#Hatake Sakumo [The White Fang]

[cool-thymus]

An AU where chaotic baby Obito befriends Sakumo and saves the Hatake clan from depression 😇 Inspired by @maireyart and our silly prompt game (speech bubbles under the cut)

[darkclouud9]

it's been a while since I've drawn mr White Fang, I changed his hair <3

just some random sketches, pretend I'm good at art or whatever <3

[atoasttotheendoftheworld]

TW: Secondary Character Death (OC)

Will it bear him bad omen if she holds him till her last breath? Should she give him to his father's arms? Or are Sakumo's hands trembling too much to hold a life that is still so fragile? The scent of blood wraps her in the cold wind blows across her now frozen skin. There's a reek of sulphur and ash all around. More than before. And Sakumo winces in heavy breaths. It should hurt to be held so tightly, yet her body feels nothing anymore. Except the end, getting closer and closer. Someone screams. Someone cries. Everything buzzes, voices blur in a haze of gibberish. Is it Sakumo's voice that screams furiously? Is it White Fang's the suffering howl? Is it hers the child that is crying out amid the turmoil of a tragic night? Why can she no longer see anything? Has eternal darkness descended upon her? Has the cloak of the grim reaper fallen on her? Is it time to leave, forever?

« Sa...sak...»

« Wha- Rouna! » is Sakumo's certainly this shout, the sole one capable of towering above the deafening darkness within, it scares her though as it echoes in the nothingness, « ROUNA! »

« Ka...kashi...I... »

In nothingness air is dense with breaths that don't turn carbon dioxide dispersing into the night. Oxygen suffocates her throat, clots of blood and air choking her. Words cut off from her. They slide silent into tears, furrowing the crimson in her face into mute love that she no longer has voice, will never have, to utter. The scent of snowy hair grazing her lips is the last sense life grants her. A clemency of fate. And in the illusion of a life that would have been she sees him, Kakashi grow. Standing tall and proud. Calling her mother, in the warmth of a smile. And in her last heartbeat she feels it, for a last time, the warm of the tiny weeping body, the bundle of soiled sheets, her son's cry of farewell echoing in the reverberation of her last pulse is the gentlest and cruelest grace that life has bestowed upon her. And a farewell dies in her lips.

[dark-konohagakure2]

Sakumo Hatake getting rejected from his crush but he doesn't take no for an answer

tw: noncon, stalking, yandere, breeding, age difference, power imbalance, domestication, semi-public sex

All characters depicted are 18+

Sakumo Hatake has had some especially bad luck as of late. His wife had died very recently, leaving him to raise their two year old son alone, his missions have been getting more stressful too, but luckily the White Fang has found a silver lining to all of this; a cute civilian girl that has caught his eye.

She's a cute little thing, much younger than him and his late wife, but still old enough. Sakumo has made a habit out of watching her from afar around the village, for her own safety of course, and he's reached the conclusion that she's perfect for him, she's young, innocent, kind, just the perfect wife and mother for his needs.

Being a revered shinobi among the people of the Hidden Leaf Village, Sakumo feels rather confident in his ability to woo her, so he'll ask her out directly, letting it slip that he's been watching her for quite some time without her knowing. She is very unnerved by the revelation from the man old enough to be her father, so she understandably rejects him, and Sakumo doesn't like that one bit.

He tries to convince her that being with an acclaimed ninja like himself would be good for her, but no dice. Never being one to let things go easily, Sakumo decides that now he has no choice left but to take matters into his own hands.

"Don't move... This will feel good for both of us. Maybe you'll finally stop being shy and realize your feelings for me after I fill you up..."

He'll clamp a gloved hand over her mouth in the alleyway, telling her to be quiet lest someone hear them. He's one of the most respected ninja in the village, so nobody would believe her if she claimed he assaulted her, if anyone saw what was happening, they'd assume she was just being a needy slut for the White Fang.

Sakumo isn't too rough with his delicate little housewife to be, buy he's certainly forceful, bullying his cock inside of her until it's hitting her perfectly fertile womb with every thrust, the sensation making her whine and whimper into his hand as he claims what's rightfully his.

His thrusts will speed up slightly when he imagines knocking her up, making her round with his second child and giving Kakashi a sibling, the mere thought triggers the wolfish primal instinct to breed deep within him, and she is the perfect receptacle for these dark urges of his.

He'll be sure to fill her up thoroughly before he's done with her, gently pulling out of her while informing her of some great news; she's the newest member of his family and clan, whether she likes it or not.

"Atta girl, that wasn't so bad was it? You're just perfect for me, and I know you'll be the perfect mother that my little son needs..."

Sakumo is finally content now, he has a much cuter and much younger wife to replace his dearly departed one, Kakashi has a much needed mother figure, and the Hatake clan is about to gain a new member in just nine short months.

[thesaintraphael]

an excerpt from the Kakashi ANBU Commander AU I'm working on:

