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bakubabes-tatakae · 4 years

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A Kunoichi’s Betrayal (Part 2) || {NSFW} Kakashi x Reader x Obito/Tobi

For everyone that has been waiting patiently for it... it’s finally here. @chidori-mint and I bring you the second part to A Kunoichi’s Betrayal ❤😘 We hope you all enjoy and we hope it was worth the wait.

Find part one here!

Pairing: Kakashi x Reader x Obito/Tobi

Summary: Just when you decide to finally close a painful chapter in your life and to embrace a fresh start, someone, from your past will come to face you again

A/N: Rin does not exist in the AU.

Warnings: angst, major character death in beginning, smut, unprotected sex, non-con, violence, language

Word Count: 4.5k

*Present Day: Kakashi’s Home*

The sky was pitch black. The leaves in the trees started to rustle as the cold wind blew, that’s when Kakashi heard a muffled cry.

"You're coming with me, princess…" It was a very familiar voice. He turned his back, and the sight of you made his eyes grow wide. The masked man from the Akatsuki carried your limp body, riddled in drying blood and bruises. Your eyes found him, "Ka-Kakashi…" your voice was weak. "H-help.. me.."

Kakashi struggled to move. His body was frozen. He couldn't move his feet. He tried to call your name but no sound came from his lips. "She belongs with me…" Tobi and Y/n started to slowly fade away.

"NO!!!"

Kakashi woke up, catching his breath. Sweat beads dripped from his forehead. It was another nightmare. Night after night he’s been haunted by these dreams. It was always the same dream. Seven weeks have passed and they still didn't have a lead on your whereabouts. He was growing desperate. He blamed himself for not being able to protect you.

Where are you now, y/n?

A loud knock from his door made him jump. "It's Gai, Kakashi. Open up!"

*Seven weeks ago*

“I promised him I’d protect you Y/n. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do, even if it takes my life.”

You woke up from a dream as those words ran through your head. A heavy arm rested on your stomach and warm breath in your ear as you laid awake. You opened your eyes and turned your head to the side. Obito was on his stomach still fast asleep beside you. His face was scarred but still; he looked beautiful. You let out a heavy sigh. It was still hard to believe that he was here with you. After all this time; he was alive.

"Hello, dollface." He greeted you with a warm voice. "That was the first time I’ve slept in peace for years."

You lifted his arm from your body, "I have to get back to Kakashi." You stood up from the bed and turned your back on him, collecting all your abandoned clothes on the floor. Obito couldn't help but stare at your naked body.

He chuckled as he rolled over onto his back, his hands resting on the back of his head. His toned upper body was perfectly in view. "Really, princess? We just reconciled and your first thought is that traitor?"

"Kakashi is not a traitor. He used to be your best friend."

"Best friend?" He scoffed. " After what happened with the two of you? After sleeping with his best friend's girlfriend? I don't think so, princess. Best friends don’t do that." He slowly slipped out of bed to grab his pants.

"It wasn’t his fault, Obito. All the times I felt like giving up, he was there! Every time I felt scared, he made me feel safe again! All the times I mourned for you, he was beside me! Your death brought emptiness in my life. And guess what? He filled it with love!" You yelled at him as you tried to hold back your tears.

"Are you trying to justify Kakashi?" He was now annoyed. "He betrayed me. He knew how much I loved you! How dare he steal you away from me?!"

"Love me? You faked your death and never even tried to reach me. And why? Because you love me?"

"Okay. You deserve the truth."

"Fucking finally. Better start telling me now, Obito."

Obito started to tell you how he survived years ago from the incident in the bridge and how a man had helped him and tended to his wounds. And that in return, he had to carry out a certain plan.

"That man is a psycho, Obito. He's just using you. Isn't it obvious?"

"Y/n, I told you. I will build a better world for us. Our plan is the perfect plan. Can't you see it? I'm doing this for you! For us!" He held your hand and gently tugged you closer to him.

"How is that better? You’ll be putting humanity in danger? And you're doing this for me? Do you even hear yourself, Obito?" You can't help but cry. You can't believe the words coming from him. "Where has the old Obito gone? The one who aspired to be the Hokage?!"

"Let me ask you this Y/n, do you love me?"

"You know I do. I wouldn't be here if I didn't. I love you, Obito and it hurts so much. I'm already here, what more could you possibly want?"

Your words struck him like lightning. You cupped his face in your hands and stared at him. "Am I not enough?" You whispered.

He leaned lower, his forehead touching yours. "You're all I need y/n."

"Then I will stay by your side. For good."

"Are you sure? You'll be branded a rogue ninja.”

"Call off the plan you have with this man. I’ll leave everything behind and start a new life with you. Can you do that for me?"

He suddenly brushed his lips to yours. "Everything I do is for you, y/n. Anything you ask."

*Present Day: Village Hidden In The Leaves*

Tsunade had summoned Kakashi to her office. Along with him were Gai and Yamato.

“I gathered you here because I have many reports that two members of the Akatsuki were spotted in Amegakure. And one of them was the masked man that goes by the name of Tobi.” Tsunade said.

“Two members? Can that be Y/n?” Gai asked.

“Based on the reports, both of them were wearing black cloaks with red clouds on it. But they weren’t able to distinguish if the other member was a male or a female. We can’t assume Tobi has Y/n locked up somewhere. We have to assume the worst. We have to assume that Y/n chose the join the --”

“No. Please... Don’t even finish that sentence, my lady.” Kakashi interrupted. “I know Y/n, she would never aid a criminal.”

“I understand where you’re coming from, Kakashi. But you may want to look at this.” Tsunade pulled her drawer open then placed a headband on top of her desk. He knew exactly whose it was. It was Y/n’s. He recognized the familiar scratches upon it from their missions together. Kakashi took it with trembling hands. The village’s symbol has horizontal slash over it signifying that the holder of the headband had cut ties with their village. He grasped it tightly in his hands.

“My lady, whether you allow me or not, I will go after her. I have to get her back,” he said.

“I already anticipated that. That’s why I asked for Gai and Yamato here as well. They can accompany you with this mission.” Tsunade stood up and walked towards them. “I suggest you all get ready to leave in two hours. This Tobi character might move again. This is our chance to rescue Y/n.”

*Present Day: Village Hidden In The Rain*

It was midnight when Obito and Y/n reached the Akatsuki hideout in Amegakure. It was in the highest tower in the village.

“We’re safe here.” “This village is so gloomy.” Y/n walked around exploring their shared bedroom. She stared at the dark skies through the window. “It’s like the skies are crying nonstop.”

Y/n felt Obito's warm body against her back. His hands gripped her waist. "Maybe we can do something to warm up?"

Y/n turned around to face him. "Hey, I know what you're thinking! You sex fiend. I'm having a warm shower first." Y/n smirked at him as she headed towards the bathroom, not bothering to lock the door.

You started to unbutton your cloak and slowly peeled it off your body dropping it on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor. Next came your panties letting them pool down to your feet as you stepped out of them. You stepped in and turned on the shower, the warm water trickled down your cold skin. You tried to relax your tense body as your eyes clenched shut.

You let out a gasp as you felt a hard wall of muscle press against you back. "You called me a sex fiend, princess…" He whispered in your ear as his hands reached your breasts, gently pinching your nipples. You let a moan escape your lips.

He pressed his body against you harder, your breast pressed up against the tile as you felt his erect cock press between the cheeks of your ass. "I could never ever get enough of you." He sucked at the skin on your shoulder. "This is how I want it to be." His nails dug hard into your hips. "I could have my way with you anytime I want. Any way I want."

"Fuck, Obito!" You whined at him.

You arched you back as he continued to grind himself against your ass. "So good for me." He lifted your chin to face him. He kissed you, rough and wild. You kissed him back as your hand tugged on his hair.

He groaned as he broke the kiss. "Let me show you, how this fiend can make you come so hard you'll see stars." His rough hands roamed everywhere, sliding down your wet skin. He slapped your ass making you moan harshly. His fingers reached for your pelvis as he felt you grind yourself back against his throbbing cock.

Obito parted your legs with his knee. His cock slipping and settling between your thighs. You tried to guide him towards your aching entrance. He grunted as the tip touched your wet folds. You arched you back further as he sunk himself in your tight cunt. "My princess is so needy." He smirked, leaning back to watch you grind against him. "So tight. Almost suffocating.”

He felt your walls tightening against him. He gripped your hips, "Stand still, princess.." He rammed into your cunt. You stood on your tiptoes as he hit all the right spots. His grip held you firmly, preventing you from slipping against the tiles underneath.

"You're so perfect y/n." Each thrust of his hips pressing you harder against the wall and sending you closer to that euphoric high.

"Baby, I can't. I'm so close!"

"Come on, princess, come now!" Your body tensed and shuddered beneath him as your orgasm shattered you. He growled from within his chest as he spilled ropes of his hot seed inside your quivering pussy.

The room filled with steam from the warm shower mixed with heavy panting from you two as you fought for your breath.

*Team Kakashi: Outskirts of Amegakure*

The group had moved fast. Kakashi’s haste to get to you was probably what was fueling that. When they finally reached the outskirts of Amegakure the three of them were out of breath. Kakashi couldn’t ignore the desperate feeling in his chest. All the wanted to do was get you back. He wanted to bring you back home, to where you belonged. He just wanted to feel his arms around you once again. Just the thought of never seeing you again gave him an uneasy feeling in his chest.

Gai watched him, never seeing this side of a Kakashi before. Kakashi had never let himself be so vulnerable, especially around his rival. Gai had never realized how bad Kakashi had had his feeling for you. “Kakashi, are you sure that you’re going to be able to do this?” The blatant worry on his voice made Kakashi stand at attention and listen. “I know there’s a chance that the other Akatsuki member isn’t Y/n, but what if it is? I want to make sure you can be objective about this.” He sighed. “If she’s truly gone over to them and we can’t convince her to come back with us then we have to treat her like one of them-” Gai let his thoughts trail off as he saw Kakashi’s whole body grew tense.

He lashed out at him. He had never meant to do it, but he just couldn’t picture you going over to the dark side. “We’re bringing her back. Worry about yourself Gai, don’t worry about me. I can handle myself!” After the words left his lips he dropped his head. What was happening to him?

Gai furrowed his brow. “I know that was just because you’re worried. I won’t hold that against you Kakashi, but you need to look at the big picture here. The Akatsuki is our enemy, we have orders to eliminate the members no matter what it takes.”

A lump grew in Kakashi’s throat and the words he wanted to say escaped him. He shook his head, clearing the thoughts that riddled it. “Let’s just make our plan already. We have to get moving.”

Yamato, who had been silent this whole time, finally spoke up. “No, we’re not going anywhere until we know that you do what might have to be done. The Akatsuki is a threat to the Leaf Village and we have to treat ALL of their members that way. I never got to meet Y/n and don’t get me wrong, she seems like a good person, but you saw the headband as clearly as we did. She’s a rogue ninja now.”

Kakashi stared at the ground. The tears that were welling in his eyes were threatening to come out. Gai approached him and put a hand on his shoulder. “We know how much you love her Kakashi. We know that she means the world to you and you took such good care of her after Obito’s death, but it might be time for you to let that all go.”

“I can’t do that. If I do I wouldn’t be doing what Obito asked me to do. I promised to protect her for the rest of her life and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.” His voice cracked as he spoke to them. The thought of the betrayal toward you if he had ever laid a finger on you kept a tightness in his chest.

Gai cleared his throat, feeling a lump growing in the back of his own throat. He had known you for a long time, he had just as hard a time as Kakashi in believing you had turned against the village you had loved so much.

Kakashi looked up at the both of them, his face red from holding back his tears. “As I said, let’s just make this plan and get moving. We might not be too late, maybe they haven’t corrupted her yet.”

*Present Day: Village Hidden In The Rain*

You slowly climbed from the couch, watching the rainfall all day was beginning to get tiring. You just wanted to get out of the house. You didn’t care what the two of you would do, you needed some change of scenery. Obito sat across from you, his gaze never once leaving yours. You sighed and stood from the couch, as you stood a wave of nausea ran over you. You steadied yourself as dizziness clouded your vision.

When you grabbed the side of the couch Obito popped up from his chair. His hands grasped your waist as he helped steady you. “Are you alright darling?”

When the dizziness subsided you placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled. “I’m fine Obi… really.”

His concern never left his face as you walked out of his grip and toward the bedroom. An early night was in your future. As you changed out of your clothes and threw on one of his baggy t-shirts your thoughts were focused on one thing and one thing only. Or one person to be more precise.

Kakashi Hatake.

As you laid down into the bed and covered yourself to keep the cool air from forming goosebumps on your skin you felt guilty. Here you were, with the man you had once loved more than anything, and the only person you could think of was Kakashi. You quickly shook your head as a migraine started to become present. You groaned and pulled a pillow over your head, letting out a quiet scream, hoping that Obito hadn’t heard you in the other room.

When sleep finally overcame you your dreams were the same. Your dreams wouldn’t let you think of anything other than him. And they say that if you dream about someone it’s because they fell asleep thinking about you. But that’s when you thought about it… Kakashi probably wasn’t getting any sleep. Your guilt came back over you, bringing you out of deep sleep. Obito’s figure was now sleeping soundly next to you, a sight you would never get used to.

More nausea washed over you, this time forcing you out of bed and down the hall to the bathroom. As you leaned over the toilet and emptied the content of your stomach realization hit you… It had been a couple of months now since you had seen aunt flow. You and Obito had been so busy trying to get the Akatsuki to welcome you in that you hadn’t even noticed until now.

You slowly backed up against the bathroom wall and slid down it. With your head in your hands, you watched the floor. Your emotions were now soaring. You were angry that of all times this would happen now. You were excited to be thinking about taking this journey. You were sad as you thought about how you would have to explain this to Obito… about how there was a possibility that it wasn’t his, however small it might be.

No. This wasn’t the time. You had to wait. You had to get through your next mission before you could say anything.

You slowly stood back up and made your way to the bed again, climbing in and snuggling next to Obito. This time tho… sleep didn’t come so easily.

*Entering Amegakure: Team Kakashi*

Kakashi, Gai, and Yamato slowly walked through the village, trying not to bring attention to themselves. As the people around them started to watch Kakashi’s nervousness started to grow. He turned his head slightly to Gai and spoke low. “Do you think they’re getting suspicious? I mean… It’s not like they announced that Leaf Ninja would be coming through.”

Gai looked around slowly and nodded. “Yea.” His words were uneasy as he nudged Yamato and nodded in the direction of a couple of Rain Ninja. “We’re being watched.”

Yamato cleared his throat as he looked over and spotted them. They were attempting to hide in the covers of the trees, but they hadn’t realized how experienced the three Leaf Ninja that were here were. “Time for us to intervene.”

Gai looked over at Kakashi and stopped. “We’ll take out those guys, you get to Y/n.” Yamato took over in the other direction, forming a wood clone to help them out.

Gai split after him after Kakashi nodded back and Kakashi jumped onto the buildings. Not the best place to find cover, but he had to move fast and this was the best way. He threw his arms behind him and started running.

As he jumped from rooftop to rooftop he saw a blur out of the corner of his eyes. Another Rain Ninja had come from the side. He stopped as the ninja sailed in front of him. When the ninja turned back to him he was already forming a lightning blade in his hand. No one was going to stop him from finding you.

He ran forward, his lightning blade out in front of him, ready to hit the ninja standing in his way. His opponent just barely dodged as Kakashi’s attack landed in a tower behind him. The man was quick, but Kakashi was faster. Kakashi’s foot connected with the man’s back and threw him into the side of the next building. When the man slid down and landed in a sitting position Kakashi placed a kunai to his throat and pushed him against the wall with his knee.

“Tell me where the one called Tobi is.” There was a growl to his voice as he demanded it from him. “I’m not going to wait. Tell me now!”

The ninja had a look of terror on his face as he spotted Kakashi’s Sharingan. He stuttered as he waited to see what the copy ninja would do. “Ka-Ka-Kakashi of the Sharingan.”

“Quit stuttering my name and tell me what I want to know.” He pushed his knee into his chest further.

“Okay, okay.” The man struggled under Kakashi’s force. “I’ll tell you.” As Kakashi eased up the man drew in a sharp breath. “They have a hidden base in the forest beyond the village. I can take you there if you like.”

A familiar voice spoke behind Kakashi as Gai and Yamato approached. Gai stood next to Kakashi and crossed his arms. “The other two are out of commission. This must be the one that split while we were engaged with the other two.”

Kakashi took his knee off him but kept the kunai to his throat. “Stand up, show us where it is, but if you so much as give a hint to anyone that you’re a hostage I’ll hit you with a Chidori.”

The man swallowed hard and stood back up, turning and walking forward, the point of the kunai in his back, hidden under Kakashi’s sleeve.

* * * * * *

As they reached the door of the hideout the man was eager to be free. Kakashi finally removed the kunai and stared daggers at the man. If anyone comes after us I’m going to assume that you were the one that did it and that won’t end well for you.”

The man nodded quickly and ran off without a second glance behind him.

Gai placed his hand on the rock wall that stopped them from entering, his voice low so that if there were people on the other side of the structure they wouldn’t hear him. “Are you ready for this Kakashi?”

Kakashi nodded and that determined look that he wore so well spread across his face. “I can sense her chakra. She’s here.” A Chidori started to form in his hand and the other’s stepped back, knowing full well what he was about to do. As his energy focused and the chakra formed he ran forward, slamming his hand into the rock and blasting a hole through it. Bits of rock rained down on them as they entered the hideout.

Obito turned quickly and when he met the eyes of the fellow Leaf Ninja that he knew so well he smirked. “Well, well. Back for round two are you?”

You swallowed hard, a lump now forming in your throat, making it hard to breathe. Kakashi ignored Obito and looked to you. “Are you alright Y/n?”

You nodded slowly, still trying to wrap your head around what was going on. No one was supposed to be able to find you here, so how had Kakashi done it?

Obito took a kunai out of his pouch and pointed it toward Kakashi. “Don’t worry about her, she’s just fine Kakashi. Let’s dance.”

An amused exhalation came from Kakashi as he took one of his own out. Still unaware of who this man could be, though he had his suspicions, he was ready to fight. He wouldn’t let him lay another finger on you. “Just back away from her first. Then we’ll do this.”

Obito stepped forward and laughed deviously. “Oh, I’ll do that no problem.” He pushed you backward and out of the line of fire. “Minato-Sensei would be so upset and disappointed if we harmed her.”

That sealed the deal for Kakashi. Kakashi’s eyes narrowed as he stared back up at him. “Obito. I should have known.”

Obito rushed him, his kunai just about to connect with Kakashi’s arm as he jumped out of the way. He was distracted. He had to keep himself together. Your heart pounded against your chest as you watched the two men that you loved fly about the hideout. Kunai clinked as they fought as hard as they could against each other. Your feet were moving before you could even stop yourself. “Stop it!”

As you approached the two of them the fighting came to an abrupt stop. They pushed off of each other and stared at you, both afraid you would get hurt. Obito was the first to speak. “You have two choices here Y/n.” Your eyes grew wide as his harsh tone. “Either you leave with me and I give up my plans and spare the copy ninjas life,” He pointed his kunai at Kakashi. “Or I kill him if you choose him over me and I carry out my plans.”

You couldn’t believe the position that Obito was putting you in. You watched as the pleading eyes of Kakashi watched you. You wanted to be with Obito, you had loved him so much, and you always will. But you also wanted to be with Kakashi. He had been there for you through so much. You sighed and looked at the ground, squeezing your eyes shut, too afraid to look up at Kakashi. “I’ll go with you Obito.”

A laugh erupted from Obito as he looked between Kakashi and you. “Very well.” Obito did something you never would have thought he would do. He charged Kakashi again, kunai at the ready, aimed right for his heart. “I’ll kill him anyway. He’s in my way.”

You grabbed a Kunai from your pouch and grasped it, holding it directly in front of your stomach, ready to push it through if need be. You let out a scream. “Obito, I swear I’ll do it!”

Obito stopped in his tracks at the blood-curdling scream as you felt every single eye on you. The man looked back at you and his eyes shot open as far as they would go. “Y/n, what are you doing?”

“Just stop.” The tears were rolling down your cheeks before you had even felt them. “I don’t want the father of my child to have blood on his hands. Especially not someone he considered a friend.”

Everyone in the room froze as they realized why your kunai was pointed to your stomach. You could see the worry in Kakashi’s eyes as he watched you threaten not only your baby’s life but your own.

Kakashi stepped forward some, but as you moved the kunai closer he stepped back again. “Y/n, you don’t want to do this. That’s not how you are. You aren’t that type of person.”

“I’ll be that type of a person if I need to be. Now stop fighting. I can’t take it anymore!” You hollered at the both of them, hoping that they would listen.

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bitchiha · 4 years

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hii can you write some detailed nsfw headcanons for kakashi or just write a smut fic i love your writings so i wanted to ask if u could do it or not!

Is it wrong to pick up strange girls at a bar? (Kakashi x Reader)

A/N: you asked and you shall receive! The setting is based of A Little Death — the Neighbourhood. Just cause I liked the idea and I wanted to go with it, here’s a link to the song. The reader is basically a Kakegurui character but make it sexual intercourse <3 Kakashi wasn’t originally supposed to be a sub but I wanted to write sub naruto boys at some point so here it is.

Summary: Kakashi meets a mysterious stranger at a bar and things escalate quickly and he takes her back to his motel. After all, is it wrong to pick up strange girls at a bar?

Warnings: drinking, NSFW, sub!Kakashi, dom!reader, harsh degradation (male recieving) so i re wrote this five million times and I can’t torture myself with doing another edit of it so let’s say it’s edited half assedly

In the shitty little town you lived in the only exciting thing it had to offer was the bar.

It was a town used as a resting stop for travellers. People stopped for the night to recharge before continuing on their way to their actual destination in the morning. Many interesting people came in and out, but all the boring ones stayed put. There was no excitement in your family, in your friends, in your neighbourhood… the only time you ever felt even a lick of the feeling was when you were in that bar.

Not a lot of locals drank there, to them the idea of a public drinking place was disgusting and avoided it like the plague, even going as far as to try and ban the joint. To their disappointment, the bar was the main attraction to the travellers, making it difficult to shut down. The frequent travellers insistance to keep it open was solid proof for your thesis; it was the only good thing about this place.

You were one of the few locals that didn’t avoid the bar. How could you when the only exciting people you met were from that joint? Like that woman obsessed with being a bride, or the Taijutsu master in the green stretch suit, or that boy who declared to you that true art was an explosion!

Those were the kind of people you met there, the kind of people you wanted to be with. The only ones who could make you feel like you were breathing, feel like you were human — if that was even possible anymore. God, it felt like every day you spent in this town you lost a little more of your sense of self...

You’re sat there now. In the dim light of the bar on one of the cracked vinyl stools, toying with your empty glass. The bar tender would shoot you a look in a few minutes grunting to “either buy another drink or get out,” but if you were being honest, you didn’t have that much cash on you right now and you hadn’t intended to buy another glass. You see, you had planned to leave earlier with someone new you’d meet at the bar, but no one had yet to ignite that bubbling excitement within you.

You were beginning to get impatient, there was an undeniable need growing in you and it was clawing at your insides, begging you to give it a release. But Monday’s were always slow and you were starting to realize that you may have to wait a little longer than you could bare-

The door to the bar opened and your heart lurched with that desperate craving upon the sight of the man walking through the doorway. Just when you were about to lose hope, you were given your wish. Your body instantly perked up, drinking in that cool manner that he walked with; like he new he was something special, in whatever aspect that may be. He wasn’t flaunting it, no— rather he was just conscious of the fact. Confident.

He had unruly silver hair and the same green vest plastered to his body that the Taijutsu master you met did. He also had a headband on his forehead concealing one of his tired eyes. Upon further inspection you declared that the insignia was the symbol of the Leaf — so he was a shinobi then... He sat down a few chairs away from you.

Quietly, you counted four vinyl coated barriers between you and to your dismay, he had yet to notice you. Instead, he slumped against the table and mumbled an order to the bar tender. You turned your head to look at him again, your fingers tapping against your empty glass. Oh boy, just looking at him made your entire body thrum with that feeling, that exhilarating eagerness pumping through your veins… excitement.

You felt that familiar intoxicating passion swimming through your body a hundred times stronger than you’ve ever experienced before. There was that familiar bitter feeling between your legs and you clenched your thighs together. He was handsome — anyone could agree on that and you just couldn't wait to toy with him.

Shifting like a curious cat on your barstool, you studied the stranger further. Your movement finally stirred his attention and he turned his head ever so slightly, looking at you for the first time that night. His expression echoed your own curiosity mildly before the bartender slid him his drink, ice clanking in the cup.

You were never one to be shy around strangers, that’s something everyone in the town disliked you for, among other things... But you didn’t think about that as you slid a seat over, giving him a cat-like grin. You chose him for your entertainment tonight, wanting to toy with his cocky attitude until you could swat him around with your paws like a ball of yarn. Like you did with all the ones before him.

“So you’re a Leaf Shinobi, huh?” You asked, taking advantage of his attention, watching him stir his drink. You perched your elbow on the table and balanced your chin on your palm.

“Yeah,” the silver haired ninja smirked a little at your interest, “why so curious?”

You shrugged, “You said it yourself, this bars the only exciting thing in this town. A girls gotta find some kind of amusement, don’t ya think?”

“So I’m amusing to you?”

“Mhm,” you chirped, glad he was entertaining you— albeit a little disinterestedly, but you could work with it... “now go on, what’s it like?”

He was silent for a second. Contemplating before dodging your question, coming off a little distant. “How ‘bout I buy you a drink?” He slid a seat over.

You took his suggestion with a grin, brushing off how he ignored your previous sentence, “Oh! What a gentleman!” You beamed before turning to the bartender, “a vodka and sprite.”

The bartender sighed defeatedly, unable to kick you out of the bar now that the stranger offered you a drink. You were always too damn chatty. The silver haired man snickered at your choice of drink, causing you to gasp at him in mock offense, making him crack the smallest smile.

“What are you laughing at?” You scoffed playfully, once again sliding a chair over. Your arm gliding against the sleek wood table as you did so. Taking your seat, the bartender counted a single chaired gap between his two customers.

“And what are you drinking?” Your voice teasing as your fingers wrapped around his cup and before he had the chance to process your actions you brought the liquid to your lips, tasting its contents and wincing dramatically, “God. Who let you drink that?” You sent an accusing glance at the bartender, who was working on your own drink.

He heard the accusation and lifted a finger with half hearted annoyance, “You’re dangling on my last nerve, y/n.”

So that was your name. Y/n. Kakashi decided he could have some fun real good fun with you tonight. From what you’ve told him, you’re a local in this town, but by the way you dressed he could tell you weren’t like the other people in this place. Wearing that tiny jean skirt and that little top, you were definitely just twenty-one, or maybe twenty-two and certainly not as conservative as the other villagers.

He let himself wonder, as his fingers soaked into the condensation of his glass, how any of them let you out in an outfit like that. Perched a barstool with your leg crossed lazily over the other you looked more dangerous than any enemy he had encountered today.

Before he knew what he was doing, his body was moving him to close the single chaired gap between you two. Sitting on the cracked vinyl, sliding his drink over with him, he simply shrugged at your question and deflected it with a new one.

“And who let you out in that little skirt?”

The two of you maneuvered through the damp halls to whatever room number was engraved on the rusty key Kakashi held (you finally learning his name after some prying.) He slurred something stupid to you as you stumbled along and tilted your head to laugh.

After some drunken fumbling, your beloved stranger managed to unlock the door, pulling you inside in the process. The room was as clean as expected for a cheap room in a shitty motel, but you didn’t bother studying it. You’ve been here countless times before.

You found yourself being pushed up against the door, as Kakashi reached for his headband, pulling it off as you worked at pulling his mask down, your painted nails grazing his skin. Once you tugged the fabric down and his headband clattered to the floor, you marvelled at the sight of his face in its proper glory, burying your hands in his hair as you did so. It was even more alluring in its barest form and there was another wave of excitement surging through your body.

Licking your lips you leaned forward, hands tangling in his hair to connect your mouths for the first time. Teeth grazed against teeth and tongues clashed against tongues in what seemed to be an equally matched fight for power. It was a breath stealing, desperate kiss that lasted for what felt like hours, but could have only been a minute. The kiss had been so invasive that there were sleek strings of saliva connecting your lips, but neither of you moved to wipe them away.

