#[ ic ]...“the second hokage”

[nidaiime]

@hatredcurse sent:

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[ jewelry  ]  your muse clasping a piece of jewelry for mine , such as a necklace , or earrings .

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         HIS FINGERS ALMOST LEFT INDENTS INTO THE WOODEN BOX. His eyes never strayed far from the rectangular case; a yellowish-brown cypress with the earthy aroma of hinoki oil embedded into the wooden grooves of the box.

         What lay inside the case beat it in expenses. The necklace was a delicate piece of artistry, crafted from gleaming silver and adorned with an assortment of glittering gemstones. The pendant, an intricately designed flower with petals of emerald, amethyst, and sapphire, sparkled in the light, while the silver chain should drape gracefully around the wearer's neck. 

         The overall effect was one of elegance and sophistication, a testament to the skill of the jeweler and the beauty of nature's own creations. 

         When Tobirama first laid eyes on it, only one woman came to mind. Regretfully, he wouldn't be able to gift it to her, no matter how much it hurt him not to, or how much it hurt him to even think about her. His duty to the clan before his own desire; his brother before himself.

         Lady Uzumaki Mito should be betrothed to the greatest shinobi to ever walk this land, Senju Hashirama. It was how politics worked, it was how clans came to power; to unity. Tobirama, a mere warrior, a scientist, an advisor to guide his brother's powers, could not ever compare to the sheer strength his brother held by his presence.

         The whitehaired Senju, much like his alias, had been a lone wolf since his birth. Different than his brothers and feared by his clan, Tobirama's duty could only be fulfilled if Hashirama attained his dream. 

         The wood would have splintered in his hand if not for the shadow that fell next to his. A very familiar silhouette. 

         “Lady Uzumaki,” he whispered, not turning around to meet her face, lest his desire should be known. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your presence?” He asked in a formal tone, amicable to his brother's soon-to-be-wife.

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       TOBIRAMA REPRESSED A ROLL OF HIS EYES. “Hardly,” he bit out, his expresionless face turned quizzical if only for a second. “This is not one sided at all. You do possess the sharingan.” He waved a hand in nonchalance. “You can memorise each item of my research with effort to spare.”

       The Senju wouldn't admit it out loud, but the abilities of the sharingan would always haunt his every waking moment. In his younger—more brash—days, Tobirama would spend most of his time devising techniques that would parry the effects of the Uchiha's damned dōjutsu. 

       These simple rules of his were to instill some balance in their work space. He deemed them apt; felicitous.

       “If you retain any opposition to these, quite honestly, befitting rules, then we could pretend this conversation have never taken place.”

       At this point, Tobirama didn't mind if his opinions, or hisself, would be seen as imperious, conceited or downright disdainful. This cooperation was dropped into his lap without his prior knowledge, he reserved a right to act in caution.

       At the Uchiha's next statement, Tobirama didn't bother to hide his scoff. “I differ. You need to explain yourself, all the time,” he muttered, looking to the side. “But I have no reason to disapprove of your request. Very well, we shall deliver the news together,” he conceded at last, though without masking the annoyance in his voice.

       “I have one more condition.” He raised one finger, eyes back on Izuna's person, narrowing in obvious suspicion. “I allow no one in my labs. Not even my fellow clansmen,” he started, voice low. “Except, as of now, yourself.”

it’s to no surprise that Tobirama was exceedingly ( read: infuriatingly ) thorough and well-indexed. It’s almost maddening to Izuna to learn that the Senju expended their budget to spread a wide net of labs about the land for different subject matters, but is he really surprised? Izuna could only scoff with a quiet cackle upon hearing the news.

“My expertise? In Medical? You really are so kind to think so sweetly of me, Lord Senju.” He noticed how that man stared into his eyes without apprehension. Whether he’s a conceited fool or if feels he can shoulder the consequences of his taunt, that is yet to be known. Izuna only stared back with dignified indifference.

With a soft sigh, so quiet, so tired, Izuna listened to Tobirama list off his demands. “This is awfully one-sided, Tobirama. Surely, you must have sometime of equal value to provide to me, should I bend my knee so graciously,” his tone dripped with venom; bittersweet and thick.

“Have these conditions in writing and I’ll sign off on it, but —” the albino may have stepped back to escape this shared warmth between their chest, but the Uchiha closed the gap once more, finger jabbing square center into the cobalt blues of his attire,“ we will deliver the news together. I shouldn’t need to explain myself on this one.”

Before the fanned flames could lick the ceiling, Izuna removed himself from Tobirama’s radius, waiting to see if he was amicable enough to agree to that or if they will have to politely berate each other until morning.

[sweetlyvibe]

PAIRING : Obito Uchiha x Reader

WORD COUNT : 4.6k

GENRE : Angst / Comfort

SUMMARY : After surviving the Fourth War and being pardoned, Obito meets someone who accepts him despite his scars and past. Jealous of another suitor, Obito believes he has no chance, leading to a heartfelt confession.

CONTENT/WARNING : emotional trauma , self-esteem issues , jealousy and insecurity , fear of rejection

REQUEST : yes!!

The whispers of his survival spread like wildfire through the village. Obito Uchiha had returned—scarred, humbled, and deeply regretful. Pardoned by the Hokage after his role in ending the war, he now roamed the village quietly, helping rebuild the destruction he once caused. Despite the acceptance of some, others couldn’t look past his crimes. He didn’t blame them.

And yet, among the faces that stared or turned away, there was you.

You were a fellow Leaf ninja, a few years younger than him but seasoned in your own right, carrying your share of battle scars both seen and unseen. War had left its mark on everyone, but there was a quiet resilience about you, a determination to rebuild in ways that didn’t just apply to structures but to people as well. That was what led you to cross paths with Obito.

The day had been hot, the kind of sweltering summer afternoon that made sweat bead along your brow within minutes. You had been assigned to help at a construction site near the village outskirts, assisting with repairs to buildings damaged during the war. It was grueling work, but you didn’t mind; there was something cathartic about seeing broken things pieced back together.

You hadn’t known Obito would be there. To be honest, his presence had surprised you, even unsettled you at first. There were still hushed conversations about him—people wary of his return, unsure if someone with such a dark past could ever truly change. But when you saw him that day, hammer in hand, hauling heavy beams like it was nothing, he didn’t look like the man the rumors painted.

He looked tired.

It wasn’t the kind of tired that came from physical exhaustion, though the sweat dripping from his brow suggested he was working harder than anyone else. No, it was deeper than that—a bone-deep weariness that settled in his shoulders, weighed down his every movement. His face, marred by scars that told stories you could only imagine, held an expression so neutral it felt unnatural, as though he was trying not to be noticed. But it was his eyes that tugged at your heart: one dark and brooding, the other hidden beneath the curve of his forehead protector. They carried a profound sadness, an aching guilt he seemed to wear as a second skin.

Despite his quiet demeanor, there was something about him that intrigued you. It wasn’t pity that drove you to approach him—far from it. You saw a man who had been to hell and back but was still here, trying. That resilience, that flicker of humanity buried beneath the weight of his past, pulled at something deep inside you.

At first, your interactions were brief. You’d pass him tools or work alongside him in silence, not wanting to intrude. But you noticed how he always went above and beyond, taking on the hardest tasks without complaint, as though punishing himself through sheer effort. So, you started small.

“Hey,” you said one afternoon, holding out a rice ball wrapped in cloth. He had been working for hours without a break, his shoulders taut with tension. “You’ve been at this all day. Take a break.”

Obito hesitated, his gaze flickering between you and the rice ball. “I’m fine,” he muttered, his voice low and rough.

“Maybe,” you replied, refusing to back down, “but even heroes need to eat.”

A flicker of something crossed his face—confusion, perhaps even amusement—but he took the rice ball. That small gesture broke the ice.

From then on, you made it a point to share lunch with him when you could. Sometimes you’d talk about nothing in particular—mundane things like the weather or the progress on the repairs. Other times, you’d catch glimpses of his dry humor, quick-witted remarks that left you blinking in surprise before laughing. You learned to recognize the subtle quirks of his personality: the way his lips twitched when he was holding back a smile, the rare moments when his eye softened, the low chuckle he gave when something genuinely amused him.

Slowly but surely, he began to open up.

Your lunches turned into longer conversations, and those conversations eventually extended beyond the construction site. You found yourselves meeting up after work, whether it was for a walk through the village or quiet moments shared at the training grounds. There was something easy about being around him, even though you could tell he was still guarded. He didn’t speak much about himself, but the way he listened—truly listened—when you talked made you feel seen in a way that few others could.

What stood out the most was how he never treated you as fragile, even when you mentioned your own scars, both physical and emotional. He didn’t offer hollow reassurances or tell you to move on. Instead, he met your words with quiet understanding, as though he knew all too well what it meant to carry that weight.

And yet, you never pressed him about his past or his scars. It wasn’t because you didn’t care—you cared more than you’d ever admit aloud. But you understood that those were wounds he wasn’t ready to revisit, and you didn’t want to risk pushing him away. Instead, you treated him as he was: a man who had faced his demons and was trying, every day, to move forward.

That was what you admired most about him—his determination to rebuild, not just the village but himself. To you, Obito wasn’t a man defined by his mistakes or his scars. He was someone who had been to the brink and chosen to return, and that choice, that strength, was what mattered.

Unbeknownst to you, your unwavering kindness and acceptance were slowly chipping away at the walls Obito had built around his heart. He began to look forward to your time together, though he didn’t fully understand why. All he knew was that when you were near, the crushing weight of his guilt felt a little lighter, and for the first time in a long time, he began to wonder if he might deserve a second chance—not just at life, but at happiness.

But those thoughts terrified him, too.

And then there was Genma.

The kind of man everyone seemed to like, Genma Shiranui was charming, confident, and effortlessly sociable. His laid-back demeanor and sly grin made him a favorite among your peers, and his quick wit ensured he was the center of attention in any conversation. He carried himself with a relaxed ease, a senbon always dangling casually between his teeth, as if nothing in the world could phase him.

