afraid of the truth?” She growled, swatting Minato’s hand away when he tried to grab her shoulder. “Scared to face the fact that you turned into the exact type of person your father would be ashamed of? The type of person who made him a body on the floor!?”

Calm shattered.

For the first time in years, Kakashi felt the anger he worked so hard to keep hidden deep inside of himself boiling over. Breaking through the calm facade that the ‘Scarecrow’ was so well known for.

Now wasn’t the time for anger though. The last thing he wanted to do was give Kushina and Minato a reason to put him behind bars. He had worked too hard to get where he was. Struggled and fought too much for his anger to be his downfall.

Taking a step back, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

One

The memories flooded his mind. His father’s smile, the way he’d put a hand in his hair and mess it up, the sound of his laughter. Memories Kakashi had tried so hard to bury. The ones that were better to forget.

Two

His heart beat slowed. Returning to a steady pace and easing the pain in his chest caused by the vibe grip that was his anger.

Three

“It doesn’t matter what he thinks,” He spoke calmly, opening his eyes to meet Kushina’s gaze. The anger still boiling deep inside of him. Fighting to get out even as he tried to push it back down into hiding. “He’s not here.”

Four

“You can’t seriously-“

“Kushina.”

` Five

Finally the anger gave in, allowing him to shove it back into that small corner of his soul where it always sat, waiting for him to find a quiet deserted place to let it out.

“What my father would have wanted for me holds no weight over my life,” he continued. “He’s dead. He has been dead since I was a kid, and if anyone in this room had wanted me to have a different path perhaps they would have done something about it themselves.”

Eyes darting around the room, he watched as every single cop diverted their gaze away from him. Shame evident in all of their eyes.

“Now, I believe the issue we were talking about was my trustworthiness,” he continued, finally meeting Minato’s gaze once again. “You said you needed proof that I would keep my word. Do you have that proof now?”

Bright blue eyes stared at him, only breaking eye contact long enough to flick back towards the picture of Hatake Sakumo hanging on the wall before returning. “Alright.”

“What!?” Kushina spun around to face Minato, her eyes wide with surprise. “You can’t be serious. Minato if he leaves we’ll never see him again!”

Sighing, Kakashi directed his attention back to the red-head. “I told you, didn’t I? If you find any substantial evidence against him, I’ll bring him back myself.”

“There’s no reason we have to trust you,” She snapped. “You’re a thug, Scarecrow.”

Hearing his nickname being used once again, Kakashi sighed.

“I am also the Son of Hatake Sakumo,” he stated firmly. “Regardless of what you think of me, that fact will always stand above all others. And as much as I hate every single coward in this room-“ murmured protests filled the station. Words of anger and aggravation spoken just low enough that Kakashi could barely make them out. “I will never disrespect my father so much as to lie to the person who took his job.”

Kushina’s mouth hung open, no words leaving her lips for the first time since he had walked through the door. For once, Kakashi had managed to stun her into silence, and the feeling that came from that knowledge was beautiful.

When all was said and done, he was going to enjoy bugging her about this moment for years to come.

“Fine,” straightening herself up, she met Kakashi’s eye. “I’ll hold you to that.”

A challenge. He could handle that.

“You know how to get hold of me if you do end up finding anything, right?” Watching as Minato signalled to one of the other cops, Kakashi allowed his eyes to wander over. Lingering on the officer as he made his way towards the back where all of the cells were. “Of course, if you’re having trouble contacting me you can always stop at my favourite Coffee shop. I could always do with a free cup while you’re proving his guilt to me.”

As if the last five minutes didn’t exist, vanishing into distant memory, Kushina squared off on him once again and started arguing about ‘not buying gang members coffee’ and ‘having better things to do’

Statements that Kakashi knew were bold-faced lies. Kushina would buy him a coffee even while complaining about him being a cheap bastard and saying she had better things to spend her money on, and as much as she refused to admit it she would love every second of it.

Because if Kushina didn’t have him to challenge her, she’d be bored. They both knew that even if they would never say it out loud.

#Mafia Au #hatake kakashi #kushina uzumaki #minato namizake #kakashi week 2021 #Kakashiweek2021 #Kakashi week fic

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konohagakurekakashi · 4 years

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When do you reckon Kakashi signed a pact with his summons? [ Since he didn't use said summons during the Kannabi Bridge mission or any of their other missions, I've always wondered o.o ]

|| OOC: This is a good question, albeit a tricky one. I think in my last ask pertaining the summoning contract, I advised that the ninken summoning scroll was a graduation present from Sakumo, Kakashi as an active Genin finally eligible to continue the Hatake Legacy. That was before our carefully configured timeline and even more intricately fashioned Team Flake Headcanons © however. When considering same it would have been impossible for the summoning scroll to have been passed down to Kakashi during or on his graduation date due to the fact that Hatake Sakumo already committed Sepukkū by then—seeing as the Shinigami came for the elder Hatake while Kakashi was still an academy student. As such in order to keep with that which has already been decided (both by us and canon) I’m thinking the following:-

[Headcanon]

As the relationship between the Hatake clan and their Ninken are a long winding one stretching as far back as the Warring States Period. It was custom for a summoner of the clan to introduce any new offspring to the summoned—as they would most likely add their name (and life essence) to the scroll sooner rather than later. Likewise it was just as much of a tradition for any of the Ninken to present any new pups to the clan head (for blessings in the form of many belly rubs). As such Kakashi first met his father’s Ninken when he was a chubby-faced toddler, his grip already strong enough to clasp onto both downy ears of one of the Bassett Hounds' sniffing at his person, before holding on for dear life, tugging the hound closer with a bemused gurgle (much to Sakumo’s chagrin) every instance the hound attempted to escape with a classic backward paddle.

The second time that Kakashi was introduced to the Ninken was met with a little less fanfare, but was every bit as important. His cheeks were still chubby, but unlike last time he was able to stand on his own two feet and words wafting from his lips instead of gurgles and spit-bubbles. Sakumo proceeded to lead the boy into a clearing behind their house, his pale fingers folding into the familiar hand-signs of the ‘Kuchiyose no Jutsu’, before bellows of smoke receded to reveal a large Akita, a Pug and a Whippet. Kakashi peered at the three nin-dogs, recognizing the Akita’s brindle fur, the Pug that 'was more head than body' and the smooth, solid white of the Whippet on first glance. The boy had the habit of trailing after his parent during his rigorous training excursions and often travelled with him on his lower-ranked missions, thus he had seen his father call and interact with the Inu-spirits before. What stood to question was why the man sought to call on them now, especially since his father had finished his training for the day and how both of them were still within the relative safety of the village walls.

Sakumo offered no immediate explanation for his actions and only went on to unravel an obnoxiously large scroll, all while making small talk with the canines as he went. Getting a little impatient and feeling all but ignored (much like that old scroll seemed to be up until this moment, if the age-spots and dust billows were any an indication) Kakashi exhaled a huff, arms crossing against his puffed chest. “Tou-san…What is this…Are we going on a mission?” At the sound of his son’s trademark annoyance, Sakumo halted-mid laugh (Akitas had a sharp sense of humour, what can he say?) before he finally stood, a hand rising to scratch at a stubbly cheek. “…Iie not exactly, ‘kashi-kun. I thought since you will be starting at the Academy next week, it was about time that you get to meet and bond with our pack.” Kakashi bequeathed his parent with an incredulous raise of his eyebrow, bottom lip jutting out against the fabric of his mask for good measure; yet wholly immune to most of his offspring’s facial quirks, the elder continued without pause. “Kakashi-kun, I want you to meet Shima, Pakkun and Haiyai-san. Why don’t you go ahead and introduce yourself, hm?” Kakashi finally able to catch his father’s crinkled gaze, continued to stare at the man like he had spontaneously sprouted nine heads and that all nine were equal in the measures of stupid---honestly he could be doing better things with his time, like fishing for fresh water Ayu for dinner. “Hn. I already met them loads of times Tou-san. They know who I am…..are you getting old?”

