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lopithecusfanfiction · 4 years ago

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Your Love is Deadly, It’s Like Fire

Author: Lopithecus Pairing: Hatake Kakashi/Maito Gai | Might Guy Rating: Teen+ Word Count: 8634 Alternate: AO3 Summary: Gai gets wounded badly when out on an important mission. Instead of continuing with the mission, Kakashi decides everyone needs to head back to Konoha to get Gai treated. Kakashi worries, Gai tries to lighten the mood, Tsunade just wishes people would listen to her. Warnings:

Hurt/Comfort

Canon-Typical Violence

Getting Together

Protective Hatake Kakashi

Author's Note: I seriously needed more Gai whump in the KakaGai fandom. There isn’t nearly enough of it (though the ones I have read have been fantastic!) This is partly inspired by zuotian’s fic, Somewhere Between Retribution and Recovery. If you’ve read that, then you’ll know what part I’m talking about (hint: it's the tent scene.)

I will admit, I haven’t finished Naruto Shippuden and I haven’t seen a single episode of Boruto (except for some of the KakaGai moments during their honeymoon vacation.) I’ve just recently started a rewatch and I’m still on just Naruto. So I might get some info wrong but I’m just going to claim artistic liberty. ;)

I really wanted this to be in Gai’s pov but then, as I was daydreaming about it, I realized that it wouldn’t work in his pov. So, Kakashi’s it is. Also, Kakashi and Gai are not in a relationship at the beginning of this. Their getting together is more subtle. By that, I mean they never actually state that they are starting a romantic relationship. It’s never made into a big deal basically.

I’m sorry for any ooc-ness in advance. It’s been a very, very long time since I’ve written these two.

Please enjoy!

It’s not like Kakashi didn’t think it could happen. He is very much aware of his and his team’s mortality. He knows it will happen eventually. He just doesn’t want it to happen. The thought scares him. Not that he will ever admit that out loud, of course.

This was supposed to be an easy B-rank mission that very quickly and dramatically turned into an A-rank mission. It was him, Gai, Naruto, Sakura, and Shikamaru. A weird combination but they were all that were available. Sai is on a different mission and so is Choji and Ino. Gai tagged along because Kakashi requested him. It had sounded like from their briefing that they would need a taijutsu specialist. Now, Kakashi is regretting that decision.

“Damn it,” Kakashi rips off a bandage and presses into the wound at Gai’s side, watching as blood oozes out. Gai groans but he looks okay and coherent so far, despite all the blood loss. “I need to find Sakura. It won’t stop bleeding.”

Gai’s hands are shaking when he reaches for the already blood-soaked bandage. “I’ll hold it,” he breathes out.

Kakashi shakes his head, raindrops splashing into his eyes. “I can’t leave you alone. We’re still in enemy territory.”

“Then what are you going to do?”

“Tt.” Kakashi bites his bottom lip. He looks around, trying to find something to conceal Gai’s prone body but finds nothing. With an agitated sigh, he turns his attention back to Gai. “I’ll be right back.” He rushes off, not waiting for an answer.

This mission.

This mission was supposed to be easy.

Their mission was to find a low-rank rogue ninja who was proficient in taijutsu and apprehend him, bringing him back to Konoha. They didn’t know nor did they take into consideration that he would have formed his own small militia made up of various strong ninja, with one of them having a kekkei genkai, according to one of the other men.

Once they had reached their destination and had realized what was happening, Kakashi put out the orders, telling Gai to focus on the one they came for since he would be best matched with him. That wasn’t the problem. The problem was when their target split off from the rest, Gai in pursuit. He had then gotten severely injured when their target met up with another person, the one with the kekkei genkai it seemed, from the militia.

Gai had gotten stabbed.

He had gotten stabbed because Kakashi got careless and didn’t stop him from following. Kakashi should have known better than to let Gai follow, especially out of sight. He knew there were accomplices, so why… why did he let Gai go?

Because Gai is strong, that’s why. Because Gai can handle himself. Because Gai wouldn’t let something like this happen to himself.

Not unless he had been taken by surprise.

Gai never really has been that good with sensing others around him.

Kakashi bites into his bottom lip harder, drawing blood. He shouldn’t have allowed this to happen but the self-blame will have to wait until after Sakura heals him. Right now, he needs to focus. Quickly, Kakashi extends his senses, looking for Sakura’s chakra. He finds her on the ground, healing a wound on Naruto’s ankle.

He drops down beside her. “Sakura.”

“Kakashi-Sensei!” She stands. Perfect timing.

“Follow me.”

She stops him. “Shikamaru needs us.”

“Don’t worry, Sakura-Chan.” Naruto places a hand on her shoulder. “I’ll go help him.”

Sakura nods. “Be careful.” She turns back to him. “Alright.”

Kakashi nods and then leads her back to where Gai is, hyper-aware of the fact that the rain is slowing their progress. The limbs on the trees are slippery and though it’s no problem for him who is a seasoned Jonin, for someone like Sakura it would be much more difficult for her to change her chakra accordingly to stick to the branches. She’s always been a fast learner, though, and soon they are making faster progress until Kakashi spots Gai lying on the ground.

There’s a pool of watery blood surrounding his body and Kakashi’s heart immediately jumps into his throat to make its new home there. He drops down hastily, mud and water splashing up onto his shins. “Gai!”

He approaches quickly, noticing how limp Gai’s hold is on the bandage. It’s weird to see how pale Gai’s tanned face is but there’s a grimace there so Kakashi knows he’s at least alive. He kneels down at Gai’s feet, watching as Sakura wastes no time in her healing.

She peels away Gai’s limp hand and the bandage to look at the wound. Her face draws taut in worry and Kakashi’s stomach clenches. As Sakura’s hands glow green over the wound, Kakashi watches Gai’s face. It looks pained, something Kakashi isn’t used to seeing on the man. It worries him.

It scares him.

“Kakashi-Sensei,” Sakura’s calm and controlled voice snaps him out of his thoughts. She’s not looking at him, all concentration on the wound. “Naruto and Shikamaru are going to need help. We’ve already got Gai-Sensei out of commission. We can’t have you out either.”

He looks at her. Stares really. Does she know he can’t just leave Gai that easily?

Kakashi’s hands are shaking.

He swallows.

He knows she’s right.

His hands won’t stop shaking.

He gives Gai a glance, feels the bile threaten to rise up, and then stands, balling his hands up into fists. He hopes she doesn’t notice their quivering.

“Right,” he says. “I’ll leave him to you.” And then he’s off.

He helps Naruto and Shikamaru take down the last two of the accomplices but they’ve lost the target and the one with the kekkei genkai. He doesn’t sense them anywhere either. He could call up his ninken to hopefully find a trace of their scent but Kakashi wants to regroup first. He tells the two boys to follow him and they meet back up with Sakura.

“Sensei,” Sakura says in greeting, her face grim.

“Gai?” he asks right away, peering around her body. He doesn’t look any better but at least the blood has stopped.

“I’ve healed the wound but…” She trails off, not meeting his eyes. “He lost a lot of blood and there’s something else. I think he might have been poisoned. I’m going to need to analyze his blood but I can’t do that here.” She shrugs. “I’ve given him an antidote just in case but I have a feeling this might be a poison we’ve never seen before.”

Kakashi’s eyebrows furrow. “The kekkei genkai.”

“What?” All three of them say at once.

“There was a rumor when Gai and I were teenagers that there was a ninja that could make special poison inside his body. All he had to do was scratch you and you would be infected.”

“Gai-Sensei wasn’t just scratched,” Sakura exhales loudly. “He was stabbed.”

“Yes, but if the user had coated his blade in his blood…” he trails off, letting the others fill in the blanks.

“What should we do, Kakashi-Sensei?” Naruto asks.

Shikamaru speaks before Kakashi can. “One of us can go back to Konoha with Gai-Sensei while the rest of us go after our target.”

He knows Shikamaru is right but… Kakashi watches Gai, shaking in pain. “How much longer do you think he has?”

Sakura’s lips draw into a straight line as she peers behind herself. “It’s hard to say. A couple days, maybe two… maybe three.”

It’s going to take them at least a day to get back to the village. He looks at Gai again, feeling his stomach churn with unease. Tsunade is going to be mad at him. “No. We all will go back now. Report to the Hokage and see what she wants us to do.”

“Sensei,” Sakura starts, looking back towards him. “He needs to rest a little. Get out of this rain.”

Kakashi nods in agreement. “Let’s move away from here, set up camp and rest for a few hours. Then we’ll move out.”

They do as instructed, Naruto helping Kakashi carry Gai, one arm slung over their shoulders on each side. They move away from that spot and travel several meters before landing. They set Gai down by a tree, propping him up. His shaking has stopped and his skin color is turning back to normal which makes Kakashi’s nerves ease a little.

Kakashi helps Shikamaru set up the two tents. They’re lucky they even have them. Shikamaru had said that it might rain during their mission and so had packed them with his stuff. It’s not very often they carry them, even if it is going to rain, opting to instead take cover in a cave or alcove. Shikamaru’s excuse was that it’s too troublesome to find a place like that. When Kakashi asked him if it wasn’t “troublesome” to put up tents, Shikamaru just sighed and mumbled to himself tiredly. Now, he puts them up without complaint.

Sakura volunteers to bring Gai into one of the tents. He’s awake now, barely, and is able to lean on Sakura as she guides him into the structure. She claims she wants to check him over again. Kakashi’s nerves spike once more but relax when she steps out of it, not looking too concerned.

She goes up to him. “I’ve told him to sleep. He’s going to need as much energy and strength he can gather for the journey home.” There’s a crease where her eyebrows knit together. “He lost a lot of blood and is in definite pain even though he’s pretending not to be. I tried to get him to take a blood replenishing pill and something for the pain but he refused.”

Kakashi glances towards the tent. Of course, Gai refused. “Give them to me. I’ll get him to take them.”

Sakura scowls. “I’m technically not supposed to force these things onto anyone.”

“Then it’s a good thing you wouldn’t be.” Kakashi holds out his hand and with a reluctant sigh, Sakura drops the pills in it. “Get some rest, Sakura. Have Naruto take the first watch. We’ll leave in a few hours” She nods and walks away, peering back at Kakashi and the tent before reaching Naruto and Shikamaru to tell them the plan.

Taking a deep breath, Kakashi enters the tent. He finds Gai lying on the ground, covered in a blanket. Despite poison pumping through his veins, he looks considerably okay. He’s no longer pale and his shaking has stopped. Kakashi wonders how much pain he’s actually in. Gai has always been fantastic at hiding that sort of thing.

Gai is staring at him as Kakashi crawls over. “I hear you’re being stubborn.”

“You know I don’t rely on that stuff,” Gai says, sounding tired. That’s the first giveaway that something is wrong, Kakashi assumes.

“Well,” Kakashi drawls. “I can either add these to your food unknowingly and you will have to be suspicious of which one it’s in for the rest of the night or,” he smirks under his mask, “you can just take them.”

Gai stares at him, probably trying to figure out just how serious Kakashi is, and then finally sighs, sitting up some and holding a hand out. “Fine,” he mumbles.

Kakashi smiles in triumph and hands the pills over. “They’re just to replenish your blood loss and help with pain anyway. It’s not a big deal.”

“Kakashi,” Gai says in warning but it doesn’t carry any weight to it.

Kakashi ignores him. “What happened?”

Gai finishes chewing the pills and lies back down on his back with a hard thump. “I was following the target when another shinobi came out of hiding. She took me by surprise. It was weird, Kakashi. I couldn’t sense her at all.”

“Well, it’s never been your strongest suit.”

“No,” Gai says seriously. “This was different. I should have been able to dodge her but…” Gai’s face scrunches contemplatively. “Did you get them?”

Kakashi shakes his head, shifting to get more comfortable. “No. We’re going back to the village to find out what the Hokage wants us to do.”

“That’s not like you.”

“You’ve been poisoned, Gai, Sakura needs-”

“No, Sakura can bring me back herself.” He tries to sit up and it worries Kakashi with how much effort it looks like it takes. “Then you, Naruto, and Shikamaru can get the target.”

Kakashi shakes his head again. “I’m not abandoning you.”

“You’re not, you’re-”

“Gai, we’re all going back. I’m the leader, remember?” This shuts Gai up who stares at him again. “You need to sleep,” Kakashi finally says after a long pause of silence. “We’ll be leaving again in a few hours.”

Gai lies back down, pulling the blanket up to his chin. They stare at each other until Kakashi is sighing and shucking off his flak jacket. It’s soaked and heavy anyway, and he rolls his shoulders once it’s on the ground. Next, he takes off his Hitai-ate, throwing it beside his flak jacket. Gai is still staring at him and Kakashi can feel his whole body heating up.

He stands up as best he can inside the tent, pokes his head out to where Naruto is sitting, keeping watch. “Naruto.” He waits until he’s got Naruto’s attention. “I’m going to keep watch over Gai. He needs to sleep. No one is allowed in here for the time being.”

“Got it, Kakashi-Sensei!” Naruto solutes him and then turns back around to continue his vigil.

Kakashi slips back into the tent and zips the entrance up. He goes and sits back down next to Gai who is still watching him. Hesitating, Kakashi slips his mask off, ringing it out from the water and then setting it beside his flak jacket as well to dry. He can still hear the rain pouring outside when he lies down on his side, facing Gai.

“Stop staring and go to sleep,” he tells Gai.

A smile breaks out on Gai’s face before he, too, salutes him and closes his eyes. Kakashi shakes his head at his friend and watches him. He doesn’t know how much time passes, but at some point he falls asleep, despite wanting to keep an eye on Gai to make sure he was going to be okay. Apparently he had been more tired than he had thought.

Kakashi startles awake by the sound of chirping birds. When he opens his eyes, the first thing he sees is Gai staring at him. He yawns and stretches. It doesn’t sound like it’s raining anymore. “How long have you been awake?”

There’s a faint sheen of sweat coating Gai’s skin. The second clue that something isn’t right. “Not long.” A small smile appears on Gai’s face, warm and soft. “Kakashi?”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you.”

Kakashi looks at him, confused. “For what?”

“For trusting me.” Gai reaches over and traces a finger down Kakashi’s cheek.

Kakashi looks away, his whole face heating up. “It’s not the first time, Gai.”

“Not like this,” Gai says. “This is different.” Kakashi meets Gai’s eyes, swallowing thickly. “You’re beautiful, Kakashi.”

Kakashi sits up, batting Gai’s hand away gently. “Haven’t I told you not to say that to me?”

“But it’s true.”

“This really isn’t the time.” Kakashi reaches over and pulls his mask back on. It’s still damp but nothing Kakashi can’t deal with. Next comes his Hitai-ate and then his flak jacket. “I’m going to go see if the others are ready.”

Kakashi can feel Gai’s wide smile as he leaves the tent. He shouldn’t allow Gai’s teasing to get to him so much but even so, his cheeks feel hot as he exits. He’s greeted by the sight of Shikamaru’s back when he finally gets back outside. The sun is bright and there’s a slight breeze. Should make the travel back home easier, even with an injured Gai. Kakashi walks up to Shikamaru, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Get Naruto and Sakura. We’re heading out now.” Shikamaru nods at him and heads towards the other tent while Kakashi goes back to the one with Gai. He kneels down beside Gai, hooking one of Gai’s arms around his shoulders. “You ready?”

“Hmm,” Gai hums and Kakashi heaves him up. They stumble a little awkwardly out of the tent but Gai can move mostly on his own for now, at least.

They have to wait for the others to pack up the tent but it doesn’t take them long. Soon, they are making their way down the main path back to Konoha. Sakura, Naruto, and Shikamaru walk ahead of Gai and Kakashi but the pace is still slow going. Gai leans heavily onto Kakashi and Kakashi supports him with an arm around his waist, gripping his hip tightly in order to keep Gai’s balance. It’s worrisome to see Gai in such a state.

Just a few hours into their journey and Gai is panting heavily, shaking with every step, and sweating profusely. He’s got a hand on his left side where he had gotten stabbed. Their pace has slowed significantly.

“Gai,” Kakashi starts, worried. He can feel his own heart beating in his chest rapidly with no sign of slowing down. “How much are you hurting right now?”

“I’m fine, Kakashi,” he answers stubbornly, gritting his teeth.

“Don’t lie to me, Gai,” Kakashi reprimands, tightening his grip. “How much?”

“Nothing I can’t handle.”

Kakashi stops walking, shifting so he can look at Gai but still keep him balanced. “Let me see.” Gai tsks but lifts the hem of his jumpsuit anyway. His entire side is black and blue, no doubt from the poison. Kakashi’s eye widens, heart now jumping into his throat to pound incessantly there instead. “Sakura!”

The group ahead of them stop and turn around to face them. Sakura is by their side in an instant, looking at Gai. Her lips are pursed and she touches the area lightly. Gai just barely hides a flinch. “How much does this hurt, Gai-Sensei?” She gives him a pointed look. “And I need the truth for an accurate reading.”

Gai rolls his eyes. “It’s really not that bad.”

“You have too much of a high pain tolerance,” Kakashi mumbles.

“Can you keep going?” Sakura asks, ignoring Kakashi’s comment and Gai nods, giving her a wide smile and thumbs up with the hand that isn’t wrapped around Kakashi’s shoulders.

“Of course I can!” he announces.

It irritates Kakashi when Gai pushes himself so much like this but when Sakura gives him a questioning look, all he can do is nod his head in defeat. Sakura straightens from where she was leaning over to look at Gai’s side, allowing Gai to lower his shirt. “Okay, but if you need to stop, tell us.”

“Nonsense,” Gai says, forcing a smile.

They continue on their way, Gai continuing to pant heavily. By their next hour, they’re practically going at a snail’s pace. Gai’s head hangs low, almost his entire body weight leaning on Kakashi. Kakashi adjusts his hold and Gai stiffens with a pain filled groan, causing Kakashi to stop his movements. Gai sways in his arms.

“Kakashi…” Gai says quietly, suddenly leaning his forehead onto Kakashi’s shoulder. He can feel the heat radiating off of Gai and the sweat through his jumpsuit. No doubt he has formed a fever.

“It’s alright, Gai, I’ve got you.” Once more he calls to the others. “Let’s take a break,” he says when they come back over to him. They all nod in agreement and Kakashi leads Gai over to a tree to lean against, with Sakura following. They’ll be out of the sun this way as well. “Here.” He helps Gai sit down on the ground and then sits beside him. Gai immediately leans into him, head flopping back onto his shoulder.

Sakura takes off one of her gloves and holds it up against Gai’s forehead. “He’s burning up,” she says to Kakashi, tone low.

“I thought as much.”

