#hatake kakashi x self insert

[historicfailure]

You just want to continue to work without being disturbed. Is that too much to ask for? Apparently, as Kakashi didn't get the memo.

~ X ~

Hey! Sorry for the longer wait for this chapter. Took me a bit as work really fucked me over. But now the fic can go on, and I try to be more punctual with the future updates ^^

~ X ~

Honestly, you didn’t expect too much to change. Even with all the new knowledge revealed, what really would stop Kakashi from continuing his bullying, just a bit more low-key? Especially as he never apologized. But when you arrived the next Monday at work, you couldn’t help but pause as you spotted Kakashi standing in the entrance at the lowest level. He looked just as comfortably lazy as always, black joggers with a dark gray shirt and a wide, loose cardigan reaching nearly to his knees in a soft, marine-blue cotton. He was looking at his phone, mindlessly scrolling, but in his other hand was a drink carrier made out of a carton with two drinks. 

When you stepped inside, Kakashi looked up at the sound of the door opening. In an instant, his body straightened, and he pushed his phone into the back pocket of his jeans. 

You paused for a second, only to readjust the strap of your bag over your shoulder and stepped closer. “Good morning.”

“Morning.” As you brushed past him, Kakashi turned and fell into the same speed as you, effectively making it look like you two arrived at the same time. Honestly, you didn’t want to speak with him first thing in the morning, when an entire day of having to argue with the man still ahead of you. 

At the end of the entrance area, past the desk with the flirtatious secretary, who looked way too sad when Kakashi passed by her without batting an eyelash, you pressed the button to call the elevator. You refused to look at him, even though you were overly aware of his presence and the fact that he was looking at you. Right, maybe not “looking” per se, but he threw glances at you from time to time, which was enough to unnerve you already.

Still, you didn’t react, just stared at the display calling the floor numbers. As soon as the elevator arrived and the doors sprung open, you stepped past the man inside the small cabin. Kakashi followed, at a much more relaxed and lax pace than yours.

Before you could react, he pressed the button to your floor, as well as the “Close Door” button. The doors slid close just a few seconds later, which left you alone with Kakashi. You merely stared at the display of numbers, breathing out a little sigh of relief when the lights sprung from floor to floor, signaling the end of your uncomfortable stay inside a small space with him.

Suddenly, you looked at the two containers of hot beverages, both imprinted with the logo of a nearby coffee house. 

“Coffee?” Kakashi asked, matter-of-factly. 

You considered for a moment. Was this an honest effort on his part, or just another subtle attempt to fuck with you? But no, even against your better judgement, you reached over and accepted the coffee cup with a little nod and a weak “Thank you”. 

The man shrugged. “No problem. I hope I got it right.”

Cautiously, you took a little sip. And nearly groaned in relief. “No. I mean, yes, you got it right. This is perfect.”

“Good to know. So,” he stretched the single syllable into eternity, just right before the second the elevator dinged to indicate the two of you reached your floor, “can I bring you coffee from now on? From time to time?”

You considered again. Honestly, getting coffee at the start of the day was already a great offer. But was it worth it being so close to Kakashi then, taking something from him? Being indebted to the man in some kind of way? Hesitantly, you stepped out of the elevator, acutely aware of Kakashi still on your heels. 

“How much was the coffee? I pay you back.” You were already scrambling for your purse, but Kakashi stepped closer, his hand going up and stopping your every movement. “No need. Take it as another part of my peace offering.”

One of your eyebrows rose ever so slightly. “And the other times in the possible future?”

“That,” Kakashi shrugged, “you have to take up with future-me. You remember our meeting around 1?”

“Yes. I have all the data ready to go.”

“Good. See you then. And…” Kakashi paused for a second, his head tilting ever so slightly to the side. “Enjoy your coffee.”

With that, he brushed past you, leaving you with the cup of coffee, a whiff of his aftershave and lots of uncertainty inside your heart. What was he planning? Carefully, you took another sip from the cup, hummed under your breath, then turned towards your desk with a bit more vigor in your step. It didn’t matter, it was definitely time to get to work, now with an even bigger cloud hanging above your head. 

But before you sat down, you spotted one of the now well-known notes, this time neatly glued to the edge of your keyboard, so you wouldn’t miss it.

A little smile flashed over your face, but you didn’t immediately open the note. Instead, you let it rest there while dropping your bag, tentatively placing the cup of coffee on the table, then peeling yourself out of your jacket. At the same time, you greeted your colleagues around with short nods and small smiles, your eyes still flittering towards the note from time to time. Only when you properly sat at your desk, sure no one was looking or busy with their own work, you reached for the note.

I hope you have a good morning. Whenever I see you come in, it sure as hell is a good morning for me.

Short, precise, sweet. You could feel your face warming due to the words, though. Some would consider it creepy to be watched this closely, but somehow, as nothing else had happened - yet - you couldn’t help but be endeared by the mysterious note-writer. 

Somehow, this felt like an incredibly cheesy romance novel, the ones you kept hidden inside your nightstand and only read when you had time on the weekends. Gently, you folded the note back and placed it inside the drawer where you kept all the notes, for safe-keeping. 

One day, you maybe had the time and energy to actually find out whoever the note-writer was, but now, with the Akatsuki-campaign on your plate, there was not much energy left to care. For now, you could just enjoy the kindness from the enigma of a writer and take it as a little pick-me-up for the day.

~ X ~

The days passed by like this. Exactly like this, to be honest. You would arrive at work, where Kakashi waited in the lobby, always with a coffee at hand. While the two of you rode the elevator, there would be a little chit-chat or a quick talk about work, and when the doors opened, he would casually stroll towards his own desk in his little corner, meanwhile you would walk to your own desk and find a little note there. Always a little compliment, always a little observation which would make you smile, always something positive which could make your day a little bit brighter. You did your work, tried to stay afloat, then shut down your PC at the end of the day and went home. 

The rhythm was so strongly established that, when someone actually dared to interrupt that rhythm, it disrupted your entire day. But not negatively. Quite the opposite.

You were in the middle of scribbling a few notes into your weekly planner, trying to determine what task needed to be taken care of first thing tomorrow and which ones could wait a little bit longer, when a hand came down on your desk and rapped its knuckles on the surface.

Kakashi stood beside your desk. With an unusual white, crisp and clean shirt and a pair of dark jeans, as well as a leather bag slung over his shoulder, he still looked like he was ready to start the work day, not to end it, like you were. For a second, your eyes got caught at the hems of his rolled up sleeves, sitting in the crease of his elbows, before sliding up to his face and eyes. 

“Yes? What’s up?”

“The ceiling”, he immediately answered, making you chuckle weakly. Though, the laughter was short-lived as his attitude switched to a more serious tone. “Listen, we’re coming along fine with the project, but I want to make sure everything is perfect. Akatsuki is one of our most prestigious clients and the follow-up campaign has to be spotless. Would you mind meeting up for lunch tomorrow to go over the details?”

Inwardly, you groaned at the prospect of having to work through your lunch break, but you kind of understood. You also understood that Kakashi wanted to make sure everything was going well, especially with the data you provided as it was a vital key for the work he had already done. So, you nodded weakly, all the while moving out of your chair and slinging your bag over your shoulder. “Sure. Any café or restaurant in mind?”

“Your choice. I don’t have any specific likes or dislikes.” Abruptly, Kakashi turned away, but paused. “Just… I don’t like sweet things.”

“So, a specific dislike.”

“...Yes.”

“Right after you tell me that you have no particular dislikes.”

“Sorry. I kind of forgot?”

“That you have dislikes?”

“That I have to actually tell people about my dislikes and not act like everyone can read thoughts.”

That sentence sounded so clearly repetitive and studied, you just had to chuckle. Kakashi even overplayed his part: the slouched shoulders, a little pout, the tired eyes dropping even lower than before. Like he wanted to make himself as small as possible, all the while his entire posture portrayed how little he cared. Really, the image of a petulant schoolboy came to mind when one looked at him, and nothing else would fit him better. 

A week ago, you wouldn’t have laughed like this. No, you would have been frustrated at his careless attitude, annoyed even that he would joke around like this. Now, you were at least 50% sure it was a joke.

“Alright,” you said, “I get it. No sweets factory and no cake-exclusive café. Anything else?”

“No. That was literally it.” 

“Then see you tomorrow.”

Kakashi waved lazily over his shoulder. “Good work today. See you.”

Good work today. Coming from Kakashi, could you take it as a compliment? For a few seconds, you struggled, before your mouth spit out the first thing coming to your mind.

“Good work by you today, too!”

As he was already quite the distance away, your mouth apparently saw it necessary to speak louder than usual. Several heads turned to you, which made your face grow warm, but you tried to not let it affect you. With a small wave, you apologized to the still working members of your firm, who after a few seconds of silent bewilderment went back to their work. And Kakashi? He had turned around as well, a little smile on his face, one hand again up to lazily wave at you, the other still holding onto his bag. 

Good. Even though you humiliated yourself a bit, you managed to be nice to Kakashi. No big deal, moving on, and you should really try to find a nearby restaurant or café which would serve food for the both of you, all the while having big enough tables to potentially spread out some documents and one to two laptops. 

~ X ~

Honestly, you were surprised that such a place like this working café existed. Each table was wide enough for at least four people, more than enough for Kakashi and yourself, plus your working equipment. There were electrical outlets at the surrounding walls, and separated cubicles for some privacy from other people working there. The young woman at the counter who took your order seemed friendly, promising to deliver your ordered items to your table in a few minutes. The atmosphere was quite cozy, friendly and bright, with big windows which let in the sunlight but also the looks of other people. Though, no one on the sidewalk cared much, as Kakashi and you selected a table a bit further in the back. As you slid into the booth, dropping the bag with your laptop, phone and purse onto the table, you caught a glimpse of the man. 

He seemed to pause for a moment, your eyes meeting his for just a split second. His eyebrows rose a bit, but before you could notice more, you let your eyes fall back onto the table and slid completely into the booth. Kakashi followed after another brief pause, just on the side opposite to you. Like this, you could watch his hands carefully unclasping the thin fabric case of his tablet, a keyboard attached to it. He unfolded the tablet, securing it with the dark gray case to make it stand on the table like a normal laptop would, only for his eyes to meet yours again over the upper rim.

“So.”

“So,” you echoed back. While opening your laptop and typing in the password, you glanced at him. “What do you want to know, specifically?”

“Just the general state of you. How you’re doing, adjusting to the increasing workload, such stuff.”

“I’m… I’m alright.” Confused, you paused, hands twitching on the keyboard of your laptop. “Is this some weird check-up on me?”

“Pardon?”

“A weird check-up. Because of… I don’t know, you’re being way nicer to me than before, and you want to see how I’m doing all of a sudden? Is this meeting just a farce to see if I still have a grudge?”

“What? No, it isn’t.”

“Then why are you asking me those strange questions when you invite me to a work lunch?”

“Because that concerns work.” Kakashi looked at you like you suddenly went crazy. “You’re a new hire and Minato asked me to do an evaluation with you. He’s off to acquire a new customer, so he asked if I could jump in.”

“Oh.” Shit. That was bad news. Instantly, you felt your spine straighten out of instinct. Everything to make a better impression on someone who was impossible to impress, as far as you were aware of. But at least it wasn’t impossible to try, right?

One of Kakashi’s eyebrows rose. “Should I be concerned?” 

“About what?”

“The sudden rod you shoved right up your a… your spine.”

“You wanted to say something else there.”

“I did, but then I thought that my original comment could catch a sexual harassment case.” He smiled innocently, eyes curled and lips barely raised. But fuck, even though you were all of a sudden nervous and flustered, mildly annoyed by his words and tone, you could feel a single, lone yet terribly fluttery butterfly rise in your stomach. Fuck him and his good looks. 

“Anyway,” he shook his head slightly, still smiling as he did so, “no need to worry. I told him that even though we cleared the air between us, doing an evaluation on you would still be highly inappropriate. He wants to see you on Friday, 2pm sharp, in his office.”

“Oh my god. You’re… insufferable.” Breathlessly, you slumped again into your seat. “I think I have a heart attack.”

“If you die in your booth, I will say that it was an accident.”

“Of course, you will.”

“Do I hear some slight animosity? Yes, I’m pretty sure.”

“You’re-!”

Steps closed in, only to be quickly followed by a cheery voice, announcing: “Alright guys, I have your freshly brewed coffees, right here.” The cashier placed both cups swiftly on the table, with small spoons jingling slightly against the porcelain. “And I also have your hearty BLT-sandwich,” the plate with the sandwich was put into the middle of the table, only to be gently pushed into your direction, “as well as the egg-salad-sandwich.” 

Kakashi’s order was placed in front of him. One look at the waitress, and you had to hide a little annoyed snort under your breath. If those weren’t the biggest doe eyes you had ever seen, then you didn’t know what else was happening there. 

But Kakashi just smiled one of his usual lazy grins at her, not showing one bit if he noticed the admiration of the waitress or not. His eyes quickly returned to your face, with small creases around them telling you more than enough. 

“Do you even notice the stares,” you whispered when the waitress left, “and the lovey-dovey eyes anymore?”

He shrugged weakly as he reached for his coffee cup. “Sometimes.” 

“And?”

“And what?”

“Do you ever… react to it? In some kind of way?” 

Kakashi laughed weakly. “No matter how flattering that might be, I’m not interested.”

“Mhm.” You wanted to press further, now that he finally opened up a little bit and seemed just honest enough, but you also shouldn’t press your luck here. Besides, why did it matter anyway?  Kakashi was still an asshole — and you weren’t interested in him anyway. 

Your secret notewriter, however… 

Thankfully, it isn’t Kakashi.

With a low sigh, you pulled your sandwich closer. Even though the topic of the conversation wasn’t that appetizing, at least your food looked great. The BLT-sandwich was cut into neat triangles, slivers of the tomato, juicy yet slightly crispy bacon peeking through the green of the lettuce, just held into place by a pair of wooden skewers. Taking one bite, you sighed again, this time in deep satisfaction. Holy, this sandwich was just as delicious as it looked. 

Before you knew it, one half of the sandwich you had wolfed down, and you were ready to devour the other half too, before you realized who was sitting right in front of you. 

“What?” you asked, defiance tainting the words. “It’s good.”

 “I don’t doubt it.” 

“Then why are you looking…”

“Because that was probably the first time you let your guard down around me… for a sandwich.”

“Urgh, shut up.” 

“If you insist…” And really, Kakashi closed his mouth, reached over to his plate with the egg sandwich and inspected it. Then, after a moment of quiet consideration, he took it into his hands and took a single bite. 

To stare like this was a bit indecent. The tiniest bit. So, you turned your attention towards the laptop in front of you, pulling up some graphs and reports you had collected over the last few weeks. “Alright, I looked at the previous campaign you did for Akatsuki, what I think you wanted to achieve and who you were targeting. Also, I took a look at their goals, their customers then and their customers now.”

“Akatsuki turned from fresh newcomers to a big brand in a relatively short time.” Kakashi paused between bites, thinking for himself. “Their style in clothes changed quite a bit over the years since I worked with them.”

“Exactly. They went from creating smart clothing for any body shape to… catering a more well-paying crowd.”

“You don’t like their change.”

“True,” you admitted freely, “their Pain-series for home clothing was brilliant. The sweatpants changed my life.” That you could definitely not afford their newest line of clothing even though it looked visually appealing and comfortable at the same time, you didn’t have to add. 

“Right? Those are my first choice for home office days.” Kakashi chuckled to himself. “Also the paper crane-shirts.”

You sighed weakly. “Oh god, that is so true. Just really nice looking basics with special accommodations, so everyone can fit into them and, of course, pay for them.”

Kakashi nodded. “Designing a campaign for that line was a pleasure. Designing for this campaign though…”

No way. One of your eyebrows rose. Kakashi, admitting to having difficulties? Kakashi, just opening up to anything? Kakashi, actually willing to talk with you? 

He noticed, of course. Another bite, a closed-eyed smile, then he continued. “Their new line is… pretentious. They want a down-to-earth campaign, like I did for their breakthrough. But it was easy material to work with. Those clothes just don’t give me anything back.” He took another bite, chewed, then placed the sandwich on the plate. “I just don’t know how to tell them that they changed too much to be down-to-earth anymore.”

“Maybe I can help a bit there.” Your mouth was definitely faster than your brain, and definitely too fast for your own good. But the words dropped already from your lips like morning dew, and Kakashi’s entire attention focused on them.

“What do you have in mind?”

“Maybe… And that is a big “maybe” here,” you paused, breathed in and out, then continued, “if I can show them where the current market lies and that it would be stupid to insist on their previous image, we could turn it around.”

A hard task. Customer-related tasks were always hard, as some customers could be stupidly stubborn. You had seen it all: the most detailed, beautifully created marketing campaigns, pissed into the wind just because some rich dude believed to know better. But you had also seen the total opposite, people accepting marketing campaigns which ran totally against their imagination, but embracing them until they became a huge success. Everything was possible, and it was your job to make sure that it would become a success.

Kakashi nodded. “Alright. I can try to help as much as you want.”

“That would actually be really great.” And you meant it. As Kakashi managed the first campaign and had first-hand experience with the client, he could provide you with really sensitive intel. If he was really willing to work with you instead of against you, it would make things so much easier. Quickly, your fingers flew over the keyboard of your laptop, jotting down notes, so you could remember what needed to be done in the next few days. “Alright, do you still have contact with Akatsuki? If we have a direct in, they might be more willing to listen to us.”

“I know someone,” Kakashi said, “but we need a strong proposal to make this work. He’s… a bit uptight, but really smart and will be neutral, even work with us if he sees our point.”

“Great. If you can, contact him already. If we want this to work out, we need all the help we can get. Meanwhile, I will start to put together some questionnaires in order to gauge the market.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

As you continued to make plans with Kakashi’s input, you forgot about your previous inhibitions. The man proved you wrong so far, acted like he never held anything against you at all, even threw in helpful advice and comments. But that could just be to save his own skin: the Akatsuki campaign would be one of the biggest in his career, considering that his first campaign for them made them big in the first place. He showed everyone that he could make a brand big, but could he deliver once more? The infamous overhyping of a sequel, so true for movies, books and video games, and even more true for repeat performances. There must be a lot on the line for him, so of course, Kakashi had to make sure everyone was performing to the best of their abilities. Whatever he would deliver to his clients would reflect on himself and on Minato and Kushina, on his own creativity and their leadership skills. 

Measured at his usual work ethic, when it wasn’t compromised with some kind of childish dislike to his co-workers, he wanted to deliver. Kakashi wanted to show that he still had “it”, and was eager to prove himself. If not to his client, then probably to his parents.

And if he leaves me alone, then maybe…

Maybe you could still somehow work with him and prove yourself, too. 