Shisui understood from a very young age that power is not something that many people are born with. Those who are born powerful are extremely lucky, given a gift that allows them to protect, to nurture, to care. But others are not favored by fate in the same way. Kakashi was born a genius, a fate he wouldn't wish on anyone; though many envy the last Hatake, it is a damnation to live with that label. Kakashi was born intelligent, not powerful. The Uchiha ride a fine line between the two, born with the ability to become powerful if life took them on that journey. Many of his clansmen were cursed to relive the day they awakened their sharingan, baptized in the blood of their kin, power given to them only because they had been broken first. Some Uchiha, like Obito, were lucky enough to claim their kekkei genkai in a moment fueled by love. Shisui was not, still burdened by the crystal clear memory of his father being cut down in front of him, the spray of blood warm on his cheek. But Shisui can choose. With the Yondaime in office, their clan has been given back the gift of love, the ability to protect the village a choice, not a requirement born of resentment and hate. Shisui can use the violent gift of his eyes to protect, to record memories of the way the sun glints of the river, the feeling of the Hashirama forest creaking under his feet, the way his clansmen freely interact with the rest of the village, heads tipped back in eternal laughter. The Uchiha were given a second chance, and though the going was tough initially, the village welcomed them back into their fold with open arms. He shudders when imagining what might have happened, had Danzo been able to make his vision a reality. Shisui and Itachi stumble under the weight of that damning title, prodigy, but they never fall, supported by the weight of their clan and the village. Kakashi, however, is not afforded the same luxury. His undeniable status as a once in a generation genius, someone with such a level of intellect that it has distanced him from his peers on mere principle, has left him alone. Sakumo Hatake, once a man who could best the Sannin, the White Fang of Konoha, fell to the ruthlessness of the people he had sworn to protect. Danzo's ministrations and Hiruzens's refusal to intervene left him high and dry, with nowhere to turn but his own sword. That was truly the final nail in the coffin of Kakashi’s fate. Ridiculed by the village, his entire clan laid to waste before he was even a concept in his father's mind and stuck with that damning label of prodigy. Kakashi wasn't born with power, he had to fight for every breath, fight on the frontlines of a war his father bore the blame for, and fight to become a true genius, not just a kid who breezed through the Academy's previously laughable evaluations. Despite his loyalty, despite his service, and despite the fact that Kakashi was an exemplary shinobi who would lay down his life for anyone in the village without question, he was still alone. Kakashi is powerful not because he was born that way but because he chooses to defend a village that would not do the same for him. Kakashi is powerful because he uses his intellect and strength to make Konoha a better place, powerful because he bares the brunt of hatred and the disdain the village shows him and cares for it regardless. Kakashi is strong because he doesn't burn down the village and every ungrateful civilian and shinobi with it. And for that, Shisui would follow his Commander to the ends of the Earth.

[justsomeoneunordinary]

Found your post about Hatake clan relations to agriculture, and you are right about almost everything, except: wolves in Japan are associated with crops!

Here's from Japanese wolf wiki:

"In the Shinto belief, the ōkami ("wolf") is regarded as a messenger of the kami spirits and also offers protection against crop raiders such as the wild boar and deer. Wild animals were associated with the mountain spirit Yama-no-kami. The mountains of Japan, seen as a dangerous, deadly place, were highly associated with the wolf, which was believed to be their protector and guardian."

Hatake clan being a wolf clan is very plausible, it's just would mean a different thing than most people seem to believe.

Wolves are associated with crops and mountains.

There's also yokai okuri ōkami, that protects travellers through mountains unless they accidentally trip; if you trip it will kill you. Apparently it has another name - okuri inu.

"The okuri inu has a special relationship with another yokai, the yosuzume. This eerie bird’s nocturnal song is often a warning that an okuri inu is following you. If one hears the yosuzume’s “chi, chi, chi” song, it is a sign to take extra care to watch one’s footing so that the okuri inu doesn’t have dinner that night." (from yokai dot com/okuriinu/ )

I will admit that I am too lazy to look that information up. But I don't mind that wolves are tied to agriculture and could therefore be tied to the Hatake - my beef with the "Hatake have wolf summons and wolf characteristics" fanon comes from the fact that it's a cheap copy of the already existing Inuzuka clan. The Inuzuka are right there, we don't need Inuzuka 2.0 but make it more feral because wolves are cooler.

It doesn't even make sense, Kakashi's summons are dogs - and not even big mean wolfdogs like Tsume's but cute little pet doggos - and that "heacanon" only serves to make Kakashi and Tobirama (because he gets headcanoned as Hatake 90% of the time solely because of his hair color (which is funny because everyone describes it as white in their fics even tho it's fucking grey like Kakashi's or Kabuto's!!! (and speaking of Kabuto, isn't it funny that he never gets headcanoned for a Hatake even tho he looks more similar to Kakashi than Tobirama does? I wonder why that is. (I don't. I know exactly why that is.)))) extremely OOC.

Neither of them is some kind of growling, feral fighter who claws and bites their way through a battle. Neither is in any way or form extremely overprotective over what they consider theirs because of "pack reasons" (and neither is Sakumo for that matter, Mr "I'll kill myself even tho I am the last family my 5yo son has left"). And neither needs some kind of fangs to bite someone, if this is what people want to write, as Madara has already proven that a strong shinobi can bite a piece of flesh out with perfectly normal teeth.

All three characters are extremely powerful and badass in their own right without adding powers to them that are completely out of character. A headcanon builds up to something canon has already established and the "Hatake are like Inuzuka but with wolves" fanon is so far off that it would be laughable if it wasn't so annoying.

And I don't think tying the Hatake to agriculture is the only right way either. It's merely a suggestion, one that I find makes sense given the little bit we have, and if people want to build up on that and add how they tend to have wolf summons for protection (Kakashi's are still cute doggos tho), then that's fine and hey, at least it makes sense. My beef is just 100% that I think it's extremely cheap to make the Hatake a copy of the Inuzuka because they find wolves cooler than dogs and that's on that.

[akamikazae]

Pirates of the Caribbean au! for Oc-tober b/c Kami and Kashi give major Elizabeth Swann and Will Turner vibes 🏴‍☠️

-Son of notorious pirate and good man Sakumo ‘the white fang’ Hatake! All Kakashi has left to remember him is a gold medallion that he’s “lost” along with everything and everyone. He is intelligent, loyal, fearless and kind. He redefines the rules to find what’s truly important, and he will stop at nothing to protect the people he loves.

-Daughter of Lord Orochimaru who would rather play pirate than be shackled to her fathers expectations, and those befitting her status. Follows her gut and her heart and gives up her privilege and status to do what she believes is right. She’s sharp, independent, manipulative and just as callous as the men around her. She will do whatever is necessary to keep herself and her loved ones safe.

Oc-tober prompt 11: ‘In a different story world or setting’

Prompts by @icannotreadcursive

[lemony-snickers]

1 - Naruto / Kakashi Hatake

when the party's over - billie eilish.

Kakashi felt the hard wood of the the auditorium chair digging into his back and adjusted. It was dificult not to roll his eyes as families settled into their seats, turning to talk excitedly with one another about the show.

His eyes flitted to the decorations fixed to the front of the stage, the hand painted banner with "A Time to Remember" scrawled on the front.

Kakashi had never participated in a recital like this. Even in his youth, because of who his father was and what he did for a living, Kakashi's education in movement had been exceptional. Professional from the very start.

He had taken adult workshops instead of classes with children his own age, and he had featured in a few of his father's residency works before his death - had been taken under the wing of Sakumo's friends and contemporaries thereafter.