She digs around in her pouch, procuring a small pill. She hands it to Kakashi. “This will help with the fever… hopefully. Since it’s from the poison…” She doesn’t finish her sentence and Kakashi doesn’t need her too. “We at least need to try and get it down. Fevers can be dangerous.”

Kakashi nods, looking at Gai. “I’ll take care of him,” he says and means it. He won’t let anything happen to Gai. Not on his watch. Sakura watches him carefully and must find what she is looking for because she smiles at him and then gets up to join the others.

Kakashi nudges Gai. “Gai, I need you to take this.”

Gai lifts his head, peering at the pill with unfocussed eyes. “What is it?”

“You have a fever. This will help.” He places it in Gai’s weak, unsteady hand. He hates seeing how it shakes. “Don’t try arguing with me.”

“Wasn’t,” Gai mumbles and pops the pill in his mouth, chewing slowly. He then rests his head back on Kakashi’s shoulder. They’re silent for a few seconds before Gai starts talking quietly. “Hey, Kakashi?”

“You should try and get some sleep. We can’t stay here long.”

“Do you remember when I told you I could open all eight gates?” Gai continues, ignoring Kakashi’s suggestion.

Kakashi sighs heavily. Gai always ignored his suggestions. “Of course, I do.”

“You were really mad at me,” Gai complains. “Do you remember that?”

Kakashi nods. “Yeah. I didn’t want you to use them.”

“Because you thought I would use all eight and die,” Gai points out the obvious, not that Kakashi will admit to it. Gai chuckles. “You’re not as hard to read as you like to believe you are, my friend.”

“Maybe to you.” He sighs, shifting to get more comfortable. Gai is looking more and more tired. “We’ve known each other for a long time.”

“Hmm,” Gai hums in agreement, closing his eyes. “You’re not going to lose me, Rival.”

“Don’t say things you can’t promise,” Kakashi says, frowning.

“You won’t,” Gai says again, conviction lacing his tone.

Kakashi shakes his head in disbelief. “How can you say that?”

Gai takes a deep, shuddering breath, glancing up at Kakashi. “Our rivalry is eternal.”

“Gai…”

“It is,” Gai says pointedly. “It’s eternal so you’ll never lose me and I’ll never lose you. Because I said it, it’s true.”

Kakashi peeks down at him, amused by Gai’s reasoning. “I hate you.”

Gai’s mouth pulls into a large grin, all teeth and sparkle despite the sickly look to him. It makes Kakashi want to kiss him. Instead, he leans his head down and touches his forehead to Gai’s, closing his eyes against the sting in his eye. He just hopes Gai is right. That they will never lose each other.

Kakashi pulls away. “Get some sleep, Gai.”

“Right,” Gai sighs out, closing his eyes again. It doesn’t take long for the man to fall asleep.

Kakashi watches him. He seems peaceful in sleep, which Kakashi is thankful for. He reaches up, cards his fingers once, twice in Gai’s hair. It’s soft. He doesn’t know what he would do if he lost him. If Gai, the one who has always been there for him, by his side, died. The thought instantly makes Kakashi feel sick.

Gai is his everything.

They rest there for about two hours, Kakashi never leaving Gai’s side and Sakura coming to check on Gai’s temperature every half hour. The pill hasn’t lowered it at all but, according to Sakura, it hasn’t risen either. Kakashi is glad but he knows now that Gai has a fever, the trek home is going to be even more difficult.

Kakashi is just starting to doze off himself when Sakura comes back over. She places her hand on Gai’s forehead, who hasn’t woken since he fell asleep. “Still no change but we should probably start thinking about moving again. The sooner we get back to the village, the better.”

Kakashi nods in agreement and waits for Sakura to walk away before he attempts to wake Gai up. “Gai.” He shakes Gai’s shoulder a little. Gai groans, face scrunching in pain. “Gai, it’s time to move.”

“Okay,” Gai sighs, sounding even more tired despite his rest. They stand, with Kakashi mostly having to actually pick Gai up to get him off the ground. He’s still sweating badly and he’s out of breath along with being unsteady on his feet. Gai takes a deep breath, lifts his head, and smiles. “Ready.”

Kakashi briefly thumps his forehead against Gai’s temple before starting to walk, going even slower than they were going before. It doesn’t seem to strain Gai all that much, at least not at first, but Kakashi knows him. He knows how much effort Gai is putting in to make it seem like he is okay, that he can do this. With every exhale, Gai’s whole body shakes. Kakashi pulls him closer to him.

Gai watches Sakura, Naruto, and Shikamaru who are ahead of them.

Kakashi watches Gai.

“Kakashi,” Gai pants.

“Hmm?”

“I’m sorry.”

Kakashi’s eyebrows furrow in confusion. “For what?”

“I should be able to go faster,” Gai says, his own eyebrows furrowing in frustration.

Kakashi peers in front of them at the backs of the rest of the group. “You don’t need to apologize for that, Gai.”

“I can do better,” Gai complains. “I should be able to do better.”

“Your worth isn’t based on what you can and can’t do, Gai.”

“Isn’t it?” Gai looks at him, blinks slowly. “Wasn’t it?”

“When we were kids?” Kakashi asks, clarifying. Gai opens his mouth to answer but trips over his own feet before he can. Kakashi reaches out with the hand that isn’t already wrapped around Gai to catch him. “Careful.” Kakashi looks at him. “If you’re that desperate to go faster, I could always carry you.”

Gai laughs. “I wouldn’t let you embarrass yourself in front of your students like that.”

“You did when you carried me back from Suna,” Kakashi points out, continuing to walk. They’ve fallen farther behind now but he doesn’t mind. It just means the kids won’t be able to hear them talking.

“That was me embarrassing myself,” Gai comments. “I embrace it.”

Kakashi studies him, watching Gai’s expression as it turns sad. It’s not a look he often sees on Gai’s face and when he does, he knows it’s bad. “You’re not an embarrassment to me, Gai.”

Gai huffs. “Don’t lie.”

“You’re not.” Kakashi smiles at him, making sure Gai sees it. “I love you.”

Gai stares at him, not surprised but not knowingly either. He turns away, face turning red though Kakashi isn’t sure if it’s from being flustered or if it’s from the fever. “You’re an idiot.”

“Isn’t that my line?” Kakashi asks playfully.

Gai sighs again. “You and I, Kakashi, we had to prove ourselves when we were kids. In different ways but it was still always there. Trying to gain people’s approval. You were the genius who had to live up to the name. I was the loser who had to show I wasn’t.” Gai looks at him once more. “Our worth is based on what we can do.”

“You’re wrong,” Kakashi says plainly. “Everyone is worth something. Everyone means something, no matter what they can do.” He smiles at Gai again. “You taught me that.”

Gai watches him and Kakashi keeps smiling until Gai smiles back. “Thank you, Kakashi.”

“I told you, I’ve got you.” Kakashi lets his eye turn soft in order to convey the feelings towards Gai that he is feeling. “I always will.” Kakashi stops and helps maneuver Gai to behind him. “Now, let me carry you.”

Gai wraps his arms around Kakashi’s neck and Kakashi hoists him up onto his back, holding Gai under his thighs. “I’m not as light as I used to be.”

Kakashi adjusts his hold until it feels alright. “This is fine.” Gai presses his forehead into the back of Kakashi’s neck before shifting and letting his chin rest on Kakashi’s shoulder. Kakashi continues to follow the others once they are situated. “The last time I carried you like this, was when you opened the seventh gate for the first time.”

“You were really mad at me then, too.”

“Because you could have died.”

Gai laughs. “I knew it.”

Kakashi shakes his head. “Gai.” Gai hums to let Kakashi know he’s listening. “You’ve always been there for me. You’ve always been by my side and had my back. So, no matter your skill level or what you can and cannot do, I don’t care. You mean a lot to me, Gai.”

Gai is quiet for a long time, which is unusual and Kakashi almost wonders if he had fallen asleep, but then Gai finally says, “You mean a lot to me too, Kakashi.” He buries his face into the crook of Kakashi’s neck. Kakashi swears he feels a kiss being pressed there. “More than anything.”

A ghost of a smile threatens to appear on Kakashi’s face but he resists the urge, instead opting to say, “Get some sleep, Gai. I’ll carry you the rest of the way home.”

“Just like before,” Gai says softly, nodding off.

Kakashi’s face grows soft. “Just like before.”

It’s not hard to carry Gai back and their pace improves with doing so. They stop only a couple of times to allow Sakura to check his temperature which hasn’t changed and by the time they get back to Konoha, it’s already night. Kakashi brings Gai straight to the hospital, Sakura with them, and she gets right to work on finding out what type of poison was used and making an antidote. As much as Kakashi doesn’t want to leave Gai’s side, he knows he has no choice. He leaves Sakura to it, heading for the Hokage office where Naruto and Shikamaru should be waiting.

The two shinobi are already in Tsunade’s office when he arrives. She lets him enter, telling him that they were waiting for him. He apologizes but stands his ground firmly. The Hokage doesn’t look happy with him, as Kakashi had expected to happen.

“What happened?” Tsunade asks, looking to all three of them but giving Kakashi a pointed look. She wants him to explain and him alone.

He does as he’s told, not giving any hint to regretting his decision for all of them to come back to Konoha. Tsunade still doesn’t look happy and she asks him why he thought it would be a good idea to just let the enemy escape. When he opens his mouth to defend himself, Shikamaru beats him to it, obviously having been thinking of this for a while.

“The consensus is that the kekkei genkai user can produce poison inside his body. If more of us got infected, then it would stem bad for the mission either way,” Shikamaru explains, looking bored. “All of us coming back means we can go after the target again once an antidote is made. That way, if one of us gets infected with the poison, then we can just take the antidote right there and then.” He shrugs. “It’s less troublesome.”

Tsunade is biting her bottom lip, looking at Shikamaru contemplatively. Finally, she tsks, sits back, and crosses her arms. “Very well. We’ll wait for an antidote to be made by Sakura.” She pauses, looking the team over. “I’m going to send different shinobi. You three, get some rest.”

“Eh!” Naruto immediately complains. “But baachan, we should be the ones to go back!”

Tsunade scowls and Shikamaru sighs. “Naruto, I’m not in the mood to have this argument with you. It’s better if you stay here and rest. It won’t do if I send you out there with only half your energy.”

“But I’m already rested!” Naruto yells, holding a fist up in a way to show he’s ready and pumped to keep going. “I have a lot of energy left!”

“Then go take it out on some training!” Tsunade yells back, standing up and placing her hands down firmly on her desk. “Now get out of my office.”

Naruto, shoving his hands into his pockets, turns and leaves as he grumbles under his breath. Shikamaru follows with a tired sigh, muttering, “How troublesome.”

Kakashi stays put and waits for the office door to be shut behind the two. He hears Tsunade sit back down. “What is it Kakashi?”

Kakashi turns back to the Hokage. “In the event of possibly angering you again, I have a request.” Tsunade’s eyebrow lifts in question. “I would like to be part of the team that goes after the kekkei genkai user.”

It’s Tsunade’s turn to sigh heavily, leaning forward to place her elbow on her desk and rest her chin in the palm of her hand. “You too, huh?” She tsks. “This is about Gai?” Kakashi stays quiet. If he admits to such a thing, she won’t let him. “Kakashi, you of all people should know that revenge isn’t the answer.”

“It’s not about revenge,” he says, partially true. “This was my mission that I failed.”

“So you want to make up for it,” Tsunade states. “And it absolutely has nothing to do with Gai.”

“Right,” he says and they both know it’s a lie but Tsunade just sighs once more, looking at him with piercing eyes.

“Fine.” She sits up. “Once Sakura has an antidote made and we find the location of the two targets, I’ll gather up a team with you as the leader. For now, go get some rest.”

“Thank you, Hokage-sama.” Kakashi bows and then turns to leave.

“I mean it, Kakashi,” Tsunade says, stopping him. He glances over his shoulder at her. “Rest. I need you at top form for this mission. Don’t go to the hospital and work yourself up waiting for results on Gai.”

She knows him too well and not well enough. He waves goodbye to her with a smile and leaves, heading straight to the hospital despite Tsunade’s warning. He asks the nurse at the desk if he can see Gai and she tells him he’s not allowed any visitors at the moment. So, he goes and sits down in one of the chairs in the waiting room. He sits there for hours as he waits for any news about his best friend. He’s so nervous and worried about the results that he can’t even focus on the Icha Icha book that he is carrying in his pouch.

He doesn’t know how many hours have passed but eventually Sakura appears in front of him with her hands on her hips. “I have a message from Hokage-sama.”

Kakashi guesses Tsunade knows him better than he had initially thought. “Oh?”

“She told you to go rest.”

“I am resting.”

“Not here.”

Kakashi shrugs, standing up and stretching his arms over his head. “How’s Gai?”

“I’ve come up with an antidote that will hopefully work.” She looks tired. “Only time will tell but I’m pretty confident in it. Anyway, Tsunade-sama wants you in her office. Apparently they’ve found the two men that got away on our mission.”

Kakashi nods. “So no time to see Gai, then, eh?”

Sakura shakes her head, face scrunching in disapproval. She gets more and more like Tsunade every day. “Even if there was, I wouldn’t let you. He needs to rest, Kakashi-sensei,” she reprimands. “Let the antidote do its work. Stop worrying.”

“I guess that’s it then.” He salutes her, feigning disinterest even though he knows Sakura sees right through it. “Bye bye.” He leaves in a puff of smoke, Sakura’s huff not going unheard.

When he enters the Hokage’s office for the second time, Tsunade glares at him. “I told you to rest.”

“I did.”

She tsks, knowing full well that he isn’t telling the truth but ignores it anyway. She turns her attention to the rest of the people in the room as Kakashi takes his place next to them. Neji, Ino, and Shino stand there, waiting for instructions. “This the team?” Kakashi asks.

Tsunade nods. “Ino is going with you for her medical ninjutsu. Since you said Gai couldn’t sense the kekkei genkai user, I thought Neji’s Byakugan would come in handy plus he is another jonin. Shino is going in case you need him to drain any chakras from either of the two.” Kakashi nods in approval. It is a good selection. “Here,” Tsunade places a small needle on her desk. “This is the antidote to the poison that the kekkei genkai user creates. Sakura unfortunately only had enough time to make two, one for Gai and one for this mission.” Kakashi picks up the needle and places it in his pouch. “We don’t have much time so you need to move out right away.”

Tsunade gives them the location of their targets. “We’ll get them this time, Hokage-sama,” Kakashi promises.

Tsunade’s mouth purses. “Don’t be reckless, Kakashi.”

Kakashi smiles at her. “I never am.” He then leaves with the rest of the group.

It would seem the enemy is headed towards the village, possibly to get revenge or wage a war on them for what Kakashi’s group had done to them earlier. Due to this, it doesn’t take them long to find the enemy, especially when using Neji’s Byakugan. They land out of sight and view the area that the two are resting at currently.

“Shino, Ino, you go for the original target. Neji, I want you to back me up with the kekkei genkai user,” Kakashi orders.

“Which is that?” Ino asks.

Kakashi gestures with his chin. “The man is your target.”

“Got it,” she says.

“So then that leaves-” Neji starts but Kakashi doesn’t wait for him to finish.

“Let’s go!”

They jump out of their hiding place, attacking immediately so not to give the enemy time to prepare. Despite this, the kekkei genkai user jumps up and produces a kunai to block Kakashi’s. They grapple with the kunai for a few seconds before jumping apart, the clang of the two knives loud.

Kakashi glances over to Ino and Shino who are in the midst of their own fight. When he confidently sees the two are holding their own, Kakashi turns back to his target, revealing his Sharingan. The woman in front of him laughs.

“Oh? Pitting me up against two eye users?” She crosses her arms. “How unfair.” She glances over to her companion. “Are you sure those two will be okay on their own? Kenji-san is pretty powerful.” As if to punctuate her point, Ino screams and is flung back quite a ways.

Kakashi doesn’t even flinch. “They’ll be fine,” he says, hoping he’s right.

The woman smiles at him. “If you’re sure.” She then does a couple hand signs and disappears.

Kakashi tries to find where she is using the Sharingan but can’t sense her anywhere. This must be what Gai was talking about. “Neji.”

“Byakugan!” Neji is quiet for a few seconds, the only sound being heard is the fight that is happening between Ino, Shino, and Kenji. Finally, he announces, “She’s over there!” He points into the woods. Kakashi still doesn’t see her but trusts Neji’s eyes.

He’s about to follow when he hears Shino grunt in pain and Ino screams again. He stops and looks over at them. They are both on the ground, wounded but nothing life threatening. Still, they look like they may need some help after all. “Neji, you stay here and assist them.”

Neji seems alarmed by this. “But-”

“I’ll be fine. Help them.” And then he’s off in the direction Neji had pointed in. It doesn’t take him long to get to a small clearing. He’s not sure why this woman wanted to be separated from her companion unless she didn’t want to risk having to fight all of them at once.

He looks around the clearing, suspicious as to why she hasn’t attacked him yet. He can’t sense her at all and-

Kakashi grunts as he just barely dodges an attack from the ground, a kunai slicing through his side. If he hadn't moved in time, he’d have been in the same predicament that Gai had found himself. He backflips out of the way, holding a hand to his side once he’s on the ground.

The woman laughs in front of him. “I can conceal myself perfectly. For you to dodge that attack… you’re good. A lot better than that loser in the green.”

Kakashi grits his teeth, resisting the urge to say anything back to her in irritation. He eyes the kunai. There’s blood that is dripping from her wrist down onto the kunai, covering it. The color of her blood is off, darker and more purple. So, that’s how she gets the poison onto the knife, as Kakashi had suspected. Which means, he’s already been poisoned himself.

She’s laughing again. “Do you know who I am?”

Kakashi meets her eyes. “I don’t really care.”

“Well, aren’t you rude.” She scowls. “I am Tadame and I possess the kekkei genkai that allows me to change my blood into poison.”

Kakashi sighs, feigning boredom. “Why do you people always feel the need to explain yourselves?”

Tadame huffs, annoyed. “Fine, let’s get this over with then. Shall we?” She disappears once more, the only sound around Kakashi being the wind.

He lifts his hand from his wound. It’s bleeding profusely with no sign of it clotting anytime soon. Kakashi thinks back to how much blood Gai had lost. The poison must prevent the blood from clotting, keeping it thinned out to speed up the process of the person bleeding out and for the poison to travel through the body easier. It’s an interesting way of doing things, considering bloodletting is a common practice of extracting poison from the body. Either way, Kakashi doesn’t have time to dwell on it. By the way Gai, someone who has a high tolerance for many things, reacted to the poison, Kakashi’s only got a few minutes before the poison starts to take effect. He doesn’t want to use the antidote quite yet, just in case he gets cut again.