A small smile tugged at the corner of your mouth as you typed away, made plans and notes to yourself. A small sliver of hope, nothing else, but it was more than enough to keep you going — to keep you working with Kakashi as long as he didn’t return to his old ways.

Though, you definitely wouldn’t try to befriend him. Not after the shit he pulled, and not after forgetting to apologize for it.

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[domfem]

Fem!OC (she/her) x Kakashi snippet

When Kakashi finally gets her into bed with him, he finds himself on his back, legs spread, and clutching at his bedsheets. 

Her two fingers thrusting into him with a lewd, wet noise. Keeps them together as they pull back and spread out wide on the way in, stretching him in a way that burns so good.

He gasps and arches his back off the bed, pressing back against those fingers and keens.

She bends down to kiss his chest. 

“Gorgeous,” she murmurs against his skin, her voice low and deep with lust. She makes a trail of kisses, fingers never stopping for a moment. “So pretty.”

Kakashi whimpers. 

She teases him, thrusting her fingers near his prostate, but not close enough. He growls low in his throat, arching, trying to make them aim for his prostate, and only has a moment to feel her teasing in a third finger before they’re shoved in. His vision goes white. 

He comes back, hearing a soft, needy noise and, oh, it’s coming from him. 

“Please,” he begs. His voice is slurred, rough, but he doesn’t care. Can’t care. The world is fuzzy and all he can focus on is her, her and her finger that grind deep into him rough enough to make him groan. 

And then he’s making a different sound altogether because she’s pulling away, pulling out her fingers—

She shushes him. “It’s alright,” she soothes, “I’m just giving you what you want.”

Hands grab at the back of his thighs, pushing them against his chest, bending him in half, and Kakashi feels a blunt object against his hole. Oh. 

A thrill runs down his spine. 

And then she’s pressing in. He gasps, hands tightening on the sheets. It’s a slow, torturous slide of thick plastic that presses at all the places that make him shiver.

“Ah,” he moans as she bottoms out, “ah, aah—ah.”

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[shrekisshrimpthesimp]

me reading 'good girl i know you can take it' for the nth time in my miserable pathetic life

#into my puuu$$$$eeehhhhhh #i mean self insert fics are probably the way i am getting laid 🥲🥲 #its such a sad life to simp for 2d men 🥲 #so yeah it is what it is #erwin smith x y/n #nanami kento x y/n #kakashi hatake x y/n #erwin smut #nanami smut #kakashi smut #erwin smith #nanami kento #kakashi hatake #aot #attack on titan #snk #shingeki no kyojin #naruto #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

[kaitinumaki]

LITERALLY only one person asked but here’s the Kakashi fic where he trains you in seduction cause he’s like that 😩

#kakashi x reader insert #kakashi x self insert #kakashi x y/n #kakashi #hatake kakashi x reader #kakashi hatake #hatake kakashi imagine

[empressofthesunwriter]

Nothing is True

… Everything is permitted.

What is real?

What is not?

Is she just turning crazy or are other powers at work?

One thing is clear Kohana will get to the bottom of this and maybe change the whole Ninja-World at the same time.

S.I. Third Shinobi World War 

!PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!

I thought long and heard what should be the next chapter.

I was unsure if I could write more original chapters since the secrets I wanted to reveal like where Carina/Sakuya Piece of Eden is come after Kannabi Bridge.

I thought of making a chapter about how Kohana gets her summons, but that would be a big revelation of a few things and it needs to happen after Kanabi Bridge.

So I thought let's just tackle that mission!

So enjoy Kannabi Bridge :D

Chapter 11: The Kannabi Bridge

Four years later...on the border to Kusagakura

"See Rin how simple it is?", said Kohana to her best friend, while the twirling orb of chakra rested on her right hand. "You completed already the three steps for the Rasegan, now it's just a matter of combining them."

The Medical-Nin locked frustrated at her own hand.

"I try Kohana-Chan, really do. Maybe Rasegan is not for me.", she signed.

"Now Rin.", joined Minato-Sensei the two girls. "Anyone gets Rasegan down at their own time, I needed four years to perfect it and Kohana bet me in completing it in two weeks."

This made Kohana blush and rub her neck.

"Only because I had Eagle-Vision to help me and I had you Minato-Sensei to tell me when I did something wrong."

Minato-Sensei tutted at her and gently patted her head.

"You have great talent Kohana, you didn't become Jonin for nothing."

"Thanks, Sensei."

She still felt it was too much praise since she didn't only have Eagle Vision and Minato-Sensei's help but also the visions of how his future son, Naruto would learn Rasegan.

It did feel a bit like cheating.

Even if she was now 13 years old, like her friends and team members, Kohana still had some Vision from the future. It wasn't as often as it was in the beginning, but they were still here.

And now the day she had feared the most had come.

The Kanabi Bridge Mission where Obito would sacrifice himself for their team and Uchiha Madara and Black Zetsu would get him in their grappy hands, which would start a reaction that would leave all her team besides Kakashi and Obito dead and Minato and Kushina's unborn son Naruto on orphan and jailer of the Kyuubi.

Not gonna lie, Kohana was nearly pissing her pants.

Today would show if she could change the future.

Or was doomed to see this all unfold as her ancestor Haruno Sakuya did with the betrayal of her lover Uchiha Madara.

How she had trained for this day, become even a Jonin with Kakashi at the least Jonin-Exams in Konoha.

She hoped with all her heart that all the training and the new techniques she had learned would be enough.

That's when all heard someone fall on the ground hard.

They turned and saw Obito on the ground with Kakashi over him.

"Did I make it?!", asked the Uchiha breathless.

"No Obito you are late.", told him Kakashi with crossed arms. "Where did you think we would meet? As a true Ninja, you must follow the rules."

"Ah, whatever. I was on my way when an old lady asked me for directions. And I have something in my eye."

"Right, that's a lie!"

Rin and Kohana looked at each other and rolled their eyes. There they go again.

Thankful Minato-Sensei intervene.

"That's enough Kakashi. Obito just showed the old lady the way, right?"

"I also carried her bags!", added Obito and put his eye drobs in.

"You are too lenient, Sensei.", deadpanned the Hatake. "Besides it's impossible that Obito always meets people in need of help. Who doesn't follow the rules isn't worth being seen as Ninja. Isn't it so?"

This made Minato-Sensei laugh nervously, while Kohana handed Rin 5000 Ryo.

They both had a bet if Kakashi would today say his standard spiel of ruling obedient ninja. He had gotten into this habit after he and Kohana became Chuunin.

Next time Kohana would bet on it!

"Don't you have an ounce of goodness in your heart?", asked Obito, while he rubbed his eyes, at Kakashi. "You talk always about the rules. The main thing is your own self-control."

Before an argument broke out Rin pipped in: "Now stop it, both of you. We're all on the same team, right Kohana-Chan?"

The Haruno crossed her arms and kicked a hip out, which showed her black shorts from under her long split on both sides pink skirt.

"For me, you are both idiots right now. We have this discussion like any time we meet, it's getting old!"

"Kohana-Chan how could you betray me like that!", whined Obito.

"You're too easy on Obito, Rin-Chan.", said Kakashi to her, before he turned to Kohana. "We wouldn't have this discussion every time if Obito was punctually Kohana-San."

"What I'm saying, Rin-Chan!", waved Kohana at the two boys. "Idiots."

This made both idiots sweatdrop.

"Must this "Idiot" remind you that today is an important day for us, Kohana-San?"

Kakashi and Kohana stared at each other. In the end, the girl signed.

Well, it was true.

A while later they walked through the grasslands of Kusagakure.

Minato-Sensei told them full of pride: "As of today, Kakashi and Kohana are Jonin like me. And in order to increase our efficiency, we'll be splitting into two teams. After all, presently the Leaf Village is at an unprecedented low on military strength."

"Splitting up?", repeats Obito. "Then..."

"Yes, that's right. Kakashi will be captain of the four-man squad with Kohana, Obito and Rin. I will be working alone."

"Remember, we talked about this the other day, Obito...", reminded Rin. "About getting Kakashi-Kun and Kohana-Chan a gift."

Obito made a face but sent a smile to Kohana as she looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"I remember doing something for Kohana-Chan, the other part I must have missed..."

"Sure, Obito-Kun.", chorused Kohana and Rin not believing it one bit.

Now it was time for the gifts, both new Jonin got from Minato-Sensei one of his Flying Thunder God Kunai.

They thanked him and Rin handed Kakashi a personalized special medkit, the boy gave his thanks.

The brunette handed Kohana a beautiful necklace with a mental red rose pendant.

Both missed the look of panic in Obito's face as Kohana gushed over her gift.

"My favourite flower, thank you Rin-Chan it's beautiful, I love you!"

"I love you more and you are welcome."

The best friends hugged each other tight and Rin gave her a kiss on the cheek, which made Kohana giggle and blush.

The cute moment was ruined as Kakashi held out his hand to Obito demanding his gift.

"W-What's with this hand?! I don't have anything to give you!"

"Whatever, but what a good friend are you not having one for your best friend."

Ashamed Obito looked at the sad-looking Kohana (and a murders-looking Rin, oh god he is going to get it, won't he?!) and felt the gift he had for her formally burning in his pocket.

But...after Rin's pretty gift...his seemed so blank.

The Uchiha bowed to Kohana.

"I'm so sorry, Kohana-Chan. I forgot your gift at home. When we will return to Konoha, I will give it to you.", he lied swiftly.

He so would buy her something new and trash his stupid little gift!

"It's okay Obito-Kun, you don't have to bow before me."

"It's probably for the best that we don't get anything from you.", mussed Kakashi. "It would be useless and would only get in the way."

Of course, this made Obito angry.

"I get why Kohana-Chan is a Jonin but how you became one I still can't figure out."

"You should talk."

"I'm Uchiha Obito of the Uchiha Clan! I'll surpass you someday! The minute my Sharingan awakens!"

"Everyone in the Uchiha Can be elite, right? So you shouldn't have to rely on something like that."

"What?!"

"Kohana-San beat me at the Jonin-Exams without her Kekkai Genkai after I blinded her temporarily. Only with her Fuin Jutsus and the Rasegan. You should take an example from her."

Having enough both girls stepped between the boys. Rin held Kakashi on the shoulders, while Kohana did the same with Obito.

"Stop it, you two!", begged Rin.

"Guys we have since a good four years being a team!", reminded Kohana. "Isn't it already time to let go of these stupid childish arguments?! We aren't only teammates but friends!"

Finally, Minato-Sensei intervened and led them to a flat boulder where he could explain their mission with the help of a map.

Talking and discussing it it seemed simple, yet no one knew that it wasn't the case. Mostly Kohana who was starting to get a bit of anxiety.

This was it.

Team Kakashi, must travel through Kusagakure in the midst of a conflict between Iwagakure and Konohagakure to destroy the Kannabi Bridge so as to stop Iwagakure from receiving their supplies, while Minato-Sensei would join the battlefront and kill as many ninjas he can. He would create a diversion for them.

With all discussed, they made their way to the border, before they would split up for their missions.

They walked through a forest with big-ass mushrooms, till Kakashi made them stop. Kohana wasn't far behind and activated her Eagle-Vision.

There!

An Iwa-Nin hid in a tree, she could see the red of the enemy colour clearly.

Kohana made hidden hand-sings to tell her team where the ninja was hiding.

Minato-Sensei signed a good job to her and gave his team instructions on how to proceed.

Everyone nodded and got ready, the Iwa-Nin not the wiser.

After years of using and training them with Kushina-Nee, Kohana made a Shadow Clone in her place and replaced herself at the exact moment with a log.

The Iwa-Nin was so concreted at Kakashi and his new technique, that he didn't realize that Kohana knew where his true self was hiding before he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his neck and how a body landed on him.

Over him was kneeling a green-haired girl with swirling golden eyes behind a pair of glasses.

He coughed up blood as Kohana Hidden Blade sunk deeper into his throat.

With a last pathetic groan, he dies.

Kohana flicked her Hidden Blade back into the arm guard and got into a prayer position.

"Requiescat in Pace.", she mumbled to the corpse and joined up with her team.

No one seemed hurt.

From her visions, Kohana knows that Kakashi should have been wounded on the shoulder.

So she already changed the course of destiny.

Good.

"Good work Kohana-Chan.", praised her Minato-Sensei and gave her a head pat. "You killed the Iwa-Nin before he could do significant damage. Kakashi be thankful for Kohana, your Chidori you shouldn't use that jutsu anymore. From what I could see, your focal point concentrated attack undoubtedly has power and speed, but it makes you move too fast to ascertain the opponent's counterattack. It's still on imperfect jutsu. Before we split, I'll tell you one more thing. For a ninja, the most important thing is teamwork."

***

It was now night and Team Minato made camp under a big tree.

Rin and Kohana slept facing each other, Kakashi with his back to Rin, while Obito talked with Minato-Sensei about Kakashi and his stubbornness with the rules.

No one saw how Kohana was frowning in her sleep.

Where was she?

Kohana looked confused around in the darkness she was in.

What was going on?

A bit unsure she started to walk, standing around wouldn't solve this problem.

Then slowly she saw a little light before her.

She walked up to it, till she saw something really strange.

It was a DNA-Helix.

But not only one, there were three Helixes.

How could this be possible?

"What kind of fucked up dream is this?", mumbled Kohana to herself.

This only could be a dream, so why didn't she wake up?

"The calculation showed this to be one of the many times we would meet.", said an unknown female voice. "I'm glad it's this version. It shows that you changed a signification amount."

Scarred Kohana turned around and her mouth fell to the floor.

Before her was a young woman.

Probably in her late twenties.

She had long green hair.

Blue Eyes.

And was clothed in Miko robes.

What Kohana shocked the most, it was like she looked into a mirror that made her look older!

"The fuck?!", she cursed.

What was going on?

The older doppelganger smiled.

"Are you surprised? Can't you guess who I am?"

Frowning Kohana looked from the three DNA-Helixes to the Miko.

Could it be...?

"You are...Sakuya."

"Here in the Shinobi Nations I was.", told her Sakuya, before she twitched and looked different. Now a woman with short brunette hair and brown eyes was before her. She wore glasses, a simple white hoodie with red accents, some plain dark blue pants and brown boots. On both her arms were Hidden Blades! What was freacking she also looked like an older version of Kohana, if she had brown hair and eyes."But in my birthplace, I was Carina Auditore. Anyway, I'm your ancestor and so much more."

"What do you mean by that, Sakuya eh Carina-San?", asked Kohana totally confused.

Carina stepped towards her and pointed at the DNA-Helix.

"Do you know why we possess a third Helix? It's because long ago the Isu, the true enemy, mated with us humans and we hybrids came to be. That's why you can use Eagle-Vision. The blood of people who consider themselves gods ran in our veins."

"That doesn't really answer my question."

Carina laughed.

"No, it doesn't. Sadly we don't have much time, my Piece of Eden, Hermes Cross, can only do as much. I hope this meeting will help you to find out the truth. I can give you a clue. It's not a coincidence that we look the same. Good luck on your way little me, may you have more success in our mission than I did as Sakuya and oh, if you get together with Obito give him a good kiss for me."

With a laugh, Carina pushed her.

The ground under Kohana broke in and she descended into darkness...

"Kohana-Chan are you okay?", asked her the next morning Rin worried.

They had split up from Minato-Sensei and were following Kakashi to their mission destination.

Currently, they took a lunch break.

"It's okay.", grumbled Kohana, rubbing an eye. "I just had...a nightmare."

"What did you dream?", wanted Obito to know.

Well, she couldn't tell them the truth, now, could she?

What should she say?

Her mouth was faster than her brain.

"Food eat people!"

This earned her WTF-Looks from Obito and Rin and even a raised eyebrow from Kakashi.

Yeah, she had no idea how she came to say this, but something in her told her that it was a reference from Carina's world.

"Damn, that's terrific.", agreed Obito shuddering, staring at his Bento-Box like it was gonna eat him alive.

"It was just a dream, let's finish eating and then go on with the mission.", told Kakashi.

They all agreed with a Yes captain.

After lunch, Kohana knew they were now in the Bamboo Forest where Rin would get kidnapped.

Golden swirled her Eagle Vision in her eyes, looking out for the Iwa-Nins when they would attack.

Their stupid Camouflage Jutsu wouldn't work on her Kekkei Genkai.

She saw them before Kakashi gave them the signal to stop since he smelled them.

Kohana already made two Shadow Clones. One stayed with Rin, while she made a Rasegan and her second Clone added Wind Chakra to it.

"Wind Release: Rasenshuriken!", she shouted and trowed the Jutsu at the incoming Bamboos.

The Rasenshuriken shredder them and flow into the direction of one of the Iwa-Nin turning him into bloody shredds.

The Haruno send a silent thanks to the beborn Naruto. Thanks to the vision of him creating Rasenshuriken she got it down. When he was finally born into this world she would give the cute baby a lot of kisses.

"Rasegan!", she heard her other clone shout.

She saw how it attacked the Iwa-Nin who would have grasped Rin, that Iwa-Nin was no more too.

A loud sign left Kohana.

She had done it.

She had done it!

She had changed the future!

Rin was safe!

Yes!

"Good reflexes, Kohana-San.", praised her Kakashi.

Obito and Rin agreed loudly with him.

"That new Rasegan was awesome! You need me to teach that!", begged Obito.

Feeling light and free since she hadn't in years the Haruno laughed goodhearted. "But first you have to learn normal Rasegan and Kagebushin before I can teach you it."

However, they celebrated too fast.

It was Rin who pointed out screaming: "I don't see the body of the big one!"

That's when Kohana felt how something hit her hard on her head.

As she fainted, the last she saw was Obito running up to her screaming her name.

***

Her head felt like it was split open like a coconut. Kohana groaned from the pain.

This headache was killing her.

"Ah our guest has woken up.", greeted her in the voice of the big Iwa-Nin.

The one she thought her clone had taken care of.

Damn it!

She was so fixed on saving Rin that she didn't think that someone else could become a prisoner!

And it had been her.

Under pain, she activates her Eagle Vision.

Okay besides the big guy, there was only another Iwa-Nin. If she was smart she could handle them.

"Now look at this, Aoki, the bitch who killed Kakko, has a Kekkei Genkai.", growled the big Iwa-Nin, gripping her by the ponytail, making her bite her lips.

She wouldn't give them the satisfaction of screaming.

This Aoki joined him. "I think I heard of it, Taiseki. It's from a new Clan Eagle Vision or something like that. Genjutsu is useless against her."

"So how should we get the information from her?"

"A good old torture session loses any tongue.", reminded Aoki with an evil grin.

Not gonna lie, Kohana was pissing herself, but she wouldn't give up.

