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sleepysnk · 3 years ago

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a/n: after much brainstorming, i finally have fed your desires for a obito x figure skater reader fic. thank you all for your inspo!! 🤍 i hope you guys enjoy :)

pairings: obito uchiha x figure skater!reader

warnings: canonverse, post war arc, survivors guilt, some angst, mentions of injury, fluff, wholesome content.

The Woman on Ice ft. Obito Uchiha

Obito Uchiha resided in the outskirts of Konoha. For several years, the man chose to keep his presence out of the village he once lived in.

Now, to many of the villagers, this decision was smart and it made everyone comfortable.

Not a single soul inside of the Hidden Leaf could even look Obito in the eyes. Many had hatred and discomfort for the man who caused chaos and destruction to occur over the village. He was also responsible for the deaths of many great shinobi, including the Fourth Hokage.

When the Fourth Great Ninja War ended, there was a lot of distress as to what the village should do with someone like Obito. The people expressed that they weren’t exactly the most comfortable with somebody like him wandering the streets freely. He was a criminal, he could repeat those offenses and possibly cause even more damage than before. The man was considered to be a “threat” to everyone around him, and that he couldn’t be trusted.

Kakashi, being the hokage, decided that he didn’t want his childhood friend to meet his demise. Despite the uproar from the townspeople, he stuck with that decision to have Obito live a quiet life in the forest near the village. Nobody was allowed to be around that area unless authorized by Kakashi himself, and only he knew that location.

Kakashi was well aware that certain shinobi or villagers could hunt down Obito to kill him, so he put in a few precautions. There were several Anbu Black Ops stationed around the forest to prevent anyone from slipping in. It also gave Kakashi eyes on Obito, so, if something suspicious was taking place, he could take care of it.

Obito was extremely relieved when he found out he was going to live, but the idea of being closed off from others made his once warm heart feel cold. The only person he could make contact with was Kakashi, and that was it. It was just him and his isolated cabin in the forest.

At first, adjusting to this new life was hard. Obito had always been a social person. He loved people, and he was an extroverted person prior to all of the events in his life. He knew those days of interaction were now gone, and he was forced to stay locked up inside of a cabin for the rest of his days.

Occasionally, Kakashi would come by to chat with him, but those days were rare. Kakashi was hokage, and he didn’t have all the time in the world to come and talk to his war criminal childhood friend. Obito was lucky that anybody wanted to speak to him.

Being alone for as long as he has, Obito had a lot of time to think about what he’s done. The guilt from his actions constantly plagued him. It kept him awake at night, and he struggled to get a good nights rest. There were days where he questioned why a man like him was left alive. He felt as if he deserved death. He was responsible for many, so why should he get to live?

The thing that haunted him the most was the faces of the villagers who saw him for the first time after the war. The pure disgust and hatred their faces displayed was like a punch in the gut. He could hear the whispers, the mothers hiding their children, he truly felt like a monster.

There was also backlash from the other shinobi living in the village. They practically scolded Kakashi for his decision to keep him alive. Most of them disagreed, and they tried convincing Kakashi to think about the choice a little more thoroughly. In the end, Kakashi dismissed them and said his decision was final.

Obito knew those men were right. How could he keep someone like him alive? He should have died during that war. He didn’t deserve to live a quiet life while there are others suffering from the death of their loved ones; deaths that he caused.

As the months passed, Obito hardly left his cabin unless absolutely necessary. He didn’t like speaking with other people. In fact, he found it difficult to even interact with others. It took so much energy from him, and he pretty much lost any social skills he used to have. The only person he was comfortable speaking with was Kakashi, and that was it.

Sometimes the Anbu could come to speak with him. They usually questioned what he was up to, or if he was in need of anything. Obito hated those conversations, and he often became very grouchy whenever they stayed for too long. All he wanted was to wallow in his guilt, alone.

The days eventually grew shorter. The once long sunny days were now cloudy and cold. The sun hardly coming out, leaving a dreary feeling in the forest. It also opened the doors for sorrowful thoughts. Obito disliked winter, it made him irritable and he could hardly handle his emotions. He felt worse than he already did.

Those winter days felt like they lasted forever, but it was only the beginning.

The sun basking through the curtains made Obito look up from the spot he was sitting in. It was the first time he had seen the sun in weeks, and he was a bit surprised. The winter had been cold and long, so seeing the sun felt like a small bit of relief.

He hated how cold his cabin could get sometimes. Though the dark oak wood was thick, the cracks often let the chilly winter breeze slip inside. The only thing that would warm his cabin was the small fire place near the window. It was annoying though, because he had to leave to go and grab firewood.

The other annoying part of that was dealing with the damn Anbu Black Ops. Whenever Obito left his cabin, they’d always trail behind him like he was some kind of jailed inmate. Though, Obito could understand the men and their concerns.

With the sun being out, Obito figured he’d go and take a nice stroll through the forest. Although he hated having to leave the confines of his cabin, he liked being in nature. The calmness of the breeze and the smell of fresh air really put his bad thoughts at ease. He started doing it after he had a really bad episode, and since then it’s really helped him.

Standing up, Obito stretched out his muscles, causing a few of his joints to crack from sitting in his bed for a while. He figured he’d go on a small walk, because he didn’t want to attract attention from the Anbu. Any suspicious activity could cause everything to change for Obito, and he’d rather remain under the radar than in the sights of everyone.

He grabbed his jet-black coat off of the hanger which hung against his wall. The Uchiha crest was stitched into the material. He briefly remembered when Kakashi brought it for him a couple weeks before it got bitter cold outside.

The warmth of the jacket enveloped his body once he zipped it up. Obito turned to head towards his front door. He could feel the cool air from behind it as he placed his hand on the metal door knob. He silently hoped there wasn’t any ice. There was an occasion where he almost slid and he came close to hitting the ground, but he was lucky enough to stop it before he actually did some major damage.

Opening the front door, his eyes squinted from the bright rays of the sun. It was a beautiful day. The bright blue sky was cloudless, and he could hear the sound of birds tweeting in the distance. It had been a while since there was a day this perfect. He thought to himself that he could maybe spend a little longer outside than usual.

He shut the door behind him, stepping onto the dirt path that led into multiple directions. Obito had been in almost every direction possible. He wondered where to go that day.

As he walked down the path, he turned to the right and began to head east. The light breeze caused the cool air to nip at his cheeks and nose. It wasn’t too chilly, but it was enough for him to place his hands into his pockets to prevent them from getting too cold. The sun also helped him in staying warm, considering the black fabric of his jacket absorbed the sunlight.

His walk was quite pleasant. There wasn’t any distracting noise, the weather was nice, it was just Obito and his thoughts. He enjoyed the peace he had sometimes.

Obito stepped down a path that led to a lake that was near his cabin. He often came to it during the summer for a swim, or to watch the calm waters. Believe it or not, but he liked to come there during the night to think about the things going on in his life. He always loved the way the moonlight would sparkle on the water.

He stepped on a few pieces of now broken ice shards that laid on the ground beneath his feet. He knew he was getting close, because there was an increase in the amount of ice on the ground. The air also grew colder and crisp. It was always colder near the lake, and that’s one of the reasons why he liked coming to it during the summer. If it was too hot, then he’d stay by the lake until it cooled down outside.

His ears suddenly perked when he heard a sound coming from the right side. He knew once he turned the corner, the lake would be right there. The sound he heard sounded like scratching. Almost like someone was taking a blade and scratching at the surface of something. He hadn’t heard a sound like that before, and it made him feel defensive. Was somebody following him?

At first, Obito wondered if it was one of the Anbu trailing him. They usually followed him whenever he left the cabin, but he wasn’t sure. Why would someone from the Anbu be making such noises? Obito learned from a young age that the Anbu were skilled ninja that are extremely hard to see with the naked eye. They’re stealthy and sneaky, so why make their position known?

The other thought that crossed his mind was what if somebody had snuck into the forest to find him? Obito knew many people wanted him dead. There were even a few villagers caught one night trying to sneak into his cabin. What if that’s what’s happening?

The sound suddenly stopped for a couple of seconds. Obito furrowed his eyebrows, looking around the area before him to see if someone was hiding in the trees. Instinctively, his sharingan activated, the crimson color taking over his once dark eyeball.

There was definitely a presence nearby, and it was coming directly from the lake.

Obito walked in the direction of the lake. He kept himself hidden just in case the person was trying to get to him. He was skilled, probably more skilled than most shinobi, so he knew what he was doing.

One thing that Obito was always told was to never engage with people who are trying to pursue him. Kakashi warned him of that multiple times, and, for a while, Obito followed suit in that. The Anbu usually took care of any unwanted guests, but Obito was by himself. He didn’t sense any of the Anbu, so he had to take care of this if he had to. He didn’t care about the consequences.

Obito ran behind a tree. It stood directly in front of the now frozen body of water. The sunlight beamed over the ice covered lake, causing it to be brighter than it actually was. It was hard to see, but with his sharingan, Obito could see what was going on.

