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allgather · 1 year

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mizrayim, the narrow place & shisui uchiha.

hebrew words & jewish stories that this drabble references are here.

time moves agonizingly slowly, yet often without shisui’s notice. he finds no use in marking the days on a calendar he cannot read and, he suspects, sasuke cares only for time-keeping in terms of hours spent training and progress made. the stretch of months following the massacre ( and he winces at the word. shisui refuses to say it aloud, but he can’t stop from thinking it entirely when it is what the village has taken to calling his clan’s tragedy ) are a blur of numbness and grief. he isn’t able to differentiate the days, yet perhaps he doesn’t try all that hard, as he binds himself to the house and recovers from injury, retrains his senses in near-solitude.

this is better, shisui thinks, than risking an encounter with the man who’s face haunts the sightless space where his eyes used to be. he won’t ever forget the feel of danzo’s chakra, utterly constricting as it was. too close as the man loomed over him, held him down to take from and let die ( shisui has only felt it once since and the memory makes him verge on panic. a mass of malice so strong he could feel it prickling against his skin, waiting for him at home the day of his release from the hospital. so horribly familiar as danzo leaned in, just as he’d done before, to utter threats and demand his silence, his complete obedience and compliance. shisui had retched after his departure, unable to stomach it ).

the little he knows of days passing he owes to those whose motions keep him tethered to the world outside; sasuke’s coming and going from the academy marking each morning and afternoon and kakashi’s visits, which bring meals and conversation, but also idle news from the village and its festivals. his own clan’s customs mean these celebration have always had little to do with him, but they help orient him in time. the year is passing, moving forward around shisui, even if he only ever has the vaguest awareness of it. konoha is temperate and the weather gives him little information, but when he sits on the porch and smells cherry blossoms in the air, he knows it is april on the common calendar once again.

oh. that means it is nisan, nearly time for pesach. funny, he thinks, that this aviv, this springtime, brings him nothing close to the promised renewal.

yet, the time of year does bring memories, phantoms that play tricks on his remaining senses. the sweetness in the air intermingles somewhere in his recollection with the smell of rich bone broth soup and matzah balls in mikoto’s kitchen. if he strains, he can feel the warmth of her hand on his back as she directed him, along with her own sons, away from the cooking when they tried to steal a taste. shisui remembers more; growing impatient during the seder, entertaining himself by flicking salt water from prepared bowls at itachi to watch his reaction. he had laughed so often then.

he wishes he’d paid more attention to the story, to the symbol behind each component of the ritual. he was a child, preoccupied with the promise of the meal at the ritual’s end and aggravating his younger cousins for pure amusement. now, the box of old, leather-bound haggadot sits abandoned in a place too haunted for shisui to return. but he does remember a word, one that had crossed his mind not too long ago, when the feeling of danzo’s chakra had choked him in his own home. mizrayim, the narrow place.

shisui sits alone on the eve of pesach, recalling this word that his ancestors had once used to describe the place that kept them imprisoned, and his chest aches in quiet resonance. yes, he thinks he understands now, why recounting the story of their liberation and exodus was so fervently observed by his clan, their victory and freedom so joyously celebrated. for the uchiha, this village has long been mizrayim, and shisui feels the full weight of it now, as it constricts him, presses against his body and soul.

he thinks of sasuke, who he’s sworn to protect and kakashi, to whom he’s dared voice the thought of liberation from the weight of this narrow place. perhaps there will be renewal this spring after all, as they meet under the guise of the observance of an old holiday to plan their escape, just as his ancestors had done thousands of years ago.

he spares a thought to itachi, too, who he’s sworn to find and demand answers from. shisui speaks a quiet prayer, a promise that, once, their voices had said together with the rest of their clan: l’shanah ha-ba’ah b’yerushalayim.

now we are separate, next year may we be together. now we are oppressed, next year may we be free.

#(shisui)#yes i am jewish posting again....#xhatake #tagging you bc i reference your kakashi and some plotting we've done in this ! hope you don't mind !

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kinslain · 1 year

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@xhatake/ tenzo wrote:

❰❰ HURT ❱❱ tenzo is hurt protecting itachi! ( maybe when they're in anbu? )

"You shouldn't have done that," he chides softly, deft fingers examining the gash across Kinoe’s arm. Even at the age of eleven, Itachi is aware of hierarchy, seniority, and the value of his bloodline when compared to Kinoe’s. There are many Sharingan wielders in the village, but only one Mokuton user. In the grand scheme of things, his life is as disposable as any other shinobi. So why…? Brows furrow as he wraps and tightens a bandage, red eyes brightening as he checks and double-checks his handiwork.