Instead you leaned your head against the wall, his face barely a hair from yours as you both panted. Then in a matter of seconds you were on eachother again, this time the man took to taking your clothes off. Slipping your top off as you began to climb out of your shoes, him doing the same. Leaving you in a bra and your skirt, he started grabbing at your thighs, hoisting them up as he began to move you to the bed. What an eager boy.

When he felt his knees hit the beginning of the mattress, he let his grip on you go, causing your body to fall back. Your arms still around his neck taking him down with you, your back falling onto the mattress as he towered ontop of you. He removed his lips from yours as he began to trail kisses up to your earlobe, tugging at it firmly before licking right up the shell of it.

“How many people have you done this with?” he spoke into your ear, it was a question he was dying to know. Was he gonna be the first? Maybe the second? He liked that idea, liked the prospect of using an all too curious girl for his own pleasure—

“Lots of ‘em, too many to count... but dont take it personally.” What.

He scoffed surprised at your statement, lots? How much is lots? Kakashi felt his ego take a little hit, was he just another person you used for your own desire... He had used many people for his own sake, but he had never had the tables turn on him, until now of course. “The hell is that supposed to mean?” The sound echoed through the shell of your ear and you giggled at the feeling and his voice came out more hurt then upset, which pissed him off even more. Oh how adorable, was the big, strong shinobi’s ego getting hurt?

“Well, You like excitement dont you?” You waited for him to nod an annoyed yes, “Good boy, so we’re on the same track here... Do you know what that’s like to live with a bunch of fucking prudes?” This time you didn’t want for a response, “None of them would even step foot in that bar. Not people like you though and when I saw you I could just feel it... the good fuck could get out of you. I’m gonna have so much fun, we’re gonna have so much fun.” He gave you a surprised look, your mask was slipping and your true colours were shining through and his reaction only egged you on to continue. Did he really think this was some sort of spur of the moment act, that coming here with him was spontaneous.. something special? Oh God, what an idiot..

You pushed at his shoulders, causing him to fall onto his back, allowing you to crawl on top of him. Straddling him, you let your hand to push underneath the fabric of your jean skirt. He stared wide eyed, shocked at how your demeanour was slowly changing. Is the idiot finally getting it now, is he finally understanding his place? “They would never do this. They’d never touch themselves, not like this...” Your fingers dragged along your slit, preparing to access your digits to access to your dripping slit. “But it’s so much fun isn’t, oh and it just feels so good.” As your digits slipped into your enterance your mouth fell open, letting a small moan carelessly fall as you began to push in and out of yourself.

All Kakashi could do was stare up at you. Holy fuck. Were you masturbating ontop of him? The motel room, the look you made, the lewd sounds, all of it.. all of it was like something straight out of the books he read and the fact it was happening to him in real time was beginning to make him short circuit.

“What, You really want to act all shy now, what happened to practically sucking my face off? You brought me back here to fuck, not to blush at me like a virgin.” You said, lifting your skirt with your free hand, giving him a picture to go along with the sounds he was hearing. Upon that sight he made the discovery that you weren’t wearing any panties. “I bet you think about this shit all the time, don’t you? Ngh — You like thinking about girls like this, huh? If you didn’t bring me back here with you, you’d probably be jacking off to the thought of me like some kind of pervert...”

He couldn’t help the red colour invading his face. When he was in bed with girls he was usually the one saying all the dirty stuff, so having you spew all this vulgarity at him was shocking. But what was even more so was the twitching of his cock in his excruciatingly right pants.

He could tell by the face you were making that you were getting close to your own release, the look of embarrassment on his face only fueling your desire even more. Fingers curling and filling your pussy fast and eagerly, thumb moving to flick at your clit. Your tongue was starting to slip out of your open mouth now and he watched the little dribble of saliva coursing down it, your eyes starting to lull to the back of your head — it was that look. That fucking look that he read a hundred times over in the pages of his novels. He felt like he was going to cum just staring at you. But, oh god — were you gonna cum? By yourself? Right now?

Finally being able to move his body, he grabbed your wrist from under your skirt, the lewd sound of your digits leaving your soaked core made his mind all the more foggy. You didn’t complain, the pleasure built up in your core was only intensifying with the anticipation that he was going to be the one between your legs now.

But you wouldn’t tell him that. No, it was too fun to toy with his confidence. “Huh, You think you can make me cum better then my fingers? Hm, Let’s hope I’m not disappointed.” Those words definitely pricked at his ego, but he didn’t have time to mull them over as you began to crawl towards his face.

“You know, you don’t really talk too much, or maybe it’s just cause your a fucking pussy whipped whore...” Kakashi’s face gets redder at the insult. Did you just call him a whore? And why did he like it?

Your breasts bounce in your bra as you moved further up his body. “Lets just see if your mouth is good at something.” You said with dramatic exasperation and before his brain could process it, your thighs were straddling the sides of his head, pushing your core right onto his face.

Kakashi’s reaction was a bit delayed, it was only when your skirt fell over your thighs, trapping him in like a curtain, that he registered the fact that you were now sitting on his face. That and the fact that your pussy was practically suffocating him with your impatience.

He had never felt this much desire to please a woman. You were being so intoxicatingly rough with him that he found his mind only swimming with thoughts of you. Y/n, y/n, y/n. The strange girl he met at a bar. The girl who fingered herself ontop of him and was moaning like a pornstar. The feeling of your wetness already dripping down his chin, ready to be tasted... All of it was tattooing itself into his subconscious.

“Do you need me to say go?” You spat impatiently in the most tantalizing tone, it caused Kakashi’s cock to stir again. However, the words snapped him out of his frozen state and he began to desperately suck at your clit, the wet sounds echoing off the jean curtain and he felt his hips involuntarily buck into the air at your taste.

You felt the movement of his bucking hips and it his embarrassment you refused to let it go. “Oh! So you are a pussy whipped slut? You act so confident but the minute I sit on your face you lose control, just like a good whore.”

As if insulting him turned you on, your mouth began to flow with the most sinful noises and for a second Kakashi thought he was trapped in some fucked up porno. When I’m reality that excitement that had been building inside of you had been finally getting an appropriate release and you were never one to hold back your pleasure.

It felt like your veins were gushing at this point, so much so it felt as though they could burst at any second. You were just so excited and his tongue was so good.. The muscle pushing in and out of your hole, his tongue brushing against your clit as he wriggled as far as he could into your pussy.

Faintly, behind the throbbing in your ears you could hear frustrated fists against the door. They were undoubtably an angry guest that had been awoken by your loud noises, probably a pervy old man too. But you didn't give a fuck and Kakashi was too busy trying to make you cum to care either. Soon enough the banging had either blended into the noise you two were already making or the perv gave up to go jerk himself off.

“You’re licking me like a fucking dog, you’re so desperate to make me feel good.. its fucking sad.” There was no mistaking the vibration of the mans mouth on your clit, he had just moaned. As if that weren’t telling enough you could practically feel the embarrassed heat of his face on the squishy flesh of your inner thighs.

After another sinful noise barged past your lips you found yourself hurtling quite quickly towards your climax. Losing the little ounce of pity you had for mercilessly using Kakashi’s face, you began to grind onto it. Everything was beginning to feel more heightened now. The booming sound of your heart slamming in your chest, the throbbing of your veins, the feeling of Kakashi’s mouth sucking at your clit.

You didnt even bother to heed the man a warning as you came with a loud moan, all over his face. He wasn’t shocked, afterall he finally seen your true colours and he wouldn’t have put it above you to enjoy his surprised face flushed with your own juices. He felt his arms move from their position on your hips to snake under your skirt and wipe it off—

“Don’t fucking wipe it off.”

After catching your breath, you climbed off his face and stared down at the mess you made. Your hair began to fall over your features, but he could distinctly see the sick smirk on your face before you lent down and licked a line from his chin to his cheek, collecting some of your slick off of him. Then you moved back up again, watching his still blushing face stare at you with wide eyes.

“Y/n-“ But you weren’t listening as you climbed off the bed entirely.

Though your own excitement had been suppressed, you weren’t going to leave Kakashi to finish himself off. You liked to consider yourself a good girl, at least a little bit..

“You were so well behaved, weren’t you? Do you want to cum too?” Were you really about to make him beg? Yes you were. “Come on, use your words little shinobi, why don’t you tell me what you want?” The way you spat that word out belittled him in ever sense and he couldn’t help but buck his hips again.

He felt so embarrassed, but the nights events have had him desperately straining his pants and his normal thoughts were in a far away land. The only thing he could process was the bitter ache in his pants and the sticky substance on his face.

“I-I want to cum too.”

You smirked at him from the edge of the bed. You usually expected a please at the end of the sentence but you weren’t gonna make him suffer anymore. You pat the edge of the matress as a sign for him to shuffle down. He did so eagerly and you began to fumble with his zipper.

“Be a good boy and I’ll let you.”

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Scorched - Dancing with the Devil - Sasuhina Month 2020 - Day 3

Rating: Rating T

Warning: Morally grey Sasuke; Not a romantic story

“If you dance with the devil, then you haven’t got a clue, for you think you’ll change the devil, but the devil changes you.” ― J.M. Smith, If You Dance with the Devil...

Her tired grey eyes disinterestedly drifted over the faint cracks in the wall, over and over again. She had turned her body away from her deskmate, who until a few minutes back, was trying to make small talk with her. Small talk that she didn't have the patience to indulge in today.

She looked at the occupied benches ahead of her, and found mostly everyone chatting, wiling away their time until Prof. Hatake deemed fit to grace them with his presence. He was notorious for being late to classes while not tolerating tardiness in his pupils. The clock on the wall showed that it was already 15 minutes past 11.

"Hey… um... Are you hurt??", she heard Ren, her deskmate speak to her.

She glanced down her hand to find the long sleeves of her black top had rolled up a little to show her pale wrists. In all its undecorated splendour, except for the harsh red chafing marks on them. She chose not to answer the guy and pulled the sleeves down to her palms to hide the proof of the night before.

She had seen this guy only a few times before. He was supposedly new (because he naively sat beside her), and probably smart (judging by his attendance in an advanced lit class).

“I’m sorry.. I didn’t mean to be nosy…”, he said apologetically. He paused for a few seconds before he began again, “I’ve noticed that you always sit by yourself, so I thought of accompa-“

The doors slid open with a loud band against the frame, interrupting the new guy. The whole classroom got quieter too. Those were enough clues for her to know that it was not the Professor. In spite of her racing heart, her eyes looked up to find Uchiha Sasuke staring at her with a less than pleased expression. Her hands grew clammy as she turned her head away from him quickly.

Everyone stared at Sasuke as he climbed up the steps towards her. He was the only person in the whole university that could make the highest authorities quake in their boots. Sole heir to a massive multinational empire, no one could tell him what to do. His story was tragic, his family buried six feet under. Some sympathized with him, others were wary of him. He attended classes whenever he liked, he also walked out of them on a whim. No one could stop or reprimand him. Especially when the Uchiha made the biggest donation to the University every year. His circle of friends included the most dangerous, most loyal and fearless youngsters that roamed the streets of Tokyo.

He stopped right in front of her deskmate. “You’re new here.”, he stated instead of questioning.

The new guy gave a nervous laugh and nodded. His eyes trailed over his inked arm. “I am. I just transferred here a few weeks back! Name’s Ren.”

Sasuke tilted his head and said calmly, “Get the f*ck out of my seat Ren.”

“Y-your seat? But I have never seen you in this class before today?!”, Ren replied with as much guts as he could muster.

Sasuke did not bother replying but fixed him with a glare that made the guy break into a sweat.

Ren turned to Hinata, but she pretended to be unaffected by the exchange that the whole room witnessed.

Afraid to meddle any further with him, Ren quickly picked his books and moved away. Sasuke slid into the seat and sat close to Hinata. He glowered at the onlookers, making them turn away from the couple.

“I thought I asked you to stay put in my room…”, he commented gravely. “Why don’t you ever listen to me?”

Hinata gritted her teeth but refused to look his way. When she spoke, her voice was low but firm, “And I told you yesterday that I did not want to do this anymore.. That I don’t wish to be your girlfriend anymore… But you didn’t listen to me either.”

Sasuke did not even respond to her complaint, but simply pulled her forearm and bared her wrists to see the damage. He tutted disapprovingly, “You struggled too much.”

Hinata was not even surprised to see him blatantly ignore the fact that he was the one who tied her up to his bedpost after their argument.

He never abused her physically, but the emotional turmoil she went through in the last three months of being his girlfriend was getting to her. He was excessively controlling and possessive, and gave her very little leeway to make her own life decisions. He was dark, dangerous and brooding with the most complex temperament.

Few days back, when she overheard Suigetsu talking to Karin about Sasuke picking out a ring to propose, she grew pale with worry. It was too soon and she was not ready for any commitments, not when she had been having serious doubts about their relationship.

She gathered courage to break up with him, before the situation grew out of control. But he had dismissed her idea, and instead informed her that he planned to marry her, soon after their graduation which was in a few months. She tried to plead him to see reason. But he was firm in his decision and he restrained her when she tried to get away from him.

“Ah, I must inform you… I have fired your dear old Mrs. Sato.”, his voice broke her from her reverie.

Hinata was shocked by his admission. The kind widow was Sasuke’s housekeeper and her saviour that morning. She had taken a huge risk and helped Hinata out of her bindings while Sasuke was taking a shower. Hinata felt guilty because she pleaded with the woman to help her when she came into the room unannounced.

“Why? She did nothing wrong!!”, Hinata said with tears in her eyes. The poor woman probably had nowhere to go.

“Because I detest it when my own people betray my trust…”, he said with zero emotion. “Besides, don’t act like you didn’t know the consequences of your action… You knew it would make me angry, but you still did it… You still wanted her to free you, despite knowing that she would be collateral damage… Hinata, you are more similar to me than you think…”

Hinata was quiet and unable to deny his accusation. She did know that Sasuke would be enraged at Mrs. Sato, but she had never expected him to dismiss her completely.

“I’m the one who should face the consequences, not her.”, she said regretfully.

“People have to be held accountable for their actions… That is what I believe in.”

“Then push me away too… Why do you insist on keeping me?”, she asked him bitterly.

“You are the only exception to the rule, my dear. I plan to keep you by my side, until one of us is on our last breath.”

His words, that sounded like a promise, sent a chill down her spine. She feared not for her life, but for her sanity.

Calling their relationship toxic would be an understatement. And she was fast losing hope of ever getting even a shred of normalcy back in her life.

Prof. Hatake entered leisurely into the classroom right then, and commanded attention from the students.

“Ah, who do we have here?”, the professor looked in their direction and smiled from behind his mask.

Sasuke appeared unperturbed by the mocking glint in the professor’s eyes. That man was his legal guardian until he turned 18, but he was quick to sever relations with him once he became an adult.

“I never knew Uchiha Sasuke had changed his major from Economics to English Lit!!”, Kakashi commented on a lighter note, but his words had an edge that no one missed.

“Mind your own business Kakashi.”, Sasuke sneered at him.

The students gasped at his incivility, but Kakashi only laughed, as if he was used to insolency from the resident bad boy. Hinata bowed her head to be inconspicuous.

As Professor Hatake started his lesson, Hinata despaired for her bleak future. But she could not blame anyone but herself.

What had she been thinking, she wondered. Why had she ever agreed to go out with him? Why did she let his constant persuasion in the past, bend her will to stay away from him? Had she been so weak to his charms that she had outrightly ignored the alarming rumours about him?

Was it some form of misguided sympathy for him? Or was it some foolish notion in her mind that she could change him? She had been naive and clueless. Because in the end, it was she who had changed.

Hinata swallowed uneasily. She had to get away from Tokyo, because the whole city was his playground. She absolutely had to run away from the devil in disguise. For now, she was only scorched, but she had to save herself from being completely incinerated.

a/n: Was that too much? I really wanted to write something like this, but I feel like I didn’t do it justice.

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JUST A TRANSFEREE

Tsukishima Kei x OC

Chapter 03: LA VIE EN ROSE

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3rd Person's POV:

Kiyoko was strolling around the 1st years floor when she heard someone calling her.

"SHIMIZU-SENPAI!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?"

"Oh Hinata, I'm just looking for someone who haven't join any clubs yet." She said to the energetic boy.

"OHHH, ARE YOU LOOKING FOR SOMEONE WHO WANTS TO APPLY BEING A MANAGER?" Hinata asked his senpai, tilting his head.

"Yes, you know we are graduating soon, and I think that it's better to have a manager now so I can teach her." Kiyoko explained.

"I CAN HELP YOU SENPAI! IF I FOUND SOMEONE, I'LL TELL YOU IMMEDIATELY!" Hinata said enthusiastically.

"Thank you Hinata! I'll be going now, see you." Kiyoko thanked him and continued finding a person.

-Timeskip-

'Uwahh! She's so pretty!' Yachi thought while looking at the third year talking to her.

"So, why don't we try a trial membership?" The third year said to her, oblivious that she's not listening.

'WAIT! WHAT DID SHE SAID?!?! I'M SO BUSY LOOKING AT HER, I FORGOT TO LISTEN!!!' Yachi thought hysterically.

"Huh!? YES SURE!" She agreed not knowing what this is all about.

"Really!? Thank you so much!" Kiyoko said holding her hand in the process.

"Uhm, I have a friend who also haven't join any clubs yet. I can ask her too if you want." She said, remembering Akemi.

"Oh, of course! I'll just come later and you both can introduce yourself to the club. Thanks and see you later!" She said bidding her farewell.

"Bye." She said smiling awkwardly.

-Another Timeskip-

Akemi was on her way to have lunch at the rooftop. Yachi was not with her because it's her turn to help the teacher with paperworks, so she decided to have lunch there since she knew there's no one there right now.

She reached her destination and sat in the shade, away from the sunlight. She take out her bento which is fulled with rice with a marinated meat that is her left-over dinner last night, a salad on the side and fruits.

She started eating while looking at the sky.

'It's a nice day, huh?' She thought, smiling a little bit.

She continued eating until she's full. She tucked in her bento in a handkerchief and let it down beside her.

Akemi brought her ukulele today since Yachi found out that she knows how to play. She requested to play her some songs that's why she brought it today. But since Yachi was not here, might as well play a song to kill some time right? Since it's still not yet time and she's alone here.

She decided to play La Vie En Rose, french version.

(Listen to this while reading.)

(I know that this might not be a ukulele version, but if you want, click this video.)

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Quand il me prend dans ses bras

Il me parle tout bas

Je vois la vie en rose

She starts singing, getting lost in her own world. Not paying attention to her surroundings.

Il me dit des mots d'amour

Des mots de tous les jours

Et ça me fait quelque chose

She doesn't notice someone opening the door. The person stopped when he heard her singing. The languange was unfamiliar but it's not the reason why the person was captivated. It's because of her voice.

Il est entré dans mon cœur

Une part de bonheur

Dont je connais la cause

He slowly walked towards the voice, afraid the person might stop singing when she heard him listening. He taked a peek and was shocked to see it's the transferee girl. She doesn't left his mind ever since he saw her.

'Why is everything captivating to her.' The person thought getting frustrated with his feelings.

C'est lui pour moi, moi pour lui dans la vie

Il me l'a dit, l'a juré pour la vie

Maybe it's not the right decision to come here. But then if he did not come, he'll probably not hear her sing. So maybe it's a good thing, right? Or maybe not because his feelings are somersaulting.

Et dès que je l'aperçois

Alors je sens en moi

Mon cœur qui bat

She finished singing and smiled a bit.

"I know there's someone there." She said looking at his direction.

"You're not very good at hiding, you know? Tsukishima Kei-san." She told him, standing up and walking towards him.

'Huh!? How did she know?! And wait, did she called me by my name?!?!?!' Tsukishima was panicking on the inside but on the outside, he doesn't looked bother at all.

"Ehh~ and how did you know my name?" Tsukishima teases her, smirking.

"I asked my friend who are you since you're staring at me the other day." She straightforwardly said, not getting affected by his teasing and looking straight at his eyes.

Tsukishima got stunned at her words. His ears reddened due to embarrassment. Akemi saw this and laugh a bit.

'Even her laugh is captivating, the hell.' Tsukishima thought.

"Don't worry about that Tsukishima-kun, it doesn't bother me. I'm Kudō Akemi by the way, nice to meet you." She said reassuring the guy, looking at her watch.

"Oh! It's almost time. We gotta hurry if we want to make it in time." She told him. Getting her things hurriedly.

She was about to get past him when he held her wrist.

"Tsukishima Kei." He said looking away from her.

She got surprised by what he said and smiled when she recovered from the shocked.

"Hmm. Let's go back now Tsukishima-kun."

They walked side by side. Smiling in their minds.

-It's another timeskip-

Yachi was fidgeting in her sit while Kakashi-sensei discusses. She doesn't know how to tell Akemi that she told Kiyoko-san that she doesn't have a club yet and that they are having a trial membership today.

Akemi notices her and asked her what's wrong.

"Hitoka-chan are you okay? Do you want me to tell Kakashi-sensei that you're not feeling well?" She asked, worried that something might have happened with her friend.

"Uh! It's not like that Akemi-chan! I'll just tell you later." She answered, not looking at her friend.

"O-okay." She asked still hesitant with her answer.

After their class, Yachi pulled Akemi in a corner. Akemi was confused with how her friend was acting. Yachi is still hesitant to say something, so Akemi decided to ask.

"So, can you tell me what's wrong?" She asked, examining her friend's expression.

"Uhh, please don't get mad at me Akemi-chan. I kinda did something without your permission." Yachi said lowering her head.

"And what is it?" Akemi asks, now curious with what she'd done.

"I-ah there was a senpai who talked to me about joining their club since I still don't have one. And I kinda told her that you also don't have one, and now we're having a trial membership today and I just told you! I'm so sorry Akemi-chan! I'm such a bad friend, I'll understand if you don't want to be friends with me anymore!" She said teary-eyed. She's really ashamed of what she's done.

Akemi now understands what this is all about.

"Hitoka-chan it's okay. I understand why'd you do that. And I am thankful that you thought about me not joining a club. It's really fine. Yes, I know I don't really want to join one but it's still a trial membership right? So, it can't kill me if I come right? So it's really fine Hitoka-chan. And I still want to be friends with you." She said to her, explaining that it's really fine.

Yachi stared at her in bewilderment.

"AKEMI-CHAN!!!!" She exclaimed and cried, hugging her tightly.

"Now now, stop crying now Hitoka-chan." She comforts.

Yachi calmed down after a few minutes.

"Can you tell me which club is it now?" She asked her.

"It's the volleyball club. Kiyoko-san, the senpai who talked to me said that she'll come here after class and fetch us." Yachi told her.

"Oh, so it's right now. Guess we just have to wait then." She said looking around in hopes to find someone looking around.

'It's Tsukishima-kun and the others' club, eh? Well, guess it's just the way it is.' She thought leaning her back to the wall.

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Hey guys! This is where chapter 03 ended. Hope you have fun reading and give me some feedbacks to improve my writings! Thank you guys so much, lovelots❣

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But I Don’t Want to be a Sensei! Pt 2 (ARCHIVED)

Chapters 8, 9, & 10

Chapter 8: Don’t Mess with Yanagi

“Damnit Yanagi, have you seen my goggles?” Obito asked frantically as he shunshined all over the house looking for those stupid things. I rolled my eyes and ignored him as I guzzled down my morning tea. I didn't need ruckus this early in the morning, especially not when I was going to have to deal with Naruto later on in the day. It was always the same. Obito was always able to find his goggles on any normal day, but the rare days that his team got called for missions was when he lost the things.

I spoke, “Why does it matter? Rin knows you and Kakashi are going to be late. That's why she set the meeting at Godforsaken four in the morning.” If there was anyone who knew how to manipulate the Copy-nin and the Uchiha Prankster, it was Rin.

“Stop making snarky comments and help me, woman!” Was all my brother responded with.

Sighing I looked directly at the object he was looking for. Obito's battle goggles were laying on the kitchen table, where he always tossed them after his police squad finished for the day. I contemplated in telling Obito, but then that would take away the fun it would be to watch him tear apart the house looking for his goggles.

“Why do you even wear them anymore? It's not like you still have that eye problem.” I called. Obito had been born with some kind of defect that made his eyesight weak. When we were younger, his eyes would constantly dry out, forcing my brother to carry around an eyedropper and wear goggles to protect his sensitive eyes. When Obito finally activated his sharingan, the eye problem disappeared but he didn't stop wearing those stupid goggles.

Obito made some remark about his goggles being part of him or whatever. It's not like I ever understood what he was talking about half the time anyway. I knocked back the rest of my tea and turned around to set the cup by the full sink. My eye twitched at the sight. Reason Number 27 why Obito and I didn't get along: I was a clean freak and he wasn't.

“You forgot to do the dishes again!” I yelled as I made my way towards the door.

Obito poked his head out of my room, “That's not important right now, Yanagi. I need to find those goggles!”

I glared at him as I sat down to put on my sandals, “Well they're definitely not in my room. Have you even looked in the kitchen yet?” I heard Obito grumbling about something, but I chose to ignore it. Whatever he was saying would only piss me off anyway.

There was a spike of chakra that told me Obito was shunshining into the kitchen, followed by his exclaims of delight. I stood and retrieved my weapons pouch from the small table by the door where I had set it last night, trying to ignore the cheering coming from the kitchen. I was tempted to tell Obito to find a room, but that would only start another yelling match. It was too early in the morning for fighting.

“Bye! Have fun on your mission!” I called as I ran out the door and into the foggy predawn morning. For some odd reason I felt as if I were a genin again, eagerly running to meet my team and show off the cool new jutsu my brother had taught me the night before.

Not that I wanted to be around Team 7, of course.

Training ground six, where I trained my genin, was one of the lesser used training grounds that the Uchiha clan owned. Obito and I were normally the only ones who actually used it since it was the closest to our house, so making Team 7 meet there wouldn't be a hassle to anyone. I didn't need more of a headache than what I got by just standing in those brats' presence. Anyway, I liked training ground six. When it wasn't being used, the area was very quiet and peaceful. If one ignored the burn marks and notches in the woods from stray weapons, one could say it was very beautiful.

Settling myself in the crook of my favorite tree, I pulled out my book and opened it to the well-worn bookmark and began reading. I only had an hour of this peace before a certain knucklehead blonde came and ruined it with his loud mouth.

It wasn't long after I arrived that my first genin did. I had maybe read ten pages when I felt the presence of a puny amount of chakra. Well... puny to me. For a genin, that amount of chakra was quite a bit; but considering that I had two clan kids on the team it wasn't surprising they'd be more advance.

“Come out, come out.” I called softly, like the antagonist in children tales. Like I expected Hinata shuffled into my view, her cheeks dark with a blush and twiddling her fingers in anxiety. I easily leapt from the tree and landed in front of her, “You know we still have an hour until the team meets right?” I questioned.

Hinata just fidgeted nervously, “I-I...” She started then stopped, her throat working as she tried to spit out words and failed.

I raised an eyebrow, “I'm not going to bite.” I pointed out, feeling that I probably should. This poor kid was obviously terrified of me. I wondered what I did to make her so nervous, I hadn't been that bad... hadn't I? I waited for a little longer, but when it was obvious she wasn't going to make a peep, I rolled my eyes, “Well, it's a good thing you are here early, now we have an hour to get rid of that shyness. Sit.” I put a hand on her slight shoulder and pressed down, making the girl sit on the dewy grass.

“Here.” I said and shoved a book into her hands. Hinata looked down at the cover and immediately blanched, so she recognized it. I laughed, “Best way to get over shyness, read that book.” I said.

Hinata swayed, looking faint. I rolled my eyes again and snatched my brother's copy of Icha Icha from her hands, “Alright, maybe not.” I said and tossed the book over my shoulder, not caring where it landed. I had planned to rip the pages it out and make wallpaper for Obito's room, but I didn't want to touch the book longer than necessary. Sitting down in front of the shy Hyuuga heiress I tried a different route, “Did you know when I was in the police force I had a teammate who talked less than you?”

Pearl colored eyes glanced up at me nervously, as if I were some type of monster luring her into a false sense of security. I decided to ignore her look and continued talking like she wasn't there, “Yep, his name is Uchiha Ibo. He's extremely shy, more so than you. He uses hand signs to communicate.” Hinata seemed surprised that, for whatever reason. I guess it was surprising to hear that someone was worse than she was.

I clapped my hands loudly, making Hinata jump, “Right then. You're a kunoichi, so you're going to have to get over that shyness one day. Best start early before you're stuck in a jam because you put this off. Any questions before we begin?”

“D-did y-y-you h-ha-have p-p-prob-problems?” Hinata asked shakily.