That same scratching noise started playing again.

Obito knew it was a person. It couldn’t have been an animal making those kinds of noises. He could practically sense the persons movements. He just wasn’t sure on how to approach the situation. Another thing he was wondering was why wasn’t this person detected? The Anbu can sense anybody coming in, so why wasn’t the person taken out yet? Nobody was allowed in or out except Kakashi.

He decided to shift around so he was now crouching behind a shrub. The leaves hid him so he wouldn’t be seen by whoever was out on the lake. Obito knew how to keep himself hidden, so he was prepared to disappear if he had to.

Obito squinted through the openings between the leaves. He could see somebody on the ice. He was right, it was a person, but they were doing something weird on the frozen lake.

The scratching noise he was hearing was from someone gliding against the ice. Obito noticed the person was wearing these odd looking shoes on their feet. They covered the base of their feet, but on the sole there was some kind of sharp object carving against the ice. They also moved incredibly fast, and it was hard for Obito to keep his eyes on them.

Was it some kind of ritual? Were they signaling for someone? He didn’t know what to do.

Obito’s eyes grew slightly wide when he finally saw the persons face. They were clearly a female. They were wearing a tight body suit which was the color of jade. She also wore no bottoms, so her legs were exposed to the outside. Obito wondered how someone like you was not freezing.

He practically jumped when he saw you jump into the air and land perfectly fine on the ice. You were so confident with your movements. He couldn’t detect a single flaw with the way you moved. You were also on ice. Obito could barely keep himself up whenever he used to try and walk on it, but you did it with such ease.

You also didn’t have a chakra signature, which meant you weren’t a shinobi. Obito wondered how the hell you did that without falling.

Meanwhile, you were skating against the ice before you.

You were beyond ecstatic to have been able to find a quiet place to practice your moves. You had spent a long time training yourself to make it to this competition, and you were so excited to finally live it. Living your dreams as a pro figure skater was all you wanted.

So, you decided to practice as much as you could. You snuck away from your teammates and went to find a lake to practice on. You ended up stumbling upon this one after searching for a while. It was perfect, it had the space, the ice was thick enough, and it was a great place for you to focus.

The reason why you were this far from home was because you had a figure skating competition in the Hidden Leaf Village. You had heard many stories about the figure skaters there, and you were ready to show them what you were all about. It also gave you the chance to possibly gain a spot on the team if you tried hard enough, so you wanted to do your absolute best.

Pausing in your movements, you took a second to recover from the huge amount of moving you just did. It was only the middle of the day, so you had to get enough training as possible in before the competition which was in two days.

You took a deep breath before moving your feet against the ice again. This time you wanted to work on your twirls. You did them fairly well, but you figured you’d put in the work for that aspect too. Everything needed to be perfect for the competition.

As you moved, you stuck out your right leg to get yourself ready to spin. The ice covered your blade, and some of it touched your calves. It was cold, but you didn’t care. You had been used to the chilly weather since you were a child.

You were about to get into position to spin, but your movements came to a halt when you heard the sound of a branch snap.

Panicking, you tried to stop your legs, but, unfortunately, you ended up losing your balance and hitting the ice. You also felt the sudden ache of your ankle taking over you, which caused you to hiss in pain. You faced worse injuries, but this really hurt. Your bottom also felt sore from hitting the ice really hard.

You tried to lift yourself, but your ankle was attacked with pain. You couldn’t get yourself up at all, and panic began to set in.

You were out here by yourself, and there probably wasn’t a single person out there for miles.

Behind the bush, Obito had watched you hit the ground. He felt like genuine shit because he was the reason why you fell. He had accidentally moved, and he stepped on a tree branch near his foot. The fall you took looked like it hurt, and you weren’t getting up either. He wasn’t sure what to do.

He could help you, but he wasn’t sure what might happen with the Anbu. He also risked looking like a creep, and he didn’t want to make it seem like he was watching you for some weird perv reasons.

You weren’t exactly his problem. He could easily walk away and leave you there, but something was holding him back from leaving. You were clearly injured, what if someone from the Anbu arrived and thought he hurt you? He already had a bad enough reputation, leaving you there would cause more harm than good. He also would want someone to do the same for him.

Obito let out air through his mouth before standing up, revealing himself. You weren’t that far on the ice. He could easily get to you, and bring you to safety.

You pressed your cold fingertips against your now sore ankle. The muscles were swelling, and you were clearly hurt. This was devastating for you. Your competition was in two days, and being hurt would automatically disqualify you from the show. Fuck, you were so pissed at yourself right now. You shouldn’t have gone out by yourself.

Your head snapped towards the sound of the ice cracking near the edge of the lake. Your eyes landed on someone, more specifically, a man standing before you. He looked like he was approaching you, and he seemed hesitant.

You wondered if he was watching you this entire time. Was he some kind of bandit or something? You didn’t know these woods very well, and you thought it was empty. You were practically helpless sitting there on the ice like that. You also didn’t have much to defend yourself with, unless you beat him to death with your ice skates.

“Who are you? What are you doing here?” you swallowed thickly after you spoke. The man before you paused in his movements once your voice reached his ears. You were really hoping you wouldn’t die today.

Obito wasn’t sure how to make himself not seem like a threat. He didn’t want to hurt you. If anything, he wanted to help you out of this situation.

“I’m not going to hurt you! I promise..” he called back, “I have some medical supplies back in my cabin if you’d like to come with me!”

Your eyes narrowed at him. You didn’t know what to do. For one, he could be a genuine man who wants to help you. Maybe he was concerned and he didn’t want to harm you. You had met a few people like that before, and you often reminded yourself to never think pessimistically about people who are offering to help you.

But, there was the possibility that this man was planning to kill you. You were a woman alone by herself in the forest. It didn’t seem like there was anyone around for miles, so he could easily discard your body and that’d be lights out for you. Either of the choices you had were difficult, and you had to make a decision fast.

You shifted around on the ice, causing you to hiss in pain again. “How do I know you’re not going to kill me?!” you chewed on the inside of your cheek from the anxiety you were having.

Obito couldn’t exactly tell you that he could kill you if he really wanted to. He was extremely skilled as a shinobi. If he really wanted to do something bad, he would have made the ice crack and let you drown or freeze in the chilly water. He didn’t have a bad bone in his body for someone he didn’t know.

He sighed, the breath from his mouth fading into smoke. “You’re a complete stranger, I should be asking you why you’re in the woods that I live in. I could have easily killed you for trespassing, but I didn’t. That’s not the kind of person I am,” he looked at you with sincerity coming from his voice. Deep down, he hoped that you’d believe that. It wasn’t like he had much time, because the Anbu could come looking at any moment.

You started to shiver on the freezing ice. The wind was also starting to pick up, and you knew you couldn’t get out of this situation. You were also shocked to find out that he lived in these woods. They were so secluded and empty. It made you wonder why someone would live so far from civilization.

Feeling as if you had no choice, you turned your body to face him. “Okay! Just.. come! My ankle hurts really bad!” you motioned for him to come closer.

Obito was relieved to hear that you were okay with him helping you, but he was also pretty nervous. He felt as if you were a piece of glass. He had to be careful with you, because breaking you would be really bad. He also forgot how to act whenever women came around, so there was that factor.

He pushed away all of those thoughts, and began to make his way towards you. The ice was kind of slippery. It made him question once again how you were able to glide yourself without an issue.

Luckily for him, he had his chakra to help him maintain balance.

Once in front of you, he reached out for your hand. You seemed slightly hesitant, but you reached for him anyway. The warmth of your hand made Obito’s face turn slightly pink. Despite being out in the cold, you felt like a warm blanket. He found that to be quite fascinating.

“Ouch..” you whimpered as he pulled you to your feet. You hopped on your ankle to avoid feeling any pain. You were really hoping it was just a sprain and not a break.

Obito placed his hand on your waist, holding you up so you didn’t fall. He was surprised at how smooth your body suit was. It hugged your body nicely, and it showed off every single one of your curves. He hadn’t seen anything like it before.

“Let me carry you.. the pain will be worse if you walk,” he said, “May I?”

You looked up at him, nodding your head. “Yes, thank you,” you then averted your eyes down at the ice. You felt really embarrassed if you were being honest. This was the first time in a long time that a man was touching you like he was.

A small yelp erupted from your throat as he lifted you off the ground. He held you bridal style, and began to walk towards the edge of the lake. You were surprised at how strong he was. You didn’t expect it at all, but you weren’t complaining. Some people would have just made you walk.

As he walked off the ice, he started to make his way to this dirt path. You vaguely recalled seeing one of those same paths on your way to the lake. You didn’t know there were that many around this area.

“So, um..” he broke the silence between you both, “What’s your name?”

You shifted around in his arms, looking at the leaves below you. “(Y/N).. what about you?” you looked up for a brief moment, taking in the sight of his features.