Somewhat satisfied, Itachi takes his bruised ego and shuffles away: not before knocking into Kinoe in the tight space of their refuge a few times. Itachi is all gangly limbs and too-big clothes that he’ll grow into. One day he’ll grow into his bones, his skin, and a model shinobi.

Eventually, although restless and on edge, he settles beside Kinoe, eyes flickering between the reddening bandages and the entryway. Kakashi is out there somewhere, securing the perimeter. Even though Itachi is determined to keep watch, as is standard, his gaze keeps cutting back to his comrade.

"I’m sorry," he murmurs, guilt taking root and blossoming in his chest. It had happened before, when he was eight. He hadn’t been strong enough, fast enough, or good enough to protect Tenma either. "It won’t happen again."

#.answered #.verse//childhood #xhatake #team ro #teeaaaam rooooo #i can't believe you gave me tenzo #plant boy #a gift #i am blessed

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yoakkemae · 1 year

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xhatake:

This, truly, was Kakashi's favorite part. There was a titillating frustration in the way Tenzō withheld his reactions to Kakashi's wandering hands. This was the best way to end the day, beams of streetlight bleeding through the blinds in Kakashi's room. They illuminated Tenzo's nearly unreadable expression, emphasizing dark eyes that made Kakashi's mind race. They had spent the night together & Kakashi was growing painfully impatient. He had already thrown Tenzo's shirt aside, eager to get his hands on the man beneath.

Still, he's sure to poke & prod at Tenzō, offering a very coy ' is this okay? 'as he inches his fingers beneath his waistband. Kakashi's touch lingers, palms savoring the feeling of his hip bones while he waits for Tenzō's approval. Which he gives in the form of a cool nod, causing a smirk to invade Kakashi's exposed features. There is a deep consideration, a slowness to how carefully he peels the garment away. Kakashi was still dressed in his jonin blues, having been more occupied with the task at hand. It was a bit selfish, but he could hardly resist the feeling of Tenzō's skin beneath his hands. The subtle way his breath changed with the action was Tenzō's only tell.

Kakashi couldn't help but take that as a personal challenge. He kisses the inside of Tenzō's thigh through the garment remaining. He is tempted to sink sharp teeth into the tender flesh, but he resists ( for now ). He had to make Tenzō want it, after all. Instead, he opts to drag his lips to Tenzo's already half-stiff cock through the thin layer of fabric that separated them. Though he couldn't wait to get him in his mouth, there was a nuance to it all he had to consider. It took all the self-control he had access to keep his touch feather-light.

It was half a game to Kakashi, the push & pull of want & need. So instead, Kakashi nuzzles Tenzō through the fabric of his boxers, opting to place three strategically placed kisses down his clothed shaft. Kakashi had learned, by now, that this was not enough to make Tenzō squirm. Of course, that was part of the appeal; Tenzō had a poker face, of sorts. There was always a certain satisfaction that came with the subtle twitch of his lip or how he met Kakashi's gaze so casually. Kakashi opts to hold that gaze as his hands drift under Tenzo's boxers, up his legs as three kisses turn into four, then five, & finally an even six. All while he does, he grabs the waistband of Tenzo's boxers with his teeth, dragging them down ( perhaps a bit too eager ).

hands take over the action of discarding Tenzō's final piece of clothing. Kakashi makes sure to continue kissing the freshly revealed skin, savoring the familiarity of it all. He lifts his head, crawling closer to his exposed groin. Though he was half-sure it would stand on it's own by now, he grips Tenzō's cock in his hand, positioning it at his lips. Kakashi opens his mouth like he's about to take Tenzō in, but instead, his tongue rolls out. Kakashi licks the tip with more self-control than he wants to, taking his time & planting yet another kiss. Still no reaction. He wasn't working hard enough, it seemed.

Kakashi knows by now, there are a handful of things that will break Tenzō's perfect poker face. There aren't many, but Kakashi felt he was becoming well-acquainted with Tenzō's needs, likes, dislikes. They had been spending more time together, trying to understand to complexities of one another's bodies. After half a second of thought, he decides to take drastic measures. Head drops back between Tenzō's thighs & Kakashi drags too-sharp teeth along the sensitive skin in between searching for the perfect place. Tenzō shudders, a subtle inclination that Kakashi had found the spot. Kakashi cannot help but let out a small, triumphant growl in response & he wastes no time in sinking his teeth into Tenzō's vulnerable skin, causing a reluctant moan to spill from Tenzō's lips. Got him.