Ah, woe is the man who fathered an undisciplined, haughty youth! Sakumo’s eye-twitched at the boy’s (severely) untrue observation; the amused yips of his summons all but an added punch to his gut. Respect seemed to be served in smaller doses these days. “I-I’m not old at all! Just…just bear with me; you’re about to sign the Hatake summoning pact, it’s all for the sake of formality, okay?” Kakashi hummed still a little pleased with his earlier jab, but also dubious at the prospect of signing a primordial piece of paper, grey hues altering between the scroll itself, his father and the three observing Ninken. It took nine beats too long, but eventually the boy relented with a sigh “Maa…..I’m…Kakashi….” (the introduction droned as if his father was asking him to haggle for his soul with a Water Country ferry man and not to learn an important life skill. Sakumo was dying. Truly). Shima (undemanding, gentle, blessed) shifted to press her muzzle against the boy’s cheek, the unexpectedly tender motion causing the reluctance to seep from his small shoulders in an instant. Haiyai-san, by the grace of all Kami, seemed equally unruffled by what has come to pass, dipping her head in a gesture of acknowledgement, whilst the little Pug (Could it really be considered an actual dog, Tou-san? He’s so small.) Merrily gruffed out in a voice six baritones too deep. “Well I can tell you I’m not some cross-country rabbit…Pleased to meet you, pup.”

The hours that followed saw Kakashi sign his name to the scroll (praised be. Finally. ) right next to that of his father’s, while the man in question went on a tangent about how the scroll was a gift to their clan from the Kuebiko Kami and that Kakashi must take great care of it. Sakumo’s discourse included the uses of Ninken and how to take proper care of them, before he had Kakashi practice the procession of seals. As soon as the Jōnin detected the faintest undulation within the boy’s chakra however, the man’s palms swathed the smaller digits still clasped around the Ram seal, effectively halting any further progress. “Not yet Kakashi….” His smile was patient, dragging yet another ridiculous pout and irate breath from the younger. “We still need to work on those reserves of yours, neh. You’ve signed the contract in blood, in the presence of the Clan Head and three alpha summons, the agreement has been concluded, for now that is enough.”

Time passed, as it so often does and Kakashi worked diligently on trying to hone both his control and stores of chakra. He would be taking the graduation exam soon (Midori-sensei confirmed as much) thus Kakashi was making his way back as fast as his feet could carry him in order to share the news with his father (he would definitely be home, Kakashi lamented as the man hasn’t been going out much. At least, not since his abrupt return from Wind Country). The last few months have seen Hatake Sakumo hunkered down in his study; sometimes pacing, always thinking, but Kakashi was sure (hoping more like) that the good news would bring a pleased smile to his father’s face. His parent has always been a firm believer that honest, hard work should be rewarded and Kakashi would like to meet a shinobi that’s been training harder than him over the past year. Instead of smiling like the young Hatake hoped, his tou-san did the exact opposite, wane features morphing into a prompt frown, while a hand rubbed and pressed at his temples—most likely warding off an on-coming headache. “Where is the summoning scroll, Kakashi? Bring it here; did you sign it like I told you to?” The boy hesitated at the study threshold, his father not having mentioned the scroll or any of the Ninken since his self-imposed, house arrest. Furthermore, Kakashi doubted that reminding his father of the fact that ‘yes, he has indeed signed the scroll—a full 365 days back!’ would be counter-productive and akin to asking for a fight, especially since he seemed to have caught the Jōnin on one of his ‘bad days’. As such Kakashi held his tongue and quickly proceeded to his father’s room to retrieve the scroll from the chest in which it was hidden and sealed.

Sakumo slowly heaved to his feet as soon as his son’s silver tuffs came back into view, leading them once more to the clearing at back of the house. In the light of the setting sun the elder didn’t just look tired, he looked benumbed; his eyes deep set and devoid of their usual mirth. Still the man took a seat on the weathered engawa, feet tucked underneath him as he mentioned for Kakashi to continue. Kakashi to his credit (and deep-rooted eagerness to please. How the tables have turned on the buckets of patience front!) unravelled the covenant, taking a moment to peer down at his name and bloody prints (which was definitely still there, see!) before he started on the motions for the different hand-seals, all five signets still engraved within the folds of his memory. The boy continued to practiced the secession until the wind started to pick up and brought with it the scent of turmeric and the eager chirp of crickets. “Kakashi, gradually start to channel your chakra.” Kakashi startled at the man’s voice, Sakumo having been in a state of silence ever since they inched into the outdoors, afore he recovered long enough to do as instructed; a palm coming down to press against half of the aged parchment and half on the damp clumps of grass, while he funnelled a burst of chakra. “Kuchiyose no Jutsu!” He felt the drain on his reserves, felt the way his muscles spasmed and contracted, yet as the puffs of smoke and dust cleared, there wasn’t a wagging tail in sight.

It should have worked. Why didn’t it work? He did everything right, didn’t he? Chancing a tentative glance back at the engawa, Kakashi noted that Sakumo’s stare was fixed on the paint-peeled fence separating the Hatake grounds from the road leading into Training Ground Five, expression bare and seeing through the boy sagged against the dirt. “…More chakra, Kakashi. Try again.” The child shifted to his knees at his father’s halted coaching, fingers already coiling back into the desired seals. It was pitch black by the time Kakashi pitched forward, hair meshed against his cheeks and forehead in sticky tendrils. His body was quivering as he struggled to suck the crisp evening air into his lungs, a feat which proved immensely difficult with his face pressed firmly into the earth. Taking the last ounce of strength he had, the Hatake rolled his head so his cheek was pressed into the soil and grass instead; teary, burning hues flittering to the engawa to note that his father had long since left his perch in the hours it took for Kakashi to exhaust his chakra.

The man failed to light the Tōrō Lanterns as he normally did, the forgetful action casting the house and surrounding terrain into a deep, ominous shadow. Kakashi’s breath shuddered, goose-bumps dotting his flesh, yet he was incapable of dragging his arms up and under himself. There was movement to his left, signalled by the snap of a twig and the crunch of leaves underfoot, until Kakashi’s drenched brow crumpled at the touch of a wet, warm snout against his neck. “Hn…I’d ask what it was that you were thinking, but clearly you weren’t using your brain at all.” The muzzle was removed and an unimpressed dead-pan came into view, causing Kakashi to whimper at those black, beady hues. If he had more energy to spare, the Hatake would have been aggravated that it took the better part of his afternoon (and most of his stupid, flimsy chakra) to summon the one who was ‘all head and no body’—scarcely a dog at all. Pakkun continued in a circle about him, every once in a while gruffing about over-achieving brats and head-butting his sore, slumped form. “Where is your father, Pup? You’re cold. We need to get you inside and I could do with a bowl of those egg biscuits (the seeing as I was called here for no apparent reason but to babysit left unsaid). Kakashi’s only response was another raspy grunt and the twitch of his thumb—half-lidded hues never leaving the fawn, little body. He idly noted that from this angle, the wrinkled-face and under-bite was kind of cute. Maybe more than kind of…it was safe to admit the Pug’s paws seemed squishy too. Pakkun was speaking again, but Kakashi finally felt his eyes droop, strength wholly leeched from his pores.