“You know,” Tadame’s voice carries to him in the wind. “It’s not just my blood that will poison you. I can just scratch you and get the job done. Though less effective, I must confess.”

She appears in front of him suddenly, swiping her kunai down to cut Kakashi in the face. He brings his own kunai up just in time, blocking her blow. He understands now why Gai couldn’t dodge her. He can barely keep up while using the Sharingan. Without that, he’d be hopeless. She goes to swipe him in the face once again, but this time with her long nails. He jumps back before she can, his back hitting a tree. At the same time, he throws three kunai, each with an explosive tag on them.

They blow up on impact and Kakashi waits for the smoke and dirt to dissipate in order to see if he got her. He has a feeling it won’t be so easy. His side is on fire and he’s now panting, starting to feel the effects of the poison and blood loss. There is no body when everything settles.

Tadame giggles and Kakashi searches for her. “You really are hopeless. I’ve heard good things about the Copy Ninja. Is this all you can do?” She strikes at him from behind, causing him to duck. The blood soaked kunai cuts some strands of his hair. Gai isn’t going to like that. “I’m disappointed!”

She keeps striking at him, causing Kakashi to continuously dodge. His vision goes blurry for a second, making Kakashi stagger and Tadame gets a hit on him, slicing through his arm. Kakashi groans in pain, reaching up to the wound. His blood immediately covers his hand. He needs to find a way to end this quickly or else he’s not going to last.

Tadame laughs, twirling the kunai. “Pathetic.” She charges and Kakashi jumps away, throwing more kunai with explosive tags. As they fly through the air towards her, he does the signs for his Chidori. He staggers as he lands on his feet but keeps his footing, immediately going into a charge of his own as the tags explode around them.

“Chidori!” he yells as he approaches. Tadame is already in the process of escaping the explosion and, Kakashi having anticipated that, lunges at her, catching her off guard. His chidori clips her in the right shoulder as she tries to dodge, splattering her blood over Kakashi’s arm and rendering her arm useless. Doing so, however, gets Kakashi close enough for her to grab a hold of his arm with her good hand and dig her fingernails into him, holding him in place.

“You bastard!” she screams, leaning in to bite him. Kakashi kicks at her stomach, making her go flying and dragging her fingernails across his arm as he is ripped free of her grasp.

Tadame staggers to her feet, blood pouring out of her shoulder. Kakashi pants where he stands, stomach lurching with nausea and eyesight going blurry again. He was close. If he can just get close to her again then maybe…

“I’m going to kill you!” she howls menacingly and charges.

Kakashi leaps into the air, feels the world spin around him, and reaches into his pouch. He doesn’t have much time left. At this rate he’ll… he digs out the antidote just as Tadame changes course and jumps after him, an angry scream leaving her mouth as she aims her kunai. He doesn’t have the strength or the reaction time to dodge her attack this time. He has to rely on this.

He plunges the needle into his thigh just as her kunai stabs into him. She grins as they fall to the ground but Kakashi wraps an arm around her and pulls her closer to him. It digs the kunai into him more, causing him to flinch, but he needs to keep her still long enough to do his last move. They land and she tries to pull away but Kakashi can already feel the antidote working, restoring some of his strength. He holds her there, refusing to let go.

“What?” she asks in surprise, still struggling to pull away. “How are you-”

Kakashi’s eyebrows furrow in anger, his nose scrunching, and mouth turning into a scowl under his mask. “You hurt the one person I am the closest to.” Kakashi lifts up the hand that isn’t holding her in place, lightning crackling all around his palm. “The person I care about more than anything else.”

“What?” Tadame’s eyes widen, realizing what is about to happen.

“And you’re going to die for that.” He drives his hand forward.

“No!” Tadame screams, eyes staring at him in pure fury.

Kakashi ignores her and thrusts his hand through her chest. Her blood splashes up onto his face but he pays it no mind as he watches her take her last breath and the light goes out in her eyes. When he knows for certain she is dead, he drops her body and pulls out the kunai from his side, groaning in pain. He looks down at his wounds. The antidote must be doing its job. His cuts and scratches are starting to clot now.

Pressing a hand to his side, over the stab wound, he sits down and waits for Neji, Ino, and Shino to join him, hoping that they won’t need his assistance. He wouldn’t be any good to them in this state. He looks up at the sky. The sun is starting to set.

He wants to go see Gai.

The sound of rustling in the bushes catches his attention and he’s on high alert again until Ino comes rushing out and to his side. “Kakashi-sensei!” She kneels down beside him and starts to heal his stab wound.

Shino and Neji look around the small clearing. “It’s done then?” Neji asks.

Kakashi nods. “Kenji?”

“Dead,” Shino answers and holds up a bag that Kakashi presumes has his head in it.

Kakashi looks towards Tadame’s body. “Let’s take her too. We’ll want to study her body.”

Neji and Shino nod in understanding. It takes a few more minutes before Ino stands, having finished healing his wounds. “Are you alright, Kakashi-sensei?”

“Hmm,” he hums, standing up. He stumbles a little, getting a bit dizzy, but Ino steadies him with a hand on his arm. “I took the antidote. I’ll be perfectly fine soon.” He looks back to the sky. It’s almost dark. “Let’s get home.”

Kakashi wraps Tadame up and then lifts her body onto his back. They walk home, all four of them feeling exhausted. When they do get back, they head straight to the Hokage’s office, Kakashi dropping Tadame’s body on the floor next to her desk and Neji dropping Kenji’s head onto her desk.

She scowls at Kakashi’s appearance. “You’re getting blood on my floor.”

Kakashi shrugs nonchalantly. “Eh, it was a bit tougher than expected.” He turns more serious. “Some of this is Tadame’s, the kekkei genkai user, blood. I thought some could be collected and analyzed. I’m not sure if the blood in her body turns to normal after she dies.”

Tsunade stands and approaches Kakashi, looking contemplative. “So the kekkei genkai user was a female?” Kakashi nods in confirmation.

“Only Gai saw her so it makes sense only he knew,” Kakashi comments.

Tsunade hums, staring at the purple blood on Kakashi’s mask. She waves her hand and an ANBU member appears. “Take a sample of this blood and send it to a lab to be tested and analyzed. Take the body and Kenji’s head with you.”

“Understood!” The ANBU member does as told, disappearing shortly after with Tadame’s body and Kenji’s head.

The four of them then go into a debriefing, Tsunade looking displeased at learning that Kakashi fought the kekkei genkai user by himself, but pleased with the results nonetheless. She sighs when they are done. “Alright, the four of you get some rest. You’ll have a couple days off.” Ino, Shino, and Neji all nod and turn to leave the room. Kakashi turns to follow but is called back by Tsunade. “Kakashi.”

“Yes?”

“Before you go to the hospital, go home and at least clean yourself up.” Her eyes soften and she leans her chin in her palm, not unlike earlier in the day. “I’m sure Gai would appreciate you not having blood all over you when you see him.”

Kakashi’s heart starts beating fast in his chest and he can feel his ears heating up. He supposes he underestimated Tsunade if he thought he could hide his feelings from her. “Understood.” He leaves the office then, heading back to his apartment to take a quick shower.

Once done, he heads straight to the hospital. Visiting hours are over already but it’s not too hard to figure out what room Gai is in. He jumps up to the window and opens it silently, slipping into the room.

Gai is asleep, resting on his back with his limbs flared out. Kakashi smiles warmly down at him, reaching out to brush some hair out of Gai’s face. It causes Gai to stir, his breath hitching and he slowly opens his eyes. “K… Kakashi?”

Kakashi sits down on the edge of the bed, pressing into Gai’s side. “Hey, Gai.”

Gai smiles up at him. “I didn’t die.”

Kakashi runs a hand through Gai’s hair and down the side of his face. “No, you didn’t.”

Gai’s grin is growing larger, blinding in the dark. “We’ll be eternal rivals yet!”

Kakashi nods, leaning closer. “Yes, we will.”

“Plenty of competitions to still do.”

“Hmm.”

“Kakashi, I lov-”

Kakashi pulls down his mask and kisses him.

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A/N: This ended up being super long… oops…

I wasn’t actually planning on it turning out that they would have to go back and defeat those two enemies but the story kind of drove its own plot forward, taking control of my writing.

I hope I made it clear enough in the story that Gai using she/her pronouns while everyone else used he/his pronouns for the kekkei genkai user was on purpose. It’s another thing I wasn’t actually going to explicitly say in the story, but I didn’t want people to think it was a writing mistake so I added in an explanation anyway.

I hope you all enjoyed this story! Thank you all for reading!!

#KakaGai #GaiKaka #Hatake Kakashi #Maito Gai #Might Guy #Gai Maito #Guy Might #Kakashi Hatake #Naruto #Naruto Shippuden #Your Love is Deadly It’s Like Fire #My Fanfiction

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ilovecoldwater · 4 years ago

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Ideas for various stuff I like

League of Legends is sooo awesooooommmmeee please take my ideas. I want to help League of legends make lots of moneeeeyyyyy$$$$$$. I made a new map. I lost my old one. But I copied it from my memory.. I want the map to be different in every way on both sides and I believe I could be able to make it full and how I like it, and If I cant maybe you could finish it and I could hand my ideas off to you so you could make the map awesome. Ive never played Dota and not to be mean but I like LoL a lot and I would be very happy with LoL if they worked with me or just took my ideas. There’s sooo many awesome character designs in League that why I love it.

So about my design I don’t want to waste your time. I made a design for the League of Legends map 2022 or 2040 idk lolol and I believe its awesome but of course I cant just post it on here, I don’t want the wrong person to steal Leagues of Legends design.. I don’t want someone to message me about telling me that they’re a League of Legends employee but if you work for League of Legends and know the LoL employees email please tell me how to contact the person that made the map so I can discuss my ideas with them. I don’t want to be rich as much as I want to have a Home and Garden and feel safe, and be good and be friends with good people too. I don’t know how much my ideas can make for League of Legends but if they would make way more money than I need for a house and garden and if Riot will pay me. I would like to have a Garden somewhere. And it would be cool If I could live in a gaming house or something if there is one in the country, that would be cool. Like if I was a substitute player or something that would be soo cool. Or maybe if I could work with Riot and I live in my house and every once and a while someone comes over to me and I give my ideas to Riot or something. Im just saying my dream life lololol I garden, I have a Gaming House and I have a game im working on that could be League of Legends spin off MOBA but every character I make for it is super super over powered and LoL takes the good ones and puts them in their game or something like that. And no one can play this game but the people who make the game maybe IDK. It could be the game for theoretical Moba LoL ideas. Also my family are Jehovah’s Witnesses and I would want to be near a Kingdom Hall so sometimes I could go there. It would be super cool if I could be Baptized in a super clean river but I don’t have to, I could be Baptized in a pool thats cool too! My brother was Baptized in a pool and he was really happy and it was really cool:) but what would be fun is if we pretend we baptize people for fun in a river or maybe one day I could be like "Im getting baptize today and one of you are going to do it! Who will Baptize me? Im not leaving till someone does." It could be a movie scene that would be cool lolololol. I thought of that two or three months ago. :p.

It would be cool if League had a Gaming House in the country or something and if in the Gaming House; I lived there lololol :) Like a Pro Team but a team that can code and play or something maybe they give ideas too or something.

The map is sooo cool even though its only half way done, you would like the map. I had an idea for Zoe, instead of her holding a ping pong or a racket and ball, instead its a Ball of cosmic energy and she slings it with a string of Chi that comes from her hands. So its like a shooting star but its a Ball of Chi ( or Chakra like in Naruto) but instead of it spinning them as it hits, it explodes on impact kinda like what you image future guns being like (I always imaged them as shooting compressed air and when the air hits someone it explodes) and then there could be a joke posting in Star Wars thats like "They are destroying the land and worst of all, the very weapsons they use waste the oxygen around us!!" lolzers "Day thirteen the air is getting more thinned by the day." "First we save planet "Morrmoonzium" then we take back "Zarbacthkhar".But hes a good Zabrak and he says it with super super intense Arabic ckthhaaaa'ness or something like that it could be three movies. all names I use can be switched to something better if need be. Anyways.. Zoe has two forms one where her Q causes a Chi Web to follow behind the Q and any enemies going through the web get slowed and teamates going through the web get speed buffed and damage buffed. and the other well honestly I don’t feel like getting the paper out right now lol

Oh my gosh I have this idea for a Star Wars Series and the main character S/he is so powerful like in The Force Unleashed; when I played that, it was the coolest thing ever especially, (SPOILERS!) Especially when he moves the Huge Star Ship with his Force Powers. And pulls it down.

It could be that this is before order 66 and the good forces lose the battle to the Sith so everyone goes in Hiding but then the remained Jedi's are battling back against the Sith, the Sith; who need to kill the Jedi to win the war and they far outweigh the Jedi in strength in number but for a single person battle He/she is stronger. And so what happens is He/She makes this thing that was my idea a long time ago from when I was getting out of High School. Its called the Dream Machine. The Dream Machine I took over from my fantasy book and decided it could be cool for Star Wars. What happens is this Jedi invents things and he/she made a machine to make anyone good again. It just gives them new memories that make them want to be on the side of good. And after they heard about this the Sith were scared, they did not want all their Sith to be switching sides when they lose battles. So long story short at the end of movie three; He or She battles the 5 strongest Sith and knocks 2 of them out. He/she uses the force to hold one of them in the air as S/he carries the other on His/Her back then force pushes the others away and escapes carrying two of the Strongest Sith ever. When she comes back there are three of them and they are only for the Jedi side/Rebels. It could be shown in a cool way that makes everyone get Hyped and cheering. By cheering I mean both when the two wake up and when s/he outskills the Sith and escapes. That would be cool. The next battle is a 3 vs 3 and it could be cool. But the battle that could be good to be the coolest could be the one where he/she carries the two people away while battling. Basically the real climax of the series could be s/he carrying them off. Maybe some funny parts where the two people get their heads hit on accident on door tops and stuff like that.

I’m a little worried about posting online. Sometimes I feel like its wrong or I could be doing something wrong but I don’t know what that could be. And when I post sometimes the things I hallucinate get really loud and it feel like Im in trouble for writing when that happens. And sometimes my thoughts will yell at me, it will be like a person I know and I imagine them yelling at me. Its always a different person I imagine. And sometimes I talk to myself and have conversations in my daydreams. I don’t like that.

#leagueoflegends #championdesign #mapdesign #twofloors #cantheleagueenginecurrentlyhavetwofloors?#slighlyseethroughhealthbarswhenplayinganotheridea #mostlyseethroughtopflooronceyougodowntobottomfloor

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drblueneck · 5 years ago

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God i can totally imagine Minato coming back early from a long mission and finding hundreds of papers with sketches of seals on them all around the room. They are about traveling, just like his Hiraishin, but there is also a time component and he doesn't understand what Naruto was attempting to create (because the girl is good with seals but not Neji-good, even less Minato's kind of good!) and really, Minato can't help but panic because.... was his wife trying to leave him?!

Hello Anon!

… Well. Well well well. WELL WELL WEEEEEELL. dID SoMeONe SnOoP iN mY fAnFic fiLEs?? Good guess, good guess. Kinda hate you because that scene is kinda spot on, now I need to rethink how I’ll write this. And kinda love you because that scene is spot on, now I need to challenge myself and surprise you.

And you know what? Fuck it. I’m totally writing that scene, right here, right now, just for you.

Reading/Writing mood: Talos - Dawn, The Front

It was strange to come back home to something, someone. Minato never understood why his fellow shinobi were so keen to hurry back to Konoha once their mission was done, a smile tugging at their lips, cracking the façade of the ruthless mercenaries they were supposed to be. Sure, he was usually glad to be back to his normal life - he missed his bed, his shower, hell, even Kujin. But it had never been like now, a rock sitting in his stomach as he flashed through the evergreen forest marking the borders of Konoha. His heart was thumping against his ribs, not from exertion, but from anticipation. It was his first time away from his family (and wasn’t that a weird concept still?) and he was eager to see Hajime again (did he learn new things while he was away? Did he know new words? Could he walk without tumbling down now?).

He never noticed the smile slowly stretching his cracked lips. What he noticed though were the seals he had placed all around the village tugging at his chakra, signalling that he had finally entered safe land. Quickly channelling his chakra, he jumped from one seal to the next, and in a matter of seconds, he was standing in front of his home.

His home. Not a house.

Minato hadn’t realised how on edge he’d been until he felt his shoulders slump down and his lungs fill with air. Straightening up, he pushed the door open, mouth forming around words he never had the chance to say before, only for them to die in his throat, sitting like ashes on his tongue.

The living room looked like a hurricane went through it. Papers were strewn all around the floor, walls were covered in them, black ink swirling in bold streaks on the thin rice paper. The blond man focused on his surroundings but could find no trace of another human being apart from him. Eyebrows furrowing, he bent down and took a crumpled ball of paper, smoothed it out and felt his stomach drop.

That was his seal. That was the Hiraishin, with annotations on every symbol used in a handwriting he had grown familiar with in the past few months.

Fingers clenching around the sheet, Minato slowly made his way through the room, looking at all the sketches and scribbles, growing paler as he deciphered the notes.

Time stamps crossed with space stamps.

Chakra calculation that indicated a large quantity - too much for just one person.

Secondary seals meant to strengthen the space component.

A butchered Hiraishin sitting in the middle of all the schemes that he couldn’t start to comprehend.

It didn’t make any sense. None of what was written could work, it was off the charts, the ink lines were uneven, the primordial stamps kept crisscrossing each other…

It didn’t make sense, and yet, Minato was afraid of what he was seeing because someone didn’t pour so much thought into travelling seal this big if they didn’t have a desire to leave. With the chakra meant to be used, this type of seal was a one-time thing. And with such insistence put on the space stamp… this seal was meant to travel really, really far. Perhaps even beyond the Elementary Countries…

In a detached part of his mind, he registered the arrival of two chakra he knew well. He stayed put, back to the door as it opened, Naruto’s cheerful voice filling the room as she chattered to their son about bananas and apples.

“And then we’re going to take a shower, Haji-chan, what do you think? Hm?”

The baby gurgled, and she was in the middle of a laugh as she finally entered the living room, voice catching in her throat when she saw Minato.

“Minato… You’re back…” she sounded confused.

Finally tearing away from the Hiraishin stuck to the wall, he turned around to stare at his wife, face blank of any emotion. She tensed under his stare, mouth opening and closing around nothing. He then looked at Hajime, and decided to keep looking at his son to anchor himself.

Keep calm. Keep calm, he thought like a mantra. Do not get angry. Keep calm.

“Minato, I–”

“Were you ever going to tell me?” he cut in, staring at Hajime’s hand waving at him excitedly.

Naruto hesitated, breath stuck somewhere in her lungs.