It started innocently enough. Genma would join you during breaks or during missions, offering easy banter and teasing remarks that made the others chuckle. He had a way of turning the most mundane topics into something worth laughing about, and it wasn’t long before people began to notice the way he lingered near you.

“I think he likes you,” one of your friends teased after Genma had walked away, flashing you a crooked smile over his shoulder.

You laughed it off at first, brushing the comment aside. But as days turned into weeks, it became clear that your friend had been right. Genma wasn’t just hanging around—he was seeking you out. His teasing turned playful, his compliments grew more personal, and his invitations to spend time together became more frequent.

It wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, Genma’s attention was flattering, and his company was enjoyable in its own way. But your heart was already leaning toward someone else, someone quieter, someone whose laughter was rarer but infinitely more precious.

Obito.

He was the one you looked for at the end of a long day, the one whose presence steadied you even when words weren’t exchanged. Genma might have been the easier choice, but your feelings for Obito had grown roots, deep and steady, and no amount of charm could sway them.

Obito Noticed

How could he not?

Every time Genma leaned toward you with his easy smile, cracking a joke that made you laugh, Obito felt a pang in his chest—a sharp, familiar ache he couldn’t ignore. The way Genma’s hand would linger on your shoulder during conversations or how your laughter came so freely around him made Obito feel small, like a shadow at the edge of a warm, glowing light. He clenched his fists tightly at his sides whenever he witnessed those moments, the tension in his body coiling until his muscles ached.

He noticed everything, no matter how much he told himself not to look. The way your eyes crinkled at the corners when you smiled, the way Genma’s casual charm seemed to draw you in. And though he never saw anything in your gaze that suggested you were interested in Genma, the doubt gnawed at him. After all, why wouldn’t you choose someone like that?

Obito clutched at the edges of his cloak, his knuckles turning white. He hated the way his mind twisted simple interactions into something more. Every laugh you shared with Genma felt like a dagger, and he cursed himself for caring so much.

What could he possibly offer you?

The thought was like poison, spreading through his veins until it consumed him. He couldn’t stop himself from drawing comparisons. Genma was confident, charismatic, and easygoing, while he—Obito—was a man haunted by his past, his sins carved into his very skin. He wasn’t whole—not physically, not emotionally. When he looked at himself in the mirror, all he could see was the broken, scarred reflection of someone who didn’t deserve happiness. How could someone as radiant as you want to be with him?

Genma, simply was everything Obito wasn’t. Unburdened by guilt or regret. People gravitated toward him naturally, drawn to his humor and ease. It didn’t matter that you didn’t seem to reciprocate Genma’s flirtation. In Obito’s mind, it was only a matter of time before you did. Doubt whispered cruelly in his mind, twisting every interaction you had with Genma into evidence that Obito could never measure up.

And then there were the whispers.

“They’d look good together, don’t you think?”

“Genma’s always had good taste.”

“Finally, someone caught their attention!”

The words echoed in his head long after he overheard them, like stones added to the heavy wall he was building around his heart. Each comment reminded him of what he believed was inevitable: that you and Genma would end up together, and Obito would be left standing on the outside, as he always was

It wasn’t just Genma, though. It was also Rin—or rather, the memory of her.

For years, Rin had been a symbol of everything Obito had wanted but could never have. She had been his light in a world that often felt unbearably dark, and her loss had shaped him in ways he still didn’t fully understand.

For so long, he’d clung to her memory, convinced that his feelings for her were eternal, unchanging. But now, looking back, he realized that what he’d felt for Rin had been rooted in who he was as a boy, not the man he had become. She had been kind, gentle, and nurturing, but those were memories of her, not the reality of who she might have grown to be.

It wasn’t that he loved Rin any less—he always would. But somewhere along the way, he’d stopped feeling the sharp, gut-wrenching ache when he thought of her. Her smile no longer haunted him; it comforted him. She had been a part of his journey, but she wasn’t his destination.

That realization had been both freeing and terrifying. It left him vulnerable, his heart open to new emotions he hadn’t dared to explore in years. And it was you who made him feel that way again.

You weren’t like Rin. You were bold and unyielding, a grounding presence in a world that still felt uncertain to him. Where Rin had been a dream of his past, you were real. You saw him—not as a hero, a villain, or a victim, but simply as Obito. And that terrified him even more than the idea of losing Rin had.

Because this time, it felt real.

It started with small excuses. When you invited him to lunch after working together, he’d mutter, “Sorry, I’ve got something to take care of,” brushing past you without meeting your eyes.

Then, his absences became more noticeable. Where once he’d linger near the training grounds or meet you for tea in the evenings, he was nowhere to be found. And when you did manage to catch him, his responses were clipped, his usual dry humor replaced with a cold, distant politeness that felt like a slap in the face.

At night, lying awake in his small, sparsely furnished apartment, Obito stared at the ceiling, the storm of emotions inside him threatening to tear him apart. His fists clenched and unclenched as he replayed every moment he’d spent with you, every laugh and every glance that felt too precious to hold onto now.

“You’re being ridiculous,” he told himself one night, his voice harsh in the quiet. “She doesn’t see you that way. She shouldn’t.”

But no matter how much he tried to bury his feelings, they refused to die. He’d never realized just how deeply he cared for you until he saw Genma step into the picture. The jealousy that burned in his chest was unlike anything he’d felt before, raw and unrelenting. It wasn’t fair to you—or to Rin, for that matter.

Rin.

He closed his eyes, breathing deeply as he thought about her. If she were here, she’d probably scold him for wallowing. She’d tell him to stop running from his feelings, to stop hiding behind his scars. But was he ready for that? Could he truly allow himself to admit how he felt about you when he couldn’t even look in the mirror without feeling ashamed?

His hands trembled as he pressed them to his face, his scars rough against his fingertips. He wanted to believe that he deserved a chance at happiness, but the doubt was suffocating.

He knew he liked you. That much was undeniable now. But confessing? Letting himself hope? That felt like stepping off a cliff with no guarantee of a safety net. It was easier to pull away, to retreat into himself, than to risk rejection—or worse, acceptance.

Because what if you did feel the same way? What if you chose him, only to realize later that he wasn’t enough?

And so, he stayed silent, letting the wall between you grow higher, even as it tore him apart inside.

It had been weeks since you’d last spent more than a few fleeting minutes with Obito, and the growing distance between you was driving you mad. You had replayed every interaction in your head, searching for some mistake, some moment where you might have done something wrong. But nothing stood out. If he needed space, you could respect that—but not without understanding why he suddenly felt the need to shut you out.

At first, it was little things. You’d ask him to join you for lunch, only to be met with muttered excuses.

“Sorry,” he’d say, not quite meeting your eyes. “I’ve got something to take care of.”

He’d leave without elaborating, and you were left staring after him, unsure of what had just happened.

Then his absences became more pronounced. The moments that used to be yours—quiet talks near the training grounds, evening tea, or even casual conversations after missions—were gone. Instead, you were met with clipped responses and fleeting glances. His usual dry humor, something you’d come to treasure, was nowhere to be found.

“Obito,” you’d call out, hoping to catch his attention, only for him to give you a distracted nod and walk away.

And yet, despite his efforts to pull back, there were moments he couldn’t quite hide. You’d catch him watching you when he thought you weren’t looking, his eye clouded with an emotion you couldn’t place. But the second you turned to meet his gaze, his expression would harden, and he’d look away, his jaw tightening as if the sight of you physically hurt him.

It was maddening.

You couldn’t understand what had changed, but you knew you couldn’t let this go on. Whatever was troubling him, you needed to know. You needed to help.

One evening, after yet another day of avoidance, you finally reached your breaking point.

You found him near the edge of the village, sitting on a stone wall overlooking the forest. The setting sun painted the scene in soft, golden hues, but the tension in the air was anything but serene. His shoulders were hunched, and his head was bowed, his hair casting shadows over his face.

“Obito,” you called, your voice firmer than usual.

He flinched at the sound of your voice but didn’t turn to face you. “You shouldn’t be here,” he said quietly.

“Why not?” you countered, taking a step closer. “Because you don’t want to explain why you’ve been avoiding me?”

He sighed, his hands clenching into fists on his lap. “I haven’t been avoiding you.”

“Don’t lie to me, Obito,” you said, crossing your arms. “You’ve barely looked at me for weeks. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were angry with me.”

“I’m not angry,” he said quickly, his voice sharp enough to cut.

“Then what is it?” you demanded, your frustration bubbling to the surface. “What changed? Did I do something wrong?”

He turned his head slightly, just enough for you to see the tension in his jaw. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” he muttered, his voice so low you almost missed it.

“Then tell me what’s going on,” you pressed. “Because I can’t keep doing this, Obito. I can’t keep wondering what I did to make you push me away.”

For a moment, he was silent, his fists tightening until his knuckles turned white. Then, finally, he looked up at you, and the pain in his single visible eye took your breath away.

“It’s not about you,” he said, his voice trembling with a mix of anger and something softer, something more vulnerable. “It’s about me.”

“Then explain it to me,” you said, your tone softening. “Because right now, all I know is that you’re shutting me out, and I don’t understand why.”

He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “You wouldn’t understand,” he said, his voice laced with self-loathing. “How could you?”

“Try me,” you challenged, stepping closer.

He looked away again, his jaw tightening as he struggled to find the words. “Do you know what it’s like to want something you can’t have?” he asked finally, his voice barely above a whisper.

“What are you talking about?” you asked, your brows furrowing in confusion.

“You,” he said, the word escaping him like a confession. He looked up at you, his eye filled with equal parts longing and despair. “I’m talking about you.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and for a moment, you couldn’t speak.

“Obito…” you began, but he cut you off, shaking his head.

“Don’t,” he said, his voice rough. “Don’t say anything. Just let me finish.”

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest.

“I’m not…” He hesitated, swallowing hard. “I’m not the kind of person you deserve. I’m broken, scarred—both inside and out. My past is a mess, and it’s always going to be a part of me. Someone like Genma… he’s better for you. He can give you everything I can’t.”