“It’s Obito,” he replied, “We’re close to my cabin, so we won’t go very far,”

You nodded your head, choosing to not say anything else. You were honestly feeling really awkward at the moment. Sure, you knew his name, but it wasn’t like you knew anything about him. He was a complete stranger. You knew absolutely nothing about this man.

God, you were really hoping you weren’t going to die when you got to his cabin.

Your eyes went to his face. You didn’t really take in his features at first, but you studied them. He looked a little older than you did. He had these scars that lined the left side of his cheeks, and jet-black spiked hair. He also wore a jacket which had a crest on the front of it. It looked like the Uchiha symbol. You had heard so much about their clan from your parents, and you never thought you’d meet one.

But, why was an Uchiha living out in the woods all on his own? Did he hate his life or something?

You didn’t even notice that the two of you were outside his cabin until you heard the sound of a door opening. Your eyes went to look at the dark wood. It looked a little small, but it was enough for one person. He also kept the place nice and clean.

Goosebumps flared on your skin from the warmth wrapping around your body. You were, in fact, only wearing a bodysuit in the middle of winter.

Obito placed you down softly on the chocolate brown couch near the window. You were relieved once you were finally on your bottom. At least you didn’t have to stand, because your ankle was killing you at this point.

“I’ll go grab some first aid,” he stood up, disappearing down a small corridor.

You took a second to take in your surroundings. Nothing seemed suspicious about the place, and it seemed like it was just him. There was a small table with two chairs near the corner of the room, and beside it was a small kitchen. The only light source was from a few candles which sat on the counters. It was cozy, but it also felt lonely.

Leaning against the armrest of the couch, you looked outside the window. Daylight was slipping from your fingers, and fast. You didn’t know how you’d get back to your teammates. The walk from this place to the hotel was pretty far away, and you couldn’t make that journey on your own.

You tensed when you saw Obito appear in the room again. He held a white box in his hand. It looked like he was in a rush too.

He came beside you, sitting down on the edge of the couch so he could assess your aching ankle.

He cleared his throat, looking over at you. “Do you want to take off your shoes..?” he asked, “I need to make sure your whole foot isn’t messed up,”

You stared at him for a brief couple of seconds before nodding your head. “Yeah! Sure..” you reached downward to untie the laces of your skates. You then pulled them off of your feet, exposing your entire foot to him.

Luckily, it didn’t seem like your feet were bad. The only bad part was that your left ankle was slightly swollen, and there was a purple pattern forming on it. It was bruised, but it didn’t seem like it was broken.

Obito placed his cool fingers against your ankle, which caused you to flinch. He halted in his movements in case you were uncomfortable or in pain.

“S-Sorry.. I was just checking if the bone was broken,” he placed the white box on his lap, opening to find an ice pack as well as some pain medication. Kakashi gave it to him in case he ever needed it.

You smiled softly, “No, it’s okay, I appreciate you helping me,”

He looked up at you as he pulled out the ice pack. “It’s not a problem..” he said, “But I have a question,”

You shifted on the couch to get into a more comfortable position. “Go ahead,” you looked at him with a genuine expression.

Obito was surprised at how pretty you were. Your smile kind of cute, but he couldn’t think of things like that. You were just some random girl who he stumbled upon. You didn’t even know who he was, and he really wasn’t going to get into a “get to know you” chat.

He took out a tan colored wrap from his first aid kit. “What were you doing out on the ice like that? How were you moving on it like that?” he lifted your foot slightly so he could start wrapping the bandage around your aching muscles.

Your head cocked to the side at the question. He didn’t know what figure skating was? You were quite surprised to hear that, but not many people were aware of it. Sometimes you found that there were people out there that had no clue about the sport, so you weren’t that shocked.

“Well, I was actually doing something called figure skating. It’s a sport where people can move on the ice with special shoes,” you explained, “Those shoes I was wearing are called ice skates. It’s how I was able to skate on the ice without slipping,”

Obito looked down at your skates. He finally understood why there was a huge metal blade at the end of it. He thought you were wearing those to walk in snow or something, but he was really wrong about that.

He nodded his head, “That’s cool, I’ve never heard of anyone knowing how to skate on ice before. Do you do this often, or?”

You played with the skin of your nails as he finished wrapping your foot. “Yeah! I actually compete in competitions for medals and stuff like that. I’m here in the Hidden Leaf for one actually,” you said, “I hope to make the team here, because it’s been my dream since I was a child. Though, this injury might stop me,”

Obito slowly understood the concept of what figure skating was. He had never heard of it before. It looked really cool from what he had seen, but he was growing worried. What if you didn’t make it onto the team you wanted? You were injured, and that put things in jeopardy.

He needed to make sure you felt fine before your competition.

Obito took the small ice pack, placing it above the wrap on your ankle. You shivered from the cold material touching your skin. It did feel a bit soothing if you were being real.

“You should be fine, it seems like it was just a sprain, so I wouldn’t move for the rest of the evening,” he turned around to grab a bottle of pills, “These help a lot with pain.. I used to take them whenever I had really bad headaches,”

You took the pill bottle from his hand. The tablets moved around, clanking against the plastic container. It sounded like there was a decent amount inside of the bottle, so you were glad you had some pain relief.

Looking up at him, you smiled brightly for his actions. “Thank you, but, I have my competition in a couple of days. What if they come looking? Or.. what if I’m not better before the competition?” a worried tone was heavy in your voice. There was so much that could happen, and you didn’t know what might happen.

Obito placed his hand on your shoulder, giving you a reassuring squeeze. “Don’t worry, I think you’ll be okay in time for your competition. Rest as much as possible,” he smiled at you.

His words were enough to calm your nerves. You wondered how someone like him was all ok his own. He seemed like such a kind, genuine soul. How could somebody like him be hidden in these woods all alone? You wished there were more people in this world like him.

You played with the bottle of pills in your hands. “Hey, Obito.. I have a question,” you turned your head to look at him. He seemed to fixing you some tea, because you saw him taking out some tea packets from the cabinet.

He looked back at you for a couple of seconds. “Yeah? What’s up?” he turned to focus his attention back on the tea he was making you.

“Why do you.. live here all on your own?” you raised your eyebrows in curiosity.

You saw the male pause in his movements. He was dead silent now. You could practically hear a pin drop from how quiet it was inside of the cabin. Part of you was slowly regretting asking the question. What if it was too triggering? What if you were intruding on his business? God, curse your stupid brain for being too curious.

Fearing you upset him, you cleared your throat. “I’m sorry.. if that was too much to ask..” you looked down, feeling shameful from his reaction.

“No, don’t worry about it, (Y/N), it’s not too much,” he replied, “I just.. want a quiet life, you know? Away from all of the people, that’s all,”

You nodded your head, choosing to not say anything else. You still felt kind of foolish to ask such a thing, but you were just curious.

Obito then came towards you with a turquoise tea cup in his hand. He held it out for you, which you gladly took. The smell of the tea made your mouth water. It had been a while since you had something to drink. You had been practicing all day, so you didn’t have many opportunities to get a drink.

You sipped the warm tea. It relaxed your tense body, and you started to feel soothed. It was quite a delicious tea too. You’d have to ask Obito about it before you departed.

“Feel free to rest here for tonight. I don’t mind if you stay,” he walked towards the kitchen to grab his own tea cup.

Realistically, you had no choice but to stay there for the rest of the evening. Your ankle was too sore for you to even think about walking on it. Plus, the walk back to your hotel was very long. It wasn’t like this guy was going to escort you back. You could barely get yourself off of the couch without flinching, and there was that chance of you possibly making your ankle worse.

You placed your tea cup on the coffee table beside the couch. You then opened the bottle of pills to take some. You hoped that the pills would make you feel at least somewhat better.

Placing two of the tablets on your tongue, you reached for your tea to swallow the pills. There was a slight bitter taste in your mouth once they went down. They must have started dissolving on your tongue as you swallowed the tea. It was kind of gross.

“I’ll be in my room if you need anything. Just shout, okay?” Obito nodded his head towards the small corridor.

“Wait, before you go..” your voice made him pause in his movements.

Obito nodded his head to the side. “What’s up? Is everything okay?” he furrowed his eyebrows with curiosity on his features.

You looked at him with this sweet expression. It was enough to make Obito feel butterflies in his belly. “Thank you.. for everything, I know you didn’t have to help me, but I appreciate you more than words can describe,” you played with your nails as you spoke, feeling slightly bashful.

Obito’s face turned a light shade of pink from your words. Your voice was smooth like honey, and he thought you were the prettiest person he’s ever seen. You were so pure, he couldn’t believe people like you still existed.

“Of course, you don’t have to thank me,” he replied, “Let me get you a change of clothes before you rest. I wouldn’t want you catching a cold,”

You smiled at the gesture. “Thank you, Obito, really..” you looked down at the floor, then at him.