Eventually, he looked at her. His wild, beautiful, reckless wife. His wild, beautiful, reckless life who didn’t love him, never loved him, and wanted to be gone so much she’d created a seal to escape him.

His wild, beautiful, reckless wife who looked away like the coward she was not.

That’s when Minato knew for sure.

Naruto had never meant for him to find out. Had never meant to tell him. Had instead meant to leave him one day, with no notice, their - no, her - son in her arms, letting him wonder what happened, where were they.

A bitter smile tugged at his lips, and he laughed incredulously.

“I’m such a fool.”

Such a goddamned fool, indeed.

(There it is. One of the scenes I’ve been waiting for since the beginning of the story. I’M SO MAD DAMMIT.)

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babyybitchhh · 5 years ago

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I finally got to squeeze in an episode of Naruto this week and, just to recap, the last thing I watched was Asuma’s very emotional and dramatic death scene. Like, that’s literally where I left off.

So can someone explain to my why the fuck I’m supposed to care about Naruto’s clown act right now when the most immediate memory in the forefront of my mind is Shikamaru suffering over the loss of his sensei?? Hello??? This training arc is insanely stupid to begin with, a good half of it doesn’t even make sense (because I CLEARLY remember someone saying that the Uchiha invented that fire ball technique which would imply they’re the only ones who can use it and now all of a sudden Kakashi is rambling for 20 minutes at a time about chakra nature?? As if having fire chakra is a relatively common occurrence not unique to the Uchiha? As if literally anyone with half a braincell could not have come up with the exact same fireball jutsu?? And ofc we cant forget that absolutely none of this earth-wind-fire Captain Planet, “Lets Groove Tonight” bullshit was ever even ALLUDED to before now and I’m about 90% sure Kishimoto actually pulled this one out of his ass) but it’s also extremely distracting from the far more important topic of my mans going through life’s paces.

Like. This is hands down one of my biggest complaints about this godforsaken series. None of the other characters can so much as fucking breathe without one of the main three being somehow involved which wouldn’t be such a big deal if 1. They didn’t get the short end of the stick in this situation with shoddy, halfassed characterization and 2. sasunarusaku didn’t keep getting more and more annoyingly contrived with each passing arc. Like, I’m still pretty pissed that just because Sakura turned to the medical field Ino had to as well (which completely flushed her established character of being a girl who’s not afraid to throw hands down the toilet btw) like since when does Ino give a SHIT what that bitch is doing 👏👏👏 Are you really telling me that Ino felt just as useless as Sakura and thought to herself “hmm, instead of training with my dad or sensei, I guess I’ll just do a complete 180 and study healing!” Like no, bitch. That is not how this works??? I don’t even acknowledge that this shit happened tbh. I do not see it. I’ve suddenly forgotten how to read. I’m Helen Keller in this bitch tonight. Not canon as far as I’m concerned and you CAN quote me on that. ✍️

But back to my main point here which is that Shikamaru really just fucking went through a life changing event - he watched someone he cared about get murdered right in front of his goddamn beautiful eyes and then held him while he died, what the FUCK, that’s traumatic shit - and instead of doing anything to acknowledge that yeah, that happened last week. This episode really just opened right up on Naruto’s dumbass acting a fool and having gay thoughts about Sasuke. I’m so irritated about this and I know Shikamaru gets a scene (but not Ino or Choji, hue hue /sarcasm) where he can freely agonize over the death of his sensei, I’ve seen the bloody screencaps, but that doesn’t change the fact that this training arc has absolutely no business happening right this second. It’s inconceivable. The lead up to the showdown with Kakuzu and Hidan was one thing. Annoying but forgivable. But am I really supposed to go from Shikamaru’s poor little heart breaking to Naruto pining over Sasuke “the one that got away” Uchiha and take it seriously?? As if the mood between the two is even slightly comparable???

GOD, I hate the main three so much. Imagine Naruto without Sasuke, Sakura or ... Naruto. That would be some good shit tbh.

Like, not to compare this trainewreck to what just might be the greatest shonen of all time but when was the last time we saw Gon?? It’s literally been years since he made an appearance in the manga and he’s the MAIN CHARACTER. And let’s not forget the arc where he was flat out in a coma for the entire time lmaooooo Naruto could never.

Okay, okay but listen. I was here for the mystical fire breathing jutsu. I got wet over Kakashi’s lightning. Yamato being the only person capable of using wood jutsu and actually sprouting goddamn branches out of his fucking palms was kind of weird (and dare I say Mary-Sueish?) but I accepted it. Mainly because the smut practically writes itself. I can’t wait to lewd him tbh. But I’ve really gotta draw the line at this chakra nature bullshit. Not because it’s too out there - it actually makes sense in that people will naturally have different affinities or be able to more easily manipulate one element than another, that’s not the problem here - but it’s because of how SILLY the execution is. This story is no longer about ninja, it’s about wizards manipulating their magic powers into different attacks. It’s D&D. It’s Final Fantasy. This is not what I signed up for. (And that’s not even mentioning how, again, it doesn’t make any goddamn sense. So what’s Shikamaru’s chakra type? Wind?? Kakashi sure as shit did not mention a shadow/dark magic chakra affinity. Or what about Ino?? Actually get the fuck out of here.)

I had a feeling that Naruto was getting ready to jump the shark with the nine tails cloak buffoonery but somehow or another it really exceeded my expectations and I’m decidedly NOT having a good time anymore. I want my ninja story back please. 😷

#naruto #inane rambling

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shikastemari · 6 years ago

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theoretical - b&s.

pairing boruto uzumaki x sarada uchiha

characters uzumaki family; uchiha family

request

word count 5,416

when it happens they’re 16 here

warnings none

a/n so, it has been a while since i posted anything, and i got a little carried away so here you go.

MASTERLIST

"Wow, Himawari, thanks. Very helpful."

A laugh coming from the next room followed his sentence. Boruto was sitting on the chair on his bedroom and the door which divided his room and Himawari's was open. He had a rubber ball on his hand, his mother had given it to him as a stress free, but basically he used to disturb Himawari throwing it on the wall.

Only that today, he was the one being bothered by her.

"Boruto, what do you want from me? I already told you what you should do. Let Sarada tell him." Her voice echoed from her bedroom and Boruto sighed.

"I can't do that, dattebasa! It doesn't feel right." He threw the ball again, catching when it came rapidly.

"She is his daughter, the chances he is going to kill her is way lower than getting murdered by him, honestly." She pointed out.

A low growl emitted from his throat. "So, is that what you would do? You would tell dad instead of Inojin?"

"We are not official..." Her voice died.

Boruto cleared his throat.

"Yet." Himawari hastily answered, but Boruto could feel her discomfort through the walls. "However, yes, I'd tell dad myself. Do you know he has a fucking bijuu inside him, right? When he is using Kurama's chakra, it seems he is literally on fire."

Boruto rolled his eyes at her, even though she couldn't see it. "No wonder why Inojin and you are not official." He threw the ball again, and it almost hit his favorite portrait of him and Sarada.

"Right. Do you also know that Uncle Sasuke can create a huge purple skeleton that could crash you in five seconds, maybe less?"

Himawari was always poking fun of him because of his relationship as he was always quick to retort, which generally tend to have them both at each other's throat more often than not. It was just a part of a natural dynamic. At the end of the day, Boruto always knew he could count on her to literally everything.

Apparently, except for giving useful advices.

Boruto frowned at the thought. "Himawari, I am shocked how convenient you are being in this situation. Like for real."

Her laugh was so loud, Boruto actually wondered if she wasn't at the door, looking at his face.

"Let Sarada tell him about your relationship." She suggested one more time, still panting from the laugh. Boruto could picture his sister wipping way her giggling tears.

"No, I want to do it. I feel like if I let her do it, I'd be breaking his trust and I need it bad, Hima. As a master and as my father-in-law." The last word had a weird taste in his mouth.

"It doesn't suppose to be this hard Boruto, it is not like you and Sarada had done anything more than kissing." Boruto raised one of his eyebrows, thinking about all the things him and Sarada have done and how Sasuke would cut him into tiny pieces with his Chidori if he knew about it. Automatically, he threw the ball on the wall and caught it right away.

"Boruto?" She asked again.

No answer, just the noise of the ball being pressed against their wall.

Her slim figure appeared on the door, her eyes wide open as she covered her mouth with shock. "HOLY SHIT, BORUTO. ALREADY?"

Not expecting the sudden apparition of his sister, Boruto missed the ball he had just thrown and it hit him right on the face, making him unbalance and falling out of his chair.

"SHUT UP HIMAWARI. IT IS NOT WHAT YOU ARE THINKING."

It is probably way worse, he thought to himself.

"I am so telling Inojin that." Himawari entered on the room, going direct for his bed and letting her body rest there, leaning against her brother's pillow. Boruto stood up, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

Boruto sighed heavily, wondering how he ended up like this, asking his younger sister for dating advices. “I hate you.”

"Well, there is something else you can try to figure this out." She declared as Boruto's head jolted over to his little sister. "Talk to dad."

"The first thing dad would do was going to tell Sasuke about my relationship with Sarada." He squinted at his sister.

She grinned as she sat down at the bed, her head tilting as if challenging him somehow. "But he is the only person alive who had beaten Sasuke Uchiha before."

"You got a point." Boruto sighed. He wasn't normally the kind of person to go out of his way to ask his father for help. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he actually did it. But something had to be done and he would accept everything that come his way.

"Come on, take your chance now that he is fixing the garden for mom." Himawari got up and pulled Boruto towards the door with her.

The Uzumaki sibilings ran down the stairs, pacing when they heard a glass noise coming from the kitchen. Boruto and Himawari found their father wearing a jeans overalls, covered in dirty. He had a glass of water on his hand, resting his body against the sink.

"The hero Naruto Uzumaki, great hokage of the Konohakagure and a gardener on his spare time." Boruto muttered, earning a elbow on his ribs from his sister in response.

"Hey, don't mock him! He could beat you up with both hands tied up on his back." Himawari shot back, giving him a nasty glance, before turning to their dad. Such a daddy's little girl.

"Dad, Boruto needs help." Himawari shouted from the door kitchen, where both of them were placed. Boruto was still trying to figure out what would he tell his dad, so Himawari blurting out the truth like that didn't make anything easier.

Sarada would know exactly what to do. She was the sort of girl that could say one thing and magically turn your whole day around. Boruto wasn't like that. He had trouble to understand people well enough to have that sort of talent. Unfortunately, Sarada was probably sleeping after a big mission they had just arrived that day, which meant Boruto had to deal with this by himself.

Naruto startled a bit, but his blue eyes stopped on a pair of eyes exactly like his.

"Hima!" Boruto hissed at her, putting both of his hands on his hips and Naruto had to contain a laugh. The boy could look like him, but when he was angry, he was definitely Hinata.

"What? Direct to the point." She shrugged, going straight to the couch and laying there. Boruto could feel her the expectations emanating from her look.

"So... Dad. If Him-"

Himawari punched Boruto, making him fly a meter away from where he was originally standing. He didn't even know how could she move that fast in such a short period of time. Maybe she was the next in line to become Konoha's flash, just like their grandparent.

"DON'T DRAG MY NAME INTO THIS!" She yelled at him, going back to the couch.

"FINE, DATTEBASA!" Almost automatically, a scowl came to mark Boruto's features. "Okay. Dad. How would you like to know that one of your children is dating?"

"Who is dating?" The curiosity swarming though Naruto was obvious to anyone in the room.

"No one is dating." Boruto looked around, lying to his father. "It is theoretical." He quickly added.

"Hmm, I see." Naruto didn't buy it, but he was ready to play along. "Well, theoretically I would like them to tell me."

"What about the partner telling you?" Boruto clenched his fist and for the first time, he wondered why did he have to fall in love with someone with such complicated background. He totally blamed Sarada for her beauty and intelligence, or else, he wouldn't be in this situation if it wasn't for her.

"What? Like your girlfriend telling me?" Naruto questioned and Boruto's cheek colored a whole new color of red.

"Theoretical girlfriend." Boruto corrected hastily.

"Right, why would your theoretical girlfriend tell me you are dating her?"

Boruto gave out a frustrated growl. "I don't know, respect? Maybe you are her master and she needs you to keep trusting her."

"Maybe..." It took some time but Naruto finally understood what was going on with his son, spluttering in shock with Boruto's indirect confession. "Oh no. HELL NO. BORUTO PLEASE TELL ME YOU ARE NOT DATING SARADA."

"WHAT? I DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING. IT IS ALL THEORETICALLY." Boruto shouted, taking a step back as his father had just slapped him.

Naruto turned his look from Boruto to Himawari, who only nodded in response.

"HIMAWARI!" Boruto shouted over, his eyes widened in betrayal.

"What? I am not going to lie to dad." Himawari folded her arms, her eyebrows raised in a teasing arrogance.

"Boruto." Naruto called him out, clearing his throat right after, grinning widely as he shot a worried glance to his miniature in front of him. "Are you planning to tell Sasuke you are dating his daughter?"

"Yes, dad." His son acknowledged, still startle that his father had figured it out so easily.

"Like holding hands dating?" Naruto bit his lip in amusement as a faint blush overtook his son's cheek.

"Dad." Boruto's voice were now a protest this far.

"Like kissing??????" His father added, his eyebrows shot up.

Boruto groaned. "It doesn't matter what I do with Sarada!" At that point, there was a small chance Boruto would be forever red.

"Fine, why don't Sarada tell him? The chances of getting killed in this process are lower, 'ttebayo!" His father proposed, his brows furrowing.

"Thanks dad." Boruto frowned as the same time Himawari voiced 'I told you' from the couch. Her amused demeanour was almost tangible, Boruto just knew she had a shit-eating grin plastered on her face.

"Okay, let's breath and take a moment to analyze everything. First of all…" Naruto was now smiling big as if he had just absorbed the whole thing. "I AM SO HAPPY YOU AND SARADA-CHAN ARE DATING!"

"DAD! FOCUS!" Raising his voice for some sort of authority, Boruto facepalmed himself, already regretting Himawari's idea of telling their father, but deep down he was grateful for how truly happy he father seemed about the new news.

Naruto sat down on the kitchen table, his fingers intertwining over the table. "Right. Second of all, we need a plan."

"Wow, dad, you are a genius, are you serious I need a plan? I haven't realized i-" There was two things Boruto was sure in his life: one was death and the other was to stop talking whenever his father eyes became reddish or orangish, looking like a fox's or a frog's eye. "Sorry."

"When you are going to tell him, you have to tell him it wasn't something you had planned. It happened out of nowhere. You have to tell him how much you care for her." Naruto's smirk was the kind of that all Boruto wanted was to wipe it from his face and that only seemed to amuse him even more.

"Like voicing my feelings for his daughter out loud?" Boruto asked in disbelief, hoping his dad was now teasing him. He couldn't possible think he was going to tell Sasuke his actual feelings. He hadn't even told Sarada about them yet.

Naruto couldn't hide the whole entertainment behind his eyes even if he had tried. His son always talked big, but when it came down to his relationship, he wasn't as cocky as he pretended to be. "Only the fluff ones. Keep your dirty thought- oh my, my own kid. How did you grow up so fast?"

Boruto looked at the man, his eyes ablaze. "Naruto." He hissed in a low and threatening voice that would make even the bravest shinobi shake in his boots, but it was his father he was talking to.

"Fine, dattebayo. Don't Naruto me, young man. Oh, kami. I wish your mother was here. Why did I send her to a mission on this day?" His lips were tugged up by a small smile.

"You are not helping!" It seemed the minutes talking to his dad were quite possibly the slowest ones Boruto had experienced. The wait for an answer was so mind rumbing that he could swear his brain was leaking out his ears.

"Fine, important point: Sakura must be there." Naruto blurted out, his hand resting on his chin, thinking about the outcomes of that particular situation. It was one of the things he had become better since he became Hokage.

"What? What if Aunt Sakura doesn't approve?" Boruto threw his hands in the air, almost as defeat. He was pretty sure at that point that speaking to his father would be no help at all.

"Not gonna lie, son. There is a chance, you are my kid after all and Sakura knows me too well." Naruto's cheek flushed on how it might sounded to his children. "Because she is my best friend, so if it happens, make sure to remember her you are also Hinata's son."

"It is embarrassing enough to tell one parent. Imagine two." His cheeks burned red just thinking about the matter.

"Sakura is a medic nin, so she has to help you in case, well, you know." Naruto pointed out, Boruto couldn't argue his thought did make sense. "In the worst scenario, you can also use her as a shield. I am sure she will jump in front of you anyway."

"Okay." Boruto took a deep breath to gather courage to finally accept it. "I will do it. Do you know when Sasuke is coming to the village again?" He questioned his father, his tone completely confident.

"If I am not mistaken, next week. He had some reports to bring me." Naruto pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to remember correctly when his best friend would appear in the Village.

"Fine. I will make sure I finish my bucket list this week." Boruto retorted, his confidence vanishing as he remember why Sasuke was his father's right hand. It was because he was one of the strongest shinobi alive. Just that.

"Boruto?" Naruto called, making his son turn his face towards him. "Everything is going to be fine. Even if he doesn't react nicely, deep down he will like the news. I know that." His father's word calmed down him a bit.

"How can you be sure of that?" Boruto hated himself for showing weakness to his father, but it wasn't like he could help it. Although, all he saw in his eyes was pure love and that alone made him at ease.

"We've been through a lot, him and I. I know him very well at this point." Boruto missed out when his father moved until he was standing next to him. Naruto rested a hand on his son's shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze. It gave Boruto such a needed support and he didn't think he could even be more thankful for actually listened to Himawari. "You can do it."

Such a tiny phrase carried with so much tenderness.

"I can do it." Boruto echoed, taking a deep breath.

"I totally can't do it."

Boruto was standing in front of Sarada's house, gathering courage to knock on the door. His father had told him Sasuke was in the village and he had heard that today Sakura wouldn't be working, so the chances were both of them were at home. Boruto wasn't quite sure if Sarada was there, but a small part of him wanted her to be. After all, maybe he could use her as a shield instead her mother.

He took a deep breath and cursed himself a few times more, wishing he had glanced the mirror at least one more time just to make sure he looked at least somewhat presentable. The sweat pants and old band shirt he was wearing wasn't his most impressive outfil, but it should qualify as acceptable for dying on the hands of his father-in-law. At least he hoped it did.

"Keep yourself together, Boruto. You can do it, you can do it, you can do-" He whispered while knocking on the door, already feeling how sweaty his hands were, but it didn't take much until the door cracked open, revealing a pinkette with a gentle smile on her face.

"Aunt Sakura." Boruto greeted, his heart beating much faster due the antecipation.

