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nikkigrand · 7 years

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Summary: Tsunade thinks Sakura needs to relax, and everyone knows the best stress reliever. Need she say it out loud? Thankfully, there's this stupid mission from Jiraiya's slice of heaven and who better to send than Sakura? And, well, Team 7.

"What do you mean the actress doesn't want to star in the film anymore! And what do you mean you won't pay us if I don't fill in! This is porn!"

Rating: M

Pairing: Sakura/Team7

[Part 1]

If there was one thing the ninja of Konoha were universally aware of, it was that gossip traveled fast. In the amount of time it took for a person to whisper in another’s ear, a certain blonde kunoichi was already gossiping to her pink haired friend about what she’d heard, and said cotton candy haired female would then casually tell her other loud mouthed blonde best friend over ramen, who would move on to scream it from the top of the Hokage mountain for all the world to hear.

So it was really no surprise when Kakashi (and Genma, and Raido, and Kotetsu, and Ebisu) came crashing through all of the windows in Tsunade’s office to beg her for the mission scroll containing the details to the A-ranked escort mission. Normally, shinobi avoided escort missions like the plague; they were more often than not uneventful, and most shinobi hated catering to snobby little lords and ladies. However, these missions were vital to the village’s prosperity, and Tsunade didn’t give a flying rat’s ass if her ninja didn’t want to go on those types of escort missions—they were going.

And if they thought they had a choice…well, she’d simply punt them through five layers of sedimentary rock for just thinking they did. Besides, the Elemental Nations were in a time of relative peace, so escort missions were essentially Jonin pay for a Genin task. She couldn’t fathom why anyone would turn down easy money, but these younger generations were different.

Tsunade’s honey eyes scanned each and every pleading eyeball (Kakashi’s best impression of his summons was in full effect, that brat), then narrowed at Ebisu’s pleading hands, Genma’s trembling lower lip, and the other two’s ridiculous glossy eyed supplicating stares with their hands clasped behind their backs.

Very different, indeed.

“What the hell do you idiots want?” She crossed her hands over her generous chest as she leaned back in her chair, watching with ill-concealed amusement as each man stumbled over each other in an attempt to speak first.

She, of course, already knew what they wanted from her—she wasn’t elected as the Godaime Hokage solely for her fists of fury, y’know—but the day had been an absolute bore and Shizune had hidden her sake again.

Also, Naruto was very loud.

“Tsunade-sama—er, Hokage-sama!” Genma gasped from where he was being held under Kakashi’s armpit, “I hear you have an escort mission for, like, right away, and, y’know I just so happen to be free—“

His sentence was cut off with a choke as Kakashi’s arm tightened around his neck, and the latter man sent her that annoying eye-smile of his.

“Maa, Tsunade-sama,” God, his voice was so sickeningly sweet. What happened to that pole-assed brat she met over 20 years ago? She missed him. “Genma here is actually very busy spreading his germs around the village—“

“Hey!”

“Therefore, he can’t go.”

Tsunade raised a finely shaped blonde brow. “Is that so?”

Kakashi nodded sagely, and by the slight tensing of the muscles of his forearm and Genma’s reddening face, he’s determined to either strangle the poor man or make him pass out.

“Yes, Tsunade-sama,” he replied smoothly, voice falsely sympathetic, “It’s a shame really. Genma here,” Genma who was digging his nails into Kakashi’s arm and practically wheezing, “is a fine ninja. I, however, am readily available. Every day. Specifically, on those mission dates.”

“Kakashi,” Tsunade snapped, her fingers itching to reach for the paperweight on top of her mountain of paperwork, “Let go of Shiranui or you’re definitely not going.”

He let go of Genma instantly and took a large step away from him, his hands held by his sides, and shrugged helplessly at his friend’s somewhat betrayed glare.

And to think all of this was for porn.

Before the other three man-children in her office started pleading their cases, Tsunade pulled out five random mission scrolls from the APPROVED drawer in her desk and placed them in front of her. One of them had the details to that ridiculous A-ranked mission and the others were basic escort or courier missions.

She didn’t particularly care who went on the damned mission, she just wanted the buffoonery to end. Hell, if the mission wasn’t for personnel strictly over the age of 18, she’d have already sent a team of freshly minted Genin on it for mission experience—it was that easy.

And, if it didn’t pay so damn much, she would have sent it back to the pits of Hell from whence it came.

Gesturing towards the five scrolls before her, Tsunade had each man choose one. They were uniform on the outside, so no one—not even she—knew what scroll contained the mission. It was fair, undebatable, and hopefully they’d leave her alone.

But if Raido’s disappointed face was anything to go by, she was about to be subjected to many man-tears within the next ten minutes. She heard a sniffle come from Ebisu and she braced herself; men crying over porn was never pretty and she had Jiraiya to thank for those experiences. Genma groaned as his eyes scanned the details of his scroll, while Izumo merely sighed.

The only person who was conspicuously devoid of a reaction was Kakashi.

The man calmly placed his scroll inside his hip pouch, patted it once, and then pulled out his ever-present smut novel to bury his nose in it. Well? What did his scroll say? If she were to go by how much his current attitude juxtaposed the one he had when he first crashed into her office, she’d say that he didn’t get the scroll either—but she knew better. The other shinobi in the room stared at him curiously, and Tsunade sighed. Hokages help her, the man was a pain in the ass.

“Hatake,” she deadpanned, exasperated at the fact that she had to ask the obvious question, and grit her teeth when the man hummed in response. She was going to ban those goddamn books and movies from her village after this, Jiraiya’s legacy be damned. “Do you have the scroll?”