“Are you kidding? Obito-nii would have beaten any shyness out of me before I was five.” I deadpanned. It was probably true. I'd never know since I grew up assertive and stubborn, being an Uchiha branded that personality into me at an early age. I honestly didn't know how Ibo had managed to keep on to his timid nature for so long. The clan saw timidity as a weakness, so to find a twenty year old man who rarely spoke and blushed almost constantly was a rare find. “Now, first lesson of the day...”

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“S-sensei?” Hinata asked later that day, while we, or rather they, were cleaning out the dumpsters behind one of the Akimichi restaurants.

I ignored her and continued to read my book.

“S-sensei...?” Oh great, she was even more hesitate now. I kept my eyes firmly glued to my book, taking note that Sasuke and Naruto were pausing in their work to watch Hinata. I had told Hinata that I wouldn't speak to her unless she addressed me without stuttering. Until she said 'sensei' without stuttering I wasn't going to look up from my book.

“S-s-sensei?” Nope. Ignore.

“Hey! Hinata-chan is talking to you!” Argh, I should have known Naruto would butt in. It would be uncharacteristic of him not to. He wouldn't be Naruto without messing up something. Still I wasn't going to say a word until I got what I wanted. These kids would soon learn that no one could break my silence treatments.

“Sss...ensei?” That was better, but not perfect. I licked my thumb and flipped a page of my book. I flicked my eyes briefly towards Hinata, enough to show that I was listening but not enough to acknowledge she was actually speaking. Hinata would know what I meant. The girl took a deep shaking breath and said, slowly, “Sensei?”

I finally turned my full attention on her, “Yes, Hinata?”

“C-can,” My eyes narrowed and she blushed red before starting over, “Can I... ask you a q...estion?” The Hyuuga heiress managed. I rolled my eyes at her almost mistake and waved my hand for her to continue, “W...hy do we... h-ave to... to do mi...ssions? Won't y-ou t...each us some-something?” I frowned at the stuttering towards the end.

I stood from my seat on a pile of wood pushed up against the back fence, “Tired of D-rank missions already?” I asked amused.

Sasuke and Hinata said nothing, but their expressions said 'yes'. Naruto was more vocal about his opinion, “Yeah! These don't teach us anything! I want to get out there and fight some bad guys!” He said pumping his fist to show his eagerness.

Sighing, I pressed my fingers to my forehead and shook my head sadly. Woe to those who has to deal with Naruto. “Slow down, brat, you'll get killed that way.”

“But if you teach us, then we won't get killed!” Naruto snapped back.

“No matter how much I teach you, that kind of recklessness can get you killed.”

“Won't! I'm going to be the Hokage!” Naruto yelled childishly. And just was did that have to do with getting killed on a mission? I could tell him that there were thousands of people who wanted to become Hokage and they all died before their first B-rank mission because they had the same reckless behavior Naruto did. But I didn't since I wasn't that cruel.

I gave up on the argument, since it was futile to argue with stupidity, “Keep telling yourself that, kid. I'm going to enjoy laughing at your failure at tree walking.”

“Hey! I won't fail at... wait, are you going to teach us something?!” Man, if anyone needed to have something announce, they should just hire the Kyuubi brat. I swear the people in Kumogakure could hear him.

“That's what I said, didn't I?” I questioned dryly with a raised eyebrow.

Naruto leapt into the air with joy, whooping and cheering that he was going to learn an awesome new jutsu while Hinata and Sasuke looked mildly excited. I guess doing chores all day was really getting to them.

“Alright, finish up this mission then I'll teach you tree walking.” I should have known disaster would strike then. What would Team 7 be if a mission went without incident?

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“Tree walking is one of the hardest but most common chakra controlling exercise. It's also the first step to water walking, which is an essential tool in many fights.” I started, glaring at Naruto when he opened his mouth to interrupt me. The boy immediately quelled under my harsh gaze and didn't speak. I waited a moment to be sure that he didn't go ahead and interrupt before I continued, “To walk up a tree, you must use the right amount of chakra to stick your foot to the tree; too much and the tree explodes underneath you, too little and you slip and fall. Observe.” I turned and walked up the tree I was leaning on with ease. Though tree walking wasn't as commonly used in combat as water walking, it was still useful–mostly as a way of traveling through trees. Especially in Konoha. I turned to face my team with I was a good two meters up the tree trunk, “Any questions?”

“Yeah, what the heck does this have to do with learning kickass jutsus?!” Of course it was Naruto.

I leapt off the tree and landed in front of the three genin again, “Simple. In battle, ninja fight with jutsus. Jutsus require chakra to perform. Having good chakra control enables the user to perform jutsus to their maximum efficiency without wasting any chakra. Thus it also gives the user more chakra to use in a battle. Understand?” All three shook their head 'no'. I sighed, well damn it. Why did I get stuck with the stupid kids?

“Look think of it this way, say a person can use about twenty different jutsus with medium damage in a battle without learning to control their chakra. If that person does learn chakra control, they can boost the number of jutsus they perform from twenty to say... thirty as well as boosting the power of their jutsus. Learning chakra control also is essential to learning medical ninjutsu and Konoha has a rule that there must be a medic nin on each team. One of you will be learning medical ninjutsu as well.” I stared right at Hinata when I said that. The kunoichi was usually the one who learned medical ninjutsu since women have better control than most men.

Naruto, being the dramatic brat that he was, groaned exaggeratedly and fell back on his back, “But why?” He persisted.

My eyebrow started twitching in irritation. Up until now I had been almost civil to the brats, they were highly amusing after all, but my patience was starting to wear thin... not that I had that much to begin with anyway. In a sharp voice I started counting off the benefits to tree walking, “Increases chakra control, gives you better balance, can be used in battle, is the first stepping stone in walking on water...”

There was a slight breeze that suddenly shot past me. Being a jounin I immediately flinched to the right, automatically thinking that I was being attacked. I spun around, hand already going for my kunai pouch in preparation for whatever came at me. Instead all I got was the sight of Naruto's blazing orange back racing towards the tree I had walked up.

He got three steps before falling flat on his back. I didn't even feel a spike of chakra coming from the untrained genin. By the time someone reached my level of experience, even lower actually, there was hardly a sign that they were focusing chakra to their feet. A genin however, especially a dead last like Naruto, needed time to focus their chakra.

“You didn't even use chakra, did you?” I questioned dryly, already knowing the answer.

Naruto went from rubbing the back of his head and grimacing in pain to shouting at me, “That was just a practice run!”

This kid was just like Denryoku...

“Sure it was, brat. Now why don't you try for real this time. Focus your chakra first, then run for the tree. You'll get better results.” I said before glancing at Sasuke and Hinata. They hadn't moved from where they were. As a Hyuuga and an Uchiha they should have already been introduced to exercises similar to tree walking, especially Hinata whose clan fighting style relied on strong chakra control. “Alright you two, practice even if you already know it.” I said and the two kids strode after Naruto.

I sat down where I stood and pulled out my book. Now that the brats were occupied with training, I could finish it.

vvv 3rd POV~ Sasuke vvv

“Hey...” Naruto said in a creepy mysterious voice. Both Hinata and Sasuke stopped practicing their tree walking to look at the blonde. Of all three of them, Naruto was the most bruised since he had no prior training. Sasuke fared a little better, his clan focused more on ninjutsu than building stamina; while Hinata remained unscathed.

Naruto looked to the right then left in a shifty manner, “What do you think Frizzy-sensei reads? She's always reading that book.” He whispered, jerking his thumb over his shoulder towards their oblivious sensei.

Sasuke had to admit that he was curious. He hardly knew anything about either of his cousins, other than that they were related to him through Kaa-chan and that both were extremely ill tempered. For some reason, Obito and Yanagi didn't get along with Otou-san; but why exactly, Sasuke didn't know.

“Shisui says that Obito-itoko reads perverted books.” Sasuke said, mostly to himself. The navy haired Uchiha glanced at his sensei/cousin, could she...?

“Eh? Who's Obito?” Naruto asked, his eyes squinting in confusion.

Surprisingly it was Hinata who answered, “O-O-Obito i-i-i-is S-sen-sensei's b-b-b-b-b-bro-broth-brother.” She managed to wring out, blushing red. Sasuke was tempted to tell her not to try and talk to Naruto. Hinata risked fainting every time she even looked at her crush. How Naruto hadn't noticed their teammates affection yet was beyond Sasuke.

“Oh... then who's Shisui?”

Sasuke rolled his eyes, “Shisui is my Aniki's best friend. He is close to Obito-itoko. Shisui says that Obito and Kakashi-san read Icha Icha all the time. It's their favorite book series.”

Hinata was turning even more red. Sasuke glanced at his female teammate curiously. Normally she only blushed when she was thinking about Naruto, or speaking to him, or looking at him, or hearing his voice... basically anytime Naruto was within ten feet of her. So why was she blushing now when all Sasuke did was mention a book series?

Shrugging it off as strange girl behavior, Sasuke continued, “Do you think that sensei might read the same thing?”

Naruto started snickering, “I knew there was something weird about her!” He said between snorts. Then he suddenly lit up with an idea. Sasuke had learned already that that usually didn't bode well for the team's health or sanity. “Hey, what if we...” More shifty looks, “found out if she does read those smutty books?”

Sasuke had a mild panic attack. Trying to go against Yanagi would be like trying to prank Obito: suicidal. Sasuke had already learned his lessons about messing with his cousins and he didn't wish to repeat either of them.

Bamf!

Hinata fainted, of course. Luckily Sasuke managed to catch her before she hit her head on the ground. He glared at Naruto, “Do you have a death wish?” It wasn't that he feared Yanagi; but he had noticed that everyone in the clan, save very few people, usually took steps to avoid her when Yanagi was pissed. Caution was always a good trait to have when you're a shinobi.

“Of course not! Frizzy-sensei can't be that bad.” Naruto defended hotly. Then he immediately went back into his 'scheming mode' “Now... here is what I was thinking we should do.”

Why Sasuke even listened, he'd never know. But the young Uchiha had to admit that his blonde teammate did have a talent for pranking. Though... it was no where near as good as Obito's talent.

vvv Normal POV vvv

“Sensei?” I glanced up at Naruto and raised an eyebrow. The kid's expression was uncharacteristically serious. I automatically suspected something.

“There's no way you're finished with the exercise.” I said, my voice carefully void of all suspicion. I had learned from growing up with Obito that you never let the prankster know that you know they're up to something. Besides, with Naruto's one track mind, I might be able to distract him.

No dice.

Naturally, being an Uchiha and a powerful jounin, I refuse to admit to anyone what happened next. One minute the Kyuubi brat was standing in front of me, almost frowning, and the next he was tearing across the training grounds with my book in his hands. It took me a second for it to click that some damn newly made genin just stole something right out from under my nose.

Someone was going to die.

“UZUMAKI NARUTO!!!” I roared as I shot to my feet. I was delicate for both my height and age–I barely looked like a proper jounin let alone a chunnin–but I had a pair of lungs courtesy of having a fire chakra nature. All shinobi with Katon ninjutsu had to have a healthy set of lungs, especially to pull of the Uchiha style Grand Fireball technique.

Plus growing up with Nii-san helped too.

I had nearly caught the damned brat when he tossed the book across the clearing to Sasuke. If I wasn't so pissed I'd be impressed by his arm strength. My cousin caught the book easily and leapt up into the trees, taking off to a destination unknown. I shunshined twice to narrow the gap between us and reached out to grab the brat by his Uchiha collar. I'd never understand why most of my kinsmen liked those stupid high collar shirts.

Sasuke stopped abruptly and dropped the book, letting it fall towards the ground, before evading my grip. Great. Now I had to change trajectory and free fall to grab my book.

I was going to murder whoever thought this was a good idea.

Three Narutos passed in below me, one nabbing the book out of the air while the other two stalled me for a brief moment, allowing the first Naruto to gain distance. What made matters even worse, they started jeering at me. I glared and grabbed the Naruto to my right and swung him into his partner. They both disappeared in a puff of smoke. That took me by surprise. I hadn't known that Naruto could create shadow clones.

Maybe he wasn't such a dead last after all...

But he was still dead.

Shunshining closer to the culprit who had my book I yelled out, “Stop right there or else!”

Naruto grinned at me over his shoulder, “What will you do? You can't even catch me!” He teased. I stopped on the branch I had just landed on and watched with a flat expression as the still mocking Naruto slammed into a tree.

I take it back. He was a dead last for sure, he just had a very unexpected high ranked jutsu in his arsenal. And probably the only one too.

“You gonna hand the book over now? Or do I have to get serious?” I asked boredly, my arms crossed over my chest, when Naruto finally caught his bearings.

The kid squinted at me, “What is this book, anyway?” He asked curiously. I was surprised he didn't think to open it and look for himself; but he was dumb enough that I doubted he knew how to even open a book.

“Hand it over and we'll forget this stupidity on your part.” I said, holding out my hand for my book, “You won't ever bring it up and I won't make your life hell, alright?”

He tried to open the book.

I snatched it from him before he could read the characters on the page. For extra precaution I stuffed the thin volume down my flak vest, not trusting my genin to try and sneak into my weapons pouch where I normally kept it. Without a word I turned away from Naruto, who was blinking dumbly at his suddenly empty hands.

I was so signing them up for the 'Retrieve Tora' mission tomorrow. I deserved some damn entertainment after this stupid stunt!

Chapter 9: Cats, Aunts, and B-ranks, Oh My!

“Good job team! Real nice action out there today.” I said cheerfully as Team 7 walked back to the Missions Assignment Office after a hard day's work of one D-rank mission. Though, considering it was the infamous 'Retrieve Tora' mission, I guess I couldn't blame them for taking all day. Honestly, some teams took weeks to capture Tora.

I heard Sasuke mumble behind me, “Why do I get the feeling Sensei enjoyed this?” I ignored his comment, since it was true. I loved watching Naruto getting beaten by a cat, again; I had a feeling the blonde was starting to really hate cats. Especially after he nearly deafened the rest of Team 7 with his declaration of loathing cats for all eternity.

...Shouldn't have stolen my book yesterday.

Naruto answered Sasuke's rhetorical question in a much louder voice that I couldn't ignore, “Because Frizzy-sensei is in league with the devil! Look at her, Sensei is holding that demon cat!” It was true, Tora was purring happily in my arms, not at all like the creature who just kicked Naruto's skinny ass into next week.

And if Naruto called me 'Frizzy-sensei' again, I was going to kick him into the next century.

“Oh Tora, my precious baby! You must have been so scared!” The Daimyo's wife cooed when we returned Tora to his owner. “Mommy was so worried about his fuzzy little face! Oooooo I'll never let you out of my sight again~!”

Naruto laughed, “Ha! That kitty deserves to be squashed.”

My eye twitched and I contemplated on swatting the blonde upside the head, but decided against it with both the Hokage and Iruka in the room. They were too overly protective over Naruto that I couldn't get away with hitting the idiot. Especially Iruka, he had a trick that he could use to get revenge. The guy knew about my silent treatment towards Shisui; if I hit Naruto I didn't doubt that Iruka would sic Shisui on me in retaliation.

While the Daimyo's wife, Lady Shizimi, continued to smother her cat with affection, the Hokage began reading off more missions. Babysitting, shopping, gardening... the normal boring D-rank stuff.

“Noooooo!” Naruto whined, putting his forearms up to make an 'X'. I glared at him for interrupting the Hokage. “I wanna go on a real mission! Something challenging and exciting, not this kids' stuff!” I frowned a little, thinking what I could do to make Naruto's life more interesting, since he obviously thought everything he was doing was 'kid stuff'. And by interesting, I meant more entertaining for me. Maybe if I made his life hell enough now, he wouldn't beg for a higher ranked mission.

I glanced at the two silent clan kids. Sasuke was ready to go on C-rank missions, I'd admit that. But Hinata was nowhere near ready. While the girl was more advance in training than the boys, her personality was a major fall back. Hinata wouldn't last well outside the village, she'd probably faint when a rabbit hopped across her path! Still C-rank missions were simple. There was supposed to be little or no enemies on C-ranks, in fact C-ranks were generally just D-ranked missions that went outside the village. Maybe Hinata wouldn't do so bad on it...

I punched Naruto in the head when he started yelling at Iruka about D-ranks not being real missions, causing the brat to facefault. “Cork it, kid.” I said flatly. Ha! Now Iruka wouldn't get mad at me for hitting Naruto since I was only controlling the rowdy brat's behavior. While I watched the blonde whine and moan, though I didn't hit him nearly as hard as he was making it out to be, the Hokage began another monotone speech.

Ugh. Kill me now.

Immediately Naruto turned his back on the Hokage and began talking about the ramen he had over the past week. Out of sheer boredom, I listen to him. Hinata was the only one really listening to him though, Sasuke and I were doing it so we didn't have to hear the Hokage drone on and on.

“Silence!” Hiruzen snapped, though not very loud. He didn't seem like the person to actually yell–at least to people who didn't really know him. Hinata jumped like she had gotten caught drinking heavy sake or something; the rest of us just turned our attention casually back on Hiruzen.

I glanced at the Hokage, “...Sorry.” I said in a 'not-so-sorry' tone. If the Hokage wanted people to listen, then he should really learn to put inflection in his voice.

Naruto, still sitting for some stupid reason, turned back around, “You're always lecturing me like you're my grandfather or something,” Well... he kind of was. Naruto did call the Hokage 'jiji' sometimes, “but I'm not the little brat who used to pull pranks all the time!” Oh really? Than was do you call yesterday? “I'm a ninja now and I want a real mission!” After the somewhat speech, Naruto crossed his arms with a childish pout and turned around again. Whatever credibility he had just made, it was thrown out the window by his actions.

I sighed and wondered why the karma demons hated me to much.

The Hokage laughed. I mentally cringed, that laugh meant that I wasn't going to like what came next. “Naruto wants us to know that he's a former brat, and he wants a mission... so be it.” Cue surprised looks from all three genin and a groan from me, “Since you're so determined I'm going to give you a C-ranked mission. You'll be bodyguards on a journey.”

Damn it. I hated when I was right.

Naruto cheered and leapt up, “YES! Who? Who are we guarding? A princess?! Or some big league councilor?”

The Hokage still have that evil smirk on his face as he said, “I'll bring him in now. Send our visitor in.” He called a little louder.

The door behind us opened and we all turned to see a wizened old man, though he was younger than the Hokage, come stumbling in with a sake bottle hanging loosely in his grip. “Wha tha? A bunch of snot nosed kids?!” I raised an eyebrow, it wasn't even noon and already he was drunk. I liked sake as much as the next person, but I drew the line at being drunk during the day. The client took a swig of his sake and pointed to the team, “And you, the short one with the idiot face, you expect me to believe you're a ninja?”

I glanced at my team and smirked. Naruto was the shortest, even Hinata was a full inch taller than him. The kid predictably cracked up and glanced at his two teammates, not understanding that he was the one our client was talking about. I had to hold Naruto back when it finally dawned on him that Mr. Drunk was talking about him.

“You can't kill the client if he's annoying, Naruto... that's my job.” I said patiently as I griped the struggling genin by his appalling orange jacket. I could feel the Hokage and Iruka's equally disapproving looks drilling into my back. I ignored them.

The drunk introduced himself as Tazuna, a bridge builder from the Land of Waves. He gave a nasty little speech about protecting him even if it cost us our lives. I glared at him for that. I believed in sacrificing yourself for the life of a friend just like anyone else; but it was an automatic 'screw you' if someone who wasn't my superior, namely the Hokage, was telling me to give my life for them.

I wondered if the Hokage would dock my pay if I hogtied the man and dragged him to the Land of Waves by his hair.

Nah, better not; it'd set a bad example for the kiddies.

Snapping my fingers, I brought all attention to me, “Alright, we leave at three this afternoon. Go pack for a month long mission, and be at the gate by three or you can stay in Konoha. Sasuke, you're escorting the Grandpa Drunk around. Keep an eye on him. Now all of you shoo.” Sasuke was probably the only one who could handle being around Tazuna without trying to kill him or fainting. I completely ignored Tazuna's indignant shouts and Naruto's laugh as the four of them filed out of the room.

Hiruzen gave me a brief rundown of the mission: Team 7 would escort Tazuna to the Land of Waves, protecting him from any bandits we might come across, then act as a bodyguards as he and his men finished the bridge that would 'change the world' or whatever. When the Hokage finished his briefing, I gave a small bow and left.

The Daimyo's wife was still in the hall when I closed the door behind me. Tora had long since stopped struggling and coiled up in his owner's arms, purring like he hadn't been trying to escape. I smirked and gave a small bow, “Always a pleasure, my lady.” I said, meaning it.

The woman gave me a smirk that equaled my own, “Oh dearie, you know I love teasing genin. Both me and my precious Tora.” Lady Shizimi enjoyed screwing with impressionable minds almost as much as I did. It was one of the reasons why she and I got along so well. After all, there weren't many women out there who would purposefully train cats–all named Tora of course–to give newly made genin hell. It was almost a rite of passage for genin to take on the infamous 'Retrieve Tora' mission. Even Obito said that Minato mentioned doing the mission when he was a genin; though if I remember correctly it had been another Daimyo's wife, not Lady Shizimi, who had 'lost' Tora.

vvv

The house was empty when I got there. Obito didn't say how long his mission with Rin and Kakashi would be, but when the best jounin squad was called out on a mission, they could be gone for months. Seriously, what kind of mission required the best medic Konohagakure had, an ANBU captain, and an infiltration expert? Whatever it was, it had better be preventing another damn war.

I went to my room and pulled out my ready made mission pack I kept under the bed. Being a jounin and one of the top most powerful Uchiha, I was used to having missions at the drop of a hat so I always kept a mission pack ready just in case I was called out. Slinging my pack over one shoulder and grabbing my haiti-ate that I wore only when outside Konoha, I went to the kitchen to scribble a quick note for Obito in case he got back before I did.

Gone on C-rank with genin brats.

I won't interact with any men.

Don't look for my candy stash, it's hidden.

Hit Shisui for me.

And yourself.

And Kakashi.

Tell everyone I hate them.

~Yanagi

I took a kunai that needed to be sharpened and impaled the note to the kitchen table so Obito would see it. He hated it when I did that. Nii-san was weird about cuts in the table for some reason. Something about the table being the only thing we had of our parents left.

Whatever. Our parents died before I turned three, so I didn't care.

I still had two hours before we left. I was a stickler for being early and all, but even two hours was too much for me. Besides, it was lunchtime, I could eat something before we headed out; but with Kakashi gone with Obito I had no one to eat with. I wasn't keen on eating by myself, too many men tried to flirt with me when I was by myself. I might not like Obito being an overprotective troll of a brother, but I hated flirty men who didn't get the hint that I wasn't interested even more.

Still... I did have one option.

“Sensei?” Sasuke questioned when he opened the door. By the look of his face, I think I successfully stumped the kid. It wasn't a secret that Fugaku detested me and my brother and visa-versa; as a result Obito and I avoided from the Uchiha Main House like the plague.

I gave my student/cousin a blank look, “Is your dad home?” I asked boredly. Sasuke shook his head 'no' and I grinned, “Perfect. Then I'm staying for lunch.” Mikoto had giving Nii-san and I an open invitation to come over for meals at anytime. But we usually declined because Fugaku was there. While I loved my aunt, I didn't want anything to do with her husband.

Before Sasuke could answer I ducked around him and took off my sandals. As I pulled my gloves off, I looked at the still somewhat dumbfounded Sasuke out of the corner of my eye, “Where's Grandpa Drunk?” Please tell me he was tied up like a dog. Please tell me he was tied up like a dog. Please tell me he was tied up like a dog-

“HEY! You've gotta awfully lot of guts calling me names!”

Damn it.

I glared at Tazuna who was in the hallway glaring right back at me. Behind him Itachi stood giving me a sort of disapproving blank look. I honestly didn't know how my cousin could do that. Glares normally didn't bother me, but Itachi had a way of getting under my skin with his staring, even when he was still a brat just learning to walk. I eventually found a way to bypass Itachi's stares, by accusing someone of bothering Sasuke they got the brunt of Itachi's looks and I got to sneak away with my dignity.

“Like you have guts calling my students idiots?” I asked Tazuna in a false sweet tone. Okay so he only called Naruto an idiot, but it was worth stretching the truth to see Itachi full out glare at Tazuna while the drunk broke out in a sweat. Ruffling Sasuke's hair as I walked past him–didn't want the preteen to feel left out–I headed for the kitchen, calling out for my aunt.

To say that Mikoto-oba left the stove to hug me when I stepped into her domain was saying something. That woman wouldn't leave the kitchen if the Kyuubi attacked again... maybe. I really didn't want to test the theory though. “Yanagi! Sasuke told me you're his sensei, I hope you're not going easy on him.” Mikoto-oba said when she finally let me go.

I grinned evilly, “Of course not.” I joked, “But don't worry, I'm not singling him out for torture. All three of them get the same evil treatment.” I continued lightly. Mikoto laughed. That was the reason while I liked my aunt. Unlike the rest of our family, hell the entire clan really, Mikoto had a sense of humor. She didn't get offended over a joke... unlike two certain cousins who were glaring at me.

Little brats.

I shot Itachi and Sasuke a disdainful look before smirking and turning back to my aunt. There was one topic that made the two extremely uncomfortable. Well, at least Itachi; I didn't have much interaction with Sasuke until I became his jounin sensei. “So... any good prospect for the boys?” Itachi seemed to be choking on air behind me, but I ignored him.

Wasn't my fault that Mikoto's hobby was matchmaking.

My question launched a full hour of listening to Mikoto spouting about all the different prospects of potential girlfriends and their advantages and disadvantages. Tazuna and I got a kick out of it while the Uchiha brothers were pretty much trying to murder me with glares. I'd chalk it up as dinner and a show.

“So, what about you Yanagi? Do you have a man yet?” Mikoto asked once she finished her rant that took up the majority of lunch. The downfall of asking my aunt about her hobby, she started playing matchmaker on me.

My amused expression fell flat, “No.”

“What?! Yanagi, you're in the prime of your life! You should live a little before you become old like me.”

“You're not old, Mikoto-oba!”

“Don't change the subject! Why aren't you dating?” Mikoto demanded, glaring at me darkly. I blanched. If there was one person who truly scared me, it was my aunt. I doggedly ignored Sasuke's quiet snickering across the table from me.

“Talk to Obito-nii. He's still an overprotective prick.”

“Don't call your brother a prick.”

“Yes mother.”

“And I'll talk to Obito.”

“I never said I wanted to date anyone!”

By Mikoto's expression, one would think I had just said that Itachi and Sasuke were committing incest. Slowly her horrified expression turned into fury. I was in trouble now. I stood up and grabbed Tazuna and Sasuke by the backs of their shirt collars, “Gotta go. Mission. Bye!” I said quickly then bodily dragged my two meat shields from the house.

vvv

“Yeeaaaaah! Alright!” Naruto screeched the moment he stepped outside the village gates. The rest of us just stared at him.

Hinata, surprisingly, was the one to ask what everyone was thinking albeit more politely, “W-what is it, N-Naruto-k-k-kun?” Well at least she wasn't taking a minute just to stutter out a word anymore.

The blonde Kyuubi brat began looking around exaggeratedly, jumping around the well worn road that lead to Konoha's gates, “This is the first time I've ever been outside the village! I'm a traveler now, believe it!” The kid exclaimed then began laughing like a loon.

There wasn't a word good enough to describe his stupidity.

Tazuna look at me, “Hey, am I supposed to trust my life to this runt? He's a joke!” I noticed that Naruto stiffened up as he overheard the drunk.

I gave the man a Kakashi-style eye smile, “Oh don't worry about that. I'm a jounin so I'll be able to protect you should the need arise. What you do need to worry about is if idiocy is contagious; I hear Grandpa Drunks catch it very easily.” I said cheerfully.

“HEY!” Two equally offended people shouted. Three guesses on who. Sasuke was giving me a look that said 'no matter what you say, I'm not related to you' while Hinata looked horrified for some odd reason. I only giggled at their faces.

Walking forward I grabbed Naruto's backpack straps, “Come on. I don't want to be late.” I said mildly as I began dragging Naruto behind me. He was too busy shouting at Tazuna about being Hokage to pay attention anyway. Besides, he'd probably attack the client if I let him go.

