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Kakashi and Yua piece for @depressedhatakekakashi happy birthday 🙇♂️🥰
#kakashi hatake#Yua hatake#she’s depressedhatakekakashis oc! go read up on her on their blog she’s Kakashi’s mom :)#sins Kakashi#sins Yua#guts art#Gutsphobic on TikTok and kofi | CheysGuts on twitter
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Hatake Yua (Kakashi's mom) and her little family for @depressedhatakekakashi 🥰
and a close up on baby Kakashi because I love him 🥹❤️
#naruto#kakashi#kakashi hatake#hatake kakashi#hatake sakumo#sakumo hatake#hatake yua#Kakashi's mom#naruto oc#oc: hatake yua#naruto fanart#kakashi fanart#my art#sky draws
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(from samuraiisms) (first time meeting) "...." Mifune felt very intimidated being paired with the toughest girl in the city for his first spar, and it showed, the young boy practically trembling too hard to hold a sword. He hoped the rumors were just silly stories-
It was hard for Yua not to notice her sparring partner shaking in his boots. The boy was a picture-perfect example of fear, and she couldn't help but think that his fear had something to do with her.
"You know," she held her training sword firm in front of her, eyes locked on the boy. "Sparing usually includes actually attempting to attack your opponent. I don't recall there being anything in our training about cowering in our boots at an adversary."
Her words were harsh, but she hoped that they spurred her classmate into action. Even just a short match would be better than simply standing there waiting for something to happen.
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I so rarly send requests but if you ever had insperation for Kagami/Yua in 2c i would melt
I loved this!! <3
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My favorite lady
With her favorite Kohai
By one of my favorite artists!?!?!? 😍😍😍
I’m dying this is SO CUTE just like Mifune!!!
Thank you so much I’m crying it’s so sweet!!!
Once upon a time...long ago...in the Land of Iron...
@depressedhatakekakashi
Merry Christmas, with a rare picture of a Senpai and Kouhai and an even rarer glimpse of Yua going soft!
Art by @animetrashmuffin
#General Mifune#Hatake Yua#Minamato Yua#Oc: Hatake Yua#Ahhhh this is so it!#he’s just so sweet and excited it’s adorable#she cab’t resist#little brother adopted you cannot have him back#he’s her’s to guard now XD#until he’s older and can kick ass himself#but she’ll still be a lil protective
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Homecoming v.2
...get it.. because the first chapter of my long form sayuri fic is called "homecoming" and this would be version 2... funny... no you dont get it.. thats ok...
Day 6! :) Uh, I had sooo much on my mind for this one and i shortened it quite some so it wouldn't get out of hand. But there is sooo much still in my brain that will never come out. Classic "In my head AU"
Blink and you miss it reference to @depressedhatakekakashi's Yua because when I thought of this scenario and where Kakashi possibly could have gone, she would not leave my mind.
Uchiha Sayuri is this bitch
Role Reversal Au (but not like a total role reversal, Sayuri still has her scumbag father)
Rated M (there is mention of domestic abuse in here)
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for @narutoocshipweek Day 6: Role Reversal.
On an Anbu mission out of town Sayuri stood face to face with a ghost.
On an Anbu mission out of town Sayuri stood face to face with a ghost.
She didn’t need more than one look to realise who she had stumbled upon, the hair silver grey and white as it used to be, the uncovered eye lazy and disinterested. He was tall now, yes, stronger, larger, but he was still the same. No matter how many years she hadn’t seen him, she still felt hot now that she was back in his presence.
That Hatake Kakashi hadn’t died wasn’t a secret to her. In fact, she hadn’t thought him dead the moment he had run away. Kakashi was not a shinobi of second class. He had been Jounin at the age of 12 and not for no reason. No, Sayuri hadn’t believed what people had told her that he had died when he ran away from his shame and anger and disappointment. Neither had Rin, for what it was all worth. All of them had strongly believed that he was still alive somewhere, holding on, doing whatever it was that took his mind off things. But as years passed many lost their belief, even Gai after a while thought it must have been true. If Kakashi were still alive he would have sent them a message by name, he would have to have a reputation. There weren’t many people with sharingans running around.