"Boruto. What a nice surprise." She pulled the blond for a tight hug. "Are you here to see Sarada?" He stood there awkwardly for a second before forcing himself to speak.

"Actually, no. Is Sasuke there?" He questioned, umconfortable, but it seemed it went unnoticed to his mother-in-law eyes.

"Yes, in the kitchen." She simply answered back, not finding anything strange on his request. After all, Boruto was still Sasuke's pupil.

The number of steps he had to take until he finally reached the kitchen seemed infinite. He was already so used to make that same path, together with Sarada, but without her, it was way harder.

His master was sitting on the table, taking a cup of tea.

Boruto did everything is his power not to laugh at the sight. He always wondered what people would think if he told them that their heros were actually normal people, who fixed gardens on their free time and drink tea in tiny cups.

Closing his eyes to concentrate, he cleared his throat. "Sasuke."

"Boruto." The way his master drew out his name made his heart start beating faster in nervousness and twist painfully all at once in his chest. "It is still early for our training."

"I know, it is just.." He trailed off, staring at the floor as he felt his face start to burn. "I need to tell you something."

"Then, speak." Sasuke replied, his eyes still on the hot cup in front of him.

Sakura entered the room a moment after and Boruto let out a relief sigh. The boy trained in front of the mirror a thousand times, repassing everything on his mind, unable to make a single mistake on his words.

But seeing both of his in-law in front of him just made him forget how to speak properly.

"Well, just so you know, it happened out of nowhere." He began.

"What? Were you attacked?" The most shock Sasuke could show was a slightly lift of one eyebrow.

Boruto decided to go another way. "What? No. First of all, I would like to say I have a huge appreciation for everything you have done for me during all this time and so you know, I would never do anything to break your trust."

"Why does it feels like you are cheating on me?" Sasuke deadpanned.

Oh boy. This wasn't going well.

"No, Sasuke! That's not it." Boruto cringed at his own words. That was probably weird. Sarada was never going to let him live this down when she heard about it. Then Sarada would tell Shikadai and Chocho and they would tease him about it for years to come. He started to consider wheter it would make the situation worse if he fled to Sarada's room when Sakura gave him a small smile, giving him a bit of strength to keep going. "Well, if, theoretically, something happened to Sarada, you would appreciate me telling you, right?"

Sasuke nodded, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "I thought that was an obvious thing."

Boruto looked around the room before answering. "Right. Even if, theoretically, it was a relationship?"

Dead silence.

"Boruto, if you don't cut straight to the point I will use my sharingan to roam over your mind. Not theoretically speaking." Sasuke's anger bubble over in a flash, pointing down at his pupil.

So, the next thing Boruto knew, he was talking so fast that even he wasn't sure about was going out of his mouth. "Iaminlovewithyourdaughterandshelikesmetoo." Sarada will be the death of me, he wanted to verbalize, his whole face flushing an intense red.

Sakura was the first one to absorb the news. She literally went from stunned silence to quick-fire questions, brows furrowing in shock and disbelief. Sasuke just kept staring at Boruto like a horn had suddenly appeared on his forehead.

"Sorry, can you repeat it, but with pauses?" Sasuke narrowed his eyes halfheartedly, shaking his head with his eyes closed.

"I am sorry, it just happened! I don't know if you can understand because she is your daughter but there is no way to fight this feeling. She is just too amazing and wonderful, you know? Of course you know, you made her. But what I am trying to say is- there is purple chakra leaking from your body."

"Boruto." Sasuke's tone was low and husky and it startled Boruto more than anything he had heard before.

"Sasuke-kun, don't you dare use Susanoo and destroy our house because I will break every bone in your body, fix it, and then break them all over again!" Sakura's clipped voice cut through the air like a kunai and, satisfying, it had the intended effect in making her husband stop moving, as she placed herself in front of him.

"Sakura, get out of the way." He argued, but he also did nothing to move her. Boruto knew way too well his master's power and the fact that Sakura could stop him from doing whatever it was on his mind made him find a new admiration for her.

"Sorry, babe. This time I am in charge." She assured, turning to face Boruto with both of her hands on her hips, narrowing her eyes at him.

Boruto swallowed hard and opened his mouth to explain that yes, he was Naruto's son but he was also Hinata's when two arms held him.

"OH MY, YOU AND SARADA-CHAN I AM SO HAPPY FOR YOU TWO!" Sakura beamed, holding him so tight Boruto thought he was going to die of suffocation. On his dying scenarios at the Uchiha compound, Sakura hugging him happily to death wasn't one of them.

"Aunt Saku-" Boruto called out for her, breathless. "I can't breathe."

"Oh sorry." She loosened up, but kept a arm around him as she heard her husband scoff behind her.

Boruto was still blinking in surprise as he tried to comprehend the rush of the words that came out of Sakura's mouth. Did she actually support their relationship this much? He almost didn't believe it.

"So you are going to let him fool around with our baby girl?" Sasuke's words brought Boruto out of his train of thought and his eyes widened at his master.

"She is sixteen, honey. She is not a baby anymore." Sakura protested, folding her arms across her chest, still between Sasuke and Boruto.

"Hmpf, speak for yourself, Sakura. She is not at the age to date." Never in Boruto's life he had seen the voice of his master actually fade or even crack at one word, but he was sure the word date almost didn't leave his lips.

"Sasuke-kun, only because you were being a rebel on this age, it doesn't mean your daughter can't be a normal teenager and have a boyfriend." Sakura rolled her eyes at him, but deep down, she almost wasn't able to hide the amusement. She had seen Sasuke all doting father and stuff, and that was the reason why she always thought about this very particular moment. The moment that he would find out that his little girl wasn't that little anymore.

"Does she feel the same way?" Sasuke's question seemed more a demand, as he completely ignored his wife's statement. The remark caught Boruto off-guard, especially since he wasn't sure whether it was meant as a slight or a death threat. Sasuke's vague eyes could be an indication of both, he was largely affected by the prospect of his daughter in a relationship.

Boruto hesitated a little, not sure about what he would want to hear. Did he think Boruto would go through all this if Sarada hadn't said she loved him back? "Hmm, yeah?"

"Are you asking me?" Sasuke fumed, passing one hand through his hair and breathing deeply.

"I mean, I hope that she does, or I am getting myself killed for nothing." Boruto cursed himself mentally for ditching his mind filter. The damn thing seemed not be working.

Sasuke sighed in defeat. He didn't know how his smart daughter managed to fall in love with someone such as Boruto, but taken aback, how could him blame her? Uzumaki people were just nice people to have around, as himself was aware of that. Although, it never crossed his mind his daughter and Naruto's son would actually be together together.

Just the thought of it made him shiver.

"When did it happen?" He asked, finally.

"I don't even know how to answer this one. It was always there. As I said before, she is too amazing, Sasuke. Not only she's an unbelievable kunoichi, but she is also so strong mentally and her heart... It is just so big. It kind makes me want to protect her, dattebasa. All I want is to protect her." He breathed out, nervously.

Sasuke's eyes softened a little and Boruto gave himself a mental pat on the back for managing to say the rights things. Well, the person who actually deserved the pat was his father, since was his advice to begin with, but he was happy to be alive at that point.

A beat as Sasuke pondered his words. Then he shrugged. "I guess I would happen eventually, and better you than any unknown bastard that I can't make suffer on our trainings."

"Hm, what?" Boruto questioned back, almost afraid to hear again the words suffer and trainings on the same sentence, but the next words that came from Sasuke's mouth made his heart stop beating.

"You two have my blessing."

Boruto was sure that he was staring at his master with his jaw dropped to the ground. Was that it? Of course, if Sakura wasn't there, it'd have been way worst, and maybe he'd have been punched or worst. But he survived.

Thank Naruto, his father plan actually worked.

Boruto was so wrapped around his own thought, he actually forgot about leaving. Only when he was about to exit, he noticed Sasuke was putting on his cloth, his feet going straight to the door.

"Honey, where are you going?" Sakura placed both of her hands on her hips, and Boruto wondered if him and Sarada got married, would she be that scary?

Sasuke didn't even look back at her direction, not that Boruto actually blamed him. Aunt Sakura was just terrifying when she was mad. "I need to pay a visit to a old friend."

"Sasuke-kun, please, don't destroy another valley with Naruto again. I am letting you two bleed to death this time." She asserted, crossing her arms across her chest one time more. Sasuke just took a deep breath, walked toward her and kissed her forehead, tinting her cheeks red.

Boruto didn't understand a single word of what she said, but he didn't argue either. He was feeling luckier enough.

"Boruto?" Sasuke called out.

"Yes?"

"Don't you dare break her heart, or I will hunt you down to the end of the Earth."

For some reason Boruto didn't understand, the threaten didn't give him the will to run away. Maybe because he knew it would never happen. There was not a single chance Boruto would break Sarada's heart, and if someday he actually did it, he would gladly accept any punishment his master and father-in-law had for him. "I won't. It is a promise."

"Good. Uzumaki have the tendency to not break them, better keep that up." Then, he left.

But Sakura could swear there was a shadow of a smile on his lips when he did.

"He. Fucking. Did. It." Sarada slid against her door, sitting on the floor and letting out a sigh in relief she had been holding for so long. "And papa didn't kill him. I can believe it actually happened." She put both of her hands on her mouth to muffle her shocked giggle. Since the very beginning when she heard Boruto's voice, she couldn't believe he would actually tell him.

Damn it, Shikadai you idiot. She shook her head, already going straight to her safe to gather the money to pay him. At least now she knew, never in her lifetime she would bet against Boruto. He was always unpredictable but one thing she could always count on: he would do whatever it took to keep their relationship going.

With that thought, she left her room, eager to hug the hell out of her boyfriend.

"Papa?"

After Boruto left to Sarada's that morning, Himawari decided she was going to help her father to finish the garden he had been working on for a week. Honestly, the girl thought it was a waste of his days-off, but Naruto didn't seem to mind.

"What?” He was burying the last tulip's seeds on the soil, concentrated.

"I have something to tell you." She stated, watering the space he had just finished. Soon he got up and looked to the ground, expectation sparkling on his eyes even though it was all earth. The girl stood by his side, glancing sideways over him.

"You can tell me anything, Himawari." He finally said, peered down at his wife miniature.

"Actually, I have a few questions first.” She started to go inside the house and Naruto followed her, intrigued. Nothing in the world would have prepared him for the next questions that came out of her mouth, especially because he didn't understand the point. "Do you consider Uncle Sai a strong shinobi?"

"What kind of question is that?" Naruto scoffed, already opening the refrigerator to pour him a glass of cold water and offering another one to his daughter.

Himawari accepted, taking a sip before encouraging him to continue. "Just answer it."

"Of course I do." He responded with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Does he know any seal jutsu that could hold you?"

"Beg your pardon? Are you trying to seal me?" Naruto looked on worriedly as he moved around to the other side of the table, where his daughter was leaning on, completely confused.

"No, dad. Just answer!" Himawari laughed and threw the tiny rest of her water on his face. There was almost nothing on the glass except for a few drops but he still grimaced when it touched his skin.

He nodded, as he wipped the liquid from his face. "Yes, he has a strong jutsu capable of holding me back, for sure."

"And Aunt Ino, does she know anything about medic ninjutsu?" She was now looking down to the glass at her hand, her finger making circle around the border.

"Yeah, she used to be Tsunade's apprentice like Sakura-chan, although she is not as good as her." There was a bit of proud on his tone, and she knew it because he was always happy for his best friend. They must have had a hell of a crazy teenage years, she thought to herself.

"Hm, okay. I am satisfied with your answers." She stood up, straight, and the sudden action remembered Naruto of himself when he was at an important meetings and had to drop some random news at the others.

"Hima, I am not followin-"

"I am dating Inojin." She cut him off, her heart pounding like crazy inside her chest, waiting for her father outburst. Somehow, it didn't come and Himawari didn't discard the option that maybe it was even worst.

"Honey, kids, I am hom- Naruto, why are you using Kurama's chakra in our kitchen and why are you holding that kunai?" Hinata paused for a second before realization hit her. "Oh no, you told him, didn't you? Naruto, you can't kill your daughter's first boyfriend."

"I am just paying a visit to a old friend. Me and Sai need to talk." He said, already storming out to the door, as Himawari facepalmed herself.

"Naruto!" Hinata screamed one more time.

"Don't worry, mom. I just followed his plan, it is going to work." Himawari sighed. "Well, theoretically."

Hinata didn't understand what her daughter meant by that but one thing she was sure. If their kid decided to listen to their father crazy plans, they would be doomed, nor theoretically speaking.

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wafflelate · 6 years ago

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An interaction with Shikako, Sai, and Kakashi - what's Kakashi's perspective on Shikako adopting socially-stunted Root agents?

hell yes more Sai. i love Sai so much.

takes place some time after the current chapter (ch 146/145) but doesn’t really contain any spoilers or anything.

I’m pretty sure that Kakashi hasn’t actually met Sai — Sai was at Naruto’s going away party, but Kakashi was in the hospital for chakra exhaustion. I didn’t check this very closely tho.

also i’m pretty sure that Shikako hasn’t told anyone about her water whip thing but I only like… scanned the Wave arc for that so who knows.

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There’s a stranger in Team 7’s training ground.

It’s not like Kakashi or his students ever actually book the training ground, because it’s rare for anyone but them to chose to train so close to the memorial, and most of the people who might consider it know that it’s Team Kakashi’s space. Still, there’s always some wayward unobservant chūnin or fresh genin looking for a place to train, and occasionally they end up here. They’re always easy to scare off, and if they get snotty Kakashi sends them to Gai’s training ground for all the training they can stand.

(This is a punishment for them and a favor to Gai. He loves helping.)

The boy in the field is about the age of Kakashi’s precious not-genin-any-more genin and he’s not even training. He’s leaning up against the training posts, lapdesk out, drawing. Kakashi will give him this: it’s an unorthodox use of a training field.

“Aa, this seems like something you could be doing anywhere,” Kakashi says as he drops into view.

The boy is not surprised. He looks up at Kakashi calmly and gives a slow blink. “I believe there are several locations where this would be difficult,” says the boy.

A shiver walks up Kakashi’s spine. The blandness of the boy’s expression, the flat look in his eyes… he’s not confused, or annoyed, or nervous. He’s not anything, not like he should be with Kakashi standing over him and hinting that he should get out.

Tenzō had been the same way when Kakashi met him. Untouchable and untouched. Not missing social cues so much as not even attempting to look for them, sorting every interaction into Orders and Not Orders. And Tenzō had had the same bland tantō, the same standard-issue shoes and slightly subpar equipment pouches.

“I have training scheduled here,” Kakashi says, “so this is about to become one of those places.” He does not waste a smile or a cheerful, friendly tone on this boy. He speaks flatly, directly.

Kakashi is the boy’s superior and he will order him away if that’s what it takes to keep Danzō’s grasp from closing in around his kids.

The boy smiles, a rearrangement of his face with no feeling behind it. “I checked the training ground bookings and no one was scheduled to use this field,” says the boy. “But I think we are here for the same training partner, because you were Nara Shikako’s jōnin-sensei.”

“Don’t be rude, I’m still her sensei,” Kakashi says, and then gives the boy a second look with this new information. “You must be Sai.”

“I am,” says the boy, and now Kakashi feels rude.

And even more worried, because Naruto has described his and Shikako’s occasional mission partner as ‘kinda weird, but good, y’know?’ and Kakashi had had no idea that Shimura Danzō had managed to get one of his lackies so close to the kids. What in the fuck is Tsunade thinking.

“I’ve heard a lot about you,” Kakashi says. “Why don’t we spar? I have to make sure Shikako-chan’s teammates can keep up.”

Kakashi had thought that he could depend on Tsunade to keep unsuitable mission partners away from his team, but apparently not. He’ll have to get a little more hands on, starting with a good evaluation of Sai.

“Yes,” Sai agrees blandly. “It is good to know if someone precious to you has teammates they can trust.”

The problem with ROOT agents is that you can’t even tell when they’re being threatening. Tenzō used to say things like, ‘I’ll gut you like a fish’ in the same tone of voice he’d say ‘I’ll lend you my whetstone’ and that tone of voice was wrong for both.

Sai tucks his drawings away and they fight. Sai is good, but uninventive. He uses a lot of the same moves Tenzō started out with, at least right up until he pulls out a scroll and a brush.

Kakashi has had this skill of Sai’s described to him a couple times by Naruto, with lots of enthusiasm and little technical detail, so he’s not surprised when chakra constructs leap of the page but he is surprised at how fast Sai can produce them. Faster than any Kurama Kakashi has ever known, although that’s not saying much — the clan heir that Anko is teaching is maybe the only one who’s ever attempted to use the Kurama clan jutsu for combat, a choice that has Shikako’s fingerprints all over it — and Sai has the advantage of working without color.

Shikako shows up when Kakashi is closing in on destroying Sai’s last ink beast. She lingers on the edge of the training field, cautious as always about interrupting even a spar as lazy as this one.

(Well, lazy for Kakashi. Sai has worked up quite a sweat. He’s not entirely useless, but he’s still probably the enemy.)

When Kakashi stops and looks towards where Shikako is waiting, Sai halts, too. Shikako practically bounces onto the field moments later.

“Sorry I’m late, Kofuku-oba trapped me with more questions about Shika’s arm seal,” she says. “Hi, sensei! I see you met Sai. And stuff.”

“Yes, we’re acquainted now,” Sai says. “I have been assessed to see if I have weaknesses that may lead to you being injured or killed while working with me.”

“Okay,” Shikako says slowly. She looks at Kakashi critically. “I’m sure that’s not exactly what you meant, right Kakashi-sensei?”

“I was just curious about his combat skills,” Kakashi says innocently. “Naruto is terrible at explaining things, you know.”

“Don’t bully my friends,” Shikako chides, like an academy teacher lecturing pre-genin to share their kunai.

“How come you always assume the worst of your poor sensei?” Kakashi complains. “I just wanted to make sure he wouldn’t break on one of your rough, scary missions.”

“It was a good spar,” Sai says. “I enjoyed having my skills assessed.”

Shikako looks suspiciously between them, dissatisfied, but eventually decides to move on.

“Fine,” she says, and claps her hands together. “Since sensei is so interested in making sure your combat skills are developed and well-rounded—”

“I never said that,” Kakashi objects, uselessly, because he can see where this is going.

“—he can teach you some new things!” Shikako says. “He knows lots of water jutsu, you know.”

“You teach him some water jutsu,” Kakashi demands.

Shikako blinks at him. “I don’t know any? I mean I guess there are some in that book you gave us, but…”

“You used water whip months ago,” Kakashi says. “Without seals. Teach him that, it’s B-rank.”