He disappeared down the hallway again, leaving you by yourself. There was something about Obito that made you feel nervous. He was flattering, and really handsome if you were being honest with yourself. He seemed so selfless, and it was such an admirable trait of his.

You wished you could spend a little longer with him.

Your eyes slowly fluttered open as the sound of birds chirping filled your ears. There was also a soft yellow glow that filled the room, which made you stir around in your sleep.

It took you a few moments, but you finally adjusted to the area around you. The room was slightly unfamiliar, but the memories from the previous day began to flood into your brain. You were still staying with Obito, but you weren’t sure what time it was.

Shifting around on the couch, your head turned to look outside the window. It looked like the sun had barely just rose out of the sky. You knew it was probably going to be a really beautiful day, and that excited you. You yearned for those lovely winter mornings where the air was crisp, and the sun was high in the sky.

Turning your ankle, you realized there was little to no pain in your muscles. The pain meds Obito gave you must have really done the trick, which made you even more happier. You were going to be fine for the competition, and your dream of making the Hidden Leaf Figure Skating Team was still alive.

You were also wearing Obito’s clothes. Before you fell asleep, he gave you one of his sweaters and a pair of his shorts. They were kind of big on you, but it felt extremely cozy. You also had a nice thick blanket covering you too, so you slept really nice.

Sitting up, you pulled the blanket off of your body, placing your feet on the cool wooden floor. It was completely still and quiet inside of the cabin. Obito must have been still sleeping, so you figured you wouldn’t wake him up. He deserved the sleep, especially after what he did for you yesterday. You didn’t know what you’d do to thank him, but you really appreciated him.

You lifted yourself off of the couch, and started walking towards the kitchen. This was also a small test to see if you could actually walk on your ankle. It seemed like it was perfectly fine, which was a complete relief.

Your eyes landed on the tea box which sat on the counter. You figured you’d make yourself a cup, as well as Obito.

Meanwhile, Obito was laying in his bed. He had barely just woken up from his slumber. It had to be pretty early in the day, because the sun was still peaking through the curtains; its golden rays basking against the wall. He still felt pretty lazy, but he knew he had to wake up eventually.

He also realized that you were still there. He almost completely forgot that you had spent the night with him, so he figured he’d go and check up on you. Obito was aware that you needed to leave today, so he wanted to get you ready as soon as possible.

He dreaded it, but you had your own life and he had his.

Obito sat up in his bed, stretching out his joints and his muscles. He then placed his feet on the floor, shivering slightly from the cold floor making contact with his warm skin.

Standing up, he headed towards his bedroom door and opened it. The faint aroma of herbal tea filled his nose. He wondered if you were already awake, because he knew he didn’t leave any tea out from the previous night. If you were awake and walking, that must have meant your ankle was fine.

At least he hoped so.

Obito walked through the hallway towards the living room and kitchen. His eyes landed on where you were standing. You seemed to be mixing something in one of his tea cups. Had you gotten up and made some tea for yourself? If that was the case, that was a good sign. You were feeling better, which was all he wanted.

He yawned, which caused you to turn around and face him. “Good morning, Obito!” you smiled brightly at him, “I hope you don’t mind.. but I made you and I some tea.. I was feeling kind of thirsty this morning, and I felt like I wanted to repay you for last night,”

His heart practically leaped out of his chest. You were so kind to him. You didn’t need to do any of that, yet you did. God, Obito thought you were an angel sent from the heaven’s above.

He stepped over so he was now standing right beside you. “Thank you, (Y/N), you’re very sweet. I appreciate the gesture,” his cheeks turned pink as he spoke to you.

Your hand raised to touch his arm. “Of course! You deserve it! I couldn’t leave without thanking you,” you giggled.

Your touch sent tingles along Obito’s skin. It was something he hadn’t felt before. He wasn’t alarmed by it, no, but he was surprised at how good it felt. You were making him feel something for once. He wished more people like you existed around Konoha. Your beauty, your smile, your laugh, it was all perfect to Obito.

He stared at you for a few moments, taking in your features. It pained him knowing that you had to leave him. You probably wouldn’t ever see each other again, and you would continue your lives without remembering this moment.

He dreaded that, but it was a reality he had to face.

Snapping out of his thoughts, he reached over to grab his tea cup. “Speaking of leaving..” he started, “We should get you ready before your teammates get suspicious. You have to practice for that competition,”

You slowly remembered that your competition was tomorrow, and you knew you had to get a ton of practice in. That, and your coach would probably rip you a new one for wandering off without informing him.

“Right! I’ll gather my stuff and I’ll be out of your hair soon,” you walked out of the kitchen towards the couch where your items were. Your suit was folded up, and your skates were right beside the coffee table.

Obito watched you as you gathered all of your things. He couldn’t help but think about how great of a woman you were. You’d make someone really happy someday, and he was very confident about that.

You turned around, looking at him awkwardly. “Um, do you want your clothes back?” you nodded your head to the side.

He almost choked on his tea. He cleared his throat so he wouldn’t. “N-No! Don’t worry about it, I have plenty. It’s also very cold outside, so you need to stay warm,” his tone was reassuring.

You tossed all of your things into the small bag you brought with you. Being honest, you were kind of sad that you had to leave. Obito was a very sweet man, and having to depart from his presence was making you melancholic.

You swung your bag over your shoulders, scanning the room to make sure you didn’t leave anything behind. You also took a second to slip into the walking shoes you brought with you. Your feet were kind of sore, and you didn’t want to trip over yourself with your skates.

“Before you go..” you turned around to see Obito standing behind you. He had a bottle in his hand, which showed the pills he previously gave to you. “Make sure you take some of these with you just in case,”

You took the bottle from him, smiling at the act of kindness. “Thank you, Obito, you’re such a good and amazing person. You deserve the best,” you played with the bottle, causing the pills to shake around against the plastic.

Quietness filled the room, this was the hard part. You both had to leave each other, but neither of you wanted that. You wished you could spend more time with him, but your competition was important. You couldn’t give that up for him. He probably didn’t see you like that anyway.

Obito watched you head towards the door. He could feel the dull ache forming in his chest from the scene unfolding in front of him.

“See you later, Obito,” you turned to wave at him before walking out of his cabin, the door shutting with a click.

His hand drooped to his side as you walked out of his home. You were gone, and that’s the last time he’d ever see you.

Being honest, Obito didn’t know why he was so upset about you leaving him. He barely knew you at all, and the two of you were strangers. All he did was patch up your wounds, so why did he feel sad about you? Deep down, he knew that you probably only saw him as a man who helped you. There was no spark, well, maybe you didn’t feel it as much as he did.

Maybe it was the fact that you actually saw Obito as a person. You didn’t give him those smug looks the people in the Hidden Leaf gave him. You said he was a good person. Nobody had ever said that to him, and it made him feel something for once. He wasn’t a robot anymore. You cracked that hollow shell inside of him, and let light shine through the dark space. He truly felt something being around you.

Sniffing, he turned around to clean up the tea cups. You were gone, and there was nothing he could do about it.

It was the official day of your competition, and you were extremely nervous.

The knot in your gut was tight. You knew this was your chance to show the Hidden Leaf judges that you were worth joining their figure skating team. If you messed this up, there was no more opportunities for you to try again. It’s what bothered you the most, but it was also your biggest motivation.

You were currently in the locker room getting ready. There was about ten minutes left before you hit the ice, and you were doing some extra preparations. You made sure your laces were on extra tight, and your outfit was straight and smooth. First impressions were always everything.

“You’re going up soon, (Y/N)! Be ready!” your coach called, leaning over to look at you.

You turned your head to look at him. “Got it!” you called back, standing up to get ready. You could feel your heart leaping inside of your chest. You felt like you were going to throw up if you were being honest.

Your mind started to wander to Obito, again.

For the past couple of hours, your mind couldn’t shake the thoughts about him. Your mind couldn’t erase the memories of the few hours you shared together. It was short, but it meant so much to you and you wanted to relive it all over again. The lecturing from your coach was worth it, because you got to spend your time away with someone you felt comfortable with.

You really missed him, but you didn’t want to say it out loud.

“(Y/N)! Come here!”

The sound of your coach’s voice booming made you jump out of your skin. You wobbled your way to the small room he was standing in. He had a small smile on his features, which made you confused.

“Yes? What’s going on?” you nodded your head to the side with curiosity written all over your features.

He turned around, pointing at the most beautiful bouquet of flowers sitting on the wooden table. “Looks like you have a little fan. These were dropped off for you,” he said.

Your eyes grew wide in shock. Who could have given you such a beautiful gift? The flowers were lovely, the crimson colored roses popped out and they smelled amazing. They looked like they were freshly picked too.

“Wow.. these are amazing,” your fingers brushed against the soft petals, which felt like silk beneath your fingertips.

Your coach pulled a piece of folded paper off of the bouquet. “There’s a small note, you should read it,” he tapped your shoulder before walking out of the room for you to have some privacy.