" Something wrong, Tenzō? " Kakashi peers at him from between his legs, cocking a brow. He kisses the skin, the soothing action leading him to nibble the spot beside his first bite. Then he does it again, a little harder for good measure. He savors this one, holding Tenzō's hips still as he instinctively tries to shift. Kakashi couldn't help but marvel at his handiwork, as the fresh bites were already beginning to change in color, just a little bit. he kisses each of them gently, busying his hand by keeping it around Tenzō's cock, much harder than it was before. he took his time, but he was more impatient now. Each painfully low drawl from his partner sent fireworks off in his own stomach. It made him shift uncomfortably on his knees, looking for a bit of friction. He could wait, though.

" Do you like when I bite you?" Kakashi knows he does. That much is clear in the impossibly pleased way he speaks, how he runs his tongue over his teeth in pride. Now, he returns to Tenzō's cock, satisfied by his accomplishments thus far. He holds the tip close enough to his lips that Tenzō might feel his breath, but he keeps his own eagerness in check. A faux-thoughtful expression crosses his features. " I could do it some more, unless you have something else in mind? "

Despite his words, Kakashi is not sure he can stand to wait much longer.

cautious is not a word tenzō would use for kakashi , but in times like these , it certainly feels that way. ( kakashi is always so careful about asking , seeking affirmation that this is what tenzō wants , that tenzō is okay with the proceedings. tenzō is used to being ordered , used to having his autonomy ignored , if not outright taken away. tenzō knows he is nothing but a tool , an experiment gone both right and wrong depending on who you ask , but here , with kakashi in the dim evening light , hands on his body that he has specifically allowed , he feels human ).

there is no one he trusts more than kakashi , not another single person he’d be okay with sharing his vulnerabilities with , that he would allow himself , on purpose , to be vulnerable with. still , he’s noticed in their dalliances that kakashi likes a challenge , and he’s not above making kakashi work for a reaction. ( he’ll admit to himself that he likes the way that kakashi will focus on him , use every bit of his genius mind to make tenzō go crazy. it’s frightening , it’s exhilarating -- to be seen , to be known. he will never tell kakashi this , but he has a feeling that the other already knows. ).

kakashi keeps things light at first , easy enough to not react to , allowing tenzō to focus on the way that kakashi’s eyes seem to have narrowed in focus , the way that his eyebrows furrowed as he made several attempts to make tenzō moan , the way that kakashi meets his gaze with a competitive spirit that almost makes tenzō want to joke about not being gai. ( he’s not had the pleasure of meeting kakashi’s jōnin friend , but he’s heard rumours ).

it’s because tenzō is so avid at reading kakashi’s face that he knows exactly when kakashi decides to start to go for a sensitive part of his thigh. tenzō can’t help the shudder and then moan when kakashi’s sharp teeth bite down , causing both pleasure and pain both. a breathy “ hah ” leaves his lips upon kakashi’s cocky remark , but exact words escape him when kakashi bites down again.

without thinking , he tries to shift to get closer to kakashi , but the other man is keeping his hips still. a burst of heat finds its home in tenzō’s stomach as he feels himself filling up , but tenzō knows he’s not the only one getting affected. he watches as kakashi shifts , as if seeking friction for his own cock , and at the smug and pleased questions , tenzō chuckles ( if , a little breathlessly due to kakashi’s mouth’s proximity to his tip. ). tenzō’s leg shifts just enough so that tenzō can rub against the inseam of kakashi’s pants , eyes glittering in challenge as he answers , ‘ clearly as much you like biting me , but i don’t think i’m the one impatient to move on here. ’

#xhatake #⤷ tenzou.【 ❝ i’m just a pale imitation. ❞ 】interactions.#nsft //#lemon //#me an hour ago: idk when you're getting this response #my brain @ me: now bitch #alskdjflaksjdflajsdfajsdkfjaskjf #anyway i'm so out of practise LMAO i hope this is okay!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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byakugoseal · 1 year

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The fluttering of her heart made it all the more evident that she was nervous. She could stand on a battlefield and yell commands; she could ensure that everyone was receiving the proper treatment and act swiftly while under pressure, yet facing the village was something she felt ill-prepared to do. ❝ Kakashi-sensei — ❞ She paused, wondering if it was inappropriate for her to call him that on the day of her inauguration to become the seventh Hokage. Yet, somehow just calling him by his name felt taboo to her. ❝ It shouldn't be me about to step out and stand before everyone; it should be him. ❞ She remarked, her brow furrowing with the weight of her own emotions.

