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in which kakashi is a badass cop, obito is an environmentally-friendly reformed terrorist, and ‘can you pick up groceries’ is always a fight

iruka is just

why is this my life

(set in the criminals do it better AU by @blackkatmagic, pls read it it is very good)

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Mother is sobbing, while brother is attempting to soothe her shaking form. I’m surprised, tears are leaking from his clenched eyes, while snot is dripping down his chin.

Brother, don’t cry.

Father is stoic as usual and he does nothing as mother crumples tissue after tissue within her small hands. He seems to be staring at the fire and the monks adorned in their orange robes. The incense they’ve lit create a pungent scent. It’s not terrible but there’s a strong layer of musk that permeates the room.

Father, please hold mother. 

The fluttering of birds catch my attention. The sound of their wings break the rhythmic chants. I’m sure it’s a beautiful sunny day but I can only assume.

The scent of flowers that were once overwhelming have started to fade. The chants have turned into a lulling hum and the warmth from the fire is starting to cool.

Mother, be happy.