But Sayuri had always known that he was still alive and around somewhere. At least since the mark on her wrist appeared and branded her. Soulmates were a weird concept that she could not wrap her head around until it was suddenly there. Three little symbols on her 14th birthday marking his name on her left hand. She couldn't exactly tell people that she knew he was still alive. Also because part of her wished to never see him again after everything, Rin dying, Kushina dying….. She didn’t feel like explaining this to him.
Running from him forever however just put her right here in this place with him. He was wearing armour, his hair long and pulled back in a tiny ponytail not unlike the way his father had worn it when he had come back from whatever place he had travelled to that had kept him from Konoha as long as it did. Back when he appeared with a child but without a wife and refused to talk about the circumstances. Sayuri of course had not yet been born back then, but her father had complained about it often enough.
Kakashi’s eyes shot up as if he could feel her stare on his face and their eyes met for the first time in almost 10 years. His were still as grey as ever and hers were the signature black that the Uchiha genes provided. He nodded and Sayuri nodded back. What else was there to do? She slid over to his table and sat down on the opposite side without asking if it was alright with him, placing her Anbu mask on the table next to her.
“Your mask is a dog”, Kakashi stated without introduction or hello or other conversation starter. “That’s a fun twist of fate is it not?”
She didn’t feel like telling him that it was a Hound, which was yes, a dog, but bigger, and that yes, she had picked it because she had remembered his dog pack back from when she was young, instead a million other questions swirled around in her mind. And though she should have maybe asked “Where were you?” or “Why didn’t you message us that you were alright?” or “What the hell are you wearing?” The words she settled on were more personal and expressed a deep pain in her heart that she had maybe always felt, but that was definitely bubbling to the surface now.
“Why did you leave me?”
This was probably not the right thing to ask, seeing as Kakashi hadn’t left her personally. He had just left their village, their teachers, their friends -one of whom happened to be Sayuri. But it felt like a direct slide to her, now that teachers and friends had died or moved on, she could not help but feel angry and disappointed at it. Here he was, all grown up and healthy and happy from the looks of it and that stung more than she could admit out loud.
Kakashi waved to the barman and he brought two sake cups to place before either of them. He drank the entire cup before he spoke, throwing the long hair into his face. He wasn’t wearing a hitai-ate anymore, but his sharingan eye was covered by a thin bandana bearing rune-like symbols that Sayuri had never seen. He sighed deeply: “You must have known I was still alive out there.”
Not a reply to her question, he was just evading what she had accused him of. Of course, he was aware she had known he was still alive. Sayuir’s eyes darted to her left wrist that was at the moment covered under her thick black gloves and then to his hands, which too were behind gloves. If she had his name it meant that he had hers. At least theoretically.
“You could have contacted me”, she now said and the words were bitter on her tongue. Kakashi just shrugged and leaned back in his chair. “I did not think I had anything to say”, he replied and sounded like a spoiled little child.
Sayuri took her own sake cup and drowned it down, filled it and downed it again. “Gai thought you were dead”, she said bitterly. “Does that mean nothing to you?”
“You could have always told him.”
He must have known well enough by now that the soulmate marks were only visible to oneself, and, at least that's what the legend said, to your soulmate. So Sayuri had tried and failed to inform Gai about Kakashi’s wearabouts, had told him she was sure he was still out there, without mentioning her mark, but Gai had always assumed she was just telling him things to please him. “You don’t have to lie to me, Sayuri. It is ok. I am quite fine.” It had been a hopeless case. Even though he’d been away, there was no way Kakashi didn’t understand that.
“Oh yeah, that would have been so easy, you got me”, she spit out and moved her head away. “Still, I thought you’d be more interested in knowing how we are all doing.”
She noticed that he was wearing a tiny Hatake symbol on his frontal plate. It reminded her a little of the Uchiha crest her father wanted her to wear underneath her ANBU armour plate as if it made a difference. She had objected of course, to no avail. Everybody in ANBu was supposed to know which clan she belonged to first and foremost. IT was disgusting actually.
“I was. But I don’t think I could have just returned after I was away for so many years. Don’t you think they would have asked questions?” Kakashi said and he was obviously right. Had he returned after he was declared dead he could have been seen as a threat to the village. Especially if his answers about where he was and why he didn’t give notice were unsatisfactory.
“But then again, I’m not sure Minato-sensei would have done that to me”, he continued musing. “He did have a soft spot for me anyway… I assume MInato-sensei did end up becoming Hokage, right?”