She had to imagine that this was the right thing to do, not only for the village but in order to carry upon a legacy that was, in her opinion, far greater than the Will of Fire. That notion kept her going down this path, which got her to this point in time. ❝ Can I ask you something and get a serious answer from you? ❞ She inquired after a moment. Why did you select me to be your successor? It was a question that had weighed heavily on her mind since the day it was announced.

She paused, taking a deep breath in as she collected her thoughts. Her brow furrowed slightly in anticipation of her question, her tongue already poising the words of something she had no right to ask him, especially after everything that had happened in their village. ❝ Out of everyone, how come you chose me for Hokage? I mean, it was never my dream, and surely there was someone more qualified to hold this mantle. ❞ She had to believe that there was someone more worthy of this position — someone who wasn't ready to bury all of their bones in absolution for not being able to save everyone, especially not the two most important people to the village.

七代目火影 // @xhatake

#//hope you like it ♡#//if not come holler at me!#xhatake #✧ ･ ° ･↣ ❛ there will come a time when you might have to decide who lives & dies out there it’s a terrible responsibility ❜(hokage!au verse)

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softersinned-arc · 1 year

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@xhatake / plotted starter.

As a general rule, she tries not to get involved when things seem like they're going to get messy. It's not her business, and it keeps her from getting caught up in things far beyond her pay grade. Selfish, she knows. Willfully ignorant. But the world is large and there are a million things that could demand her attention at any given time, and so Astoria simply tries not to think about the things she can't do anything about, rather than torment herself over it.

But, well, everyone has limits. Even she has limits, shocking though the thought may be. And Astoria thinks they're fast approaching those limits—or, at the very least, that her ability to disengage from this won't last much longer.

She's sitting in the house when the door opens, and someone who is very much not the house's owner stands in the doorway as she looks up and offers her best bullshit smile. She knows him, of course. Well, maybe knows of him is a more accurate statement. Astoria closes the book in front of her and stands in a single fluid motion, one that suggests a greater sense of calm and ease than she feels right now.

"You know," she says, with all the tired pleasantry of a woman who would very much like to avoid the conversation she's about to have, "we could avoid having these conversations over and over again if you just left town. But if you're keeping score, I think that counts as a point for me." (The shapeshifter he'd intended to hunt is gone, several states away by now, the house in disarray except for the kitchen, where Astoria's made herself at home with the novel she's ignoring and a cup of tea. Definitely a point in her favor.)

And really, she'd rather not be doing this at all. The best way to avoid getting hunted is to keep her head down, but, well, it's a matter of principle, and infinitely more important to her, it's a matter of pride.

"Tea? The water in the kettle's still hot."

#xhatake #thread: xhatake001 #(they're gonna have a blast but also she really wants him to stop kidnapping and/or murdering her best customers)#(she's got BILLS)

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thatsneakymedic · 1 year

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✨🧡🌙SEND THIS TO TEN OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING

@xhatake

// I'm so sorry for replying to this so late and for not being here, but I often reread this message to feel good and now I feel the need to post it.

Thank you for this! I see you getting active and trying your best, and I have to say that I appreciate that you haven't forgotten about me. I still want to plan out our threads soon. Especially with Valentine's day and Kabuto's birthday coming up.

#xhatake #missing glasses #thank you so much!#I will share the love too!

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fowleyes · 1 year

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𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 :

Kakashi hated being on missions during the celebration new year. There was always more traffic, always a familiar face that he bumped into. It could be a good thing or a bad thing, depending on the context. what he had not expected, however, was to stumble upon itachi ( of all people ). his throat felt tight while he indulged in a sentimentality he rarely had the option for. he tails itachi for around half an hour... kakashi is sure he's already been noticed, but the area was crowded. it wasn't like they could have an open confrontation. he approaches his former comrade, falling into stride with him.

" Celebrating the new Year?" He forces his voice to be impossibly casual; as if he had only seen Itachi yesterday. Kakashi missed him more than he was willing to admit. he's sure he's just being foolish, but... " I know a spot we could watch the fireworks from. If you wanted."