Kakashi was grateful he had never had to demean himself in such a way, wearing cheap costumes and trying to bend and break some artistic vision into a malformed box that suited A Time to Remember.

What did that even mean? What was it supposed to convey to the audience?

Kakashi huffed, rolled his neck from one side to the other to quell his irritation. An unfamiliar hand tapped him on the shoulder and he turned to look at the person attached, seated behind him, with only the thinnest veil of social politeness pulled over his natural expression of annoyance.

"Hi," a woman said, pointing toward the curtained stage with a hand-folded program printed on too-bright green paper, "who are you here to see?"

That was the questions, wasn't it? Becasue the person he was here for was not even performing, likely had done almost as few of these types of recitals as he had himself.

But Saya Tsunematsu was a peculiar thing, a person he still did not have a good read on, despite his proclivity for undrestanding people at a glance, in most cases.

The woman behind him, for example, leaning too close and hoping desperately he too was a single parent - something they could bond over before she inevitably asked him to help with some ridiculously small home repair project in a bid to finally seduce him.

"No one," he said flatly, turning to face the stage again. He heard the woman's half-shocked sound of confusion, felt the warmth of her hand as it crept toward his shoulder again before retreating. Kakashi closed his eyes, breathed through his nose. An hour and a half, one twenty minute intermission, and he could lay to rest whatever questions he had come here to answer.

Or, at least, if he didn't, he would forcibly bury them and move on. He had spent too much time already on trying to understand Saya; her determination to challenge him at every turn.

He had originally dismissed her when she auditioned for him with a piece of his father's choreography and she had snidely retorted that he was an egotistical fraud who could never live up to his father's legacy.

The remark had stung, the fear of inadequacy which Kakashi so easily pushed down most days writhing its way up his esophagus, curdling in his mouth.

Perhaps it had been a good thing - he'd never admit it - because it had forced Kakashi to truly think about the path he had set himself upon, the goals he wanted to achieve by reviving the White Fang Dance Company. To rewrite his childhood, to bring closure to a part of his past which had remained until recently an open, festering wound.

Saya had helped with that, had challenged him repeatedly as they reworked his father's choreography. He'd never met anyone who knew the movement as well as he did until Saya. It was strange, to find someone so devoted to Sakumo's work who had never known him.

The lights of the auditorium dimmed and Kakashi settled into the familiar darkness, the hush before the curtains pulled apart to reveal another hand-made (and similarly nonsensical) set piece - a backdrop painted with a mountain range in the distance, a field of flowers in the foreground; neither of which seemed to evoke a time to remember.

The first half of the recital was devoted mostly to the youngest children, few of whom knew their places or their steps, several of whom froze mid-stage, terrified of the lights and the sea of shadowed faces. One who cried, and three who tried to climb off the stage shouting, "Mama!" or "Papa!" with delight.

Kakashi had to forcibly unclench his jaw several times.

Intermission brought headache-inducing fluorescent lights and the opportunity to buy cookies and brownies and boxes of sugar water masquerading as juice in the hallway to support the dance studio's competitive endeavors. Kakashi purchased a single red carnation, unsure why except that it gave him something to do with his hands.

When he returned to his seat, the one behind him remained vacant and Kakashi wondered despite himself whether the woman had moved on his account or if her child was one of the young ones permitted to leave early so as not to miss their bedtime.

The second half of the recital was at least slightly more interesting. The children were older, more dedicated to their burgeoning craft. And while none of them danced to a professional level, several of them showed promise, and Kakashi found himself clapping a little louder, hoping it would encourage them to keep going.

And then, finally, the last piece of the night was all that remained. Kakashi straightened in his seat as a familiar person took the stage, standing in the center wearing a simple black dress and sensible heels.

"Good evening," Saya said, smiling, the long earring she wore catching the spotlight and reflecting it back in sharp refraction. "My name is Saya Tsunematsu and I'm a performer with the White Fang Dance Company."

Kakashi felt his pulse quicken a little at the mention, the acknowledgement that she was tied to him in some way. Professionally, of course.

"I am honored to have been invited to collaborate with some of the senior students on a piece for tonight's recital. When considering the theme A Time to Remember," Kakashi almost laughed but quickly converted it to a cough before anyone noticed, "I thought back to my own childhood, to the joy that dance brought every day, even when it hurt or when I didn't get the part I wanted and my parents listened to me cry the whole way home."

Several knowing chuckles erupted from the audience and Kakashi found himself, not for the first time, slightly jealous that Saya seemed so capable of connecting with the people around her, even if they could never attain her level of talent.

"I wanted this to be a truly collaborative effort and I'm so proud of the work these students have put forth to create this piece. I will admit, their choice of music was outside my usual realm, but that only made the challenge more fun for me, and - I hope - for them. Thank you and enjoy."

Applause followed Saya into the wings and the curtain pulled open again. A single performer stood on the darkened stage, wearing a loose sleeveless top and tightly fitted shorts, all a dull grey.

When the music began, it was a soft harmonic humming until a cracking voice joined.

Don't you know I'm no good for you?

The lights slowly came up, soft blue washing over the stage as the dancer at the center began a measured adaggio - as close to a hallmark of Saya's work as Kakashi had ever been able to pinpoint.

The girl's foot trailed from her ankle to her knee, and then higher - her thigh pulling tight to the side of her body as her foot extended overhead. Even Kakashi had to admire the control and flexibility the movement required. Her leg trembled only a little as she stared blankly forward, mouth parted slightly, hands soft at her sides.

I've learned to lose you can't afford to.

Her foot flexed but she remained otherwise still as two other dancers joined her, falling from the wings with a soft flourish, pulling at their shirts as if trying to escape their confines.

Tore my shirt to stop you bleeding.

More dancers, suddenly, running swiftly onto the stage as the dancer at the center released her leg extension and joined them in a cluster, disappearing as she melted back into the sea of grey; no longer alone, but no longer special, either.

The lights flashed from blue to red, the whole ensemble moving together as one entity - expanding and contracting, lifting up onto the toes of one foot, leaning preacriously to one side until they nearly toppled over.

But nothing ever stops you leaving.

They all tugged the shoulder of each other's shirts, appearing to try and stabalize one another before it became apparent they were trying to pull each other off balance.