Of course, Sayuri laughed which gained her a confused look by her opposite, he did not know that they died. Why should he? But that also meant he was in a place so cut off from the outside world that he hadn’t heard about the Kyuubi. He must also not know about Rin, about the other changes in the world. It was so hard to believe that he was away so long and so thoroughly that he missed the death of two of his most important people.
Sayuri emptied another cup of sake. That was three in quick succession and she was well on her way to getting blackout drunk. Maybe that was the only way she could deal with this situation right now, she thought. “Minato is dead. So is Kushina-sensei and….” Her voice broke before she could name Rin.
Kakashi’s eye went wide, she could see him breathe in and out below his mask. “Died?” His voice was quieter and he copied her and emptied a cup of sake. Who knew how many he had had at this point.
“When I was 13, yes. The nine-tailed fox attacked the village and killed both of them. They left behind a baby son”, Sayuri explained and remembered that night. The screams, the chaos, the specific instructions that they were not allowed to help the fighting shinobi. She had just recently joined ANBU on Kushina’s encouragement and felt utterly helpless and horrible. And then the persecution of the Uchiha made her father even more unhinged than he already was…
“You know if you’d contact me once you saw the burn mark on your wrist, then you’d maybe know about them dying”, she said in anger and tapped with her finger next to his left hand. Kakahi pulled the hand away as if she had burned it and frowned: “I was not able to contact anybody at that age. I’m sorry to hear of their death….”
He really seemed like he meant it. “Whatever”, Sayuri said. “Their son looks exactly like Minato, he keeps the village on its toes. Not that I could take care of a child - can’t even take care of myself…”
It was weird sitting there with him and drinking sake cup after sake cup with a long lost friend. The guy she used to crush on when she was younger and more naive. He looked so similar to the version of him that had been dominating her mind, but he was so different. The lines around his eyes were deeper and his facial structure was more mature. Also his voice, of course, his voice had dropped down and was now naturally vibrant, filling her ears and echoing off her insides. He looked good, well fed, well grown, not a mess like she was. And that, above all, pissed her off.
“So you have been doing well for yourself, huh, have enjoyed some fruitful years”, Sayuri said coldly, gesturing to his belly as if there was any fat there to make fun of. It was a petty thing to be mean about, of course and untrue on top, but she felt petty.
Kakashi shrugged his shoulders: “You Uchiha have always been a major pain in my ass, really. It was so quiet with none of you around.” Now he was being petty back at her.
“Oh yeah?! Well you have my brother’s sharingan eye, so show a bit of respect to my family!” Sayuri screamed a little louder than really necessary. Kakashi pulled a brow and she could read the question on his face before he even said it. No Sayuri’s connection to her family had not deepend, no she still despised the fact that she had been born into the Uchiha clan. Using them to win an argument was stupid. Idiotic. Childish.
It was even worse because now people’s heads turned over and put Kakashi into their lenses. A shinobi running around with a sharingan eye for the taking was not usual, especially if they weren’t actually part of the Uchiha clan. Sayuri could clearly feel the eyes of all of them aimed at their table and could sense the killing intent polluting the air.
“Let’s go into my room”, Kakashi hissed quickly and grabbed her, before she could stop him from it. She had just about time to grab her mask before he dragged her up the stairs into a small room with a tiny futon and a kimono folded over a bamboo chair. At least that answered the question that she hadn’t asked and showed her that he did not always wear this weird armour outfit.
He let go of her hand and she laughed a little cruelly: “Can’t you defend yourself anymore? Did the last ten years make you weak?” Kakashi turned his head, it was a little red with anger. “I didn’t want to cause a scene, something you should understand or not? Anbu squad leader Dog” Kakashi said back and a shadow fell over his eyes.
“Hound, actually.” Sayuri shrugged her shoulders theatrically: “Wouldn’t have surprised me if you had not been able to do something about them. You don’t at all seem like the person you were when you were a child.” She looked up and his icy glare met hers. “I mean except the part of you not caring about your friends and comrades. You were good at that already when you were ten.” She grinned a lopsided grin and knew she was now dangerously close to crossing a line.
“I do care about my friends and comrades,” Kakashi growled between gritted teeth.
“Ohhh, well if that would be the case, why didn’t you send a message? At least to me?”
“Why do you think you are entitled to have me message you? Why do you think of all the people that I trusted, you were the one I would tell where I went and what I did? You were only a pain in my ass most of my childhood, “ Kakashi’s eyes now were alight with a fury that ignited her own.