Though Pakkun stayed with Kakashi for the remainder of the night and even followed the boy up to the academy gates the next morning, Kakashi didn’t end up summoning him or attempted to summon any other pack member for a long time thereafter. Kakashi doubted that he would even be able to perform the Jutsu successfully, since the only words spoken between him and the (kind of cute) pug with the too-deep voice; was when he informed his summoner that he took the least amount of chakra to breach dimensions. Kakashi had his mind on preparing for his graduation examination, avoiding that weird kid in green spandex and worrying over his father’s constant recession to actively ponder over the workings of the infuriating Summoning Jutsu. And when Hatake Sakumo did end up being swallowed by the depressed layers of himself (the horrible, horrible traitor-did Kakashi mean nothing to him at all?) Kakashi didn’t even think to summon one of the pack to attend the meagre funeral. He didn’t think they would care enough to breach the distance as they didn’t bother to intervene in the first place. His father was always going on and on about the bond between summoner and summons, if that was the case then clearly they should have /known/ how bad the man was doing, should have felt it through the proverbial tether. Kami forbid, Pakkun was privy to it with his own beady eyes that night he had to drag the man outside to tend to his chakra-depleted offspring. Still, none of the pack showed up to help and now Kakashi was alone, the pack aesthetic was a dirty lie.

Kakashi knew deep down that he shouldn’t blame the Ninken, that they just like him, were helpless to the situation as Sakumo didn’t accept or want their help. They all failed him in their own way and in the end, the man failed himself. Yet, they were his last living link to the elder Hatake and it was so much easier to cling to hate and anger, than to drown helplessly in his sorrow and loneliness. As such the boy convinced himself that Sakumo was to blame, that the Ninken was to blame and that he didn’t need either of them to move forward. He would go on to be better…to do things differently, to adhere to the shinobi rules as opposed to the rules of the clan. The clan was no more in any event, its ancient traditions and practices defunct as it couldn’t exist with just one person. Thus when the first opportunity presented itself, the young Hakate sealed up all of their (his) possessions for storage, including the Kuebiko no Kami’s summoning scroll to move out and away from the ghosts of the Hatake Compound. He got a Genin Team and a Jōnin-sensei a few days earlier and would surely be leaving the village on an official mission soon. Once Kakashi could earn his own money, he could save up for an apartment, exempt from the smell of blood, guilt and memories. At least that was the plan.

The sole Hatake should have known better than to wish or look forward to such simple things however, should have known that someone like him would never be able to escape the smell of blood or be free of guilt. His lifeblood was on Kakashi’s clothes and on his skin; he could see it every time he closed his weary lids and he could smell it still, the many sticks of incense he burned within his one-bedroom abode, naught but a cloudy screen for his failure and ineptitude. The sickly waft made him itch and cough and teary-eyed, a headache blooming anew behind his gifted Gekkei Genkai. Outside the clouds gathered, thick and heavy, as if the spirits themselves were mourning the loss of their comrade. Rin would be there any minute, would knock on his door with a somewhat lost (yet eternally benign smile in place) making Kakashi feel like even more of a fraud. He didn’t deserve her kindness; not after what he almost did to her or failed to do for her best friend. The doubts and self-defacement swirled and churned within him, until he couldn’t swallow it back anymore and before he fully grasped what he was doing his trembling digits were already bent into the Ram seal.

Pakkun was there at the first lurch of his chakra; the tiny pug silent and unmoving as Kakashi tried (and failed) to pull himself together. Like Rin he couldn’t really face the Inu-spirit, couldn’t really find or grasp onto the right words after months, years, have come to pass. The Pug didn’t seem in want of a properly worded apology however, fawn-coloured paws moving forward at the first echo of a badly-repressed hiccup, before his wrinkled face quickly pressed against the boy’s bent knees. Kakashi’s finger-pads pulled free from the tatami weave they were anchored to in order to latch about the ninken’s frame instead, promptly pulling the pug onto his lap and against his body proper. It must have been a terrible experience for the summon whom suddenly found himself caught in an emotional death-grip, fur soon matted with a sticky mixture of phlegm and tears. Even so Pakkun never wriggled or barked out his displeasure, only curled himself further into the boy’s juddering midriff. “They’re dead.” Kakashi eventually whispered, his window wet and dotted with drops of rain.

Immediately thinking of the former clan head and the boy Pakkun never got to meet, the spirit’s tone resounded sincere, despite him being helplessly out of his element. “I know…I’m sorry, Pup.” Hitherto, Kakashi wouldn’t accept his condolences, his stuttered whispers continuing to seep into the dog’s fur like he never even heard him at all. “I could have saved them…both of them, if I tried.” Pakkun shifted at this, intent on making some serious eye-contact to get his words of wisdom across. He never was any good with kids, but he at least knew that none of what happened was Kakashi's fault, he needed to make sure the boy knew this as well. It was all just terrible circumstance. “Iie, that’s not true and you know it…Thinking about ‘what if’s’ won’t bring them back either, it will just be like chasing a squirrel up a pine tree—nothing will come of it but regret.” He doesn’t know if the boy heard or took his words to heart, but at least the water-works stopped, replaced by a sceptic frown while pale digits started to rub at an ear almost absently. “I have to go soon…” Avoidance of the Pug’s assurances it was then, a classic Hatake move. “Hn…Then I’ll go with you…’’.

A hollow laugh, or perhaps a cough? Even this close it was hard to say. “To a Memorial? I don’t have any egg biscuits to give you this time…’’ The pug snorted, yet leaned into the lazy stokes all the same (subtly inching his head this way and that so the boy could scratch at all the good spots). “…Then I’ll still come…if only to escape the heady suffuse of Potpourri, seriously Kakashi your den smells like a Blossom Country gift stall, are you trying to call on a hornet swarm?” A pause before Kakashi blanched, shoving the summons right from his lap, albeit with infinitely more care than he usually would have while being called out. “Shut up. I was trying to—I thought it would…I don’t know what you’re talking about, okay? Let’s just go, Rin shouldn’t have to walk all the way here in this weather…We’ll meet her half-way.” Instead of meeting the Kunoichi half-way down the road, the two of them ended up waiting for her outside of her family home. Kakashi still felt a torrent of shame at the first glimpse of her red orbs and nose, though it was more bearable with the surprised (almost happy) hitch of breath at the presence of Pakkun (the smug aura surrounding his summons at all of the rubs and pats he was receiving just a small bonus). He could do this, he thought as the three of them meandered in the direction of the Memorial Stone, pressed tightly together under Rin’s purple umbrella. He just had to endure a little longer, try a little harder. He might not be able to turn back the time, to escape all of his guilt, but perhaps with Pakkun and the others, he could focus on what was ahead instead, whilst trying to keep an important promise that he made.