“What?” Shikako asks. “When do you think you saw me do a B-rank — are you talking about the chūnin exams?”

Kakashi says, “I understand it can be hard to remember what exactly you pulled out in the heat of the moment.to please the crowd.”

“You said that your chūnin exam fights in Grass weren’t very interesting,” Sai observes.

Shikako is such a liar. It’s actually almost embarrassing.

“Really?” Kakashi asks, keeping his voice mild and raising his visible eyebrow at Shikako. “I guess we remember those fights very differently. But you definitely used water whip.”

“Sensei, I did not,” grumbles Shikako. She crosses her arms and gets that look that says she thinks she’s going to say something embarrassing. “It’s just a dumb chakra trick. For chakra control. I can’t just teach it to someone unless they want to spend a year or two messing around with it.”

“A… chakra control exercise,” Kakashi repeats.

“I think it becomes a technique once you attack someone with it successfully,” Sai offers.

Shikako says, “Well, it didn’t really do anything.”

“That’s because you were attacking the Kazekage,” Kakashi says dryly. “What kind of chakra control exercises have you been doing?”

“I made some up,” Shikako says, which doesn’t answer the question.

“You attacked a foreign Kage?” Sai asks. He actually manages to sound like… something. Worried, maybe? It’s probably Kakashi’s ears playing tricks on him.

“He wasn’t the Kazekage yet,” Shikako grumbles.

She gets so petulant when people start talking about her like she’s impressive. It’s adorable.

“Show us your chakra trick.” Kakashi waves in the general direction of the stream. “It’s a good learning experience for all of us.”

“Sensei, you’re not getting out of teaching Sai something,” Shikako warns him, but she does lead them over to the stream and show them her water whip.

It starts with water scooped out of the stream into a hollow ball of chakra. The chakra becomes a cylinder. The cylinder becomes a whip, and Shikako uses it to smack an impressive splash out of the stream. Water, she explains, is noncompressible. Also she doesn’t really know how to use a whip but it’s an easy shape to make and more impressive than a staff..

How is it that Shikako still manages to surprise him all the time?

“How long can you hold that?” Kakashi asks.

Shikako shrugs. “I don’t know, I’ve never tried to test it. Two hours? More?”

“Well, I guess if your fight lasts that long it won’t be chakra exhaustion that gets you,” Kakashi acknowledges.

“Oh,” says Shikako. “No, that’s not what I meant. After a couple hours the chakra bleed would mean that I wouldn’t be able to reabsorb any of the chakra, it’d be all used up. But I’d still be able to make another one.”

Kakashi huffs. “Chakra cycling. For external chakra manipulation. And you didn’t think you should mention that?”

Shikako’s brow furrows. “Is it a big deal?”

Is it a big deal, she asks. Kakashi wants to laugh and cover his face. Instead he says, “You’re probably right that you can’t teach Sai that. So, fine. Water jutsu. But I want something in return. I want…”

Kakashi turns to Sai and lets a sliver of ominous intent work its way into the air between them.

Kakashi draws the moment out, watching the way Sai reacts — his shoulders pull back, his stance evens out. Preparing to take a blow, literal or metaphoric, but not scared for his safety, likely because he registers that Shikako is exasperated by Kakashi’s dramatics rather than concerned.

Tenzō used to tense by relaxing to accept a blow just the same way, especially when it came to receiving instruction. Kakashi catches himself planning how to fix that in Sai, too, and kind of hates himself for his own predictability. Maybe, at least, he can introduce Sai to Tenzō and his kohai will do most of the work?

“…drawings of my ninken,” Kakashi completes.

Sai’s eyes open a little wider. His mouth falls open for just a moment and he feels the need to glance at Shikako as it to make sure Kakashi is serious. His surprise is immensely satisfying.

Carefully — probably unsure if this counts as backtalk or intel gathering — Sai asks, “How many ninken do you have?”

“Lots! Which is why he’ll give you one jutsu for each drawing,” Shikako interjects, before Kakashi can snow Sai into doing all that work for one C-rank water jutsu. A look at Shikako shows she’s definitely going to stick to that, too. No arguing her down with that look.

Damn.

“Fine,” Kakashi says, aiming his best woe-is-me face at Shikako. “You work this old man so hard.”

She laughs at him. “Someone has to,” she says, like coercing him into sharing his precious jutsu with random Danzō minions is some kind of public service she provides for the good of the village.

At least now Kakashi will be able to keep a closer eye on Sai. The boy can’t very well disappear into whatever muck Danzō usually has him wading through when he owes Kakashi eight dog portraits. Shikako looks so satisfied by this arrangement that Kakashi wonders if this is exactly what she had planned.

#kiezh #asks #dreaming of sunshine #ask prompt #kakashi #sai #shikako #tenzou #kakashi all #sai all #shikako all #tenzou all #future fic #words words words

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narutostuff101 · 6 years ago

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Shikamaru and Naruto Fanfic #2

Shikamaru’s Duty

Summary: Shikamaru knew that it was up to him to protect Konoha when Naruto was gone. It was his promise to Naruto and to himself.

Set during Boruto Episode 62 but in Shikamaru’s POV.

Shikamaru looked at the bright orange and yellow light that was Kurama’s tails in the arena. The tails were engulfing an enormous Tailed Beast Ball.

Naruto...

Like everyone else, Shikamaru could only stand and watch the scene happening in front of him. How could this have happened? The research and investigation with Sasuke had been done for weeks. Why didn’t they see this coming?

The devastating blow by one of the ogres had caused the arena to crumble. Huge pieces or debris came falling down onto the spectators who had come to watch the Chunin Exams. The Four Kages and their advisors were quick to access the situation. They had scattered to quickly assist in evacuating the people. Ninjas in the stands had also aided in bringing the people away from the arena.

Shikamaru had rushed to the see what was happening down at the arena. As he cascaded down, he had shouted orders to the ninjas to hurry and get everyone to safety while at the same time trying to spot his son amongst the flood of people trying to run away. He did not see Shikadai anywhere but Shikamaru could not afford to worry about that at the moment. He needed to focus on getting to where Naruto was.

When he reached the edge of the stands, he could see the scene unfolding in below him; Naruto was carrying Boruto while trying to fight off the slimmer of the two ogres whereas the bigger one was attacking Sasuke who was holding Sarada. Shikamaru reacted fast. He performed the hand seals to activate his Shadow Binding Technique. His shadow stretched and stretched until it binded the two ogres.

Just in time.

“That was close!” He sighed in relief. Had he not reacted quickly, Naruto and Sasuke along with their children would’ve being sliced by the ogres. His success was short lived however. The ogre that was attacking Naruto had muttered something and all of a sudden, Shikamaru’s Jutsu was somehow absorbed into the ogre’s right palm. Shikamaru fell forward.

Is this like Pein? Does he have the Rinnegan?

Shikamaru’s brain went on a roll.

What on Earth are those things?

Even from far, Shikamaru knew that those creatures were not ordinary. He knew that they possessed a power that was beyond their level.

And of course, he was right. The ogre who had absorbed his Jutsu raised his palm and a big Tailed Beast Ball emerged from it. Then, several nature Jutsus emerged and began to circle the Tailed Beast Ball. It was a nerve-wrecking site.

This is bad.

Shikamaru needed to get away. He needed to leave the arena before the ogre unleashed those Jutsus. Shikamaru was trusted that Naruto would be able deal with it. Sasuke was there as well. They would protect the people in the village from the hellish Power that the ogre or perhaps ogres, possessed.

Shikamaru ran to the exit just in time as the ogre let loose the Jutsus in his palm. Running at full speed, he made his way to the forest area surrounding the arena. He noticed that many of the people have been evacuated there.

The majority of the Chunin Exams spectators had been Konoha citizens. He could only see several people from other villages. Shikamaru then spotted Shikadai. He was with the other Genins. As much as he wanted to, Shikamaru did not approached his son. Shikadai was safe and that was enough to ease Shikamaru’s sickening worries. Although he could not see his wife, Temari amongst the crowd, he did not panic. He was confident with his wife’s abilities and trusted her to be able to take care of herself. Now, Shikamaru had a bigger responsibility to carry; to ensure everyone’s safety as his first priority.

He began to instruct the Konoha Shinobis to bring the people further away from the area. They must not take any chances.

The sky above the arena flash with lightning. It was not natural lightning but several lightning style Jutsus. They could hear Kurama’s roar. Naruto had fully transformed into Tailed Beast Mode. Shikamaru hoped that that was a good thing.

Evidently, it wasn’t. The situation was clearly in favour of the enemy because suddenly the evening sky became dark. Shikamaru looked into the sky and what he saw, made him freeze. An even bigger Tailed Beast Ball blocking out the setting sun. Shikamaru felt himself gulping.

What were they going to do?

As if to answer his silent question, the tails of Kurama suddenly illuminated the dark sky.

“Naruto... is he going to absorb the thing?” Shikamaru thought aloud.

Around him, the people were shouting out to their beloved Seventh Hokage.

“Nanadaime-sama!”

“Hokage-sama!”

“That’s enough, Hokage-sama! You’ve done enough already! Get to safety!”

The people desperately shouted.

It only took a moment later and the sky became dark once more. Kurama’s tails disappeared into the darkness.

Naruto is gone.

Murmurs broke out amongst the crowd behind him. Some people started to cry out to Naruto. Shikamaru needed to get to the arena. He needed to know what was the situation. He ran as fast as he could.

As he ran, he remembered a conversation that had taken place between him and a freshly inaugurated Naruto, nearly 5 years ago.

“Shikamaru, thanks for being my advisor.” Naruto had told him when he settled into his new Hokage office. “It wouldn’t have been here if you hadn’t helped me the past few years.” Naruto gave Shikamaru his signature wide smile that made Shikamaru smile as well.

“Well, that was my nindo anyway.” Shikamaru told Naruto unabashed. “Now, if there is anything that you need help with, I’ll try my best to assist you. That’s my duty as your advisor. Got that, Hokage-sama.” He emphasised on the last two words.

Naruto scrunched up his face and let out a chuckle. “Thanks Shikamaru. I understand.” Then, Naruto’s face became serious. He looked Shikamaru in the eye and said in a serious tone, “However, I need you to understand one thing, Shikamaru.”

Shikamaru remained silent. He did not interrupt.

“If there came a time, when I can’t be there for the Konoha and it’s people, if I had vanished from here... I want you to promise me that you will protect this village as if it was your own family.”

Shikamaru furrowed his eyebrows and stood up straight. He could tell that Naruto was very serious. He knew that the village meant everything to Naruto. That was one reason why he had wanted to became the Hokage. To protect his village.

“I understand.” Shikamaru answered curtly.

Naruto nodded. “Don’t worry Shikamaru. I’m strong, dattebayo! I won’t get killed that easily.” Naruto boasted.

“Huh. Sometimes I wonder if making you the Hokage was really a good thing. It may have inflated that big head of yours even more. Ha ha,” Shikamaru teased the blonde man.

“Shut up, Shikamaru.” Naruto said with a scowl. The two leaders of Konoha let out a laugh. Their journey to bring a new era to Konohagakure together began on that day.

Shikamaru reached the arena that was completely destroyed. He couldn’t see very well due to the dust that clouded the area. He jumped down towards a tall black figure.

It was Sasuke. Sarada and Boruto laid on the ground; passed out. Naruto was nowhere to be seen.

Shikamaru quickly approached Sasuke and called out his name. “Sasuke! What happened?Where is Naruto?”

Sasuke did not meet Shikamaru’s eyes. Instead, he crouched down to check on his daughter and Boruto before answering his questions. “Those aliens tried to destroy the place. They wanted to force Naruto to use his Tailed Beast Mode. Naruto’s chakra managed to prevent the Tailed Beast Ball from impact. Right now, I can’t sense his chakra anywhere.”

Panic began to rise within Shikamaru. “Is he dead?!” Although, he didn’t want to know.

“I don’t think so. Those ogres need Naruto to be alive in order to extract the Nine-Tails’s chakra. It is most likely that Naruto was teleported into another dimension by Time-space ninjutsu”, Sasuke explained. “These two need to be brought to the hospital.”

Shikamaru was still trying to comprehend what Sasuke has just told him. It did make a whole lot of sense. According to their intel, those ogres needed Naruto to be alive in order to carry out their intentions.

“I’ll take care of that. The media corps are heading their way here.” He told Sasuke. Although Sasuke was no longer paying attention. He seemed to be im deep thought.

“What will we do?” Shikamaru pressed for answers from Sasuke.

“I will try to find out which dimension which Naruto was taken to. I’ll contact you soon. Please tell the other Kages to be ready. A rescue mission to retrieve back the Hokage will commence soon.”

Shikamaru gave a slight nod. “Understood. We’re counting on you, Sasuke.”

The medic corps arrived right then and lifted Boruto and Sarada on stretchers. Sasuke disappeared into the darkness.

Shikamaru stood there for awhile. This was it. This was the ‘if’ that Naruto had told him. The weight of the lives of the Konoha people now rested on his shoulders. He had promised Naruto the first day they came into work together that he would protect the village like his own family. He needed to ensure that everyone was safe. The injured must be treated promptly. He needed to increase the village’s defense. Right now, the village of the Hidden Lead was very vulnerable without it’s leader. Shikamaru must act now. There was no time to waste. For the sake of the village, and as to fulfill his promise to Naruto, Shikamaru must do all he could to protect the Konoha from any further harm.

That was, Shikamaru’s duty.

The End

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wolvesandfoxes25 · 7 years ago

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What we want: Ch.3

Naruto filed paperwork for the majority of the night, trying to keep his mind on Hokage matters, village inquiries, and different boundary methods that they were trying to put together.

Anything to keep his mind off of Sakura Ha-Uchiha.

It proved to be quite difficult, especially since he had just gotten back from…being intimate with her, and he could spell her on his clothes.

It was a good thing he kept a change at his office.

Hours later, Naruto stood at his window, greeting the sunrise his thoughts all over the place. He couldn’t help it…he had to think about what was happening between him and his old teammate.

And it had all started a month ago.

Flashback:

Naruto was trying to sort through his emails regarding the Jounin test statuses when there was a loud, rather obnoxious knock on his door.

It was 8 o’clock at night, who could that be?

“Come in.” He called, raising an eyebrow at the guest, preparing himself on a lecture that he was sure to give the other person, that is, until the face of the other person popped into the room.

Sakura.

And she looked rather angry.

Closing the door in frustration, Sakura stood in the entryway for a moment, smoothing out her lab coat, gathering her thoughts and words.

Sigh.

Naruto watched her with curiosity. It had been some time since she had shown her face in here, he wondered what the problem was?

“Um, Sakura? Can I help you with something?” He questioned, rubbing his forehead, starting to feel a headache pop up out of nowhere.

He sure did get these headaches a lot now.

Angry green eyes snapped to his and she nodded sharply, walking over to the front of his desk.

“Yes, you can actually, Hokage-sama.” She grit between clenched teeth.

Naruto raised a brow at the formality of the name.

He had told her repeatedly not to call him that.

“Well. Tell me what it is, don’t keep me in suspense.” He joked, putting his best smile on his face.

She wasn’t taking the bait though as she continued to glare at him.

“Do you know your son is bullying, Sarada?” Sakura snapped at him, hands on hips, foot starting to tap with her growing agitation.

Naruto leaned back and surveyed her, “And how do you figure that, Sakura?”

“Because she tells me all about it! He teases her everyday, all the time.” Sakura responded.

“Ah. And, what’s been said to Sarada?” He asked, curious at this point.

She lost some of her gusto with that question, taking on an expression of embarrassment instead.

“H-He makes fun of her being ‘flat chested.’ That isn’t however, the words he uses.” She told him, watching a scowl run across his whispered cheeks.

Where did Bolt learn that from? There was nothing wrong with women that weren’t top heavy.

Like Sakura.

Naruto was startled at his thoughts and immediately shook his head clear of those inappropriate images.

“W-Well, I see where you’re coming from. Did you take this up with Hinata?”

“I did, and she talked to him. He didn’t listen though. Also, things have gotten so bad between the two that Sarada got a note sent home with her stating I needed to sit down and have a parent-teacher conference with them. She’s been ‘fighting’ in class apparently.”

Naruto pushed his chair out and stood up, trying to fight back a yawn.

Sakura scowled at his rudeness. Was he listening to anything she was saying?

“You know, I’m sorry for boring you Naruto, but its essential that you squeeze in time to talk to your son about bullying my daughter.” She sniped at him, her anger starting to climb with his nonchalant attitude.

The blond rolled his eyes at her dramatics.

“I’ll be happy to talk to Bolt, if you talk to Sarada.”

Sakura raised her eyebrows, “And why would I do that? She hasn’t done anything wrong.”

Naruto smirked.

She would think that.

“Come now Sakura, Sarada is your daughter. I’m sure there have been many instances where Bolt has said something menial, and Sarada has responded with her fists.“

The pink-haired Kuniochi felt her cheek twitch in annoyance at his immature accusation.

“Oh, I get it. So, you’re putting the fighting off on me? You’re blaming me for Sarada overreacting?”

He didn’t say anything, but his facial expression said it all.

She glared.

“Sakura. Come on, there have been many occasions to where you completely overreacted towards something I did. That’s all I’m saying.”

Gritting her teeth, she balled her fist up.

“Well, Hokage-Sama, if you weren’t such an idiot 99% of the time, I wouldn’t have to treat you that way. It’s a shame you passed that inconvenient trait onto your son.” Sakura shot back at him.

Naruto felt his own eyebrow twitch at the low blow, quickly becoming annoyed with this entire conversation.

“Mrs. Uchiha. If that’s all you needed me for, I must bid you goodnight, I have a lot of work to get back to. Work that requires more attention than this abysmal problem.”

He was mocking her again.

But she could give it back.

“Oh, you were busy? I apologize, Hokage-Sama. I wasn’t aware that discussing the actions of disobedient children wasn’t important. Let me just leave so you can get back to pointing and clicking on your computer.”

Naruto growled, slamming the file cabinet that he had opened, making her jump a little.

“Damnit Sakura, I said I would handle it! But you also need to talk to Sarada, because I’ve heard my own stories, and I don’t believe Bolt is the only one who is kicking up the trouble. Now, you know where the door is.”

He had dismissed her.

Like a child.

Gritting her teeth, Sakura marched forward and shoved him hard in the chest, watching as he tilted back, almost losing his footing, catching it just in time before he landed flat on his butt.

“Listen here you jerk! You may be the Hokage now, but don’t you ever think you can talk down to me, Naruto Uzumaki!”

Glaring once more at him, Sakura turned away, making it a few steps before a hand whipped out and clutched her elbow, shoving her bodily against the wall near the door.

Sakura grunted, looking up into the angry eyes that leered down at her.