“Oh,” Kakashi intoned, sparing her a brief glance from over his book, “yes, I do.”

Tsunade nearly groaned—professionalism and appearances be damned—but instead reached for the necessary paperwork she needed to fill out stating he was undertaking the mission. The faster she briefed him on his task, the faster he’d be out of her hair with his annoying flippancy.

“Then I trust you understand the parameters of this mission, all the necessary risks, and coverable expenses,” the usual mission briefing drivel was said offhandedly as she neatly scribbled his name on the forms, “This is a two-man mission, and I expect you to work with your partner cohesively and effectively.”

“Ah, yes, Tsunade-sama,” Oh, so now the brat wanted to respect her, how convenient, “The scroll did mention a two-man team.”

Tsunade observed him expectantly because she had just said that it was a two-man mission, but Kakashi was not one for meaningless reiteration.

“So,” the silver headed man jerked a thumb at Genma, “I volunteer this snazzy ol’ shinobi right here as my mission partner.”

Genma gasped and placed a hand over his heart, his lower lip quivering slightly, “Bro…”

The boy thought he could choose? Oh, how precious.

“No.” Tsunade flatly replied as she went back to filling in the blanks in the forms. God, she hated paperwork. At this rate, she’d die of carpel tunnel or something equally as pathetic—like being bored to death. She, the Senju Tsunade, one-third of the Legendary Three, dead at the hands of a papercut—imagine that?

The blonde headed woman ignored the other three’s sniggers as Genma and Kakashi fired off rapid reasons as to why they should be partnered up on this mockery of a mission in favor of neatly writing the characters to his partner’s name. She supposed that she should ask the other party if they’d be willing to go on the mission, but she was the Hokage—she can do whatever she wants.

Gathering the forms together and stamping them with her official seal, Tsunade was pleased with her choice. The girl needed a vacation—she was driving her crazy.

Tsunade-shishou, what is your opinion on the Uchiha clan’s ocular degeneration?

Tsunade-shishou! I refined your super-strength technique!

Tsunade-shishou! I’m in the process of reforming all of the new medics’ training curriculum and then rearranging their training jackets in alphabetical order!

Therefore, when Sakura said, “I don’t need a vacation, Tsunade-shishou! I love my job!”

Tsunade heard, “Tsunade-shishou, I’m totally and completely overworked but I just can’t stay away from the hospital or the training grounds! Please send me on a vacation!

Sakura was a great kunoichi and medic-nin, but the girl didn’t know how to stop. That type of dedication and work ethic was great during wartime, but they had been in a wonderful state of peace for a long time now. There was no reason why she couldn’t take a vacation, relax, and maybe get laid for once.

God, the girl needed a good romp in the sack—maybe that way she’d spend most of her time in bed than tending to others in theirs. Their sick beds, that is.

What better way to awaken that long dormant libido than by sending her to the set of a porno and the subsequent premier?

Tsunade smirked as she felt the subject of her thoughts making her way rapidly towards her office. Speak of the devil and she shall appear, right? The girl had an uncanny way of knowing when people were talking about her.

But then Tsunade realized that it was Sakura’s turn to handle the mission archives that week and her nostrils flared. The doors to her office opened and a pastel pink head peered from around a large stack of paperwork with a breathless grin.

“Tsunade-shishou!” Don’t say it, Sakura, don’t you dare, “I’ve got some forms for you to fill out for the genin participating in Sand’s chunnin exams this year! Then I have those statements, regarding that incident where the guard was caught—ahem—engaging in coitus while he was supposed to be manning the walls, that you need to read and sign. Oh! And the council has also sent you the files to every ANBU member to review for promotion.”

If Tsunade were allowed to quit, she’d quit. But instead, she points at Sakura as the rosette places the stack of papers on her desk and says, “Sakura, you’re going on a mission.”

Then she points at Kakashi, “Kakashi, Sakura is your mission partner.”

“What.” Both deadpan, but Tsunade is already throwing a voucher containing their mission stipend at their heads.

“Kakashi, fill Sakura in on the mission details,” she directs as both stare at her with wide eyes—Sakura more so than Kakashi—and quickly loses her patience when they open their mouths to question her.

“You’re dismissed, all of you!”

They all snap to attention at her bark and, in unison, formally bow to her before turning and leaving her office. Sakura spares a look back, but quickly shuffles out when Tsunade hurls her paperweight at her head.

The blonde eases back into her plush chair with a sigh while rubbing her temples, stopping mid-motion as an errant breeze drifts through the destroyed windows and scatters most of the paperwork on her desk around the room.

“You there!” She barks at the ANBU guard stationed at her door and he snaps to attention, “Find someone to fix these goddamn windows!”

“Hai, Hokage-sama!”

tbc

#my fic #kakasaku #sasusaku #narusaku #team7/sakura #ot4

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konohagakurekakashi · 2 months

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Detective Verse - #Blind Incandescence

[Text - 12:44 pm]: Can you NOT focus on the formatting and actually work on FINISHING your reports for ONCE?

She isn't mentioning how they are actually HER reports that he is being made to type.

[Text - 12:46pm]: Yare, yare...and here I thought to provide some striking, visual stimulation in a drab, corporate environment.

[Text - 12:47pm]: Also, can these really be considered as /my/ reports, Tsunade-sama?

He highly doubts this, seeing as he's always been more of a coffee-ring-napkin kind of guy.