[End Note]

So I hope this answers your ask, Flake-sensei. This was the best scenario I could come up with keeping in mind our timeline in conjunction with our headcanons. To recap- Kakashi must have signed the contract while his father was still alive, since his father as the clan head and had to go through the workings with him. Kakashi might not have summoned the Ninken during Team Flake’s missions or the Kannabi bridge incident, but Kakashi did have his full pack (with the exception of the cute Akino which was a later addition) at the time of Rin being kidnapped by Hidden Mist to be Jinchūriki-fied. Kakashi ordered them to split up and track her in both the anime and manga and then the pack was seen attempting to lure the Hunter-nin away, so that both Kakashi and Rin could escape. Keeping that in mind it was clear that Kakashi did have the whole pack at his disposal at quite a young age, inciting the idea that he was just remiss/hesitant to use them-- or that their relationship wasn’t as dear/familiar like what we see with the older Kakashi. Chibi-Kakashi was good with the blame game, so this just made sense. It would be the same for the Survivor’s AU (though I reckon Sensei already met a Pack member or two courtesy of Sakumo) of course. As for Icarus AU I reckon the team will finally meet the Pack and bond in a fluffy fashion right after Kannabi when Kakashi-noodle grows a personality and introduces them. Also can I just say—Pakkun ♥

#konohagakurekakashi #Hatake Kakashi [The Scarecrow]#Hatake Kakashi #Headcanon #Hatake Clan Headcanon #Ninken Headcanon #pack aesthetic #Pakkun #Blotched Naruto Timeline #Kakachibi #Hatake Sakumo #Ask Answered #Minaa-Munch

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writer-and-artist27 · 4 years

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How to Write Tomoko (Kinda)

Inspired by this one ask that Lang got a while back. I can’t remember how long ago it was, but @owlsofstarlight commented one time to me how they wrote Tomo based on how I reacted to a lot of things. So, this really is for their reference when writing any Silent Feathers stuff as well as for me to look back on how much Tomo is not just a “Mary Sue,” contrary to what some haters would like to throw at her.

Some important core traits and the like.

Tomoko is selfless. Once she gets to know you as a friend and/or a precious person of her circle, then she’s pulling out all the stops to make sure you’re happy. Even if you are a stranger, if it looks like you’re struggling, she’s offering her hand to bring you to your feet. It’s no question about it — she wants to see you be better, even if it means she gets the short end of the stick, and she’d be happy with the short end of the stick.

The consequences of her selflessness hit only after she does something in the form of exhaustion and at times barely being able to talk depending on the person (example being that one oneshot where she cleaned all of Obito’s apartment [aside from his room because that’s personal space] and made dinner once he came home, therefore rendering her rambly and barely coherent for a bit once she finally sat down). So she can’t pull out all stops, but that doesn’t mean she won’t try unless you stop her.

Tomo is also compassionate. Without fail, if someone asks her for a listening ear, she’s already raising her hand to volunteer to do it, all because being Emotional Support is ingrained into her very soul. She is also the first one to ask, “Are you okay?” whenever there’s something wrong, which is why her parents latched onto her so much because she never truly asks for anything for herself. Which leads into the next thing.

As helpful as she is, Tomo can be cruel to herself. From the machinations of Ty, her past death, previous trauma relating to sexual assault as Vy, and her foreknowledge of the Narutoverse, she easily goes to herself, albeit unconsciously, “if the ninja can go out and train to the death, then I can work to the death without complaints.” Similar thoughts such as “sitting around gets nothing done,” “I can’t say no, I’ll feel bad when they have it worse than me,” “I don’t deserve to sit down when people die everyday outside Konoha’s walls,” and “I can’t rest, someone’s crying right now,” roll around constantly in her head. Hence why she rarely gives herself any breathing room. It takes outside stimuli and/or people nagging her for her to properly do self-care.

Someone could easily take advantage of this if they wanted to because it is just hard for her to say “no” to helping someone. The only reason why it hasn’t gotten her into more trouble is because her family and friends help with support and protection from the real big baddies of the Narutoverse. Not to mention the one thought that crossed over from Vy’s reincarnation: “If I messed up/died here, Josh and Leo would be sad. I have to keep going to let them know I’m okay.”

This also makes it hard for her to go to friends and family for help on her own problems, because in her head, “they’re going through enough shit in their lives, I don’t want to add to it.” She tries to work through it herself and/or bottle it up. This doesn’t always work.

It’s because of this trait that she can’t be the Naruto-figure of her generation, in spite of being so close, because she still needs to learn how to stop for her own sake.

Tomo can also be easily invested in the lives of other people. When she’s dedicated to helping someone, she does whatever she can, putting herself as far out there as she can, even if she doesn’t have much to offer, and that can lead into pitfalls that could sink her mood for weeks or more depending on how much she grows to care.

If someone ever knew the full knowledge of her reincarnation and thus asked her why she decided to help the ninja the way she does, she would reply, “They made a lonely school girl feel loved and cared for again when no one else noticed. The least she could do is return the favor and give them better lives.” So she’s pretty driven for her ninja friends already.

Tomo can be stubborn. Not as much as, say Naruto-levels of recklessness, but when she’s on a task of her own making, she’s driven and focused on it to the point of tunnel vision. Until the thing is done, she’s sticking there, barely moving unless it’s for sleep or food — basically the bare minimum of keeping things up.

Her reflections/self-analysis is borderline self-harm when it comes down to it. By focusing far too much on her flaws and not that of her positives, she forces herself to keep trying to improve/work, even if her body is not up for keeping the reckless standard. I’d like to think it took both Obito and Kei in S&S to convince her not to go all Gai-route in self-defense training, because as much as Gai is productive, his methods would only contribute to Tomo’s fallings in the future with her civilian physique.

It’s because of this constant self-deprecation that Tomoko is oblivious to any love that’s outside her usual familial and platonic realms of territory. She could suspect that someone is into her, but immediately brushes it off with thoughts of, “There’s no way someone would like me, there’s better girls out there.” So anyone trying to win her heart would be having a hard time just trying to flirt if they’re not saying it directly.

Tomo is also indecisive, lacking any initiative to do something unless it’s to help someone. Once she has a break in her hands, she would stare at it and be like, “What am I supposed to do with this?” She’s just so used to working all the time that when she rests, she either sleeps exhaustion away or goes along with other people’s paces. It’s kinda why she helps out in the hospital with Rin and/or does moral support for Team Minato outside of the café because otherwise, she has no clue what to do.

Tomo struggles with talking to people outside of her precious friend circle. From social anxiety and just plain embarrassment at the possibility of messing up and making a bad impression, Tomo isolates herself a lot if she’s not searching out for specific people. If she’s at work, she can pull out scripted words to get along with the day, but that’s not going to stop her internal monologues of “Holy shit, what do I do, this person wants this” — therefore causing the occasional trip in her voice. It’s easy to fake being outgoing, but otherwise, if she could get time to sleep, she’d take it. Even if she blanks at the idea of “free time.”

Tomo is also far too easy to read. From her mannerisms to her piano playing (ninshu, people) to how she reacts to nearly everything honestly, it leaves her open to, at best, lots of teasing and, at worst, emotional manipulation at the hands of others not so kind. It makes it hard for her to even try lying, so when it comes to her foreknowledge, she takes after Kei’s example in not saying much when it’s not needed. That doesn’t make her face any less easy to search for when it comes to key signs of turmoil. It can be cute in her everyday life, but if she were ever a ninja, it would be the first thing to get her killed.

It’s just funny to look back on all this considering in any other setting, Tomoko would be the ideal Shojo protagonist. But, unfortunately, this is the Narutoverse. All of these things leave her solely as Moral Support and nothing more because everyone can tell she wouldn’t be able to handle anything else.

At this point? Anything can happen and at best, she’s done well to survive so far. If she didn’t make friends with the right people, I wouldn’t be surprised if those behind Sakumo’s original Canon suicide did off with her too. But then we wouldn’t have a story. So there’s that.