Kakashi did not notice he was leaning forward, perched on the edge of the uncomfortable auditorium chair as he watched.

The cluster dispersed, dancers flying in every direction, some cascading to the floor while others leapt through the air, each face painted with an expression of anguish, remorse, fear.

They all stopped suddenly, swaying on their feet; turned away from each other, staring at the floor, solemn.

The lights cut out.

Quiet when I'm coming home and I'm on my own.

Bright yellow lights burst across the stage like the flashes of cameras, the music swelled.

One dancer fell to the floor, clambered forward from one knee to the other, rolling over each pointed foot, clutching their chest. Another fell on top, resting his head on their shoulder, wrapping his arms around them as if to cradle and reassure.

But the first dancer struggled against it, tried to pull themself free.

I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that.

Kakashi watched as the piece evolved, as moments of sadness and anger were punctuated by joy, by love. The lights wavered back to blue, ripened to orange and then rotten purple.

Slowly, those better moments overwhelmed the others, quelled the upset and the regret and replaced them with exultation. The dancers saw one another struggle, helped one another overcome. Rather than separate and isolated, they moved together again, one dancer propping another up as they fell.

The music crescendoed.

Let's just let it go, let me let you go.

The first dancer took her place at center stage again, but this time, instead of alone, the others joined her, all sweeping their leg up, up, up. Some weren't as steady, some not as flexible.

They all smiled.

I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that.

They flexed their feet as one as the music ended with a soft tinkling of piano keys.

The lights faded to nothing, darkness swallowed their beaming faces.

The audience erupted in applause, parents and friends and family all celebrating as the lights came back and the performers took their bows. Some in the crowd stood, many shouted. The dancers all laughed, giddy and pleased with themselves, as they beckoned Saya on stage to take one final bow with them.

Kakashi was the first to leave, the excitement of the crowd trailing behind him, falling quiet as the heavy door swung closed in his wake.

He smiled the entire way home, the carnation still clutched carefully between his fingers, and he finally understood why Saya did not find recitals or their preparation to be a waste of her time or talent.

[ginkuki]

lady ...so mysterious

omg i was mistaken i did in fact have a non gaalee centric wip on the list. this is my sequel-prequel to Blood Sky Morning - my sirens gaaleesbians fic. it's the kakagais discussing lee going overboard but takes place after the original fic! it is named 'lady' because, idk i just think lady kakashi is fit 😌 i like women.

thank u v much for asking teehee

a snippet down yonder!

According to rumour, Kakashi was born wrapped up in the eye of a storm. Her mother, The White Fang, had given birth in the lull, then had gone right out and ordered her women to sail back into it. With Kakashi held snugly against her breast, they had torn through gale and rain.

As it is, Kakashi has no memories of the Hatake Sakumo that birthed her. She knows of her mother as nothing more than a legend. An old wive’s tale. A scatter of bones on the seafloor.

“Come back to bed, my darling.” Gai’s voice is sleep-low when she wraps an arm around Kakashi’s waist, swaddled in their sheets and facedown in her pillow. Outside the ship, the crash of water is more of a lullaby than anything else could be, though the sweet press of Gai’s lips to her shoulder is damn close.

“In a second.” Kakashi scrubs her hand over her cheek, where her scar itches with the cold breeze sneaking through cracks in the wood. “Sorry to wake you.”

Gai has always been so very strong. Stronger now when she sees the very set of Kakashi’s jaw and takes the initiative to sit up, drag her into her lap, to cradle her, rock her gently and sweetly. “You’re thinking about her, aren’t you?”

“And who is her?”

“The girl. The one you lost last week.”

Ah. The girl. The girl so naive, who had leapt from The Skirmisher before Kakashi even knew she had snuck onto it. She had swum towards certain death and Kakashi was powerless to stop it. The raw wounds on her wrists from rope-chafe still sting in the ocean spray. Gai wasn’t to know that Kakashi hadn’t been struggling to maroon herself, but to save another from the same fate, and Kakashi can’t dare feel anger for that.

Gai only did what she did best. She wore her mantel of saviour well - even if, this time, she saved the wrong one.

“Do you harbour regrets over not letting me free?” Kakashi asks, biting back an ocean’s worth of her own.

Gai’s thumb stills over Kakashi’s shoulder, the meandering stroke that brings goose pimples to flesh and a crab’s-leg-tickle of satisfaction deep within her soul. If she is offended, she only presses a full-lipped kiss to Kakashi’s jaw and says, “Never. In another life, I may have freed you and saved her, but you may have taken her fate. You may have joined your mother in the murky depths and our beloved ship would need to find a new Captain. What’s done is done, my love.”

“I would’ve deserved it.” Kakashi sighs, nose pressed into the hollow between Gai’s collarbones. Her own breath washes back over her, hot and salted. “The losses I’ve been responsible for are… immense. You should never have forgiven me for Lee.”

The breath Gai sucks in is deep, whooshing past Kakashi’s ear with all the force of a storm, the batter of wind against their hatches. With her voice wrung to near-death, she bends down to ensure that these words are for Kakashi only. “I never held you responsible. You forgave me - can’t you allow yourself the same kindness?”

“Never.” Kakashi brushes her lips over Gai’s collar, thoughts reforming into hard-edged silver. She thinks of Neji, innards splayed by talons sharper than any cutlass; of her own blindness; of the scar she’d left in Gai’s daughter’s leg. She wraps these thoughts around her skin and lets them dig in tight enough to bleed.

[sea-owl]

I have a new sasusaku au idea.

So say after the third shinobi war, Leaf and Sand made a peace agreement via arranged marriage. The sand would provide a relative of the Kazakage's family to be a bride for one of the head families of Konoha's clans.

The Uchiha clan was chosen to receive the bride. It wasn't decided yet if she would wed Itachi or Sasuke but she would be for one of them.

As for the bride herself, there was a debate to send the Kazakage's daughter Temari, but then Suna's council remembered that Karura had a sister who had a daughter.

Sakura knew her whole life that she would eventually be sent to Konoha as a peace bride. Her childhood was kinda lonely because of it. Suna's council started her ninja training young because they knew the Uchiah's were a ninja clan by trade and that they value strength. They gave her to Lady Chiyo to train. Sakura never really took to puppetry, not like Kankuro, but she did excell under Lady Chiyo's posion teachings and beginner medical training.