#Hatake Kakashi [The Scarecrow]#Senju Tsunade [Godaime Sake-sama]#konohagakurekakashi #senjutsunade #v: blindincandescence #detective verse

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konohagakurekakashi · 2 years

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Headcanons:

[Hatake Kakashi & Senju Tsunade] 🍶

1.) Kakashi is an excellent gambler seeing as he's good at recognising patterns and counting cards (his shelves of Icha Icha lottery winnings was definitely not a result of dipping into his own pockets, please). To showcase his gambling talent; he once while on a mission with Team Minato, won back all of Tsunade's losses, as well as their meal and board for the night.

2.) Kakashi has taken out more than his fair share of loan sharks while being of Jōnin rank....the largest wave coming right after the inauguration ceremony of the Fifth. It was one of his and Gai's challenges at one point to see who could 'halt the track' of desprate yakuza past the outer rims of the village in the most creative ways possible.

3.) It was due to the fact that Kakashi once won back her Ryō, served as a shield from the Senju's IOUs and his willingness to often point out Shizune’s sake hiding spots with a single, dull gaze about her office; that he still has all of his limbs in tact, despite his knack for pushing all of the wrong buttons and reading sappy, romance novels in public.

4.) A lot of Tsunade's soldiers are scared of her brute strength and her altering emotions (as they should be), yet it also has the effect of people rarely being honest with her or providing her with their opinions/concerns; Konoha-nin choosing instead to give her the answers they think she wants to hear. This has never been a problem with Kakashi. I mean, let's be honest, self-preservation has never been a Hatake virtue. In contrast to his comrades he always manages to provide her with the cold, hard truth even at the expense of a pen to the forehead.

5.) With that said Kakashi rarely bothers to move out of the way of her flying projectiles...even though they both know that he could avoid the collision without hassle--resulting in many an ink stain on his flak jacket and a broken nose due to an eraser-made-bullet. He only draws the line when stationary morphs into tables and (formerly built-in) book cases. He still has a few things to mark off of his bucket list.

6.) Tsunade is one of the few (still living) that has seen Kakashi without his mask. Mainly due to the fact that she is the only one able to successfully stampede over his terrible bedside manner to do some actual healing. Moreso he only ever attended his annual physicals when Tsunade was in the village. No he didn't have a choice.

7.) He makes a show of sassing her pertaining his workload and nitpicks about unnecessary details... But really... She is probably the Kunōichi he has the utmost respect for and would probably down a vat of vinegar if she deemed it necessary for his health or his village.

8.) Kakashi once had to borrow one of Tsunade's tops.... Unfortunate but necessary at the time, since he was half-way in the shower when the village alarms blarred a state of emergency. He remembered his mask, pants and weapon's pouch... Yet his standard blue shirt lay forgotten in a pile on his bathroom floor---along with his dignity. When Tenzo refused to be the better man and provide him with his own... Kakashi had no choice but to turn his imploring gaze on his Hokage and really she was the one who insisted he cover his chest in the first place.

9.) Pilfering the hospital stock cupboard once resulted in the Hatake being forced to sign up for a series of Tsunade's medicinal tea trials. He honestly doesn't know what he did to warrant constant punishment in his past life, but somehow he manages to make due. Luckily the woman is a true master in her field, with the sickly, sweet scented brews leading to nothing worse than a rash in the shape of a hand fan and a month of everything tasting like watermelon, except for watermelon itself. Again there are worse things to be saddled with in the Elemental Nations.

10.) Kakashi knows how Tsunade takes her tea, that she likes her drinks cold and what flavour dumplings she prefers and had to use said knowledge on numerous occassions to avoid rewriting (and resubmitting, urgh long, boring shinobi queues) a mission report or two.

#konohagakurekakashi #Headcanons #So this blog had a Birthday #Have two headcanons for each year of my Kashi's existence #Hip Hip Hooray #Hatake Kakashi #Senju Tsunade #Naruto Headcanons #Hatake Kakashi [The Scarecrow]#Senju Tsunade [Godaime Sake-sama]

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konohagakurekakashi · 3 years

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||v: BlindIncandescence|| [Text 11:32] There is a dog in my seat.... | [Text 11:32] In. My. Seat. | [Text 11:33] HATAKE GET THIS CREATURE OUT OF MY BUILDING NOW!

[Text 11:36] https://www.lifelearn.com/2018/06/22/advantages-dog-friendly-workplace/

Take your dog to work day is an annual event that was created by Pet Sitters International (PSI) in 1999 to celebrate companionship with dogs and to encourage non-pet owners to adopt a furry friend of their own. For most people, having dogs in the workplace seems like something out of a dream. These days, however, more and more offices are going to the dogs. While it’s not always feasible due to allergies or regulatory concerns, companies have come to realize the many benefits of adopting a dog-friendly workplace. Here are 8 advantages of a dog-friendly workplace:-

1. Office dogs help reduce employee stress;

2. Dogs boost office morale;

3. Dog-friendly workplaces promote productivity;

4. Office pups help improve communication;

5. Dogs encourage a healthier office lifestyle;

6. Dog friendly offices, improve employee retention;

7. Dog-friendly workplaces appear more attractive to prospective employees;

8. Office dogs get socialized, rather than being left home alone.

Bonus: No office scraps. Thus no ant armies.

~End of shared article.~

[Text 11:40] Pakkun isn't just a dog Tsunade-sama. Scientists call him 'incentive'.

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#konohagakurekakashi #Verse: Blind Incandescence #detective verse #Hatake Kakashi [The Scarecrow]#Senju Tsunade [Godaime Sake-sama]#Hatake Kakashi #Senju Tsunade #Honourable Mention: Pakkun and his stress-relieving puppy paws

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konohagakurekakashi · 4 years

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Rinne-Whoops (Who Died and Brought you Back out)

Thread continued from here.