She still had one trump card.

Slowly she started to rotate the chakra in her palms to destroy the robes that bonded her.

That's when they heard the sound of a clap.

The girl's heart beat faster. This was surely Obito and she bet Rin was with him.

This also meant Kakashi was turning up soon too.

She could turn this around for good!

"I'll take care of it.", said Taiseki. "In the meantime, lose the tongue of the bitch to get the information from her. But don't destroy her too much Tsuchikage-Sama would surely like having a new Kekkai Genkai for our village."

Aoki laughed and promised he would try.

The moment Taiseki left Aoki received a surprise, sadly not an enjoyable one.

"Rasegan!", shouted Kohana and thrilled her chakra sphere through his whole head.

It was disgusting.

Brain matter landed on her and she was bloody everywhere.

At least this time the enemy ninja was dead.

Slowly Kohana stood up and gripped her head.

All was spinning.

Not a second later she puked.

Did she have a concussion? It felt like it.

And using her chakra to free herself and then making a Rasegan didn't help at all.

"I-I have to move.", she mumbled, carefully walking towards the exit. "I-I need to get out of this Death Trap."

"Kohana-Chan!", shouted Rin's voice.

Blinking Kohana looked up and saw her three teammates.

"Guys..."

Her best friend ran up to her and started to heal her right away.

"It's okay Kohana-Chan you are safe now!", cooed the brunette.

Obito and Kakashi joined them.

The Uchiha had his Sharingan Eyes and was crying.

"I'm so glad you are okay!", he told her, gripping her shoulder.

"Did you kill the other Iwa-Nin?", asked Kakashi wearing a bandage over his left eye. "You did good Kohana-Chan."

"Guys...", Kohana tried again.

Why didn't her mouth work with her right now!?

"Just a little more Kohana-Chan.", reassured Rin. "You have a heavy concussion."

"We need to get out NOW!", finally Kohana shouted.

With her Eagle Vision, she had seen the Fuin Jutsu marking on the cave. It was probably a failsafe if the Iwa-Nin lost to an enemy in their hide-out.

No one would leave this place alive.

The Fuin Jutsu marking became visible and the whole cave started to shake!

"Dammit! Everybody, let's get out of here!", commanded Kakashi.

The green-haired girl couldn't even look that fast as Obito picked her bridal style and ran after Kakashi and Rin towards the exit.

Oh Kami would they make it?

Would destiny change its course?

Aren't I evil?

This is probably the worst cliffhanger I ever made! :D

I am so proud of myself XD

I can't wait for you to throw tomatoes at me and hear your thoughts!

Until next time ;D

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Ninken News - Kakashi x Reader

Summary: the ninken give some surprising news while on a mission

Genre: lots and lots of fluff, slight protectiveness, mostly just fluff and cuteness, some suggestive sexual themes, and little bit of humour.

Warning: suggestive themes, pregnancy

You bounded through the trees following Kakashi’s footsteps on each limb. The warm wind rushed by you as the summer sun shimmered through the leaves. Kakashi looked back to make sure you were still okay. You gave him a reassuring smile and he returned it with his signature eye crinkle. It wasn’t often you got to go on a mission with your boyfriend. Even though this mission was ranked A class you were feeling quite content and confident in completing it relatively quickly and easily.

You had recently gained new information about an illegal group growing at the border of fire country and had been dispatched to gain more information on the groups leader and to avoid conflict if possible. The only thing you had as a lead as to those involved in the group were a few items of clothing that had been left at a bar not far from the location of the suspected hideout.

After travelling for a couple hours Kakashi came to a halt several hundred yards off the main path. At this point you were a couple miles away from the suspected area. “I think this should be good” Kakashi said, looking at you for an opinion.

“Yah, this gives the dogs a good chance to spread out and lead us in the direction of any scents they can pick up.” You said analyzing possible outcomes in your head. Kakashi nodded and made the summoning hand seals for his ninken.

“Kuchiyose no Jutsu” kakashi said as he bit his thumb and placed his hand on the ground. Instantly 7 dogs appeared infront of you and in his signature position sat Pakkun atop Bulls head.

“Yo” Pakkun said jumping off Bulls head. “What’s the mission, Kakashi” Pakkun asked. Kakashi began explaining the mission to him.

A few of the dogs sniffed around your feet and you greeted them. “Heya Shiba, hi Bisuke.” You were no stranger to them as you had worked with them on previous missions and they sometimes hung around Kakashi randomly in the village for pets and treats from civilians.

“Hey y/n,” Bisuke said still sniffing around your feet, his forehead crinkling in confusion. At this point a few of the other dogs, including Uhei and Akino had gravitated toward you.

“What’s up guys” you asked feeling like something weird was going on “do I smell bad or something?” You said double checking if you your armpits smelt.

“You smell like kakashi” uhei said.

You blushed and scratched the back of your head. At this point Bull had come over and was sniffing you as well. “Well I mean that’s to be expected.”

“No, it’s something different” Akino said sniffing at you.

Bisuke jumped up placing his front paws on your thigh, continuing to sniff at you. You bent down so that you were at better eye level.

“Guys what are you doing, leave y/n….” Kakashi started

“You have a puppy in you!” Bisuke blurted out finally placing the scent. All the dogs tails were wagging lazily in contentment as they started licking your face.

You stood up a look of astonishment on your face as you tried to place when and where it could have happened. You knew you were late but that wasn’t uncommon as being a shinobi could put a lot of stress on the body sometimes and delay it.

You thought back to a couple weeks ago when Kakashi had come back late from a mission. It had been storming and the lights had gone out, the rain pounding against the roof. He’d shown up soaking wet at the door. You’d been so worried that something had happened and apparently he had missed you too, it didn’t take long before you were stripping each other of your clothes and he was carrying you to the living room where you had lit a fire in the fireplace. You made passionate love that night. Sex with Kakashi was always amazing, but that night had been different.

You blushed as you remembered the intense memory. Suddenly Kakashi was grabbing your wrist and pulling you roughly out of the circle of dogs. “Kakashi! What—“

“We’re going back,” he said his voice low and dangerous.

“What? No we need to finish the mission!” you said, trying to pull your wrist out of his grasp. You got no response, his face turned away from you as he continued to pull you toward the road. A few of the dogs whimpered as they sensed Kakashi’s mood “Kakashi, if you don’t want this you have to tell me!” You said jumping to conclusions as to why he would be acting like this.

You felt yourself pulled tightly into his strong chest as he wrapped one arm around your waist, the other resting on the back of your head. He nuzzled his face into your hair and whispered “you’re my family now, I want you,” he pulled back to look you in the eye, his voice softer “and I want this child.” His expression darkened again “and I’m not losing it again, so we’re going back.” the dogs continued to whimper around the two of you.

Placing the palm of your hand on his cheek you saw his expression soften again at your touch. You knew Kakashi was protective of you on a regular day, but it seemed that his protective tendency had increased tenfold at the revelation of the news. Leaning up to his masked lips you pressed a kiss to his, he drew his mask down deepening this kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth to draw a small whimper from you. You released the kiss and looked into his eyes. “Nothing is going to happen,” you said.

“You can’t guarantee that” his protective mask fading to show worry in his mismatched eyes.

“Eh-hem…” you both looked to Pakkun who was sitting to the side of where you and Kakashi were standing. You felt some heat gather on your face realizing all the dogs had watched you and Kakashi share an intimate kiss.

“We won’t let anything happen to y/n, boss” Pakkun said matter of factly. “I think we can finish this mission without any conflict, right guys!” Pakkun said to the rest of the pack. A series of yips and barks proceeded in agreement.

You looked back to Kakashi, who still looked unconvinced. “At any sign of a battle we can retreat,” you said hoping to ease his mind.

“At any sign,” he repeated fixing you with his no nonsense gaze. You gripped his hand giving it a squeeze.

7 months later

You sat on the couch reading a book. Each of the dogs laying around you in one position or another. They had barely left your side since that day on the mission when they notified you that you were pregnant. After that you’d only completed mostly C and some B level missions up until about a 2 months ago. Kakashi had asked the Hokage to suspend you’re shinobi duties, and even though you knew you might die from boredom you had agreed knowing kakashi wouldn’t settle for anything less.

You silently petted Bisuke’s head where it laid on your swollen belly. The door opened and a few of the dogs jumped up to meet Kakashi at the door, wagging their tails. “Pakkun, status report!”

“Hi Boss,” pakkun addressed Kakashi standing on the arm rest of the couch as Kakashi entered the room. Pakkun always acted so serious but you couldn’t help as his little tail wagged as he reported to Kakashi. This was no doubt one of his favourite missions he’d ever been given. “4 kicks, two bathroom breaks and a craving for ice cream and pickles.” Pakkun reported.

“Do you guys seriously need to do that” you groaned.

Kakashi placed a kiss on top your head “ice cream and pickles, that’s a new one.” He said reaching over the back of the couch to place a hand on your stomach. “And yes we do, because I don’t want to miss anything.” He kissed your cheek.

“Ok I’ll be back soon.” Kakashi said standing up and giving his signature wave.

“Where are you going? You just got back?” You questioned.

“To get ice cream and pickles of course” he said and all you could do was laugh as he shut the door.

“Thank you for making him happy” Pakkun asked looking at you. “I haven’t seen him like this in many years.”

Looking at Pakkun you gave him a scratch behind the ear, and corrected him “Thank you for protecting him all those years and for being his friend.”

Allowing Pakkun to settle into your side, you began reading your book again, content in knowing you were part of the pack now, even if they had considered you part of the pack for many many years already.

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❨𝐔𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫❩ 𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐱 𝐀𝐧𝐛𝐮 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ❙ 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫.

The streets of Konohagakure grew dimmer as the sun dipped further into the horizon. Dozens of multi-colored lanterns ignited the occupied area. Food stalls, vendor stations, carnival games, dancers, and other types of entertainment ventured far down the pathway. It made you happy to see families from all around the village gathered at this time.

     However, entertainment happened to be the last thing running through your mind considering you were assigned an A-ranked mission. The Fourth Raikage of Kumogakure requested the help of the Anbu Black Ops in order to eliminate or report two potential suspected spies hiding within Konohagakure. Apparently, they had information that could potentially cause chaos to your home, within the Hidden Cloud.

     Taking this assignment seriously, it only took a day to actually track down and capture the targets. The two ninjas struggled against the bounding of their restraints, as you quickly and silently carried them through the village and up the grand stairs of the Hokage building. Lady Fifth sat behind her desk hands crossed, fingers intertwined when you walked in. You tossed the two-men upon the floor, handing over the message that explains the mission to her.

     Her brown orbs quickly scanned over the scroll, nodding in understanding, "Thank you, we'll handle it from here."

    Following her words, you nodded, not speaking, and walked right out of the office. Yawning, you walked towards a nearby restroom and changed out of your Anbu gear and into your shinobi gear. It would be best if you rest here and then return home; a nice hotel should suffice. And who knows, you might engage in a little sightseeing. This is your first time being in Konohagakure, after all.

     It's kind of funny because you never thought you'd be the type of ninja to go travel on dangerous missions alone. Everything changed when you decided to become an Anbu Black Op after being promoted to Jounin. You loved your job, of course, it brought excitement to your life. But the pain of having to roam the world in utter secrecy brought upon loneliness; especially, when you're not able to go home to anyone. Sometimes you wonder if this life is even worth it?

     Then you remember the looks of shock that flashes on people's face when they see you defeat your opponents and your realize just how much joy it brings. Maybe it is worth it.

     Anyways, goosebumps crept up your [skin tone] arms as the wind blew lightly. The atmosphere seemed so peaceful; almost quiet. As you ventured down the street, you almost passed by a bookstore. At first, you paid it no mind until a large poster promoting: Icha Icha Paradise: Special Edition, caught your attention. Some may consider this story to be absolute garbage. But what many fail to understand is that this story is more than just hentai in the form of a small paperback book! It has character development, details, and a very well written storyline. Master Jiraya of the Hidden Leaf, really put his foot into these books.

     Pushing open the store door, it clicked with a ring. Hearing that familiar tune, an older male walked from the back room towards the counter, "Welcome!"

     With a curt nod, you smiled in his general direction. He seemed shocked to see a foreigner from the Hidden Cloud within his store. Especially, someone of your stature. However, he didn't seem against you being there which was nice. There weren't many people in the store, maybe a couple of adults and a few families. A couple of hushed whispers were heard as you made your way to the "Explicit" section. Following the alphabetized book selection until you found the title you were looking for. There happened to be one final copy, thank goodness! You came just in time.

     The expression on your face brightens as you reach to grab the book. Just as that happened, another gloved hand reaches for it as well. They blatantly disregard your being and snatch the books away.

     "Excuse me," you muttered through clenched teeth, boiling in irritation. "I'm sure you noticed me standing here, asshole."

     The culprit was a man in his early thirties, with a strong build, fair-skinned, sharp black orbs, oddly shaped silver hair, with half of his face covered in cloth. His headband blocked one of his eyes, probably because of a scar. He's attractive from the looks of it. And oddly familiar. His aura screamed alpha male, intelligent, and dangerous. However, none of that scared you one bit.

     "Aren't you a bit far from home? Why would a Shinobi from the Hidden Cloud be roaming through the Leaf?" He questioned, his tone of voice was smooth, calm, and deep.

     Furrowing your eyebrows, you responded to his question, "You shouldn't ask so many questions, it could get you killed. Now, if you would be so kind and pass me that book."

     "I don't know if I should give it up so easily," he responded, more to himself than to you. "After all, it's my favorite series."

     Growing frustrated, you clenched your fist ready to pulverize this clown, "Yeah? So what! You don't get first dibs just because it's your favorite! I happened to like the story too!"

     "Is that so?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow. "Tell me, what draws you to it then?"

"I don't have to explain anything to you," you grumbled, having enough of this back and forth mockery. He's starting to really get under your skin, and he knows it.

Looking down at the book he hummed, "Guess you won't be getting this book back then. It's a shame, this is a limited edition, autographed copy."

Gritting your teeth, you almost smacked the smirk off his face. You just knew he was smiling beneath that damn mask. Face burning, you begin to explain why you loved the series so much.

"People tend to confuse the idea of porn and explicit adult romance. This story is much more than just a relationship between a man and a woman. It describes a complex journey of love through sexual interactions, social networks, and human emotions. It's everything I wish I could have in reality but can't because of my career," you confessed, getting all caught up in your feelings. Why the hell did you just tell him all of that personal information?

The man remained silent for a moment, probably processing everything he just heard, "So, you're lonely."

"Just keep the god damn book," you groaned in embarrassment and anger. Storming out of the bookstore and into town. By this time, the sun had completely disappeared into the distance. Quickly, you found a little shop to eat from. A cute noodle shop called: Ichiraku.

     The older chef and his daughter are so nice and accepting of new customers. The savory aroma of their famous Miso Ramen made your mouth water uncontrollably. It felt good to relax a bit, maybe next time you'll utilize the hot springs. That's if you ever come back. With everything that occurred earlier today, that might be quite the stretch.

     Suddenly, a shift in the curtains alerted everyone of an incoming customer. Glancing back, you found yourself staring into the eye of the same man from earlier. He raised a hand, looking apologetic.

"So, you following me now? Didn't get enough at the shop, so you've come to embarrass me more?" You glared at the man, not sensing any ill intentions. Meaning he's not here to try and assassinate you.

He raised his hands, "That's not why I'm here. [your name] [last name], Anbu Black Op of Kumogakure: fifth division."

"Great, so you're a certified stalker too! Things aren't looking too good for you, pal. I suggest you leave before it gets ugly," you responded, hand on the blade hidden in your pocket.

"I'm an ally," he spoke. "Kakashi Hatake, ex Anbu Black Op of Konohagakure and previous captain of the third division."

Relaxing, you looked at the male in utter disbelief. There's no way. Then again, the longer you look at him the more familiar he begins to be. Is this really the same man? The copy-cat ninja heard through all the lands? It's impossible. Then again, all signs are there. His structure, appearance, and demeanor all match.

"May I sit?" He questioned, taking your obvious silence as a realization moment.  Stepping inside, he sat upon the red stool-booth. "You know, It was never my intention to upset you."

     "Could've fooled me," you responded curtly, not really wanting to continue this conversation with him.

Sensing the hostility, Kakashi reached into his pocket pulling out enough money to pay for two meals, "Let me treat you, then."

   "I don't need—," you began, snapping at his overall need to hold a conversation.

He ultimately cut you off, "The meal is on me."

The chef nodded with understanding, before placing a nice and steaming meal right before your glistening orbs. The noodles steamed with hot delicious sauce, meat seasoned to perfection, and the veggies floating beautifully above the broth. Everything looked so undeniably delicious — made you forget why you were even talking about.

Opening a package of chopsticks, you appreciated the meal and immediately begin to dig in. The flavors exploded against your tongue, attacking the taste buds with such good vibes. That moment of happiness ended quickly, when you glanced at the silver haired stranger reading a older version of Icha Icha Paradise.

"So," you muttered after swallowing. "What do you really want from me?"

Kakashi continued to read his story, ignoring the surroundings. This ignorance caused you to grit your teeth in irritation. This punk must think you're soft or something. He just loves getting under your skin.

"Hello!?" you announced loudly.

Hearing that, he glanced towards your figure. He pointed a finger at himself, "Sorry, were you just talking to me?"

Slamming the chopsticks on the counter, you glared long and hard at him. If this look of pure murder didn't kill him then you don't know what will. How can someone be so infuriating but charming at the same time?

"Anyway," he continued when he realized you weren't going to repeat yourself. "I overstepped some boundaries — it's not everyday I meet a woman with open interest in books like these. I let my excitement get the best of me.”

“You call that excitement? Asking a million questions and making a fool out of me!? " you expressed your distaste in his methods, watching as he dug into his back pouch.

The highly trained shinobi rubbed the nape of his neck sheepishly. If you were reading his body language correctly you’d say he was embarrassed.

“Like I said, that was never my intention. In the Anbu Black Ops, it's hard to build bonds when you're forced to become invisible,” he responded. “Guess that part of me never left.”

His words made you think of you’re own lifestyle. He’s absolutely right, this career path leaves you completely and utterly isolated. Trained to live in secret, careful to not allow the enemy to gain access to any form of weakness. Thus never getting close to anyone for their protection.

“I can’t be mad then,” you responded calmly, smiling sadly. “We were trained the exact same way, isolated and alone.”

     Kakashi pulled out wrapped package with a bow upon it and held it out to you. "It doesn’t have to be that way though. Take this as a token, the beginning of something new.”

With that final word, he stood up calming placing money on the counter and walking out of the shop. Leaving you to stare at the gift with flushed cheeks. Attached to the bow was a little tag — opening it, dark writing was seen: have safe travels, keep in touch.