…

“...and then I had beef ramen again for lunch. I really like the beef, but my favorite is pork ramen! Though miso ramen is another good one! I also like naruto better than menma in my ramen because I'm named Naruto! Plus menma tastes nasty, it's like I'm eating grass instead of yummy naruto! Last week Iruka took me to Ichiraku ramen again, that place is so great! I like it better than the instant noodles I used to eat when I was in the Academy. When I become Hokage, I'm going to eat Ichiraku ramen all day long and-”

“That's unhealthy.” I broke in. From the relieved sighs, I was guessing that everyone else, even Hinata, were glad for a break in the three hour long ramen speech.

Naruto looked up at me confused, “Huh?”

I gave him a flat look out of the corner of my eye, “Eating nothing but ramen is unhealthy. You should add vegetables and fruits to your diet. I'd say stop eating ramen altogether, but that's not going to happen.” I added the last part under my breath so Naruto couldn't hear me. If he did the brat would no doubt go into a long rant about the pros of ramen.

Naruto stuck his tongue out and made a face, “Ewww! Vegetables are gross.” He said childishly.

“Only if you don't cook them right.” I snapped right back.

“No they wouldn't! They'd still be gross.”

I leaned down so that my face was inches from the squinty eyed kid, “Oh really? Listen here, Obito Mini-me, my brother doesn't like vegetables either but he likes the way I fix them.”

“I'M NOT HIS MINI-ME!!”

“Actually... you kinda are.” Sasuke suddenly piped up. Naruto and I turned to my cousin to see him looking Naruto up and down. By the contemplating look on his face, I'd say that Sasuke was making many connections between the Kyuubi brat and my annoying Nii-san.

Naruto turned red with anger and slammed his foot into the ground, “Listen here, teme, I am not that creep's Mini-me! We are nothing alike!” I sighed as Sasuke vs Naruto Round 254 started. And yes, I was keeping count.

Hinata and Tazuna exchanged confused looked, not known Obito on a more personal level like the three of us did. I grabbed the two arguing boys heads and turned them forward, making the two keep walking. I was not going to stop for every time Naruto decided to pick a fight with Tazuna, Sasuke or me. He can learn to walk and talk like the rest of us.

“T-Tazuna-san?” Hinata asked several minutes later after Naruto and Sasuke went to sulk in their separate 'corners'.

Grandpa Drunk swallowed his gulp of sake and turned to the shy Hyuuga, “Yeah?” Hinata asked something about the Land of Waves, but I wasn't paying attention. My eyes were on that sake bottle of Tazuna's. I was going to be an alcoholic if I had to continue to deal with Naruto's idiocy, that much I was certain of. Might as well start now... if I could get a hold of that bottle that is...

“S-ensei?” Hinata questioned, pulling me out of my alcohol musings. I looked at my nervous student and raised an eyebrow. “A-are there any nin...ja in the L-and of W-waves?” She managed to say without stuttering too much. Well it was better than when she graduated at least.

Wait, I had to do a lesson didn't I? Weren't they supposed to learn this in school?! “No, not in the Land of Waves; though in some other countries there are hidden villages. Having a hidden village means having shinobi. But there's not a hidden village anywhere in the Land of Waves. There are five great nations that have a hidden villages: the Lands of Fire, Earth, Wind, Water, and Lightning. There are smaller countries that have hidden villages, but they don't have a Kage. The Kages are the leaders of the hidden villages in the Five Great Nations. Konoha has the Hokage. There's also the Tsuchikage, Kazekage, Mizukage and Raikage. Those five are the rulers of thousands of ninja in their own country. Got it?” Quickest rundown on hidden villages and shinobi ever.

“So-so Lord H-hokage is r-r-eally important?” Hinata asked when I finished my spiel. I look at her, then at the two boys. From their expressions, I could tell that none of them were thinking really highly of the Hokage at the moment. But who could blame them, for all they knew the Hokage was just a grandfather figure. Not the war general the adults in Konoha knew.

Still I wasn't going to let them get away with it, it was a golden opportunity to scold the lot of them, “You're doubting the Hokage aren't you?” I asked sternly, my hands going to my hips. All three kids looked away sheepishly. I rolled my eyes, they were just making it obvious. I put my hand on Hinata's head, “Still. Don't worry about any foreign ninja. This is a C-rank, there's hardly ever and confrontations on a C-rank mission.” That seemed to take a load off the three.

Was it just me or was Tazuna stiffening up?

vvv

It was relatively quiet now. Naruto wasn't rambling on about ramen and Hinata wasn't pestering Tazuna with stuttered questions. The only sounds were the happy songs of birds in the trees and the footsteps of five people. I was tempted to take my book out and start reading, or possibly get into Tazuna's sake stash, but something was telling me not to. Twelve years as a kunoichi taught you to listen to your instincts. Man, if it was me just being paranoid again I was going to strangle myself.

My three genin walked right past a puddle and didn't even look down; Tazuna didn't notice it either. As they should have. Puddles were meant to be inconspicuous and overlooked.

Damn it. I hate puddles.

“Hold up!” I called. My four companions turned around in enough time to see me bending over as if to readjust my left sandal strap. Out of view, my Sharingan activated and gave a quick spin before darkening back into obsidian.

Try getting out of an Area of Effect genjutsu now, suckers.

While everyone was under the genjutsu I shunshined into the treeline and watched as the chunnin level Kiri nins, if their headbands were anything to go by, leapt out of that damn puddle and used their chains to cut 'me' to ribbons. Literally.

Ugh. I hate Bloody Mist nins.

Both nuke-nins went after Naruto, who was too busy screaming my name to pay attention to the Kiri nins. He froze in fear, predictably since Naruto was only a genin with no previous battle training, as the two nuke-nins came for him. Their chains were still dripping in 'my' blood. My cheek twitched a little, maybe the genjutsu I had cast was a little too gruesome for genin. I tensed, ready to intervene and screw the plan, when Sasuke jumped out of no where and pinned the nuke-nins' chains to a nearby tree.

Guess clan training/torture does come in handy sometimes.

Using taijutsu, Sasuke managed to kick the Kiri nuke-nins back and thus breaking their chains in the process. The two attackers recovered quickly, as expected from chunnin level shinobi, and went for Naruto again. I frowned, wondering what their motive was. Were the two really after the Kyuubi, or were they just clearing out the competition before they went after the real target? Regardless of their true target, it would have been strategical to finish Sasuke off since he was the higher threat.

One of the shinobi broke off and went for Tazuna and Hinata. The Hyuuga whimpered plaintively and stood in front of Tazuna, the kunai in her hands shaking so badly I doubted she would be able to even hit the enemy if he was two inches in front of her. She didn't move as the enemy reached out with his clawed gauntlet for... Tazuna behind her.

So Tazuna was the real target.

Sasuke leapt in front of Hinata, arms wide, intending to take the blow that wasn't even going for the Hyuuga heiress. Then I saw the glove move slightly down so it would stab straight through Sasuke and possibly through Hinata as well. Killing two birds with one stone, as it were. Shit shit shit shit! If they did hit Hinata and Sasuke it would ruin the genjutsu!

I shunshined out of my hiding place and grabbed the nuke-nin going for the brats and bodily swung him into his partner. They both went rolling head over tail before crashing head first into the tree that Sasuke had previously pinned their chains to. I shunshined after them, grabbed the chains and tied the annoying piss-ants up using their own weapons. If they happened to get cut with their poisons chains, too bad so sad.

Dusting my hands off to get rid of their filth I turned back to the group, all of whom were staring at me like they had seen a ghost.

Oh wait...

I put up two fingers and exclaimed, “Kai!” The world we were standing in dissolved away, 'my' nasty and very gruesome remains disappearing along with Naruto's scratch from the shinobi that attacked him. The nuke-nin twitched, “Y-You mean it was just a genjutsu?!” The one of the right with the darker clothing asked.

“Well yeah... what did you expect when fighting an Uchiha?” I said as if it were obvious. Which it should have been. I looked back at my team, “Nice work Sasuke, very smooth.” I complimented. After taking on two chunnin level nuke-nins and actually giving them trouble for a few seconds, my cousin deserved some praise from me. The others... not so much. Though Hinata did stand her ground instead of fleeing. “I'm proud of you too Hinata. That was very brave.” The two kids looked at me surprised.

Naruto on the other hand... he looked genuinely horrified as he thought back on the fight. I wasn't going to say anything. My silence would be enough of a reprimand. After all, Naruto had just thought he faced a life and death situation, anyone could freeze up like he did.

Then Sasuke decided to egg him on like the little prick he was, “Hey, you're not scared are you... scaredy cat?” The look on my little cousin's face was so evil, I didn't know if I should be impressed or swat him upside the head for teasing Naruto. Maybe both.

I settled on both, “Don't torment Naruto, Duckass.” I snapped while I was mentally cheering him on. Not that I'd ever tell him that, the kid didn't need that already big ego of his inflated anymore. “By the way, Tazuna...” The drunk stiffened and turned to me, his stance automatically defensive. Well, any doubt I had was just laid to rest, “We're going to have a nice long talk.” The man gulped.

Good.

I pointed to the two slouched over nuke-nins, “Those are chunnin level shinobi from Kirigakure, according to the Bingo Book they go by the Demon Brothers. They specialize in relentless attacks, often to the point of being suicidal.” Why they weren't trying to escape now was strange though. Surely I hadn't freaked them out enough they they actually gave up. Wimps.

The nuke-nin to the right spoke again, “How did you know about our ambush?”

I held up three fingers, “Three reasons. One, I'm a jounin. You had better damn well know I'm better than that, it's an insult. Two, I'm a sensory type, I could feel your chakra in the puddle; which leads me to my third point,” My expression turned flat. “A puddle, on a clear day when it hasn't rained in weeks. Seriously, how did you two become chunnin?!”

Tazuna gave me a glare, “Then why did you leave it for the genin to do the fighting?”

“They were never in any danger.” I said calmly. Everyone else shifted, obviously thinking the same thing. I rolled my eyes, “I'm an Uchiha. Genjutsu is the clan's specialty. If I can't cast a simple Area of Effect genjutsu, then I'm a lousy clan member.” There was no way I was going to explain the intricacies of my genjutsu in front of the enemy. Everyone else can ponder all they want and come up with their own damn conclusions.

I continued before someone else could ask another question, “These wimps were no problem. I could easily kill them, but then I wouldn't know who they were after... would I, Tazuna?”

“What are you blathering about?!” Boy talk about defensive.

“It's obvious that these men were after you, Grandpa Drunk, don't bother denying it.” I said flatly. The man didn't say anything else, he only blushed a little. “A C-rank escort mission is a standard escort mission. There aren't supposed to be any ninja hunting clients during C-rank missions, just bandits and ruffians looking for easy pickings. Having enemy ninja on your tail is a B-rank or higher.” Tazuna looked more and more guilty for getting these kids in his mess with each word I spoke.

Hinata spoke up, “N-Naruto-k-k-kun is b-bad-badly h-h-h-h-hurt. W-we-we sh-should get him m-me-medical treat-tre-t-treatment f-fast.” She stuttered out from her spot. I turned to Hinata and opened my mouth to tell her that Naruto didn't need any help when the idiot suddenly stabbed his hand.

“What are you doing?!” I shouted, spinning around to stare at my stupid student. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Hinata faint and Tazuna catch her. Don't tell me she fainted at the sight of blood too!

Naruto shook in pain and closed one eye, his expression serious for once. “Why am I so different? I work very hard to get here! I pushed myself until it hurt and trained alone for hours to get stronger and achieve my dream! I won't let someone else rescue me again, I won't back down. I will never run away and I will not lose to Sasuke. On this wound I make this pledge... believe it. Tazuna-san, I will complete this mission and protect you with this kunai. A real ninja never gives up, and neither will I! Now let's go!”

Tazuna and Sasuke seemed awed about Naruto's speech, I just stared at him deadpanned, “Naruto... that was, uh, really ...cool... and the speech was great but... um, there's no wound. And if you lose anymore blood, you're going to die.”

Naruto slowly looked down at his now injured hand and saw only the wound he had inflicted on himself. He was turning steadily paler, whether from blood loss or from the fact that he just had a unknown emo moment, I couldn't tell.

“Bu- I did get hurt! That guy hit me and he had poison claws and-”

“That was under genjutsu. He was actually striking that tree.” I said and pointed. Everyone, including the Demon Brothers, looked where I was pointing and saw three scratch marks on the tree, “Everyone thought it was you, but it wasn't. The wound disappeared when I released the genjutsu.” Naruto started sweating bullets as he looked at his still bleeding hand. I smiled, “Now would be the time to stop the bleeding... seriously. You have like a minute to live.”

Cue the freak out.

I rolled my eyes, “Let me see your hand.” While Naruto still did his freakout dance I took his hand and turned it over to see the wound. Lifting up my free hand I started the Mystical Palm Technique to heal it, creating green chakra around my fingers, until I noticed that the would was closing right before my eyes. I stiffened slightly then narrowed my eyes.

So the Kyuubi was healing him.

“Um...” Naruto started. I looked up to see him staring at me intently, shivering in fear, “You have a really serious look on your face... I'm not going to die am I?”

Hmmmm... troll him or reassure him? Choices... choices...

Troll him.

“Naruto, I'm sorry to tell you this but...” I trailed off and sadly shook my head. Tazuna gasped behind me. Naruto turned a sickly green color, then went whiter than a sheet. I stood up abruptly with my face impassive, “But you're going to live to annoy me longer. Congrats.” It took a second for Naruto to comprehend that he wasn't dying. Then I felt a soggy something slamming into me. “Ugh! What-?” I looked down to see Naruto burying his face in my side.

He turned his face up and gave me a teary, snot filled, smile, “Thank you, thank you, thank you sensei!”

“GET OFF ME, YOU DISGUSTING BRAT!” I yelled and tried to pull the kid off me. I was a clean freak, I didn't like snot nosed sobbing kids! I especially didn't like them hugging me. Naruto clung tighter as he continued to yell 'thank you'. I continued to yell for him to let go of me.

Chapter 10: Peaches

I sighed and snapped my book closed, giving up on trying to read. This fog was so damn thick I couldn't even read! I don't know why I let Naruto talk me into not turning around and going back to Konoha after the fight with the Kiri chunnin. I just knew there was going to be another big problem before this stupid mission ended. It wouldn't be a Team 7 mission if we didn't run into some kind of trouble.

“WOAH! It's huge!” Naruto suddenly shouted. I glanced up to see what the idiot was talking about now while the boatman scolded the blonde about his loudmouth. Like that would make a difference. Still, I was mildly impressed by the bridge Naruto had screamed about. Too bad we wouldn't see it finished, since I was dragging my team back to Konoha the minute Tazuna's foot hit the shore.

Still there was one thing bothering me...

“Yo, Grandpa Drunk...” I started. The man didn't react like he usually did, which gave me an insight to how serious this was. “Tell me why there are men after you.” I was still aborting the mission when we dropped Tazuna on shore, but due to morbid curiosity I wanted to know why this guy had gone from a seemingly harmless drunk to someone rogue ninja were after. I could smell a good story behind all this.

Might as well entertain myself with story time since I couldn't read.

I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing when Tazuna said, “I have no choice but to tell you–no I want you to know the truth.” Man was this guy dramatic, “Like you said, this isn't a true C-rank mission, the one who seeks my life is a very short man but cast a very long and deadly shadow.” I wondered mildly if Tazuna was trying to keep us interested enough to stay, or if he was just a naturally gifted story teller.

“ 'Cast a long and deadly shadow'? Hmmm... Who is it?” I asked, deciding to play along.

Tazuna gave me a solemn look, “...You know him... as Gatou. He's one of the wealthiest men in the world and-”

“I know of him.” I said flatly, not wanting Tazuna to continue his blathering. Granted I didn't know the midget was a black market dealer who worked in dirty under-the-table tactics, but still.

Naruto was doing his squinty face again, “Huh? Who? Who? What? What?” Seriously, the kid sounded like he was five years younger than his actual age. How I got saddled with him, I would never understand. The Hokage must have some beef with me that I didn't know about.

Grandpa Drunk went on to explain the dirty deeds of this Gatou, all without losing that dramatic flair he had going. Seriously, if this guy hadn't already devoted his life to bridge building he should have gone into professional story telling. The genin were hooked; even the boatman was listening raptly, all while rowing the boat of course. Tazuna went on to explain how the bridge would break Gatou's control over the Land of Waves, and thus putting Tazuna's life in danger. Blah blah blah, boring boring boring. I got enough drama from Obito, I didn't need it from Grandpa Drunk as well. Though, I had to admit, Tazuna was better at telling the story than Nii-san.

“So why did you request a C-rank, when you knew this was a B-rank mission?” I asked, keeping the conversation on track before Tazuna could go down the road of ramblings.

The old man looked down, silent for a moment, then spoke, “Because the Land of Waves is poor, not even our Daimyo have little money. I couldn't afford something higher than a C-rank.” I gave a flat stare. It was something as simple as money? With all the drama already saturating the story, I thought it would be more spectacular than that. “This bridge will bring prosperity to my home, but if you just drop me off there won't be a bridge. They'll assassinate me.”

My three little genin looked guilty, though Sasuke hid it better than Naruto or Hinata. I just continued to stare at him unimpressed by his blatant guilt-tripping. After growing up with Obito and Shisui I was immune to all guilt-trips of any kind.

Tazuna moved on to flat out blackmail. He gave us a fake smile and said in a light tone, “But don't feel bad about that! Of course my sweet little grandson will be upset. He'll cry 'Granddad! I want my granddad!'” The change in voice was amusing as Tazuna mimicked his 'grandson's voice. Hinata and Naruto looked extremely guilty now, like they had accidentally kicked a puppy. But Tazuna wasn't finished yet, “Oh and my daughter will condemn the ninja of Konohagakure, denouncing and blaming you for abandoning me and living her life in sorrow.” The old coot added quickly as if it wasn't a big deal. The man's beady eyes darted to my still unaffected stare and continued, “Ah oh well, it's not your fault, forget it!”

I stared at him stoically.

Tazuna sweatdropped, thinking his little scheme failed.

Finally I sighed reluctantly, “Fine, we'll keep guarding you.” If I had said no Naruto and possibly even Hinata would annoy me until they convinced me otherwise. It was best just to give in for now and let the drunk have this round. Tazuna lit up and I glared at him, causing him to whiten under his tan instantly.

Beside me Sasuke smothered a snicker. He knew from experience that it was foolish to blackmail the Blackmail Queen.

vvv

I groaned when I saw Sasuke and Naruto having some kind of speed walking race. Why couldn't they acted like a normal rivalry? Why must it all be passive-aggressive and loud?! Naruto ran ahead and did a funny little 'look left and right' thing. I was about to ask what the hell was he doing when he suddenly threw a kunai, “Over there!” He exclaimed.

Everyone–read: Sasuke and I–immediately leapt into defensive stance around Tazuna and waited for the attack.

Nothing happened.

Causally Naruto stood back up, “Hm, just a mouse.”

Tazuna went off on the little brat, but Naruto ignored him by exclaiming that people were hiding around in the bushes all around us. I was about to hit him for being stupid when I felt a surge of chakra behind me.

Naruto seemed to follow my instincts and aimed another kunai knife at the spot I felt the chakra surge. Tazuna smacked Naruto upside the head and the brat and drunk had yet another yelling match while I went to investigate. Just below the kunai that Naruto had thrown a white rabbit was having a heart attack.

A white snow rabbit.

Curse my cursed damn luck. The karma demons must really loath me.

I stepped away from Naruto's sobbing apologies to casually inspect the clearing, searching for chakra signatures. I wasn't a very good sensory nin, most of it was just pure natural skill since I had spent most of my training on my sharingan and ninjutsu, so I wouldn't be able to sense anyone who was suppressing their chakra at a jounin level.

Considering that I couldn't sense anyone meant that my suspicions were right and our next attacker was a jounin skilled opponent. The right side of my mouth twitched up and I almost sang out 'come out come out wherever you are~' but I didn't.

Especially since our opponent was already attacking.

“DUCK!” I roared and immediately all members of the group hit the dust, barely avoiding the big ass sword flying through the air. I was on my feet the second that stupid sword was past me and staring up passively at the jounin now standing on his sword hilt.

Cow print arm and leg warmers. Grey striped pants. No shirt. Big ass sword. Damn it.

Time to troll.

First I ruined his sense of mysteriousness, “So... you're Momochi Zabuza, eh?” Silence from the cowboy. Guess I'd have to kick the trolling up a notch, “Feeling... peachy today?” I got a small minuscule twitch from the man and I grinned. That minuscule twitch from him meant he was extremely annoyed. One more time and I'd push him over the edge. “I have a very serious question. I need you to answer honestly.” I paused for a moment, “Is peaches your favorite food? I hate them.” Now I got a glare and a sliver of killer intent.

Naruto began running for Zabuza like an idiot. Luckily I was able to stop him. I might be able to tease Zabuza, but that didn't make him any less dangerous. Naruto would just be killed needlessly if I let him attack.

“Don't. This guy is out of your league.” I said seriously.

The blonde didn't seem to like that, “But I can take him!” He said confidently. If only he knew how wrong he was.

I gave the kid a very stern look that made him back down. Ever since I became Team 7's sensei, I had been very surly and often glared at the trio of brats. But I knew they got the feeling I was kidding most of the time, that I was only fooling with them. Now I wasn't. I was truly being serious. “Stay. Back. Naruto. When I say this guy is too powerful, I mean it.” I turned my stare to Sasuke and Hinata, “All three of you stay out of this. Protect Tazuna, that's an order.” I said and shoved Naruto backwards, out of danger.

Looking back up at the still silent Zabuza, I changed moods and called out cheerfully, “Hey, Peach-boy, any chance you'll let us go?”

Silence.

“Is that a yes?”

Silence.

“Are you mute or something?”

Silence.

“...Do you like pineapples?”

Silence.

Man, this guy was worse than I was when Shisui was around. I dropped the act and fell into a defensive stance, “Fine, Peachy, if you're not going to talk then you can at least attack. I've got things to do than try and drag answers outta you. That's T&I's job, not mine.”

Silence.

I rolled my eyes and in the process of doing so activated my sharingan. That seemed to get his attention. Zabuza perked up and asked in a raspy 'I'm-obviously-a-heavy-smoker' voice, “So you're an Uchiha. By your unusual behavior... you're Yanagi, are you not?”

I tsked demurely and flipped my ponytail over my shoulder, “Why I'm just flattered to death. You know my name, and here I thought I was overshadowed by the stupidity of my brother.”

“The Stupidly Brave Kunoichi of Konoha.” Zabuza rasped, naming one of my various catch names I had gotten.

Laughing I waved a hand, “Lame, isn't it? I don't know who came up with it; still it is a better nickname than some.” A certain nickname from an annoying Uchiha who I wasn't on speaking terms with came to mind and I frowned. Quickly I erased the frown and replaced it with a cheerful grin, “But I have to say, you're nickname is better... Demon of the Mist.”

Zabuza seemed to be getting tired of our little mind game, “Hand over the old man.” He said.

I scoffed, “Seriously? I admit I dislike the man as much as you do, but asking for me to hand him over is just lame and lazy. And your intimidation tactics aren't working, Peach-boy. It's kinda hard to be intimidated by someone with the last name of 'peach soil'.”

A thick mist suddenly began to build up. Guess I pushed the peachy cowboy too far. I smiled. Goody, now the fun began. “In the Kirigakure Bingo Book, it's listed that you had a runaway mouth, Uchiha.” Zabuza commented.

“I have a runaway mouth. I'm not dead yet, dumbass.” I corrected hotly. How dare Peachy insinuate that I was going to die!

Zabuza gave a creepy chuckle, but it didn't hold a candle to Obito in his pranking moods, “Soon.” He promised. I rolled my eyes again. As far as trash talk went, this guy was not a pro. It was almost embarrassing how predictable his insults were. Peach-boy continued before I could insult him back and show how a true master of disrespect did it, “In our Bingo Book it's said that your fire ninjutsus are some of the most powerful in the world. Too bad it won't do you any good.”

Well shit.

Being from Kirigakure, Zabuza would naturally have a water nature. I was lucky enough to have two chakra natures–fire and wind–but that wasn't going to do jack against freaking water. Water nature beat fire, and wind was practically useless against it anyway. That left genjutsu and taijutsu to fight with. However Zabuza's sword would put a hindrance on my taijutsu and just be plain annoying anyway. I was also pretty sure that Zabuza knew in advance that I was an Uchiha and would take lengths to protect himself against genjutsu.

Double shit.

“Now...” Zabuza started. Immediately my three genin leapt into a defensive formation in front of Tazuna. I shifted my weight onto my left foot, ready to spring forward at a moments notice. I might be at a major disadvantage going against this S-ranked criminal, but I was damn well going to give him a hard time and make the bastard earn his prize... if I even let him have it.

Peach-boy suddenly leapt away and onto the water. The genin and Tazuna seemed surprised that he was able to accomplish such a feat. I was more worried about the huge amount of chakra Peachy was building up. Whatever Peaches was doing, it wasn't going to be good. I thought back on all my spars with Kakashi when he used water based jutsus. None of them required this amount of chakra, so what was Peachy doing?

“Suiton: Hidden Mist Jutsu!” Zabuza called out and the mist suddenly thickened with chakra, creating nothing but a white wall all around us. I could barely even see the kids behind me, let alone wherever that prick disappeared to.

The tension was high in the air. I stayed coiled, ready to strike out defensively if so much as a leave rustled the wrong way. I was a jounin of Konoha and the only one able to stand a chance against Zabuza. There was no way in hell that I was letting the Demon of the Mist past me and lay a scratch my genin team.

“S-sen-sensei...?” Hinata stuttered nervously. I knew the poor girl was shaking badly. Damn it, I knew she wasn't ready for real missions yet. Though, granted this wasn't supposed to be a real genin mission.

“Don't worry. He'll come after me. You just keep guarding Tazuna.” I said, my red eyes darting from place to place. But even with the highly advanced sight of the sharingan, I still could hardly see past the thick chakra infused fog.

“Who is this guy?” Naruto asked, for once sounding nervous and serious. I guess the kid finally realized that this was real and he could very much die out here without ever getting close to his dream. Strangely, I wished that he was still that naïve kid from three minutes ago.

“Momochi Zabuza, a nuke-nin from Kirigakure and former captain of the Hidden Mist Assassination Unit.” That's all they needed to know. I didn't want to scare the kids. They were nervous enough as it was.

Zabuza seemed determined to tell then anyway, “Uchiha, you're forgetting something...” That raspy voice sounded eerie coming out of the mist, like some vengeful wraith looking for a soul to devour. Peaches didn't even have to explain his silent killing technique for the kids to be frightened, but he did it anyway. I glared off into the mist, no one could frighten my brats except me.

The fog thickened to the point that I couldn't even see Team 7 anymore. Shit shit shit! Zabuza spoke again, this time his creepy voice seeming to come from all around. I let loose my killer intent, my chakra swirling around me and dissipating the fog a little. I could practically feel Sasuke freezing up in fear, the killer intent coming off Zabuza and I were hitting my younger cousin. This wasn't going well, Sasuke was the best support I had out of the three. Though I hated it, I was probably going to have to call on the genin's help to take down Peach-boy. If he was unable to move because of fear...

“Sasuke!” I said, my voice cutting but reassuring at the same time. My cousin tensed, seeming to come out of his fear induced stupor, “Calm down. You've got nothing to fear,” I glanced over my shoulder at Team 7 and smiled soothingly, “I'll protect you even if I die for it. That's a promise!” Nii-san used to say those three words when we were younger, and Obito always kept his word.

So I would do it too.

Of course Zabuza had to spoil our little bonding moment with his creepy intoning, “I wouldn't be so sure... it's over.” Suddenly his voice wasn't everywhere at once like it had been. It was in one specific place.

Right in the middle of my genin team.

OH HELL NO!

With a reaction speed that could only be achieved through training with a sharingan, I leapt for the Peach bastard as my four companions leapt away from him. My kunai knife plunged deep into the man's gut. Zabuza grunted and leaned against my shoulder, his warm breath brushing against my dark brown curls that coiled around my ear. For a brief moment, a silence fell over the world, as if acknowledging that a life was ending.

But both Zabuza and I knew it wasn't.

Naruto suddenly screeched, “Sensei, behind you!”

I spun around, the Zabuza water clone bursting to spray cool water all over my back, while the other Zabuza swung his Kubikiribōchō and cleaved me in half. Blood flew from my mouth as I stared in surprise at my killer. Zabuza seemed to smirk under his bandages.

Then he frowned.

I dissolved into butterflies.

Zabuza spun around, spitting like an angry cat; though his voice retained that raspy calmness when he said, “Nice work, Uchiha. I didn't even notice the genjutsu.”