When Sakura wasn't with Lady Chiyo, she was with her cousins. She was closest to Gaara since both of them were being raised to be used in service to the village (Gaara as a weapon and Sakura as a peace offering) which left them both pretty isolated as children. This isolation also left Sakura a little oblivious to the village's fear of her favorite cousin. All she knew was that Gaara was a sweet boy who just needed some extra training to control his powers. Yes, she did know that Gaara had Shukaku in him and sometimes he lost control of his powers, but like most kids, she doesn't fully understand what that means.

Sakura and Gaara's relationship took a hit when their uncle, Yashamaru, tried to kill Gaara and then proceeded to blow himself up. Gone was the sweet boy who wanted to love and be loved. Gaara was now colder, and while Sakura still cared greatly for her cousin, it felt like he only tolerated her now. She was still one of his closest relationships, along with his siblings.

When Sakura was twelve, she was given two items. The first was a chain with a ring on it. The ring was silver with a red jewel. Purple chakra swirled in the jewel. The second item was a headband with Konoha's symbol on it.

It was time for her to go to the Leaf Village.

On Konoha's side after the Uchiha massacre the council looked for ways to keep Sasuke in line. They remembered the deal with Suna and made the arrangements to officially betrothed Sasuke and Sakura. Not that they told him.

The deal was that once Sasuke graduated from the Academy, they would bring Sakura to the village and assign her to his genin team. Kakashi about damn near had heart failure when his third student was escorted in with two Sand anbu behind her. Gai had to console him later.

Sakura looked around curiously at everything as she followed Kakashi to meet her other teammates. There was a lot more color in Konoha than Suna, especially the color green. Her teacher was curious, too. He introduced himself as Kakashi Hatake. Hmm, the only Hatake Sakura knew about was the White Fang Sakumo, and Lady Chiyo wanted him dead. She wonders if Kakashi is related.

Sakura is behind Kakashi when he opens the door to a classroom and an erasure falls on his head. A loud laugh was heard from the inside. Was that her betrothed or her other teammate?

"That's what you get for being late!" The voice shouted.

We're they late? Sakura winced. That was probably her fault. Kakashi did have to get her from the Hokage's tower.

Kakashi only humed as he stepped into the room, Sakura following behind. Two boys turned their stares from their sensei to her. She scanned them, one was a blonde with whisker like marks on his face, the other had black hair and eyes. While she couldn't verify via the Uchiah symbol, Sakura had to guess the dark eyed boy was her betrothed Sasuke. She was told the Uchiah's typically had darker features.

Kakashi humed again. "My first impress of you three, I hate all of you."

Well damn, that's not good. Sakura needs allies if she's gonna survive here and make sure to maintain the peace agreement. Having her sensei hate her right off the bat doesn't bode well for her.

They're led up to the roof where Kakashi has them introduce themselves, not that he offered up much info.

The blonde boy started. "My name is Naruto Uzumaki! I like ramen, especially the ramen at Ichiraku! But I hate having to wait the three minutes for it to cook. And my dream is to be the greatest Hokage!"

Well, he was energetic. But this did confirm Sakura's suspicions.

Sasuke spoke next. "My name is Sasuke Uchiah. I dislike a lot of things, and I don't particularly like anyone. I don't have a dream because I will make it a reality. I will restore my clan and kill a certain someone."

Oh, well, there's some familiarity of home with her betrothed. At least she'll have some knowledge on how to approach her betrothed thanks to Gaara.

The boys turned towards her and Kakashi tilted his head. We'll go on.

Sakura blushed. Oh, right. "I'm Sakura Haruno. What I like, I mean, um-" Damn her accent slipped, and after her tutors worked so hard to make sure it was perfect. "I like studying. . ." Can't say posions, won't look good since she's suppsed to be a peace offering. ". . .medical plants and the effect they have on the body. My dislikes are um. . ." What was safe to say? She didn't get a chance to study her teammates before, and there wasn't much info her anbu escorts gave her either.

Kakashi seemed to take pity on her. "And your dream for the future?"

That was easy. "To maintain the peace and alliance between Konoha and Suna."

"How come we've never seen you before?" Naruto asked her.

The boys looked at her confused. Sakura looked at Sasuke confused. Why was he confused? He's the other half to making this peace agreement work.

Kakashi cleared his throat. "Sakura is from another village, but she has been put on this team as part of an alliance agreement. Now for tomorrow we'll have our first mission."

Sakura tensed as Kakashi explained that of the graduates only nine ever make it to genin and the rest are sent back to the academy. What does that mean for her? Would she be sent back to Suna? That can't happen, not if they want to peace agreement to work out, she can't fail this!

Sakura went to speak with Sasuke after they were dismissed. She knows they officially just met but they did need to talk about their engagement. Kakashi pulled them both back.

Kakashi pulled a silver ring on a chain out of his pocket. Sakura knew that ring. It was the matching ring to the one she wore around her neck, except it had her chakra in it instead of Sasuke's. Why would Kakashi have it?

Kakashi handed the chain to Sasuke. "Did your parents ever tell you about your engagement?"

Sasuke's face fell into a scowl. "What?"

Sakura began to grow mortified.

"The alliance agreement between Konoha and Suna was sealed with an arranged marriage between the Uchiha clan and a relative of Suna's leader, the Kazekage," Kakashi explained. "Sakura is the Kazakage's niece, and per the agreement, you two will be living together from this point on."

Sasuke turned his glare on to Sakura. Sakura was thankful she gotten used to Gaara's glares.

[scarecrow-in-a-hatake]

How would things go if your father was the fourth Hokage instead of Minato?

Honestly, I learned more about my father once he was in the ground than when he was alive. We didn't have all that much time together. You may want to turn this question to @retiredsenju, instead.

Politically, though, you have to understand that Minato-sensei's rise to the position wasn't exactly guaranteed. It was more so that the late Sandaime felt he had to give up the hat, after his unpopular actions concerning what many considered to be a premature end to the Third War on our part. Sunk cost of our shinobi's lives and the terms of the treaty that we could have pushed more on... well. It made sense to step down and place one of our war heroes in the spotlight instead, be it the Yellow Flash, Fugaku of the Wicked-Eye, or one of his own students. There were, admittedly, merits to all three of the choices.

