#Tsunade moved the family to the Land of Iron Au

[depressedhatakekakashi]

Land Of Iron Au

For: @shinobimagpie

Gai had faced many challenges in his life, but in all of his years as a Shinobi he never thought he’d find himself at the wrong end of a sword.

“You are rather skilled,” he praised his opponent with a bright smile. “I didn’t think the Samurai of the Land of Iron would ever be able to keep up to me.”

“So you thought, what? That you’d just sneak past our borders?” He expects anger in his opponents voice. Perhaps annoyance. What he hears instead, is amusement. “You underestimated us.”

“I did.”

“And what is it you came here for, Shinobi?” The swords tip pressed against his neck. “Surely there’s nothing in this land that you require.”

“My friend,” he answered without thought. “I received a message from an old friend of mind telling me that someone i knew, someone i cate about, is here.”

“A friend?” The samurai tilted their head. “What kind of friend could a Shinobi have here?”

Gai thought back to his childhood. To the days he would spend challenging his eternal rival, and how they had slowly become friends with each spar they had.

He thought back to the days he lost when that friend dissappeared suddenly, no trace of him to be found. Gai had tried to ask Lord Third about it, but the only answer he ever received was that it was none of his concern.

“A special friend,” he answered. “My best friend.”

“What makes this person so worthy of that title?”

Gai shrugged his shoulders. “He doesn’t need to be worthy of it, it’s just a fact.”

He expects to be cut, or perhaps turned away. Scolded for foolish, childhood memories. It’s something he’s used to after years of being reminded to focus on his missions and told to forget about his friend.

He could never forget, though. Even when he tried to ignore them the memories were there. Taunting him. Reminding him of what he had lost.

“Your friend,” the Samurai lowers their sword and takes a step back. “How do you know they remember you?”

His heart ached at the thought of being forgotten, but Gai stood firm. “He’ll remmember.”

The two of them stood there staring at each other, neither of them moving to attack. Gai wasn’t sure how lo they stood out there in the snow, the freezing wind biting his skin.

All he knew was that he wouldn’t leave until he saw him.

“You really are stubborn, Gai,” The Samurai sighed. “To stand out here in the freezing cold waiting for a long lost friend.”

Gai blinked. “I… didn’t tell you my name.”

“You don’t need to,” sheathing his sword, the Samurai reached up and carefully removed their helmet. Silver hair dropped into sight, a long pony tail settling against the Samurai’s back.

“Kakashi…”

“Its been what, twelve years?”

“Thirteen,” Gai corrected him as a smile stretched across his face. “Thirteen very long years.”

“Ah, well…” setting his helmet against his legt side, Kakashi closed his eyes and offered Gai a friendly smile. “Hello again.”