From my hiding place among the trees I leapt down behind Peachy and placed my kunai knife along his throat, “Don't move.” I growled threateningly. This guy threatened my genin, he had made it to the bottom of my 'shit-list' in record breaking time.

Peaches started a boring monologue of how I was able to distract him while I reassured my team and cast the genjutsu while he was distracted. I was tempted to kill him just to shut the idiot up. Seriously, what was the point of explaining everything as if there was an invisible audience watching this fight? It was boring and drawn out and sometimes just plain stalling.

Oh.

Yet another Zabuza appeared behind me, Kubikiribōchō once again back and ready to cleave me in half. This time, I didn't have a genjutsu ready. Naruto yelled something about being a water clone while I ducked underneath Peach-boy's big ass sword. Zabuza followed his sword's swing and stabbed it into the ground before using it as a leverage to kick me into the air.

I twisted in enough time to meet Zabuza as he jumped after me, but his axe kick propeller me into the water. The one place I did not want to be. Just like I expected, the little prick appeared behind me with an air of smug victory. I tried to spring away from the water before he could catch me, but it was too late, “Water Prison Jutsu!”

My world took on a watery blue tint and I immediately felt cold and clammy. The water that imprisoned me felt thick and viscous like honey, I couldn't move an inch. I snarled angrily at the man holding the prison, my red eyes promising a very violent death if I ever got out. I wish I wish Zabuza would just glance my way, long enough for me to cast a very painful and horrific genjutsu, but he didn't. Peach-boy seemed to know what would happen if he met my gaze; seems I'd have to think up a more physical torture to dish out then.

Congratulations, Peaches, you just managed to piss off one of the most hot headed Uchiha known in existence.

vvv 3rd POV~ Sasuke vvv

Sasuke felt Yanagi-sensei's killer intent spike drastically, but strangely this time he wasn't afraid. Perhaps her promise that she would protect the team with her life had gotten to him more than he knew. Sasuke frowned, in the few weeks of being under Yanagi's tutelage he knew that she was a very powerful but... he never expected her to be taken out so easily.

“Water Clone Jutsu!” The man called Zabuza shouted. Dimly in the mist, Sasuke could see another Zabuza burst from the water and stand between Team 7 and the real Zabuza. Sasuke tensed, they would have to go through the clone first to get to Yanagi-sensei. If that brief fight with the clones was anything to go by, these water clones weren't at all weak.

The water clone suddenly appeared in front of Naruto, causing the blonde to fall back and in the process lose his headband. If this wasn't such a serious moment, Sasuke would scold him for being clumsy. Given the fact that even Yanagi-sensei wasn't doing so just went to prove how serious this fight was.

At a loss, the Uchiha genin watched as his teammate landed far away from him, too far to help. Sasuke didn't want to leave the protection of Tazuna to Hinata alone. The Hyuuga was already scared out of her wits, Sasuke doubted she would be of much use.

Yanagi suddenly shouted, her voice muffled and wavering by the water that held her prisoner, “Leave you idiots! Peaches is only able to fight you with his water clone, now's your chance to run. The clone can't follow you forever, so run you imbeciles! Get out of here, complete the mission, do you hear me!?”

Sasuke glared at his cousin, running was no longer an option. The second Yanagi got caught was the moment that Sasuke knew that Zabuza would stop at nothing to kill Tazuna. It was better to stand and fight rather than run away and prolong their life for a short time. That was the act of a coward. And Sasuke was not a coward!

With a sudden surge of confidence, Sasuke shot forward, determined to rescue his cousin and sensei. Throwing shuriken after shuriken at the water clone, Sasuke leapt into the air and, just as he reached the clone with his attack, was thrown away like nothing more than a rag doll. Naruto called out the younger Uchiha's name, fear and concern lacing the blonde's voice. As Sasuke struggled to stand back up, Naruto suddenly charged for the clone.

Of course the blonde goofball was thrown aside easily, coming to a stop at the feet of Hinata. The shy Hyuuga heiress quickly went to her knees to ask in her wobbly voice if Naruto was okay; but Sasuke eyed what the blonde had retrieved with interest. It seemed that the whole attack was just to get his headband back. Sasuke frowned, what was so important about that headband? Surely what the clone had taunted about not being a true ninja hadn't gotten to the blonde. It was just trash talk, like what Yanagi-sensei had been doing when Zabuza first showed up.

Naruto stood up, the scowl on his face dark and serious. Sasuke was slightly impressed by the blonde's change in attitude, “Hey, you no-brows freak,” Sasuke couldn't help but smile a little at the attempt to imitate Yanagi-sensei's insulting nicknames, “put this in that book of yours... the person who is going to be Hokage of Konohagakure...” Naruto reached up to tie his haiti-ate around his forehead and glared up at the impassive water clone, “he never backs down. And his name is Uzumaki Naruto!” Unlike Naruto's previous claims to become Hokage, Sasuke had to admit that this one was serious. For once, Sasuke actually believed that Naruto could become Hokage.

The serious aura surrounding Naruto turned into something akin to cocky and confident, “Alright, Sasuke, can you hear me?”

The navy haired Uchiha gave his teammate a flat look. He was standing two feet away from the blonde, of course he could hear Naruto! “Yeah, I can hear you.” Sasuke said, his tone a touch exasperated.

“Alright! I've got a plan.”

So he finally had a plan, huh? As opposed to flailing around like an idiot? Sasuke scoffed, “So you're finally thinking about teamwork? What's the plan then?” Naruto gave Sasuke a foxy grin.

Unknown to either of them, Hinata watched from her spot in front of Tazuna. If ever she doubted her awe for Naruto, it had been replenished. The Hyuuga felt as safe being protected by her two teammates as she had when Yanagi-sensei stood in front of them, promising to protect the team with her life. Whatever the two boys were planning, Hinata had no doubt that it would succeed!

vvv Normal POV vvv

Poof!

Everyone, other than Sasuke and Naruto, was surprised to see the second Fuuma shuriken transform into Naruto. I watched with anticipation and awe as the kunai Naruto and thrown back at Zabuza made it's way, in what seemed like slow motion, towards the Peachy bastard. If I could move, I would be shivering in excitement. There was no possible way to dodge that kunai, not without releasing me from my prison.

Although, it probably would have been better for Zabuza to let the kunai hit him.

It would have hurt less.

Zabuza turned on Naruto, the Fuuma shuriken he was holding spinning dangerously as he cocked his arm back to throw it at my student. Seemed Peaches forgot about me; I should be hurt, but the anger of been imprisoned–on top of my students being threatened–was overriding any hurt. “I'll destroy you!” Zabuza growled, his raspy voice finally showing anger.

I. Don't. Think. So.

Still dripping water, I raised my fist and caught on of the blades on the hand guards of my gloves. I didn't even grimace when the thin metal cut into my skin unable to take the pressure of the shuriken's sharp blade. Naruto, not having any water walking training like Zabuza and I, fell into the water unharmed. I just hoped he had enough sense to get the hell out of dodge, because I wasn't going to wait. I wanted to tear Zabuza a new one right now. Zabuza met my gaze only to find a full on Uchiha Death Glare.

It made me dance happily on the inside to see him pale a little.

“Naruto. That was an excellent plan, I'm proud of you.” I complimented, feeling the need to. After all, without that brat's help, I would still be giving glares in a water prison instead of outside like I was now. Naruto laughed like it was no big deal when we all knew it was. My eyes flickered to him, “Now get your ass back to shore. I've got a rotten peach to incinerate.” Naruto gave a mock salute and began swimming to shore.

Hmm... maybe as I reward I'd teach the team water walking. They had gotten tree walking down... somewhat.

Zabuza and I struggled briefly for the Fuuma shuriken. Being female and weaker than Zabuza, I was losing and the sharp blade came closer to my neck. Narrowing my eyes I bent backwards, my right leg flying up to kick the shuriken into the sky, then back flipping away from Peach-boy. I crouched on the surface of the water, watching Zabuza warily. I knew he would use water ninjutsu, thinking that I would have little to no defense against it.

My hand drifted towards my kunai pouch as I thought over my choices. I could block the attacks with well placed wind ninjutsu, but that risked diverting an attack to the genin, or I could copy Peach-boy's hand signs and fight ninjutsu for ninjutsu. The only problem with that option was I wouldn't have much chakra to use. Using a chakra nature that wasn't mine would use up too much chakra–especially if the jutsus were powerful like I knew they were going to be–and they would be substantially weaker. Unless...

Nii-san always said if you can't win with power, win with annoyance.

I smiled. Zabuza, suspecting something, leapt away and I mimicked him, going in the opposite direction. I copied Zabuza's stance and started weaving the hand signs he was making at an almost inhuman speed. But my sharingan eyes could pick them up.

Zabuza's first mistake: weaving signs in front of an Uchiha.

We finished at the exact same second and both called out, my voice mimicking his to the best of my ability, “Suiton: Water Dragon Jutsu!” Two dragons composed of water rose at the same time, moving in the exact same way. Perfect mirrors of each other. There was no way to tell whose was whose other than chakra. Zabuza's dragon crashed into mine and the weaker one flailed a little before twisting around and biting into it's opponent’s 'flesh'. Water rose from the banks and flooded the clearing, nearly drowning my poor genin.

Eh, they probably needed a bath anyway.

Especially Naruto.

While our water dragons were busy battling it out, Zabuza and I shot forward to meet underneath the ninjutsus. Kubikiribōchō clashed harshly with one of my fans I used in wind ninjutsu; I grimaced when I heard the crack of some of the fan's ribs breaking under the pressure of Kubikiribōchō's sharp edge. Maybe I should have grabbed a kunai instead...

I could tell that Peachy was thinking back on the battle, obviously confused by how my water dragon formed at the exact came time that his did. After all, the sharingan copying the jutsu, so I should have been a nanosecond behind at the least.

Zabuza's second mistake: showing doubt to the sharingan wielder.

I felt Zabuza's muscles tense and guessed his next move. Leaping back at the same time, I landed three feet from where we were struggling to get an upper hand on physical strength. My red eyes picked up a subtle twitch in Peach-boy's right leg and I matched his pace as we began running in circles, staying the same distance away from each other. I kept my mimicking up, copying the exact way his head was tilted or the way his fingers curled. He stopped. I stopped. He lifted his arm. I lifted my arm. His eyes widened. So did mine.

Zabuza's third mistake: forgetting that eyes are the windows to the soul.

“...going to do next?” I finished his thought as I dropped my arm in perfect sync with Peachy. I think I broke his brain, if that expression of pure surprise was anything to go by.

Shouldn't have trapped me in a bubble of water, now should you Peachy?

He made a hand sign as I did, “It makes you furious doesn't it?” I asked, reading the subtle twitches of his eyes.

Zabuza was starting to look crazed. “You're just copying me, like a monkey!”

“You can't beat me with cheap tricks! I'll crush you!” We said at the exact same time, in the exact same tone. I even managed to make my voice a little raspier than normal, just to match Peaches. It took Zabuza a second to realize that I had said exactly what he said at the same time, shooting down whatever claim of me copying him.

Zabuza made some lame comment about my monkey mouth as he started to weave signs. I did the same. Unknown to him, my mouth twitched up slightly, ending my perfect mimicry of the Kiri nuke-nin. My tomoes began spinning slowly, so slow that it went unnoticed to Peaches even though he was meeting my gaze fully. Zabuza faltered for a brief moment, seeing the ghostly genjutsu of him behind me as I finished the hand sign he had already been making.

“Suiton: Giant Vortex Jutsu!” I said in a loud commanding voice. Zabuza stared in utter shock as the jutsu that he had thought I was copying from him came roaring towards him. He didn't know that the genjutsu had stalled him for a nanosecond, long enough for me to read how his hands twitched and predict the last hand sign without his help. Peachy thought I had done the impossible, when I had just done was was expected of an Uchiha.

Zabuza's final mistake: he thought he could beat an Uchiha.

While I watched my vortex do it's job, I checked on my genin. Hinata was standing in front of Tazuna dutifully, her kunai knife no longer shaking with fear, while Sasuke helped Naruto out of the raging waters. They were lucky that the vortex didn't pull them in too. Then, out of the corner of my eye, my sharingan picked up another chakra source. One that hadn't been visible to me before. Outwardly I didn't show any signs of knowing, whoever this newcomer was they obviously weren't our allies. They would have leapt in by now. The question was: were they Zabuza's ally?

The vortex died down and I leapt into the tree that it smashed Peaches into. I flung kunai at Zabuza to pin him there and keep the bastard from causing any more trouble. I wasn't going to underestimate this guy any longer, he would be dead before the minute was up. I withdrew another kunai knife from my pouch, “Now your finished.” I said and cocked back my arm to throw the kunai, aiming for the spot between his eyes.

Zabuza gave me a bewildered look, the first true emotion I had seen on his face all day, “How did you-? Can you see into the future?” He demanded in an almost scared voice.

Was it really that mind blowing to go against a sharingan? Sane people usually ran when they saw the Uchiha red eyes, but no one I fought with had forced me to use the Uchiha kekke genkai for so long. Normally it was just a quick genjutsu like the one I used early in the battle.

Maybe I should ask Shisui-...never mind.

“Yes. And I see death in your future.” I said.

A tiny buzzing sound alerted me of something out of place. My sharingan eyes darted towards the source, but Zabuza's cry of pain snapped my attention back to him. My eyes widened when I saw him crashing to the ground, senbon needles sticking out of his neck.

A womanly laugh drew my attention further up the tree that I was in. Long dark hair was brushed over a white mask with a swirling red pattern that curled around the nose and left cheek. The Kiri embalm was stamped into the mask's forehead: a hunter-nin. “You're right... it was his last battle.” The Kiri hunter-nin said.

I leapt down from the tree and made a show of pressing two fingers to Zabuza's neck and felt no pulse. That didn't fool me. I could see a small amount of chakra still shimmering in Zabuza's core with my sharingan. A near death state then. There were three possibilities why Zabuza was alive: the hunter-nin was incompetent and couldn't even make a clean kill. Unlikely since she was a hunter-nin going after a A-ranked criminal. Two, she had a sadistic streak and wanted Zabuza's kill for herself, knowing Kirigakure it was possible. Or three, she was in league with Zabuza and 'killed' him before I could truly end his pathetic life.

“He's dead.” I said from my squatting position and looked up at the hunter-nin for an explanation.

She immediately bowed, “Thank you.” She said softly, “I've been tracking Zabuza for a long time.” My eyes narrowed at her voice. It wasn't... feminine enough to be a woman. A boy then? If the hunter-nin was male, then he was very young, probably as young as Team 7.

“You're a hunter-nin from Kirigakure, correct?” I asked.

The boy dipped his head in acknowledgment, “I am.”

“What is this?!” Naruto suddenly shouted. Both of us turned from each other to look at the frustrated blonde. He was pointing at the hunter-nin accusingly, “Who do you think you are!” The masked boy said nothing, irritating Naruto even more, “Did you hear me?!” The brat enunciated each word.

“Stop it Naruto. He's not our enemy.” I said. My sharingan picked up the slightest twinge from the hunter-nin's left pinky finger. A sign of guilt. I didn't look at the Kiri nin. If I let him know that I knew, he would attack. I couldn't take down a wimpy hunter-nin in this state. The two Suiton ninjutsus really bit into my chakra reserves. Soon I would have to be forced to deactivate my sharingan or risk chakra exhaustion. Honestly, I don't know how I was still standing at this point.

Naruto spun on me, “That's not the point! He just took out Zabuza, just like that! I thought you said Zabuza was powerful, and that guy killed Zabuza with one move! It makes us look like idiots! How can I accept that?!” I had to admit, from Naruto's point of view it was a little too much to take. But then again, he didn't have a younger cousin like Itachi. I grew up knowing that Itachi would always be more powerful than me so I accepted the truth and moved on.

I stood up, careful to show that it wasn't a struggle to do so, and walked towards my student. I stopped in front of him with a passive look, “You don't have to accept it, but it's still true. There are many kids out there that are younger than you but stronger than me.” Kakashi had pounded that into me at an early age too, when he was still a prick who didn't believe in teamwork.

Naruto looked away mulishly.

The hunter-nin, having gotten tired of my scolding Naruto, teleported from the tree to beside Zabuza. Easily the kid lifted Zabuza over his shoulder, ramming home what I had just told Naruto, “You're struggle is over for now. I must deal with the remains. Please excuse me and farewell.” The boy held up on hand, palm flat, as the wind began swirling around him again, and teleported both Zabuza and himself out of my sensory range.

I sighed as Naruto yelled about the hunter-nin's disappearance. Naruto ran to the spot that the two disappeared from. “He's gone, Naruto.” I told him in a tired voice. Didn't this kid ever learn?

“What are we doing here then?! I can't believe it! All that hard work and for nothing!” Naruto shouted as he began punching the ground, as if it were Zabuza's face he was pounding in. Behind us, Hinata stuttered out the blonde's name in concern.

I grabbed Naruto's wrist before he could swing again “Let it go, Naruto. Being frustrated will not help things. Nothing will ever be just easy, so save it for the next enemy.” That's what I did. That's what the Uchiha clan was taught. Save it for the next enemy and pulverize him with the anger from your past defeat. I turned to the rest of our group, my hand still wrapped around Naruto's thin wrist, “Alright let's move on. We'll rest at Tazuna's house.” If the old man complained then I would kindly remind him that Team 7 shouldn't have even helped him. Rules stated that we would be wise to abandon the mission instead of continuing.

Pulling Naruto to a stand, I turned to lead the group towards town. Just a few more hours and I could fall onto a nice futon and sleep until this whole damn thing blew over. I took one step, one measly little step, and my body froze. I felt my sharingan deactivate on it's own and had the strange sensation of falling.

I didn't even feel the pain when I hit the ground.

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Sasusaku prompt 93

A/N: Sorry it took me so long. I haven't written SasuSaku in ages and my writing is still kinda rusty.

So bear with me dear anon.

And prepare yourself for some angst and comfort..:3

Prompt: “Losing you was the most unbearable pain I’ve ever felt.”

Title: Promises

Ship: Sasuke Uchiha X Sakura Haruno

Words: 1938

Rating: T

Sitting on a couch in the lavish, new apartment that he was relocated to, Sasuke Uchiha looked anywhere but at the unexpectedly quiet, pink haired kunoichi right in front of him. For a brief moment, his wandering mismatched orbs met the obsidian ones of a pale guy named Sai, who is supposed to keep an eye on him for his month long house arrest. The weirdly stoic man stared at him from the far end of the living room, where he was standing comfortably with a sketch pad and a brush in hand. Sasuke averted his attention right back to his ex-teammate. Ever since his pardon (courtesy of Kakashi) for his many unwarranted crimes during his years as a missing S class nin, he had noticed the subtle change in her behavior. Its understandable that they aren’t the same teens who were put together under team 7 yet Sakura was never this guarded around him. It was almost as if she was trying to keep their encounters to the bare minimum, only stopping by to do a quick checkup on his healing wounds and his lost arm. Usually Naruto was around them to diffuse the awkwardness in such situations but unfortunately, the hyperactive blond wasn’t available that day. Something to do with him bidding farewell to his friends from the neighboring lands.

There could be numerous reasons pertaining to her silent treatment but Sasuke didn’t have the patience to mull over all of them and figure it out by himself. The only other option he was left with was to confront her about it. But having hurt her more than once due to his resolve for revenge and revolution, he didn’t know how to strike a normal conversation with her. The last time he uttered something to her was at the Valley of the End, where he had sincerely apologized to her. From then on, it had been just her looking after him at the hospital, narrating fascinating tales about her experiences as a medical ninja whilst he barely nodded his head.

Sasuke sighed. It had always been a one-sided effort— him paying no interest to anything other than his goals as she worked hard on maintaining their delicate bond. But he didn’t want things to remain that way any longer. He didn’t want his soul to stay shrouded in the darkness associated with his clan. If not more, he atleast owed her just as much importance as she gave to their every second spent together. She was generous enough to forgive him for everything he’d done and accepted him with her warm smile. She had let her tormented heart trust him yet again so easily that he wanted to become a man worthy of her forgiveness.

“Sakura,” he tried, hoping his query will reach across her by the shear intensity of his gaze.

The said woman however, didn’t spare him a glance. She was too focused on patching a partially healed cut on the left side of his lower abdomen. “Sasuke-kun,” she replied simply, signifying that she had heard him, her other palm gliding along his bare torso in search of any injuries she might have missed before.

He was glad that even after years of separation she didn’t drop the endearing suffix whenever she addressed him. To a stranger it may seem like nothing but to him, the small gesture meant that she still regarded him with the same level of admiration she did years ago. However, her response didn’t help steer the conversation anywhere.

Sasuke shut his mouth tight, his tongue pressing against the inner wall of his cheek in annoyance. Had it been any other time where she wasn’t mad at him for reasons unknown, she’d have said a few more words, making this whole thing a lot simpler for the both of them. But that day, she just wasn’t in the mood to waste her energy in idle chitchat.

With the examination done, Sakura placed her palms gently on either side of his face and angled it up. A pair of onyx and mauve clashed with refreshing emeralds and Sasuke gulped, watching her send spasms of her soothing chakra through his ocular network. The strain in his eyes reduced comparatively and Sakura let go of his face.

“There. Now you won’t have to stay in Konoha after your probation ends.” The words slipped out of her lips absentmindedly and her pupils dilated in shock. Probably because she wasn’t supposed to say that directly to him.

Sasuke took in a long breath, his calm demeanor replaced by slight irritation. Was that what it was about? Him leaving the village as soon as he was back in shape? He didn’t want to believe that his friend and lover since childhood wasn’t speaking to him over something as insignificant as this. Throughout his trial, the five Kages as well as their subordinates discussed various forms of punishment for him but it was he himself who chose that in the end. He pledged to travel around the allied nations, aid each land in repairing all the damage and inconvenience he had caused as a miscreant and even handle other wrongdoers if he happened upon them during the journey. It was his first step towards redemption— a suggestion that the jury readily agreed to because everyone was excited to give orders to and make Sasuke Uchiha dance to their whims. And so, of all the people he’s acquainted with in the Hidden Leaf Village, he had hoped that his former team would be supportive of his decisions from then on.

“Sakura..” he mumbled, unsure of how to proceed. How was he supposed to convince someone who had always readily understood him without him having to explain a word of it?

“Don’t..” she said, bringing a hand up to stop him, “You have no idea.”

He motioned his lips to try and make her realize how necessary this was for him yet she shook her head and went on, “Do you know how hard it is when your genuine feelings are shrugged off as a mere teenage crush? Do you know how difficult it is when everyone expects you to give up on your very own emotions? Do you!?” her tone escalated and she lowered her head to obscure the fresh tears falling down her eyes, “No you don’t. You do not understand it Sasuke-kun, you can’t! No one can..”

He bit the insides of his cheeks, his only hand twitching to wipe her tears away yet he resisted the urge, afraid of her reaction to his touch— to the touch of the same man who had harmed her on more occasions than protect her..

“Losing you was the most unbearable pain I’ve ever felt.” She stated with a sob, tilting her head up to let him witness the honesty in her tearful gaze. “I can’t lose you again..”

It was true that he didn’t understand. He wasn’t able to comprehend how a woman as benevolent, loving and beautiful as herself came to give her heart to someone so malign like him. He knew it was rude of him to ask for more of her when she had always given her best but he had to do this. She could hate him for the time being– god how he wished she’d have a sliver of hatred for him hidden somewhere beneath all those thick layers of her affection but she didn’t. She was too good to have any sorts of negative emotions towards him.

“I must do thi–”

“Stop lying to me, Sasuke-kun.” She cut him off, a bitter smile gracing her cherry lips, “Just admit that I’m not enough for you to stay. That I never will be..”

For the first time since his return to Konoha, Sasuke’s composed countenance wavered, shock momentarily flitting across his face. Subconsciously, he covered the dormant cursed seal on his neck and turned his head to the side. He had always considered her the small but strong flicker of joy in his rather desolate life so hearing her belittle herself irked him. Had he known that his plans about the travel were causing her this much distress and self-doubt, he would’ve talked to her sooner.

“I admit it.” He spoke, turning his head back to flash her an earnest gaze. “I admit that I can never understand the anguish of your heart. And I do acknowledge your indelible love for me. I’m grateful, Sakura..” He said, wishing somehow his words would express the sincerity in them. “But I can’t answer your feelings right now. I..I’m not worthy of them..”

“Sasuke-kun!” she literally yelled in disappointment. It was her turn to get irritated at his self-loathing. “I told you that I don’t hold you responsible for any of that. We both hurt each-other and..I have put those happenings far behind.”

“Have you now?” he asked pointedly and she bit her bottom lip hesitantly. “Have you, Sakura? If so, then why won’t you let me do the same?”

Her lips quivered then, all her pent up fury and agony unleashing like a wildfire as she broke down into loud sobs. Sasuke noticed how shaky her feet were and immediately wrapped his lone arm around her waist, helping her settle down on the couch next to him. But she paid no heed to his act for she was too busy weeping and wiping her tears, struggling with the sudden shattering of her emotions. And Sasuke watched. He made sure to capture the whole scenario with the power of his eyes..to have a recorded evidence of how much he had bruised the heart of the only woman who had truly and unselfishly cared for him..loved him!

“I..what if you don’t retur–”

His palm instantly clamped over her tear-soaked lips, desisting her from finishing that ominous sentence. This was what he wanted to bring an end to— people actively doubting him. He wanted to prove that he was way above his past, hateful self. He wanted people to trust him like they used to when he was still a willing citizen of this village. But most of all, he wanted to restore that blinding faith she had in him. And for that, he needed to leave. It was mandatory for him to pay the price of sins and redeem himself.

“I will never cause you misery again. I swear this on my pride as an Uchiha. I won’t tarnish your your soul any more than this. So please..have some faith in me.” He spoke as tenderly as he could, reaching out his hand to hold her dainty palm in his calloused one and gave a squeeze in assurance.

The glassy eyes of the pinkette faltered at his words, a mix of shock and pride swimming in them. And just like that, she allowed her head to nod slowly, a timid smile curving upon her lips. She allowed her scarred self to have faith in him.

“I’ll be back to you. And then, we can figure work out this unspoken whatever I have for you..” he added, as if to solidify the foundation of his previous statements.

More tears cascaded down her cheeks— happy tears! And she squeezed his palm in return. “Then, I’ll wait for you. Always..”

Silence took over the room yet again, the two young adults exchanging their sentiments through their meaningful gazes. They were too lost in their own little world to even take note of the pale, ex-root nin observing them the whole time, capturing those sequence of events not just in his memory but also on a fresh page of his sketchpad.

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[ Frozen Flames and Shadowed Lights || Chapter Ten ] [ @yukaikokoro @abyssaldespair ] [ Hatake Kakashi, Kottakawa Kumiko, Kottakawa Yuka, Raziya ] [ Verse: Divine Light ] [ Previous || Next ]

“Mn…”

Eyes still closed, Kumiko finds herself so utterly drained, she can’t even muster the will to open them. Every muscle lax, she feels herself jostle. It’s almost like being on horseback, and yet...she’s laying upon her back, something soft beneath her. Memories swim foggily in her mind, disjointed and twitching. Are they...still in the border town? Is there an earthquake? Around her she can hear subtle clinks and low thuds alongside a rhythmic...grating noise?

...what is going on?

Finally, after taking in what she can without them, she manages to open her eyes. Her sight is blurry. How long has she been asleep…?

“Ah, you’re awake…”

Struggling to turn her head, Kumiko finally notices an el’ven woman sitting beside her. It looks like they’re in some kind of...wagon? That explains all the noise and the strange movement she can feel. Did Kakashi buy them passage with a caravan…? No, that...that doesn’t sound right… “W...where…?”

“All in due time, child. You must be weary - how do you feel?”

Shaking arms do their best to prop her upright. It takes her a moment to realize she’s been stripped of her armor to better rest unhindered. “...like I was trampled by a herd of caribou,” the elf replies dryly.

Without a word, the old woman holds out a canteen, and Kumiko realizes just how parched she is. Before she can give a thought to manners, she snatches the offering and starts guzzling down the liquid before her brain catches up. Suddenly sheepish and red in embarrassment, she stops and stutters, “I...I’m so sorry -”

A laugh cuts her off, the woman waving a nonchalant hand. “You needn’t fear for your manners, dear. You were close to death when we found you - desperation is natural. Please, don’t censor yourself on my account. Take what you need, as you need it.”

Still looking a bit chastised nonetheless, Kumiko takes up the canteen again, this time sipping slowly. “...you say I was almost dead…?” What could have happened…? It must have been serious if she can’t yet recall.