@xhatake

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓 of too many people gathered all in one place -- it reminds him of the chorus of bitter voices during those meetings . those meetings that were only the rise to the climax of his fate . at least , that's what he thought for a time ( what time he'd believed to be the rest of his life ) . right now , the haunting cacophony of too much plagues his ears , but he tries to ignore it for the sake of his supper's forgotten ingredient .

he'd anticipated the roads may be packed on a day like today , so his plans were to venture nowhere past the steps up to his apartment's front door . he would simply make his best attempt to clean his living area , & cook something warm for him , his brother , & whoever his brother opted to bring along , if anyone . even still , he expected to spend the majority of the day alone .

as he wanders & reminisces about the streets of konoha , he feels a vague , yet looming presence about him , sensing the foot steps after each of his own is drawn . the reverberations are obvious & he would even go as far as to guess that the one following him was his former leader himself . he hasn't forgotten the sounds of familiar footfalls . he likely never will . still , he opts not to encounter the man as he proceeds on this ( for once ) innocent mission . he focuses his will into dodging the overstimulating shoves of people's shoulders & the echoing of children abound .

finally , he feels kakashi catch up to his pace , & it's not seconds before he shatters the silence with a casual question . ' Celebrating the New Year ? ' well , yes , he supposes , & he may have chosen to say , but instead he remains silent , offering only a nod in response .

he's offered a chance to catch up with his former comrade & he supposes it couldn't hurt to take him up on the offer . he can no longer witness the vibrancy of a firework's colors , but he can still feel the cool air & familiar caress of konoha's winds , all the while sharing a conversation ( however uncomfortable it might be ) with someone who knew him before tragedy befell his entire existence .

❛ I'll accept your offer . ❜

#xhatake #life asunder / wielded apathy / fate impaled * ic #[ the way this is LAAATE #but ;_; crying at the prospect tbh ]

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allgather · 1 year

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“You’ve done the unthinkable, you know. You’ve made me fall in love.” @ iruka :o

if these are the only wedding vows they get, iruka will take them to the grave, held as close to his chest as he possibly can. he will subsist on the words while they are apart; he knows this with his whole being as kakashi says the most precious things to him and iruka drinks them in like they are life-sustaining. this is a fitting way to spend their last night together before they’re separated, scattered across the continents ( iruka must already bear the reality that naruto is out of his reach, and soon, kakashi will join him. too far to hold or be held by, somewhere he cannot place his body between theirs and harm. he doubts the ache this realization brings will fade until this thing is well and truly over ).

he watches his lover speak with his face so beautifully exposed in the flicker of firelight. iruka wants to memorize every curvature, burn them into his mind like the dancing flames. so his dreams will conjure kakashi’s face for him, if he is to be so lucky. iruka’s chest aches with everything he wants to say before he loses the chance, but this had been kakashi’s idea, so he lets him speak first. it had been so very romantic, when he'd taken iruka's hands and led him towards the fireplace in their living room. when he'd asked in the most earnest way, "will you marry me right now? I don't want to wait another second." when they had recited the custom vows between shinobi of the leaf.

and then, kakashi speaks the vows he'd prepared for iruka. the words are poetry like he's never heard.

“you’ve done the unthinkable, you know. you’ve made me fall in love.” kakashi says and iruka has been on the verge of tears all this time ( had tried so hard to hold them off until it was his turn to speak, lest he turn into some overly-emotional fool. ah, but kakashi knows who he is marrying, doesn't he? ). these words, their vulnerability, the reality they signify, prompt the tears to finally spill down his cheeks. they glisten in the firelight the same as his lover's eyes do.

"this is so beautiful. you're so beautiful." iruka's words are less polished, less practiced than kakashi's, and he speaks them while he cries. it's fitting and it's honest. "i don't know what's going to happen, but I'm so happy to spend the rest of my life as yours. you're going to be my forever, kakashi, however long that is. and I sincerely hope we have many, many years." iruka's throat feels like it's going to close up, the way more, harder tears threaten to fall. once again, the love he feels is too big for his body to contain. and once again, he is grateful for this man he can pour that overflowing love into. as long as forever lasts them. "forgive me for crying. you know how I am." he spares a laugh and it is wet with tears.

they've worn engagement rings for months waiting on the right time, and now they are nearly out of it. every touch, every word, there is a scarcity to them that makes iruka's heart pound. but somehow, even with war and destruction hanging over their heads, this moment and how kakashi's hand fits intertwined with his own is the most important thing imaginable.