All things considered Kakashi thought that the Yamanaka Clan Head was taking the whole, “living-dead” situation and his half-assed theories rather well, if the flicker within the man’s narrowed, emerald hues and the incredulous bowing of his brows could be considered as such. At this point in time Kakashi was opting for a “glass half-full” standpoint, seeing as he has yet to be carted off to the Hidden Leaf’s Performance and Psychological Evaluation Unit or at the very least, the tent that now served its function. At the Yamanaka’s cautious query the Copy-nin managed a hum dipped in a confirmative tone and a nod of his head; his calloused digits releasing the curtains to settle back within the nadirs of his pockets.

“Hai…I’m sure. Should death occasioned the sudden dullness of my senses however, I made a Raitōn clone to cover my…or should I say our…tracks...” After amending his sentence, his stare found the slumbering lump on the Futōn once more, before said gaze flickered up at the creak of cedar, the sliding doors giving way to reveal a sheepish Ino.

Kakashi appreciated the way the kunōichi warned them both of her presence, before physically ‘alerting’ them, despite being off the clock and within her own home. Her clever foresight (while wholly unaware of the seriousness of the situation) a tell of how much the girl has matured since her Chūnin Exam match against Sakura. ‘Kami was that really so long ago?’ Somehow Kakashi felt ancient despite only being in his twenties, another confirmative hum leaving his throat at Inōichi’s pointed glance, before following it up with a friendly eye-crinkle for Ino’s benefit.

Should he be honest Kakashi doubted that he would be able to stomach tea or the awkward small talk that usually followed it (especially if the tea-sipping event would only involve Tsubaki-san; a retired Kunōichi he’s only ever greeted over a tinned-tomato shelf and her daughter) but Kakashi already breached their doorstep with enough trouble to incite a civil war upon the upcoming war against S-ranked terrorists; he couldn’t very well deject Inōichi’s words and hospitality after requesting his help--not when the tea leaves were already steeped. Kakashi liked to believe that he had some sense of decorum, regardless of what his kids believed.

Plus the glimmer of disappointment evident within Ino’s teal gaze once it was clear that her father would not be joining them, was nothing sort of a B-rank Genjutsu and really, Kakashi did NOT want to add to /that/--Notwithstanding the fact that thinking about his Raitōn clone flared his worry anew. Maa, he supposed that it was a good thing that it was still active and has yet to be dispelled. ‘Glass Half-full mentality and all that’. As soon as the door slid shut once more, Kakashi exhaled through his nose, fingers twitching within his pockets.

“Iie…Your loyalty was never in question, Inōichi-san.” He knew from both the Sandaime, Yondaime and Godaime’s affirmations that few were as loyal as those who formed part of the Ino-Shika-Cho trio; but with the Godaime indisposed and the winds of change tugging at the Hashirama branches, Kakashi just didn’t want to risk putting them in a position where they would have to put old allegiances, before new ones. He didn’t want to force them into a position where a warmonger might brand them traitor for doing a good, solid thing. Yet, Kakashi didn’t voice this. Instead he gifted the elder Yamanaka with the same lazy eye-crinkle he awarded his daughter but a few beats prior. He had no other choice. “…I know you’ll do whatever you can to help sensei…So Gambatte ne...Inoichi-san.” Kakashi then ambled towards the study door without any further input, closing the study door behind him with an audible ‘click’.

He would just have to have faith that Shikaku would manage to ward off Danzo’s ‘grabbing motions’ for the Hokage hat and win Tsunade-sama more recovery time via his infamous logic and hereditary Nara deadpan. ‘Glass half-full. Glass half-full’. Incongruously so, his positive mantra shrivelled and died (a quick, embarrassing death) as soon as the Hatake stepped over the threshold into Tsubaki’s kitchen, the vortex of scents and the intensity of her welcoming grin giving the Jōnin pause; afore the matriarch lunged at him with a speed that could rival one of Gai’s whirlwind kicks, then warm hands tightened to haul him into the direction of an expertly set table; a flurry of questions (all involving girlfriends and future, marriage prospects) accompanying each tug at his elbow. ‘Glass half-full? Glass half-full? What Hogwash.’

Viewpoint ☼ skippety ☼ skip ☼ skip ☼

Within the Akimichi compound, Akimichi Chōza was in the midst of simmering a mixture of flour and cooking fat in the hopes of making a thick roux, one of the main ingredients for his clan’s yellow, curry pills. The house was quiet, save for the steady bubble of the lard and the creak of the floorboards each time he moved or adjusted his weight. The lack of bustle was due to the fact that Chōji and Shikaku’s kid were having dinner with Kurenai and his dear wife was still out with her friends from the Haha Rengōgun; the ladies opting in taking turns since the Pein Attack™ to scrunch up and serve meals for those confined to the make-shift, tent barracks. Chōza didn’t mind the stillness while he was working however, the calm from his usually brash household affording him the ability to reflect. Bulky, calloused fingers coiled about a handful of beet chips, whilst the other hand focussed on stirring the roux, swift crunches joining the creak of wood and the bubble-gurgle of fat.

Like most Shinobi of his rank, the Clan Head’s thoughts wandered towards the Fire Capital and like all of the other Jōnin said thought was followed by a deep, weary sigh. He had the utmost faith in Shikaku and would gladly walk into an active volcano to be roasted like a seasoned, pork belly, if the action was penned in one of the Nara’s strategies for the betterment of the Leaf. But the Akimichi also knew Danzō and was one of the few present outside of Tsunade-sama’s tent when the war-hawk started to cajole the other members in the Go-Ikenban into leaving for the Daimyō’s palace.