The elder nods. “Yes...you and your companion, both.”

That stiffens her spine. “Is he -?!”

“Worry not - he’s in another wagon. We’re a bit crowded and weren’t expecting extra passengers, but we made room as we could for you. He awoke before you and is already on the mend.”

“...I don’t...remember how we…?”

“He explained as best he could, but...parts of his tale were tainted with confusion. Seems he knows nothing of what it means to be Embraced...not that I blame him. He’s clearly el-tahl, after all.”

Kumiko blinks. “...Embraced…?”

“You truly remember nothing…?”

“Well...not yet. Maybe as I wake further. It’s just a bit of a blur. I remember us stopping at the border village, but...from there it’s muddied.”

“I see...your companion - Kakashi? - told us you’d only been on the road since that morning. It would seem your timing was simply sour. The storm blew down from the north. Had you waited half a day, it would have passed over you while you were still safe within the inn.”

The words ring a bell in her mind. “...I remember...the cold. It was so sudden, and we couldn’t find a place to take shelter.” Her brow furrows, trying to recall. “...and then…”

“Do you remember their voice?”

“...their voice?”

Nodding sagely, the old woman offers, “Before you were Embraced, surely you heard them.”

“...I’m sorry, I…” Kumiko’s head can’t help but shake. A hand reaches to cup her brow, furrowed with confusion as the other gestures for a pause. “...I feel like I’m missing something.”

“Ah...I thought, given your lineage, you would have been taught the history of Glacris’ Embrace.”

Slowly, her eyes widen. “Glaciris…?” Then the rest of her words sink in. “Wait, you know who I am?”

A sly smile curls the old woman’s lips. “There was no mistaking Tamotsu’s daughter. We have never met, but few would miss your face, young mistress.”

“Oh, please don’t -”

“My name is Miyuki. I hail from the border village you passed through. I’ve traveled this path for decades, and accompany caravans to help guide them when the weather is unkind. As luck would have it, we were both on the trail yesterday.”

Still a bit off-kilter, Kumiko nevertheless offers, “...a pleasure to meet you, Miyuki. Thank you for your help. Seems we’d have perished if not for you.”

“Oh no - not me, my dear. It was Glaciris’ will. They kept you safe until we arrived.”

The mage can’t help but hush. “...you mean they...they truly…?”

Another nod. “It would seem the elders were right to choose you. The Elemental themself stepped in and gave you their power to stopper the storm. I cannot know why, but...it would seem your destiny goes beyond freezing to death on the trade route roadside. You are important enough to lend their strength...which has not been seen, to my knowledge, since before the rift...or very soon after.”

Kumiko jolts in surprise. “W-wait, what? They helped me? Glaciris themself? A-are you sure?”

“There’s no mistaking it. I could feel the ven long before we reached you, child. No mor could hope to produce, let alone control, energy of that magnitude.”

“But...how? Glaciris fled with the others of the Twelve.”

“Yes...our foolishness led to the flight of those who blessed us,” Miyuki murmurs, tone suddenly heavy with sadness. “Even I, in my many years, can barely remember the time before they left us. I was a small, small child. But before then, my mother would tell me stories of the Twelve lending their power to those truly in need: who championed their ideals and sought to protect their chosen people. An Embrace was a rare and revered thing, even then. To think that now, so long after the rift, that it has happened again...well, it gives this old woman a spark of hope.”

“So, Glaciris, they...they lent me power?”

“To be Embraced is to be possessed by an Elemental themself,” Miyuki hushes. “Until now, I had no idea the distance over which such an event could take place.”

“They possessed me?!”

“In a manner of speaking, yes. Glaciris fused your physical body with their ethereal one, and with it, was able to use you as a vessel for their power. Not their full power, of course - that would certainly kill you. But it still grants a boon far above and beyond what you could ever accomplish on your own, or even with a drach partner. Embraces were hailed as miracles by most.”

After a long, shocked pause...Kumiko’s brow wilts. “But…”

“Hm?”

“...why me?”

Miyuki blinks. “Whatever do you mean?”

Lifting her hands, calloused and worn with training and work, Kumiko can’t help but stare sadly. “...I’ve done nothing but fail Glaciris as of late. I’ve not managed to help my people. I allowed great misfortune to befall the sole lux mage we know of. And on my journey, I’ve done more harm than good…” Her expression crumbles, finding herself overcome with emotion as her worries and fears pour from her lips. “...why would Glaciris help me…?”

“The Twelve work in mysterious ways,” Miyuki replies softly after a long, heavy pause. “But child...they do not make mistakes. Glaciris chose you. I cannot tell you why. But that should not bring forth your doubts. It should vanquish them! We mor...we are flawed, and imperfect. We quarrel and falter. But even at our weakest moments, and after our greatest failures...we still retain our potential. Glaciris sees something in you that, perhaps, you cannot yet see yourself. But like the disciples of light, it is good to have faith. Follow this path with your head held high. It will take you where you must go. Do not doubt Glaciris. They know what they do. Trust in them! And thus, trust in yourself...as they have already done.”

After a brief pause, Kumiko lifts her eyes to Miyuki, who smiles softly. “...you’re right. Thank you...I let myself be blinded.”

“We all must be reminded of our own potential at times. It is an easy thing to lose sight of, especially in these troubled days. But lady Kumiko, I know you will do great things. Our people believe in you. Now, you must take that belief, and do right by it. Falter no longer. Face your destiny with the strength of the permafrost!”

In spite of herself, Kumiko manages a hint of a smile, feeling a small sting of happy tears in her eyes. “...I will.”

Kumiko soon learns that she slept all through the prior day and night, and has her first meal in over a day as the caravan stops at midday for their repast. Accepting her share gratefully, she nonetheless hops from her wagon and searches for Kakashi. Already her strength feels like it’s returning, mood greatly lifted by Miyuki’s explanation. She can’t wait to tell Kakashi…!

He’s sitting along the rear edge of the wagon he was placed in, talking easily with several of the traders as they take seats on crates set in the snow. Catching sight of her, he can’t help but perk up a hair. “You’re awake…!”

“I am! But what about you - how are you feeling?”

“Groggy, I’ll admit. And I was pretty stiff for a while. But otherwise, fit as a fiddle. By the time we reach Boralis I’m sure I’ll be fine.” He then nods to the cart behind them. “They tied our horses to the rear - they’ve been following and packing our gear.”

Kumiko blinks - in all of the other rush, she’d admittedly forgotten about the beasts for a moment. “Ah, good. Were they hurt, or…?”

“Not that I could note. They had some ice on their longer hair but otherwise seemed fine. Especially yours - like you say, everything in the north is built a bit tougher.”

That earns a grin. “Told ya!”

Chuckling, Kakashi then glances to his new companions. “Think I’ll stretch my legs a bit more, lads - I’ll be back before we shove off, if you don’t mind.”

They make noises of assent, and he hops to the road and gives a subtle nod of his head. Seems he knows they need to talk, and best done without too much extra company. So without a word, Kumiko follows.

They meander a ways behind the caravan, but both subconsciously stick fairly close. Neither are too keen to get too far from their salvation, even if it means possibly being overheard.

“So…”

Kumiko can’t help a small nibble of her lip. “...you sure you’re okay?”

Posture lax, Kakashi lets hands rest in his pockets. There’s a moment of silence, his gaze caught to one side. “...I’ll admit, I haven’t brushed death that closely in a while. It was a little unnerving, but I’m fine now. It’s something I had to get used to fairly early on. Guess I’ve just been spoiled the last few months and I’m a little out of practice.”

“You’re certain?”

“...yeah. I was stiff for a while due to the cold, and slept quite a bit as I warmed up and regained some energy. I’m not quite back to full yet but I expect to be by tomorrow. Miyuki said we should arrive tomorrow afternoon if all goes well.”

“Oh, so you spoke with her?”

“A bit. She wanted to know what happened. I said what I could, but…” Shoulders shrug. “I was either addled or unconscious for most of what seemed to be important.” Mismatched eyes then look to her from their corners. “...can you fill in any blanks?”

“Sort of…” Suddenly, her prior excitement seems to idle. “...Miyuki seems to think I was...Embraced.”

“She mentioned that but didn’t explain what it meant. Seems important, though.”

The glacial mage nods solemnly. “...Glaciris came to me. The Glaciris. They lent me their strength. It’s what kept us alive. I don’t really...remember what I did, though. It’s like my vision was fogged over.”

As she speaks, his eyes go wide. “...you mean the Elemental approached you…?”

A nod. “Miyuki says...that they sort of possessed me, in a way? It’s like they inhabited my body and helped me overcome the snowstorm. I think that’s why my memory feels a bit disjointed. I wasn’t the only one in me, experiencing things. It must have altered my perception a bit.”

Unbidden, the hunter can’t help a small shiver. “...sorry, I...realize that’s probably a big deal. To me, though...it’s unnerving.”

Before she can stop herself, Kumiko brings her arms around her torso. “...it was, in a way. But it had to happen. It’s all that kept us alive. We have a bigger purpose, Kakashi. Glaciris protected us to help us keep going. They want us to succeed.”

“Yeah...I get it.”

With that behind them, Kumiko’s eyes get a bit starry. “...Miyuki said there hasn’t been an Embrace since the rift...since the Elementals left…! She didn’t even know it was still possible with them gone! Just...think of it! They’ve been gone for so long...but in some small way, they’ve proven to still be with us. Whatever we have to face, it’s enough to beg their interference for the first time in over a century…!”

At that, Kakashi can’t help a small, solemn smile. “...and they chose you.”

Kumiko balks. “W-well, I...yes. I mean, I’m the daughter of the north’s leader, and...the elders chose me as the representative -”

“You know those aren’t the real reasons. Even if you were commonborn and connectionless, what matters most to you is your people, and the rest of the el’ven. You’ve got good circumstances, but if I had to hazard a guess - and I’m just a measly el’tahl - what really matters is your drive to do what Glaciris knows to be important.”

That gets her to quiet, glancing aside. “...maybe you’re right. But...either way, we know we’re on the right track. We just need to reach Boralis and then make our way to the Gelidan mountains.” Kumiko’s expression sobers. “...then, well...who knows? We have at least one Tenebreon mage to fight, but there may be more. Should we bring reinforcements…?”

“No. The more people who show up, the greater the chance we lose our element of surprise. And that’s crucial: if we spook them and they decide the fight isn’t worth it, they’ll teleport again...and then Twelve know where they’ll end up. We have to strike quickly and brutally. We likely only have one shot,” Kakashi counters, tone oddly gentle as he explains.

“Yes, you’re right…” Heaving a sigh that plumes in the cold air, she brings her gaze back to Kakashi. “...I’m so glad you’re all right.”

“Yeah, you too. It looked pretty grim there for a moment. But I told you you’d handle it,” Kakashi replies, eyes closing with a grin.

Kumiko makes to argue that it wasn’t entirely her who saved them, but swallows the retort. “...we’d best get back to the wagons. I’m sure they’ll want to get going soon and make good time.”

“Aye.”

They part at the wagon train, each returning to the cart that bore them. Now fully awake and full of thoughts, Kumiko sits and mulls over the next leg of their journey. Seeing her concentration, Miyuki does nothing to interrupt.

They spend one last night on the road, Kumiko finding it difficult to sleep despite the safety of the wagon. Tomorrow...she’ll return home for the first time in weeks, but only briefly. Part of her is glad to return, but the rest...is wary.

Her father is already skeptical enough about the new Summit. If he catches wind of her abandoning it, and of the trouble that’s plagued it, he’ll only give them grief and make this all the more difficult. Avoiding Tamotsu is imperative lest they be waylaid.

Come morning, Kumiko can’t help but watch through the opening to the driver’s seat. The foothills have started cropping up, along with the boreal trees. Soon enough, they’ll find the walls of the capital of Boralis. A duality of nerves and excitement makes her anxious and unable to sit still.

“Calm, lady Kumiko. I am certain your return will go smoothly,” Miyuki offers with a wizened smile. By now Kumiko has entrusted her with a few more details of their trek.

“I hope so,” she murmurs in reply, brow still slightly drawn as she retreats back into the belly of the wagon.

By noon, the large wooden gates - formed from the hulking trunks of pines of the region - open up before them. Likely from the storm that nearly killed them, several feet of fresh snow litters the ground despite the season, dusting the wooden fort-like walls with white powder. It’s drifted up to the barricade like frozen waves crashing against a cliffside. And within the city proper, it litters every surface.

But already the streets are cleared, the many el’ven of the capital working tirelessly to keep it traversable and safe for its citizens. The wagons rattle against the cobblestone streets, and curious eyes - always on the lookout for fresh supplies - are drawn to them.

But the caravan only takes them so far as the markets as to unload their burdens. Hopping from her cart with a scarf obscuring her face, Kumiko motions to Kakashi to gather their mounts. “Miyuki...thank you for your help, and your wisdom,” she offers to the old elven woman, taking her small, frail hands in her own.

The elder merely smiles. “It was an honor, my lady. I wish you luck in your endeavor. Do be safe.”

“I’ll try my best.”

Leaving the parade of wagons behind, Kumiko hops astride her horse and gives a leading nod, taking them further into the city where her family - and all those who have led the north before them - reside. “Pray we can avoid my father,” she mutters, visage still obscured to try and hide her return.

“Any reason in particular…?”

“He’s not easy to get along with on good days. And given his...attitude, trying to explain all of this will only rile him further. The sooner we find Raziya and head further north, the better. I don’t want him to know I was here, if we can avoid it...at the very least, not until we’re long gone.”

Giving his companion a questioning glance, Kakashi nonetheless takes the words without comment. They’ve only spoken of Tamotsu a few times, and...well, he can understand her wariness even from what little he’s gleaned. He sounds the type to embody much of the icy element’s traits...especially those less desired.

Eventually, they make it to the proper address. The hub of the north’s capital isn’t as...grandiose as the one of Luxeria’s lands, but Kakashi wasn’t really expecting it to be. It’s nearly all a single level in height, with a few taller tower-like sections near the outer walls. Built from shaped stone and felled trees, it’s just as sturdy and imposing as its people. Kumiko leads them into the grounds, where they store their mounts in the stable before making their way in.

“This is a side entrance,” Kumiko confirms, glancing ahead before leading on. “Father, if he’s here, will likely be at the other end.”

“You seem well-versed in dodging him.”

She gives him a look over her shoulder, but before she can retort, a figure steps in her path, bringing her up short. “...oh!”

Taller than any woman he’s ever seen, Kakashi looks upon their sudden companion. Silvery-blue hair falls in a curtain around her face, eyes a matching icy tone. “I received your correspondence!”

Visibly, Kumiko wilts in relief. “You’ve told no one?”

“Not a soul, kirav. Though I believe your mother suspects something.”

“Of course she does...she misses nothing, that woman.” Stepping aside and gesturing, Kumiko offers, “Kakashi, this is Raziya, my drach partner. Raziya, this is Kakashi. He’s a dear friend of the lux mage - the one I told you about in my letter.”

Too-large eyes turn to him, and Kakashi can’t help but stiffen a hair. This is only the second dragon he’s met, well...personally, and seeing them in human form really isn’t much more comforting. You can still tell something is...off. “Well met, hunter. I look forward to taking wing with you!”

“...wait, wh-?”

“Kumiko.”

Stiffening, Kumiko turns to find another woman. “M...Mother!”

Slightly creased with age and yet doubtlessly beautiful, Yuka’s face turns to her daughter. “Funny...I didn’t think you’d be back so soon,” she offers, eyes flickering briefly to Kakashi.

“Er...well…”

“Don’t bother with falsehoods, I’ve already noticed Raziya up to something.”

The dragon glances aside, sheepish.

“Is...is Father here?”

Arms fold, billowing sleeves fluttering as Yuka looks over Kumiko. “...no. He’s out on a hunt. But he’s due to return soon. So whatever schemes you’re up to, you’d best carry them out quickly before he stumbles upon you, hm?”

Kumiko hesitates a moment. “...you’ll not tell him I was here?”

“I never saw you. But...I do hope you’ll explain when you’ve a moment, daughter mine.”

“...I will. For now, I’m too pressed for time. But your silence is appreciated - hopefully I’ll see you soon. For now...we have someplace to be, and urgently.”

Icy eyes flicker over Kumiko’s face, Yuka’s own tingeing with worry. “...be careful, dearest. Return to me soon.”

“I will.”

“Glaciris be with you.”

Moving to turn, Kumiko pauses...and then gives a curt nod. “Come, Raziya!”

Without hesitation, the drach makes to follow, and the trio begin jogging down the hall.

“So...mind explaining what just happened?” Kakashi asks, keeping pace.

“I’ve been awaiting your arrival,” Raziya offers. “I have supplies stashed, but there’s little hiding things from lady Yuka. But she is the soul of discretion - she knew better than to pry, or to reveal my dealings to anyone else. Otherwise, she knows not where we go, or why. Only that something grave lies before us.”

“That’s putting it lightly,” the hunter can’t help but mutter.

“We’ll get our packs situated on Raziya’s saddle, and then we can head out.”

That gets him to pause. “...so...we’re going to be going...on foot?”

Kumiko snorts. “You’re joking.”

“Well…”

“We’re going on dragonback, of course! What would take us days even on horses will be a matter of hours, if that, with her help.”

Kakashi’s stomach does a weary flip flop. “I, uh...I’ve never -?”

“It’s really not much different than a horse, I promise.”

“If you fall off a horse, you might bruise your backside. If we fall -?”

“You’ll not fall, sir,” Raziya then offers, grinning toothily at him. “And even if you do, I can catch you!”

“Raziya and I have practiced.”

“...you’re both going to get me killed.”

In a storehouse just outside the manor, Kumiko hauls open a door to reveal the largest set of tack Kakashi has ever seen, including a menagerie of saddlebags that would make his gelding’s knees buckle. He blinks. “...we really need all that?”

“Better to be prepared,” Kumiko offers. “It’s only a few hours to the Gelidans from here, but depending on what we find, we might have to make camp.”

“How, er...big is she, exactly?”

Glancing back to him, Kumiko’s eyes lift over his shoulder before grinning and nodding. “Take a look.”

Brow furrowing, he does just that and nearly leaps out of his skin. Where the woman was standing only a moment ago now rests a dragon the same color as her locks, easily dwarfing the roofline beside her. She’s now a shaggy, furry dragon the likes of which Kakashi has never seen.

Not...that he’s seen many, but the change from Suigin and her sleek scales (the only other dragon he’s had a civilized conversation with) admittedly surprises him.

Amusement glitters in the drach’s eyes, lowering her mighty head to blow warm air at him teasingly. “Forgive me, berech. The chance to startle you was one I could not allow myself to miss.”

“Everyone here is so used to her, a newcomer is an excitement,” Kumiko offers, hauling the largest saddle he’s ever seen to the dragon’s side, who obliges and crouches to better let her put it on. “She’s harmless...unless you bother me.”

“Were that the case, you’d already be smashed between my toes,” Raziya assures him, grinning with pearly teeth.

“...noted,” Kakashi remarks faintly, earning laughter from the pair of them. Once the shock fades, he moves to help arrange their supplies, Kumiko handling the tack until it’s all as she wants it.

“...ready?” the glacial mage then asks, glancing to Kakashi with a far more sober expression.

“...not really, but I suppose I don’t have any choice.”

“Well then...to the Gelidans!”

Chapter ten! Finally! Good GRACIOUS this took...way longer than it should have. I’ve been so busy and a bit museless (but hey that’s nothing new) BUT I’m hoping to wrap this fic up soon! I THINK there will only be four more chapters, but uh...this and nine were meant to be one chapter, and THIS chapter is the longest one yet, so...y’know. My planning isn’t entirely accurate x’D ANYWAY, more Kumiko and Kakashi! They’ve made it to Boralis, woo! But now the toughest part of their journey is upon them...they’re so close! Things are about to get very...interesting :3c No spoilers, but next chapter WILL see the two separate storylines finally converge! Which is gonna be chaotic but uh...we’ll see how it goes, lmao For now tho, it’s...very late and III need to scurry to bed. Tomorrow we’ll see if I can do more between juggling...literally everything else :’D Thanks, as always, for reading!

#yukaikokoro #abyssaldespair #hatake kakashi #kottakawa kumiko #kottakawa yuka #raziya #divine light [ au ]

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proudxkunoichi · 5 years

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reply to @maitoessensei

The masks shinobi wore tended to fall off upon stepping foot inside her office. Rarely did they come seeking her help because they wanted to. Most of the time it was either the Hokage putting his foot down and refusing to send them on missions until they solved whatever issues they had. Sometimes their friends and familiy pushed them into coming. Ino didn't have enough fingers to count the number of people that had, quite literally, been dragged to the Intelligence Division.

Knowing all of that, Gai's change in attitude shouldn't have taken her by surprise but it did. Ino covered it up expertly, barely surpressing the urge to wince when Neji's death got mentioned. It also reminded the blonde of her own painful loss. She shook her head. Now wasn't the time to think about her father. "He chose to give up his life for Hinata and Naruto, Gai-sensei. No matter how you twisted that scenario, one of them would have still died." To put somebody else's good before your own...that was the loudest cry of bravery. "Neji wouldn't want you blaming yourself."

Ino's fingers abruptly stopped fidgeting with the hem of her blouse. Kakashi Hatake was a special case, even among the most fucked-up ninja. The rumors about him were endless and everyone at some point had voiced their opinion in regards to what mental illnesses the man possessed. "You are wrong." she said though a small part of her whispered. Is he, really? Ino ignored it and continued, even surer of herself than before. "Kakashi-san has Team 7 and you, Gai-sensei." at this, her blue eyes softened considerably. She pushed her chair ahead so she'd be closer. "He has you. If anything, you are the only constant he has ever had in his life and believe me when I say that people with abandonment issues such as his don't take that lightly. You mean a lot to him, hard press as he might be to admit it."

One of her eyes twitched when the man before her rose from his chair before she told him to. Her lips curled upwards into a knowing smile. Gai was not the first who wanted to bolt in the opposite direction when it came to opening up. Much to Ino's dismay, he won't be the last either. "I don't think I made myself understood earlier." she paused as she stood up and circled her desk, coming to a stop behind him. Hands atop his shoulders, the kunoichi pushed him back into a sitting position. "Honestly Gai, Lee would be disappointed if he found out you tried fooling him." Ino decided to switch tactics. It was a little unfair, she supposed but she wasn't going to accept failure any more than she'd accept a nasty haircut. "You gave your word that you'd let me help you. Now please correct me if I'm wrong but not following through with your promises...isn't that quite the unyouthful thing to do?"

Ino positioned herself so she'd face him, her expression serious. "Yes, Neji is gone. And yes, Kakashi lost so much that it's a wonder he is still functioning as well as he does." Another pause. "Lee and Tenten are still here though, still alive and in surprisingly good mental health. They need their sensei to be the best version of himself that he can possibly be. And before you give me that crap about how they don't need you anymore...I don't think there comes a day when the student stops needing their teacher. There are nights I take Team Ten's genin photograph and pretend to scold Asuma-sensei for his smoking. Hearing Jiraiya-sama's name still has the power to make Naruto flinch and he had gone up against a goddess and Madara Uchiha for Shodai' sake. Also, go spy on Kakashi-san when he visits the Memorial Stone. He hasn't stopped asking the Yondaime for advice, even after all these years."

#@maitoessensei #war ate a girl and spat out a woman; [post war ino]#what we do when we put on our shinobi gear doesn't change who we are; [thread with gai]#if gai thinks ino is letting him leave that easily #he is in for a surprise #tw; character death

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sariasprincy-writes · 6 years

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Hollow Point 15

One // Two // Three // Four // Five // Six // Seven // Eight // Nine // Ten // Eleven // Twelve // Thirteen // Fourteen // Fifteen (here)

another special thanks to @la-moonlight-lily

Chapter Fifteen Don’t trust a book by its cover

Sakura thought about Egypt a lot following her conversation with Kakashi. Mostly her travels with him.

And Gaara. He had been cruel. Unforgiving. Simply a cover to get close enough for her own motives. But things hadn't been all bad.

Sakura twirled the coin in her fingers around slowly. It was a cheap little memento. Bought from the gift shop in the museum Gaara had taken her to one winter night. The coin itself had no meaning but the memories attached evoked a nostalgia that sank deep into her chest.

She could almost hear their footsteps as they paced the marble corridors. The hush that lay over the rooms as if the high ceilings were absorbing their murmured conversation. For a street rat, Gaara was surprisingly knowledgeable in both history and literature. Passion colored his usual monotone when he spoke on his favorite subjects. That icy demeanor warming into something almost gentle.

“For you, ya amar,” Gaara had told her, handing her the small coin in that small, cheesy gift shop. Somehow, the term ‘beautiful’ had always sounded sincere coming from his lips.

Sakura looked down at the coin now. Upon its gold surface was some ancient god, its name long since worn away by her fingers. Parts of it polished from years of tracing the edges. She still wasn’t entirely sure why she had kept it after all these years.

Closing her fingers around the coin, Sakura flicked her eyes up just as Ino dropped into the bench across the table.

“Hey,” the blonde said.

“Hey.”

Ino studied her, her eyes briefly falling to the hand that was fisting the coin. “Are you alright?”

Sakura managed a cool smile. “Fine. What’s up?”

Ino didn’t look quite convinced but she didn’t say anything, her gaze instead turning to a busboy as he passed, his arms full of dirty dishes. “So, I asked Shikamaru to look into that thing you asked me,” she said, her attention slowly turning back to Sakura. “There wasn’t anything sent between Madara and Hashirama electronically. Only payments and a couple of addresses.”

“Addresses?” Sakura repeated. “To where?”

The blonde shook her head. “I didn’t recognize the ones Shikamaru told me, but I’ll have him send them over to you. Maybe you’ll know them better than me.”

“When?”

“Shika said he’d have the file ready tonight.”

Sakura hummed noncommittally but didn’t offer any other comment. Just blew the steam off her coffee and sipped it.

When it was clear she wasn’t going to say anything more, Ino shifted the conversation, “Naruto and I finished delivering everything.”

“Any problems?” Sakura asked, her thumb resuming its smooth sweep over the coin in her hand.

The pointed look Ino shot her made her sigh.

“Let me guess. Kabuto?”

Sakura didn’t need to hear Ino’s reply to know the answer. Still, Sakura didn’t immediately move to stand. Instead, she finished her coffee and laid a few bills on the table before she finally turned back to Ino. “Shall we go pay him a visit then?”

The bell above the door chimed as the women made their exit. A lonely, gold coin on the tabletop shining in the setting sun, slowly growing cold in abandonment.

This part of the city was always dirtier than the rest. A little grungy. The type of place one expected to kick rats with each step. Even the tavern reeked of dishonesty, of betrayal waiting to happen. Every person in the bar eyed everyone else like they were waiting for any reason to stab someone in the back.

The perfect place to find a seedy, dishonest man.

Sakura smiled at the bartender behind the counter as she passed. A look that was more of a warning than a greeting. He said nothing. Only watched her pass, Ino and Naruto flanking her like two rays of sunshine. Just waiting to burn someone.

The door to the backroom was closed when they reached it. Sakura walked in without knocking.

Inside, three men sat around a large table. In the center was Kabuto. His eyes widened behind his glasses when he spotted her.

Sakura just smiled pleasantly, her eyes falling to the men on either side of her. “Hello, boys. Do you mind giving us the room?”

When both began slowly slipping their hands into the inside of their pockets, her eyes narrowed. In an instant, Sakura withdrew her own gun and leveled it at the man on Kabuto’s right. Behind her, Naruto had his own weapon out, trained on the man on the other side.

“Perhaps I didn’t make myself clear. It wasn’t a request,” Sakura nearly snarled. “Get out.”

Like cockroaches exposed to sunlight, both men scrambled from the room. The door slammed shut behind them. Naruto lowered his gun but kept it in hand as Sakura tucked hers back into her pocket. Without invite, she crossed the room, the heels of her boots thudding against the wood like death knocking at the door, and deposited herself down into the chair across from Kabuto.

A few minutes passed without either speaking. Sakura observed Kabuto silently, taking in his gaunt features and the faded bruising under his chin. Someone had definitely taken a swing at him. Raised his guard and lowered his trust. His beady eyed flickered from Sakura to Naruto and Ino and back again.

“We’ve always gotten along so well in the past, Kabuto,” Sakura said warmly. Like she hadn’t just pulled a gun on one of his men. “Tell me, what bothers you?”

He remained silent, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.

Sakura released a quiet sigh. “Kabuto, darling,” she tried again. “Haven’t I always gotten you what you asked? Why are you so intent on troubling me?”