"if this is only for tonight, I need you to know how much I love you. every single second, I am loving you. I don't know how to live any other way." they kiss, and its not quite what iruka had envisioned his wedding to look like, but he's happy nonetheless. the chance to know kakashi, the privilege to love him; how can he not smile?

kakashi holds him, iruka cries, and they say that they love each other a hundred different ways. until the sun comes up and they face the future, tied together across the distance imposed.

#xhatake #i cried for real tears while writing this it made me feel so much my heart is so full #they are connected they have cemented that connection and promise of forever before they go off to fight - and possibly die #but they will be each other's for the rest of their lives. and they will fight to make those lives long. their future will be won.#a future won against the unrestrained weight of the world #(iruka)

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murasakiirohana · 1 year

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@xhatake in response to this (x)

It take her a few more moments for her nerves to subside and for her to bring her wits about her again. When she finally does, the blonde’s anger has shifted entirely from her unassuming team leader to herself. Damn it. She knew better than to act like this. She knew better than to get swept up in her emotions when it such a dangerous situation to do so. The Yamanaka knew all this, yet knowing it apparently hadn’t helped. She still snapped--- and she snapped at the entirely wrong person. She didn’t have time to be embarrassed now, but she certainly would be later.

Despite knowing she was in the wrong, the blonde didn’t offer much of a response yet as she knelt down to hover over Chouji and Shikamaru to check on them. He was right. They were still breathing, albeit slightly labored. However, it wasn’t as bad as she had thought and the blonde let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. Her shoulders slouched as all the pent up stress started to decompress slowly which allowed for her to center herself enough to address her actions.

“I---- I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that,” she started, still focusing on her boys. She was not quite ready to face Kakashi yet. “I just- It was-- I-I really don’t have an excuse for that. I let my emotions get the best of me and took it out on you when you’re probably the only reason we’re alive. I know that they would be... dead if it was just me,” the last sentence is barely a whisper as she gently brushed both her teammates cheeks with her hands. That’s when a realization suddenly hit her and she quickly jerked her head toward her team leader, concern on her face.

“Are you okay? Do you have anything you need me to look at? I should’ve already asked you that.... Ha, turns out I’m the real asshole here,” this is said in a quick manner as she places one hand on her knee to stand back up, intending to head toward Kakashi to check for injuries. She winces slightly as she does so, but makes a point to ignore it.

#xhatake #i /loved/ this --- such a cool concept to have kaka/shi working on missions with team 10 after asuma #{ Verse II Elastic Heart II Shippuden }#using that icon for added p ain

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writelives · 1 year

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byakugoseal · 1 year

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任務 // @xhatake

It had always been easy for her to study and memorize information. It all was so natural — the analytics of it all. Perhaps that was why it had been so easy to fool herself into believing she was a TRUE shinobi. It was easy for her to pretend like she was truly a part of Team Seven, contributing to the team just like Naruto and Sasuke. At least, that was until they returned from the Land of Waves. All she could do was stand there and clutch her kunai. She knew she couldn't hold her own and even needed to be protected by everyone else around her. Perhaps that was why she sought out their sensei and now stood before him.

She had mustered the courage to seek him out in the hopes she could talk to him, but all she could do was stand there and peer at the ground. ❝ Kakashi-sensei do — do you think I can be able to help Naruto and Sasuke-kun? ❞ She inquired after a moment, mild hesitation gripping at her words. She didn't want to just be a part of their team; she wanted to be able to contribute to missions. In all honesty, she wasn't entirely sure what she hoped to accomplish by asking him such a thing. She had gone through the academy and graduated just like everyone else, but when it came down to it, she couldn't move past her fears on the battlefield.

❝ It's just that — ❞ She paused for a moment, trying to think how best to put her thoughts and emotions into words with meaning, ones that would portray her intentions. ❝ It's just that it seems like Naruto and Sasuke-kun are true shinobi, and I'm just someone who is part of a team. ❞ She admitted, her brow furrowing ever so slightly, her gaze still transfixed on the ground.

She paused for a moment, finally lifting her gaze. ❝ When we were fighting, Zabuza Naruto and Sasuke-kun had done all the work; they were in perfect sync. All I could do was stand there and act like I was protecting Tazuna-san. ❞ She paused for a moment as she took a deep breath, preparing herself to admit something she had kept to herself up until now. ❝ If it came down to it, I don't think I would have been able to protect him. ❞ That was something that had been a bitter realization during that mission. Sure, she might have had a good handle on chakra control but applying it, especially in the heat of battle, wasn't something she thought she could do.

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