Without saying a word she ripped her arm protection off her arms and pulled her gloves down. All of it fell to the floor with a loud clunk and she pushed her wrist into his face: “Because of this! Because I felt like you would want to talk to me about this. Was this nothing to you?” The skin below her left wrist was burned in like the tattoo on her left arm. Three tiny symbols were visible right beneath it and it had Kakashi’s name on it. He looked down on it and stretched his left hand. Then he looked up at her arm.
Sayuri was full of bruises, it was the way she was. Her missions took a toll on her and she was clumsy when she was distracted. Kakashi touched the arm, let his thumb run from her wrist to her elbow and up her arm to her sleeves. He was surprisingly gentle when handling the wounds and his first direct touch in many years made her blush against her will.
“Who did this to you?”, he asked with a grumble and picked up her other arm to inspect her bruises. She bit her lower lip. There was this inclination to lie to him. It could have been so easy- she lied to her subordinate Tenzo all the time about it. The reality was embarrassing and terrible and a little hard to admit to herself. But somehow she couldn't bring herself to lie to Kakashi specifically. She squirmed: “I came home late recently”, she explained. “He did not like it.”
“You father?” Kakashi asked and his eyes went wide again. He grabbed her wrist so that his thumb hung over his own name. “He is still hitting you?” Sayuri nodded, though she did not look in his face. “You should be stronger than him now, right?” he seemed genuinely angry on her behalf, “Why don’t you put a stop to this?”
Sayuri tried to get out of his grip but he held onto her even tighter: “I don’t know! He is my father. I have nobody else. Maybe - Maybe - Maybe I deserve this..” She bit her tongue at the last part. She knew she’d said too much.
He seemed like a slow erupting volcano: “You don’t deserve this. He should not do this. I’ll- I’ll get him to stop…” She laughed a cold unforgiving laugh as a reply: “And how? You don’t even want to go back to the village. You could have helped me long ago, but it did not matter. Rin didn’t matter, Minato didn’t matter… Obito didn’t matter…” She dragged the last name out and knew she was hurting both of them by calling it.
His face went white and then red with anger. He stepped forward to press her back against the closed door. “Well I’m trying to help you now, am I not?”
“Don’t you think that's a little late?” she spit back.
“Sage, do you ever shut up?”
“Could ask you the damn same.”
They stared at each other, the air between them sizzling with electricity. He was still holding her wrist with his name under his fingers. Sayuri was breathing heavily now as if the air had suddenly gotten unbearably humid, which was so unusual for the country they were both in at the moment. She stared up at the grey eye and the bandana, and looked into the face of the man who used to be a boy that was her friend. Now he was just… Well, she did not know who he was.
Her fingers found his own left hand and without breaking eye contact she undressed his glove and let it fall to the ground. There were some new scars around his hands, from sharpening swords or kunais or whatever he had been doing, but when she looked down she could see the three symbols engraved there. Her heart jumped a little when she saw it was her name, even if she had known it before. Maybe deep down she’d still be scared that she was somehow misunderstanding this whole soulmate thing.
Strangely mirroring him she let her thumb run over her own name, gently holding his wrist between her fingers. Kakashi let her do this and watched her from overhead. Neither of them spoke for a bit, the fight seemingly on hold like they had both been put in a daze. Soulmate marks were odd and seemed to evade proper research. Nobody knew where they came from and why they appeared and disappeared. And nobody knew what incredible power they held once they were unified next to each other.
There was a pull right behind her ear, as if it was dragging her head upwards. Something magnetic was forcing Sayuri closer to him and she let it happen, let herself get dragged into his orbit. Kakashi too seemed to be pulled in by the gravity and he let go of her wrist to move finger mechanically up to his mask. They looked at each other one moment and Sayuri was confused and insecure and felt the weight of everything crushing and disappearing around her, but the next moment her eyes fell shut on their own and she just let whatever was happening happen.
Once as kids they had kissed, or rather, Sayuri had kissed Kakashi as a fun prank. It had been so long ago that she’d forgotten most about it other than the embarrassment she had felt after she’d done it and his shocked face. This was not like that time. It was like they had always done this, as if they had kissed each other a million times before this one. It was so easy, so intuitive and it felt like coming home from a long mission. Kakashi pushed forward into her and she let him, a little dazed at the taste of all of it, the encompassing feeling of melting away under the touch of someone else.