Personal history aside, the White Fang may not have been a very popular nominee. Unlike the Sannin but similar to my own sensei, Hatake Sakumo was less a powerhouse and more a very competent shinobi with a few very specific tricks up his sleeves that he relied on heavily, and a good head for on-field leadership. He would have been... forty? Forty-one? To Sandaime-sama's mid-fifties and Minato-sensei's early twenties, though, which is past the age that most shinobi retire from the field. I don't know how he would have fared in office during peacetime, but who knows. He was born during peacetime two years before the First War broke out, and much of his youth was spent in the twenty-year interim between the First and Second Wars. Maybe he would have handled the change better than Minato-sensei's and my generation did when the world finally got around to peace again.

[frankencanon]

You know how Kishimoto revealed that Kakashi was originally going to speak like a Samurai, ending sentences with the verbal tic "de gozaru" much like Naruto does with "dattebayo" and Deidara with "un"?

Right, well I had an idea:

What if it was a Hatake thing that Kakashi had picked up from his father, a remnant of when the Hatake were a Samurai Clan?

And what if, as one of only two living Hatake, the verbal tic was strongly associated with Hatake Sakumo, the White Fang, in particular? At least amongst Konoha nin.

And what if Kakashi intentionally made an effort to drop it in the wake of his father's suicide in order to further distance himself from him? Much like the headcanon about Kakashi wearing his mask to hide how much he looks like Sakumo.

—

More fun ideas:

1. What if it slips out when he's drunk? Can you imagine? Most people's speech gets more casual or coarse when drunk, but Kakashi? No, Kakashi gets alarmingly formal. It freaks people out and confuses the hell out of them at the same time.

2. After Kannabi Bridge — after Obito knocks some sense into Kakashi, and after Kakashi stops trying so hard to be so different from his father — he tries to pick it back up again, but it's been so long that it's annoyingly difficult and winds up taking a long, long time for Kakashi to be able to use it casually again without having to think about it beforehand.

3. Kakashi spent so long repeatedly forcing himself to say it again in an effort to pick it back up that when he's disguised as Sukea it just sort of...slips out. Whoops? Accidental face reveal? Let's just hope there weren't too many people around to hear him say it, since everyone knows there's only one person in all of Konoha who ends their sentences with -de gozaru.

[dark-elf-writes]

Building from the previous Naruto training ask, red light Sasuke trains with Kakashi but unlike Sakura and Naruto who become better versions of their teachers Sasuke does not become the second coming of the copy ninja. No he becomes the second coming of the white fang. Sasuke who has learnt how valuable those around him are and what its like to lose them being trained by Kakashi “your friends before the mission” Hatake. Kakashi telling Sasuke stories of his father and how he died and Sasuke who lost everyone to a mission (because with Orochimaru’s return and Danzo’s arrest came the truth) Sasuke would admire the man who prioritized his comrades. Slowly Sasuke grows, his hair gets longer and put up into a ponytail, he becomes stronger and skilled with a blade until Kakashi gifts him his fathers blade. A white tanto famed for leaving behind a white slash. Sasuke getting the same summoning contact (wolves) that Sakumo had. Suddenly every nation that once feared the white fang sees him again, this time with black hair and red eyes but with the same amount skill, power and genius behind that white slashing sword and he’s only getting stronger. Sasuke Uchiha, the White Fang Reborn, the man who will protect his comrades no matter what, the man who will confront his past, confront his brother and save him from the darkness he plunged himself into.

Sasuke becoming an avenger of a different sort.

Sasuke baring his teeth at the injustice of what was done to him and his brother, to so many kids like them, and deciding enough was enough.

Sasuke who uses his influence as the technical Uchiha head (a clan in more than name with the confirmation that the only other surviving member of the main line was not a traitor.) to make the world around them change for the better.

Sasuke who turns first to the red light district and the forgotten Uchiha who had helped ease so many of his own hurts when he was young. Who had made him feel less alone. Who had taught him that he could choose his family.

He names them Uchiha in truth, names them his heir while he’s at it, because if something should happen to him in his crusade at least there will be someone who knows, someone brought up in the District that raised him to carry on his dream.

He bares his teeth at the world, with Sakura at one shoulder and Naruto at the other, and together the three of them drag everyone around them into something better.

[depressedhatakekakashi]

A Scarecrow's Secret

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Musician AU: Scarecrow

For my AU-Tober and @kakagaievents Kakagai Halloween event using the prompt 'Scarecrow'<3

The life of a musician was full of parties.

That was one of the first things Gai had learned when he went on the road with his band. No matter how many shows they were doing or how late those shows went, there would be a party afterward.

Today’s party just happened to fall on Halloween, making it a double event. A party to celebrate the band’s latest concert, and a Halloween party. Everyone was expected to show up in costume, and Gai was determined to make sure that everyone did.

“What are you going to be?” He draped an arm around Kakashi’s shoulders and grinned when the security guard leveled him with a rather unimpressed look. “Don’t tell me you didn’t think of a costume.”

“I have many costumes,” Kakashi insisted. “I just thought going as ‘your boyfriend’ was enough to terrify everyone in the room.”

Gai rolled his eyes. “How is that even the least bit terrifying?”

“You tell a room full of fan girls dreaming of getting into bed with you that you have a boyfriend, and the room will combust into tears.”

Opening his mouth, Gai frowned when he realized he had nothing to combat that with. 

“But,” Kakashi continued without hesitation. “If you think that would be a little too traumatizing for your fans, I could show up as Genma.”

“And that’s terrifying because?”

“Have you looked at him? He’s so-” Slapping a hand over his boyfriend's mouth, Gai sighed. He knew exactly what Kakashi was about to say and it wasn’t something that he wanted to hear. Especially since Genma could walk in on them at any moment.

They weren’t exactly in a private hotel room, after all. 

“Please tell me you have something else to dress up as.” Kakashi’s eyes darted down to the hand covering his mouth and with a semi-exhausted sigh Gai removed it. “And please, don’t say Ebisu.”

“I’m trying to terrify people, not traumatize them.”

“That’s…why are you so rude?”

“It’s not rude if I’m telling the truth,” Kakashi argued, laughing when Gai gave him a light smack across the shoulder. “Alright, sorry. A costume. Well… what are you being?”