Tomo has a long way to go in maturing.

#hoshino tomoko #writer thoughts #the sea and stars #civilian pianist #silent feathers #long post #oc things #all these traits apply to any version of Tomo #she's kinda hopeless

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godaime-obito · 5 years

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@naruto-magic-week day 6: cursed marks

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Naruto Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hatake Kakashi/Uchiha Obito Characters: Hatake Kakashi, Uchiha Obito Additional Tags: Naruto Magic Week 2019, Alternate Universe - Magic, getting back together except obito doesn't consider them broken up to begin with, hes too stubborn Summary: naruto magic week day 6: cursed marks (ok so the mark itself doesnt show up but there is a curse)

Kakashi is devastated to find that not even he can avoid all his problems forever, but he sure did try.

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This has been a rough few years. At first the whole thing seemed kind of ignorable to Kakashi, but the older he’s gotten the more obvious it’s become that it really isn’t. He needs to really so a professional about this family curse. Now, a curse on the Hatake to have bad luck seems rather mild, but the more time passes the worse it gets, and he came very close to getting done in by an old garden pot and a confused nymph. He doesn’t want to talk about it.

He’s going to find a good witch or warlock, that knows some good luck spells, or counter-curses, and he’s going to get this taken care of before he disappears mysteriously like his father. Luckily, Kakashi knows just the one.

On the road to town, he deviates down a well-trodden dirt path. It winds through the perpetually dark forest on the edge of Konoha, and leads to a compound that seldom gets outsiders. The Uchiha compound doesn’t look any different than when he last stepped through over a decade ago to find Obito when he was late for their lessons with Minato-sensei. Odds are he still lives in the same house as well.

Kakashi does his best to stick to the shadows and not attract too much attention from the Uchiha on his way, but his hair is a bit obvious. They glance at him suspiciously, although a few seem like they may remember him. He has the same mask, and the same hair, so admittedly he’s barely changed more than the compound.

He comes to a stop outside Obito’s door, and considers for a moment just peaking in the window like he used to. Better just knock. He raps on the door firmly before stepping back. He remembers how Obito could get when opening doors.

“Hello,” Obito says, more like a question than a greeting as he slams the door open just like Kakashi assumed he would.

“Still trying to kill people with doors I see!”

“Kakashi! I only hit you once years ago, and you’re clearly fine,” he deflects, “I haven’t seen you in a long time.” The question of what he wants is implied.

“Maa, I guess not. I meant to come by sooner, but a black cat crossed my path on the way here.”

“Don’t start that with me, Mister Used-To-Always-Complain-When-I-Was-Late,” he says, “And I had actual reasons for being late. Black cat my ass.”

“Sorry Obito, but I’ve been having genuine problems with bad luck, so I really couldn’t risk it.”

“Bad luck?” he considers, “Do you mean that curse, like Sakumo-san had? Are you still having problems with it?”

“Problems? You could say that,” Kakashi snorts, “I was hoping you could help me. It’s been a while since work took us our separate ways, but I know this should be up your alley now.”

“Of course, you came to the right place,” he assures him, puffing up proudly just like when they were young. “Follow me. I think I know something to point us in the right direction,” he says, disappearing through the doorway.

Kakashi follows him through the familiar halls. When he left he thought they would be more changed, that meeting again would feel less comfortable. Really, he doesn’t know what he expected to happen, but it almost feels like he was never gone. Obito leads him into the study. Well, one thing has changed, he never went in this room before. They were too busy with their studies and then with their new careers for him to mess with any of his parents’ things.

“That tome up there,” Obito explains, gesturing at a shelf that’s so high it’s nearing the ceiling, “It covers family curses. It’ll point us in the right direction for sure.”

“Is it going to jump down to us?” he grins.

“Shut up Bakashi,” he grumbles, “There’s a rolling ladder we can use. Just hold the bottom of it for me.”

“Yes sir,” he chirps.

Obito has only just grasped the spine of the book when the ladder seems to wobble. Suddenly, Kakashi questions the intelligence of being near a ladder with a curse like his. He quickly lets go and moves back, but doesn’t make it far before the rung under Obito’s feet snaps and he falls back landing directly on top of him.

Ouch.

“Are you alright?” he asks, muffled a bit by the way his chin is pressed tightly up against the top of Obito’s head.

“I should be asking you that,” Obito answers with a groan, “this was probably the work of your curse.”

“It doesn’t seem like the curse minds if it takes you out with me,” he replies, “Are you sure you want to help?”

“Don’t be stupid. Of course, I’ll still help,” he says, sliding off Kakashi and standing back up. Obito turns and offers a hand, helping pull him back up. He doesn’t let go of his hand. “For old times’ sake if nothing else, you can count on me,” he insists, and leans forward to press a kiss above the edge of his mask.

One way or another, Kakashi probably isn’t going to survive this. At least the book fell down too.

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raendown · 5 years

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Chapter 193: Minato/Kakashi

It was, of course, an almost ridiculous notion. Minato liked to think that he was smart enough to have noticed something like this a long time ago if it were actually true so clearly it had to be just a figment of his overactive imagination. Sure he had been noticing more and more often how attractive his best friend really was but that didn’t mean they were actually soulmates. Obviously this was just because of that funny dream he’d had a few weeks ago of lying in bed with Kakashi and talking about things he couldn’t even remember now.

Still, he knew he’d never be able to get the issue off his mind unless he disproved it once and for all and there was really no harm in doing a few experiments as long as he didn’t say anything to his friend. There was no need for him to make things weird between them when he knew he had to be wrong. Of course he was wrong.

He started with something simple, skipping the cooldown after his morning training and heading off to see Kakashi while his heart was still racing after so much cardio. It didn’t occur to him until he was subjected to a few pointed questions about the sweat beading on his forehead that he wasn’t sure which way the bond worked. Was his erratic heartbeat supposed to slow down when nearing his calm soulmate or was their heart supposed to speed up until they matched him? Questions he had never bothered to wonder about until he needed to know; he would have to ask Sakumo later about the bond he shared with his wife because today he had no answer one way or the other.

Just in case, he made sure to show up when Kakashi was sure to have his heart racing, arranging himself to be right there when next Gai declared the latest challenge between himself and his rival. Unfortunately that plan ended before it ever truly began when Gai passed the honor of choosing their battlefield to Kakashi, who chose janken. Only the ever excitable Blue Beast himself could manage to get riled up during janken.

Minato went away feeling frustrated, marching himself across the village to stare over the fence of the Hatake family home. He waited until Sakumo turned to look at him with wary curiosity before climbing over and deftly wading his way through the newest litter of puppies.

“I came about your wife,” he said. Then he stopped and flustered his hands through the air. “No I mean you and your wife! Your bond! I wanted to ask about your heartbeats!”

He wilted under his friend’s steady gaze until finally Sakumo cracked a smile and he understood that the man was laughing at him. What a traitor. Minato glared as he snapped his jaw shut to cut off the flow of babble.

“Soulmates, huh?”

“Yeah. I came to ask about some things no one’s ever explained to me.”

“I’d be more than willing to answer any questions you have – but first you’ve got to help me wrangle all these pups back inside. Today was bath day but they should all be dry now and ready to go fall asleep on the rug by the fire place. Does that sound good? Does it sound good?” Partway through speaking Sakumo was, predictably, distracted by a month old pup trailing past his feet and fell back on puppy talk.