“Genma?” you repeated, your voice filled with disbelief. “You think this is about Genma?”

“Isn’t it?” he asked, his voice rising with frustration. “I see the way he looks at you, the way he makes you laugh. Everyone else sees it too. They think you two are perfect for each other. And why wouldn’t they? He’s everything I’m not.”

“That’s not true,” you said, stepping closer. “Obito, that’s not true.”

He laughed bitterly, his hands clenching into fists again. “Don’t lie to me,” he said. “I’m not blind. I see the way people look at me. Like I’m a reminder of everything they want to forget. Like I don’t belong.”

“That’s not how I see you,” you said, your voice trembling. “I’ve never seen you that way.”

He looked at you then, really looked at you, his eye searching yours for any hint of deceit. What he found instead was something he hadn’t allowed himself to hope for: sincerity.

“I don’t care about your past,” you said, your voice steady despite the emotion in your chest. “I care about you. The person you are now. The person who’s trying to move forward, even when it’s hard. That’s the person I want to be with.”

His breath hitched, and for a moment, he couldn’t speak.

“You don’t know what you’re saying,” he said finally, his voice shaking.

“I know exactly what I’m saying,” you replied, stepping closer until you were right in front of him. “And I mean every word.”

He looked down at your joined hands, his own trembling slightly. “I’m scared,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m scared of losing you. Of ruining this.”

“You won’t,” you said, your voice soft but firm. “We’ll figure it out together. But you have to let me in.”

For a long moment, he didn’t move. Then, slowly, his hands unclenched, and he let out a shaky breath.

“I’ll try,” he said, his voice raw with emotion.

“That’s all I ask,” you said, smiling softly.

And as the tension between you began to ease, And in that moment, Obito realized that maybe, just maybe, he didn’t have to carry the weight of his past alone anymore. He felt a flicker of hope—a hope he hadn’t allowed himself to feel in years.

After that evening by the stone wall, you could feel the tension slowly melting between you and Obito. It wasn’t immediate—trust, especially when it’s been broken, doesn’t come easily—but the small steps you both took toward each other started to matter.

One afternoon, you found Obito sitting at the edge of the village again, this time not as a place to isolate himself, but to think. You approached him slowly, the familiar weight of silence hanging in the air.

“Mind if I join you?” you asked, your voice gentle.

Obito looked up, surprised, but smiled faintly. “It’s… fine.”

You settled next to him, your shoulders brushing for just a second. It wasn’t much, but it felt like something—something warm.

“You’ve been looking out at the sunset a lot lately,” you commented softly, “Is it peaceful?”

He nodded. “It makes me think.”

“About what?”

“Everything,” he said simply, his gaze on the horizon. “About mistakes. Things I’ve done. Things I could have done differently.”

You nodded, unsure of what to say. “I think… no matter how hard we try, we can’t change the past. We can only learn from it.”

He glanced at you, then, his expression softening. “You’re right,” he said quietly. “But sometimes it’s hard to move on when the past doesn’t want to let go.”

You reached out, your hand resting on his. He stiffened for a moment, but then relaxed, his fingers curling around yours. There was a silent understanding between you, a shared comfort.

As the days passed, you and Obito started to spend more time together—simple moments that became significant. One evening, after a quiet dinner in the village, you suggested a walk. You knew he’d been keeping to himself a lot, and you wanted to give him space to talk, if he wanted to.

The path through the village was lit by lanterns, their soft glow making the night feel peaceful, almost magical.

“You know,” you started, “I never really got a chance to ask you about your past. You’ve been through a lot, haven’t you?”

Obito’s steps faltered, and for a moment, you thought he might pull away. But instead, he stopped walking and turned to face you.

“It’s not a story I like to tell,” he admitted, his voice low. “It’s messy… painful. But I think it’s time you knew.”

You stopped, looking up at him. “I’m not going anywhere, Obito. You can tell me as much or as little as you want. I’m here.”

He let out a shaky breath, his hand gently resting on the back of his neck. “I was once someone different. Before all of this… Before the war. I had dreams, I had friends. But it all fell apart. I became someone I didn’t even recognize.”

You took a step closer, your heart aching for him. “But you’re not that person anymore, Obito. I see you. The real you.”

He met your gaze, and for a moment, his eye softened. “Thank you,” he murmured, voice thick with emotion. “I’ve never had someone look at me like that before.”

Weeks went by, and your bond with Obito continued to deepen, but there were still moments of hesitation. One night, you noticed that he seemed particularly distant during dinner. You weren’t going to let it go this time, not after everything you’d been through.

Afterward, as the two of you sat outside under the stars, you finally spoke.

“Obito, what’s going on?” you asked softly, your voice sincere. “You’ve been pulling away again.”

He sighed deeply, his gaze fixed on the sky. “I don’t know if I’m ready for this… ready for something like this with you.”

“Something like what?”

“A relationship. You deserve someone who can give you everything… I’m not sure I can be that person.”

You reached over, gently brushing your fingers against his. “I don’t need perfection, Obito. I need you. Just you.”

He looked at you, and for the first time, his eyes were completely open. No walls. No hesitations. “I’m scared of hurting you,” he confessed.

“Then don’t,” you whispered. “I’m not asking for you to be perfect. I’m just asking for you to be here with me.”

He nodded slowly, the tension in his shoulders slowly melting. “I’m still learning how to be… better. For you. But I’m trying.”

“I can wait,” you said, your voice unwavering. “As long as you’re trying, that’s all that matters.”

4. Building Trust, One Step at a Time

In the following weeks, your relationship with Obito grew more comfortable. You spent more time in the village together—doing mundane things like walking through the market, sharing small meals, and simply talking. But those moments, those quiet, normal moments, became your favorites.

One afternoon, you found him fixing his cloak by the training grounds. He looked up when he heard you approaching.

“Do you need something?” he asked, his usual guarded expression still there, but with a hint of warmth in his eyes.

“I wanted to thank you,” you said, stepping closer. “For letting me in. For trusting me.”

He blinked in surprise. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know,” you replied. “But I think it’s important. I’m grateful for you, Obito. And for everything we’re building together.”

He smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly. It was a small smile, but one that spoke volumes.

It was a quiet evening again, the two of you sitting side by side beneath the trees in the village. It felt different now, like the bond between you had solidified into something deeper, more meaningful.

Obito turned to you, his expression softer than usual. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you.”

You looked at him, curious. “What is it?”

His voice faltered slightly, the nervousness evident. “Would… would you be willing to let me be your boyfriend?” He didn’t look away, his gaze unwavering despite the vulnerability in his words. “I’m not perfect, and I know I’m not always easy to be around, but I want to try. I want to be with you.”

Your heart swelled in your chest, and for a moment, you could hardly believe it. This was the same Obito who had once pushed you away, the same one who had been so afraid of letting anyone in.

“Yes,” you whispered, your voice full of certainty. “I want that too.”

And just like that, everything shifted. Obito leaned in, closing the distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a soft, lingering kiss—a promise of more to come.

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[sebastiansstea]

Minato x Reader

Cozy Winter Season

|SFW|

Gender neutral

You're sitting on the couch, warm and comfortable, protected by the cold, unforgiving snow of Konoha's winter. Despite your comfort, you feel a small tinge of anxiety.

You wonder if Minato is okay.

It is quite cold outside, especially with all the snow it must be hard for a shinobi to work in such conditions. Your eyes dart to the clock for a moment.

tick... tick... tick...

The sound of the clock's consecutive and rhythmic tick was a reminder of each second Minato did not arrive back home in time. But these thoughts of yours, they're nothing, nothing but thoughts, they aren't always true, and you know that. You remind yourself that it's often that he stays at the Hokage's office this late.

As a few seconds pass by, you unfocused your eyes from the clock and reintroduce your mind into the TV. You listen in to a cheerful show. It seemed to be a Claymation of a reindeer with a shiny red nose, a short and sweet movie.

As snow catches on the windows outside, you start to feel more relaxed. The snow on the window dims the room until you are left with a small few candle lights and the rays of the television.

The scents of the candles filling your nose with a pleasant newly baked cookie smell.

It was quiet...

And Peaceful...

Now, you know somewhere within yourself that he is okay. Shinobis are adept at adjusting to their surroundings, especially the hokage himself. And you knew he would be coming home soon.

Despite your nagging anxiety, you find solace in your thoughts and flop onto your side, your body relaxing as the couch curves to fit your body. Grabbing a pillow from underneath your neck, you position it just right so that it's right under your head.

As you rest, you hear something at the door.

The fumbling of keys, shuffling, and humming. You knew who it was.

It was your lovely Minato, here after a long day of work.

His hands struggled to put the key into the knob. Without even looking at him you knew he must be freezing.

You quickly got up with a small grunt, leaving your cozy and comfortable spot on the couch.

As you walked over to the door, you quickly and gently opened the door. Minato looked up from his keys and smiled happily, excited to see you. You're relieved to see him too as you quickly pulled him inside.

While being pulled in, snow trailed behind him, heaps piled up by the door and the balcony and now into your home.

A cold breeze from the outdoors sends a number of chills down your spine, all you wished for at the moment was Minato and to be cozy and warm with him again.

However, the snow trailing back into the house was none of your concern right now. You felt his cold body against yours and you shivered once again. His hands gently holding you as you brought him inside.

Minato looked down at you with a smile as he spoke in a calm manner.

"Ah- Thank you. I was having trouble opening the door, but I suppose that was because of how cold it is outside."

He chuckled slightly as you started to take off his coat that was covered in clumps of snow. You take your hand and gently rub it against his, letting your thumb glide across the back of his hand as you noticed how cold he was, it was almost incredible that he was able to make it back home without turning into an ice popsicle.

"You're freezing."

You whispered under your breath, sighing a bit.

You were worried for him regardless of if he was fine or not. And his calm manner and gentle demeanor of his was something special, he was so calm and happy all the time even after trudging through the snow to return back home.

"Gosh, Minato. Let me help you, you're freezing."

You urged him, still holding onto his body as you ushered him onto the couch with urgency.