The Elder’s hunger for the title of ‘Fire Shadow’ was as infamous as the gluttony of a goldfish and with the title finally within his reach (more so than ever before, at least) Chōza believed that the old shinobi would do absolutely everything within his power to finally clasp onto the hat for real—the wishes of the Jōnin and Clan Council be /damned/ (and oh how they refuted the idea of another timeworn Hokage, even the Hūyga, who usually tended to supplement the decisions of the advisors).

The roux was soon joined by Tonkatsu, soy and a dash of honey, afore the Akimichi paused to grab another fist full of chips. One of the mauve crisps escaped his hold and plopped onto the floor, causing the man to ‘tsk’, disappointed and shake his head, his red mane swaying at the action. “Yare…Yare, making me bend my knees like this. You really don’t deserve to be eaten, I don’t care how good you look, I should just throw you out of the window…”

Chōza was about to pluck the escapee from beside his feet when the tinge of warm, candle-wax suddenly oozed above the spoor of curry; effectively grabbing the Akimichi’s attention. He shifted, beady hues travelling about the length of his kitchen until his stare settled on the faint glow of orange within the shadow of his wife’s fruit bowl (an anniversary gift from the in-laws). There, only detectable to the one the message was intended for, pulsed Kanji in the unmistakable hand of his teammate and oldest friend. Speak of the devil and he will appear—or in this instance, his Fūin.

急

Still within Capital. Danzō declared official Rokudaime Candidate. Root agent sent ahead. Something amiss in Konoha. Require status report asap.

急

At the confirmation of his earlier, grave musings the clan head cursed, twisting around to remove the roux from the stove and to switch the appliance off. Without a constant heat-source, the curry would be ruined; but alas, it would appear they had bigger fish to fry and Chōza really didn’t want to add a blazing forest fire to the ever growing list of catastrophes that Konoha seemed to be a steady beacon for. The Akimichi then proceeded to stalk out of his kitchen, crushing the ‘escapee-chip’ underneath his heel and not bothering with concealing the message that was already starting to fade. Taking the Engawa steps two at a time, Chōza then power-walked into the direction of the Nara Forest, hoping that Inōichi would be home and that he or Tsubaki wouldn’t mind the impromptu visit. Damn Nara, how he hated being the bearer of bad news.

Two metres and twelve steps over the forest boundary, Chōza glimpsed the approaching figures of his son and Shikamaru, the first waving what seemed to be a milk-bun back and forth. “Eh, Tou-san? Konbanwa!! Why are you walking so fast, are you trying to lose weight again?” The Elder Akimichi ignored the seemingly innocent query to pin both boys, iie, /Shinobi/ with a leaden stare, effectively halting their strides.

“Chōji, Shikamaru, I’m on my way to the Yamanaka Compound. Chinatsu-san is not home yet, so I need you both to go to Godaime-sama’s tent. Tell Shizune-san that we’ve received word from the capital. No one should be allowed into the tent, Tsunade-sama’s guard is not to be rotated and anyone trying to gain entry into the tent, especially Anbu, should be detained until either Shikaku or Ibiki can question them. Understood?” To their credit and with a sliver of pride eddying within Chōza’s chest, neither of the boys dared to ask further questions, merrily nodding their heads in the affirmative, before setting off in the direction they ambled from once more.

Chōza watched the boys go for a moment longer, troubled orbs almost staring through their retreating forms, until the cry of a Sparrowhawk overhead pulled him from his reverie and reminded him of his task. He so wished that they didn’t have to see the terrors of war, but really, Chōza surmised that sixteen, care-free years were all a Shinobi and a Shinobi parent could ask for; demanding more would be akin to testing the fates…still. Another, bone-weary sigh followed afore the 15th Akimichi Clan Head started forwards once more. Bearer of bad news indeed.

@senjutsunade @minaa-munch

#konohagakurekakashi #Hatake Kakashi [The Scarecrow]#Namikaze Minato [Flake-sensei]#Senju Tsunade [Godaime Sake-sama]#Aka Sleeping Beauty #AU Verse: Rinne-whoops #Reincarnation AU #This is about the best I can do with fluids leaking out of my eyes and nose-thus I haven't beta-read it.#I'm just happy that I finally replied #Despite completely disregarding Minato's mindscape--That's your baby ne CI #Minaa-munch #Senjutsunade #Honourable Mention: Ino-shika-cho #Timeline: Kaka-Sensei/Part II

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konohagakurekakashi · 4 years

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Rinne-Whoops: Who Died and Brought You Back Out?

Don’t even ask--Post continued from here

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“Inōichi-senpai?” Izumo murmured as all four shinobi continued to stare at the Kage in contemplation, afore Kakashi nodded (in answer to both Izumo and his yellow-haired, former Sensei) the arm, rubbing at the nape of his neck venturing further upward to tug his forehead protector back into place over his left eyelid. “Hai, he will be the most qualified to help with, Yondaime-sama’s muddled memories.” The Iryō-nin whom had her palms clasped in front of her chest agreed with him in a low hum, dark hues shifting from the slumped Fire Shadow towards the Jōnin. Kotetsu seemed less convinced however, sharing a brief glance with his partner, before his digits came to rest on the juts of his hips. “Demo…would it be wise…to let someone from the Intelligence and Interrogation unit know…won’t they…catechize him, Kakashi-senpai? I get that we can’t exactly keep this type of thing a secret, but maybe just until Tsunade-sama wakes up? I mean…He already seems to be in pain…” The Chūnin trailed off lamely, his own orbs flittering over the shambolic cavern, the edge of his sandal toeing at a scroll fragment.