Upon hearing the question a smile broke out across Gai’s face. “I was going to go as my favorite musician, the white fang,” he declared proudly. “Not particularly terrifying, but I thought it would be cool,” He’d expected Kakashi to agree with his fantastic choice of costumes, but instead was greeted with a pained cringe. “What?”

“Nothing,” Kakashi cleared his throat, but Gai didn’t believe him for a second. “Just an…interesting choice.”

“He’s one of the most amazing singers!” throwing himself back on the couch, Gai chuckled when Kakashi looked down at him with a rather unimpressed look. “Name one better singer. I dare you.”

“You.”

“I…” heat rushed into Gai’s cheeks so fast that he felt his head starting to spin. “what!?” 

“There’s also that singer, what’s her name,” snapping his fingers and squinting his eyes, Kakashi frowned. then, as if a bolt of lightning had suddenly struck him, his eyes widened.“Oh! The Silent Storm! Minamoto Yua!”

“She’s his wife,” Gai informed his boyfriend with a proud smile. “They got married long before either of us were born. I think they even had a kid,” thinking about it, he couldn’t help but laugh. “A kid with two of the best singers in the entire world. I wonder what their voice sounds like.”

“Must be something,” he could swear he heard Kakashi snort, but when he looked at his boyfriend again he was just standing there staring at him with those tender black eyes that he loved losing himself in whenever he could. “Anyways,” waving his hand, he dismissed the conversation as if it had no value. “You’re going to be the white fang, so how about I dress up as a scarecrow?”

“A scarecrow?” tilting his head, Gai frowned. “What does a scarecrow have to do with the white fang?”

“Well, his name is Hatake Sakumo,” Kakashi explained. “Hatake means field, Sakumo means crop. So if I dress up as a scarecrow it’ll be a whole theme,” Gai stared at his boyfriend as if he’d just grown a second head. “what?”

“Kakashi…” Taking a deep breath, he released it through his mouth. “How do you know the meaning of the white fangs' names?”

For the first time since they’d met, Gai saw an expression on his boyfriend's face that he never thought was physically possible for him to show.

Shame.

“I did my research?” 

“Kakashi…”

“I…may know him,” his boyfriend explained while refusing to make eye contact with him. “On a personal level.”

Suddenly a lot of things began to make sense. Kakashi��s aversion to any conversation around the White Fang, his similar silver hairstyle and sharp black eyes, and even the way he sometimes looked like the spitting image of the White Fang.

Slapping both hands over his face, Gai groaned. “How can I be so stupid?”

“You’re not stupid,” spreading his fingers, he glared at his boyfriend from the small spaces he’d created between them. “You’re not! In fact, you’re the first one to realize.”

“Really?”

“Well, second,” Kakashi admitted with a slight cringe. “Technically Yamato figured it out first, but he actually got to see us in the same room together so it was a lot easier for him.”

Dragging his hands down over his face, he allowed everything to sink in. Not only was he dating the most handsome security guard he’d ever had the pleasure of meeting, but he was dating the son of the White Fang. The one musician he’d looked up to since childhood, and the person he wanted to be just like. When he’d first begun his musical career he’d sung the White Fangs songs in dingy pubs and bars. 

He’d always wanted to be just like his hero, and somehow in his attempts to emulate the man he looked up to he’d ended up falling in love with his son.

“I really am hopeless,” he sighed, recalling all of the times Genma and Ebisu had teased him about his hero worship. “I’ve known you for, what, two years now?”

“Three,” Kakashi corrected him, earning himself the best ‘unimpressed glare’ that Gai could muster up at the moment. “Right, sorry. Continue.”

“I should have noticed. I mean, how could I not notice? You’re the spitting image of him! And your personality,” well that wasn’t actually anything like the White fangs. The white fang was cheerful and open. Kakashi was more closed off and aloof.  The one personality trait they did share was that they both seemed to be incredibly dorky, but while the White Fang was unafraid of showing his dorky side to the public, Kakashi reserved him for private moments.

Only special people, such as Yamato and Gai, were allowed to see Kakashi in his dorkiest moments. 

“This is a lot to take in,” he whispered while mulling over this newfound information. 

All sorts of different thoughts began swirling around in his head. Surprise, fascination, and panic.

A deep, gut-wrenching panic that quickly overwhelmed all of the other emotions.

Had he fallen for Kakashi because of how similar he was to his father?

Was his love for Kakashi a result of his hero worship spilling over into his interactions with his boyfriend?

Did Kakashi think any of this was true?

“Kakashi, I-“

“You’re bad with faces,” Kakashi answered before he could even begin to form some sort of apology for his mistakes. In response, Gai simply sat there staring at him as though he’d just dropped a giant bomb of information on him. “It took you three months to remember who Yamato was, and that was after seeing him constantly for two weeks during the start of your last tour.” 

“I-“

“And let’s not forget Kisame. The bass guitarist of the new band ‘The Akatsuki’. Every time he sees you he’s ready for a face-off on the stage, but to this day you can’t remember who he is.”

“Kisame…” searching his memory banks, Gai frowned when he couldn’t find a face to match the name. “You said he was a bass guitarist?”

“He literally paints his skin blue and has a make-up artist give him shark gills whenever he goes out in public,” Kakashi sighed. “Anyways, my point is that you’re bad with faces. Beating yourself up for not recognizing my father’s features in me is ridiculous. You’re more likely to remember him by his jacket than you are to recall what his face looks like.” 

“So…”

Flopping down on the couch beside him, Kakashi wrapped an arm around Gai’s shoulder and pulled him into a bone-crushing hug.

The type of hug that was more likely to come from Gai, and which anyone who looked at Kakashi in his oversized uniform would assume he wasn’t capable of giving.

Gai’s bones would disagree with those assessments.

“So, stop beating yourself up over it,” Kakashi insisted. “And start thinking about another costume, because I can tell you right now if you go with your chosen look you will be sleeping alone on Halloween.” 

Resting his head against Kakashi’s shoulder, he huffed. “But I've already put in so much work. I even got all of the patches for my leather jacket.”

“Mmmhmm, alright. Let me ask you a question then. What would you think if I showed up to the party looking like your old man?”

The image hit Gai like a ton of bricks.