All Minato did was look down at you with loving eyes and a small smile, his gaze filled with nothing but warmth and love as he willingly and quietly sat down on the couch.

"You're so good to me. What would I ever do without you?"

He smiled wider, a sense of comfort filled your heart as you looked at his face, his face turning a slight red from being reintroduced into a warmer environment after being in such a cold area. You couldn't help but smile yourself as you looked deep into his eyes for a few moments.

You grabbed the blanket you had previously been using and wrapped it around Minato's body with care, making sure nothing from his being was left out. All warm and cozy.

But was it enough?

After you ran through a few more blankets and pillows, you turn back to him, realizing how silly this looked.

Minato was absolutely covered in blankets and pillows, making him appear as if he was in a small tent.

"Wow. You've outdone yourself, huh?

He starts to laugh, but he loved how you wrapped him so tightly just to keep him warm, how you cared enough about him to open the door and how you so desperately kept him warm. His content eyes gazing longingly at you with affection.

You've tuckered yourself out...

Though you felt embarrassed by the sheer number of blankets you put on him, you still felt a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth as you tried to hide a smile, your cheeks blooming into a pink color.

You decided this was enough. You lay yourself down onto the couch, seeking comfort in the multiple blankets on the couch as you go under a few, crawling to get to Minato's body. He grips your torso and gently placed you on his chest, rubbing your temples with his cold and rough hands as you both begin to feel the heat of the house consume you.

You never thought you could love someone so much. As corny as it sounded, even in your head, everything you've heard about falling in love was right. This feeling was special, something important and valuable. You looked up at Minato's face, and though he was distracted at first, he noticed you in the corner of his eyes and gazed back down at you. He pulled you up some more and pressed gentle kisses on your forehead, one kiss after another around your face and head.

"You're so sweet."

He whispers, nuzzling your ear teasingly.

You were both happy, letting the warmth of the blankets envelop you completely as you melted into each other.

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End...

[setokaibapetty]

Fic Friday 5 + 1 Roundup: No Meta Knowledge to Speak of

Some more inserts but of people who have limited (or zero) familiarity with the setting they have been reincarnated/transported to.

Mana (Ao3) - "An extremely self-indulgent slow burn Shisui/OC fic in which a woman reborn as a sickly Uchiha girl discovers that this Sharingan thing that everyone raves about isn’t a superpower, it’s a damned congenital disease."

Shoganai (SB) - "My idiot younger brother was going to be Hokage. Not because he actually had the skills or temperament for it, but because he was the protagonist, the world would warp to accommodate his core desire. My job, as I saw it, was to live my own goddamn life, and make sure that when the curtain closed and the plot armor doffed, he wouldn't simply fuck up the job."

Naruto and Katsuo are Friends (AO3) - "One of the other boys at the orphanage remembers just enough of a past life to see Naruto as a cute kid in need of looking after. Growing up with a brother figure watching his back, Naruto isn't a desperate, love-starved, illiterate weapon ready-made for authority to wield. Some people in Konoha aren't very happy about that..."

The Winning Move (AO3) - "When Alistair appeared in the world of A Song of Ice and Fire, he knew impressively little about the world, its plot, the characters, and, really, anything useful."

parting is all we know of heaven (AO3) - "This second life of hers has been violent, depressing, and altogether fucked up. Adding the world's most pathetic mafia boss along with the scariest baby in existence probably isn't going to fix things. (But damn if it isn't entertaining.)"

Bonus: My next life as a Clone Trooper (AO3) - "So, here’s the thing, I haven’t actually watched any of the Star Wars movies. In fact, the only reason I even knew I was in said franchise was because of the laser sticks. But hey! Even though I’ve been reincarnated as a child soldier to fight in a war for a Republic with a rather sus moral ideology, it doesn’t really have to mean anything bad for me personally! I mean, the Jedi seem like chill space monks. All I’ve got to do is survive this kriffing war and everything will be fine…"

[kageofthehiddenmist]

Dash Commentary

[ic][open?][drabble?] We just don't know. See tags for instructions.

"Ara ara ♥... what a catch," Mizukage Terumi Mei said.

The double doors of her office banged against the walls, as two jounin from Border Control dragged in a limp body. They tossed it in front of her ancient desk. The body slid, then came to a halt in the center of the office.

The Mizukage's assistant, Ao, sorted through a stack of reports and didn't intend to get involved. Mei paid him a glance, then she stood up.

"I will have a look at what prize you boys dragged in," she said. She rounded her desk. "Where did you catch the little rat?"

"Cargo ship to Konoha, ma'am. He was among the vermin."

The lady Mizukage put her shoe against the captive's shoulder, and flipped him onto his back. Once the cloak slid down, she saw his hair was like straw. And he wore a red scarf, and white armour. The ANBU mask was as tattletale as his scarf.

She squatted down. "And the mask?"

"It's still Tobirama Senju-grade, ma'am. Careful. Can't remove it without blowing up the head and setting everything ablaze."

She knew that. Her red nail ticked against the mask. Tick, tick, tick. "What are you?"

"An ANBU from Konoha, ma'am," said the officer on the left, and the officer on the right quickly filled in: "A sparrow, ma'am."

"Sparrow, mm?"

The captive remained unconscious as she ran her finger down over the beak. She said thoughtfully:

"Konoha ANBU are prideful, they often employ members of the high clans. Straw hair.... so there's a heightened chance this one is a Senju or Yamanaka or Akamichi.

"Sparrows are flighty birds. This foreign combatant isn't a tank or DPS, not even an assist. He's most likely a scout or information-gatherer that does medium-distance communication with spies. His clothes are dirty, his pouches are empty, which means he was on his way out..." So there's even more information leaks.

Then she stood up with a smile and a hand confidently on her hip. "Would you care to help a lady out?" The question was an order in disguise and everyone knew that. "Take him down below, give him to the DM. The dungeon master will know to strip-search him and put him in chakra mittens. Thank you. Good work."

Once they were out, they closed the double door.

Mei went to the double doors, opened them, and she turned to Ao.

"Ao? Send in Yapper from International Relations. She and I will write up a message to Hell's Capitol to let the devils know we caught one of their spawn."

"Birds of a feather, flock together. Do you think Oriole is involved?" he asked.

"I'm keeping that option open," she said grimly. "Does Konoha currently keep any of our people prisoner?"

"No, as far as we know the kill-before-capture strategy has been flawless." Ao answered.

"Good, we have four of theirs now. With the Sparrow, this makes five. Five is a good number. Let's see if I can finally get a high-ranking devil at my dinner table~"

"Do you want to invite the Hokage?"

She shook her head. "No. That is too high-profile. I want someone who I can bargain with. Someone who can go home as a changed man."

Ao offered: "You can consider Commander Shimura of Administration, or Commander Hatake of ANBU, or Commander Morino, Jiraiya of the Sannin, or perhaps a clan leader?"

"Shimura is unmarried, right?"

"Our spies suspect he has regular meetings with the Senju princess who broke Lord Second's hand."

The Lady Mizukage cursed like a sailor under her breath, and then she smiled.

"Let's see who will show up, shan't we? If they leave Sparrow behind, we can do to him whatever we want. I suggest we turn him into a breeding stallion, and then in twelve years, we give Konoha a taste of their own bloodline limit."

Ao rarely heard her speak with such a scary happy voice. He did knot like that. She was quite intimidating. "Ma'am, you're raising your voice too high. It's inappropri-"

She smiled. Then she closed the open doors. On a lower voice, she said: "This time, I wanted the spies to overhear. They'll get antsy, and move, and make mistakes."

Ao was quiet.

She said: "Be a dear and send the ANBU Commander after we're done talking. I want the ANBU to cross-comb the city so find out whom exactly Sparrow talked to. And if any civilian or bureaucrat dares to suddenly go on an 'emergency holiday', we will set our Hunter-nins on them. We have five prisoners now. Let's up those numbers. Ten. Fifteen. Fifty. I want this city as tidy as a geisha's hair. A single woman always cleans her house before an esteemed guest arrives."

She didn't hold Konoha in high regard. But she was a lady looking for marriage. And in the affairs of bachelor love, one can't predict their future audience!

[nidaiime]

@shinobinvku sent:

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# edgeplay﹕  sender  tells  receiver  not  to  come  until  they’re  allowed .

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         THE PULSE ROARED IN HIS EARS. Tobirama groaned in pleasure as Chitose peeled off his shirt, revealing his wide, toned, pale chest. A reddish hue marred his torso as the blood rushed furiously to the surface of his skin, engulfing him in heat he rarely felt. Her hands traced the lines of his muscles, pushing him closer to the edge; to let all out.

       Chitose leaned down to kiss him, her lips soft and inviting, pulling his between her teeth in a teasing bite. Tobirama's groans only grew louder as he returned the kiss with the same fervour, his hands travelling all over her body, unsure were to rest. He could taste her on his tongue as they kissed, their bodies moving in perfect synchronization, sliding against each other in hot sweat.

       Tobirama reached up to pull her dress off, revealing her luscious curves. The Senju could hardly resist running his hands over her body, feeling the smoothness of her skin, the dip in her waist, the strong, powerful musles that pulled taut as she writhed on top of him.

       “Beautiful,” he murmured, leaning up to take one nipple into his mouth, teasing the hardened nub with the point of his tongue. She let out a keen, a quiet sound from the back of her throat when he lightly bit down. 

       Tobirma's mind clouded over, nothing registered except her heat surrounding his cock as Chitose moved her hips in circular movements that drove him crazy with lust. He could only groan in pleasure. They moved together in a frenzy of desire.

       The wolf felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge, and he knew he couldn't hold on much longer. With one final thrust, he—

       Chitose pushed herself up and off his aching cock, the pleasure disappearing in an instant.

       “—what...?” he breathed out, chest moving with each harsh pull of air. “What are you doing?” he asked, closing his eyes shut in agony. His breathing stuttered as he tried to regain back his thoughts.