They got dragged underwater like in a spiral, hands grabbing each other greedily and fast as if there was sudden hunger involved. The leftover glove dropped and Sayuri who did not know how to get the armour off let her finger get guided by his hands until she figured the clips and slings out, while his mouth explored her cheeks, her neck and her shoulder. Neither of them spoke much other than affirmations and sighs and names. The world ceased to exist and there was only them and their pull to be as close as they possibly could.
Every of his touches felt like a flame moving up her skin, each of his kisses left a little bruise behind that did not sting like the others did. He was careful with her injuries, she found more and more scars on his body. Wherever this body had been in the last ten years, Kakashi had definitely looked after it even when he was injured. There were so many questions that needed answers, but right at this point she just let herself be undone by him. Maybe she should have been angry still, but she found herself unable to think and feel anything but the greatest desire.
Kakashi held her steady when they were done, both on their backs on the floorboards. They hadn’t walked to the futon that was not far from them and had instead stayed on the hard ground, unable to make it one more metre for more comfort. The wild feeling had not yet passed completely, but Sayuri could feel her breath calm under his embrace, could feel herself ease into the crook of his neck. It was like this place had always been her place and in some way this might be true. After all, they had been branded soulmates.
“Come with me”, he whispered into her ear suddenly and she opened her eyes to turn to him. She had pulled the bandana from his head and let his hair fly down over his face in her frency, but he had kept his sharingan eye pressed shut all through it. It made her smile to think that he felt like this moment was too private to share with Obito, no matter how much Kakashi must miss him.
Sayuri reached her hand forward and ran her fingers through his hair: “Come with you, where?” She still had no idea where he had lived most of these years and he had not told her about it.
“I was in the Land of Iron” Kakashi explained and Sayuri moved away from him a little. The samurai land? Getting in there was surprisingly hard and usually foreigners were killed on sight. If he had lived there for so many years he must have been very lucky. But on the other hand this would explain why he missed so much of the world news. The samurai were notoriously against engaging with the outside world. “Turns out my mother is still alive there” he continued.
“Y-your mother..” She blinked at him. It worked with the stories she had heard of Sakumo staying away for a few years and suddenly returning with a son and no woman to show for. Maybe she’d stayed there. Maybe she hadn’t been permitted to leave.
Kakashi nodded: “Yes, she was there. I travelled around on my own for a while and then I heard rumours. I did some searching and finally found my way into the Land of Iron, which was very dangerous of course. She protected me though as soon as I found her.”
Not surprising that his mother would be a strong, independent warrior, Sayuri thought and her mind’s eye showed her her only far long gone memory of her mother. “She will protect you too if I bring you, I swear.”
“I’m not sure… I have responsibilities and… subordinates… and Gai…” Sayuri thought of Tenzo, her number two, who was like a brother to her and all the others that had been in her graduating class. If she would also disappear suddenly it would just open old wounds again. She squirmed away from him a little more, though his hand kept hold of her hips.
Kakashi smiled and she saw the kindness in his eyes: “If you want to contact them, we could do that. You could write them all about this, if you want. As long as you leave my mother out, at least for now.” He put his forehead against hers. “I just want you to be safe from him.”
Sayuri touched her own arm and let her own fingers run over the bruises. Her father would probably not care if she’d disappear. He would assume she had died and feel better because of it. Her friends however would surely worry, no matter how worthless she sometimes thought she was. She looked up at Kakashi and knew that he was sincere with what he was saying.
Maybe this was her destiny. They had been marked as soulmates after all. She leaned up to kiss him and he held a hand against her cheek.
“Fine. Let’s go home together.”
#fanfiction things#oc: sayuri#narutoocshipweek2022#naruto oc ship week 2022#like sayuri is also the one who killed rin in this scenario#in my head both kakashi and obito saw it happen but kakashi was too far away to she WHO did it#so he just has the mangekyou but he doenst know that it was here#this could lead to future issues#also makes her guilty as hell#and thats why she got into anbu just like kakashi would have anyway#after that incident was when he went to the land of iron#thats not mentione dhere but that was sort of my idea#meow#yes im uploading this early because nobody reads these anyway so the timing does not matter#does a little dance
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The more i learn about Seppuku the more it makes sense that Sakumo’s village and friends didn’t respect him afterwards.