Beneath that inscription showed a address, must be his for you to write letters to. All along he just wanted to be friends. With a small smile, you opened the package. What you witnessed caused you to laugh out loud at the irony.

He left behind the special addition Icha-Icha Paradise book, signed by the author himself.

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[egyptsblackrose]

Dancing with Strangers

Ok here’s part 2 I guess, this is a bit longer than the first one, I was listening to the playlist again and kinda got into the zone. This chapter is where things get a little hotter but theres no sexy time still...I don’t know do you guys want that? Do you want more plot? I don’t know how long I wanna make this story guess I’ll leave it up to you guys so let me know what you think. Also the image included is one I drew digitally from a template found on Pinterest, if you repost or use it please give just mention me :)

Warnings: swearing in this one, very suggestive behaviour and language, nothing to spicy

Like to Part 1 here-https://egyptsblackrose.tumblr.com/post/648370506842701824/dancing-with-strangers-ok-so-theres-a-playlist

Part 2-

You were grinning from ear to ear, a gentle happy buzz fizzing under your skin as you entered the heat of the club your friends insisted was the best in town. Been an exchange student in a very different country like Japan could have been a scary experience for anyone, but you had actually spend some of your young life living in Hiroshima and made life long friends, 2 of which were currently pulling on your hands to lead you to the bar as they laughed loudly. Japanese was your second language, one you adored and had kept practicing through the years, and when the chance came to study at the same uni as your best friends for your final year, you couldn’t buy the plane ticket fast enough!

“Y/N! What are you drinking?!” Miku shouted to you over the music, Sakura already flirting with the barman.

“Same as before, just a vodka and coke please Mi-Mi.” She nodded and turned to Sakura, yelling at her to order the drinks already. You couldn’t help but smile and shake your head at your friends antics. They never seemed to change, no matter how many years passed.

Taking a look around the club, you was somewhat relieved that the crowd on the dance floor wasn’t too crazy. You could hold your liquor pretty well, hence why you weren’t as effected as the others in your group, and you didn’t want to loose people in the crowd.

A sudden shiver took over your body, heat stroking your skin like a touch, trailing over your form. Not so surprising, people were often surprised to see a foreigner in the clubs, so you brushed it off. Taking the drink Miku had bought you for her round, your group cheered and took a drink. As “Such a Whore” finished, you and your friends cheered as “Sexy chick” began, quickly finishing your drinks and heading to the dance floor.

———

Blue and black eyes roamed the foreign beauty with no attempt at hiding their interest. She was stunning; her lush hair shimmering in the flashing lights and flowing with every move she made, dressed in something skin tight and pretty to show off her curves but not too revealing and flashy, make-up made to look natural and only flatter her already pretty features. Her body rolled in controlled rhythms to match the beat, her feet shuffling. God she was a sight for sore eyes.

Her face lit up as she and the group surrounding her recognised the beginning of “Lights down low”. Then the real show began. It was like she rehearsed the dance before, singing along to the sinful words. Gojo licked his bottom lip slowly, his blue eyes glued to the way she threw her head back and grinned cheekily at no one. Kakashi couldn’t stop staring at how her hips snapped and thrust like she was acting out the song from both male and female perspectives, his hand tightening dangerously on the glass bottle now finished in his hand. Images of possibilities filled their minds.

“Damn,” Gojo sighed almost to himself.

Kakashi nodded in agreement anyway. “Please tell me you don’t want her for yourself.”

Gojo grin was devilish. “Now where’s the fun in that?” He chuckled, passing his brother another beer he’d just bought, sipping as the foreign beauty dancing like a damn belly dancer to “Culo”. “Do you wanna try make the first move this time?”

The other white haired male shook his head. “Wouldn’t want to risk loosing this one.” Gojo patted his back good natured lay. He was proud of how far his best friend had come in his confidence and prowess, but he knew he had a way to go yet.

“I know what you mean though pal, what a catch.” His blue eyes narrowed at some men clearly eye-fucking you. “I’m gonna make our play before one of those wolves takes a bite.” Kakashi levelled the group was a fierce glare of his own, nodding in approval. This was their hunting ground after all, others had to wait their turn and take the scraps.

Handing his half empty bottle to his still glaring friend, Gojo gracefully weaved through the crowd, gently easing past the many women trying to dance with him. He was determined, his goal set, eyes locked on you.

Your friends span you, making you laugh, but you paused for a second to grin as “Promiscuous” opened up. What you hadn’t expected was a very hot, very pleasant voice to gently sing the beginning “How you doing young lady,” into your ear.

Surprised, you turned only to pause as the most amazing blue eyes you’d ever seen pierced through your gaze and stared right at your soul. Your cheeks heated as the man grinned, pleased at your staring and continued his singing. Blinking to clear your mind from the surprise and shock that a damn MODEL was hitting on you, you began singing too.

“You expect me to just let you hit it, but will you still respect me if you get it.” Your tone held a warning in there somewhere, wether he picked up on it over the volume was another matter. The white haired beauty before you laughed cheerfully, smoothly taking your hand and spinning you to face away from him, before pulling you back so you were pressed up to him.

“I’m curious about you, you seem so innocent.” He teased, hands squeezing your hips. You didn’t even pause, singing the reply but focused more on moving your body to the beat, and into his. “Promiscuous girl, your teasing me. You know what I want, and I got what you need.” He growled in your ear, causing your spine and insides to shudder in delight. You tilted your head back and laughed, only hitting his chest. God this guys tall.

You dipped to the floor and brought yourself up elegantly against him, now facing the dazzling stranger with a teasing grin of your own. “I’m a big girl I can handle myself, but if I get lonely imma need your help. Pay attention to me, I don’t talk for my health.”

The male’s grin turned hungry, his large hands dragging up the side of your body from your hip, tracing your collarbone, before wrapping his hand around your throat. There was no pressure, he just rested his big hand there, engulfing your neck easily, making you look at him as he bit his lip. “The names Gojo Satoru, and you beautiful, can call me Sensei.”

“My names L/N Y/N, not beautiful, flattery only gets you so far...onii-san.” You smirked back as the song changed to “Where have you been”.

Gojo smiled genuinely, letting out a long hum of amusement. “Then let me start by buying you a drink beautiful, I left my brother all alone at the bar just to try talk to you.”

Laughing, you raised a brow. “Talk? Yeah right. I’m sorry but I’m out with my friends, and I don’t want to leave them, I’m the most sober one after all-”

“Of course she’ll have a drink!” Miku all but screamed excitedly. You turned to her with a frown, opening your mouth to refuse, but she grabbed your arm and whispered loudly in your ear. “He’s Gojo Satoru, and his friend is Kakashi Hatake! They’re like small time celebs around here, they’re both hot as fuck and close. Like REALLY close, they only ever take a girl home who they both want, they know what the fuck they're doing too and they’re policemen! Trust me, go with them and thank me later! I’ll see you tomorrow!”

Miku all but pushed you into Gojo waiting arms, the male chuckling charmingly at the scene. You watched as your group of friends gave you thumbs up and shooed you away, Sakura and Miku blowing you kisses and winks. “What the?”

“So, what can I get you beautiful?” Gojo purred in your ear to distract you, his arm wrapping comfortably around your shoulders and leading you back to Kakashi who had ordered another drink, and was straightening out his shirt and hair out of nervousness. “Don’t worry, just one drink, anything you want and if your not having fun by the end of it, then I’ll escort you back to your friends myself.”

You bit your lip, about to glance back at your friends to check on them, when another handsome white haired male gently smiled at you, with stunning black eyes, an adorable beauty mark on his chin, a dangerous scar over one eye and a perfect jawline. “One drink wont hurt then, I guess.” You replied, almost shyly as you stood between both men, leaning against the bar.

One drink turned into four, and they were not drunk quick ether. You had lost track of time and songs playing as Gojo and Kakashi bantered easily, always keeping you involved and centre of attention. You were beyond grateful that you could hold your liqueur and hadn’t being going crazy like your friends, it made it easy to follow along with the conversation. You were quick to pitch in effortlessly with cheeky and teasing remarks that had the 2 men both in stitches with laughter, and enamoured with you all at once. Most women were happy to sit and giggle, focus on looking pretty and flirt with suggestive touching, not really focus on what they were saying. You were intelligent, modest and sweet with undertones of naughty delight. It excited both men more than anything had in a while.

When a more suggestive song came through the speakers, Gojo sent Kakashi a discrete look, both leading you to the dance floor after your drinks were finished. Once in their favourite spot, their stage was set to begin the best part of the hunt. This part was more than just seduction, this was about using the music, their words, bodies and heat to turn yours on to the max, until you couldn’t take it anymore. And their favourite spot held just enough cover and darkness to keep all sinful acts a secret.

You inhaled sharply as Gojo’s large hands spread over the front of your thighs, pulling firmly so your back and body were pressed into him, while Kakashi’s rough hands gripped your waist, one of his legs pressing between your own. The two moved in synch perfectly like a well oiled machine, Gojo rolling his body into yours as his feet shuffled. The roll forward would drive you into Kakashi, and more importantly your core onto his firm muscular thigh. The male in front of you would gently shuffle and thrust forward as well, the action meaning there was absolutely no space between you and their hot hard bodies. Their hands would guide and encourage your own dancing, focusing on your hips and slow movements that was driving them just as wild.

You felt like you were melting from the inside out, there was a craving for more deep within you, and it was burning hotter the more they teased. Fingers would lightly graze your breasts and a insincere “sorry” would be breathed into your ear through a smirk, lips would brush your neck, hands would squeeze and tighten their grips at random intervals, keeping you tense and senses focused on them and them alone.

Only when you were a dazed, panting mess did Gojo deem you wooed enough, and Kakashi insisted on getting you another drink. At some point, Gojo had picked you up by your hips as Kakashi had pulled up a bar stool for you, easing it under you. The action was so quick and effortless for both men you couldn’t help but blush, especially as Kakashi kept a hand gently resting on the small of your back, drawing soothing circles there. Gojo’s hand was rested on your thigh as well, like it was nothing, and smirked at you now not hanging to look up so much to meet their eyes.

You stuck your tongue out at him in response. “Careful beautiful, I might just take that tongue if you don’t watch out.” He growled hotly into your ear. Holy-

“I think she’d like that Sato.” Kakashi grinned, groaning the words into your ear. You’d noticed how he’d relaxed more and more as the night went on, becoming a little bolder with you when he saw you weren’t pushing him away or favouring Gojo. The touches were turning less and less innocent or ‘accidental’, and the way they looked at you... Gojo had no shame, staring hungrily at each and every curve, licking his lips hungrily as his hands would skim the line between teasing and inappropriate, working slowly to drive you crazy. His blue eyes drank in every hitch in breath, every shudder, his own patience thinning as he watched your perfect teeth graze your wet lips. Kakashi had a different approach, he wanted the eye contact, he want you to look into his eyes and see he wanted you. “She’s panting, poor thing.”

You hadn’t noticed how your chest was rising and falling rapidly, too busy trying to hide the fact of how turned on you were caught between these gorgeous men. “Your right brother, her thighs are clenching too. What images are forming in that naughty mind of yours beautiful? Care to share? We’d be happy to make them reality, wouldn’t we Hatake?”

The most sinful, hungry groan rumbled through your ear in response as Kakashi stood forward and shielded your body from view of everyone else in the club, sneakily easing a hand up your thigh. Up and up and- you gasped, the single finger making you jump and let out a whimper. “God yes, I want her to make more of those sounds Sato.

“I’ve already called a taxi.” Gojo said lowly, pushing his body into your side so you could feel every hard line and ridge of his toned form, and something poke your arse. “You ready to go beautiful?”

All you could do was nod, too afraid of how desperate you’d sound if you tried to speak. Downing the rest of your drinks, you squeaked as Kakashi eased you off the stool and immediately directed you towards the exit, Gojo leading the way to the taxi and opening the door for you, both always touching you as your legs wobbled and mind raced.

Part 3 - https://egyptsblackrose.tumblr.com/post/648557120920354817/a-rose-by-any-other-name

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[historicfailure]

Love Notes - How bad at flirting can you be?

2nd chapter: He just gets worse

You just wanted to keep your head down. You really did. Unfortunately, Kakashi's mere presence makes your blood boil; though, his actions are even more infuriating.

Hey there ^^

Second chapter, and I'm really happy how the first chapter worked out. Let's see if you guys like the second chapter as much as the first one :D

~ X ~

The notes continued, after you pinned a bright green stick-note to the upper rim of the monitor, making sure that everyone passing by could see it. You even drew a little smiley in the middle of it. When you left, you gave your note an encouraging nod. The next day, the note was gone, replaced by another, innocent note with a few more encouraging words which made you smile into your hands, before you looked around to see if you would catch someone in the act of watching you.

No one was even looking into your vague direction, too busy doing their assigned tasks.

Over the weeks following, you had lots of time to assemble a little pile of beautifully written, carefully folded and nicely worded small letters. You kept all of them in the small box in your desk, secured and only opened when you added the latest one. These messages of positivity, shy compliments and sometimes even little doodles oozed some kind of old charm to you. The writer obviously didn’t want to tell you his identity, and as far as you were concerned, you had no idea if he even hinted at it either. Too new, too inexperienced on inside jokes between the older colleagues. Sometimes, the notes were just a sentence long, a simple compliment to your work or wishing you a good day. Sometimes, they would be longer, describing little habits of yours and becoming nearly poetical in their compliments which would’ve been creepy if you hadn’t given the writer permission to send you further notes and if the compliments weren’t always borderline cute and innocent, never distasteful or bordering on crude.

On really special days, you would open a note and find a little drawing doodled on the paper. Mostly different dogs in funny little vests, sometimes flowers, and sometimes even rough sketches of people around the office in different poses. These were your favorite. The doodles, despite looking rough and like they were done in great haste, had a distinctive style and beauty to them.

While your bond with the secret note-writer grew and blossomed, the relationship with the goddamn arrogant bastard (a personal favorite of yours when you complained about his newest idiocy to Anko, Kurenai and Shizune) worsened and the already hard feelings between the two of you only seemed to harden with every argument. Your compilations of information on other marketing bureaus, reports, files, past campaigns you worked on, every little bit and piece of work you ever had done, Hatake seemed to know about and use it to get on your nerves, criticizing and making sly remarks at every opportunity he got. Sometimes, you even had the feeling he went out of his way to be a massive, annoying inconvenience especially for you when it came to your workload, but you couldn’t believe Kakashi would really sabotage any work-related tasks. Not even he would stoop that low, and you also had the feeling that the bastard respected Minato too, more than to actually mess with any of your files. He just criticized them, plucked them apart bit by bit, until you second-guessed yourself more than actually doing what you were paid for.

You hated Kakashi even more for that.

Not only that, though. No, that would’ve been too easy for the massive pain in your ass (a close second insult).

~ X ~

Every good office had this one room. This one room, praised and frequently visited by every person on the same floor and, sometimes, even several floors. Often small enough to not fit more than four or five people inside, but big enough to have a little kitchen counter, a microwave and the holiest grail: the coffee machine.

At Konohagakure Marketing, the coffee machine was an old and clunky thing. On a regular basis, the monstrosity would spit hot water while brewing a new can of coffee, the sounds the thing omitted in general could be described as ‘devilish’ and ‘unearthly’, and whoever had the misfortune to have to clean the coffee machine when it wouldn’t budge nor move (mostly happening in the afternoon, when it already had a few hours of work on its back), would have to deal with some kind of unidentifiable grease and coffee grounds stuck to their hands. Of course, that meant no one exactly wanted to deal with that particular task. Eventually, though, when the coffee wouldn’t flow anymore, it had to be done.

When you stumbled a few days after the headbutting with Kakashi into the small coffee corner, you prayed to the heavens that there was still enough coffee left. Cleaning the monster would take some time; time you definitely didn’t have today.

Luckily, there was still enough coffee left for approximately two more cups. Unfortunately, when you stepped into the room, someone else was already in there, a coffee can in one hand and one cup in the other.

“Hey.” Your smile couldn’t have fooled the blindest of blind people, and surely not Kakashi. He didn’t seem to mind, throwing an unworried, undisturbed smile back at you.

“Hello there. Also on the hunt for coffee?”

“Yeah.” The kitchen cabinets were almost overloaded with porcelain in different states. Most cups were just boring; white and with the stylized leaf of the office printed on one side. There were a few personal cups, though, and hell was raised if anyone else, but the owners of these cups were spotted using them. Quickly, you angled yours out of the cabinet, a huge and bright-red cup with white polka dots printed all over the surface.

Someone had moved your cup, though. Usually, you kept your cup on the lowest shelf of the cupboard, comfortably in your reach. Today, someone seemed to deeply hate you, placing the cup on the highest shelf and even pushing it a bit back. From your position, you could barely make out the edges.

You could feel Kakashi’s amusement in your back as you stared full of deserved hatred upwards, at the porcelain so far out of your reach that it also could be on another planet. Alright, that was a bit far-fetched, but still.

“Need a hand?” he asked.

Help? From him? Before you could control yourself, you snorted. “Thanks, but no, thanks.”

Kakashi shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

You could hear his smug grin even over the pouring of coffee into porcelain. Like every so often, whenever he even looked into your direction, your eyes would automatically roll into the back of your head. Damn, you really couldn’t believe you used to look up to him. Sure, his work was without a doubt marvelous and praise-worthy, but all in all, humanly speaking, Hatake was just one of millions of douchebags. Nothing worthy to be sad and hung up over.

Fine. Fine. You would get your mug. No problem.

Thankfully, you wore a pair of jeans today. This would’ve been even more embarrassing with a skirt or dress. Like you had done so every single day of your life, you swung your knee onto the kitchen counter. One testing jump, then the other knee followed. Instantly, your head was at the same level as the highest shelf. From there on, it was child’s play to get your mug and safely slip down to stand again full of triumphant satisfaction in front of the pain in your neck.

“Impressive.” Hatake’s voice was just as impassive as always. “Now, a sideways flick-flack with a screw-landing backwards.”

“I’m still working for a marketing company, not for a circus.”

“Strange. You look like a clown to me.”

How dare he-! Biting heat swirled through your stomach, rose into your chest and up into your head. You could feel your heartbeat in your ears, drowning everything else out. How dare he insulted you like this! That was it, he couldn’t insult you like that and not expect you to run to Minato like…

Like a schoolgirl running to the teacher and snitching on her classmates.

As the new one, that wouldn’t shine a good light on you. Not a team player, you heard a mock-version of Minato’s voice say, deep in the back of your mind, not able to take a little jest.

Minato would never say that. He would take an official complaint seriously, even when it would come from you. However, the doubt was planted in your brain. Like that, you just gripped the handle of your cup tighter, tensing your jaw until you could nearly feel your teeth crack.