       Her response was only a smirk, as she leaned forward to lick a long strip from the base of his cock to its head. Not enough to push him over the edge. Climax was just around the corner and she chose to torture him.

       “Please,” he whispered, moving his hand to bring pleasure to himself, to soothe that aching itch, only for her to pin them over his head.

       “No,” she whispered, eyeing him from her position at his legs,

       He could easily break away from her grip, overpower her and take his pleasure. But this...this promised a much nicer climax, an explosion of pleasure he knew was to come. “Please,” he urged again, thursting his hips upwards for any friction. 

       Moving away at the last second, Chitose slid forward, sitting on his stomach, just above his neglected cock. “You do not come until I say so.” 

       Tobirama's head burrowed into the soft pillow beneath him. He watched in fascination as she moved slightly with his chest and abdomen as they expanded with each breath. He could enjoy this.

[rainbowfey]

Day 1: Magic

This is written for @madatobiweek.

Madara shielded his face with his arm while hurrying along a dimly lit street, the ice-cold rain piercing the sleeve of his jacket like a myriad of tiny needles. He growled when his foot slipped in yet another puddle, almost sending him to the ground. He barely managed to keep his balance but he felt the water soak through his shoe, feeling like as if his foot was only seconds away from turning into an ice cube. Madara cursed under his breath and quickened his pace even more, sending a hint of chakra into his feet so that he wouldn’t stumble again. The sky had already looked rather dark when he had entered the training ground but he hadn’t expected a downpour like the world was about to end. Wind was howling through the empty streets of Konoha, rustling the trees between the houses aggressively until they were swaying like monsters preparing to attack.

Madara shook his head and ducked when he heard yet another loud crack, followed by a thud when the broken branch hit the ground only a couple steps away from him. If the storm decided to rage even a bit more furiously, falling branches wouldn’t be the only thing Madara had to worry about. He risked a peek at the closest roof from under his arm but he didn’t see any shingles trembling just yet. He sighed and rushed around a corner – when he suddenly hit something big. With a muffled yelp, someone stumbled backwards while Madara desperately tried to keep his footing. When he had caught his balance again, he angrily looked at the person who was straightening their clothes where they had bumped into each other. The other person looked up and Madara felt a wave of contempt washing over him when he noticed the red markings on a pale face.

“You,” he hissed without thinking, his eyes narrowing at the unwelcome sight.

Tobirama Senju’s face twisted with repulsion when he recognized who he had run into. “Ah,” he said in a voice that sounded like as if he had stepped into something particularly gross. “Madara.”

Madara felt his anger grow at this disrespectful tone. Out of all the people that lived in this village, of course the only other one outside in the rain was the most insufferable person imaginable. “You should better watch where you’re going,” he growled, staring at Tobirama. “Or else you might one day have an … accident.”

Tobirama furrowed an eyebrow and looked up at him with undisguised scorn. “As if you stood any chance against me,” he spit out, a sardonic smile playing around his lips. “It’ll be a cold day in hell when I get scared of a jackass like you.”

Madara clenched his fists. The only thing keeping him from bashing Tobirama’s head in was the fact that it would be hard to explain to Hashirama why he had murdered his brother. Especially since Hashirama was the Hokage and probably wouldn’t take it easy if he followed through with his fury. Instead, he forced an unfazed expression to his face and stared at Tobirama unblinkingly. “This doesn’t mean much from a person who’s too stupid to know what’s good for him,” he said calmly while raging internally. “Just you wait, Senju.”

Tobirama shrugged, his eyes full of disgust. “Go spew your bullshit somewhere else, Madara. Maybe you’ll find someone who’s willing to listen to your stammer.”

And before Madara could come up with an appropriate retribution, Tobirama had already walked past him, boldly jostling him in the process. Madara’s hand darted to his pocket which was filled with shuriken but he stopped himself just in time. From the corner of his eye, he saw Tobirama’s ghost like figure disappearing behind the corner he had just turned.

It took Madara a moment to collect himself again. His whole body felt like it had been set ablaze and he gritted his teeth, Tobirama’s scornful smile still fully present in his mind. He didn’t even remember when or how their feud had started but what he did know was that each of their encounters brought him closer to ambushing Tobirama and giving him the whipping he deserved. Over the past couple of months, they had had a handful of fights disguised as training sessions and each of them had only fueled Madara’s disdain for him even more. Tobirama was not only an insufferable person but he was also keen on playing foul, gloating over his own strength whenever one of his insidious strategies had worked. But the worst of it all was Tobirama’s contemptuous smile whenever he thought he had the upper hand.

Madara clenched his fists so hard that his nails dug into his skin. Only when he felt the sharp pain, he forcefully released his grip. This prick wasn’t worth the air he was breathing – and standing in the rain fuming also didn’t bring him closer to his own place. Thus, he set himself in motion again, heading for his place with big, aggressive steps. The rain kept coming down hard, washing against his body like a surge of icy water and a shiver ran down his spine. It was about time that he got home and changed into some dry clothes.

Madara tried to banish the thoughts about his fiend from his mind and fixed his gaze on the hazy shadow of a house at the end of the street. He would’ve recognized its silhouette everywhere. Like a silent threat, his house loomed over the other buildings of the street, its dark color seeming to devour all of the twilight that was left around it until it appeared to be a bottomless shadow. Madara smiled at the thought and he finally felt some of his tension fade away. When he was halfway there, he broke into a sprint, dashing through the heavy rainfall, water splashing from the puddles he stepped into. The closer he got to his place, the more it felt like as if the rain started pouring even worse, almost like as if someone or rather something wanted to quicken his steps, chasing him away from the outsides, luring him to the supposed safety of his home in the process.

Madara shook his head at this menacing thought and jumped over an enormous puddle right in front of his house. He climbed the slippery steps and already fumbled for his keys, when he noticed something strange. His doorstep was still dry, protected by the meager porch roof that barely even covered the steps. But in this small dry spot lay a narrow wooden box. Madara paused and stared at it. It was rather flat and not much bigger than the palm of his hand. The wood was entirely untouched by the rain but the tiny hinges seemed worn. He could see hints of silver between the scratches and tears and he was fairly sure that this box hadn’t been here when he had left his house earlier that day. He glanced at the empty, now almost entirely dark street but he couldn’t make out any movement or trace of someone having been there.

A sudden gust of wind made him shudder and he shrugged. He would surely find out eventually who left the box there. Madara grabbed the wooden box and noticed absentmindedly that it felt surprisingly heavy when he finally fumbled his keys out of pocket and unlocked his front door. He stepped over the threshold and for a moment, his body started trembling. A bit confused he paused but after a moment he concluded that it must have been due to the warmth of his house engulfing him and driving off the unhospitable weather behind him. With another shrug, he closed the door behind him and set the wooden box down on a cupboard next to his coatrack. With cold, stiff fingers he pried his jacket open and slipped out of it. Next were his shoes that he carelessly shoved into a corner where they would slowly dry without making a mess.

He sighed in relief when he had finally gotten rid of his wet clothes but he quickly noticed that his sweater and pants also felt rather damp. With an annoyed grown, he went up the stairs and grabbed a dry change of clothes, quickly putting them on and throwing his damp clothes into the hamper in his bathroom. Afterwards, he walked down the stairs, feeling a lot more comfortable now. He was about to head for his kitchen when he caught a glimpse of the wooden box that forlornly sat on his cupboard. Now that he wasn’t out in the pouring rain anymore, the box started to pique his interest. It was fairly odd for him to find something on his doorstep that he hadn’t known about before. Sure enough, sometimes Hashirama made a joke out of sending him random stuff but this didn’t seem to be the case this time since Hashirama had been on an extended mission for almost a week now. This did pose the question who had left it for him to find – and why.

Madara carefully lifted the box and this time he noticed how heavy it felt. If he had closed his eyes, he would have thought he had just picked up a flat stone, not a wooden box. His curiosity grew and he decided that the kitchen could wait. Instead, he carried the box to his living room and sat down on his sofa, the box in his lap. He switched on the lamp that sat next to his sofa and examined the box thoroughly. Now that he was out of the rain, he noticed the fine cut of the box. Its edges were soft, almost like as if countless hands had wandered over them. He noticed that the box didn’t have a lock and when he carefully lifted the lid, the box opened with a faint clicking sound.

Madara’s eyes widened when the lid revealed black velvet that filled the wooden box. He carefully grabbed one edge of the velvet and tugged at it. To his surprise, it gave way immediately – revealing a brilliant silver amulet. Madara held his breath and marveled at the delicate ornaments which formed a wheel around an obsidian in the middle of the amulet. Everything around him seemed to fade away when he examined the amulet, mesmerized by its beauty. The obsidian attracted his gaze and he leaned over it, staring into the black abyss that seemed to deepen with every second he looked at it. But somewhere deep down, seemingly at the bottom of it, he noticed a faint light. Madara leaned closer and closer until his face was almost touching the amulet. His body started feeling lighter and the world around him became quiet, the sound of the rain pattering against his windows drowned out by the all-embracing silence that had befallen his house. The light deep down in the obsidian started dancing and somewhere in the depths of his mind, Madara heard a faint voice calling for him, beckoning him to come closer.

“I’m coming,” he murmured to himself, his gaze lost in the abyss growing in front of him. As if in a trance, he slowly lifted his hand until it hovered directly above the amulet. The voice took on an urging tone, luring him in, growing louder with each second. And just when Madara felt like someone was standing directly behind him, his finger touched the amulet, grazing the obsidian in its middle.

Something surged through his body and his limbs started trembling violently. His eyes widened in horror and his mouth opened but the scream suffocated in his throat. He started seizing and choking on his own gasps for air. The world around him grew dim and shadows formed in the corners of the living room, closing in on him. His whole body shook and he desperately tried to move but something had taken over. Madara screamed silently when the world fell back, the abyss engulfing him.

And all at once, he was calm again. His body stopped trembling and he took a deep breath and then another one. After a moment, Madara glanced down at his hands that were still holding the amulet. And slowly, very slowly, a faint smile curled his lips.