“Do not think you can treat me as you did when we were younger, Sakura.”

Sakura felt her nostrils flare, “Oh yes, because I treated you so badly, right?”

Naruto only stared at her, releasing her elbow before he answered, turning away from her fuming figure.

“Yeah. Walk away from me, do what you do best!” She shouted, her tone taking a hurtful turn. Chest heaving, Sakura chanced a glance down and saw a pile of papers at her feet. Reaching low, she gripped them and flung them at his prone back.

The blonde Hokage was having a very difficult time trying to reign in his emotions, and with the multitude of papers hitting his back…

He lost it.

Turning swiftly, he snarled at her, advancing on her this time, gripping her arm and shoving her back against the wall harder. This time though, he was dangerously close to her face, noses inches away from touching.

The only sound in the room was heavy breathing, the two of them glaring heatedly at the other.

“You have the audacity to imply that I avoid you?” He bit out, his tone almost mocking.

Sakura only glared harder, fidgeting in the confines of the 0 amount of space he was leaving her.

“You don’t think you’ve avoided me? Y-You’ve been avoiding me since we both got married. Why? Our friendship was once strong, and now it’s….gone.” He asked, feeling the hurt of rejection rise up in his throat.

Silence.

“Well?” He demanded, wanting, needing to know what had happened between the two of them to have her completely forget he existed.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She said, looking away from his accusing stare, licking her dry lips.

Naruto blanched when he saw her pink tongue run over her lips, his eyes dancing along her form.

Stop it.

“You know Sakura, I told you once before that I hate when people lie to themselves.”

Sakura gasped and whipped her eyes to meet his.

“Yeah and you know all about that don’t you, Naruto?” She spat back with just as much venom, watching his eyebrow twitch.

“What the hell does that mean?”

Sakura tried to shake him off of her, but he held fast, grip rivaling steel.

“Let go of me!” She demanded, “Don’t make me use my chakra.” She threatened, knowing it was an empty one.

And so did he.

Damnit, she couldn’t look into his eyes any longer, if she did, she was sure she’d crumble, and tell him exactly why she avoided him.

And that would do neither of them any good.

A few moments of silence passed by them before Naruto finally moved away from her, giving her space to escape.

She wanted to get away from him.

Far away.

Silence.

“Just leave.” He demanded, his voice hinting at pain, or confusion, Sakura wasn’t sure.

At his demand, she bolted out the door, stopping in the corridor to catch her breath, her hands trembling.

End of Flashback:

Naruto sighed, standing up, taking his cloak off, starting his pace for the day, his thoughts not on what they should be.

They floated to the events that had taken place a week after the intense fight in his office. Flashback:

Sakura sat in the tree at the training grounds, watching her daughter and Bolt spar.

They were getting a long better now, mainly due to Sakura threatening her daughter and also scaring Bolt, telling him that if he hurt her feelings one more time, he’d be seeing what the inside of a crater looks like.

For some reason Hinata got a big kick out of that.

“Shadow clone jutsu!” She heard the little blond yell, jumping in the air, five more of him coming down, jumping towards Sarada, who had her sharingan activated already.

The two pre-teens drew their kunai’s and charged at the other, clashing violently, sparks flying everywhere.

Sakura was impressed at Bolt’s speed, even Sarada had a hard time keeping up with him.

And Sarada had inherited Sasuke’s speed and agility in battle.

Closing her eyes, Sakura went back to her genin days, envisioning the battle in front of her as a duel between her and Naruto.

It made her heart drop.

She missed the simplistic tones of those days, where bills didn’t bog her down, work didn’t make her feel like the walking dead, and friends were not confusing her.

If you could still call him her friend that is.

They hadn’t spoken in a long time. He had been right about that. Since they had gotten married, the two of them had drifted so far apart, that it was hard to imagine that at one point they had saved the world together, journeyed together, shared their lives together.

It seemed so…distant now.

And it hurt.

Sakura grit her teeth, her fingers digging into the branch beneath her.

Her sorrowful state kept her from noticing the crack that was beginning to sprout further down the wood, and before Sakura knew it she was freefalling to the forest floor.

And it was a long way down.

She wouldn’t survive it and she had nothing to grip onto.

The air rushed around her so quickly, she couldn’t scream.

Then, she stopped falling abruptly, her heart racing a mile a minute, stomach doing backflips.

Arms were carrying her bridal style to a branch that was safely still in place.

Naruto.

“Are you alright, Sakura?” His worried voice hit her ears.

She only stared at him, Deja-vu hitting her like a truck. Nodding dumbly, she saw he wasn’t wearing his Hokage’s cloak, only his orange shirt and black pants, topped with his shinobi sandals.

Sakura stared at him wide-eyed, slightly embarrassed.

“Are you sure you’re alright, Sakura?” He asked, kneeling in front of her.

She nodded again, looking down at his outstretched hand, wanting to back away from it.

“W-W-What are you doing here?” She asked him, cursing her stammering.

Naruto sat down fully, leaving some distance between the two of them.

“I promised Bolt I’d watch him train today. But, I swore I wouldn’t intrude, I’m here to ‘take note.’ It’s a good thing I got here when I did, huh?” He smiled cheekily, rubbing the back of his neck.

Sakura blushed but nodded, situating herself to where her legs were swinging over the branch, in an almost childish fashion.

Naruto watched her do this, her head tilted up to the sunny sky, pink hair fluttering in the wind.

Closing his eyes, he felt his heart lurch, and he hastily turned away.

Silence.

Awkward, smothering silence.

“Um, Sakura? I wanted to apologize for what happened in my office.” He murmured, looking at her, his intense blue eyes swallowing her up, making her look away from the sheer intensity of it.

Clearing her throat, she licked her lips.

“I’m sorry too, Naruto. I was out of line when I pushed you.”

Naruto chuckled.

“Well, Sakura, you wouldn’t be you if you didn’t hand me a little discipline, huh?” He winked, giving her his foxy grin.

Sakura looked down, trying her hardest to focus on her daughter.

Sarada and Bolt were sitting on the ground across from the other, both smiling at the damage they had dealt. It just meant they were getting better.

“You did well, Sarada. Now, let’s go to Ichikaru and get some ramen. If it’s a date, I’ll buy!”

Sarada rolled her eyes, getting up and brushing off her clothes.

“It’s not a date, but you can still buy.” She said to him, flinging her hair back over her shoulder.

They left the clearing then, leaving the two parents sitting in the tree.

Glancing at each other, they both smiled.

“Well. Sarada is definitely your child. Turning down the sweet blonde boy who’s just trying to be nice.” He snickered, taking in the forest air, stretching his arms above his head.

“And Bolt is definitely your son. Always demanding dates without asking politely first.” She picked, poking his side.

Naruto grinned, blushing lightly.

It was contagious, and Sakura smiled too.

“I’ve got to get back to the hospital now.” Sakura said, standing on the branch, keeping a firm hold on the above limb for balance.

Naruto raised an eyebrow, “How in the world did you get up here in those shoes, Sakura?”

The Kuniochi looked down, surveying her heels.

“I managed.” She told him, flushing.

“Here. Let me help you down.” He said, standing up, offering one of his hands to her.

Sakura shook her head firmly, backing up, her foot wobbling.

“Sakura. Don’t be so stubborn.” He said to her, reaching closer to grab a hand instead of offering it this time.

“W-Wa-” Sakura managed to get out before she was tumbling over the branch and falling down below.

“Sakura!” His voice rang out and she felt strong arms encircle her waist, hand cradling her head, hands shoving her face into his chest.

“Shadow clone jutsu!”

Sakura had her eyes closed, suddenly feeling them collide with limbs, the forest ground not touching them at all.

After falling safely into the arms of the clones, they all popped out of existence, leaving her and Naruto.

And he was laying on top of her, his chest pressed to hers, pelvis pressing into hers as well.

Cheeks flaming, Sakura tried twisting her legs out from underneath him, but he was too heavy.

“Sakura. Stop moving.” He demanded, his tensed thighs encompassing hers, the muscular limbs holding her to the ground.

Sakura felt her body shake a little bit, and she looked away, not able to look him in the face, and definitely not in the eyes.

Naruto himself was having a…problem. One that he couldn’t necessarily control, it was just…Sakura was pressed against him, her dress bunching up higher than it usually was, legs literally flung over his hips.

This was so embarrassing.

Not to mention inappropriate.

But accidental.

Looking down at her finally, his eyes accessed her, irises shooting around, making sure she didn’t have any injuries.

She was alright, minus the flush that spread over her cheekbones, her chest rising and falling quickly, signaling her anxiety.

It however, did nothing to quell Naruto’s…problem.

“S-Sakura, I’m sorry.” He muttered, finally shifting his weight, to be stopped by her legs trapping him there.

He looked down at her confused, watching as her green eyes clashed with his blue.

There were so many questions she was sending him, so many things left unsaid between the two of them.

So many.

Naruto closed his, not able to see the hurt that he had caused.

Or that time had caused.

Before he mulled too much on it, he felt arms wrap themselves around his torso, Sakura’s head nuzzling into his chest.

“Thank you, Naruto.” She murmured, disentangling herself from him and leaving.

He didn’t leave though, his mind was too muddled, his thoughts too much on how different she felt in his arms then when she did as a teenager.

She was almost…softer.

Shit.

He shouldn’t be thinking these things. But…it had been this way ever since the scene in his office. He would shamefully dream about it sometimes, the ‘fight’ in the office going a lot differently then in real life.

Very differently.

Most of the dreams though consisted of their old times together, where they would joke around, and sometimes sit on hills and watch the sunset together.

Naruto sat himself back against a tree, hanging his head.

This was not good. End of Flashback:

Naruto was still deep in thought when his office door opened and in stepped Shikamaru, his hands digging in his pockets, fetching out a cigarette.

“Morning, Hokage-Sama.” He said, smiling.

“Shikamaru. Please. Call me Naruto. I’m not used to formalities. And definitely not from you.” Naruto said, feeling exhausted.

Emotionally and physically.

“I’ll try to fulfil your wishes, Ho-, Naruto.”

The blonde nodded.

“So. Did you get anything done last night?”

Naruto had been drinking some tea when the question was asked, and it took all his control to keep from spluttering the liquid everywhere. Of course it was innocent, but, Naruto’s night had been anything but innocent.

“I, uh, yes. I got…several things done, actually.” Naruto said, not exactly lying about that tidbit of information.

Shikamaru nodded, taking a puff of his cigarette.

“Well. The council meets in a week to discuss new buildings that need to be put up for reconstructure. Are you good to go?”

Naruto nodded, pointing to a stack of complaints/opinions about old buildings that needed to be fixed so people could live in them.

And there were a lot.

“I’ve got everything ready to go. Top priorities, and low priorities.”

Shikamaru nodded, giving a thumbs up.

“Alright. Well, I’ve got a couple things to do. I’m sure your email is filling up right about now. So…I’ll let you get to it.”

Naruto was clicking through mail, his mind still on the previous nights events, thoughts wondering to the last run-in before the bar incident.

Flashback:

Naruto was walking through the village, nightfall looming over him, the roads dwindling down to a few pedestrians. It was mostly vendors getting off their stands, or other stores that were opening, or closing.

He was walking past one of the nicer bars when he saw her, her back to him, nose buried in a medical book.

Sakura?

Looking around, he took his cloak off, and walked through the door, the elegant bar taking him fully by surprise.

Wow.

“H-Hokage-Sama?” The owner squeaked, bowing.

Naruto smiled, waving a hand, “There’s no need for that. But, could I by chance get a cup of hot sake at that table over there?” He asked, pointing to Sakura, who was now looking up at him with a white face.

The owner furiously nodded his head and hurried into the back, fulfilling Naruto’s request.

Smiling, he walked over to her, standing in front of the empty seat across from her.

“May I?”

Closing her book, she nodded.

“Is everything alright?” He asked.

Sakura leaned on her elbows, cradling her head in her hands for a moment, dropping them onto the table to play with her empty glass.

“There is a child in the hospital that needs a bone graft in their spine. A large amount as well. We’ve had very few bone marrow donations, and I-I don’t know what to do about it. I was doing research on the matter, trying to figure if I could maybe make the marrow. Well, not the marrow per say, but something that can substitute it.”

Naruto was about to respond to her when the owner set his drink down, bowing again.

Saying thanks, Naruto noticed the owners head swivel to Sakura, his eyes looking her over, a heat taking over his irises.

The blonde cleared his throat, glaring at the man now.

“That’s all, thank you.”

Sakura put her hand out, “Actually. Can I get another cup of tea, please?”

“Can you have the waitress bring it when it’s done?” Naruto piped up, fully annoyed at the gleam in the owners eyes towards Sakura.

“I have no problem bringing it, Hokage-Sama.” The owner inquired, smiling.

“Yes. I can see that. But, I asked if the waitress could.” Naruto shot back, eyebrow twitching.

The owner got it that time.

“Y-Yes, sorry to bother the both of you.” And he bowed, leaving the table.

Sakura was confused.

“What was that about?”

Naruto only looked at her, picking his drink up, sipping it carefully.

“Some men need to learn to be less…obvious.” Is all he said, setting his drink down, sighing. That went for him as well.

Oh.

Sakura only shrugged her shoulder, fiddling with the cover of her medical book.

“So? What do you need in order to make this grafting work?” Naruto asked, getting back to the topic they were on before being interrupted.

Sitting back, Sakura played with the hem of her dress, something she always did when she was a little overwhelmed with research.

“Well. Funding first and foremost. Grafting bone marrow is expensive, and requires research on the materials we can use, so it doesn’t harm the tissue or bone around the area that needs it. It could also be rejected by the re-.”

She was rambling.

Looking up she noticed his smile, arms folded across his chest.

“W-What?” She asked, pushing a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

“Nothing. You just look so excited when you talk about medical subjects. Your face glows.”

Sakura smiled.

Before continuing on with the conversation, her tea was set before her, the waitress smiling, asking Naruto if he wanted another, which he declined.

“Do you ever talk about your job with Sasuke?” He asked.

Damnit. He should not have asked her that.

“No. When he’s home, he’s with Sarada. We get a little bit of time at night, b-but, yeah.” She blushed, and Naruto knew what that meant.

“I see.”

It angered him. Why did Sasuke have to be like this? Didn’t he see how lucky he was? How good he had it?

Of course not.

He had never cherished Sakura the way she should be.

Looking back at her, he noticed the haunted look on her face, and he mentally kicked himself once again.

Idiot.

“I’m sorry for bringing him up, Sakura.” Naruto said to her, reaching across the table, grabbing her hand, squeezing tightly.

She stared down and laid her own hand over his, smiling gently.

“Naruto. You are really lucky to have Hinata. She’s…she’s lucky to have you.”

Cringing internally, Naruto numbly nodded his head, not looking at her as he did so.

Sakura released his hand, letting her own drop into her lap limply, automatically missing the contact.

Shame unfurled in her chest, and she pushed her tea back, standing up, brushing her dress off.

“I-I should get back home.” She mumbled, “Sarada is probably back by now.”

Naruto didn’t say anything, just continued to stare where their hands had been joined.

“B-Bye, Hokage-Sama.” She murmured, laying some money down, picking her book up and hurrying out the door.

A couple of seconds ticked by and Naruto fiddled in his pocket, slapping down some money as well, leaving out the way she had went.

Sakura hadn’t gotten far, her back was slouched, her feet scuffing a long the road.

Naruto tightened his hand into a fist and picked up his speed, grabbing her elbow, steering her into an alleyway.

Sakura gasped as he set her gently against a concrete wall, leaning down and pressing his lips to hers, not able to hold back anymore.

His kiss was gentle, yet fiery, passionate, yet innocent.

Closing her eyes, she let it all go and got lost in the mouth that she had been wanting to kiss for weeks now.

Naruto pressed her firmly against the wall, his kissing becoming openmouthed, hands framing her cheeks, fingers entwining in the tresses of her hair.

Sakura had her own hands cupping his face as well, her mouth opening to allow his tongue entrance, his taste sweeping into her mouth, leaving her weak in the knees, never wanting the moment to end.

Naruto was drowning in her, like a sailor being swept out to sea, he was powerless to stop the waves from crushing him, dragging him down, immobilizing him so he couldn’t move.

It was a similar feeling to losing himself to Kurama, who was currently growling in a pleasurable fashion at what he was doing.

He had to pull back now, or…

There was no or, it was too late.

With Sakura, he had always been too late.

It was her who pulled away from him, her chest rising and falling, hot puffs of breath enclosing over his lips.

His hands clenched in her hair, his lips touching every part of her face, brushing her cheeks that were becoming tear stained, her petite form shaking from the sobs that were ripping from her throat, her arms enfolding around him, hanging onto him as if he were her anchor to this world.

To this moment.

Naruto cupped her head in his hands and laid his lips on her forehead, feeling her tears hit his neck, his eyes closing in distress.

Sakura pulled her arms back and clutched the wrists that held her forehead, leaning into him, feeling his warmth, relishing in the comfort he was giving her, without having to say anything at all.

It didn’t sooth her sobs though as images of what they used to be, and what she shoved away came to the forefront of her mind.

And this was her punishment for being selfish.

Sobbing harder, she felt Naruto kiss his way from her forehead to her cheeks, his mouth finding hers again, crushing her against him, closing her against his chest, his lips and tongue swallowing her up, flinging her into the abyss that was Naruto Uzumaki.

Sakura whimpered and melted into his lips, relishing what she was getting instead of what she didn’t have. End of Flashback:

Naruto shook his head free of that thought, it served nothing but to taunt him, day and night, every time he walked past that small alleyway, that’s what he saw. Two bodies so lost in each other that the world could have been crumbling around them and they probably wouldn’t have noticed.

Granted, nothing sexual happened between the two, but the air was charged with tension. And not only sexual tension, but emotional tension that left Naruto in the shower at his house for two hours, tears pouring down his own face, shoulders shaking from the force of them, memories from the past burning through his heart like an arsenal that wouldn’t cool down.

Folding his hands over his eyes, Naruto shut his laptop and laid his head on the desk.

What was he going to do?

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Pairing: MadaraTobirama Word count: 4485 Summary: Hanahaki disease is a condition which causes the victim of unrequited love to grow flowers in their lungs, ending in death when the roots grow too deep and eventually suffocating them if the feelings are never returned.For Tobirama it begins with a single petal.

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I’ll Breathe You A Garden

When they meet for the first time it is not a problem. Of course not, they are on opposing sides of a generation’s long feud, the reason for which has been lost to time. The moment Tobirama and Madara meet for the first time they barely even spare a glance for each other and their thoughts are nothing but derogatory and prejudiced, typical progenies of the environments they were raised in.