Hatake raised a single eyebrow, lazy in his execution and mocking in his expression. “Nothing to say? How disappointing.”

Before you could retort something, anything would be great, he stepped into your personal space. No preamble or warning. Just an invasion, straight up, unbothered by the close contact. Damn, his chest was nearly molded to yours! How could he do that without an inkling of shame or embarrassment?

Instinctively, you drew your shoulders upwards, cupping the mug close to your chest. Hell, his legs were softly pressing against your upper thighs, the rims of his hoodie were falling around your body! Was he doing that to ruffle your feathers? To unnerve you?

Well, if that is his intention, then it’s fucking working!

With wide eyes, you only stare at Hatake, how he reached upwards, behind your head. Caught between the kitchen counter and the man, you couldn’t escape, only look up at the neckline of his dark V-shirt, the long, pale neck, the sharp jaw, the little dark spot just below his mouth… All of that was so close, pleasantly accompanied by the warm, slightly sharp, slightly sweet scent of some kind of deodorant and natural smell.

Suddenly, he looked down, little creases around his eyes, amusement curling his lips into the sliver of a smile. “Is that here a problem?”

You could only shake your head in a terribly weak manner (only later, you would realize that and scold yourself).

His little cocky smile widened, the corners of his mouth curling even further. And wasn’t that a dimple in his cheek? “Good.”

And then he was gone, while you could only stand there and cling to your mug like your life depended on it. Your brain seemed to be paralyzed, short-circuited, simply frozen without a chance to recover soon.

Hatake now held two mugs instead of one in his hands, placed one of them beside you on the corner, and raised the can to the empty mug. “Nice. How kind, that you let me empty the can and want to clean the coffee machine. Such a collegial coworker.”

The curtain lifted. Quickly, you rewind the conversation you just had, trying to find out when the hell did you give permission to Hatake to take all the coffee?

Wait… Is that here a problem? Did he really…?

You jerked up. “Wait! I never agreed to this!”

“Too late.” Surprisingly fast, Hatake had emptied out the can to the very last drop. With both of his hands occupied as he grabbed the other mug, he waved with one of his little fingers at you, all closed eyed, fake smiles and sheer arrogance. You really wanted to break the stupid finger in the exact moment when the fucker left the kitchen, the smugness radiating from him in fucking waves.

Slowly, you released your death grip around your mug. Finger for finger, until you placed the porcelain with an audible sigh on the counter. Then, your eyes wandered to the coffee machine, the empty can, and the unmistakable sign right above the machine: Please refill the coffee for everyone when the can is empty!

Kakashi planned this. You were halfway sure. And when the darn thing didn’t want to work, and you had to suffer through the excruciating cleaning process (the grease was everywhere, beneath your fingernails up to your wrists, some spots even made their way to the sleeves of your jacket) you wanted to scream and shout, trash this stupid machine and trash Hatake with it in the next best trash bin.

~ X ~

I know it sounds sappy, but when I see your smile at any time of the day, I instantly feel better. I could have the shittiest day ever, and you and your smile would always be able to brighten it up. I never had a reason to be excited to come to work, but since you work here, I’m actually looking forward to coming in. Even the boss is surprised to see me so much, when I usually work from home.

Be prepared to be swamped with Thank-You cards from him.

PS: Your cursing at the coffee machine could be heard on the entire floor. It was terribly cute.

~ X ~

This morning was such bullshit. First, the train line you used to commute was late to begin with, then the train you waited twenty extra minutes for broke down three stations before you would’ve jumped off and on top of that, it started to rain five minutes into your walk. Soaked, with blisters at your small toes from running in shoes you weren’t used to run in, and with a coffee spot on your jeans you hadn’t noticed when pulling this pair over your legs this morning, your day couldn’t get any worse.

You instantly revised that opinion when you entered the foyer of Konohagakure Marketing. Yes, this morning still had the potential to become even worse, just by the sight of Kakashi lingering around the front table and flirting with the secretary there. One arm casually draped over the glassy surface of the modern, cutting-edge counter, his entire body leaning against it and his bored, black eyes instantly flying over to you when you entered; a personified, wet, dripping mess. In total comparison to his outer depiction of calmness, coolness and charismatic self.

Gods, you hated this man with every fucking fiber of your frustrated, late and exhausted being.

“Oh, (Y/N).” If possible, Kakashi leaned even more onto the counter, while the blonde secretary couldn’t rip her eyes away from the view right in front of her. “What’s up?”

“Nothing which would be your business.” With a growl, you brushed past him. Though, steps in your back told you that today, Hatake only wanted to add to your terrible mood.

“You’re so mean to me,” he whined, yes, whined at you, all the while dramatically gesturing around like he acted out one of the great Shakespearean tragedies, “when I just politely inquired to know how your day has treated you so far.”

“My day,” you started, growling lowly in the back of your throat and still trying to hang onto your control to not snap at your senior like he deserved, “has been a little bit stressful. Thank you for asking.”

“Maa, no problem.” He had the audacity to shrug, hands in the pockets of his tight-fitted jeans and the edges of his black knitted cardigan revealing the soft-looking fabric of the grey t-shirt underneath. You hated this outfit. Yes, you hated how much you liked to see it on him. Kakashi looked comfy, drowning in the soft wool, ready to fall asleep or walk over the runaway of Paris. One of these things, at least. One look at the secretary, and you knew she was of the same opinion. Her eyes were still glued to Kakashi’s back, sparkles glittering in her iris and something akin to childish wonder radiating from her.

You turned around again and snorted under your breath. Yeah. Pathetic.

Hey. Only a few days ago, you would’ve made the same heart-eyes if THE Kakashi Hatake would’ve talked to you.

At the end of the room was an elevator and to the right the door leading into the staircase. Most days, you would take the stairs, as the bureau was only two levels above, but some days, you were as lazy as you could be and called the elevator. Today was definitely such a day. You deserved this elevator ride. Before you could reach out to the button to call it, Kakashi had pulled a hand from his pockets and pushed it, all the while smiling.

Suspicious. Your eyes squinted, but you let it go. “Thank you.”

The smiling wrinkles around his eyes deepened. “No problem.”

Silently, you waited for the elevator. Only a low hum of Kakashi vibrated in the air. If you weren’t mistaken, it was In the End by Linkin Park.

You hadn’t taken Hatake as someone who would listen to Linkin Park. Another suspicious glance into his direction, then you concentrated onto the closed door of the elevator once more. Just a few more seconds, then you could hopefully dry a little bit in the security of the office. Just a tiny bit further, you could already hear the whirring of the elevator coming closer, the tiniest bit of luxury on this terrible, exhausting day.

A soft ‘ding’ alerted you, and really, the doors slid open. But before you could only take a single step inside the elevator, the shuffling in your back told you something was coming and that you wouldn’t like it.

“Kakashiiiiiii, let me come with you!” Apparently, over the last few minutes, you became invisible. Otherwise, you couldn’t explain how the secretary just pushed quite rudely past you, knocking against your elbow. Your bag, already slightly askew on your wet shoulder, completely lost its footing. In slow motion, you could feel how the bag dropped to the ground, but were still unable to stop it. Only when the noise of splattered food, water and the miserable rest of your good mood of this day reached your ears, you looked down. There, your personal life spread out on the floor, while the chatty secretary just wrinkled her nose at the chaos she created, before grabbing Kakashi’s arm, who stood wide-eyed at the crime scene.

“Let’s go,” the dumb blonde whined and tugged at his sleeve, “you still have to tell me about what happened with the butter and the…” She giggled in an apparently cute way, but the only thing which happened was that you had the feeling a little tinnitus pierced through your brain.

Surprisingly, though, Kakashi didn’t immediately take off. Instead, as you crouched down to hastily collect your stuff while worrying what you would eat for lunch today, he also sank to his knees.

“Don’t bother,” you growled as his hands reached for your soaked purse, “better stay with your new friend to make sure she doesn’t get lost upstairs.”

The subtle hint wasn’t lost on Kakashi. If you weren’t mistaken, small wrinkles of amusement formed around his eyes, before he nodded and moved upwards again. “If you insist.”

“Yes, I fuck-! I insist.” You were already raking through the mess, trying to make out what was still usable and what wasn’t, but only the quick shuffle of feet and the continued whining of the dumb secretary suddenly stopping, cut off by the soft closing of the elevator doors, told you that even the little bit of luxury you hoped today for was lost.

And even though this time, he wasn’t completely at fault, you couldn’t help it. You loathed Kakashi even more for being the flirtatious, obnoxious piece of shit he was outside and inside.

~ X ~

I’m sorry you had such a shitty morning. I’m sorry, but I think nobody didn’t hear how you complained to Anko about all the misfortune happening to you. Rightfully so. Maybe tomorrow though, the world is a little bit brighter. And even though I hope my notes are a small window to some sunshine of tomorrow, I wouldn’t dare to assume that.

I just hope the coffee I made for you warms you a bit up after all you’ve been through today. No worries, it’s just like you take it. I asked around. I swear, I’m not stalking you! >-<

~ X ~

However, it didn’t stop at taking the last bits of coffee or stealing the elevator when you already started into a shit day. No, Kakashi’s pettiness knew no limits and unluckily, you hadn’t experienced the true extent of said pettiness yet.

Every day, work would start with a meeting to discuss ongoing projects, clients and other things which came along with marketing. Sometimes, there was nothing to discuss and Namikaze would use these meetings to congratulate everyone for their hard work and would send his subordinates on their merry way, with a just as merry smile on his face.

Today was not such a day.

These kinds of meetings were usually held inside one of the bigger conference rooms, where most of the marketeers, designers and whoever worked even remotely at Konoha Marketing would find a place to sit. Namikaze would usually stand, while you preferred to find a seat at the other side of the room to melt into the rows and rows of faces looking up at him. Usually, Kakashi wouldn’t even be present, and if he was present, he wouldn’t even try to hide the earbuds playing eerily loud music.

As stated, today was not a usual day. Already when you came into the room, chatting with Anko and Kurenai over your shoulders, you spotted Kakashi. The asshole was silently whispering with Namikaze, earbuds nowhere in sight and a stack of papers in front of him. Immediately, a nauseous queasiness spread through your stomach. Something wasn’t right here, and the feeling only intensified when Kakashi suddenly looked up and met your eyes. A teasing little grin tugged at the corners of his mouth, and when he nodded, merely a little lift of his chin, your heart plummeted right through the floor.

Panicked, you reached for Anko’s arm while she went ahead to grab your usual seats. “Get me out of here!”

She turned her head. “What the fuck?”

“Kakashi schemes something, I can feel it!”

“Since when are you an antenna for his brain?”

With the desperation of a dying woman, you tugged at Anko’s sleeve. “I just know,” you hissed, “I just fucking know he’s up to something, okay? Please, get me out of here before Namikaze starts the meeting, I don’t want to-!”

However, you realized it was too late when Namikaze stood up from his chair and coughed, catching easily the entire attention of the room. He just had that little special spark which was able to entice an entire room of energetic, creative adults.

Paying someone’s salary did that.

Jokes aside, Minato Namikaze was just that charismatic. He had the expertise, the skills and was still humble, despite having founded one of the leading marketing companies in the entire country. Not the fake-humble some people loved to put on to show off at charity events and publicity stunts. Namikaze still felt real. Just one of the reasons why you didn’t hesitate when you noticed there was an open position on his team.

“Attention, please.” Even his smile was like the sun itself as he looked around the room, seemingly looking at everyone around like he was their friend, and he was in the middle of hosting a potluck dinner. “Alright, we have lots of work to do in the next few months. We finally got the confirmation that Akatsuki will work with us again for their next spring campaign, there are three rebranding tasks fresh in our care and the city council also wanted to talk with us about possibly creating an internet presence worth following, but I digress. Lots of work, that’s what I’m saying here. Kakashi, Akatsuki wanted you again on board for their campaign. I expect only the very best.”

Unusually serious, the younger man nodded. “Yes. I’m on it.”

“The team around you and Akatsuki will consist of Kurenai, Asuma, Gai, Genma, Anko and (Y/N). Any questions?”

Working on the same team with Hatake. For a brief moment, you closed your eyes and tried not to cry out in sheer and utter frustration at the thought of having to work with the adult-sized toddler that supposed genius actually was. It would be hell, you were already sure. More of his constant criticism of your work, more “funny” pranks he considered nothing but a joke but would be a massive pain in the ass to deal with, not to talk about the antics he would throw while he was supposed to seriously work with you.

Then, you opened your eyes from the short reprieve and coincidentally found yourself looking at Hatake, who just happened to scoff weakly and roll his eyes. His eyes met yours and once more, his eyes rolled upwards.

Your stomach sank, and you could feel heat rising up to your face. And to top it off, you realized Minato also heard the quiet scoff and had stopped to look at Kakashi with a slightly concerned, slightly disbelieving stare.

“Care to tell us your concerns?” your boss asked.

This does not end well. I can feel it.

Kakashi leaned back into his chair, all calm confidence and superiority complex at once, arms crossed and chin raised. “Just some worries when it comes to the accuracy of the necessary information. I have to say, the reports which I’ve received lately were peppered with inaccurate details and unnecessary parts I personally don’t agree with.”

An attack directly aimed at you. If possible, you grew even redder and slouched into your chair. There was just no other way to see it; you were the latest addition to Konohagakure Marketing, the newest member, the weak link so to speak. Not to talk about that some of Kakashi’s complaints had been heard by other people already who weren’t exactly stupid and probably were figuring out in this very second who exactly Kakashi was talking about.

It wasn’t exactly hard, anyway.

Minato merely raised a single eyebrow. “Really? Personally, I think the quality of the reports have improved over the last months. Also, I think you also mentioned a few days ago how one of these “unnecessary” new parts actually helped you to add a nice little detail to an ongoing campaign the client liked and pointed out. So, I can’t quite understand your criticism now.”

You couldn’t believe your ears. Very carefully, you peaked up from your lap and looked around. More than one person looked at Kakashi and almost all of them had not-so-sneaky grins on their faces at seeing the aloof man getting smacked in the face with his own hypocrisy. Well, you didn’t expect Minato to speak up on your behalf, but now that he did, you couldn’t be more grateful. When his crystal-clear, blue eyes quickly flickered over, you nodded sharply. Minato nodded back, merely a weak twitch of his chin, before winking at you.

Yes, you weren’t above admitting that your boss was a good-looking and also happily married man. Nevertheless, that wink added a few years to your lifetime, which Hatake had stolen before with his stupid antics.

Fuck him. Fuck Hatake. He really tries to make me look stupid in front of the entire team!

Nothing came back from the lanky man, who lowered his hand not quite in shame, but to stare at his notebook with an unreadable expression you didn’t know if you should be worried about or not.

“Any more questions?” Minato looked around, his cornflower-blue eyes daring anyone to speak up. No one did. “Alright. Now, with that out of the way, I would like to turn towards the rebranding tasks-!”

You stared blindly at the top of the table, unable to see anything. Even Anko’s slight tugs on your sleeve didn’t disturb your intense concentration, nor did the glances all your colleagues gifted you from time to time, still curious about the bureau drama Kakashi started. The realization only sunk now in, what exactly he had done.

He doubted your work in front of everyone. And even when Minato defended you, even if Kakashi disproved his own doubts, the other colleagues would probably always keep his complaints in mind while working with you. A stigma you would carry with you for as long as you would work with all of these people.

Only barely, you managed to keep your tears inside. It took your sharp fingernails digging into the soft tissue of your palm, but you managed, and that was everything which counted. One thought crystallized itself clearly out of the emotional mess inside your head.

Fuck Kakashi Hatake. Fuck Kakashi Hatake. Fucking fuck Kakashi fucking shit-stained Hatake.

You had no idea if he was still hung up on your little act of defiance of not bringing him coffee when it wasn’t part of your job description. It definitely seemed like it. However, it was a matter of fact that he took it too far. He attacked you in front of the entire room of colleagues and your boss, doubted your work morale and results and thus, tried to push you off of his group which would work as a highly influential marketing campaign for Akatsuki. Experience, connections and the chance to see your ideas on the biggest billboards around the city. There wasn’t a better stepping stone for a marketeer career, and Kakashi fucking knew that. He knew, and took it upon himself to put you in a bad spot from the get go.

He had been nothing but an inconvenience up until now. Nothing but an annoying asshole, bearable despite all the tricks and traps he was planning to make your life at Konohagakure Marketing miserable. But now, he went for your job, and that was unforgivable.

Mentally, you made a note to write a statement for Namikaze, maybe even report Hatake for harassment, bullying, whatever. Just a paper trail would be good at this point, to prove you tried to use official means to fend off his stupid pranks.

Only Anko noticed your inner turmoil. Not a lot of people knew she was quick in picking up the smallest of cues, shrugged her even off as a mere brash woman who laughed too loudly and made crude jokes, but underneath all of that was a perceptive and almost annoyingly sharp, loyal friend. She noticed your sudden silence and how you withdrew from the meeting inside your own head.

A finger softly poked into your folded hands. “Hey,” her whisper was for once silent enough to only be heard by you two, “everything good?”

You nodded weakly. Of course, Anko didn’t buy that.

“You sure?”

Again, you nodded. Merely a faint lowering of your chin, but you nodded. Anko threw a last worried glance into your direction, poked your hands again with a tenderness which almost made you cry out loud, before turning back her attention to the meeting and Minato.

At this point, you were through a whirlwind of emotions and probably would’ve gone through many, many more. However, you made the mistake of looking up, right up into Kakashi’s face. His silver eyebrows were drawn together, dark eyes set on you and met yours when you glanced at him, arms crossed in front of his chest and like always effortlessly looking like he just fell out of bed, in the unbearably attractive kind of way.

When your eyes met, your dread and sorrow suddenly turned into fiery-hot rage and anger. How dare he. How dare he look all concerned and worried now, when the damage was already done. He couldn’t take his words back, nor could make the people around him forget he had spoken them. How dare he look like he regretted now what he had done.

You sent Kakashi your best “I would kill you if it was legal”-glare. Immediately, he whipped his head away, ears red and long, elegant fingers spinning an expensive looking pencil round and round.

A paper trail. Preferably yesterday. Your fingers shook ever so slightly as you wrote a short note for yourself in barely readable chicken-scratch onto the very edge of your notepad. Right after this meeting was over, you had to speak with Minato in private. You just had to. Who knew what Kakashi was also capable of when he was also willing to endanger your career over some kind of petty revenge he was hellbent on pushing to the maximum level. This was ridiculous, to be completely honest. There was no reason for him to be such a little bitch, for the lack of a better word, about something so small as disturbing him at the wrong time once and not immediately falling to his feet.