[madaras-tits]

For the Naruto asks, do the questions 2, 11, 23 and 26

thanks for the ask mootie <33

2. Favorite Team

Team Minato for sure. They make me go actually insane like fdhnsofndslsf I can't think about them for too long or else I go fucking crazy. There's genuinely so much to say about them, the tragedy, the parallels, hdfgfhdigf

11. Favorite Technique

This might be recency bias, but since I've been rewatching Naruto classic, I have to go with Kimimaro's bone technique. It's a little gross but it's so cool???? Like I really love the idea, if naruto was made for an older audience kimimaro's bone shit could've been vile. Haku's ice mirrors are a close second, along with many others like Kamui and Amaterasu

23. Who is the best Hokage?

Either Tsunade or Kakashi. Tsunade just pulled an ass card, since she didn't even want to be Hokage and when she did become Hokage, the Akatsuki was on the rise and trying to fuck everything over. Considering all that, she did a really good job of keeping everything in check and not causing even worse escalation imo. I'll also go with Kakashi, since once Naruto finally became Hokage, Konoha was already a fully modernized village and had great relationships with the other villages, which I think can be attributed to not only Naruto, but Kakashi as well.

26. Which character do you want to be your teacher and why?

I wanted to pick Madara first but then I realized that he'd probably just call me weak and beat my ass, so I guess Kurenai or Gai. Kurenai seemed to be a great teacher who had a genuine connection with her students and cared about them and Gai was just a great sensei overall imo. Like how he waited for an extra year before sending his students to the chunin exams. It shows that he's attentive and knows how strong his students are, and knows what's best for them.

[narasnooze]

@009720kakashi cont. x

Shikamaru had rolled his eyes and sighed at the sight of Kakashi snoozing away so peacefully when he'd stepped inside the Hokage's office, carrying a small tray with ice'd tea. "You have got to be kidding me..." He said, mostly to himself since there was nobody else around to hear him, and the man he worked for... could be dead, for all he knew.

He had put the tray down on the desk and pondered for a moment before smirking. He had shamelessly, and childishly, fished up a cube of ice from the cold beverage and placed it on the exposed skin on the back of Kakashi's neck. The very next second, Shikamaru's eyes were wide as ever and he didn't dare breathe at first.

"...Well, I'm glad to see you still got your excellent reflexes." he exhaled out once the knife was removed, then he took Kakashi's offered hand and was pulled up, adjusting his vest the moment he was on his feet.

"You shouldn't be drooling all over these, you know. You can sleep in your bed. And––" He tried reaching for the book, "––that indecent book can be left on your nightstand..!"

[narutostore]

What is Ninjutsu?

Ninjutsu is a term used to describe a wide range of techniques and skills used by ninja in the Naruto series. One of the key components of ninjutsu is the use of special techniques called "Ninjutsu no Jutsu," or ninja arts. These techniques are often unique to individual ninja or ninja clans and may require specialized training or abilities to use effectively.

In the world of Naruto, Ninjutsu techniques can be divided into several categories. One of the most well-known categories is Kekkei Genkai, which refers to genetic traits that allow users to perform unique techniques. Examples of Kekkei Genkai include the Sharingan, Byakugan, and Rinnegan.

Another category of Ninjutsu techniques is Elemental Ninjutsu, which involves the manipulation of the five basic elements: earth, water, fire, wind, and lightning. This category includes techniques like Fire Style Jutsu and Water Style Jutsu.

Other categories of Ninjutsu techniques include Genjutsu, which involves mental manipulation and illusions, and Taijutsu, which is a form of hand-to-hand combat that does not rely on the use of chakra.

Ninjutsu techniques are often critical to the success of the characters in the Naruto series. They are used in a variety of situations, from combat to infiltration and espionage. The use of Ninjutsu is also a key part of the series' overall themes, exploring the idea of power and the ethical implications of using it for various purposes.

Hydrokinesis: Hydrokinesis is a ninjutsu that involves the element of water. Most Hydrokinesis techniques require a source of water to be available in order to be performed, which can come from any body of water such as a pond or a lake.

In addition, some master ninjas of Hydrokinesis may not be dependent on a water source and can create water from their own bodies to use for their ninjutsu, such as Hoshigaki Kisame and the Second Hokage. Aside from using water for offensive or defensive purposes, Hydrokinesis users can create clones of themselves from water.

According to the Five Elements theory, the water element can easily extinguish fire (the fire element). When combined with the wind and lightning elements, the power of Hydrokinesis is greatly increased. However, Hydrokinesis will be suppressed by Earth techniques in actual combat. Hydrokinesis is also one of the basic elements used to create Bloodline Limits such as Ice Release, Vapor Release, and Wood Release

Earth Release: As the name suggests, Earth Release is a ninjutsu that involves the element of earth, typically used by ninjas from the Hidden Rock Village. Users of Earth Release will manipulate chakra to control the earth for defensive or offensive purposes. Additionally, they can use Earth Release to move through rock and soil, or to create tunnels and move underground. Some Earth techniques can even alter the properties of earth, making it as hard as metal or as malleable as clay.

Unlike Hydrokinesis, Earth Release users do not require an existing source of earth and can create earth themselves. In the Five Elements theory, earth counters

water but is weak against lightning. Therefore, opponents should use Lightning

Release techniques to suppress Earth Release. In Naruto, Earth Jutsu often involves the use of the Seal of the Boar when performing the technique.

Earth Release is also one of the basic elements used to create Bloodline Limits such as Mud Release, Wood Release, and the Particle Style.

Fire Release: Fire Release, also known as "Katon" in the Naruto universe, is a powerful elemental ninjutsu used by ninja of the Leaf Village, especially the Uchiha clan. By increasing the temperature of their chakra, ninja can manipulate flames for both offensive and defensive purposes. Fire Release is particularly effective at medium to long-range attacks, causing widespread damage. The technique is usually initiated with the "Ram" hand seal.

Advanced ninja are capable of creating variations of Fire Release techniques, such as Sasuke's Fire Release: Phoenix Sage Fire Technique or Jiraiya's combining of oil and Gamabunta's oil with his Fire Release: Flame Bullet technique to create the Fire Release: Great Flame Bullet. Fire Release becomes even more powerful when combined with Wind Release, increasing its range and damage. However, it is vulnerable to being extinguished by Water Release techniques.

Fire Release is also an essential component of certain powerful bloodline limits, such as Scorch Release, Blaze Release, and the selective bloodline limit: the Blaze Release: Susanoo Kagutsuchi.

Lightning Release

The Lightning Release is a ninjutsu technique that creates an electric current by increasing the vibrational frequency of chakra within the body. The lightning-based attacks are characterized by their incredible speed and the ability to pierce through solid objects in an instant. A target hit by a Lightning Release technique will be paralyzed and easily susceptible to follow-up attacks, potentially even fatal ones. This type of ninjutsu is especially prevalent among the ninja of the Hidden Cloud Village.

Lightning Release is often combined with weapons to infuse them with chakra, increasing their sharpness and destructive power.

Lightning Release is stronger than Earth Release but is weaker against Wind Release. When combined with Water Release, the Lightning Release creates a formidable power.

Wind-style ninjutsu: Users of Wind Release can manipulate chakra to create sharp, blade-like gusts of wind for both offensive and defensive purposes.

Wind Release is also the rarest element among the five basic elements. It is typically used for short and mid-range attacks, and ninjas can also infuse chakra into weapons to increase their range and power. If classified by strength and difficulty, the jutsu in Naruto is divided into 6 ranks:

E-rank: The most basic jutsu for academy students, such as the Transformation Technique (Kawarimi no Jutsu), Clone Technique (Bunshin no Jutsu), and Naruto's Sexy Technique (Sexy no Jutsu).

D-rank: A more advanced jutsu than E-rank, usually used by Genin, such as the Body Flicker Technique (Shunshin no Jutsu). D-rank jutsu is often one of the first techniques a ninja will learn after leaving the academy.

C-rank: Jutsu for mid-level ninja (Chuunin), notable C-rank jutsu in Naruto include Zabuza's Water Clone Technique (Mizu Bunshin no Jutsu), Ino's Mind Transfer Technique (Shintenshin no Jutsu), Naruto's Toad Oil Bullet (Kawazu Tataki), and Sasuke's Fire Style: Dragon Flame Jutsu (Katon: Ryūka no Jutsu).

B-rank: Usually requires high-level technique and large chakra reserves, only Chuunin or Jounin-level ninja can use B-rank jutsu. Examples of B-rank jutsu in Naruto include Konan's Dance of the Shikigami (Shikigami no Mai), A's Hell Stab (Jigokuzuki), Jiraiya's Needle Jizo (Hari Jizou), and Dokugiri's Poison Mist (Dokugiri).

A-rank: High-level jutsu that is usually only used by Jonin and Kage, some A-rank jutsu are also classified as forbidden techniques because of their danger. Examples include Naruto's Giant Rasengan (Ōdama Rasengan), Jiraiya's Earth Style: Swamp of the Underworld (Doton: Yomi Numa), and Kakashi's Chidori.

S-rank: S-rank jutsu in Naruto are techniques with incredible power and are considered to be secret arts. They can only be used by the person who created them, such as Naruto's Rasenshuriken and Guy's Night Guy (Yagai).

The list above provides a comprehensive breakdown of the various jutsu classifications in Naruto. The ninja universe is brimming with unique and inventive techniques that have helped maintain the popularity of Naruto over the years. If you're a Naruto enthusiast, don't forget to check out our Naruto Store at

[nidaiime]

        TOBIRAMA DECIDED TO HUMOUR HER. "Verily, I must confess that a swift assault would indeed invigorate me to a greater extent than a surreptitious strike," he conceded, gracing her with a faint smile that bespoke an intimacy reserved solely for kin.

        With a gentle pat upon the seat beside him, he extended an invitation to the tempestuous kunoichi, accompanied by the words, "I implore you, do join me." Such an overture conveyed an enduring welcome, a perpetual embrace extended exclusively to her.