More than a decade passes before Madara and Tobirama are properly introduced and it is done by the one thing the two of them have in common: Hashirama. As part of the peace their clans have agreed upon, Hashirama insists that all of his special persons must know each other and get along. It is to his disappointment to discover that his brother and his best friend do not get along in the slightest, trading heated glares and pointed insults at every available opportunity. Others quickly learn to never leave the two of them alone in a room together.

Once construction of the village is completed and the two clans have separate areas to which they can retreat and stare suspiciously from behind proverbial curtains, things improve. Only barely but it still counts. Tobirama and Madara avoid each other as much as possible and both fall in to the habit of pretending the other does not exist when they are forced in to close proximity. Meetings are frequently made awkward by the tension between them but since all agree that it’s better than violence, nothing is ever done about it lest the pair of them fall back in to those undesired violent patterns. The less blood shed between two such prominent figures, the easier the peace between the rest of their kin.

It isn’t until the second anniversary of the village founding that things begin to change. As others beging to recognize the safety inherent in trading their clan pride for pride in a village, infrastructure in Konohagakure grows in necessary ways. Among the new additions is the academy which is Tobirama’s pride and joy.

And among the complications is finding teachers for the academy who have three very important qualifications. Those who have both the skill and the temperament do not always have the approval of each clan head. As it draws close to the time when they hope to begin holding classes, a snap decision is made to have the clan heads themselves all take turns giving lessons to the children of the village. The hope is that the experience will help them better understand the requirements of the position so that they may better judge who to allow in those roles.

The results are both exactly what one might expect and nothing at all like what one might expect. With Hashirama having been named Hokage, the title of clan Head falls technically on Tobirama’s shoulders and he is the only person of the group who goes to this duty with any amount of pleasure. That much might have been expected since his fondness for teaching the next generation is well known. What is not expected is Tobirama’s reaction to seeing Madara forced in to a teaching roll as well, surprisingly gentle with the children of many clans.

It is seeing Madara crouched on his heels and scowling deeply even as his hands oh-so-softly correct a young girl’s dragon seal that brings about the beginning of a sickness Tobirama has heard of only in legends. The first symptom is a strange palpitation of the heart, an off-beat thumping in his chest when Madara grumpily praises the young child and receives a beaming smile in return. Unsure what it is that caused the odd sensation or the even odder images suddenly running through his mind, Tobirama vows to leave Madara be during his shifts with the academy class. A healthy dose of suspicion is all well and good when it comes to the well-being of the children but it’s obvious that it is his own health he should be worried about.

Symptoms progress quite slowly at first. Madara is still a mule-headed ass with too much pride and Tobirama still avoids him when possible. Except that isn’t completely true. A mere week after he makes his vow Tobirama breaks it and returns to the academy to watch the older man navigate the trials of imparting wisdom on to a roomful of children from all different backgrounds. Despite having witnessed it before it still surprises him how well Madara fares in a duty none would have thought him to excel at.

When his heart skips a beat Tobirama tries hard to put it down as another fluke even as he wraps his chakra closer in to himself and settles in to continue watching. He tell himself that it is in the children’s interest that he comes back the next week and also the week after that. When they pass in the hallways and ignore each other during meetings he pretends it is only keeping the peace and not because he suddenly has the urge to hide until these strange feelings go away. As his interest grows so does his awareness of the chaos which would result should anyone know of this fascination which he cannot seem to shake.

Four months later the first petal appears.

He is in a tea house with his sister-in-law listening to Mito complain about how often her husband will stay out late to waste his pocket money in gambling dens. When she asks him a question he opens his mouth to reply only for his breath to catch on something and set off a coughing fit.

Mito waits patiently for him to catch him breath and then looks at him strangely when he uncovers his mouth to reveal a pale lavender flower petal. Tobirama looks at it strangely too; what an odd this to find in one’s throat. But it is only one petal and spring is in full bloom, so a blossom on the wind seems much more likely than some fairy tale disease of which neither of them have ever seen a real case. That he might have produced the flower himself doesn’t even occur to either one of them at the time. Conversation carries on and the incident is forgotten.

A week later he is sitting alone in his office, working on anything and everything he can to put off his visit to Hashirama’s office. His senses tell him that his brother is not alone in there and he almost has avoiding Madara down to an actual art form. So for once instead of doing his duties he is whiling away the time putting the finishing touches on a project which will not be reviewed by the council for another three weeks, his inner eye focused on the two men who he is certain aren’t actually doing anything productive. The tickle in the back of his throat doesn’t really draw his attention in any particular way. He gives a quiet cough to clear it and sets brush to parchment again, still focused on other things.

Choking on what feels like nothing but air, however, does get his attention rather quickly. Tobirama balls one fist in front of his mouth as he coughs and coughs until he’s begun to wonder about a possible allergic reaction to something. When the obstruction finally clears he spits out three petals of the prettiest blue he’s ever seen.

Tobirama looks at them in horror, a thought forming in his mind and immediately being dismissed as being fanciful. Yet he cannot deny that there is no open window for a breeze to come in through, no current in the stale air of the tower which might have blown something in to his mouth. He doesn’t remember eating any flowers or for that matter consuming anything more today than a slice of toast for breakfast. There is no logical way for these petals to have come to be inside his throat, lodged deeply enough to give him trouble breathing, yet here they are. Slowly, carefully, he opens the drawer of his desk and sets the three petals down inside then closes away the evidence.

No need to bother anyone about this yet, he thinks. Obviously his fanciful thoughts are wrong and there will be no more incidents like this one so why should he bother someone else with something so ridiculous?

Still, Tobirama leaves the tower that day without ever having gone to see his brother, important documents left with the man’s secretary to be delivered later while he leaves to head a few blocks over where a library has only recently been opened to the public. He thinks that surely research will calm his irrational fears; he even feels a faint shadow of excitement for being able to finally see what new books the other clans have brought with them.

A month later the desk in his office has a tiny collection of flower petals in a small but beautiful heap hidden away from the rest of the world. They come in every color imaginable, showing up in patterns he can’t begin to unravel, and he hate them almost as much as he loves them. Each petal causes pain now as they tear themselves up out of his lungs and force their way up his esophagus. They are impossible to breathe around and he knows that it is only by some extreme force of luck that none but Mito have yet witnessed one of his attacks. A smarter man might have thrown away the evidence but Tobirama finds himself attached to them in some strange way he can’t explain.

Hanahaki disease, he knows, is born of when one person develops unrequited feelings for another. He’s read all the symptoms and each of the legends, studied the progression of the illness, and he knows the future suffering that he is faced with. And yet he cannot help but to stroke each petal as it appears, admiring the softness and the shade. Just as he cannot help but the follow Madara with his eyes each time they are in the same room together, loving from afar a man who it seems would prefer that he did not exist.

Life is cruel in its ironies and Tobirama has always known that. Only, he had thought that he had seen all the ironies he deserved already, isn’t sure what he has done to earn this beautiful yet painful death sentence.

His final irony is as gentle as it is difficult to bear and it begins on the day Hashirama finally notices that something is wrong. For so long he has been able to keep his malady a secret – a coughing fit here or there can be written off for so many reasons – but the day he finally brings up his first flower it feels as though suddenly death is knocking at his door, leering through the windows with a patient grin. Hashirama looks at the full blossom in his hand with something akin to terror in his eyes but he doesn’t have to say anything. Tobirama knows.

Flowers mean that roots have begun to grow. Soon his lungs will be filled with them and there will be no room for air in his body, no way for him to breathe blessed oxygen around the wood and the flora growing within.

“Brother?” Hashirama’s voice is small as he plucks the gardenia from his fingers and cradles it between shaking palms. “Tobirama…since when?”

“Long enough,” he replies, unable to look at anything but flower. Gardenia for secret love. How appropriate, he thinks. But he has brought up petals of endless variety and he knows that this is only the beginning. Some part of him hopes that not all of them with have such heavy handed symbolism; he would hate to be so boring.

Across the room, Madara and Izuna watch them with looks which he has no wish to decipher. Certainly there are hints of sympathy but he has no desire to see the pity that is surely hidden close behind. The last thing he wants is Madara’s pity when it is him that Tobirama is dying for, him that he dreams of in the moments when he allows his mind to drift away and settle where it will. No, he would much rather keep to himself and allow Madara to go on pretending he does not exist. It will be easier on everyone if he simply fades away that they might forgets he was ever here.

At first it is much easier to fade away than he thought it would be, although he isn’t sure if that pleases him or not. Obviously concerned for his well-being, Hashirama is more than willing to grant him as much rest as he wishes and Tobirama spends many days working from home, avoiding the world but not the pains that it has caused him. He spends more time with both Mito and Touka than he ever thought he would and it shocks him to discover just how poorly they are both handling the situation. His cousin is nearly as devastated as his brother at the impending loss hanging over their heads and Mito – dear Mito – for all her grace, her bedside manner is utterly deplorable.

When they ask him one day if there is no chance Tobirama sips his tea and turns his head away. The roots expanding inside his lungs is nothing compared to the shriveling of his heart and there is nothing he wants less than to talk about it.

Hashirama’s questions are more pointed and his responses harder to explain.

“I’ve read up on this disease,” he says. Tobirama does not look at him.

“As have I.”

“Then you know there is a cure! A surgery! I could save your life so why won’t you let me!?”

Tobirama does not flinch as a large tanned fist comes down on table littered with dainty little blossoms, yellow daffodils for unrequited love. Still so boring and predictable but he counts himself lucky to never have choked on a rose.

“If you know what the cure is,” he murmurs, “then you know what it will do to me. Better to die than to never feel love again.”

“You can’t be serious!”

Had he meant to answer that at all he still would not have been able to. His next breath catches in his chest and Tobirama curls in to himself, wracked with a severe coughing fit that shakes his body leaves him red in the face with lack of proper oxygen. Hashirama pats his back and apologizes for yelling, tears welling in his eyes. There are almost always tears in his eyes now.

Even after he opens his mouth and spits up two full daisies, the subject is not brought up again. Tobirama is relieved, not only to be spared the embarrassment of being so obvious about his emotions but also that he will not have to struggle for the words to express them. How to explain that he fears a world in which he cares for nothing, a world where not even the tether of familial love exists to stop him from following the darkest of his thoughts? In the secret places inside him, the shadows he does not share, he knows that Hashirama is the light which keeps his feet marching along the correct path. Without the love he carries for his older brother, Tobirama knows he would not be good for this world.

The next day Hashirama brings to him his final irony and Tobirama goes to his fate with a scowl which completely disguises both the pleasure and the distaste he takes in this new change. As Touka leaves the village on a mission with great reluctance, Mito finally throws up her hands and admits that she has no skill as a caretaker.

“I can’t stand the thought of you alone,” Hashirama tells him.

He wonders what ever possessed his sibling to think that Madara, of all people, was the right man to keep him company. Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that they are best friends and no matter what others say Hashirama will always think of Madara as the soft children they were when they met at the riverside. There is nothing soft about that face as Madara watches him settle on the couch, curled beneath a blanket and feeling disgustingly frail.

Getting a shinobi’s recommended daily exercise is abominably difficult when one cannot breathe through the motions.

At first Tobirama refuses to speak to his new ward, uninterested in knowing what kind of blackmail convinced him to agree to this duty. Not that he speaks very much anyway these days. More than half the time when he opens his mouth it is to vomit another blossom of red or yellow or the palest blue. Some of them have stems now that trigger his gag reflex and always have him reaching for the bucket he keeps nearby. In the end that which drives him to speak is the same thing which drove him to create some of his most infamous jutsu: boredom.

Madara retains a neutral expression most of the time and unless necessary he rarely gets up from the seat which has been turned in to his temporary workspace, where paperwork is completed during the long stretches when neither of them say anything. But when they do speak he is disturbingly gentle and Tobirama hates it, hates being treated softly.

Hates that he needs it, dying for something so stupid the way he is.

Their conversations aren’t momentous in anyway. He doesn’t truly learn anything life changing nor does he give away any information about himself that he wouldn’t reveal to another stranger. Madara grumbles about the content of this letter or stupidity of that budget request. He makes endless pots of tea and they discuss their favorite flavors, arguing the merits of black against green. In return Tobirama makes an attempt to do as much paperwork as he can without exhausting himself in between feeding Madara as many embarrassing stories as he recalls of Hashirama during their childhood. If there is anything he wants to leave behind when he passes it is the ability to remind Hashirama that he was once – and still is – the world’s biggest dork.

It feels as though time passes so much slower in the last two months of his suffering, for which Tobirama is both grateful and annoyed. It certainly isn’t pleasant to have one’s death prolonged. But after thinking about the issue perhaps a bit too much he finally admits that he is through with running and accepts every moment he can soak up of Madara’s presence, thinking it his final parting gift. Hashirama takes as much time as he can spare to be here at home but he has a village to run and it is Madara with whom Tobirama spends most of his time.

At almost exactly noon on a perfectly sunny day, Tobirama coughs up several flowers and a handful of blood.

Madara’s first reaction is to send a clone for Hashirama, of course. He helps Tobirama recline on the mountain of pillows piled up on the couch, knowing that it feels best when he uncurls his chest to make room around the roots growing inside of him. Each breath wheezes in his throat and when he tries to speak his words break on another coughing fit that brings up nearly half a bouquet.

When Hashirama arrives the handkerchief that Madara has pressed to his lips is soaked in blood.

“Do something you idiot,” the Uchiha snaps. Hashirama kneels with shining eyes and drops his head on to Tobirama’s shoulder, the very picture of helplessness.

“There’s nothing to do,” he whispers, flinching when Madara snarls.

“Bullshit! You’re a healer!”

“I’m not the one who can heal him.”

“Then who is!?”

“I don’t know!” A broken sob escapes Hashirama as he feels the body underneath his embrace shudder and writhe, struggling to breathe. “You’ve heard the legends, haven’t you? Hanahaki disease can only be cured if the person he is in love with returns his feelings.”

Brought up short, Madara frowns and turns away to pace a circuit around the living room. From his spot on the couch, Tobirama follows the man with his eyes, committing the sight of him to memory one last time. It isn’t a memory he will get to keep but it is precious just the same.

When he comes storming back over to crack a fist against Hashirama’s shoulder, Madara’s face is set in to a rictus of determination he usually saves for battle.

“How can you not know who it is?”

Rather than answer, Hashirama sighs. It isn’t for asking that he doesn’t know; he has asked a dozen times, a hundred times, but Tobirama has always believed he would prefer to go to his grave with pride. In this moment now he wonders at his own folly. What harm could it do grant them at least the peace of knowing there was nothing they could do? It wasn’t as though it would matter very much to him by tomorrow. The dead feel no embarrassment.

His mouth, when he opens it, is so full of petals that no sound comes through and they do not fall out as they always have. At long last the roots have grown too long and too wide and the short unsatisfactory breaths that he is stealing through his nose will be his last. Weakly, he looks down the garden in his lap. There are so many buds of so many colors and Madara’s attention is drawn to him as he lifts one hand to pick through them.

The tulip that he holds out is a perfect ruby red but at least it’s not a rose – still much too cliché. He knows Madara can read his intentions as he slowly lifts it and offers it to the older man, the head of the flower drooping in his lax grip. Before it can fall from between his fingers Madara catches it, cradles it gently, and stares back at him in wonder.

A tulip, in the language of flowers as he has been taught, is used as a declaration of love.

Madara looks between him and the red bloom with unfathomable eyes and for a moment Tobirama thinks that at least he will have the amusement of that confused face as the last sight he sees. His chest spasms as even his nose fails to draw breath, his vitals racing in protest. The human body can survive for two minutes without oxygen before suffocating; he regrets having spent so much time researching the effects of it.

While Hashirama’s fists tighten in the material of his shirt, Tobirama is seconds away from giving himself over to fate when Madara furrows his brow in determination once more and, against every expectation, leans down to plant a kiss right across on his lips.

Despite his genius and his over-large vocabulary, Tobirama does not have words to describe the sensation when he opens his mouth, dripping petals like a tree in spring, and takes his first proper breath in more than a year. Inside his chest he can feel his lungs expanding as though they had never been filled to bursting with roots and stems. His heart races, thunders, skips for joy as his mind struggles to keep up with both the information and the stimulation that it is receiving.

He can breathe.

Madara kissed him and now he can breathe.

Kneeling on the floor still, Hashirama sobs like a newborn child, blubbering his way through prayers of thanks to every god he could think of. Tobirama pays him no mind since it isn’t truly all that different from his usual behavior. Instead he keeps his eyes on Madara while he gulps in giant breaths, nearly high from taking in more oxygen than he is used to now.

“So…” Madara ventures. “How come that worked but me having feelings for you for months now didn’t?”

“For how long?” he gasps in return. Tobirama feels his eyebrows attempting to merge themselves with his hairline, shocked to his very core. Madara gives him an unimpressed look that, after so much time spent in each other’s presence, he understands means that the other is hiding his embarrassment.

“Don’t make a big deal out of it,” Madara growls.

Tobirama pauses for a moment before without warning he bursts in to laughter. He can’t say anything at all, can he? Considering the fact that he almost allowed himself to go quietly in to the next life rather than say something to the man he loved, he is the last person who should lecture another on their reticence. It feels like the first time he has laughed in an entire lifetime and he doesn’t bother to hold back even as both Hashirama and Madara look at him with wonder showing openly on their faces.

“You didn’t answer my question,” he hears Madara say. Before he can answer, Hashirama does so for him, wiping at his eyes with the corner of one sleeve.

“Hanahaki disease is born of the victim’s feelings. Just returning his affection wasn’t enough; Tobi couldn’t be cured until he knew about the way you felt.” In the next moment he is on his feet with both arms wrapped around a loudly protesting best friend. “But you did it, you saved him! Thank you! I owe you everything I have!”

“Get off me you overgrown fool!”

Without the two of them hovering over him, Tobirama slowly sits up and closes his eyes, filling his lungs and enjoying the sensation of having no obstructions in his throat. It feels amazing.

He stands up and with gentle hands he pushes the other two men apart. Then he pulls Madara to him by the collar of his shirt and drags him down in to another kiss, this time full of all the fire and feelings he very nearly died for. Caught up in each other, neither of them pay any attention to the way Hashirama can’t decide whether he wants to watch with a dreamy expression or close his eyes and tell them to get a room.

“You saved my life,” he murmurs after they finally part. “How disappointingly cliché. A terrible ending to a story.” Madara snorts and rolls his eyes.

“Only you would think of a story which ends with everyone alive as terrible.”

“Even worse: I think I owe you one. That absolutely won’t do.”

“I can think of several things you can do to make it up to me.”

Pulling up one corner of his mouth, Tobirama smirks. “I hope I hate all of them just as much as I hate you.”

They both know he means not at all.

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