You picked up the piece of paper, lifting it up to see what was written. Your eyes began to scan over the letters, and you couldn’t help but feel your heart flutter from the sweet words.

(Y/N),

I picked these for you because you remind me of fresh roses. Your beauty is stunning, and you bring in so much love and happiness in every room you enter.

Good luck today, I hope you make it onto the team. You’re talented, so I know you’ll make it.

With love,

Obito.

#summer responds #naruto x reader #naruto fanfiction #naruto imagines #obito uchiha #obito uchiha x reader #obito x reader #anime #naruto #anime fanfic

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brrahbrrahcharacterimagines · 4 years ago

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Groceries (Might Guy x Reader)

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Might Guy x Reader

Word Count: 2723

Warnings: very minor angst, food mentions (TW for EDs)

A/N: Hope you enjoy! I've been so thirsty for Naruto characters recently it's not even funny

Also, this was originally two parts but I've combined them into one so let me know if the transition doesn't work!

Growing up in Konoha you always felt safe. You knew there were experienced shinobi there to protect you. As a little girl, you would see them walk down the streets and watch in awe as they passed by you.

Despite everything you had seen in terms of violence, you still felt safe in the Leaf Village. There had been some tense battles, but the leaf shinobi always prevailed.

It was a day more peaceful than most as you made your way down to the store. You only needed a few things, but with the nice weather you decided to take advantage of the day instead of waiting for the grocery list to get longer.

Smiling, you walked into the store to the tune of children laughing and birds chirping. It was like you were in a movie.

You made your way down the aisles, picking up the items you needed as you went. Milk, eggs, noodles, and more went into the small cart in your hands as you browsed. Lost in your own world, you didn't see the other cart as it came around the corner at the same time as your own.

The carts crashed into each other, you and the other person with them. It almost winded you, both from surprise and the force of falling into the cart.

"I am so sorry!" You explained, looking up to the man you found in front of you. Luckily, neither of your groceries seemed to have sustained much damage. You found yourself surprised to be met with the most gorgeous dark eyes you had ever seen.

"It's no problem!" Said the man, flashing you a confident smile with a thumbs up. "No damage done."

You felt a hot flush rise to your face, but thankfully the man didn't seem to notice.

"Thank you," you said in a fluster. You weren't sure what you were even thanking him for, not yelling at you? It was then that you took notice of his outfit, especially the band around his waist. "Are you a shinobi?"

The smile stayed ever-present on his face.

"Yes I am! A jonin of the Hidden Leaf Village!"

If you had just half the enthusiasm of this man, you think you would be running on empty in less than five minutes. Hearing he was a jonin, you were impressed.

"Well, thank you for all that you do," you offered, moving to continue your shopping.

Although your interaction was brief, you couldn't stop thinking about it as days passed. Something about his eyes, and his confidence, drew you into him. You tried to brush it off, seeing as it was such a simple interaction, but it was impossible. Even trying to tell yourself that he didn't remember you wouldn't work; there was still a part of your brain that would never quiet down.

You had never minded being a civilian in Konoha. Sure, when you were younger you had thought about being a konoichi, but those were just the thoughts of a child. You never pursued it. You were happy with your career, teaching young children in subjects other than jutsu.

Despite your happiness, you began to wish that you had gone to the academy. Then you would have been able to find the man who was plaguing your thoughts. Even after that, you might have been a real option for him. You knew shinobi tended to mostly be interested in other shinobi.

You didn't know why it upset you so much. You didn't even know the man's name, and yet you were sad that you might not be his type. Feeling a bit pathetic, you found yourself in need of another grocery run. Trying to ignore the thought that you might see him again, you made your way to the store.

Sadly, at least for that persistent, gremlin part of your brain, the trip was rather uneventful. At least, until you found yourself in front of the produce.

You were trying to eat healthier, but it was hard. It wasn't that you didn't like your body, you just wanted to feel better in your own skin. As you stood there pondering, a male voice scared you from your thoughts.

"Excuse me."

You turned, disappointed to see a man with silver spikes instead of the dark bowl cut you had hoped for. You mumbled a sorry, stepping out of his way.

"Careful Kakashi," boomed another voice, "I'd keep your distance from that woman's cart if I were you."

Now that is the voice you had been hoping for.

As you turned, the tall man immediately caught your eye. You blushed at his words, remembering your initial encounter. The other man, Kakashi, looked at you with confusion. He grabbed what he needed before walking away, leaving you and the other man alone.

"So what brings you back here?" He asked. Normally you would have thought of this as awkward conversation, but your heart leapt at the opportunity to talk to him again.

You sighed, "I'm trying to decide what I want. I wanted something healthy but I didn't want to just start grabbing vegetables."

"Then you're in luck," he grinned, "I'm somewhat of an expert. Try some blueberries, they're a superfood." He grabbed a package, placing them in his own cart. "They're on me today."

You tried to protest, but he wasn't having any of it. You made your way through checkout, paying the rest of your items before meeting back up with the man.

"Thank you," you told him, looking back up at his deep eyes. Pausing for a moment, you realized something. "I don't even know your name! How could I thank you for buying these before me without even learning your name?"

The man chuckled, extending his hand out to you.

"The name's Guy," he said loudly, shaking your hand. "Would it be crazy to ask for your name in return?"

You blushed as you grabbed his hand, his grip firm yet his hands soft.

"Y/n," you told him. He smiled.

"That's a beautiful name." His words did nothing to help calm the blush on your face. You were sure he knew exactly what he was doing to you based on the color of your cheeks alone. Suddenly Guy grew rather sheepish. "I know how this is going to sound, but would you want to come by my place sometime?"

Your eyes widened. After all this time wondering what this man was really like, he was just the type to invite you into bed with him immediately? Admittedly part of you was curious, but you weren't stupid.

"Excuse me?"

Now it was his turn to blush.

"Well I know how that sounds," Guy said quickly, trying to get his words out faster than he could think. "But I just meant to make you dinner. I could show you how to cook some vegetables so that they aren't all that bad."

Immediately you felt bad for assuming the worst, offering him a small smile.

"I would like that."

He smiled back at you. Guy gave you his address as the two of you decided on a time before parting ways. You couldn't help the giddy grin that covered your face as you walked home. Your date couldn't come fast enough.

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In the days leading up to your date with Guy, it was all you could think about. You told yourself that was fine, since you were obsessing over him already. At least now you had a reason to.

The day was finally here, and as the hours ticked away you found yourself growing more nervous. Deciding what to wear was a challenge in itself. Did you want to try to dress up nicer, or would that be too much? Yet at the same time you worried dressing too casual would give him the idea that you weren't as interested as you were.

You tried on just about everything you owned, settling for a dress that made you feel pretty. It was fancy enough to make you feel like you were trying, but still casual enough that you would be comfortable.

You looked at the clock, seeing that you still had ample time before you needed to leave. Sitting down, your mind wandered. What would tonight be like?

in your mind you ran through a myriad of scenarios. If you didn't like the food he cooked, you would have to just stomach it and hope for the best. Based on what he told you at the store though, it seemed like he would know what he was doing. Still, you worried that something would go wrong.

Above all, there was a bigger question ringing out in your mind. Would he try to kiss you? And, would you want him to?

The seconds turned to minutes as you pondered, the minutes turning into hours until it was time to go. You collected your things, making sure to grab any and all essentials before you left. You had already told your friends who you would be with, going as far as to give them the address should anything go wrong. Guy seemed like such a nice guy, but you could never be too careful.

Locking the door to your apartment behind you, you set off. It was early in the evening, and the sun was just beginning to set in the sky. You were thankful you wouldn't have to walk in the dark. You knew there were plenty of shinobi around, hell, you were even meeting one right now. But even then you felt uncomfortable walking home alone at night, surrounded by darkness.

It was a shorter walk than you anticipated, and before you knew it you were at his place. Taking a deep breath, you reached up to knock on his door. It seemed like a nice enough part of town, and his place itself was well-kept especially considering how much time you were sure he spent on training.

You heard Guy's loud steps make their way to the doorway, pausing on the other side before the door swung open. His usual confident smile was on his face, but instead of moving his mouth into words he just looked at you. You felt yourself growing red under his gaze.

"Hello Guy," you said softly, looking up at him.

Guy had been making the same amount of preparations as you, if not even more. He planned the meal out carefully, even practicing it the night before to make sure it went well. He had spent more time than usual perfecting his hair, making sure not a single strand would be out of place. He had even thought of exactly what he wanted to say when he opened the door.

Hello Y/n, he would say as he smiled at you. You look more beautiful every time I see you.

Sure, it was more forward than he had been with you before. This was a date after all, and he wanted to make how he felt about you clear from the start.

That plan went right out the window when he saw you, your sundress captivating him. It looked so cute on you, and at the same time there was something about it that sent a wave of tingles between his legs. To put it simply, he was speechless.