Minato smiled happily as he helped wrangle the furry adorable creatures back inside where they could nap and daydream about the battlefield beasts they would someday grow up to be. As promised, they were all very clean and their fur quite soft, a delight to cuddle even though each and every one of them squirmed for their life whenever he tried to pick them up. Even Sakumo seemed to be having some troubles keeping ahold of the little buggers but the two of them were both highly trained shinobi. They weren’t ready to give up quite that easily.

If brute force wouldn’t work there was always some kind of trickery to try.

“You stay out here with them,” Sakumo murmured, leaning close. “I’ll go inside and shake their tin of biscuits. They’ll all come running.”

“Right!”

With this new mission in mind Minato did his best to keep the puppies’ attention while Sakumo slipped away in to the house, leaving the door open behind him. A minute later every pup in the yard froze at the same time with their heads cocked to listen to the distant but enticing sound of treats rattling around in a plastic container. The moment was broken when one of them barked and then a mad rush ensued as they all barreled towards the door in a parade of fur and adorable yips. Minato found himself laughing alone in the backyard in under a minute.

He stopped laughing when he heard an amused hum from up on the rooftop that he knew all too well, spinning around to find Kakashi watching him with his one visible eyebrow lifted. Immediately his heart took off at speeds normally reserved for the Flying Thunder God technique when his body quite literally broke through time and space barriers. Although he wasn’t sure if it was the sudden appearance when he wasn’t expecting Kakashi to be here or being caught just before asking the man’s own father for advice on a possible connection between them, Minato supposed it didn’t matter why his heart was racing. All he cared about was that Kakashi had caused it.

Or that was all he cared about until the moment when he was looking Kakashi dead in the eye and he felt his heart return to a proper steady beat behind his ribs. At the same time he could feel Kakashi’s familiar chakra fluctuate in a way he realized had been happening quite a lot lately, though it was such a small blip that he’d been passing it off as unimportant, and he understood exactly what just happened.

Kakashi had calmed his own suddenly racing heartbeat with chakra. Judging by the utter lack of reaction he didn’t realize why it had been racing but he had felt it and reacted as any paranoid shinobi would to force his body back to normal – and with it he had done the same for Minato.

“You alright there?” his friend called down from the rooftops.

“Huh? Oh, yes. Yes, I…mhm.”

“Really? You don’t sound very sure of that.” Kakashi crouched a little lower on the clay tiles but Minato waved him off, not really wanting to blurt out his discovery here for all the nosy neighbors to hear them shouting.

Luckily he was saved from that by the return of Sakumo, who paused to lean out from under the roof and wave to his son. Then he patted some of the fur off the front his shirt and placed both hands on his hips with an expectant look for the one who had come seeking his council.

“You wanted to ask me a few questions?” he said. Minato let his eyes flicker back to Kakashi only once.

“Ah, no actually. I think I’ve figured most of it out myself just now. But thank you.”

“Oh, alright.” Sakumo blinked with confusion. “If you’re sure? You know you can ask me whatever you want!”

“Yes I’m sure. I just…needed to think about things from a new angle and I can, er, see that angle now.” He bit down on his tongue before he could explain his very bad joke and very carefully did not look up to admire how much floofier Kakashi’s hair looked when viewed from below.

Both of the Hatake men gave him strange looks but Minato only smiled and clasped both hands behind his back. It was good to have the mystery solved after preying on his mind for weeks but now he had something even more important to think about, beans he wasn’t ready to spill until he’d figured this out too.

How to inform a skittish Kakashi that they were soulmates without scaring him away for a month-long panic mission? Now that would need some thinking.

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cyhyr · 3 years

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Summer of Whump Day 12: Death

Fandom: Naruto

Rating: T

Pairing: Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka, pre-relationship.

WC: ~1560

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence; attempted murder staged as suicide

Notes: GDV warning is conservative.

A/N: What are Motives, anyway. I just want to hurt these boys, who cares about Reasons. Also like, I am literally incapable of killing my whumpees BUT I will get them very. very close. And make everyone think they're dead.

Kakashi does everything he can to keep himself steady as he runs on the water, leading the charge into Water territory. The ANBU team following him keep their distance; all except Tenzō, who keeps pace just behind Kakashi’s shoulder.

“We’ll save him, senpai.”

The landmark mentioned in the ransom note is in view as Tenzō says this. Kakashi puts on a burst of speed.

Mist has had Iruka for a fortnight. Maybe they’ll get him back, but gods, in what condition?

“Number One reported Konoha shinobi closing in. The Copy-nin leads them.”

Iruka tries to hold back his wince, but this group has been nothing but honest about their intentions since he arrived in their camp. Spend the weeks they had with him making him wish he were dead, and then, when Konoha finally sends a retrieval team, granting that wish. For days, Iruka has held out hope that he could survive this. Now, his life has a definite endpoint.

Less than an hour.

“Perfect,” their boss says. He looks back at Iruka, along with the rest of the group; their toothy grins send chills down his spine. Iruka hasn’t caught any of their names. They’ve been careful to call each other by numbers, and the numbers seem to change from day to day; this one, though, the one with long, straight, white hair and teeth like a shark, was always boss.

Iruka’s wrists are torn up with rope burn, tied as they are against his lower back. Another length of rope leads from a meter-high post to a crude leather collar, tagged and sealed around his neck. If his hands were free, he could undo the seal on the collar with ease; without the tags around his neck, he could have fought back enough to eventually free his hands. Together, Iruka couldn’t rig a way out of the situation. The rope from the collar gives him enough slack to lay down if he needs to rest, but the Mist nin have never untied his wrists after the first time they made that mistake.

There had been seven of them, originally. Iruka is proud of the fact that there’s only five, a fortnight later; sealed and bound, they hadn’t thought he would be a threat.

Now, though, with minutes ticking down, Iruka had to find some other way to get out.

The Boss towers over him, and commands over his shoulder, “Tanto.” He holds out his hand while one of the lackeys (Three, today; yesterday, he was One—there doesn’t seem to be a pattern Iruka can figure out) places a sheathed tanto into his palm.

Iruka swallows his fear and speaks through it. “So, what? After all this, you’re just going to stab me? That’s how you grant the great wish of death for your captives?”

“Oh, this isn’t for you,” the Boss says. He makes a show of unsheathing the tanto, letting it gleam in the light from the gas lamps. Shrugging, nonchalant, he continues, “Well, I suppose in a way, it is. But really, it’s for Hatake.”

Iruka says nothing, waiting for the rest of the monologue.

“Boss, how’re we gonna get him to do it? It’s not like—”

“Shut up, Two.” The boss steps closer to Iruka, goes on one knee so they’re the same height, and says, “Listen, you can either do this yourself, or we can do it for you and stage it.”

Iruka shakes his head slowly. “I don’t—”

“You’ve been denying it the whole time, but we know you and Hatake are involved.” He sneers, “Lovers, even.”

“We’re not.” The denial comes quick and easy because it’s true. They hadn’t… Kakashi hasn’t even asked him out yet. They’re still dancing around each other, flirting and testing the waters.

“Yeah, yeah,” the Boss waves him off. “So anyway. Hatake’s father committed seppuku. Imagine what it’ll do to him to see his lover gone the same way.” He casually swings the tanto toward Iruka’s neck, then drags it over his chest and down to his navel.

“It will destroy him,” Iruka whispers, knowing that the Boss wants a response and finding himself incapable of keeping the horror inside.