“It isn’t my fault,” Kabuto blurted out.

Her brow arched curiously. “Oh?”

“It’s my investments,” he told her quickly. “The cash isn’t flowing as fast as it used to. I’m trying to get you your money but I have other obligations. As soon as I get paid, I will send you what I have-.”

“You see, that’s the problem, isn’t it?” Sakura said. There was nothing outright threatening about her tone but Kabuto froze like she had put a gun to his head. “When we first started, you agreed that payment would be given upon delivery of the goods and lately you have failed to do so. I’m done giving you chances, Kabuto. Give me my money or you will find yourself at the bottom of the East River.”

The blood drained from his face.

With her point made, Sakura stood but she didn’t immediately turn to leave as she looked down at him. “This is our last meeting on the matter,” she told him. “The next time you see me, it will be your last.”

Then she swept out of the room. Naruto and Ino followed her obediently, the former sheathing his gun before leaving that tense backroom.

Outside, Sakura turned to Naruto. “If Kabuto doesn’t give us payment in the next twenty-four hours, find him.”

“You want me to bring him to you?” he asked.

She nodded. “It’s been awhile since I’ve had to clean up a body. And it’s always a good reminder to the rest of my clients what’ll happen should they stray from our agreement.”

He shot her a smile that showed his cruel excitement before he jumped into his jeep and drove off.

Sakura just watched him go, not sharing the sentiment. There were few things in this business she didn’t enjoy, and punishing those who defied her was not one of them. It was more of an inconvenience than anything.

Ino didn’t speak the entire drive back into downtown. A rarity for the normally chatty blonde.

At a streetlight, Sakura glanced over at her. “Are you mad at what I said in there?”

Strangely enough, Sakura half-hoped she would say yes. That Ino would ask her for an out. That seeing Sakura near her cruelest would convince Ino that this life wasn’t what she wanted for herself.

That hope was short-lived when Ino turned her gaze from out the window to look over at Sakura. “No. Why would you say that?”

Because Sakura had essentially just signed a man’s death certificate. She didn’t know if Ino’s lack of horror or even concern relieved or made her feel worse. Perhaps Ino was cut out for this line of work.

In the end, Sakura chose not to answer. She turned her face forward again as the light changed green before she continued towards Ino’s townhouse. They exchanged few words when they pulled up out front. Only Ino telling her that Shikamaru would be in touch soon.

And soon it was.

Less than twenty minutes later, before Sakura had even arrived home, Shikamaru texted her an address. It was to a café. A little hole-in-the-wall place with a dozen tables and intimate lighting.

Shikamaru wasn’t there when Sakura arrived. She ordered herself a coffee and sat at one of the back tables. Near the emergency exit and with a view of the entire room. She didn’t have to wait long.

Cloaked in a black hoodie and dark jeans, Shikamaru slinked into the shop. He weaved around the tables and deposited himself into the chair across from her. There was an unusual frown on his face. He wasn’t happy about something.

“I never disliked you,” he told her in a tone that wasn’t exactly friendly.

Sakura said nothing. Simply arched her brow over her coffee mug, waiting to see where this conversation was going.

“I never approved of your lifestyle but I never hated you for it,” he continued. Then his tone sharpened. “Until you dragged Ino into it.”

“I did not drag Ino into it,” Sakura told him levelly. “She asked me-”

“She just lost her parents.”

His tone was hard enough to give her pause. Sakura stared at him. Observed the way the low lighting cast his face into something harsh and unforgiving. A look she had never seen on the usually nonchalant man. For the first time, he seemed like someone capable of working with the CIA. Lies, deceit. Tip toeing on the edge of what was right and what was necessary.

Sakura didn’t flinch away. Merely met his gaze evenly. “I get it,” she told him quietly. “I really do. But ultimately this was her choice. So, if you want to keep her from harm, I suggest you help me. Because the only way I can ensure her safety is by having accurate information myself.”

Shikamaru didn’t immediately reply. His eyes narrowed minutely, as if finding her words more threatening than factual. In the end, it didn’t really matter which he believed. He passed her a flash drive.

“A full list of the locations Hashirama gave Madara,” he said, his voice that bored monotone once again. “I haven’t figured out the significance of them yet, but I have a few guesses.”

Sakura curled her fingers around the black device, barely the size of a bullet. “Which are?”

“Some are shipping yards,” Shikamaru said. “I think Madara might be composing a list of active ports and warehouses that move product in and out of the country.”

“But?” she asked when he trailed off.

“But I don’t know why Hashirama would be paying Madara for that information. The money should be flowing the other way if Hashirama is doing Madara a favor.”

“Meaning that Hashirama must want some knowledge about these locations,” Sakura surmised.

Shikamaru nodded.

She considered this until the man across from her stood. Sakura didn’t move to leave with him. Merely tilted her head back to meet his gaze. Even in the dim lighting, she could see Shikamaru still wasn’t overly pleased with her.

“Ino was my first friend,” Sakura said quietly, stopping him before he left. “I won’t let this world take her like it took me.”

To her surprise, the corner of Shikamaru’s mouth twitched with cold humor. “As if you can actually stop it.”

Sakura sat alone in the cafe for a little while longer after that. Some emotion she couldn’t quite name curling and uncurling itself under her breastbone. The little, black USB on the table reflected the overhead lights faintly.

Eventually, Sakura reached for it again, plugging it into the little tablet she had brought with her. It took a second for the files to transfer over. When they were ready, a window popped up. She pressed the button to open the document.

Sakura read through the list quickly, the furrow between her brows deepening with each line she read. Because it wasn’t just one or two addresses that were familiar.

She recognized all of them.

Sakura found herself alone that night. She sat in one of the kitchen chairs she had dragged over to the window, a pillow under her to cushion her rear against the hard wood and her feet propped up on the windowsill.

A shot glass and bottle of tequila sat near her foot but both remained untouched. Sakura considered going to bed. It was well past midnight. Actually, as she glanced at the clock on the wall again, she saw it was past two in the morning. But she couldn’t quite seem to pull herself up from the chair.

At least not until she heard a loud knock at the door.

Twisting around in her chair, Sakura wondered who would be bothering her at this hour without so much as a phone call. In the end, her curiosity won out. She made her way towards the door, swinging by the kitchen table where she had left her gun, before she unbolted the lock and pulled the heavy door open.

Tobirama stood before her. Covered in blood and panting like he had run half a dozen blocks. Wide eyed, Sakura stared at him before she yanked him inside her apartment and stuck her head out into the hall to ensure he hadn’t been seen. When she found it empty, she pocketed her gun and slid the door shut again before she turned back to Tobirama.

Only to find herself face-to-face with the barrel of a gun.

Sakura stared at it before she looked past it to look at Tobirama. “Well this is one hell of a greeting.”

“You’re a traitor,” he snarled, his face twisted in rage.

That accusation made her next heartbeat pound through her chest but outwardly she remained calm. She simply eyed him, taking in the fury that seemed to radiate off of him in waves and the blood that clung to his clothes and skin. It stained his jeans and crusted along the backs of his hands. She didn’t know how much of it was his and she didn’t ask. He couldn’t have been too injured if he was standing there pointing a gun at her head.

“Excuse me?” Sakura said smoothly. But there was an edge of something menacing in her undertone.

“Akatsuki knew we were coming. They ambushed us the second we stepped through the door,” he told her. “They cornered us in the warehouse and picked us off one-by-one. I barely escaped.”

She blinked in honest surprise, considering for the first time that the blood on him was likely from his own men. A raid of that scale must have cost him three, maybe four dozen men.

It took her a moment to process. “You think I told them?” she asked with quiet incredulity.

His immediate answer was shoving his gun further into her face. Automatically she took a half-step back, only too aware her back was literally to the wall.

“Well I don’t have any actual proof that you killed Sasori,” Tobirama said darkly. “How do we know you didn’t meet in all that time you were away and flip sides?”

Sakura laughed. But it was harsh and absent of amusement. “And I what? Stabbed myself?” she countered.

When he just continued to glare threateningly, her eyes narrowed, “Are you fucking kidding me, Tobirama? I gave you those guns for that raid. Why would I give them to you if I had planned to kill you in the first place?”

“To make it look like an accident.”

“Accident? If I wanted you dead, there are a hell of a lot easier ways to do it than by siding with Akatsuki,” she snapped. “I’m only here because Hashirama needs resources and I owe him. Killing you would be the opposite of helping him.”

It was the first thing she said that seemed to get through to him. His rage subsided somewhat. Not much but enough that the harsh sneer on his face lessened to a deep frown. “And yet you still haven’t told me why you are helping him,” Tobirama said, his tone almost causal. Like he didn’t still have a loaded weapon an inch from her face.

“I don’t owe you an explanation. I don’t owe you shit,” Sakura retorted harshly. “I am the only person who has shown you an ounce of decency - perhaps ever - and this is the thanks I get. No wonder you’re such a miserable asshole.”

His scowl returned. “I don’t need you. And neither does Hashirama. We were fine before you came along-”

“We?” she repeated with a laugh. Then she fixed Tobirama with a cruel stare. “As if any of this is yours. Everything you own is because of Hashirama. Before him, you had nothing. Take him away and you’re still left with nothing. You are and always will be a gangster, Tobirama. Nothing more.”

Rage burned bright in Tobirama’s eyes, but underneath all of that there was something else. Bitterness? Or perhaps resentment? She had the feeling she had struck a nerve, hit a little too close to the truth, which was where his real anger was stemming from.

Either way, his gun held steady. Sakura wondered if she had pushed him too far. If he was going to lodge a bullet between her eyes.

Then her phone chirped from a notification on the table, drawing his attention for a fraction of a second. It was all Sakura needed.

With quick movements, she grabbed the barrel of his gun with one hand and Tobirama’s wrist with the other, using her fingers to disengage the magazine from the weapon before she racked the slide against the counter. Both the magazine and the remaining bullet in the chamber hit the floor with a metallic clink until she was standing with an unloaded weapon.

It was all over in the blink of an eye. Tobirama stared at the gun in her hands. Then the bullets on the floor before he met her gaze.

Sakura stared back coldly. “Get out. You’re no longer welcome here,” she told him icily. “If you break in again, I’ll shoot to kill.”

Tobirama glared at her for a minute more before he slipped out of the apartment without a word.

Even after he was gone, Sakura didn’t immediately move. She glanced down at the gun in her hand, trying to process what had just happened. How could things have shifted so quickly. She hated the way she felt. Like a teenage girl that had just broken up with her boyfriend. She was pissed at Tobirama, but even more pissed at herself for letting things come to this. There were more important things that needed her attention.

Sakura deposited herself back on her chair in front of the window after putting Tobirama’s gun away. She placed the weapon in one drawer and the bullets in another before washing her hands of the blood that had lingered on the weapon.

She didn’t know how long she sat there thinking. Or rather, trying not to think. About Tobirama or Hashirama. About why she was here in New York City. About her past.

The sun was beginning to peer through the skyscrapers when Sakura finally went to bed. She dreamt that morning. Of the day Hashirama had found her in that orphanage in Russia. Even twenty years ago when she was still only six, Sakura could still recall the safety and security she had felt curled up in his arms as he brought her home. Brought her to Tsunade. The day that put her on the path to where she was now.

And the assignment she knew she was not allowed to fail.

to be continued...

#hollow point #tobisaku #tobirama #sakura #chapter 15 #saria writes #crime au #arms dealer au #now things are getting good

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hedgehoggery · 6 years

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Wasted Time

Another kakayama. not sure this qualifies as a “short” story. I hope this one doesn’t offend anyone. In my head I feel like Kakashi wrestled with the confusion of being gay and I certainly don’t mean that as an insult. He figured it out eventually. This was also my first time writing an actual explicit sex scene and of course I was trying to write bad sex lol. Yikes.

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“It feels weird not having you on the team anymore, senpai.” Kakashi chuckled into his drink at the conflicting nature of Tenzo’s words.

“You don’t have to call me senpai anymore, Tenzo. That’s part of me not being on the team.”

“That’s part of it being weird,” Tenzo countered, nursing his own beverage.

The celebration of Kakashi’s retirement from Anbu had started with all of Team Ro and had dwindled to just Kakashi and Tenzo at the bar. These outings always ended with just Kakashi and Tenzo, drinking far too much alcohol and staying up far too late. Kakashi could already feel the haze of intoxication on the edge of his mind before his other teammates had left, and now, several hours later, he could no longer deny that he was drunk.

“Hmm, is that really why it’s weird? Or are you just feeling sad you won’t get to see me as often anymore?” Tenzo’s red cheeks mirrored Kakashi’s own embarrassment at his very forward choice of words. Kakashi was many things, but ‘forward’ wasn’t usually one of them, especially with Tenzo. I’ve really had too much to drink.

“Of course I’ll miss working with you, senpai. Our team dynamic will change.” Tenzo stared into his drink as he spoke, choosing his words carefully. As always, perfectly polished words from such a perfectly polished man. Kakashi sighed. He was usually in control of his words and actions and thoughts. But around Tenzo… no, not Tenzo. It’s just the alcohol.

“Good,” Kakashi said curtly, taking a sip of his drink. “I’ll miss our missions together as well.” Tenzo sighed, and a flash of dejection shot across his expression before he could compose himself.

“Hey, if it isn’t Kakashi Hatake!” A familiar voice called out from behind Kakashi, followed by a familiar slightly-too-hard clap on the shoulder.

“Asuma,” Kakashi said without turning around. “You’re sure out late.”

“Same to you,” Asuma replied. “Who’s your friend?” Kakashi and Tenzo glanced at each other, then quickly back down at the bar.

“Former teammate,” Kakashi muttered, feeling the flush spreading beyond the protective border of his ever-present face mask.

“I was just leaving,” Tenzo said, standing up. Kakashi’s head snapped up towards him in surprise, but he used all his restraint to stop himself from grabbing his kohai’s hand in protest and pulling him back onto the barstool. “I’ll see you around, senpai.”

“See you,” Kakashi said, his voice betraying the turmoil behind his calm facade. He rested his chin in his hand and watched appreciatively as Tenzo walked away.

“So, you two a thing?” Kakashi jumped in surprise and spun around - he had forgotten Asuma was sitting behind him.

“What kind of question is that?!” Kakashi spat.

“A simple one,” Asuma said, more than a hint of amusement in his voice.

“No, we’re not ‘a thing.’ Why would you even think that?” Asuma shrugged.

“You sure look at each other like there’s something there.”

“Well, there’s not.”

“Why not?” Kakashi inadvertently slammed his glass onto the bar at Asuma’s insistent line of questioning.

“Because he’s a guy!” Kakashi felt his face get red at Asuma’s booming laugh.

“So you’re gay, so what?” he said, chuckling. Kakashi was surprised to find that his face could get even redder.

“I...I’m not… gay!” he sputtered, barely convincing even himself. Asuma raised his eyebrow.

“Wow, are you that insecure, Kakashi? I’m really surprised. I guess I’ll leave you to figure that out.” Kakashi watched as Asuma slid off his barstool and walked over to talk with Kurenai.

Kakashi looked furiously around the bar and let his eyes land on an attractive brunette girl sitting alone at the bar, glancing over at him. He chugged the last half of his drink and pushed off the bar.

“Hey,” he said to the girl, resting his elbows on the bar next to her.

“Hey,” she replied, giggling like a schoolgirl. It was all Kakashi could do to stop himself from visibly rolling his eyes at her. But he was used to reactions like this - he had mastered the art of finding exactly the type of girl in the bar who wouldn’t need much convincing to go home with him. And tonight, Kakashi didn’t have the patience to spend time convincing anyone of anything.

“Wanna come home with me?” he said, his words slightly slurred from either the alcohol or embarrassment. This was the second time tonight he found himself being forward, and it didn’t suit him. The girl gasped in surprise, then thought to herself and shrugged.

“Okay,” she said. That was scarily easy, Kakashi thought. He grabbed the girl’s hand and pulled her to the door of the bar, making sure to catch Asuma’s eye on the way out.

Kakashi was grateful that the bar was close to his apartment so he wouldn’t have to make small talk with the random girl. He opened the door to his apartment and pushed her inside, wasting no time before he starting pulling her clothes off.

“Hey!” she protested. “I don’t even know your name!”

“The less we know about each other the better,” Kakashi replied, unclasping her bra. The girl seemed to agree with his sentiment, as she pushed him backwards towards the bed. She started to pull Kakashi’s shirt up but he grabbed her wrist, pulling it down to his pants. She complied without question, unbuttoning quickly and letting his pants fall to the floor. He felt his cheeks get hot as she raised her eyebrow at his undeniable lack of arousal.

“Let me help you with that,” she said seductively, pushing him down onto the bed. Kakashi felt her hands on his knees, then slowly graze up his thigh. He closed his eyes and sighed as he felt the girl’s fingers slowly stroke his cock. He felt the blood start to rush towards his arousal and mentally thanked the human anatomy for being so superficially easy to please.

Satisfied with her success, the girl climbed on top of Kakashi. She giggled playfully and leaned down to kiss him, bringing her hand up to pull his mask down. He quickly reached up and grabbed her wrist and slammed it down onto the bed, harder than he intended. A flash of fear shot across her eyes and Kakashi realized he had gone too far.

“Sorry,” he said. “But we’re here to fuck, not kiss. I told you before, the less we know about each other the better.” She stared at him, clearly still shaken up. “D...do you want to stop?” He allowed genuine apology to break the normal hard shell of his words. The girl noticed - her face softened and she shook her head.

“No, it’s okay,” she said. “You’re a shinobi, right? You guys are always a little rougher than you mean to be.” Kakashi chose to ignore the implication that she’d been with several other shinobi and instead flipped the girl over so he was sitting on top of her hips. He let his fingers slide down her stomach and into her cunt, slowly dancing his fingers around until found her clit. She exhaled sharply and thrust her hips slightly, clearly enjoying herself. He used two fingers to stroke her opening again, causing her to moan slightly.

See, this is fine, he thought to himself. This is what it’s supposed to be like. He continued fingering her, stroking himself slightly with his free hand to maintain his arousal, until her moans became more urgent and she finally let out a scream - much louder than Kakashi would have preferred given the thin walls of his apartment. He removed his dripping fingers and guided his cock into her cunt, hearing her gasp slightly at the sudden shift in sensation. He thrust forward hard, groaning softly at the feeling, and exhaled as he let himself adjust to the enjoyment. He shuddered as he thrust again - quicker this time - and closed his eyes to find Tenzo’s face flash across his thoughts. He moaned as the thought seemed to amplify the feeling of pleasure and let his mind wander down the familiar path he used to get off - flashes of Tenzo’s face, Tenzo’s chest, pulling Tenzo’s shirt off. His thrusts became more aggressive as the train of thought moved lower - pulling Tenzo’s pants off, pushing Tenzo onto the bed, feeling himself inside …

“Ah...ahhh… Tenzo!!”

Oh shit. He looked down at the girl and her expression confirmed his fear that he had actually yelled that out loud.

“Who the fuck is Tenzo?!” she exclaimed as Kakashi removed himself from the mess he had made on her.

“Fuck,” he whispered. He stood up and went into the bathroom to clean up, leaving the girl sitting on his bed glaring at him. When he returned she was already dressed, having used god knows what to clean herself up. “You’re leaving?”

“I figured we were done here,” she said. He shrugged. It was true he didn’t want her to stay, but he wasn’t used to being the one getting walked out on. He threw on his pants and walked her to the door, leaning against the doorframe as she walked outside.

“I’ll see you around or whatever,” he said, crossing his arms across his chest. She smirked and started to walk away before stopping suddenly and turning around to face him.

“Look, I don’t know you at all,” she said. Here we go, he thought. “But you clearly have some shit to work through. I don’t know what your problem is but I do know that fucking randos in bars isn’t going to solve it. So do yourself a favor and stop.”

“You’re one to talk!” he spat, unable to control the feeling of anger-coated embarrassment her surprising words had caused. She chuckled.

“The only problem I had was that I wanted some,” she admitted. “You solved that pretty well. But I think your problem is a little more complex than mine.” She turned and left, and Kakashi slammed the door behind her. He slumped down onto his couch.

“Fucking whore,” he murmured to himself, immediately filled with guilt at the accusation. He knew all too well he had no right to insult her for acting the same way he acted. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back on the couch, and Tenzo’s face again flashed in his thoughts. _______ “Another round?”

Kakashi looked at the empty glass swaying slightly in his vision and nodded, thrusting it clumsily in the direction he thought the bartender was probably standing. He watched as the bartender started filling it with his fourth rum and coke.

“‘S make it double in time,” he slurred, concentrating hard and still failing to form a coherent sentence. The bartender chuckled.

“Sorry man, going to have to say no,” he said. “It’s honestly against my better judgement to even give you this.” He slid the single rum and coke across the bar to Kakashi, who sighed and picked it up.

It was probably for the better - Kakashi had come to the bar with the intention of drowning his sorrows but had found that the alcohol had only amplified them instead. He rested his forehead on the bar and gritted his teeth. Ever since the random girl had left his apartment this night before, he had found himself thrust into a deep pit of despair - deeper than he’d been in a long time. Since…

Don’t, Kakashi. Don’t think her name.

He forced himself to stop his train of thought by downing a huge gulp of his drink - he missed part of his mouth and most of the drink had ended up on his chest. He sighed and tried to use his hand to wipe the drink off himself, clumsily spreading it further around.

“Senpai? What are you doing? Are you okay?”

Fuck. Just what I need.

“You’re the last person I want to see right now, Tenzo,” Kakashi slurred, aware that his words were both a complete truth and a complete lie. He turned around in his seat but the motion caused him to almost slide completely off of his barstool. Tenzo stepped forward and caught him, sending waves of both comfort and electricity washing over him. He chose to focus on the comfort and let himself rest in Tenzo’s arm, hoping he was drunk enough to play it off.

“Are you drunk?!” Kakashi tried to laugh at Tenzo’s stupid question, but it came out more like a cry for help. “This is ridiculous. I’m going to take you home.” Tenzo looked at the bartender. “You should be ashamed of yourself!”

“Don’ worry, I am,” Kakashi slurred. Tenzo sighed.

“I wasn’t talking to you,” he said, hoisting Kakashi’s arm over his shoulder. “Come on, let’s go.”

He pulled his senpai up to a standing position, which quickly deteriorated into a mostly-leaning position as they struggled out of the bar.

“What’re you doing ‘ere?” Kakashi asked. Tenzo sighed.

“It doesn’t matter,” he sighed.

“Tenzo, did you have a date!?” he asked, trying to sound amused but hearing the jealousy crack through his slurring voice. Tenzo scoffed.

“No, I did not,” he said curtly. Kakashi felt sudden guilt at the realization that he was happy Tenzo was alone at the bar.

“Tenzo…” he started shakily. He looked up at his kohai guiding him deftly through the streets of Konoha and was struck by how perfectly the full moon illuminated every feature of his face. His big brown eyes seemed to reflect the light of every single star in the sky. Kakashi forgot what he had been planning to say as he stared slack jawed at the younger man.

“Hmm?” Tenzo said, glancing down at him and turning pink when he saw the older man’s expression. Kakashi stopped walking and stood up to look Tenzo in the eye. He heard Tenzo’s breath quicken as they stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. Kakashi glanced down at the source of Tenzo’s airy breaths and saw his lip wavering slightly. He leaned down as if drawn magnetically to his face - Tenzo’s breaths stopped altogether as Kakashi found himself centimeters away from the younger man’s lips. He gasped suddenly and stood up, pushing Tenzo away - the force of the push was much harder than he had intended, and Tenzo stumbled backwards, falling onto the ground. He sat up and stared at Kakashi in horror.

“Fuck!” Kakashi ran his fingers through his silver hair as he yelled, suddenly sober, and stared down at the younger man’s pained expression. He turned around and ran towards his apartment, leaving Tenzo sitting in the dirt alone. ___________ “Fuck!!”

Kakashi barely made it into his apartment before falling to his knees in the doorway.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he screamed at himself again. It seemed to be the only word his brain would produce, probably because it was too cluttered with the feeling of how Tenzo’s breath had graced his face. Kakashi suddenly felt as if he couldn’t breathe as he remembered the look of betrayal in his kohai’s eyes as he stared up at Kakashi from the dirt. Kakashi looked at his own hands - his own stupid hands, hands so stupid they would do something to hurt Tenzo - and found himself clenching them into fists.

“Fuuuck!!” He pounded the floor with his fists. The noise of the pounding continued after he had stopped and he stared in confusion before realizing someone was knocking on the door. He sighed and stood up. Guess I am being kind of loud, the neighbors are here to shut me up. He took a second to put on his usual disinterested expression and pulled open the door, ready to apologize. Any semblance of being put together fell apart as he discovered Tenzo standing on his doorstep. He stepped into the apartment before Kakashi could stop him.

“Why are you here?!” Kakashi yelled frantically. Tenzo looked as if he wanted to cry - Kakashi’s chest grew very tight at the realization that he had been the cause of that expression on Tenzo’s face. Why? Why would he do that? Tenzo, the man who had smiled through all of life’s cruel twists and turns, was on the verge of tears now because of Kakashi. He wanted to fall to his knees and die.

“I’m here to apologize,” Tenzo said. The words seemed absolutely ridiculous to Kakashi. He had taken the light from this perfect man’s perfect eyes and now he here was to apologize to him? He scoffed.

“Why?!” He realized his thoughts were not being conveyed at all through his words and that, to Tenzo, he probably seemed downright angry with him. He tried again, softer. “Why?”

“I… I must have done something to upset you,” he started. “You said I was the last person you’d want to see and then you pushed me away. I’m sorry for whatever it was I did.” Kakashi stared at him speechless, feeling his chest tighten beyond the point he thought possible. His brain still seemed capable of only producing one word, but now it was ‘why’. He breathed it at Tenzo - the younger man’s expression shifted from sadness to confusion at Kakashi’s continued line of questioning.

“Why?” Kakashi said again, louder. Tenzo stared down at the floor, unsure how to answer. “Why, Tenzo? Why!! Why do you make me feel like this?!?” Tenzo gasped and looked up, looking just as surprised as Kakashi felt by his admission. He expected to feel embarrassed but instead felt only relief, as if by admitting this to Tenzo he had let the pressure out of his chest. “Fuck, Tenzo - “

With one step he had closed the distance between them, pulling down his mask with his right hand and using his left to push Tenzo’s face towards his own. He let his lips slam into Tenzo’s - a little harder than he would’ve usually liked to kiss someone, but oh well - and felt Tenzo tense up at the shock, then melt into Kakashi’s kiss. Tenzo wrapped his arms around Kakashi’s neck, tangling his fingers in his wild silver hair. Kakashi slipped his tongue into Tenzo’s mouth, savoring the texture of his kohai’s tongue. His right hand explored Tenzo’s hair, his neck, his arm, his waist - Kakashi felt like he couldn’t touch enough of him. He finally broke the kiss to take a much needed breath and looked into his kohai’s eyes again. The pain and betrayal and confusion had all been replaced with something else, was it joy?

“Kakashi…” The older man felt his entire body shudder as Tenzo breathed his name like he’d never heard it before. All these years he had thought it was just a name; he’d never paid attention to it much, in fact. But suddenly Tenzo made it sound like more than a word - it sounded like a note sung by angels, like a key that only opened one door, like a flower blooming through a crack in the pavement. Tenzo pulled Kakashi’s face back into his own and kissed him again. Kakashi felt his knees giving way beneath him and he fell to the ground, wrapping his arms around Tenzo’s waist and laying his head on his stomach.

“Tenzo, I…” He realized he had no idea what to say, other than he wanted to say Tenzo’s name every second from now until he died. “Tenzo.”

“Senpai, are you still drunk?” Kakashi laughed and suddenly remembered that, yes, he was drunk, but he somehow knew the alcohol was not at all to blame for the feeling of warmth throughout him.

“Tenzo,” he said again, not caring that he sounded like an insane person. He felt Tenzo kneel down next to him and pick him up. He expected to feel vulnerable but felt instead completely safe. He rested his head in Tenzo’s warmth as he felt himself being carried to his bed. He closed his eyes as he was gently laid onto the bed and smiled as Tenzo removed his shoes.

“There, senpai, go to sleep,” Tenzo said. Kakashi shot up, suddenly afraid that Tenzo was leaving.

“Please don’t go!” Tenzo looked at him in surprise, and Kakashi was glad to see him sitting on the foot of the bed, removing his own shoes. The brunette man smiled and climbed into bed next to Kakashi.