“…That is exactly why we need to enlist Inōichi-san’s help.” Kotetsu blinked, looking up to find the Hatake had yet to sever his gaze with the cerulean-eyed Shinobi. “It is as you said, we can’t keep this type of thing secret for long, but we can govern who gets to know of this /first/. Inōichi-san is a loyal shinobi, an avid believer in the Third’s Will of Fire…but he was also a good friend of the Yondaime. I don’t believe catechizing an old comrade would be something Inōichi would do right off the bat.” It was then that the Hatake shifted, a begloved palm landing heavily on the Chūnin’s shoulder. “…If he sorts through Lord Fourth’s memories and ends up putting them back into the right order, I doubt an official interrogation will be necessary. You both did good bringing me here, demo, you can leave now…” His single, visible hue curved in what he hoped to be a show of ‘encouragement’, before he let the other go, deft fingers coiling into the familiar signs of the Tiger Seal. “M-Matte, Kakashi-senpai! What do you mean? You can’t expect us to just do nothing.” Kakashi in turn cocked his head to the side as if ruminating over the other man’s words, mouth twitching underneath the fabric of his mask, though not enough to be considered as a smile.

“Iie…I never suggested that…Domo, a lot of time has passed. The two of you should return to Shizune, though stop by the Ikayaki tent on your way; maybe consider a side-order of fried rice, brown. When Shizune asks for Tsunade-sama’s files just confirm that you met me half-way and that I offered to get it in your place, as I was already on my way to the outer-rim. My chakra imprint is all over this cavern, but yours aren’t. Plus I’d be willing to wager my signed copies of Jiraiya-sama’s special anniversary addition of Icha Icha Paradise that neither Shizune nor Sakura have left Tsunade-sama’s side to eat something decent since she’s collapsed. Nothing quells ire or an array of unwelcomed questions quite like a nice, warm meal…ne?”

Kakashi’s leaden gaze flittered towards the Kunōichi. “As for Hakui-san…It’s best that you return to the medical tent before you’re missed. With skills like yours and with construction accidents on the rise, I’m certain that your chakra will be needed to do a lot more good.” Kakashi then proceeded to mould his own chakra, the mauve energies, bubbling and pitching, before divvying into half—an exact clone appearing at his side amidst a puff of smoke. “It’s a hassle…but my Raitōn Clone will look for the Godaime’s papers while I’ll make sure Minato-sensei gets to the Yamanaka Compound…luckily it’s not far from here…That’s the plan for now at least. I don’t need to stress that neither one of you were here. At all. Yes?”

The Chūnin chorused their accord, before slowly meandering their way toward the corridor, unable to find fault with the Jōnin’s nippy reasoning. Only Izumo hesitated for a beat longer, his visible hue skimming over the mess of wood-chips and paper. “Not gonna lie, Senpai, I feel bad about leaving you to deal with the dirty work, even just your clone…” Kakashi gave an evasive wave of his palm, sucking in a long, impassive breath. “..It’s fine…It’s fine…Though I could use your bandana…bandana yes…give it here, Izumo.” Izumo’s dark orb blinked, digits rising to fumble with the navy material, but found nothing but a mess of chocolaty strands as the Jōnin already nicked the accessory from off his head, shoving the man towards the corridor at the same time. “Arigato, Izumo-kun, your sacrifice was a very noble one, best not keep Shizune waiting any longer. Bye-bye.”

Turing on his heel Kakashi inclined his covered chin at his clone to get him to work, before his gaze settled on the form of the Kage once more. For the first time the two of them found themselves alone, Kakashi’s gaze assuaging at the soft echoes of ‘please’ and the sheer helplessness cleaving to the Kage’s form like a second shroud. Not wanting the man to suffer from the onslaught of his own thoughts and memories any longer, the Hatake moved to crouch in front of the rock lip. “I’m not ‘gonna put you under, Minato-sensei…but I am going get you some help….Just…” The Jōnin paused to peer at the pallid, pained features of the Yellow Flash, before he leaned forward to hide the distinguishing, yellow spikes with the Chūnin’s pilfered bandana, careful not to rub against the red, inflamed scrapes and nail indents visible along the sides of his temple. “….Trust me?” The Jōnin then lifted the Kage’s arm, wounding it about his neck, while his own limb curled about the man’s middle, heaving him upward and out of his sarcophagi.

Moving the former Leader was far from an easy task, the man practically a dead-weight, slanted into Kakashi’s side and still wrecked with uneven breaths and the occasional cough. But Kakashi expected as much as he maneuverer the both of them through the chamber towards the passageway the others disappeared through prior. The plus side was that they met no resistance along the snaking, narrow warren; nor did the Jōnin feel the flecks of any prying chakra signatures. Years of experience advised that in itself wasn’t enough of an indicator that they weren’t being watched and/or followed, so Kakashi remained alert, muscles starting to twinge with how tense he held himself—and as the dimness began to lift, the faint tinges of afternoon sunlight signalling the exit up ahead, Kakashi adjusted his hold on his former mentor, before urging forward once more, pace perpetually slow.

“The Exit is up ahead, it seems to be late afternoon still, so you might want to…shield your eyes.”