No one else had this kind of problem with him. Was it because you were new, maybe? To show you your place once and for all?

At the silly thought, you snorted to yourself. Again, Hatake’s eyes instantly flashed over, flickering up and down and getting stuck at your hand still holding your pen.

Fuck him, you thought. Ever so gently, you uncurled and curled your fingers until only your middle finger was holding the pen, the other fingers balled into a tight, white-knuckled fist. You knew he understood, just by the way the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes deepened by a margin, before Hatake turned his full attention once more to Minato.

Fucking bastard. Arrogant prick. Stupid asshole.

For the rest of the meeting, you tried to concentrate on your boss explaining and relaying more crucial information about incoming jobs, but your mind kept on drifting elsewhere. More specifically, to the confusing, infuriating, annoying man who continued to rob your last nerve.

Not like there was much to understand.

It was no coincidence you were idling a bit around after the meeting, shuffling your notebook over the table and playing with your pen to the point Anko threw worried glances at you as she stood up.

“Everything alright, girl? You’re starting to worry me there. Is it a psychotic breakdown?”

“Not yet, Anko. Not quite there yet.” Banter with your colleague came easily to you, but your eyes always followed Minato’s movements. He was still talking to the bastard, all smiles and sunshine and bright happiness. Seriously, it was almost unbearable to watch them both.

How unfair was that? Both men were ridiculously attractive. In fact, all people in this marketing firm were ridiculously attractive, even Gai a level above! In his own special way, but he also got a little fan club as much as you were aware (and Anko was part of it, you were pretty sure).

Made you wonder a bit why you were hired, as it seemed that there was a hiring requirement you didn’t fulfill.

Finally, Hatake just nodded while turning away from his boss. Strangely enough, he gave you a last lingering look before leaving the conference room as well. Time for you to attack, or more like, speak with Minato yourself. Who knew what kind of unreasonable concerns he would bring up now?

“Hey there,” your boss smiled warmly over the table while you gathered the last bits of your belongings, “Is everything alright?”

“Why shouldn’t it be?”

Minato clicked his tongue. “Ah, just a little bird told me about a certain tension in my office. And that you and my s-! Kakashi are involved.”

“You heard us.” Just a flat statement, because there couldn’t be another way. Fuck, his office was right there, right beside Hatake’s, and the “tension” between you and him were really not a secret anymore.

Never was, to be exact.

You tried to look ashamed, even when a small part of you just wanted to defend yourself. It wasn’t your fault Hatake was an asshole. It wasn’t your fault he always tried to rile you up. It wasn’t your fucking fault, Hatake thought endangering your job was funny or something.

In comparison, Minato was more open than you. Blood creeped up into his face as he smiled once more, clearly ashamed for spitting the truth just out instead of clothing the harsh words into nicer clothes. “I admit, Kakashi is sometimes… difficult. Only the gods know what goes on inside of him, and I won’t even pretend that I will ever understand some of his antics. But I also won’t tolerate him bullying new employees. That is not alright, nor would I ever accept that kind of thing in my company.”

Reassuring, kind words. Definitely what you needed from your boss, but that alone didn’t seem like it would be enough.

“Are you sure that will work on Hatake?” The question was faster out than you intended. When Minato’s piercing blue eyes met yours, you held his gaze, but quickly moved on before his gaze would burn you on the spot. “I mean, I don’t know. He seems like he won’t take any criticism seriously.”

At that, Minato’s gaze darkened. Darkened to the point, he didn’t seem like the same relaxed, happy person you knew for a few months now. Goosebumps peppered their way down your arms, and you barely kept yourself from rubbing them through the sleeves.

“Believe me, (Y/N). I will make sure he will stop his behavior from now on. Rest assured.”

You decided further discussion wasn’t worth the potential trouble. So, you merely nodded and fled the room, not sure if the talk went well or disastrously wrong.

~ X ~

You couldn’t believe it. Again, your eyes raked over the slightly disorganized rows inside the fridge. Like every morning, you had placed the Tupperware with your soup right in the top row, beside Shizune’s salad, Anko’s massive bowl of pasta and Kurenai’s elegant box with her healthy bento, lovingly prepared by Asuma (even though he always denied any involvement).

It should be there. You were absolutely sure you placed it inside the fridge, like every fucking day.

Again, you closed the fridge, only to open the door immediately after. Like your soup would magically appear out of thin air, even though you already tried that particular move two times already.

Well, three times were the charm. But yet again, you had to stare at the suspicious gap between Tupperware boxes and did not know where your soup went.

“Fuck,” you grunted under your breath as you closed the fridge for the final time. Someone just straight up took your lunch. Your labeled lunch. Just… fantastic. Very unlikely to see it again.

However, just when you went back to your desk to get your purse to go out and buy an overpriced lunch at one of the small hip cafés downstairs, you spotted something disturbing. Something which made your blood boil, to the point of stopping right in your tracks, staring wildly for a second, only to charge forward like a bull who just spotted a red flag.

“I’ve had enough! I fucking have it!”

Shaking in anger, heart pounding in your chest, you stormed over to Kakashi’s desk. This absolute fucker had his shitty headphones on, innocently staring at his asshole-PC while spooning some goddamn soup into his mouth.

Your soup. Out of your Tupperware. Which you placed in the office fridge, in your labeled area of the fridge.

Enough was enough. There was a fine line which Kakashi just crossed, which his previous offenses didn’t. The coffee, the elevator, even the fucking meeting where he had to begrudgingly accept your presence on his team by his boss’ order were still inside a very specific area you could forgive to an extent. Were you holding a grudge against him? Hell, fuck yes. Would you like to screw him over like he deserved? Of course not. You talked with Minato, he nodded and said he would speak to Hatake, but that was it. Nothing came out of it but tense, clipped conversation between you and him in every damned team meeting he held over the new Akatsuki-campaign.

But stealing your food? The one thing you brought from your own home, placed in your area in the fridge, and he had the fucking audacity to steal it with his grabby little lithe hands.

(The attractive asshole.)

Right in front of his desk, you came to a stop. He didn’t look up, even though you just knew he noticed you. Instead, he continued to intently stare at his screen, swirling his spoon through the soup you cooked and prepared and sweated over to get it just right.

You crossed your arms over your chest. No reaction, despite him sneaking a glance into your direction.

One twitch of your eyebrows upwards. “Is the soup tasty?”

That caught his attention. The asshole shrugged, while you had to keep yourself from reaching over the desk and strangle him until that stupid disinterested, bored expression was wiped from his face forever. “It’s alright. Nothing special. Too little salt.”

Too little salt!? How dare he??

Only by a margin, you managed to keep the outrageous scream of pure, unaltered rage inside your chest. Your jaw felt like snapping into two though from biting your own tongue so hard. “Yeah?” you hissed out. “Very unlucky for you. Where did you get it from?”

With the spoon, he gestured over into the direction of the office kitchen. “Just grabbed it out of the office fridge.”

“Mhmm, interesting. You know,” you leaned forward, “as huge as this coincidence might be to you, this morning, I filled a really similar looking Tupperware with a really similar soup. And – again! – coincidentally, my Tupperware went missing when I just went to check my labeled place in the fridge…”

To your eternal satisfaction, Kakashi stopped around the middle of your little speech. His eyes were stuck on the screen, staring blindly into the brightly lit monitor, the spoon with another mouthful of soup lowered itself slowly, oh so slowly back into the bowl, before his head turned just as slowly around to look at you with the biggest puppy eyes you had ever seen on any man.

Unluckily for him, he had ruined any goodwill for any kind of puppy eyes in you weeks ago.

Uncrossing your arms, you clicked your tongue. “Seriously, fuck you Hatake. Fuck you sideways. The only thing I did to you was annoy you one goddamn time, and you instantly set out to make my entire life here at work hell. This is the last straw. I’m going to Namikaze to file a complaint against you and I don’t give a flying fuck if you’re his little pet or whatever, or if I get thrown out for insulting his top marketeer. You hear me?” You couldn’t hold it in any longer. A single tear which had burned in your eye for some minutes now finally fell. Quickly, you wiped it away, before hissing again at Hatake, who stared wide-eyed and with something akin to panic on his face at you. “I will fucking take the loss if that just means I get away from you. I’ve had enough. You’re the worst person I’ve met so far and if I could rewind time and stop myself from ever going up to you, I would fucking do it, just to spare me the utter disappointment of having the displeasure of knowing how much of an asshole you are.”

The last string simply snapped for you. A last scoff at him, then you turned away, towards the office of your boss. Not even five steps later you heard the clutter of his chair being pushed away, so quickly it fell over, hurried steps running after you, only for his hand to reach for your arm.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” With a sharp hiss, you flinched away from Hatake. How dare he! How dare he even try to hold you back now, only to maybe not be scolded by Namikaze! How dare he had the guts to look at you with big, pleading eyes, how dare him for being the attractive bastard he was and for knowing exactly how attractive it was! And the audacity he had to try and use it for his advantage!

Right in front of Namikaze’s office, you stopped, Hatake right on your trail, swiveled around and hissed again into his face, the fury burning right in your throat and down into your chest. “I said,” with gusto, you jammed your index finger into his chest, and the short lightning of pain was even worth the shock flashing over his features, “I don’t care about your puppy eyes or your excellent marketing campaigns or the many people you take home. I don’t care about you, Hatake, and your pitiful attempts at stopping me!”

“Please, can you let me explain-?”

“This is far beyond explaining! I don’t owe you anything! Nothing at all! I just want to get away from you, so leave me the hell alone!”

The entire office was staring. Kind of hard not to notice the loud fight, with the room being open and all desks loosely gathered in front of Minato’s office. The poor Iruka tried so hard not to look, even though you stood merely one meter or so away from his front desk.

You couldn’t bring yourself to care. The stolen soup – your missed lunch! – was the last drop in this ever-filling bucket.

There he stood, the smug bastard of a man-child. Wearing a pair of loose, washed-out jeans with holes at the knees, a wide cardigan in the same shade as his gray hair and a dark shirt with some silly, almost destroyed print. Though, the longer you stared at him, you couldn’t help but to notice that Hatake didn’t look smug at all. No, under no circumstance you would describe the drawn-together eyebrows, the hard tug around his mouth and the nervous twitch of his hands as smug.

Feeling sorry for him wasn’t an option. Gosh, you were such a pushover, already feeling sorry for him when he was the one to make your work life miserable! No, not today! You would make Minato listen to your complaint (if he didn’t notice the ruckus right outside his office already) and this time, you would demand some action. Talking obviously did jack-shit to change Hatake’s attitude.

Though, before you could knock at Minato’s office, the door was pushed open. To your unending shame, not your boss peered outside, but his wife. Kushina was just as beautiful as a rose, with her fiery-red hair and her even features, yet her temper was quick to anger and slow to cool down. And right now, she looked at Hatake and you with the same intent as a wolf on the hunt.

At least, that was how you imagined a wolf on the hunt. Not that you ever had seen one, but you felt like a small rabbit as you shrunk under her intense glare.

“Both of you,” she jerked the door wide open, revealing nothing but an empty desk and chair inside, “get in here. Before I forget myself.”

Like scolded children, you followed her into the office. Heads lowered, steps hesitant, sneaking angry glances at each other when Kushina wasn’t looking. This was truly ridiculous! This wasn’t your fault, Hatake could just stop being such an asshole and leave you alone and foremost, not eat your food! It was unfair you were cited into the office like a child who misbehaved!

But I did misbehave. I lost my shit, screamed around, threw a tantrum.

What a shitshow. I should be ashamed of myself.

Shit. Does she want to fire me?

She does. Oh god, Kushina will fire me. She’s Minato’s right hand basically, she can just suggest she doesn’t think I will be a good fit for the company. Oh, fuck. Shit, shit, shit!

Tears burned in your eyes at the mere thought. Your heart pounded in your chest, your knees were trembling. For a moment, you thought you couldn’t take another step forward, too terrified to face your fate. But your head and body were disconnected. Your legs carried you further, right before the desk of Minato where Kushina sat down, with the same grace a true empress would use to claim her rightful throne.

You didn’t dare to look at her. You also didn’t dare to move your eyes away from the ground. Better be safe than sorry. 

“Kushina,” Hatake had the nerve to speak up, even though the silence was icy to the point of freezing, “this is ridiculous. It was a simple misunderstanding, nothing to get angry-!”

“I decide,” Kushina  snarled, her mouth curled into a growl, “what I get angry over and what not. And this shouting match you had in the open office is in my opinion definitely something to get angry over.”

“It was nothing, really!”

“Didn’t sound like nothing to me.”

“Kushina, it wasn’t-!”

“Hey, pipsqueak.” 

Pipsqueak. The insult came so unexpected, so completely out of the blue, you couldn’t help but to snort loudly into the icy silence. Quickly, you got yourself back under control, but the eyes of the other people in the room were already on you.

“Something the matter?” Kushina’s voice made the short-lived amusement die right then and there. “Your shouting made me notice your fight in the first place. You disturbed the peace in this office with the fight you both are responsible for, because you’re both adults long enough to know how to act at your workplace.”

She was right, of course. You should know how to act in a professional setting, but you forgot your manners and professionalism just for a second there. 

“I apologize,” you mumbled, “it certainly wasn’t my intention to cause a ruckus.”

“What was your intention then?”

“I was… angry. Probably to make this anger known to the person who caused it.”

“That would be the pipsqueak here.” Not a question, just a raw statement without any judgment. 

Carefully, you peaked up into Kushina’s face. Her anger had calmed down, the hard lines smoothened out again. Her hands were folded on top of the table, the epitome of calculating calmness. In her business suit, her hair tied back into a high ponytail and with her regal aura, it was hard to not say the truth, not that you ever intended to lie in the first place.

“Yes,” you answered, “it was Hatake. For a few weeks, he's been deliberately tormenting me.”

“Tormenting?” Her surprised tone showed exactly how much she didn’t expect that. Kushina glanced at Hatake, who was suddenly just as interested as you on the ground. “That is new to me.”

“I don’t know exactly what I did to deserve this treatment by him, but since a few weeks ago, he… I don’t know, he creates situations in which I pull the short straw, no matter what.”

“Explain.”

“For example, he stole the last bits of coffee out of the can and made me clean it, so I could cook the next pot. One of his groupies possibly accidentally pushed my bag out of my hands, which forced me to take the stairs over the elevator, plus collect all my stuff again. But this is insignificant,” you breathed in, the old fury still burning in your chest, “when he belittles my work in front of everyone. In one of the morning meetings, where Hatake and I got assigned to the new campaign for Akatsuki, when he questioned my abilities to deliver.”

Kushina leaned back into her chair, eyes squinted. “I remember. You came to Minato and told him the pipsqueak is bothering you. He spoke to him, but apparently it didn’t work out.” A glare was thrown at Hatake. “But why the commotion now?”

“He stole my labeled lunch out of the fridge.”

“Kakashi…” Kushina sighed. 

“I didn’t see the label, okay?” Grumpily, Hatake crossed his arms over his chest. “It wasn’t in my line of vision.”

“The label is on my tupperware. Directly on top. On the lid. You’re looking at it when you open the tupperware. It’s printed there in big bold letters.”

“The fridge was really messy!”

“The fridge is always organized, in the same way it has been organized since I started here, and I highly doubt a new organization was put in place recently.”

Hatake rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”

Oh, he lost now. His dismissive, defiant “whatever” was basically admission to his wrongdoing. Inwardly, you were already celebrating your win over the bastard with a cold beer, cake and confetti, but on the outside, you only let the barest hint of a smile shine through your neutral mask. You still could ruin everything by showing how much it pleased you that Hatake had to take a clear stance now.

Thankfully, Kushina didn’t notice your little smile. Her entire concentration was on Hatake, who continued to pout like an angry child caught with its hand in the cookie jar, arms crossed over his chest and head turned away to look at the wall. So defiant, yet it had no use.

“You’re not serious, Kakashi. You can’t be serious right now.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Minato talked to you about this…”

“Can’t remember.”

“Sunday, over dinner. You said you would keep the peace.”

“Could be.”

“You said you would.” Kushina clicked her tongue. “Don’t tell me you drowned him again out and just nodded along.”

At that, Hatake merely shrugged. No further answer, no explanation, only more questions. Questions about their relationship. They met last Sunday for dinner? They were indeed that close? It sounded also a bit like it was a regular thing, measured at the casual mentioning of the Sunday-dinner. Also, the tone Kushina used.

Not the tone of a disappointed boss. Not the tone of an angry chef. More the tone of an exasperated older sibling or even more like…

A disappointed parent. 

Were they related, though? Nobody ever mentioned anything in that direction, that the Namikaze’s were somehow related to Hatake. Adoption, maybe? It was just incredibly bewildering to suddenly think that Minato and Kushina were trying to reign in when it came to his behavior. Really, really strange.

With hawk eyes, you continued to follow their conversation as they apparently completely forgot about your existence. Kushina was railing into the still defiant Hatake, who continued to stare at the wall and pretend he wasn’t even present.

“We also talked about this before! When you bullied Obito in School so hard, you made him cry. And now you’re what?”

“... kind of friends.”

“You invited him for our dinner a week after that talk! You were the Best Man at his wedding! I thought we were over this childish phase of yours, Kakashi.”

“I am.”

“It doesn’t look like it. Goddammit, we need to have another intervention with you, don’t we?”

At that, Hatake shrugged. “Do what you have to do.”

“And I plan to do exactly that,” Kushina grumbled, before her dark eyes set their sight again on you. “And you… No more screaming, please. I understand a lot has piled up there, but try to stay calm next time. Coming to Minato was good, even though it didn’t work out like you and we intended. My husband and I will have another, more intense, ” at that, she threw a glare at Hatake which made even him twitch ever so slightly, “talk than before. Apologize, Kakashi.”

“Hn.”

“ Now.”

Hatake sighed yet again. A deep, exasperated sigh like he didn’t get why he had to apologize. “Fine. I’m sorry, (Y/N). I’m sorry that it got this far. My childish behavior certainly was a bother to deal with, and I apologize for the troubles I caused you.”

It definitely sounded like he had to learn and repeat this little text at some point in his life, and now went back to this little security to get through the humiliation of apologizing to you. Still an asshole, even in defeat. Gods, what a dick. 

“Thank you,” a forced smile made its way onto your face, “I appreciate that.”

“Fine.”

“Good.”

“And additionally,” Kushina jerked her hand in a harsh motion from him to you, “you will buy her lunch as you ate hers. Only fair, right?”

“... Right.”

“And she will come next Sunday to our dinner.”

What? That was… 

“This is too much,” you interjected, “I can’t possibly accept that.”

“Oh, you will.” Kushina wouldn’t take a no on this one, you could already feel that. She was dead-set on getting her will, and she would get it. You already felt yourself giving in to the sheer pressure of your boss’ wife inviting you for dinner. How could you possibly say no? 