He knew he should say something but he couldn't, enraptured by the way you looked in his doorway.

"Hello Guy," you said to him. That sweet voice of yours would drive him crazy someday, and he knew that. He loved hearing his name fall from your lips, hoping it would be far from the last time. Everything about you made him fall for you more.

Despite his thoughts about your voice, your words were enough to stir him to action himself.

"Hey," he said.

Really Guy? He thought to himself. You're the Blue Beast, a strong shinobi. And yet all you can say to a woman is 'hey'?

You giggled at him, and he felt a smile creep onto his face.

"It's good to see you again," he continued. He decided to dial back the forwardness, realizing he had already kept you waiting outside for too long in his daze. "Come on in."

You followed Guy into his home, taking in the delicious aroma filling the rooms.

"I don't know what you're making," you stated, "but it smells amazing."

Guy beamed with pride, ushering you over to the kitchen.

"It's my favorite." He told you. "A spicy, vegetable curry."

Thankfully, you didn't mind spicy. In fact, you enjoyed it. Your mouth watered, taking in the sight and smell of the food in front of you.

"Actually, it should be just about done." Said Guy, stirring it all for a final time before putting it onto beautiful dishes to serve.

He had already set the table, candles and all. He pulled the chair out for you, pushing you back in as if you weighed nothing. He sat across from you, and the way he smiled at you made you weak in the knees. It's a good thing you had already sat down.

You wasted no time, digging in. And it was delicious.

"Oh my god Guy," you said in near disbelief at how good it was. You could see his expression perk up. "This is amazing!"

"I'm glad you like it," he chuckles, eating his own.

The rest of the meal went off without a hitch. You talked about your job and his, bonding over your love for your respective students.

"Maybe sometime I can come watch one of your training sessions," you mentioned. "I would love to see you teach them."

Guy smiled, "I would love that." The sincerity in his tone took you by surprise. While you knew he was never joking with you, there was always some sort of bravado to his speech that now was missing.

You helped him clean up despite his protests. You told him that if he cooked, you would at least clean up. It was only fair, after all. You scrubbed the dishes, oblivious to the way Guy was looking at you.

He never would have admitted it to anyone but himself, but he was falling in love with you. He had no problem picturing a life with you. Coming up to you at the end of the day, sharing a meal together. He wanted everything that life would bring him.

"Well," you said, finishing up, "I should probably get going."

"Let me walk you," insisted Guy. "A lady such as yourself should never walk alone at night."

He offered his arm to you, and you accepted it with a shy smile. You could feel his prominent muscles under the fabric of his outfit, and you could feel your face growing warmer. You were thankful for the darkness for obscuring your face from him, hoping he couldn't tell.

He could tell.

As the two of you made your way back towards your own apartment he would flex his muscles every so often, loving the way your face would flush. A couple of times he timed it right so that you were speaking, making you stutter.

The walk ended much earlier than either of you would have liked it to. Suddenly your heart started racing. You could answer your questions from earlier clearly.

Would he try to kiss you?

You sure hoped so.

Would you want him to?

Definitely.

You paused in your doorway, letting go of Guy's arm. You looked up at him, flashing him a genuine smile.

"I had fun tonight."

He reciprocated your own expression with a smile of his own, "me too."

You both paused for what seemed like the longest second in the world. It was as if he was building up the courage to actually go through with what he wanted to. He cleared his throat.

"Y/n, may I kiss you?"

You nodded your head and he lowered his lips to yours slowly. As you pressed your own lips to his you couldn't help the gasp that escaped them.

That's a sound I'll keep replaying... thought Guy.

He pulled away sooner than you would have liked, but he was a gentleman.

"I'll see you soon." Guy ended his sentence with a wink, sauntering off as you went to go inside.

"I can't wait."

#guy x reader #guy sensei x reader #might guy x reader #might gai x reader #gai x reader #maito guy x reader #maito gai x reader #naruto x reader #naruto #naruto shippuden

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sukirainbow · 2 years ago

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[+18 Fic] Third Wheeling

Fandom: NARUTO Rating: Explicit - 18+ Content Pairing: Nagato x Yahiko x Konan Characters: Nagato, Konan, Yahiko, Naruto, Kushina, Minato, Jiraiya, Sasuke, Mikoto, Itachi, Tsunade Content: Canon Divergence, Kushina brought the clan back together and now Nagato is her brother, Naruto also call the Ame trio big bro/sis dont ask me it’s a found family it doesn’t make sense, Trans Konan, baby nart, Fluff and Smut, a little pinch of sad nagato but it gets better, then they fuck, Polyamory Word count: 14954 - 13 chapters, complete work Summary: When Kushina heard from Jiraiya that he met another Uzumaki, she pressed him to bring him here for them to meet. Ever since, the Ame trio regularly visit Konoha to see the Uzumaki-Namikaze family. As Nagato takes care of his little brother, a little secret spilled by the young kid changes forever the relationship between the trio.

This is linked to the Uzumaki clan AU I drew on my art blog [1 2 3 4] I wanted to write Nagato realizing he's having envious feelings toward both his friends and trying to repress them by being the perfect third wheel.

Chapter one under the cut, read the rest on AO3

Chapter 1: They are finally dating

In October, the Ame trio came to visit Naruto's family, having promised to stay until Naruto's 6th birthday.

Nagato was staying with Naruto while his parents were on their busy schedule. Naruto was scribbling a drawing of a frog while his big brother was reading a book.

“When I'm done with it I'll give it to you!”

“Aw, that's very nice of you Naruto.”

“Heehee”

Nagato glanced up from the pages to see the little boy frantically coloring his frog with a very bright shade of green and smiled.

“If you want you can give this frog two friends so Yahiko and Konan can have one too.”

“Ohhh! Yes, a good idea!”

He abandoned his coloring to pick up a red crayon and added another round frog to the drawing, then another. After a bit he looked at his drawing proudly then looked at his big bro for approval. Nagato took the drawing to inspect it, smiled and ruffled the boy's hair to congratulate him.

“Thank you Naruto, it's very nice, I'm sure Yahiko and Konan will love it too.”

“Tell big sis Konan that I even added flowers on the frog for her just like the one she has!”

“She'll love it, Naruto. Good job.”

The little kid smiled and started another drawing then stopped and bit, thinking, then turned to Nagato.

“Big bro Nagato... Yahiko, Konan and you aren't related, right?”

“No we're not, it's just you and I who are of the same clan.”

“I knew it! Because I saw Yahiko and Konan kiss the other day!”

“Oh really?? They kissed? That's nice, it was about time.”

Yahiko and Konan had been mutually expressing interest in each other for a little while now. They've been timidly going out together and holding hands briefly and Nagato knew it was only a matter of time before they got closer.

Nagato's thoughts were interrupted as he heard the little boy's stomach gurgle. He smiled at him.

“Naruto, do you want to come with me? I'm going out to get some food.”

“Oh sure!!”

The little boy put his shoes on as quickly as he could and waited at the door while Nagato put his own on.

Nagato bought taiyakis for Naruto and himself and they wandered a bit around the market when suddenly Nagato froze. Naruto pulled on Nagato's black coat and asked him what was wrong.

“Oh, nothing lil bro. Look. There's Yahiko and Konan doing groceries over there.”

“OHH!! Let's join them!”

“NO- nononono. Look. They're holding hands!”

“Huh? And? I want to say hello to big sis Konan and big bro Yahiko!”

“Oh, I know sweetie, I'm sorry. But they're on a date right now, we shouldn't disturb them, let's have them enjoy their moment just the two of them.”

Nagato was looking at them smiling, as they both hid from the main street to be able to see them without being seen. But Naruto thought his big brother looked kind of sad in the way he smiled. Naruto pulled on his sleeve.

“Are you okay Nagato?”

“Hmm? Yeah don't worry. I was lost in my thoughts.”

He didn't know why, but watching his friends having fun like that without him kind of pinched his heart a little. He brushed the thought away from his mind and took Naruto's little hand to get him somewhere else.

Read it on AO3

#Naruto fic #naruto fanfiction #my fics #nagayahikonan #nagato #konan #yahiko

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butter--peanut · 3 years ago

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Hiya! I doubt this will ever be completed, but for a while there I was writing an Obito-has-amnesia-and-turns-into-a-cat!AU. :D Here's the first chapter.

(send me a 📕 and I’ll send you a snippet of or idea for wip!)

It was night and there was pain. Pain, and fear, and — and a place that felt wrong, familiar yet not, buildings that were too large and streets that he saw from the wrong angle, and a body that didn’t obey him, that felt like his head was too far forward, simultaneously more and less stable than he was used to.

He didn’t know how long he’d been here, wandering these streets in the night, ducking away from the occasional footsteps and people that were huge; how had they become so large?

At last he reached a building that looked more familiar than the rest. He looked up, and up higher, and eventually saw an apartment window that called to him, although he had no clue why.