“I’m not leaving you,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around the older man’s chest. Kakashi let out a long exhale that felt like more than just breath and felt himself relaxing into Tenzo’s arms. Why had he fought this for so long? Why had he thought this was a bad idea?

“Tenzo, I’m so sorry…” he started, but Tenzo shushed him gently.

“It’s alright,” he whispered. “Just go to sleep.” Kakashi gratefully complied, feeling himself drift off peacefully.

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bakubabes-tatakae · 4 years

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The fuck, marry kill with Kakashi got me thinking... What about rough sex with anbu Kakashi? headcannons or a scenario, you chose 👉👈

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As you placed your things in your locker you heard the faint chatter of others growing nearer. The final group that had been out on the smaller missions must have just gotten back. The door to the locker room opened and a group entered. A couple of them waved as they walked by, and their leader for the day, your captain, entered behind them. He watched you as he walked behind you, headed to his locker.

Kakashi Hatake.

You held your locker door, letting it hold you up a little. Kakashi had a way of taking you down to your knees without even trying, but he was your captain; forbidden fruit.

As the other laughing men began leaving the room you peeked to your left, just barely catching the eyes of the Hatake man. Before he could realize you had been staring you turned your head. But it wasn’t quite as soon as you had thought.

As the door to the locker room shut again you felt breath on the back of your neck. “I saw that.”

A shiver ran through you as his hands touched your lower back. You swallowed hard and turned around, backing up into your locker. “Captain Hatake, I’m sorry. I don’t know what you mean.”

A breathy chuckle came from his lips. “Sure you do, I caught your eyes on me.” He hand touched your hip, the sensation of it making you almost stop breathing. “What is it that you want Y/n? It’s not the first time I’ve caught your eyes on me.”

Your heart was beating so fast that it felt like it would beat right out of your chest. “I... uh... Kakashi...” He stopped you with his lips, rough and wanting.

He pushed you by your hips into the lockers. But you didn’t fight back. Instead, you leaned into him, your hips pushing against his own. You could feel his erection fighting against the material of his pants. Kakashi’s hands wandered up to your sides, sliding up to your breasts. A firm squeeze made a small noise sound against his lips. “Such a naughty girl, wanting you Captain.” The feeling of his voice vibrating against your lips making you smile. “You know we can get in big trouble for this, right?”

You said nothing as you moved your head back, all you did was bite your lip. Kakashi’s eyes widened as the sight of it. He gripped your arm and pulled you along behind him, headed toward the showers. He turned one on and turned back to you. “Strip. Now.” He was already taking his vest off, his tank top not far behind it.

You did as he told you, your tank top leaving with ease and your pants and panties sliding down your legs a second later. Kakashi grabbed your hand and dragged you into the shower with him. The feeling of the hot water on your skin relaxing your muscles. With a rough push, Kakashi had you pinned to the shower wall. His tongue begged for entrance against your lips and as you allowed it your lips danced together. “What do you want me to do to you, doll?”

You could barely speak as his hands ravaged your body. “I want you to fuck me.” You sounded desperate as you spoke back. “Please.”

The desperation on your voice made a smirk tug on Kakashi’s lips. “Do you really want that?” His hand slid down to your already dripping cunt. “How bad?”

As his fingers rubbed your folds you had all you could just to stand up. “So bad Kakashi... I can’t take it.”

An amused exhalation fell upon him as he watched you come undone under his touch. His fingers plunged into your core as he ruthlessly pleasured your walls. “You’re so wet for me love.” You let your head fall against the wall behind you. Your walls were closing around his fingers, your climax growing near as he sent continuous waves of pleasure through you. As he relinquished his fingers a whine filled the space around you.

Kakashi grabbed your arm and spun you around, shoving you forward. Your hands grasped the bar in front of you as he pushed you down by your back. “Bend over like a good girl for daddy.” His hands slid down your back and over your ass cheeks. “So pretty for me.”

This was wrong, and you knew it, but you had been yearning for him for so long now.

His erection touched your legs as he leaned forward to grab a first full of your hair. With his free hand, he lined his cock up with your tight hole, thrusting forward hard, but keeping you in place by your hair. You cried out his name as his entrance, causing him to pull your hair a little harder. “You like that you dirty girl?”

“Yes,” You pleaded with him. “Yes, Kakashi.”

Kakashi’s rough hand planted a smack on your ass that lingered as he removed his hand. “You’re so perfect for your Captain, aren’t you?”

You were unable to speak as his thrusts grew harsher, searching for his release. With each push of his hips, your walls squeezed around him. “So beautiful as you fall apart under me, doll.”

“I’m so close...” You began seeing stars as he picked up his pace at your words.

“Come on love, cum for me.” He clenched his eyes shut as your cunt clenched around his cock. “Better hurry, cause I’m almost there.” A whine escaped you as you finally felt yourself let go, your orgasm shattering you. A strangled sound escaped him as his hot seed painted your walls.

You slowly stood back up straight and turned to him. His hand reached behind you and squeezed your ass cheek. “No one is to find out about this. We’d both be in trouble and you’d be taken off my team.” A sly smile spread across his face. “But anytime you need a little loving, come find me.” He grasped your chin in hand roughly and planted one last kiss on your lips.

Kakashi grabbed a towel from the bench and pushed the shower curtain back. As he did you could see a couple of men standing by the door. As he wrapped the towel around his waist you heard the men talk. “Who was in there with you Captain?” It was your squad asking.

“Don’t worry about it, it doesn’t concern you. If any of you breathe a word of this Danzo or the Hokage... I’ll Chidori you.”

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onceandalwaysenglishmajor · 7 years

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Lee Alone

Fandom: Naruto Rating: T Pairing: GaaLee Words: 4852 Summary: When a baby is left on his doorstep, Rock Lee's world is turned upside down. A thin wail woke Rock Lee. He scrambled out of bed, wincing as his bare feet hit the cold wood floor. He opened the door to look for the source of the noise. A small, blanket wrapped bundle lay in front of his door. “There is no way someone left a baby on my doorstep,” Rock muttered to himself. The bundle let out another wail. Rock scooped the child up. A note crinkled against his bare chest. Rock moved back into his apartment, still trying to quiet the child. He gingerly shifted the baby enough to remove the paper pinned to the front of the plain green blanket the baby was wrapped in. Rock Lee of the Leaf, Do you remember the mission to the Land of Mist almost a year ago? Well, this is your son. I cannot be an effective ninja and a mother as well, and I chose not to let one discretion derail my life. The child is a month old, and he is your responsibility now. Please, don’t try to contact me. The letter wasn’t signed, but Rock knew who it was from. He did remember the mission to the Mist. He remembered bright eyes and a quick smile and a single night after a near death fight. And he remembered waking up alone, not even a note. He remembered calls and letters ignored, until he stopped trying to contact her. “What am I going to do with you?” Rock asked the baby. “She didn’t even give you a name.” The baby blinked at him with dark eyes. Very gently, Rock touched the baby’s dark hair, the same color as his own. “You really are mine,” he whispered. “What am I going to do?” He started mentally listing the things a baby would need. A crib, diapers, clothes, a name… At least it was a place to start. He didn’t even know what all you needed to take care of a baby. Rock took several deep breaths to calm himself. “Let’s go talk to Guy-sensi,” Rock said to the baby. “He always has good advice! He will be able to help us.” He nodded in decision. “At this time of day, Guy-sensi should be at the training grounds. We will look for him there.” Moving carefully, he laid the baby on his bed and rummaged for a clean jump suit. The baby started to cry again once out of Rock’s arms. “It will be all right,” Rock reassured the child. “I will pick you up again as soon as I am dressed!” He struggled quickly into a mostly clean jumpsuit. Carefully, he picked the baby up again. “I am not even sure how to hold you,” Rock muttered. He had held his friends’ children on occasion, but always under the careful supervision of their mothers. But this child’s mother hadn’t wanted him, hadn’t wanted Rock. “We will figure this out on our own!” Rock told the baby. “And I will never, ever leave you,” he said, as close to a whisper as his voice ever got. “Now, let us find Guy-sensi!” Guy-sensi was doing hand stand push-ups when Rock Lee reached the training ground. Usually he would shout across the space to get his sensi’s attention, but the baby had fallen asleep in their walk to the training ground, and Rock didn’t want to wake him up. It took a couple minutes for Guy to notice him. “Rock! Come join me! It’s been ages since we worked out together!” Guy called. Rock shook his head, gesturing with his chin to the baby in his arms. Guy flipped onto his feet and walked over to Rock. “Babysitting today?” Guy asked. Rock shook his head. “Um, no, sensi. Actually that is what I wanted to talk to you about…” The smile slipped from Guy’s face. “What’s going on? You know you can talk to me about anything,” Guy said, much quieter than his normal volume. Rock handed his sensi the note that came with his child. Guy read it quickly, his face serious. “It was only once,” Rock told his sensi miserably. “I did care for her, sensi. I did try to be a gentleman, to embody the power of youth and love!” Guy clapped his hand on Rock’s shoulder with with enough force to knock any other ninja off their feet. “I believe you, Lee. What are you going to do now?” Guy asked. Rock shrugged. “Raise him. He is my child, and I will not abandon him! No matter what!” Rock’s lower lip trembled as he fought back tears, but his eyes were fierce. Guy wrapped an arm around his pupil’s shoulders, careful not to jostle the baby. “That’s my boy! What a strong and responsible man you’ve grown into!” Guy was crying by now. “Do not cry, Guy-sensi! You will make me cry as well! I will take all of the lessons I have learned from you over the years, and I will endeavor to be the best father I can be!” This only made Guy cry harder. “I'm so proud of you!” Guy cried. “But sensi,” Rock said, trying to get his mentor back on track, “I do not know how to take care of a baby.” “Well, so many of you kids have children of your own now, it's practically a village wide project at this point,” Guy said. “But I would start by talking to Kurenai. She might still have some things, if she didn't give them all to Shikamaru.” “I will start there,” Rock said. Guy started to tear up again. “I believe in you! You have the power of youth on your side!” “Thank-you, Guy-sensi! I will not let you down!” “Oh, Rock! Before you leave, what’s his name?” Rock paused. “He- he doesn’t have one yet, sensi. His mother did not leave him with one, and I am uncertain what to call him.” The tears started in Guy’s eyes again. “You’ll figure it out. You’re going to be a great father, Rock Lee.” “I will do my very best, Guy-sensi. I will not disappoint you, and I will not let my son down.” Rock made his way through town, toward Kurenai’s house. He could feel the eyes of the village on him, but there was no judgement, not yet. It was too early for the rumors to have started, though Rock Lee knew they would. How could they not? Everyone’s lives were under scrutiny in the village. Rock vowed that he would never say anything negative about the boy’s mother, and he would do his best to protect his son from any hurtful comments. The baby started to fuss as he knocked on Kurenai’s door. “Rock! To what do I owe the pleasure?” She asked. Rock showed her the baby in his arms, a slightly panicked look on his face as the baby started to fuss louder. “Who’s baby is that?” Kurenai asked. Rock Lee shuffled uncomfortably. “H-he’s mine.” Kurenai looked at the baby, then back at Rock. Even this young, she could pick out some resemblance between Rock and the child. “Do you want to talk about it?” She asked the young shinobi. Rock didn’t meet her eyes. “I do not know. He was… He was left on my doorstep and the mother has no wish to be involved in our lives. I do not know how to care for a baby, but I refuse to fail my son. Will… Will you help me?” Rock asked. “Come in,” Kurenai said. “Have you been around kids much before?” “Only a little bit,” Rock said. Kurenai settled him at her kitchen table and started making tea. The baby continued to fuss. “Has he eaten recently?” Kurenai asked. Rock shook his head. “Not since I got him,” Rock said. Abandoning the tea, she started digging through cupboards, muttering to herself. “I’m sure I still have some bottles and formula around here somewhere. He’s probably hungry.” Rock hung his head. “I will not abandon him, but I do not know how to be a good father.” “Don’t beat yourself up, kid. None of us know what we’re getting into. That’s part of parenthood. And from the sounds of it, you’ve had less time to prepare than most.” “I am afraid of hurting him,” Rock admitted. “Even walking to see Guy-sensi and then to you was terrifying. And I am not easily frightened. But he is so small and fragile, even to one not so strong as me.” “I’ll show you how to hold him,” Kurenai said patiently. She found the bottles and formula. “Rock, come over here so I can show you how to mix up the formula. I’ll send you home with what I have, but it isn’t much, so you’ll need to go shopping. I’ll help you make a list.” Kurenai spent most of the afternoon explaining how to hold the baby, how to feed him, how to burp him, how to change him, how to rock him to sleep. “Do you just want to stay here for tonight?” Kurenai offered. “Just a night, to kind of walk you through it. So you don’t have to do it all by yourself. And we can go shopping in the morning. I still have a pack and play you can use for tonight and until you can get your own crib. Shika already had one from all the times he babysat Mirai,” she said with a smile. “One step at a time, all right? Even the strongest people know when to ask for help.” Rock stared at her, stared at his son held easily in her arms. Rock lowered his head to the table and sobbed. Kurenai stepped closer, gently stroking his hair while he cried. “It’s all right. Honestly all parents feel like that sometimes. I know it’s overwhelming.” She continued to reassure him until Rock stopped crying and squared his shoulders. “I will be all right now. Thank you for your kindness, Kurenai. We will accept your offer to stay the night. And I have decided on a name for my son: I will call him Metal. Metal Lee.” Kurenai placed Metal back into Rock’s arms. “It suits him.” “Lord Hokage, thank you for taking the time to meet with me today.” Rock struggled to bow respectfully while balancing the infant in his arms. “What did you you want to talk about, Lee?” Kakashi asked, steepling his fingers as he leaned forward across his desk. “Lord Hokage, I have… Experienced a change in circumstances that you needed to be made aware of, and officially set my affairs in order.” Rock took a deep breath and shifted the baby in his arms so Kakashi could see him. “This is my son, Metal. I need to make sure he will be taken care of if something happens to me on a mission,” Rock said. Kakashi gestured to Tenzo to retrieve the appropriate paperwork that would provide for the child’s care from Rock’s funds should something happen to him on a mission. “Is there a mother we need to include in this paperwork?” Kakashi asked. “No.” Rock shook his head. “It is just the two of us.” “Very well then.” Rock Lee finished his paperwork and left the office. Kakashi watched him go. “Well, Tenzo, how long do you think we have before Guy comes to talk to us about this? He’s going to act like the kid is his own grandson, you know.” “Like you act around Boruto?” Tenzo said with studied innocence. “I do no such thing!” Kakashi protested. “Mmm hmm. And not long. I see Guy walking this way,” Tenzo said. Kakashi sighed and hid his face in his hands. “Do I have to?” He whined. “Yes, Lord Hokage, you have to.” Rock sighed as he left the Hokage’s office. Another conversation taken care of. He considered who he still needs to tell about his sudden change in situation, and how he can contact the people he needs to before the village rumor mill takes that power out of his hands. He grimaces. He’s been walking around with Metal for two days now, and he and Kurenai went shopping that morning. Rock was sure that the rumors were already starting to circulate. He would need to tell Tenten, as she was his teammate, and he should probably tell Naruto as well. The energetic blonde would never forgive him if he heard it from someone else. Retreating to the relative safety of his (now baby-proofed, thanks to Kurenai) apartment, Rock sent a text to Naruto and Tenten, asking them to come over. Might as well get it over sooner rather than later. And once Naruto knew, the whole village would know. But Rock knew he could count on Naruto to stand with him. Naruto never turned his back on his friends. The texts pinged back that both Naruto and Tenten could be over within an hour. Rock checked the schedule Kurenai had written out for him and stuck on the fridge, then laid Metal down in the pack and play so he could make his son a bottle. Metal fussed a little at being put down, but not too much. Rock talked to the baby as he moved around the kitchen. “It is all right, my son! I am just getting your bottle ready. And I would hold you all the time, but Kurenai says that babies must be put down and allowed to cry sometimes, or they will not grow up to be strong independent children. So I must try my best to balance holding you and not holding you. I want to be the best father to you, Metal, but I will admit, I am very afraid of not doing this right.” Rock set the bottle on the table and carefully carefully lifted Metal out of the pack and play like Kurenai had taught him. “I am pretty sure we both owe our lives to Kurenai at this point,” Rock told Metal. He moved slowly over to the table, lowering himself into a chair and retrieving Metal’s bottle. He took a moment to mentally rehearse the positioning Kurenai had taught him before offering Metal the bottle. “Just like learning a new jutsu,” he said softly. “If we practice hard, we can master this! Right, Metal?” The baby sucked hungrily at the bottle. “The passion of youth!” Rock said softly. He adjusted his hold on Metal slightly. Who knew a baby could tax the muscles of even a ninja skilled in taijutsu such as himself? Metal finished the bottle and Rock lifted the baby to his shoulder to burp him. A series of impatient taps came from the door to his apartment. Rock moved slowly across the room, careful not to jostle Metal. Naruto had his fist up to and on the door again when Lee opened it. “Oi! Bushy Brow! What’s this all about?” Naruto asked at his usual (loud) volume before he caught sight of Metal resting against Rock’s shoulder. His jaw dropped and his eyes went comically wide. Tenten shoved him into the apartment, though Rock could see the questions in her look as well. “Come in,” Rock said, even though they were both in the apartment already. He shut the door behind them and shuffled uncomfortably. Now that that his friends were here, he didn’t know what to say. “That’s a baby,” Naruto said, using his gift for stating the blindingly obvious. He moved closer to Lee to examine Metal. “He looks just like you, Bushy Brow. When did you have a kid? Who’s the mother?” Tenten smacked him on the shoulder. “Ouch! What was that for?” He asked. “Hinata would want me to,” Tenten said. “You were asking questions Rock might not want to answer. “The mother… Does not wish to be involved. Here.” Rock handed Tenten the note that came with Metal. “The note is… Not public knowledge. And I would prefer to keep it that way,” Rock said. “Metal has me now, and we will figure this out!” Tenten’s eyes narrowed as she read the note, her lips pursed. Naruto was actually growling as he read over her shoulder. “I have already decided that I will not speak negatively of Metal’s mother,” Rock warned, pretty sure he heard Naruto mutter something about ‘murder’ under his breath. “Metal is here now, and I am going to take care of him, and that is all that matters!” Naruto cocked his head to the side, eyes darting around the apartment. “How long?” He asked. “Do you have everything you need? Boruto’s a bit older, we could probably send some clothes and things your way,” he offered. “Two days,” Rock said, “and I would appreciate that. Kurenai helped me get set up, but,” he shrugged, carefully, because Metal had fallen asleep on his shoulder. “I am still very new to this.” Naruto nodded and sent a quick text message, probably to Hinata. “Who knows?” Tenten asked, her face still unreadable. “You two, Guy-sensi, Kurenai, and Lord Hokage,” Rock said. “That is who I have told about the situation. But it is only a matter of time before the whole village is aware. But that is ok!” Rock said. He knew the situation would cause rumors, that it might reflect poorly on him. But he would take responsibility for his actions, and he would not be ashamed of his son! “Can I hold him?” Naruto asked. Rocked nodded and Naruto stepped closer. Lee wasn’t sure how to transfer Metal to Naruto, but the blonde ninja had no trouble moving Metal from Rock’s shoulder to his own arms. Rock was struck again by how much his friend had grown up over the years. Naruto was mumbling to Metal in baby talk, and without his son, Rock was suddenly unsure what to do with himself. He moved to clean up Metal’s bottle and Tenten followed him into the kitchen. “Are you really doing ok?” She asked. Rock nodded slowly. “I think so? I know it’s not going to be easy, but, he’s mine, Tenten. There is no doubt about that. And I can handle the judgement for how he was born, I just don’t want it to hurt him, and he’s so tiny, and I don’t want to hurt him, and I’ve never been responsible for someone’s life like this before.” Rock stopped, suddenly aware that he was rambling. Tenten put her hand lightly on his shoulder. “You’re going to be fine, Rock. I don’t know anyone who has a better heart than you do. And there’s so many babies around these days, Metal will fit right in.” She rolled her eyes. “Who else are you going to tell?” “I am not sure,” Rock said. “Honestly, I figured that by telling Naruto, the news would spread to the rest of our circle quickly enough.” Tenten laughed. “Well, you’re not wrong about that! He can’t keep a secret for anything. I swear, Hinata was the only one in the entire village who didn’t know exactly when and how he was going to propose!” She laughed. “What about Gaara?” Rock focused very hard on the bottle he was cleaning. “What about Gaara?” He asked, doing his best to sound casual. “Are you going to tell him?” Tenten asked. She wasn’t going to let Lee wriggle out of this one. “I do not know,” Rock said, shoulders sagging. “I mean, what reason would I have for telling him? He is a Kazekage, running his own village. Why would he wish to know about the unimportant events of my life?” Tenten groaned and rubbed her temples. “Alright Lee, I’m only going to lay this out once, and you better make the right choice. I don’t want you to miss your chance by not speaking up like I did, got it?” Rock nodded to show he was listening. “First, this is not an unimportant event. This is a very fucking important event, and anyone who cares about you would want to know. Second. You don’t want to tell him because you’re embarrassed that you got down and dirty with some girl and not him. Don’t look at me like that. Everyone knows you guys have this weird tension you’ve been dancing around since we were kids,” Tenten said. “She’s right, Bushy Brows!” Naruto called cheerfully from the living room. “There’s even a betting pool!” “You weren’t supposed to tell him that, idiot!” Tenten scolded. “Shh, you’ll wake the baby!” Naruto called back, before cooing at Metal again. “Anyway, the point is, you and Gaara have some sort of thing, and of course he’s going to want to know. Wouldn’t you want to know if the situations were reversed?” “Of course I would want to know!” Rock said. “There you go,” Tenten said. “But, what if he doesn’t want to be friends with me after this?” Rock asked. Tenten threw her hands in the air in frustration. “Naruto, are you hearing this? Maybe we should switch places. You talk sense into Lee and I’ll hold the baby!” Tenten said. “Nuh uh,” Naruto said. “Not happening.” “But Gaara’s practically your best friend! Reassure him!” “Oh! Yeah! There’s no way he would let Rock go over this,” Naruto said. “See,” Tenten prodded. “Lee, just let him know, ok?” “I will think about it,” Rock said. Tenten sighed, but admitted defeat. She’d known Lee long enough to know she wouldn’t get any farther today. “C’mon, Naruto, we better go. You promised Hinata that you would be back before Boruto woke up from his nap.” Naruto laid the sleeping Metal back in his pack and play before turning back to Lee. “Stop by sometime, and we’ll hook you up with the baby things we don’t need,” Naruto said. “Oh! You should go see Shikamaru and Temari! I’m sure they have waaay more stuff than they need, what with his clan being a big deal and her being Suna royalty and all that. Did you see all the packages at the baby shower? It was ridiculous! And that was just the one in the Leaf!” “That is a good idea,” Rock said. “Perhaps I will go see them when Metal wakes up.” Naruto waved cheerfully as he and Tenten left the apartment. “I think that’s cheating,” Tenten hissed once the door was closed. “Nothing says I can’t give them a nudge in the right direction,” Naruto said. “If you win the pot for this, you better share,” Tenten said. “Of course! What’s it up to know, anyway?” “Way too fucking much,” Tenten muttered. “We never thought it would take them this long.” It took Rock close to 45 minutes to correctly wrap the baby sling Kurenai had given him. “This will be your best friend, trust me,” she had said. “You can carry the baby but still have your hands free.” “Next time this will go faster, I promise,” Rock told Metal. “Your father is still learning the parenting jutsu.” He walked through the village and wondered again if the rumors had started yet, how long it would take before they started to ask him questions, to pry into his life, to judge the choices he made. Rock pushed those thoughts away. Nothing was more important than being a good parent to Metal, and right now that meant asking the Naras for help. He knocked lightly on the door, aware that Shikadai might be sleeping. “I’ve got it,” a voice called from inside. Kankuro opened the door and Rock froze. If Kankuro was here… The sand ninja looked Leeup and down and pulled him into the house. “Today just got a whole lot more interesting,” he said “Yo! Shikamaru, Tema! You’ve got company!” He called. Then, “Follow me, everyone’s in the living room.” Rock followed slowly behind, wondering if this was the worst decision he could have made. But the point remained that he needed baby supplies, and he would suffer any amount of embarrassment for Metal’s sake. He shuffled into the room after Kankuro, who was grinning like this was. The best thing he had seen in weeks. Shikamaru and Temari sat on the couch, watching Shikadai on a blanket on the floor. Gaara knelt on the edge of the blanket waving a fat stuffed cactus toy for the child. The toy stilled as Gaara stared at them. Subconsciously, he wrapped his arms around Metal, still strapped securely to his chest. Rock fought to break eye contact with Gaara, looking instead to Shikamaru and Temari. “I… I came to see if maybe you had some baby supplies that you weren’t using,” Rock said. Shikamaru moved first. He stood up, lazily stretching his arms above his head. “I’m sure we can help out. We have so much, even the most spoiled kid can’t use as much stuff as we got. C’mon, Temari.” Temari took a moment to assess the situation before following her husband out of the room. She put a light hand on Rock’s shoulder on the way out, so quick that Rock wasn’t even sure it happened. Kankuro immediately made grabby hands for Metal. “Can I?” He asked. “I’m honestly not sure how to get out of the wrap,” Rock admitted. Silently, Gaara stood and walked over. “Support him,” Gaara instructed. Rock’s breath hitched as Gaara’s hands brushed his sides, easily undoing the wrap. Rock hesitantly offered Metal to Kankuro, who held him easily in one arm and sat down on the blanket next to Shikadai. He used his chakra strings to make the cactus Gaara had abandoned dance. “Go the the kitchen, I don’t wanna hear this,” Kankuro said. Both ninja started. They had been staring at each other without noticing. “Go,” Kankuro repeated, gesturing with the cactus. Shikadai giggled. “I’ll make tea,” Gaara said. Rock reluctantly followed him into the kitchen. “He’s yours, then?” Gaara asked. His voice was low and gravely and made Rock feel like he couldn’t breathe. “Yes,” he said, once he managed to get his breathing under control. “Who’s the mother?” Gaara asked. Rock looked at his feet, unable to meet the Kazekage’s eyes. “A ninja from another village. I didn’t know… I didn’t even know about Metal until a couple days ago. She… Does not wish to be involved in our lives,” Rock forced out. “She hurt you,” Gaara said. It wasn’t a question. Rock nodded miserably, still not willing to meet Gaara’s stare. “Yes,” he answered anyway. “What happened?” Gaara’s voice still didn’t betray any emotion, and Rock refused to look at him, knowing he would break in some irreparable way if he did. “It was a mission that went south. We barely made it out. She came to me that night… And was gone in the morning. I tried to contact her after that, but I never heard anything back. Not until Metal was left on my doorstep.” “Did you… Love her?” Gaara asked. Rock was sure he imagined the catch in Gaara’s voice. “I liked her very much,” Rock said, barely able to force the words out. “But no, I did not love her. I, I made a choice…” He took a deep breath and finally met Gaara’s eyes. “But I do not regret my son! I will do my best to be a good father to him! To protect him and train him to be a good man!” Whatever he was going to say next was lost in the press of Gaara’s lips to his. Everything stuttered to a halt. The brush of Gaara’s tongue across his lower lip jolted Rock back to full awareness. He gasped, which allowed Gaara to slip his tongue all the way into Rock’s mouth. He was pretty sure neither of them actually knew what they were doing, but that was all right, because it certainly felt nice. Gaara buried his hands in Rock’s hair, and Rock draped his own around Gaara’s waist, using his grip to tug the Kazekage closer. That was thee only clear message his brain was sending him, closer, closer. His hands drifted lower, settling on Gaara’s firm backside. Gaara moaned quietly against his mouth. “I wouldn’t go in there,” Kankuro’s voice rang from the living room. “I haven't heard voices for like, a solid two minute.” Gaara and Rock broke apart, both fiercely red. “We, uh, we better go back to the living room,” Rock said, trying desperately to smooth his hair back down. Temari had an armful of baby clothes and Metal was now sporting a onesie that read “I drink until I pass out just like my uncle”. Kankuro was grinning like a maniac when they walked in. “It fits! Isn’t this the greatest?” Kankuro said. He paused, looking between Lee and Gaara before deciding he was going to say what was on his mind regardless of consequences. “Now I have TWO nephews! This shit’s awesome!” Rock went pale and Gaara flushed at the implication. Temari just sighed. “What have I told you about swearing in front of Shikadai? At this rate, his first word is going to be ‘shit’. And no, that is not the greatest.”

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