“And the greatest weapon Konohagakure has ever cultivated will snap,” the Boss snapped the fingers on his free hand for emphasis, “just like that. Moving in and stealing the secrets and remaining strengths of Konoha will be a breeze with Hatake off the roster.”

“I won’t help you do this,” Iruka shakes his head. “Stage it all you want, but I will not go along quietly.”

"Suit yourself," the boss says, and slides the tanto into Iruka's belly, holding his shoulder with the other hand.

Iruka gasps, grunts; blood works its way up his throat and he coughs it out into the Boss’s neck. His arms tense behind him like he could fight back if only—but then the bastard drags the tanto up through organs and tissue to settle just underneath his ribcage.

He cries out. Blood stains his lap and the collar bites into his neck as he tries to lean forward and curl around the wound. Number Four cuts the bonds on his wrists and safely disarms the tags, pocketing them.

They leave the collar on him, but untie it from the post.

The Boss takes his hands and places one below the guard of the tanto, the other he lets Iruka cup around the blade. The wound is so large.

His pulse is fluttering behind his eyes.

They let him fall to the side, clutching the tanto. They cheer as they run away, regarding each other with a job well done.

I have to hold on, Iruka thinks, desperate to stay awake while blood loss and his weakening blood pressure pull him down into death. If nothing else, Kakashi needs to know I didn’t do this to myself…

As per instructions, the team plus Kakashi waits by the landmark for ten minutes. The second the tenth minute passes, Kakashi is on the move again, following his nose to the overwhelming smell of blood he’s praying isn’t Iruka’s. Tenzō is beside him again, and he knows he’s worrying the team but he can’t—

“Senpai, wait. Let me go first.”

“No.”

Kakashi pushes through the door they’ve found, and the smell punches him and makes him tense. But across the room is a post, and between him and it is a large table, and just at the edge of the table he can see a pair of bare feet tucked together.

He vaults the table and is beside Iruka’s body before he realizes it. And gods, did Iruka know he fell in the same position as Sakumo or was it staged to—

“...Ka..ka—?”

“MEDIC!”

The ANBU medic flashes to them, immediately beginning their mystical palm jutsu. The green light fills the space, and Kakashi lets himself relax just a bit.

He shifts so he’s at Iruka’s head, sees an ugly brown leather collar tight on his neck, and gently pulls on the buckle so he can slip it off. Iruka sighs when it’s gone; Kakashi throws it across the room, satisfied with the thunk it makes when it hits the opposite wall.

“Kakashi-san,” the medic, Otter, calls for him, “I can stabilize him, but we need to get back to Konoha with haste. He’ll need surgery to prevent long-term damage.”

“Then we move,” Kakashi says.

“I need to remove the tanto and heal that as much as possible first,” they continue.

“Also, we have the additional orders to remove the threat that took Iruka-sensei in the first place,” Rat says. He continues, “Cat and I can do that while you and Otter take care of the sensei.”

“That sounds—”

“There’s five of ‘em left,” Iruka grits.

Kakashi hushes him, putting a hand on his cheek. “Please, sensei, save your strength. Otter can fix you, but not if you keep making a bigger mess for them.”

“I—”

Iruka passes out and doesn’t finish. Kakashi leans in and listens, but his pulse is fluttering and he’s still breathing, so he sighs and sits back.

He looks up at Tenzō, who clearly doesn’t want to leave him, and says, “Your team, your call, Cat. Just keep Iruka from dying for now and I’ll follow you.”

Tenzō nods. He addresses the team, “Rat and I will pursue. Otter and Kakashi will begin the trek back to Konoha, with the priority of keeping Iruka-sensei alive and getting back as soon as possible.”

There are nods of agreement, and then the team breaks in half.

Hours later, they’re out of Water country and Kakashi is holding Iruka against his chest in front of the banked fire. Otter is resting across the way, having spent much of their chakra between travel and healing today.

Iruka stirs. Kakashi holds him tighter, and when Iruka murmurs, “Water,” he’s quick to uncap his canteen and press it gently to Iruka’s lips.

“I thought I’d lost you,” Kakashi breathes against Iruka’s temple.

Iruka finishes the mouthful of water. “I couldn’t let them—they wanted you to believe that I…”

“For a moment, I almost did.” Kakashi pulls Iruka ever closer. “You wouldn’t, though.”

“Never,” Iruka murmurs. He’s on his way back to unconsciousness. He rests his temple on Kakashi’s collarbone, presses his nose into Kakashi’s neck, and says, “Won’t ever hurt you. ‘Specially not like that.”

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depressedkakashihatake · 5 years

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Gravestone

Rain pounded down on his head, Soaking his hair and cloths. He had searched the entire village for Kakashi, worried when he had gone to the Hatake home to find the child was gone. He had asked around, but no one knew where the boy was. No one even seemed to care.

He knew the village didn’t care about others, they never had. Why would that change now? Still, it annoyed him. This was a 6-year-old boy who’s father had just committed suicide. Why was no one worried? Why was he the only one looking?

He stopped beside the bushes, looking out towards the hidden spot where Kakashi had convinced Minato to help him bury his father. No one else had been willing to do anything. He had already heard all the judgements, all the harsh words. No one cared about how Sakumo’s son was handling what had happened earlier that week, they only cared to bad mouth a man shamed into committing suicide.

The gravestone was small, Sakumo’s name written in stone with jagged words. There was no memorial, no kind words. Just his name. He imagined it was what his own grave would look like one day, another failure of the leaf village. Another forgotten shinobi.

Kakashi was barely visible, but he could see the silver of his hair peeking out from under a small blanket. He could only imagine what the child was going through. What seeing his fathers’ body had done to him? What it had been like having to listen to people bad mouth Sakumo, even after his death.

He stepped up to the boy’s side cautiously, not wanting to spoke him. Even at 6-years-old, Kakashi could beat the crap out of him. He checked the boy’s pulse first, his worry for the child’s health still flaring up. He had been on a mission when it had all happened, but as soon as he got home, he had gone out to find Kakashi. No one should be alone after such loss.

He was just glad he had been able to get Gai to bed before he left the house.

“Come on.” He carefully wedged his hands under the child’s body, nudging him with his fingers until he finally rolled over into his arm, still sound asleep and shivering as the rain continued to fall on them. Taking him to his father’s home wasn’t an option, Kakashi would likely wake up and flee as soon as he realized where he was.

He’d have to give up his bed for the night, but that wasn’t a problem. Kakashi would sleep better in a warm bed, and they could visit Sakumo in the morning. He could say his own goodbyes to his friend, the friend he never got to see off. The friend he never thought would end up in a lone grave, far away from all the others.

The friend whose son he had promised to protect if anything ever happened.

He looked over at the grave once more, holding Kakashi close to his chest as the boy shivered in his arms. “We’ll be back.” A soft promise before he headed back towards his own house.

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Minato had searched franticlly through the entire village, hoping to find any sign of Kakashi after the funeral had finished.

So far, he had found nothing. Some days he wondered how Kakashi had become so good at hiding, but he didn’t really need an answer for that. Kakashi was a loner, he didn’t like being around people. The funeral had probably been hard on him for multiple reasons, not just because it was a reminder of Obito’s death. A reminder of a failure Kakashi still held himself responsible for, no matter what Minato, Kushina and Rin told him.

The funeral had also been loud afterwards, with so many people talking and telling stories of those that they had lost. It must have been over whelming for Kakashi. He had always been so sensitive to noise.

“Father…” His head snapped up. That was Kakashi’s voice, But he wasn’t anywhere near the graves. He was in a secluded part of the village. A part where no one was buried.