He leapt and stumbled against the wall and fell back down to the ground. And then, narrowing his eye at the wall, ran again and leapt, and yes, now this he understood, shaping his energy on the wall, so that he could run up it vertically, although he stumbled as he ran, uncoordinated with this unfamiliar body.

He reached the balcony he was seeking and went to the window; looked through; saw a shuriken-patterned bedspread.

He needed to get inside, but he didn’t seem to have hands in the regular sense, and there was no way to try and raise the windowpane.

He needed to get inside.

He pressed his body against the wall and felt his body stumble through the wall, and then he was in the room, with no idea how he had achieved this bizarre feat.

This room was far too big for a person, just like the world he had wandered through was also unnaturally large. He jumped onto the bedspread and curled up, and put his head in his hands, and smelt something familiar and comforting, and stayed there, not sleeping, still afraid, still completely fucking unsure about what had happened to him and where he was and who he was.

When morning reached the room, a face appeared at the windowpane. A man with silver hair and a cloth mask covering his mouth pressed his face against the window, and closed his eyes, and looked weary.

Kakashi.

He remembered one thing, then. A name. This person was Kakashi.

***

It was just past dawn when Kakashi returned from his mission. He nodded tiredly to Kotetsu and Izumo at Konoha’s gates, who barely glanced at him, sitting with half-lidded eyes sipping their hot coffees that made swirls of mist in the brisk morning air. Then he took to the rooftops, because although he barely had enough energy to shape chakra to support his leaps across the tiles, he had even less energy to suffer through conversations with perky early morning risers (Gai, who made regular laps around the village at this time, was sure to draw him into a conversation and attempted contest, and although he normally enjoyed contests with Gai, he just couldn’t. Not today, after a week-long mission. After this week-long mission).

He reached the balcony outside his apartment window and leant his head against the window for a few moments, closing his eyes, trying to summon the energy to undo his barrier seals.

From inside his apartment, he heard a dim yowl.

Kakashi flicked his eyes open. On the other side of the glass, standing on the shelf that ran alongside his window, was a cat.

Had he come to the wrong apartment by mistake?

Kakashi looked around; checked the number of floors up and across. No, it was definitely his apartment.

He looked back through the glass. Yes, it was definitely a cat.

Why was there a cat in his apartment?

Gaining some energy through his curiosity, Kakashi released his barrier seals and opened the window, “Hello,” he greeted the cat from outside. “How did you get in here?”

The cat looked balefully at him and yowled again.

Kakashi slipped through the window into his apartment and turned to eye the cat again. It was big for a cat; bigger than Pakkun, although smaller than all of Kakashi’s other ninken. Is fur was mostly black, but there were lines of white along the right side of its face and dirty white patches across the right side of its body. It also only had one eye: a plain black one that was also on the right side of its face. And—

Kakashi sniffed the air and frowned. Then he looked closer, eyes now seeing through the dark fur what he had been able to smell easily.

The cat had been bleeding. There was matted blood on its neck, on its side, and even on its tail. He couldn’t see any sign of open injuries, and couldn’t see it favouring one side, but it had clearly got into some trouble recently to be covered in blood that hadn’t properly dried yet.

“What happened to you?” Kakashi murmured. “You look worse than I do coming back from a mission.” He reached out a hand — and then pulled it back quickly when the cat hissed at him and swiped out with a paw, its tail spiking up and all its fur standing on end.

Kakashi didn’t speak cat, but even he could tell that this was the Panicked, Aggressive pose.

Kakashi started at the cat and the cat glared at Kakashi.

Slowly, when the cat could see he wasn’t going to try again, its aggression lessoned, with its tail twitching down.

“I don’t know how I should help you,” Kakashi said to it eventually. “I’m a dog person, not a cat person. And all the dogs around me tend to just tell me what they want, in human language. Can you speak human language?” It wasn’t a completely stupid question. If the cat could get through his barrier seals, then maybe it was a Summon.

The cat meowed, then started, seeming a little surprised. It meowed again, then growled.

“No human language, then,” Kakashi observed.

The cat yowled again, sounding greatly dissatisfied.

“Can I — can I please touch you?” Kakashi asked. “To check whether you have injuries?”

It was probably a bit much to assume that a cat could understand him, but the only animals he’d interacted with recently were his ninken, so he wasn’t used to speaking to animals in any other way.

The cat looked at him for few moments, then took a tentative step closer.

Kakashi took that as a “yes” and reached out a hand slowly. The cat looked at him warily, but didn’t attempt to move, and then Kakashi was gently touching the blood matting the fur around its head, and then the rest of its body, searching for open wounds.

“You’re not injured,” he told the cat eventually. “You should be, though. You shouldn’t have healed this fast if you have this much fresh blood on you.” He snorted. “Unless you managed to kill something without gaining an injury to yourself and rolled around in their blood. But there’s too much blood to be a small creature that I’d expect you to catch. And somehow, you don’t look the type to kill a human.”

The cat shivered.

“So, why are you covered in blood without a scratch on you?” Kakashi asked.

All the cat could do was meow again.

Kakashi scratched it between the ears as he thought through this second curious occurrence, and blinked in surprise as the cat’s head twisted up to press in the direction of his fingers.

Aggressive, but also affectionate?

He really didn’t understand cats.

“Can I get the blood off you?” Kakashi asked the cat. “I know that cats aren’t supposed to like baths, but you would like to be clean, right? And you can’t exactly lick all of this off yourself.”

The cat didn’t respond, so he picked it up with both hands under its belly, and then quickly dropped it when it yowled again and scratched his arm with its claws. The cat fell, its limbs flailing wildly, and although it was only a metre from the ground it wasn’t able to land properly; it flopped onto the ground on its belly with one paw crunched underneath.

“That was a fair bit less elegant than I would have expected,” Kakashi observed, rubbing the new scratch on his arm with a wince.

The cat meowed again, stumbled to its feet, and looked angrily at him.

“If you don’t want to be picked up, then follow me,” Kakashi said mildly, and turned toward his kitchen sink.

Two steps in, he felt the cat jump somewhat ungainly onto his shoulder.

“There you go,” he said.

He walked with the cat toward the sink and popped the plug in and ran a half-tub of lukewarm water through it.

“Go on,” Kakashi said, pointing.

The cat leaned forward to peer off Kakashi’s shoulder, then unbalanced and careened forward, falling head-first into the water. It splashed the water wildly and then stuck its head out and wailed, and coughed, and eventually settled, standing in the sink appearing skinny with its fur wet pressed against its body, looking utterly betrayed.

“You did this to yourself,” Kakashi said mildly, and the cat hissed at him.

Kakashi took some soap from the bathroom and then washed the blood off the cat, who just barely put up with this treatment, and then let the water out of the sink and ran the tap like a shower and rinsed the remaining blood off its coat. Then he gently dried it with a hand-towel. Finally, the cat was clean, with hair now fluffy and sticking out in all directions.

He smiled at the cat and petted its head again. “There,” he said. “Wasn’t that worth it, to be clean?”

It felt nice, after returning from a long mission where he had killed people, bringing his mind back uncomfortably close to his ANBU days, to perform a kind act for this strange creature in his apartment.

Then Kakashi sighed, went to his front door, and opened it.

“Okay,” he told the cat. “You’re free to leave now. Go on back to your owner. Or, if you’re a Summon—” he still wasn’t sure, because even though the cat couldn’t speak, it seemed to know exactly what Kakashi was saying, and surely that wasn’t typical cat behaviour, no matter how smart they were supposed to be— “please unsummon yourself.”

The cat gave him a very unimpressed look from its position sitting on the kitchen countertop, and then looked meaningfully in the other direction.

“I’m sorry, but you can’t stay here,” Kakashi said wearily. “I don’t know how to take care of you, and even if I did, I’m not around enough to feed you when you should be fed. You won’t be safe with me here.”

The cat jumped off the countertop, this time only wobbling a bit on its landing. It looked briefly at the door, and then it padded away from it, toward Kakashi’s bed, and leapt up onto it. It moved to the right of a suspicious dark patch and curled its body up on the bed. It watched him with wary eyes.

“You’ve left blood on my bed,” Kakashi commented, pointing at the dark patch.

The cat met his gaze, unapologetic.

And Kakashi couldn’t help but snort a little. Despite not caring a whit about cats in general, there was something about this one that was more interesting than most. It was familiar, in a way.

Familiar? What could he find familiar about an uncoordinated creature with short, fluffy black hair who seemed to always be angry with him and had one single eye, on his left side?

Well.

“Okay,” Kakashi told the cat. “You can stay for one night. Only if I get to name you.” He smiled a little. “Can I call you Obito?”

***

Obito.

Yes. For some reason, that felt right.

He looked up at Kakashi, so bizarrely large, but at least he knew the reason for that, and the reason was that Obito was a cat now, a fucking feline animal who couldn’t even talk to Kakashi to tell him that he should be human normally. Although he couldn’t remember much, he could at least remember that he was human, plus Kakashi’s name — and his own now, he supposed.