Kakashi didn’t check to see if Minato complied by fluttering his lids closed, choosing instead to alter his intent stare down the rough iron steps and into the crater where everyone was still bustling along like little, carpenter ants. Any minute now people would start to pack up their tools and wander towards their respective tents, the barracks, their homes; increasing the chances of being spotted by a weary individual or two (not to mention the receptive ANBU Platoons, as Kakashi has it on good authority that Ibiki upped the patrol roster in lieu of the Pain attack) As such Kakashi called on his chakra reserves (those violet swirls not tasked with keeping his clone within this plain of existence) to haul both of their forms from the Hokage Mountain in a concise body flicker to appear once more at the foot of the steps.

Sure, it might not be the best tactic when supporting a severely /disoriented/ resurrected, but the Hatake reasoned that cleaning chunky spew from his flak-jacket and standard-issue blues, would heavily outweigh the panic and outright bothersome questions he might have to consider answers for /if they were caught/ not to mention the datum of time, time which they did not have. The silver-haired shinobi could not put his finger on it, but there was a nagging feeling at the back of Kakashi’s skull that caused him to constantly shoot a narrowed hue over the swell of his shoulder. A feeling like he failed to take something important into account, that he /missed/ something, though re-examining his chosen actions thus far failed to provide further elucidations. It only urged the Jōnin forwards that much faster and placed a heavy hope on the shoulders of his Raitōn clone. Kakashi hoped that he would be thorough whereas Kakashi was heedless.

They made their way passed the off-turn which lead toward the Hattori Clan Ruins, the towering Hashirama and Ginkō trees passing by in blurs and blotches of green and brown, a tell-tale that they reached the boundary leading into the Nara Clan Forest. If Kakashi wasn’t certain that Shikakū was still in the presence of the old war-mongerer; he might have consider cutting through the deer forest towards its compound neighbour, but as the current Head was still indisposed, the Jōnin thought better of chancing his luck via trespassing. The two shinobi continued to travel along the borderline, Kakashi stopping only twice (once to avoid two Akimichi huddled around a cluster of brightly coloured mushrooms, the second to avoid the kids who were once Kurenai’s Genin team) afore they finally made it to the outskirts of the Yamanaka Clan Compound. The clan dwelling was the most centred of all of the Konohagakure Clans, a fact evident in the vast amounts of dirt and debris littering what used to be fields of wild Lavender and Tiger Lilies, the depository houses the Hatake knew to have contained many herbs and flowers of all shapes and usages, all but destroyed.

As Kami would have it, the main estate seemed to be mostly intact, save for a few missing roof-tiles and the windows on the west side of the house that were replaced by a see-through, green tarp. Kakashi ambled forward, praying that the elder Jōnin was home and in a particularly benevolent mood, while his digits flexed against his mentor’s side. Despite being an active shinobi since the tender age of five (many of said years spent within the sombre underbelly of the ANBU) Kakashi only ever worked with the Head of the Yamanaka clan once or twice where a mind-probe proved an ineffective interrogation method thanks to tricky conscious seals and the Sharingan was required as an alternative. As such Kakashi wasn’t as versed in the Clan Head’s habits and methods as he was in the ways of the man’s two teammates. Yet the Yondaime’s laboured breaths urged him to swallow any uncertainties (those he never dared voice to the three Chūnin) as soon as it dared to flicker into existence.

‘Maa, a shinobi should never second guess his actions, huh.’

The Hatake found himself uttering with some amount of discontentment, while calloused fingers rose to rap twice against the door. It took a moment, but soon Kakashi’s ears picked up the steady thuds of feet and the door opened to reveal a tired Ino still smudged with the sweat and grime of a hard day’s work. Periwinkle orbs widened as they fixed upon Kakashi’s hunched form, before they shifted briskly towards the other shinobi slumped against the Jōnin's side, his chin dipped toward his chest and obscuring any features from the girl’s keen inspection.

“Aa…Ino…Is your Tou-san home? I would really like to speak to him, it’s a bit of an emergency, you see…”

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Rinne-whoops: Who Died and Brought you Back Out?

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Kakashi honestly hoped that his touch and words would put the man, Iie, Minato at ease; that it would root him back into the present and return the even intakes of air to his lungs. However, being an 'emotionally-numb' cactus meant that Kakashi couldn’t hope to find the right ways in which to provide comfort whenever it was most needed, no matter that he always had the best of intentions at heart.

He had seen it when he endeavoured to console Rin by telling her Obito’s secret: That he truly loved and cared for her and would be glad that she was the one that was safe; even though those words weren’t what the Kunōichi needed or wanted to hear, as they just made her tears swell and surge faster; her shoulders quaking with the weight of an added burden. He noted it when he attempted to console Itachi, by providing half-hearted advice and a semblance of support without really /knowing/ the gravity of the Uchiha’s situation. It was evident in the way that he so carelessly told Sakura that everything would return to the way that it was, if she would just hold out hope for long enough, sparing her immediate hurt, sure; but sowing the seeds for a deeper, more insalubrious resentment.

It didn’t matter that he wanted to believe all those words spoken just as much as the people he said them to. What mattered was that they were more damaging than the actions he wanted to protect the people, his people, from. In fact the words should never have been uttered at all—So, when those cerulean hues flickered back to his own, dilated with the vast amounts of confusion, dread and anxiety they needed to contain—Kakashi felt the spittle dry on his tongue and turn it to cotton. Because shit, he ended up being careless once again.