No one except Sakumo.

He kicked himself mentally. He should have remembered to check Sakumo’s grave, he had been the one to help Kakashi bury his father. The only one who had been willing to help after the man’s disgrace.

It was a small walk towards the area where he remembered burying the other Shinobi, and as soon as he walked past the few bushes hiding the small grave from sight, he could see where Kakashi had sat himself down in front of the grave.

His heart ached when he saw the pre-teen sitting on his knees in front of the grave, his hands curled painfully into the fabric of his pants and his head bowed in front of the gravestone. How long had he been sitting there while Minato searched for him?

“I’m sorry…” The words are soft, but Minato can hear the hurt in them. A hurt he hadn’t hurt since the day Kakashi had run up to him in the middle of the village and begged him, a man who he had never met, to help him bury his father. To help him at least give his father something, anything for a grave. “I’m sorry I was angry, I’m sorry…”

He was by Kakashi’s side in an instant, catching him in his arms as he curled forward. Kakashi didn’t bother to look up at him, or to say anything. He seemed to know who it was though, because he instantly relaxed into his sensei’s arms.

“It’s ok…” He knows the words mean little to Kakashi, nothing is ok. Nothing had been ok since a six-year-old had been forced to bury his own father. Nothing would ever be ok again, but for now, for just one moment, he could pretend.

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He laid beside his father’s grave, unable to say anything as his eyes focused on the words carved out in stone. What was he supposed to say? What was he supposed to tell a hero, a man who died believing he was doing the right thing by forgoing his mission and saving his friends?

How could he ever hope to match up to his father, when he was nothing more than a friend killer. A man who had seen his own hand go through his teammate, who had felt the sticky blood of someone he was meant to protect. Someone he was supposed to keep safe.

Was there anything he could say? Any way he could apologize for failing his friends and father like this?

“Go away…” He hadn’t heard movement behind him, but he knew that Gai was standing there ready to comfort him. He didn’t deserve comforting though. He didn’t deserve attention, or love.

He didn’t deserve anything.

“You know I’m not leaving.” It’s a fact, Gai never listened to him when he told him to leave. When he said he wanted to be alone. Gai had always been there by his side, pushing him for competitions and trying his best to cheer him up when he noticed that he was down.

He couldn’t cheer up though. How was he supposed to when he could still feel the blood on his hands? How was he ever supposed to believe he was worthy of anyone’s attention when he had been the one to murder Rin?

Still, he didn’t bother to argue. There was no point. He simply kept his eyes on the gravestone and stayed silent, listening to the soft footsteps behind him as Gai found his spot and sat down, intent on waiting for his friend to tell him when they were going to leave.

They sat in silence for a while, neither of them saying anything. Neither of them being able to come up with the right words to say.

Gai, as always, was the first to break the silence.

“You don’t owe him an apology.” He closed his eyes. Gai was wrong, he was always wrong. He owed his father so much, he had been so stupid. So careless. How could he not owe him an apology? “You know he wouldn’t be angry with you.”

“He should be!” He finally snapped, curling up into himself and bringing a hand up into his hair. It hurt, it always hurt. Why couldn’t he stop hurting for just a bit? Why did the universe insist on reopening his wound? On keeping the pain fresh and new. “I killed her! I killed my teammate and he should hate me! He should hate everything I am, everything I’ve become!”

He didn’t bother to pull away when Gai reached out and put a hand on his shoulder. He couldn’t. Gai was the only one other than Minato Sensei who didn’t believe the rumors. Who didn’t call him ‘cold blooded Kakashi’.

He wasn’t cold blooded; his heart wasn’t made of stone. Every fiber in his body felt like it was on fire and he hurt constantly, but he was a shinobi. He had to act like he was alright, like nothing affected him.

He hated it.

“He’d never hate you.” The words are soft, and for the first time in days he wants nothing more than to curl up into someone and cry. To stop acting like the tough Shinobi, to stop being the Cold-blooded killer everyone thought he was.

He couldn’t move though; it hurts to much. Everything hurt too much.

His eyes focused on the gravestone once more, tracing over the words that he had carved into it with his own weapon. The name he had always thought he would see a memorial stone along with others. The name of a hero.

He wasn’t sure how long they sat there; he had lost track of time long ago. All he remembered was the moment that Gai had finally gotten to his feet and picked Kakashi up in his arms. He made no protests, there was no point. If Gai had decided it was time for them to go home, he didn’t get a say in the matter.

He’d visit again tomorrow. Maybe then he could finally apologize.

Maybe then he could find a way to make it up to his father.

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The bushes Rustled, signaling Kakashi’s arrival. Gai looked over at his friend from the gravestone, a soft smile on his face when he saw the Jonin standing there in silence. He knew he would come here; he always did.

“Waiting for me?” Kakashi’s voice is weak, sorrow dripping through his words as he stood there with his hands by his side and sadness in his eyes.

“Always” Gai smiled up at him, watching as he slowly made his way over to his side and took a seat beside him. His eyes immediately searched out the name on the gravestone, reading it repeatedly as his entire body slouched.

“When does it stop?” He had never heard Kakashi ask anyone that question before, maybe because he had always thought he needed to be the strong shinobi. The unbendable and unbreakable.

Slowly, their eyes met, and Gai could see the pain deep inside. Kakashi was tired, he had been for years. He was tired of the pain, tired of the loss. Even Gai had to wonder some days how much more the universe planned on taking from the other man. Hadn’t he lost enough already?

“I don’t know.” It’s a poor answer, but the only one he can come up with. He had no idea when any of it ended. The war, the death, the struggles. There was no foreseeable future without any of it, but he knew Kakashi had lost more than enough already. He didn’t need to go through this pain anymore. “but I do know one thing.”

“And what’s that?” he smiled his usual smile and reached out to slap Kakashi in the shoulder.

“I know that your father would be proud” He said softly “that he’d be glad you stayed on your path after everything, that you continued to fight for the leaf.”

Kakashi instinctively reached up to touch the symbol on his head band “I don’t fight for the leaf.” A soft admission, something he likely wouldn’t dare to tell anyone else. If he did, he’d be shamed just as his father had been.

“Well,” Gai thought about it for a moment “then you have to fight for something. If you lost all purpose you would have…” he choked on the words. He never wanted to think about attending Kakashi’s funeral. Of having to bury his best friend and say goodbye.

The thought made him ill.

“I fight for him.” He looked back over at the other man, smiling when he noticed that Kakashi had turned his attention back to the gravestone in front of them “I fight for the village he had wanted to protect, for the ideals he wanted to nourish and grow.”

“An honourable reason to fight” he smiled, his breath catching in his lungs when Kakashi looked back over at him.

“And you…” the words are soft, almost too soft. If Gai hadn’t been paying attention he might have missed them entirely.

“You…” he blinked, shocked by Kakashi’s confession. “For me?”

“You and Minato Sensai were the only one’s who cared.” It’s not far from the truth, but Gai is sure he could list others who have shown their worry and care for Kakashi over the years. “You’re the only one’s who stayed with me no matter what, who tried to help me. I fight for my father’s ideal Village, and I fight for the village that will one day look at you and see the amazing ninja you are.”

He reached out slowly, laying a hand on Kakashi’s shoulder for comfort and grunting when the other Ninja finally collapsed into him. He didn’t say anything, wrapping his arms around the other man even as he felt the tears staining his spandex. There was nothing to say, not right now at least.

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