How bad could it be? One evening with Minato, Kushina and apparently also Kakashi. Just one evening. One damned evening. With your boss, his wife and your personal work-nemesis. No problem. Absolutely no fucking problem. 

You were so fucked.

“Sure.” Slowly, you nodded. “That will be… nice. It will be nice.”

It wouldn’t. It absolutely wouldn’t. Oh god, this would be a trainwreck. 

But if you thought that you would be the least excited person in the room about this prospect, then you were wrong. When you sneaked a glance at Hatake, he was actually scowling, downright scowling, before he noticed your eyes on him. Quickly, the scowl changed into a neutral mask of indifference. 

Oh, yes. This would be a disaster. 

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[sparkleswritings]

Hello! Can you please write about Kakashi and S/O, where the S/O is a total geek/dork/fangirl and Kakashi reacting to it because, ya know, he's a total dork on the inside, too. S/O can be a fan girl of any stuff except Icha-Icha books. Kakashi x reader, please. Up to you if you want to do a headcanon or one-shot! Thank you so much! I enjoyed reading your other Kakashi ficlets/scenarios so much. :D

Aw this was such a cute idea, thank you for requesting! I personally like the idea of him with a dorky s/o that understands his hobbies. I'm so glad you enjoyed my work, I hope you will enjoy this one as well~

And also! I will absolutely answer your second request too, anyone can send as many requests as they want ♡

We all know by now that silver boi here is totally invested in his book series, and some might not exactly understand it, maybe even find it a little strange.

So when he took an interest in you, he was a little worried that you'd find his obsession strange too.

It sure was a pleasant surprise when he found out that you were just as much of a dork as he was! Whether be it comic books, movies, tv shows or maybe you fangirled over certain famous people.

Kakashi would never think of you as weird for having these interests, rather he found it quite endearing. He would gladly listen to you geeking out about these things (he finds it cute how your face lights up when you talk about the things you liked).

"And then-! Kakashi? Why are you looking at me like that?" you stopped halfway, gushing about [your interest] as usual when you realised he was looking at you with a rather odd expression. Was he zoning out?

"Hm? Oh, I was just thinking about how cute you look when you talk like that," the copy nin said, giving you a close eyed smile. How can he be so blunt about these things??

"Y/N, why did you stop?"

"..."

Y/N.exe has stopped working.

Cue the blushing!

Seriously though, sometimes one word from him is enough to turn you into a fish out of water.

Okay I'm straying from the topic- anyways

I can definitely see him getting interested in whatever you were into, for example; he might start reading the comic series you were a big fan of, or watch the show that you kept raving to him about.

If you were comfortable with it, he'd gladly introduce you to the Icha Icha series this man loves so much. Extra brownie points if you end up liking it as much as he does, if he thought he had fallen for you before he was sure in too deep now ^^

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[annuities]

Darker Than Black ;  six

hey guys, i’m super sorry for not updating in so long! my reason for this is pure laziness, and that tumblr’s system is hard to use, and that it’s hard to link posts as well as edit masterlists. 

i will try to continue posting here, however the pace will probably be terrible, and i forgot to mention this before: but there are far more chapters available on my ao3 account which is linked in my bio :)

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The breath escapes from your lungs. Of all the people...

Heart pounding in your chest, you smile. "Kids, say hello to Hatake-san."

"Don't be a stranger, Lynx. Kids, just call me Kakashi-sensei," the voice that once murmured your name in dark nights says. You don't know what to say.

Your genins react differently. Sakura, ever the diligent, respectful student bows. "Nice to meet you, Kakashi-sensei, my name is Sakura Haruno."

Sasuke graces him with a huff and an eye roll. You suppose that it was a miracle to get even that out of him. It helped that Kakashi was the legendary Copy-nin they learned about in the aca—

Ah, that was right. The Copy-nin. The only non-Uchiha with a Sharingan. The only other person with a Sharingan who could teach Sasuke. That was why he was with her. Sasuke was the only Sharingan left and Kakashi was the only one who could teach him.

"No way, old man!" Naruto yells, making the three of you sweatdrop. "Only sensei gets to be called sensei. I don't care if you're the Copy-nin, but there's no way you'd be awesome as sensei!"

"Naruto," you say, reprimanding and fond. "Don't—"

"No, no," amends an amused Kakashi, "it's fine. Just call me Kakashi."

"You want them to go through the bell test?" you demand shrilly.

"What?" Kakashi shrugs languidly on the rock beside you. "Won't make any difference since they're already genin." He sees the look on yourself and chuckles before rising. "Don't worry, [Name]."

He shuffles toward the kids as they shriek, jumping on him, making him laugh.

You think of the man he was before- his smiles rare and his laughter even more scarce. Respected and distant and worshipped, but yours — and yours alone. The man who stands before you now, bright and shining, charismatic and happy. But yours no longer.

But you look at him, and you think that he's better like this. He's happy-- and that's what matters.

( That's what matters, you think, even as you close your eyes and remember the whispers against shoulder blades and the moan of your name, the taste of him, the mornings and the presence of him surrounding you. )

"Sandaime, will there really be a fourth war?" These questions should be beyond you. You stopped aking when you entered ANBU, and after your leg, after those pills— You began answering them on your own.

You are ANBU, you are shinobi, you a killer, a soldier and a protector, and you shouldn't need the assurance.

The Sandaime sits down in front of you, steps light and face still etched in happiness— but the wrinkles don't fade. And you'll never forget the grief, the pain and the sadness the night Minato died. The night he died and left behind a broken village, a broken boy and a baby who's about to be broken by those he died to save.

"Kakashi, if you're going to freeload like the kids, you should at least take a page out their bags and help me with the groceries!"

To be honest, Naruto isn't sure what he feels about his life anymore. All his life, he's been alone. Worse than other orphans-- Ostracized because of a reason he didn't know and haunted by a beast he's never seen. Everything was grey and white but never black, yet always teetering dangerously close to the edge— Until it does, or did, until sensei came.

After sensei, everything seemed to get better.

Only yesterday, a shinobi had walked up to him and asked if he was Kushina's son. And he remembers, Kushina, sensei had said, something sad in her expression. The kind of sad when you're a little bit happy because the memory you're remembering is happy — and will always be happy, even when the people and the places in that memory no longer is.

The shinobi— Genma-nii-chan, he remembers the way he had tested out the name and the way the man broke into a big smile when he said it.

"You're a very capable little man, aren't you?" Those words had made him happy and then the man took a picture out of his vest: a blond man and a red-haired woman (Kushina). "I used to be on a squad with your dad. I didn't do very well in the end—" That same sadness. "But if you need help, or if you wanna hear a story, just ask Kakashi or your sensei to tell me and I'll be there before your know it, alright."

Naruto had clutched that picture like a lifeline, lips already quivering and ask then and there for Genma to tell him a story. And he learned about the brave princess from the sea and the Yellow Flash of Konoha, and how utterly awesome his parents were.

"They'll be proud of you," Genma had said before he left. And suddenly, there's a sudden pressure in his eyes and Naruto knows it isn't cool to cry, but he's never had someone to look up to, never had someone to tell him stories, never even had parents to live up to, parents to make proud or even a home—

"Naruto-kun," there's a speck of pink and black beside sensei as she waved, lips curved and waiting patiently for him to catch up. Behind her, Kakashi stands with his hands in his pockets and chuckling softly.

But now he does.

Sakura doesn't know what she expected when she joined the team.

Yes, Sasuke is hot; she's happy that Ino isn't on a team with them, and having sensei as well, sensei makes everything better—

Because sensei is everything Sakura wants to be. Strong, beautiful and intelligent. And she is safe. She is strong and calm and so, very, very kind that Sakura knows she's safe when she's with sensei. But sensei also symbolizes a part of the shinobi life that Sakura hadn't been willing to acknowledge.

Sensei, for all her bright-eyed smiles, cheerful laughs and useful tips has times where her gaze becomes distant and her lips tug downward. Sometimes, sensei is so very sad that it hurts Sakura to look at her. There are times where she has to slow down because of the sudden pain in her leg: knotted and twisted and beyond any hope of recovering. It's inflicted by an enemy, it's been cut with a knife and there are still brutal scars that sensei takes painstaking care to hide from them.  

There's a tradition amongst sensei's students in the village to check on her leg every few months to make sure it isn't causing her trouble. And there are quite a few that are actively working in fields trying to fix it, corresponding with even Tsunade-sama, hoping to find a cure.

Which is why Kakashi Hatake shouldn't ask sensei to tag along in a trip that takes them across jagged cliffs and steep mountains.

Of course, anger is definitely a driving force when she's trying to scale a steep hill. But the thing is, the hill is ridiculous. It's literally a straight drop, and the catch is that she has to be tied with Naruto and Sasuke with a rope. The thing is, every time one of them trips and goes down several hundred yards, the rest of them falls too.

Also, Sakura is convinced that the legendary Copy-nin is crazy.

Screw the prestige and the fame. All she sees is a sadist.

Even sensei isn't this cruel.

Of course, Sakura might be biased because she and the rest of the girls think that sensei is the best thing since... Sasuke, but at this point, she considers just about everything better than Kakashi-sensei.

Does the S in both words have any relationship? She wonders briefly when Naruto almost crashes headfirst into a bush.

Again.

"We should take a break." Yes, sensei is a saint.

"A break so soon?" Kakashi says, amused as he continues bounding up the hill. "I don't think they're too tired."

You sigh, and he can pick out the resignation in your voice. "Don't assume everything, Kakashi. The chakra point on my leg is damaged, which means I have to use chakra sparingly. Besides, day's breaking, it'll be night soon."

Kakashi's eyes widen. Oh. He blinks briefly, remembering blood and tears and screams. He steels himself, the storm brewing in his chest.

You kneel for a second on the dirty ground, the mud staining an earthy red on your haori. Slender fingers trace from exposed ankles to quivering shins and to the crooked curve of your knees, the wrongness of the angles. Kakashi's eye traces your hands as they attempt to stop your pain.

They take in your face, the hidden pain and the tightness around your eyes. And he thinks of a time where your fingers were in his own, where your legs tangled with his, where he ran the palm up the smoothness of your skin, once upon a time, and compared it to that of a river and listened to the trill of your laughter in his ear.

"My bad, [Name]," he says, trying not to look at you, trying not to remember. "My bad."

Yes. His bad.

( Salt kisses , whispered words, his bad. )

Kakashi hasn't been talking to you for the last hour or so. The kids have noticed.

This is the thing about kids. They try to make things better— There are shadows that snoop around your windows in the morning and random thumps on your roof and the ledge of your window. They're relentless and they see situations in different lights.

Naruto and Sasuke think he's pissed you off and are trying to get back at him— Naruto's been trying the same trick, for the same hour or so. Once, twice— seven times. Kakashi's dodged all seven times. Sakura's trying to get her own revenge, except she's too busy raging about her hair to care. You expect that she'll be asking your or her parents to cut her hair within the next week.

And your chest is filled with warmth at the sight of them. Sakura is maturing, Sasuke is... Getting less edgy, and Naruto is smiling. And you're proud, so very proud that three kids; the fangirl, the avenger and the dead-last were able to not only become a team but also become friends and become happy.

Because while Konoha might be thought of as soft or less shinobi-like than other hidden villages, they are the only shinobi force who are able to smile when they truly mean it.

And in this world, there are fewer and fewer opportunities to find joy. Even less who can smile at that joy without destroying it.

Sometimes, happiness is a cruel, terrible thing. It makes people content and relaxed, it makes people wage wars and it makes people kill. But sometimes, it is a balm to a broken heart and a promise of peace and love and kindness.

( But there are also times,

where love is not enough. )

"Sakura!" you call, grinning as she tugs again at her hair. "Do you want to try water walking?"

"Oh!" Naruto hops up and down when he sprints towards you. "I do, I do!"

Sasuke grunts.

"Sounds fun," Kakashi laughs. Low and timbre and pleasing.

"Try not to drown anyone," you say amusedly.

It's a bit later that it occurs you that maybe the kids might start pranking you as well. Because if you ever learned anything, a bit of water (especially to the head) is especially fatal to hyperactive kids. The intent might not be fatal, but you avoid things that take advantage of your one leg less disadvantage to kill you. Like water.

It's all very unfortunate the kids don't know that.

The terror is breathless and heart-wrenching when you slip. The water hits you with full impact, sending volts of pain down your spine and your leg—

Pure, utter pain. Jarring and brutal, as if that nine-inch long shrapnel had worn its way into her leg again, twisting and tearing the muscles as the fire in her lungs raged on—

Strong arms grab you before you back hits a solid chest. You break the surface with a cough, the wetness still sliding down you face like tears. You must've cried out, because you're hacking out water as your lungs cry out with pain.

Kakashi folds you into his arms, warming you with his body, heat flickering across your skin as he tucks your face into his neck, murmuring soft assurances. As the tears seep through your lashes. You pull back, sitting down, running your finger through the now-wet grass and digging your fingers into the soft pebbles of dirt.

"Thanks," you say, mustering a smile out for him.

He looks at you for a moment, an unreadable look in his eyes. Before he sighs, eye fluttering close before he opens them again. "Anytime."

Anytime.

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[empressofthesunwriter]

Nothing is True

… Everything is permitted.

What is real?

What is not?

Is she just turning crazy or are other powers at work?

One thing is clear Kohana will get to the bottom of this and maybe change the whole Ninja-World at the same time.

S.I. Third Shinobi World War 

!!!!PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!!

Since Obito’s Grandma doesn’t have an official name I gave her own. ^^

I hope you like it. :D

Chapter 8: New Discoveries

The next day, before it was time to meet with her team, Kohana walked into the Uchiha District.

Where else could she find information about Uchiha Madara and hopefully his lover, her ancestor, Haruno Sakuya?

Soon she reached Obito's house and knocked on the door.

Her teammate opened it after a few seconds.

“Yes, hello?”, he yawned cutely, still sleepy and in his sleepwear.

Konoha wished to have a camera to immortalize this moment.

Obito was adorable!

But she was here on business.

“Morning Obito-Kun, shouldn’t you get ready to meet up with our team?”, she couldn’t help but tease.

It was like lighting struck him, waking the Uchiha full up.

“Huah! Konoha-Chan?! Aww, don’t tell me you really will pick me up till I get my tardiness under control.”, he whined.

Gosh, he was so cute.

The urge to kiss his cheeks was strong in Konoha.

Why was her crush such a cutie?

So unfair!

“I’m also here for that.”, she told him and hid a giggle as he groaned. “But I need your help with something.”

“Huh? What is it, Konoha-Chan.”

She took a deep breath.

What she was going to ask could get Obito in trouble and that’s the last that she wanted.

Needless she said: “Uchiha Madara. I learned recently that my ancestor Haruno Sakuya was his lover did you know this?”

Obito's eyes widened at the mention of Uchiha Madara and Haruno Sakuya.

So he knows something!

That was surprising.

He quickly composed himself and replied, "Yes, I've heard about it. But it's not something we talk about openly in the district. It’s all hush-hush...Uchiha’s don’t normally date or marry outside the clan. But..."

The boy waved her over. Konoha stepped closer so that he could whisper in her ear.

She ignored the warm shower over her body as his hot breath stroked her skin.

“But...My Grandma told me that Sakuya was a special case. She was a welcomed guest in our clan since she was a Miko devoted to Amaterasu, our patron goddess. So as she and Uchiha Madara courted, the clan was okay with it. Even the Elders and they were always a pain in the ass.”

Huh, that was interesting.

“Sorry, but wasn’t Madara the Clan Head? Couldn’t he marry whoever he wanted?”, wondered Konoha.

The Uchiha shook his head.

“If you want to bring an outsider into the clan you need the permission of the Elders. Whatever just a normal shinobi or the clanhead.”

Double huh.

“Konoha-Chan do you wanna come in? Grandma knows more about this stuff than I do. She met Sakuya when she was a little girl.”

Well, if Obito's grandma personally knew her ancestor, who was she to say no?

Konoha thanked Obito for inviting her in and followed him into the kitchen.

His grandma, Uchiha Keika, was sitting on the kitchen table drinking a cup of tea.

“Obito-Chan who was it on the door?”, asked the elderly lady.

“Gran you remember my friend Konoha?”, said Obito putting a hand on Konoha’s shoulder. “She wants to ask you something.”

The Haruno bowed down.

“I hope I don’t disturb.”

That’s when Keika looked at her and blinked owlish.

“Incredible...you look exactly like her! Aren’t you a Haruno, child?”

“Yes I’m Uchiha-San.”

“Aww, any friend of my Obito can call me grandma, sweetheart.”

Now Konoha awed in her head.

Obito's grandma was as sweet as she remembers

“Alright, grandma, I look like who?”

“I met her when I was a child and she a grown woman, but you have the same face, eyes and hair colour as Sakuya-Sama.”

Konoha couldn't believe it.

She looked like her ancestor, Haruno Sakuya.

That was unbelievable!

And also strange.

Not only was she reliving the life of her ancestor, but she looked also like her.

Something was definitely not normal about that.

"Grandma, I'm so grateful for your time. I've been trying to learn more about my ancestor and her connection to Uchiha Madara for months," Konoha said eagerly.

"Of course, dear. It's always nice to see young people taking an interest in their family history.", Keika smiled kindly to her and then turned to Obito. “Take an example from your friend Obito-Chan.”

“Gran!”, whined the boy.

“Obito-Chan go make some tea for Konoha-Chan, while we talk. Sit down, dear.”

Both kids did as Keika asked them.

So while Obito heated up the tea again, Konoha sat in front of the older Uchiha.

"Can you tell me more about Sakuya's relationship with Uchiha Madara? How did they meet?" Konoha asked, leaning forward.

The old woman took a sip of her tea before answering. "Sakuya-Sama was a Miko devoted to Amaterasu, which is our patron goddess. She often visited our clan to perform purification rituals and offer blessings. That's how she first met Madara."

The old woman giggled.

“Sakuya-Sama was a real beauty. A lot of men and women in our clan crushed on her. When I saw her the first time, I thought she was some nature deity herself. I bet you will grow up to be just as beautiful.”

This made Konoha bashful, looking into the tea cup Obito placed in from of her as the boy joined them on the kitchen table.

“Really Gran?”, wondered Obito. “Some of our clansmen were crushing on Sakuya?”

Keika nodded. "Yes, but ironically it wasn’t Madara who first caught her eye. It was Izuna, Madara younger brother. They were inseparable from the moment they met. They became quite good friends, their relationship resembled the one siblings had. Madara was quite jealous that a woman spending so much time with his beloved brother and also he felt like Izuna was favouring a stranger over him. Actually Sakuya and Madara butted heads on more than one occasion, they were like cat and dog."