        Though lacking the gift of clairvoyance, Tobirama possessed an innate ability to discern the tumultuous currents of her ruminations with remarkable acuity, gleaned from the subtle interplay of emotions etched upon her face and the restless chakra that flickered just beneath the surface. With genuine concern marking his features, he inquired, "Pray tell, what plagues your spirit?" Should it be something that fell within the realm of his capacity to alleviate, he promised not to permit her to return home burdened in such a manner.

        "Though my expertise in dispensing counsel may not be unparalleled, I must confess..." he cast a furtive gaze around their surroundings, creating an atmosphere of conspiracy, "...your father often sought my counsel during our youth."

She had been about to leave her perch when he called out to her, having set her eyes on different hiding-spot. But it seemed the moment had passed.

“Is there anything you are in need of, Maeko?”

The question made her pause, and a muscle to play in her jaw. With well practiced movement, she maneuvered herself through the tree, before swinging down and landing lightly at the base of its trunk. "Is keeping you on your toes not enough reason, uncle?" She ventured an easy smile and a few steps towards the bench. "But since that failed, I suppose I was hoping I could join your company, for a little while." It had become one of the worse parts. When she for one reason or another couldn't fill her day with training, the more intense the better, restlessness and the solitude would consume her. Her father. Busy. Her mother. Busy. Her older brother. Busy. Hell even little Kichiro was busy and would be even more so when he'd start the academy! As for the rest of the Senju, unless she had the desire to spend time with the very youngest then the same frustrating fact applied. Busy. It was driving her insane. "Please?"

[prince-everhard]

Weekly Oneshot Challenge - week 2

Title: Assessment Rating: gen Fandom: Naruto Word count: 723 Summary: It’s guest lecture day at the academy, and Sakura surprises herself.

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There was a jounin in the classroom when they came back from lunch. Sakura tried not to stare too blatantly as she hurried to her seat. Visiting jounin usually meant a guest lecture and Sakura secretly loved guest lectures. Not that there was anything wrong with Iruka-sensei! He was warm and encouraging and didn’t make her feel awkward for staying after class to ask for extra reference texts to study. 

But a jounin… even her parents hadn’t made jounin. Hearing about what it meant to be a ninja from someone who’d made it that far was exciting. Sakura could admit to herself, secretly, that she wanted to be a jounin. That even more than the other kids not teasing her, even more than getting Sasuke-kun’s attention, she wanted to be a jounin one day so badly she could taste it.

Iruka-sensei cleared his throat as the last of her classmates filed in and took their seats. “Class, please welcome Yuuhi-san to our classroom today.”

“Welcome, Yuuhi-san!”

The jounin- Yuuhi-san- smiled at all of them. Sakura blinked a couple of times. She was so pretty. Pretty and a jounin! What a great role model; Sakura couldn’t help but think that she was even prettier than Ino-chan.

Iruka scowled at the class until the whispers that had erupted at her smile subsided. Once the class was quiet again, he continued, “If you recall, last week we were covering genjutsu and how to recognize them. Yuuhi-san here is one of Konoha’s lead genjutsu experts, and has very kindly volunteered to share with us the practical applications of genjutsu in the field...”

If she hadn’t been paying attention so closely, Sakura wasn’t even sure she would have noticed. But as Iruka-sensei continued to talk, she felt as if something wasn’t quite right. Even as Yuuhi-san took over and started explaining how genjutsu could be used in infiltration, some weird sense still settled over Sakura. Like a fine dew or a gauzy blanket. Sakura couldn’t explain the feeling, precisely, but she knew that something wasn’t right.

Ignoring Yuuhi-san’s lecture was hard. Harder than it should have been. But Sakura tuned it out all the same and tried to remember what the textbook had said about genjutsu. She could picture the text in her mind. Carefully, she pulled her fingers into the ram seal and focused on her chakra. Carefully, she paused her chakra flow just for a brief second.

It felt like a bucket of ice water had been poured over her, and Sakura was embarrassed at the yelp that she let out. Looking around the classroom, she noticed that no one else seemed to have heard her. In fact, everyone but Shikamaru (who was, as typical, sleeping) was still looking forward intently at Yuuhi-san and Iruka-sensei. What baffled Sakura in this scenario was that Yuuhi-san wasn’t lecturing. She was instead holding a folder in her hands that she may have been looking at with Iruka-sensei before Sakura’s outburst.

“Oh?” Yuuhi-san looked from Sakura to Iruka-sensei, then back to Sakura. “She broke out of it on her own?”

Iruka-sensei looked confused but proud, and Sakura ducked her head. “Sakura is currently our only student who has been assessed as a genjutsu-type.”

Footsteps were coming her way. Sakura looked back up in time to see Yuuhi-san leaning down over her desk. “Sakura, was it?” Sakura nodded, feeling strangely tongue-tied. “Breaking out of my genjutsu was pretty impressive. You may have a real talent for this kind of thing, if you think that's something you’d like to pursue.”

“Yuuhi-san, the minimum age for apprenticeship is-”

“I know, Iruka.” Yuuhi-san smiled at her even as Sakura’s mind reeled at the implications of the exchange. Yuuhi-san wanted her, Sakura, as an apprentice? “Just as I know how to petition Hokage-sama for an exception. There are precious few genjutsu masters in Konoha as it is. A genjutsu type not beholden to a clan? That’s more than a diamond in the rough. It’s a once-in-a-career kind of opportunity.”

There was precious little in their textbooks about apprenticeships, but Sakura still saw this jounin standing before her and she saw her own chance to achieve her dream. “Yuuhi-san?” Both Iruka-sensei and Yuuhi-san looked at her expectantly. Sakura bowed her head low and proper. “If you’ll have me, I would be honored to learn from you.”

[fox-mother]

@zankouu​ liked for a starter.

The boy had been fighting with Naruto again and this time it had gotten out of hand. She needed to address his behaviour now before it gets worse, but she was struggling to come up with a way to express what she is intending on saying. So here she is, perched on her desk with him in a chair in front of her. “I hope you realise why you’re here, Sasuke-kun. I do not like punishing you but your recent behaviour has become a cause for concern. Fighting within the boundaries of the village to the degree which you did is a punishable offence,” The Hokage sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose before she continues, “So, your team and yourself will be required to complete up to 30 D-Rank missions within the village. You will all be prohibited from leaving the village or taking part in the upcoming chunin exams as well.”

[thehighpriestess1]

Are we close enough?

Part 1

Summary : Emotionally stunted reader and Kakashi

Warning : Use of profanity

Pakun looked up with lazy eyes at his boss pacing around the living room. "I should have asked her for dinner!". Kakashi groaned as he stopped and ran his hand through his hair. "Yes". Pakun said before resting his head on his paws. Kakashi sat on the couch and closed his eyes.

Both of you reached the gates of Konoha just as sun was about to set for the day. You kept thinking about the mission and how soft Kakashi's hand felt on your face. You shook your head to shrug off that thought. It was wrong of you to think about your friend this way when Kakashi had barely mentioned anything... He was just concerned for his friend. "Do you have plans for the evening?". You asked him as you left the hokage tower after submitting the report. Kakashi stayed silent for few seconds staring ahead. "Yes". You nodded your head and fixed your gaze to the ground. "Alright then. See you around hatake". You waved and went the opposite direction.

You walked along the aisle going through the list in your hand. The worst part of having long missions was that you had to clear your refrigerator and re stock it again. You sighed as you put the last item in your cart and pushed it towards the checkout. Before you could turn towards the checkout counter your cart crashed against someone. "Shit! I'm sorry!". Your gaze travelled from the foot of the cart to the familiar white hair. Kakashi gave you a closed eye smile as he rubbed the back of his neck. "it's alright". You smiled politely at him and began walking next to him. "This is your plan for the evening?". Kakashi asked side eyeing the ice cream tub in your cart. "Ummmm yeah you can say so...".

Both of you walked out of the store and Kakashi insisted on carrying your bags for you. You looked at him walk next to you and realised why so many men and women fawned over him. He was a complete gentleman on top of being an exceptional shinobi. You saw a women wave in his direction and Kakashi returning her greetings with a smile. You maintained the polite smile to hide the unsettling feeling in your stomach. "Did you eat dinner?". Kakashi asked hesitantly.

"Not yet". Kakashi pressed his lips together under the mask to hide his smile. He was a proud smooth talker but everytime he was with you his words and wits betrayed him. He knew this was a good chance to ask you out and he had to be extremely careful.

"This is my place. I can take it from here". You said nervously. Kakashi snapped out of his daze and realised that he took a little too long to form the right words. "Right. Here you go". He said giving you your bags. "I eat dinner".

"Huh?". You stared at him and Kakashi wished for the ground to swallow him. "Good. You should eat dinner. I guess that why you're in such good shape...I mean health! You're in good health! Ha ha stay healthy! See you later". You laughed nervously and went inside.

Kakashi stood there frozen staring at your gate. "You're hopeless boss". Kakashi blinked slowly and looked down at the pug. "I know".

-X-

Kakashi bumped into you again new days later at another shinobi's wedding. "Hi". You turned around to see Kakashi standing in an all Navy blue suit. "Hi! You look good". Kakashi gave you a closed eye smile. He wanted to compliment you but no words could describe how perfect you looked to him in your yellow sundress. "You .. look fine too". You nodded as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "Are you here with someone?". You asked taking a sip from your wine glass.

"No".

"Didn't find a date or the girl refuses?". Kakashi chuckled at your teasing voice. "Didn't find one".

"I don't believe that. The Kakashi Hatake didn't find a date?".

"Why is that hard to believe?".

"You have to be the most clueless person in all of Konoha if you have to ask that question Hatake". Kakashi squinted his eyes at you but then shrugged it off. "What about you?". His heart thumped in his chest waiting for your response.

"I came with Genma". Kakashi's eyes widened and then he frowned looking at Genma standing at a distance. "Everything okay?". You asked following his gaze. "Genma asked you of all the people?". Kakashi raised an eyebrow and your heart dropped to your stomach.

"I know I am not the best looking one of the lot but come on Hatake that's rude". You couldn't meet his eyes anymore and decided to fix your gaze on the ground instead.