There was nothing wrong with how his papa looked. He had the signature bowl cut that Gai had inherited from him, great taste in clothing, and a big bushy mustache that anyone would be jealous of.

As a father, he was the perfect specimen, but the idea of kissing someone who looked just like him made Gai’s skin crawl.

“Alright, I get it,” he sighed, silently wondering if there were any last-minute costumes he could pick up that would even come close to being as good as the one he’d spent the last two months working on. 

“Thank you,” leaning in, Kakashi kissed his forehead. “So it’s decided. I’ll be a scarecrow and you’ll find a new costume.”

“Something good,” Gai muttered under his breath. “Something-“ a smile stretched across his face when an idea came to mind.

“Gai…” Meeting his boyfriend's gaze, he snickered when he saw Kakashi eyeing him with a cautious look. “I’m going to regret asking you to change costumes, aren't I?”

Lifting his right hand, he pinched his thumb and forefinger together so that there was only a sliver of space left between them. “A bit, maybe.”

[retiredsenju]

Could you tell us a little about the White Fang, Godaime-sama? I wanted to write my history paper on him, but the library doesn't have anything and Haru-sensei said I'm not allowed to go bother Rokudaime-sama again :(

Sure thing, kid! Have a seat, this might be long...

-pours herself some sake-

Let's get started with the basics: the legendary White Fang, as you already know, was Hatake Sakumo, head of the dwindling Hatake clan and father of the Rokudaime Hokage. Few people associate both names to the same person these days, mostly due to how his life ended, and I honestly hope this is due to their own shame in regards to how the village treated him back then, but hell, his story deserves to be told, even if it hurts some people's egos.

He was seen as a genius shinobi, mastering many techniques and chakra natures, and completing missions with an efficiency that made many mission scrolls mention him specifically as the requested team leader. That never got to his head, though, and he was one of the kindest men I've ever met. Jiraiya and I were not much past teenagers when the Second War started, and even after we (and Orochimaru) were labeled the Legendary Sannin, we still looked up to him -- and I'm pretty sure Jiraiya was the one who started all the talk about him being more powerful than the three of us; there's truth to the rumour, though, I'm pretty sure he could have taken the three of us at the same time if he wanted to. Jiraiya and I pestered him to go out for drinks with us, and I think we seemed to him like an annoying fanclub... I can't deny it, the man was as skilled as he was good looking!

-laughs a little and pours down some more sake-

Still, he took the three shinobi restrictions very seriously, and always insisted on coming home early to his wife. I suppose that's also why he was so compassionate towards his comrades, he valued family and friends, and wanted to make sure they always came back to their loved ones. That was actually the secret to his mission efficiency, his team formations relied heavily on teamwork, and making the best use possible of each ninja's particular skills and how well they fit into the team dynamics. It's also why he got so famous during the war, not only was he a tactical genius, he also had the respect of anyone fighting under him, and his presence alone was enough to boost morale -- they felt safe with him leading them, and made defeat seem impossible.

He was such a compassionate man, really, in some ways he reminds me a bit of Naruto... maybe he was born in the wrong generation, or maybe he was the precursor of what Konoha culture would become like, who knows... But I think he'd be happy to see such peaceful times, and to meet the brat his son trained, and the beliefs under which he was trained too... I damn well know how harsh those times were, I had to fight tooth and nail to defend the idea of medic nins, and people at the time did not appreciate medical jutsu at all.

-another dose of sake-

I think he would be proud of his son too, of course, but maybe a bit shocked he became Hokage -- not that he didn't trust his potential as a ninja, but Kakashi wasn't much of a team player back then, and such an impatient brat too! I remember him telling us stories about how he tried to get him to understand not everyone picked up skills as quickly as he did, and worked so hard to teach him patience with others, but he would always lecture his own father when he got home late from a mission!

-more laughter-

Yes, he was a good man... When his last mission failed because he prioritised getting his comrades home safe, the village turned his back on him, and I'm sure it took its toll on him, they built him up just to tear him down... I guess it's part of the danger of becoming a high-profile ninja, people put you on a pedestal... I remember the scrutiny when I became Hokage, and I can only imagine what it would be like to have your own people turn on you... You know, I think I will propose a revision to the history books to include more about him next time I'm on a council meeting... Kakashi probably hasn't done so because he didn't want to make it look like he wanted to self-aggrandize through his father, but there's no such fear coming from me... might as well make those council meetings useful for something.

[justsomeoneunordinary]

today seems to be chat day for me, so while i'm at it already...

what's up with the hatake and the whole wolf contact, nomadic, wild clan? i don't wanna say a hc is wrong bc it's a hc.... but this is possibly the wrongest hc i've ever seen

everything abt hatake we know is hinted toward farming. kakashi = scarecrow, sakumo = crops, hatake = field, and their clan symbol resembles a rice field. what about that screams nomads??? wolves???

i assume it must be bc sakumo is known as the white fang, but otherwise... that's it. like, sorry but it just doesn't fit

first of all, the inuzuka clan already exists, and it's kind of cheap to make the hatake clan a copy paste version of them, but bigger and more feral bc "wolves are cooler than dogs"

it's perfectly fine to think that the inuzuka are not feral enough, i actually agree; they could be wilder imo. but the foundations are already there - fandom could simply expand on them. tsume's dog is practically a mean wolfdog already, you could just take what's already there and mold it to your tastes

secondly, this whole "pack" hc in which the hatake see family above all elese and form their own packs could not fit kakashi less if you tried. the man lost his team and shrugged it off. when they came back, he had no issues adding sai or giving them over to tenzou. he loves his team, but he is not possessive over them and has never been. that's not expansion of what could've been anymore, that's outright out of character

thirdly, kishi didn't leave us with absolutely nothing abt the hatake. their names are already hints. it's hinting at agriculture. you could come up with so much worldbuilding with this, how the hatake mostly only used ninjutsu for farming, how sakumo and kakashi broke those traditions and became both top shinobi konoha's of their time. not to mention who kakashi's mother might've been...

i'm obviously not saying ppl shouldn't enjoy their hcs, i am only saying that it's crazy the most popular fanon abt the hatake became the one that directly opposes the only bit we were given canonically

fanon somehow jumped from farmer to nomads and wolves of all things, all the while the inuzuka already exists, and most ppl don't even seem to realize it...