The echo of his words were met with the uncertain whisper of his name, like it was a cork tugged off a carafe cradling raw madness; for as soon as the murmur died on the blonde’s lips, his breath hitched before turning into new, uneven gasps. Kakashi paused, his hold on the Kage’s shoulders loosening while he turned to glance back at the hovering Chūnin. Kakashi wasn’t sure what his expression looked like, what it conveyed, but one blink had the Iryō-nin steeling her features afore she pranced forward with professional intent, hands already alight in the mint glow of the Mystical Palm Technique.

A stunted nod met her actions, before Kakashi’s duel-coloured hues flickered back to the juddering form of his mentor, wanting so badly to apologise. He wasn’t exactly sure what he would apologise for. For not being there on the night that the Kyūbi attacked and doing his part as Minato’s supposed “Right-hand Man”? For not playing a bigger part in Naruto’s upbringing or development as a Shinobi? For allowing a sordid terrorist group to turn the Hidden Leaf that the man literally /died/ to protect into a crater of dust and debris? Or was it for having such horrendous bedside manner?

Kakashi knew the Namikaze, knew that he was a man that strived toward fact and the logical. If the Kage’s prior answers were an indication, it would be that he remembered dying, remembered the murky depths of the Shinigami’s stomach that his last Jutsu condemned him to...so /bluntly/ stating the opposite would put the man ill at ease. If what Kakashi assumed happened, happened (because he would not be Kakashi , did he not at least have some sort of working theory) the man’s mindscape had to be a tangled, knotted web. Kami knew Kakashi was very confused when he woke up after his demise and he had only been gone for a few minutes, nothing compared to years, a bloody /decade/. Kakashi shifted, his lips parting to offer an explanation, before the tomoe in his left socket twirled, taking note of the urgent moulding of bright green chakra within the man’s coils, the green faintly tinged with perplexing red.

In an instant the Jōnin pushed away from the lip of the sarcophagi, his fingers curling about the elbow of the Iryō-nin who had her hands resting against the Kage’s ankles with the mind to start on her assessment of his condition. “Everybody down!”

His voice echoed within the ante-chamber, followed by the alarmed shriek of Hakui as Kakashi all but dragged her down to the dusty floor with him. A turn of his head revealed that both Kotetsu and Izumo (true to their shinobi nature and training) had dropped to the ground without further question, just as a sharp gust of wind pulsed from the Kage and through the cavern. A shower of musky, paper bits and linen revealed that the Elemental Chakra didn’t just slice through what remained of Minato’s binding, but managed to splice the top-most shelves of the archives, along with the files and scrolls that they contained. Izumo, realizing this couldn’t help but moan, forehead still pressed firmly against the cool Earth. “Oh man, Shizune-san is going to kill us, kill us!”

Kakashi didn’t pay his distress, or the downpour of shredded history any mind, sitting up to focus on the Kage who was now seated upright within his rock coffin, fingers folded tightly about the edge, whilst he attempted to reign in his chakra. “I’—“ Kakashi faltered as he inched forward, but didn’t rise, didn’t attempt to find the right words as the Kage’s arms rose to tug roughly at his own tuffs and scrape nails against his scalp. It looked painful and the Hatake hated how grossly ad-lib he was for the raw emotion emitting from the blonde in waves. What could he possibly say? What could he do? He didn’t want to risk making matters worse for the Kage...But then there was movement on his left as Hakui rose back to her feet, her young features soft and placating as if approaching a difficult patient.

“Etto...Yondaime-sama…?” The girl inched closer, but when it was clear that Minato wasn’t intent on stopping his self-damaging movements, the Kunōichi’s glowing fingers settled on the insides of his wrists, minty chakra seeping out in a well-controlled burst. The effects seemed to mirror that of the Kanashibari no Jutsu, as the Kage’s arms fell limply to his sides. "... Yondaime-sama... I'll start with your assessment now..." Hakui didn’t waste any more time as she started on the Eisei Shindan or Diagnosis Jutsu; though Kakashi thinks that he did catch her explaining her movements in a low whisper, while her hands hovered down the Kage’s seated form (he couldn’t be sure if it was for the blonde’s benefit or her own).

Kotetsu and Izumo watched the interaction with apprehensive eyes, coming to stand at Kakashi’s side once he settled back onto his feet. “Senpai…How can this be possible?” Kakashi, sighed, calloused digits rubbing at his lids. “Naruto mentioned that he spoke to the Fourth during his battle with Pain; I don’t know the specifics, but I reckon it had something to do with the eight-trigram seal. The fact that he’s here now…in the flesh instead of Naruto’s mindscape…can only mean that Pain’s last Jutsu probably responded to the Yondaime’s chakra imprint, or what was left of it after fixing Naruto’s seal. I can’t be sure…honestly…. I’m not as versed in Fūinjutsu as the Sealing Corps.”

Though Kakashi utterance of his thoughts rang clear the Jōnin had no idea if the former Kage could even hear/comprehend him due to his state. Hakui whom finally finished with her initial examination turned around with a furrowed brow. “I don’t note any depressed brainstem reflexes, deterioration or damage to any of Yondaime-sama’s internal tissue. Yes, his breathing is irregular, he shows no response to pain stimuli—but other than his enflamed chakra pathways, there’s no physical tells that he…that sixteen years have passed since his deat--uhm...the Demon-Fox Attack….his symptoms seem to be due to psychological stress.”

Kakashi's teeth worked on the flesh of his cheek, gaze cutting back in the direction of the slumped shinobi. “So, I can move him, Hakui-san?” With a curt nod as his answer, Kakashi then shifted, gloved palm rubbing at the nape of his neck. “In that case, I think it’s time we go see an old friend, Sensei.”

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