Kakashi didn't understand what you meant. He was shocked Genma asked you because Genma was the one who pushed him to talk to you. But then it hit him. "No! Y/n no. I didn't mean that. I meant... I just-".

"It's alright.. I understand Genma has a slightly different type. Sorry if I made it awkward". You smiled trying to diffuse the situation. "No. I should be the one apologising. You are beautiful y/n and any guy would be lucky to be your date". You chuckled at him. "If you really want me to forgive you then you'll have to bear the punishment". You cocked you head to the side and smiled at him. "Anything you want".

"Ask me to dance with you".

"Y/n L/n will you have this dance with me?". Kakashi asked bringing his hand forward. You smiled and took his hand. "Gladly".

You swayed together to the song standing a little closer than most of the couples. You could feel the warmth of his hand deep into your skin and wondered if this was the right thing to do or were you raising your hopes to no avail?

Kakashi had never been this nervous. Like everything he did, he was good at formal dances too but he wasn't good at feelings. He wanted to relish the way you felt in his hands, he wanted to imprint the scent of your perfume in his mind, he wanted to hold you for the rest of his life.

Neither of you spoke a word but your body spoke the language unknown to both of you. When the song reached its end you looked up at Kakashi already looking at you. "Am I forgiven?".

"Yes. Yes you are".

-X-

For a month Kakashi tried to figure out his feelings. He has never felt this before. He never wanted to form permanent bonds because he knew the pain and suffering it eventually brings but then why did he want to spend every second of his day with you? Was it your snide remakes? Your ability to make anyone feel comfortable? Your nervous laugh? Or your eyes? He walked the empty streets of Konoha with his hands in his pocket wondering... "Oi! Hatake!". His head snapped forward when he heard your voice. He turned around and saw you jogging towards him. "What are you doing out so late?". He asked as your stopped to catch your breath. "I could ask you the same thing". You winked at him as your straightened up and fixed your hair behind the hairband. Kakashi sighed and continued walking with you beside him.

"Why do you call me Hatake?".

"I don't know". You said shrugging your shoulders. "I guess... It's because no one else calls you that?". Kakashi looked at you through the corner of his eyes. "You use it as my nickname?".

"I guess you can say that".

"Are we that close?". You gulped down and stopped walking. You stood two steps behind him fidgeting with your fingers thinking that maybe you assumed yourself to be too close than you were. "I .. I guess .. fine I'll stop calling you that". You answered giving your best polite smile trying your best to hide the hurt.

Kakashi mentally cursed himself at the words he chose and his heart dropped seeing the slight hurt in your eyes. "I didn't mean that".

"It's alright. I understand I mean maybe I overstepped some boundary..ha ha...sorry about that. Guess I'll stick to calling you Kakashi. Anyway I gotta get back to my...to my cat! Yeah she must be starving. Bye. See you around... Kakashi". You waved and ran off in the other direction.

Kakashi looked at your retreating figure and facepalmed himself. "FUCK!".

You reached your apartment and ran your hands over your face. "Fuck! Why am so so annoying?!". Your loud groan woke your cat up from his slumber and he purred stretching on the rug. "Now you're mad at me too?"

You were half way through brewing your coffee when you heard a knock on your door. You walked wiping your hand on the sides of your trouser. "Hi". Kakashi said as soon as you opened the door. "Hi". Both of you stood silently for few seconds. "Do you want to come in?". Kakashi nodded and you stepped aside letting him enter first.

"I got breakfast". You looked at the bags in his hand and nodded. "For me?".

"Yes. I ... You like cream bread from the bakery right?".

"I do".

"I do too". Kakashi spoke immediately. "I thought you didn't like sweets". You said as you set two cups on the table and turned away to check on the coffee. "I don't..but..I like you".

You felt blood rush to your cheeks and bit your lip hard to stop yourself from saying something stupid. You didn't know what to do. Should you pretend you didn't hear it? It must have been a mistake right? A slip of tongue?

"Y/n?". You flinched and turned around to see him standing in front of you. "Yeah?". Kakashi was nervous and his brain was fogged up with all the possibilities. But he knew this was not the time to think. "I like you... A lot ..".

You blinked slowly at him. Kakashi Hatake likes you? The Kakashi hatake likes you? Kakashi Hatake your crush likes you? "I .. I don't... Do you...I mean of course you do we are friends right? We .. we wouldn't be friends if you didn't like me right?". You laughed but Kakashi's stern expression didn't falter.

"No. I... I am in love with you". Time stopped for both of you as the words left his mouth. "you don't have to answer now or at all if you don't want to. But I had to tell you. I had to let you know because it was driving me insane. I .. I've been in love with you for as long as I can remember and I thought...I thought that I could push it away but I couldn't.. I couldn't stop falling for you and it's fine if you don't-".

"I do. I love you. I just didn't think you would...feel the same". Kakashi's heart kept out of his chest as he heard you say those three words. "I.. didn't think that-". Before you could finish your sentence Kakashi pulled you by your waist and crashed his lips on yours. You tiptoed and wrapped your arms around your neck as you felt his naked lips on yours. Kakashi kissed you like you held the breath he needed to live. You parted with pressed foreheads and panting chest. When you opened your eyes you saw his entire face for the first time ever. "Holy shit you're beautiful". You said as your held his face in your hand. Kakashi chuckled and brought your right arm to his lips and pressed a kiss in each knuckle. "Thank you".

"Can I call you Hatake now? I guess we're close enough for that". You smiled and Kakashi only pulled your closer into him running his hands along you back. "I might call you a Hatake too".

[nidaiime]

        SO HE HAD THE SHARINGAN. Not only did that get Tobirama on edge, but it also succeeded in rendering him confused, and uncertain about what exactly was happening. Why did an Uchiha with activated sharingan be that far away from the clan? Amnesia was the first answer that came to Tobirama’s mind but then the teen did something that further confused the Senju.

        He was crying.

        He should have been attacking back, that was what Tobirama anticipated. His chakra was all riled up in wait for an attack that never came. The white haired man relaxed his posture yet he was still wary about the scene unfolding before him. Was it a tactic for a sneak attack? If yes, then it both worked and failed. Worked because Tobirama admitted that he was baffled; failed because he was now aware that it was all a play. If it actually was.

        The way the teen’s chakra coiled around in obvious distress that wasn’t that far away from his physical state was proof enough that this wasn’t a ploy. If it was then Tobirama would give it to the Uchiha for being so creative.

        But something told him to back down for now so he did. He crossed his arms and straightened his back. “I had no intention of frightening you. I will not hurt you. Unless you are a threat.” Tobirama looked him over. “And so far you do not look like one.” 

        Tobirama frowned, the teen’s words held no meaning whatsoever in his mind. “What is your name and your brother’s? I can put my resources into finding your brother.”

        The boy uncannily resembled Izuna to the point that Tobirama was close to thinking that he may be one of Madara’s brothers, lost and with no memory instead of dead. He had no clue what Madara’s brothers were called, but he could use Hashirama’s soft spot for Madara to his advantage.

TOBIRAMA COULD VERY WELL JUST THROW THE BOY OUT AND BE DONE WITH IT. The boy had to be either stupid or just suffering from memory loss due to the blow to his head. In either case, it really shouldn’t be Tobirama’s problem. The boy had a clan that should take care of him, and Tobirama would send him to them.

      But how could he do that without arising the suspicions of Madara? He hadn’t abducted the boy or anything, he just stumbled into his private lab.

      “Only your brother?”

      That was a peculiar answer to his question. Tobirama knew for a fact that the Uchiha clan was not meagre in numbers. They rivaled the Senju in population and maybe even more as the Senju tended to out-marry and carry the name of other clans.

      And while the war took many of their people, the Uchiha shouldn’t be this reduced in numbers, or at the very least, Tobirama should have known about it.

      Actually…

      Tobirama’s eyes narrowed as a realisation hit him. The teen wasn’t wearing any type of armour, only standard shinobi wear with his clan’s insignia embroidered on his shirt. There wasn’t any extra protection that should be there in a time of war.

      The crease between his eyebrows only deepened as not at least once, so far, did the other activate his sharingan. Tobirama was this close to declaring the teen as stupid.

      “How could you not know the head of your own clan?” This part struck Tobirama as odd. Even if he didn’t know other people in his clan, he should know Madara at the very least. “I have the impression that you are incompetent and Madara just chose to hide you. I cannot think of any other explanation.”

      An Uchiha not using their sharingan was a first for Tobirama, and also could be seen as incompetence. But it also got Tobirama’s curiosity piqued so he reached into the pouch he had on his side and in a blink of an eye, threw a kunai towards the teen’s head, only a centimeter away from severely wounding the boy had he not used his sharingan to dodge it.

The young Uchiha blinked. “Madara-?” He didn’t get the chance to say anything else.  The sudden movement made a red flash come to Kyosuke’s eyes. The sharingan.  He envisioned a flash of the kunai coming towards him, and jolted his head to the side. The kunai missed his cheek by mere inches and struck the wall behind him with a loud thunk.  Kyosuke took several steps back, breathing shakily as he stared at the kunai that had been aimed for his head before whirling his head towards Tobirama. “What is wrong with you?!” Anger, confusion and fear flashed through his eyes, warily taking a few steps back away from the senju, not certain of what was going through his mind. Instead, he took the time to process his own thoughts. He said Mardara… the senju… he looked at the man once more. A picture in the hokages office flashed through his mind. Red eyes widened. This man… this man was lord second! But how-? No. This wasn’t possible, this was crazy. How could…? How could he be in the past? The situation caught up to him and the teen fell to his knees in shock. Trembling hands flew out to catch himself as fear consumed his mind. Am I going to die here? The morbid thought had tears forming in his eyes. Was he never gonna be able to see Sasuke again? Was… was lord second going to kill him? “Please. Whatevers going on, I’m not apart of it.” He whimpered out, not looking up at the man, shame burning in his gut for how weak he had become in front of someone.  “I just want my brother… please don’t hurt me.”