Because it’s a samurai ideal. Ninja’s are meant to live and fight and move on, but Sakumo didn’t do that. He chose to die an honorable SAMURAI death
A village full of Ninja isn’t going to understand that. They aren’t going to see it as Sakumo maybe did. As an act of trying to preserve his honour and loyalty to Konoha
And it’s really friggen sad because i just know Sakumo was trying so hard to hold onto even a little bit of honour after his disgrace, and instead of preserving that honour he’s insulted and hated even more. So much so that his son has to listen to his teammates, the people he risked everything to save, insult him at his funeral
I hate it. I hate that he tried so hard to do what he thought was right for himself and Kakashi, and it only made things worse
#can you tell i hit the oart if the book about seppuku?#cuz i did#and it hurts#do you think Sakumo picked up this kdeal from Yua#or was it ingrained in the Hatake clan after a long history of being samurai and turning to being shinobi#tw: suicide mention
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"A noble thing to do," Yua agreed, settling into her chair a bit easier with Astra's words. "It seems as though the Shinobi villages have grown a lot over the years and taken over in many regards," a poor system for a land that requires more. Leaving so many who choose not to join the villages out as if they don't matter. "It was wise of you to seek out a new life, under any circumstances that were not cruel or dishonorable."
She could see why Mifune spoke so highly of Astra. In only a few minutes she had managed to change her opinion on the marriage she now had with Mifune. A difficult thing to do, given Yua's stubborn nature.
"What will you do now that you're here?" she asked, determined to learn more about the new comers. "You spoke of a village, but what purpose will you have once it is finished?"
hatakefamily
the riot act. Yua chuckled at the thought of her sitting there reading Astra, let alone anyone, the riot act. As if she had any right to speak on matters of the heart or the home when she was still living with her family at times she was resting from her work.
“My job is not to determine for Mifune who is good enough for him,” she assured Astra. “In matters of the heart, or people in general, Mifune has always been more talented than me. More aware and capable of bending the way the wind pushed him.”
He accepted the responsibilities and expectations placed on his shoulders without question, while Yua would stand firm against them until she agreed with their importance. The person the land of Iron needed to lead them in the future was Mifune, and she knew that better than anyone.
Perhaps with someone such as Astra by his side, he would be able to make the changes he had always dreamed of. Their home would become the place of peace and prosperity he had always hoped for.
“Peace is not guaranteed here in the Land of Iron. there will still be our problems that we have to push back, and not everyone here has the same goals as you and Mifune, but…” It was difficult to admit after her hard stance against Mifune’s arranged marriage, but Yua was finding it rather easy to enjoy Astra’s company. “I believe, together, you and Mifune can reach those goals.”
“He is very kind,” Astra settled on, “And I worry that people may take advantage of him. I understand he is a samurai and he can defend himself but I can see how you’re so protective over him. And, with my family there are things that are shared–with our family ability. Like the meeting of eyes implies consent to reach in or share memories.”
For such a reticent family, they shared a lot with each other.
Why speak when it was more simple to just pass information along that way?
But on the other hand, they were information gatherers that were able to see manipulation through the other person’s eyes.
“I understand that–there will always be something. But–where we were–we were essentially being forced out. Rather than missions we took contracts. This was before my father died.. so a year and a half ago? He never told anyone that most of the contracts were drying up due to the fact that we vetoed the ones that were made in bad faith or were too gruesome or just plain inhumane.”
“Usually, we could barter on the contract, but with the shinobi villages–well, they’re willing to accept anything. No matter how cruel. There’s no honor in it.” And thus, Astra became a mercenary, working on her own. “I’ve spent the majority of the last year taking the contracts I had to. We–had a choice. Assimilate and fight forever or..” Come there.
“I think the only reason why we were easily accepted was because we’re considered nobility and I have credibility records spanning at least a hundred and fifty years.. I’m not expecting it to be easy, here. It’s going to be hard. But..”
But they would get through it. The alternative was worse. “I calculated the risk and I took it.”
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is yua a muse? if so, can I please ask if does any part of the BDSM?
Yua is a muse :)
Ohhh BDSM. I feel like she’d be into it a little.
Nothing extream but dom/sub, flogs, some of the toys you would find with that. She could get behind that. This is a woman who absolutely pegs her husband so i think she’d love to explore all of the things they could do together.