Keika took another sip of her tea before continuing. "But eventually Madara saw the error in his ways, after a lot of shouting matches between him and Sakuya and between Izuna and himself. It’s said that Izuna told his brother he would always be his most precious person, but he was allowed to have others too. Madara accepted their friendship, but then Izuna died at the hands of Senju Tobirama. You both truly know the story."

Both kids nodded.

“I know that Sakuya was also friends with Senju Hashirama and Senju Tobirama, I can’t image how it felt to hear your friend killed your other friend.”, mumbled Konoha.

"It was a devastating time for her and Madara. But this was the Warring States Era for you. Friends could become foes in one second, foes could become your friends.”, shared Keika with them. “In their grief for Izuna, they became friends and eventually in time Madara and Sakuya fell in love with each other.”

"Their love was a forbidden one, as Uchihas were not allowed to marry outside the clan. But Madara was the Clan Head and had some leverage, so he went against the Elders' wishes and married Sakuya in secret. They kept their marriage hidden from everyone, even their closest friends and family members."

Konoha's eyes widened in surprise. "They got married? I had no idea."

"Yes, my dear," Keika said with a smile. "Their love was strong enough to overcome any obstacle. But unfortunately, it was short-lived. Madara became consumed by hate and his desire for power. He never could forgive Senju Tobirama for killing his brother, even if it was war back then and it was killed or to be killed, then he didn’t become Hokage and our clan was tired of the fighting. Sakuya had found in her heart the power to forgive Senju Tobirama and worked with Senju Hashirama, Tobirama and Uzumaki Mito to create a peaceful village and better life for all of us. Sakuya couldn't bear to see Madara become someone she didn't recognize anymore. She tried to save him from himself, but you know it was fruitless.”

Keika sighed sadly, "It was a tragic end to their love story. Madara and Sakuya parted ways, with Madara going down a dark path that ultimately led to his downfall. Sakuya continued to work towards peace and prosperity for the village until her death. She married a civilian man, and had a son and a daughter with him. Her son, Haruno Oga is your great-grandfather, right?"

Konoha simply nodded.

Keika took a deep breath and continued, "But you know, Konoha, I always felt that Madara regretted his actions towards the end. He realized too late what he had lost in Sakuya and how much she meant to him. It's a tragedy that their love couldn't survive the turmoil of those times."

The Haruno listened intently to Keika's words, feeling a sense of sadness wash over her. She couldn't help but wonder what it would have been like if Madara had chosen differently.

Would her ancestor still be alive today?

Would their love have survived?

Obito cleared his throat, breaking the sombre mood in the room. "So, Konoha-chan, did you find out everything you wanted to know?"

Konoha nodded slowly, still lost in thought. "Yes, thank you both for sharing your knowledge with me. It means a lot."

"Anytime dear, it was lovely having you over. And Obito-chan," she turned to her grandson with a stern expression, "make sure you're not late for your team meeting again."

Obito groaned playfully as Konoha stood up from the table.

"I'll wait for you outside then, Obito," she said with a small smile.

Quickly Obito finished his tea, got dressed and joined Konoha outside.

As they walked towards their meeting spot, Konoha couldn't help but think about the tragic love story of her ancestor.

It was both beautiful and heartbreaking at the same time.

She wondered if such a forbidden love could exist in today's world, where people were more accepting of different cultures and backgrounds.

It made her think about her own feelings for Obito.

She had always found him cute and charming, but now she realized that there was something deeper there.

Maybe it was the way he talked about his grandmother and his clan with such passion, or the way he had helped her uncover the secrets of her family history.

Whatever it was, Konoha knew that she wanted to explore these feelings further.

However, at the same time, she couldn't shake off the feeling that their love would also be forbidden.

After all, they were from different clans and had different backgrounds.

Would their relationship be accepted by their families and friends?

Would they be able to overcome any obstacles that came their way?

When they approached their team, Obito turned to her with a serious expression. "Konoha-chan, I hope you won't tell anyone about what my grandma told us. It's a sensitive topic in our clan."

Konoha nodded understandingly. "Of course, Obito-kun. Your secret is safe with me."

Then Konoha was reminded again why thinking about being with Obito was useless since not even a second his eyes landed on Rin, he left her side to talk to his crush.

Something like a dying whale sound left her lips.

“I don’t get what you see in this idiot.”

Shocked Konoha turned to a deadpanning Kakashi beside her. She didn’t even hear how he had approached her.

“I-I don’t know what you mean...”

The Hatake just deadpanned harder.

“Of course.”

Konoha felt her cheeks heat up as she tried to compose herself.

She couldn't believe she had just made such a sound in front of Kakashi. But the truth was, she couldn't help it.

Watching Obito fawn over Rin was like a punch to the gut every time.

She sighed and looked away, trying to hide her embarrassment from Kakashi. However, he seemed unfazed by her outburst, almost amused even.

"You know," he said after a moment of silence, "sometimes what we see in others is not always rational or logical."

The Haruno looked back at him, confused. "What do you mean?"

Kakashi shrugged nonchalantly. "Maybe Obito sees something in Rin that we don't. And maybe you see something in Obito that he doesn't see in himself."

She felt her heart skip a beat at his words.

Was Kakashi suggesting...no, it couldn't be possible. She shook her head and tried to push the thought out of her mind.

Yet as they continued to watch Obito and Rin together, Konoha couldn't help but wonder if there was more to their relationship than meets the eye. And maybe, just maybe, there was still hope for her own feelings towards Obito after all.

“Good morning, kids.”, called them Minato-Sensei.

Surprised Konoha blinked at the beautiful red-haired woman on his side.

She seemed familiar...

Suddenly she got one of her visions!

Minato-Sensei and the woman, Kushina were her name, throwing themselves at the claws of the Kyuubi to protect a little blond baby on an altar. In their last moments, Kushina talks to the baby, Naruto, their son, giving him advice to become a good man...

With a little hiss, Konoha messaged her hurting temple.

God this was a heartbreaking vision!

What would happen if she didn’t manage to change the future?

In no way in hell would she let Minato-Sensei and Kushina get killed, leaving little precious Naruto alone in the world?

As the team gathered curious around Minato-Sensei and his guest, Konoha tried to keep her composure and focus at hand.

Sadly her mind kept drifting back to the vision she had just experienced. She couldn't let it become a reality!

“Kids, I want you to meet someone, this is Uzumaki Kushina.”, presented Minato-Sensei the grinning red-haired woman. “She is one of Konoha's best Fuin Jutsu and Kenjutsu Masters, also she is my girlfriend.”

“Nice meeting Minato-Kun cute little Genin.”, cooed Kushina at them. “He told me a lot about you, let’s see..”

The red-haired started to point at them.

“Cute brunette with lilac stripes and already a prodigy in medical Jutsu you must be Rin.”

This made Rin giggle cutely.

“Charming black-haired boy with goggles who is really good with his fire jutsu, you are Obito from the Uchiha Clan.”

The boy rubbed his nose shyly.

“Adorable green-haired girl with cool glasses, a prodigy in assassination techniques and has this cool weapon named Hidden Blade, you must be Konoha.”

Konoha couldn’t help but blush at the praise.

“And the last of you....”, dramatically Kushina stopped before she grinned even brighter. “Kashi-Kun we already know each other.”

Kakashi ignored that Obito seemed to die of laughter, hearing Kushina's nickname for him and just deadpanned at her.

“Hello Kushina-San.”

Minato-Sensei had also an amused smile on his face. “Kushina here wanted to see for herself how good you guys already are. So today you will spar against her.”

Why did Konoha have a bad feeling about this? Kushina smiled at them promising a world of hurt and pain.

“So we four against Kushina-San?”, asked Rin to clarify.

“That’s right, Rin-Chan.”

Kushina got her Katana out, heaving now an evil look on her face.

“You four need to work to together to get me, Dattebane!”

Then she started her attack!

The four Genin were no match for Kushina's skills.

She moved with such speed and grace that they could barely keep up. Also, she threw at them Fuin Jutsu traps like no tomorrow!

Kakashi tried his best to coordinate their attacks since he had already fought Kushina in several meetings, sadly it seemed like they were just getting in each other's way.

Kushina was enjoying herself immensely, laughing as she dodged their attacks effortlessly.

It was clear that she wasn't taking the fight seriously at all.

This was so frustrating.

Suddenly, Konoha had an idea. She signalled to the others to back off and let her take the lead.

They looked at her sceptically, yet she gave them a determined nod.

The Haruno actives her Eagle Vision.

The world turned into the familiar black space, highlighting the persons in a blue Aura.

Since Kushina was their opponent she was tinted in red.

And in gold were the weak points of the Fuin Jutsus Traps!

Perfect.

A little smirk formed on Konoha's face.

She totally ignored Kushina's sword slash and concreted to hit with her Hidden Blade the weak points.

The Fuin Jutsu Trap destroyed themselves with satisfied pops.

“What, Dattebane?!”, shouted Kushina shocked.

Not only she was shocked.

Anyone was.

How did Konoha do this?!

Grappling the change that Kushina was distracted, Konoha made fast handsings.

She thanked her brother Kizashi mentally that he had shown her this Jutsu.

“Earth Style! Headhunter Jutsu!”

Thanks to the Jutsu Kushina was buried to the head into the ground.

The other Genin rushed forward to help Konoha finish the job, however, Kushina just laughed and broke free from the trap with ease.

"Not bad," she said approvingly. "You kids have some potential."

Minato-Sensei clapped his hands together in admiration. "Well done! I'm impressed by your teamwork."

The four Genin beamed at them.

“I’m impressed by you Konoha-Chan. How do you find the weak spots of the Fuin Jutsu Trap and disable them like that...Are you interested in Fuin Jutsu?”, wonder Kushina.

Before Konoha could say something Obito shouted: “What the heck?! Konoha since when do you have golden eyes?!”

Oh shit, she had forgotten to deactivate Eagle Vision.

Now all looked at her interested.

“Konoha.”, said Minato-Sensei calmy. “Do you need to tell me something important...like how a new Kekkai Genkai, especially a Dojutsu, awakened in you?”

Oh shit, what should she do now?!

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Kakashi x Reader - Firelight

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Sweet

Rating: T

Fandom: Naruto 

Summary: You get hurt on a mission with Kakashi

Notes: Written for Day 1 of the @konoblog-simps one year anniversary!

The forest was still and quiet compared to the clashing of metal that had encompassed Kakashi’s team only a mere hour ago. Night had fallen and only the crackling of flames could be heard among the small group, casting an orange glow against the shadows of the forest. The shock and adrenaline from the surprise attack still wearing off. Genma and Aoba stood just outside the perimeter of the camp in a tree on high alert for any remaining enemies.

Kakashi sat near the fire, his arms resting over his knees. His lone charcoal eye watched you from a distance, where you stood several feet away in the shadow of a tree. Your back facing him and the fire. You had removed your jacket and shirt, leaving only your chest bindings in place. Slowly you worked at removing the bandages wrapped around your stomach. The white ribbons stained red as they lazily floated to the ground. The fire was warm, but Kakashi’s blood was still running cold from the sound of your scream.

He would never be able to remove the image of the dual wielding swordsmen attacking you. He had seen you cornered by the double katana user and had rushed in to help, but not before the enemy had been able to swipe at you with both blades across your stomach. You had jumped back just in time to avoid the worst of it, but your scream from the slice had still pierced his ears. Kakashi had seen red, in more ways than one and the next second a Chidori could be seen protruding from the mans stomach.  

“Genma….Aoba” Kakashi said softly. Instantly both shinobi disappeared from the camp further into the woods.

You were struggling to replace your bandages around the wound on your stomach, it wasn’t that bad anymore. You had stopped the bleeding with what little medical ninjutsu you could do, leaving only two tender red slashes. Sakura or Tsunade would be able to heal it up completely once you got back, preventing any scars from forming. You hissed at the pain as the last bandage pulled at the tender wound. You heard someone approaching from behind and turned to see your captain and boyfriend approaching you.

“Let me help you with that” Kakashi said, picking up the new bandages from their place on the ground.  

“Thank you” you said turning to face him. Placing your hands on his shoulders he began wrapping the bandages around your stomach. You inhaled quickly at the feeling of his fingers gently brushing your sides, being careful to avoid the sensitive wound.

“Sorry, does it hurt?” he asked. Looking up to your eyes for reassurance.

“No, not really” you said, trying to cover the way his hands on your body made you feel. You didn’t think he knew just how much of an effect his hands had on you. Despite having been in close proximity many times before, there was something intimate about him helping to bandage your wound. A small blush tinged your cheeks and you looked to the side as he finished wrapping the bandages around your stomach, letting his hands rest on your hips.

“Thanks babe,” you said moving to put your shirt and jacket back on and work on pushing down the blush. Kakashi’s hands on your hips tightened as you went to move keeping you in place. “Kakashi?” you asked, turning back towards him in his hold, your eyes holding a concerned look. Kakashi lowered his head to your shoulder, staying silent for a moment. You placed a hand in his hair and the other around his back, recognizing his vulnerability. 

“I’ve been scared to take our relationship to the next level, for the exact reason that happened today,” he fell silent again and you let him take his time. “I’m sorry I couldn’t get there faster.”

“Kakashi, it’s okay, I’m fine. I don’t expect you to protect me.” you said tracing circles at the base of his neck and through his grey hair, trying to communicate that everything was okay. Although he hadn’t spoken directly to you about his past, you knew from the stories others had told you that his past was riddled with pain and loss.

Kakashi pulled back to cup your face in his palm, his lone eye looking deeply into yours as he tilted your head up to look him in the eyes. “y/n.…I didn’t think I would ever love like this again…..but I can’t live without you, and I’m terrified of losing you.” His lone eye conveying all his love and worry in one glance.

Your eyes pricked with tears at his confession. “Kakashi, you won’t lose me.” You said sternly, gripping the wrist that cupped your face, hoping you were as convincing as you felt. You would stay by his side as long as you could, and as long as he allowed you too. “I love you.” You said softly, never letting your eyes leave his. Kakashi dipped his head to yours, leaning into the kiss, you let your lips ghost gently across each other before pressing into it. Kakashi angled your face, allowing his lips to slant across yours, applying more pressure. Releasing the kiss, he pulled you close around your waist, nuzzling into your shoulder.

“I love you too.”  

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~Lost~ Chapter 3: Meeting the Hokage

Pairing: Kakashi x Reader x Iruka

Rating: sfw (for now)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

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A little while later, you arrived at the temporary village. The sun had almost set, but everybody was still working hard. As you walked past the first row of tents, you could overhear a few words here and there. There was a tired looking man wearing a green vest and a metal shield framing his face discussing with a man who was wearing a similar vest and a bandana.

"Yes Genma, my wood style jutsu also has limits. I can only create so many buildings a day."

Wood style jutsu, huh? That must come in handy, although he really looks extremely exhausted. I just hope the poor man doesn't collapse right there.

"Here we are, (Y/N). I suggest you wait outside because I would like to talk to the Hokage alone first. You can come in when I call you, okay?", Kakashi said and you could see his eye form the reassuring smile you had seen a few times already. You returned the smile and nodded before he entered the tent.

After the long walk and all the new information you had to process, the exhaustion finally started to kick in. You put your backpack down. Had it always been this heavy? After just a few minutes you heard Kakashi call your name, so you grabbed your stuff and entered the office.

It took you barely a second to notice the tension in the room. Kakashi stood in front of a desk with a serious look on his face, although his look softened a bit when he saw you walk in. Behind the desk sat an older man, his forehead and right eye covered up by bandages.

"He's dangerous" was the first thought to cross your mind. The strange man then started to eye you up and down, which sent a shiver down your spine. You could not remember the last time you felt this uncomfortable.

"So you are the foreigner...tell me your name."

You stepped forward and bowed your head down a bit.

"It is (Y/N) (Y/l/N), um..sir. I did not intent to come to this village, but I would like to stay here for a while, if possible."

"Hmm, I see..." He closed his eye and leaned forward in his chair, folded his hands and rested his chin on them.

"You can stay in Konoha."

Your body relaxed a bit. This went smoother than you expected.

"...under three conditions", the Hokage continued. Oh no, here it comes, you thought and held your breath.

"Number one: you make yourself useful for the village. I heard that you are not a shinobi, but I am sure you can still be of some sort of help." Alright, you had already expected that. But what were the other two conditions?

"Number two: you must undergo an interrogation by the intel division right after we're finished here."

That's when Kakashi stepped in: "Lord Danzo, is this really necessa-" But he was cut off." If I remember correctly, I am the Hokage now, not you. She may seem innocent on the outside, but I cannot be sure that she's not an enemy spy. She has nothing to fear if she's really that innocent. Now my last condition: It will be your mission, Kakashi, to watch over her every move. Since you're the one who decided to bring her here, she's your responsibility."

A kind of evil looking grin appeared on Danzo's face. Something else is going on here. There's no way this is all just about me. You looked over to Kakashi to watch his reaction. His brow furrowed for a moment, but then he just nodded once.

"Of course."

Danzo returned his attention back to you. "Any objections?", he said in a threatening tone. I don't care how intimidating he seems, I'm not going to let him daunt me like that. You looked him in the eye and said: "Fine by me. Helping to rebuild the village is the least I can do. I'm going to undergo the interrogation, whatever helps you sleep at night. I have nothing to hide."

A few seconds of silence followed, Danzo and you staring at each other. Then after what seemed like an eternity, the Hokage clapped twice and two ANBU members appeared in front of you.

"Follow us."

When your group arrived at the tent of the intel division, one of the ANBU ninjas stopped Kakashi from entering the tent by holding his arm in front of the gray-haired ninja. "We will take it from here. You wait outside." Kakashi seemed fairly unbothered. "I am not allowed to leave her side. Orders from the Hokage."

The ANBU member lowered his arm and let out a discontent noise. You then entered a room with a single chair with some chains attached. You felt panic rising inside of you, but the thought that Kakashi was present was calming. He was your only ally at the moment and you already saw what he was capable of. Also you had nothing to fear, right? Two men entered the room and one of them pointed at the chair, so you sat down on it. They used the chain to tie your hands and legs to the chair.

"My name is Ibiki Morino, and this is Inoichi Yamanaka. We won't hurt you if you play along. I'm going to ask you a few questions first, and then Inoichi will take a look at your thoughts and memories. Understood?" Wait, they can do that? What's next, teleporting? Resurrection?

The interrogation lasted about half an hour. Inoichi stood up and shook his head. "All of her thoughts and most of her memories are in a strange language that I've never heard before. But from what I could see, the story she told you is the truth, Ibiki. I don't see her as a threat to the village."

"Alright then, you're free to go."

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Chapter 4 here

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