She won’t severely hurt her partner or herself because it could be detrimental to their work, but she will play as long as she can. Orgasm denial is particularly fun for her and if she could she would spend hours torturing her partner
In fact, she definitly had spent hours torturing her partner and you bet your ass if that partner is Tsunade Yua is getting pinned to a wall at some point
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Yua has never worn the Hatake clan symbol XD
She had the choice to, and she has the name, but she always felt like it wasn’t her symbol to wear so she chose instead to stick with simple outfits with no clan or family symbol on it at all.
oh i mean i understand that, especially when you never grew up in that stupid clan system then maybe its just whatever to you. does she feel like an outsider in the family? or does she just not care at all?
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I based the design of Sora's pants a little on what Asuma wears and now she also has the Sarutobi insignia on her clothes.
#ask things#oc: sora#when yams marries in tho he does get her name but he also doesnt wear it unless its an offical kimino#so i guess hed sort of understand yua in that regard
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Kakashi blinked, turning his eyes towards his mother in a silent question.
“I think it would be best if we try striking a target while still holding the blade first,” Yua offered, sensing her son’s anxiety at seeing his precious Tanto being tossed around. “How about, oh,” she glanced Kakashi’s way. “Grab something to guard with.”
“Easy enough,” heading back into the house, Kakashi returned a moment later with some old arm guards he had worn when he was fresh out an Anbu. A gift he had gotten himself when he thought they would look good with his uniform and provide a necessary protection to his arms.
The arm guards did not look good with his new uniform, to his disappointment.
“There, you can take some anger out on sensei,” he joked, sliding the guards into place over his arms. “Just try not to break the tanto, or me.”
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[ DARE ] “i dare you to tell him,” Yua hovered behind her student with an innocent smile on her face. “Go on, he’ll reciprocate I have no doubt about it.”
Sakura straightens her back abruptly as soon as she hears Yua talking from behind. She gulps; cringing just by the thought of the act she is about to do, “ B-But, Yua-san…there are a lot of people around.. “
Knowing her Sensei, she knows she will not hear the end of the teasing until she caves in. And so she sighs heavily, filling her lungs with some air before mustering the courage to do the dare. Sakura steps one shaky foot, followed by another. Her mind’s sole focus is to get this done and over with.
“ Lee-san! I like you! “ Sakura bows before Gai’s student, halting their training session as all members of Team Gai looks at her in bewilderment, “ My birthday is coming soon – would you be my date for that night? “
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Gai: you’re an arrigent bastard sometimes you know.
Kakashi: oh ya, got that from my mom :)
Gai: that-
Kakashi: dad used to say I was the spitting image of her when i was annoyed with someone.
Gai: … i think i understand why Sakumo-san is in love with Yua-san.
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"Senpai-" A young Mifune, still somewhat unsure of himself. "Do...do you think I'm doing well enough?"
"Why would you ask that?" Yua asked, concerned about her Kohai's doubts. "You're doing wonderfully, Mifune. I don't think I've ever met someone as confident with a blade as you."
Not one to provide blind, useless praise, Yua hoped her words sank in. There was no reason for Mifune to doubt himself in her eyes.
"At this rate...you may just surpass me," she gave him a smile, closing her eyes to enunciate her emotions. "But you'll have to work hard. I'm not going to be beaten easily."
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Shikaku looked at her with an eyebrow raised, “you think so, okaa-san? She’s really pretty… and smart.. and a shinobi.”
💬 “I heard through a little birdy that someone has a crush”
-HatakeFamily (Yua)
"Ah... Yua-san, I see Kakashi-kun can't keep secrets to himself..." He would have to remind the younger boy what 'told in confidence' meant when he saw him next.
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Somebody asked how to make Sakumo feel appreciated in bed, but how about Yua? What makes her feel appreciated?
Tell her.
Yua appreciates feedback so hearing her partner moaning and telling her how good she makes them feel is exactly how to make her feet appreciated.
Another good way is to touch her skin. Not necessarily in the sexy way, but just having her partners hand there tracing over her skin. Exploring her body with their fingers. It sends tingles down her back that she can’t get enough of. If she could lay there all day feeling those hands on her skin she would.
And just riding her. Letting her slip on that strap and fuck them senseless. Allowing her to enjoy the show of them riding her strap-on, enjoying every inch she has to give her. Nothing makes her feel more appreciated than seeing just how much they want her to fuck them,
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