Kakashi somehow knew him from the past. Though not, from Kakashi’s sad and wistful tone, anymore.

Well, when he finally figured out to get back into his body again, he could at least tell Kakashi that he was alive, and that would surely stop his annoying sadness.

First things first, though. He needed to and try everything that he could to regain his memory and find out what had happened to him.

Although Kakashi seemed eager to get rid of him — and for some reason, that dismissal also felt both painful and annoyingly familiar — he couldn’t allow that. He needed to stay close to the only point of familiarity in this world, this person who made him angry and comforted in equal measure.

#bp shortfic #kakaobi #kkob #obkk #I think this is a cute conceit but got super distracted with worldbuilding #cos I wanted this AU to have magic as well as chakra #and for Konan to be some epic wizard who cursed Obito when she found out he was lying to her and Nagato #and he can only break the curse when something something true love's kiss something something #anyway you asked for a snipped I sent a whole chapter lol

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depressedhatakekakashi · 3 years ago

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Kakashi Week Day 6: Physical Affection

Talk to Me

Words: 1560

Pairing: Hatake Kakashi X Reader

For: @sunflowersenshi who's always so kind and welcoming <3 <3 <3

@kakashiweek

On the rare days that he has off, Kakashi has a small list of things that he likes to do in order to relax and recharge. From replenishing his food stocks at home to relaxing under a nice tree reading his book, he had come up with the perfect schedule over the years to enjoy those rare days off as much as possible.

It was a schedule that he was quite proud of, even if others did call him ‘lazy’ or ‘unmotivated’ for it. It was the best way to get himself ready for the next mission. Gave him the opportunity to relax completely and prepare himself for whatever Lord Fifth threw at him next.

The only interruptions that were accepted without complaint to his schedule were if Gai also happened to have the day off, in which case he would expect the taijutsu master to show up at some point unannounced asking for a challenge, and when Y/N had some free time to spare for a date.

Today had been one of those lucky days. She had told him how much effort it took to bribe Iruka to take over the last of her paperwork that was due today so that she could sneak away from the academy a bit early. Meeting up with him for lunch had apparently been her top priority all day. Something that she looked forward to, helping her drag herself through a rather boring day of classes with the newest group of Academy students.

Now that she was here though, walking by his side through the streets of Konoha, both arms hooked around his left one, he couldn’t help but notice that she didn’t seem to be all that excited about being there with him. There was a smile on her face whenever she spoke to him, but a distinct lack of excitement in her eyes.

Rather than being full of energy and bursting forward through the crowd while chatting his ear off about all of the things that she wanted to do with him, she was dragging her feet against the ground. Only speaking when he spoke first.

Even the way that she held herself against him was different, clinging to his arms as if she was afraid he would disappear if she dared to let go.

After another failed attempt at getting her to talk to him, he came to a stop in the middle of the street and turned to face her. Ignoring the murmured protests of people whose path he had blocked with his sudden halt.

“Kakashi, what-”

“Is there something wrong?” She stared at him, confusion settling onto her face. “You’re not your usual self. Is there something bothering you?”

Had he done something wrong? Was she tired of being around him? Looking for someone new and interesting to spend her time with.

He leaves the last few questions unspoken, wanting to give her a chance to respond before he lets his mind wander to all of the worst possibilities. Though, he can’t help but notice the way that her fingers curl into his biceps. Nails digging into his skin, almost as if she’s afraid that he’ll vanish if she lets go of him.

“It’s nothing,” she smiled up at him, her eyes focused on the road in front of them. “I just have a lot on my mind. We shouldn’t let it ruin our day out, right? I mean...we haven’t seen each other for a few days.”

A few days was a bit of an understatement. It had actually been two weeks since he had been able to secure a day off. With the Akasuki’s activities rising, and rumors about Konoha’s strength wavering, Tsunade-sama had been sending him out on more missions than he was used to.

“I can ask for a few more days off,” he suggested, wondering if that was what she needed. A little extra time with him. “Or even-”

“Kakashi,” she cut him off, hugging herself a bit closer to his arm. “I mean it. I don’t want to waste the time that we have together, and you can’t just ask for more days off. Tsunade-sama, all of Konoha needs you right now. The work you’re doing is important and I wouldn’t dream of keeping you away.”

Even with her reassurance, he felt like there was something she wasn’t telling him. Something that she was keeping hidden away, possibly even from herself. An experience that he knew all too well.

“You can talk to me, you know,” he offered in much the same way she often did with him. “I know I'm not the best at talking about my own feelings, but I can listen if t-” Her left hand shot up, covering his mouth and effectively preventing him from finishing the rest of his sentence.

“You know how sometimes when I ask you to talk to me you tell me that it’s not something you can really do at the moment?” he nodded his head, a little confused by what she was trying to get at. “Well, today it’s my turn ok? I’m just not ready to talk about it, but it’s nothing bad about you or us. I promise.”

It took a minute for him to process what she was trying to tell him, not used to having her tell him that she wasn’t able to talk about her feelings. That she needed time before she could actually address whatever was bothering her. Once he understood though, he switched gears.

Retracting his arm from the hold she still had on it with her other hand, he took a step back and gave himself a second to examine her. With eyes still devoid of the sparkle of excitement that usually shown back at him, she gave him the best smile that she could manage. Nothing close to that blinding, toothy white smile that she would always have on her face whenever he came to visit her at the academy, but a smile that told him that she was alright.

That everything would be ok.

Feeling a heavy weight lifting off of his shoulders with that smile, he stepped forward and pulled her into his arms. The hug was possibly a little tighter than it usually would be, but he assumed she didn’t mind when she melted into his hold. Her head dropping against his shoulder.

“I’m here when you’re ready,” he whispered, burying his face into her hair and letting the scent of singed hair settling into his nostrils. ‘Did you have to stop a fight between some students today?”

“I do not want to talk about it.” The annoyed hint in her voice told him that he had been correct, and there was no doubt a pair of academy kids who had gotten an ear full from one very angry Sensei.

“Alright,” releasing his hold on her, he took a step back and gave her his best smile. “Well, let’s go to lunch then. If you’re still up for it.” Holding out a hand towards her, he watched as she stared at it. Almost as if she was contemplating if she actually wanted to take it.

After what felt like an eternity, she finally took his hand. Her fingers finding their place between his with ease. “Does that mean that for once you’re going to pay for lunch?” with the biggest pair of puppy dog eyes that he had ever seen, she stepped right up into his space and pressed her body into his. Her hand gripped his a bit tighter than usual, leaving him no chance to make a run for it.

Not that he wanted to. As scary as some people found this look on her, he couldn’t help but love it. For some reason it just fit so well with her personality. A perfect match, just like the two of them.

“Maybe I will,” tilting his head a little to the side, he peered down at her. A playful look in his eyes to counter her pleading one. “But I don’t buy lunch for just anyone you know. I like a little something for my troubles.”

“Oh Kakashi, stepping back, she swatted him in the arm. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure that you get all of the kisses that you want.”

“And cuddles?” Those were important as well. He just wasn’t a complete man if he couldn’t huddle himself up into her arms and forget about the world for a little bit. To just feel her touch against his skin was a gift that he would gladly pay a thousand lunched for.

“All of the cuddles that you could possibly want.”

Even now, with laughter in her voice and a smile on her face, her eyes were still full of sadness. Little had changed since he first tried to talk to her about whatever it was that was bugging her, but that was fine.

He knew she would talk when she was ready to. She always did.

All he had to do for her was be patient, and as long as he got to hold her in his arms. To press kisses against her skin and whisper in her ear all of the cheesy love lines that he could remember from his Icha Icha books, he was happy to wait as long as she needed him to.

#Kakashi X Reader #Hatake Kakashi X Reader #Reader Insert #gender neutral reader #i cannot promise that i succeded #but damn it i tried #XD #this is not my area of expertise #i suck at reader inserts

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eeveleon · 3 years ago

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relaxing rendezvous

omg this is a month late oops LOL anyways here’s day 5: chocolate - decorations

Read here on AO3

Temari was on her way to Konoha again, but not for her usual task of planning the Chuunin exams - those had taken place a month ago.

This time, she was there to deliver a few scrolls to the Hokage and also, as her brother put it, take an extended recess for a few days.

A waste of time was what Temari called it. Though she didn’t mind the three day journey all that much anymore; it was nice to get some time to herself. Certainly better than being stuck on desert patrol with Kankuro and his annoying puppet nerd squad.

And it wasn’t like Konoha was a boring place. In the entertainment aspect, it was pretty good actually. Good restaurants, good parks, good shopping.

“Oi, troublesome woman. Back so soon?”

Somewhat good company.

Shikamaru was waiting for her as usual, so heavily leaning against the sides of the gate as if it was the only thing keeping him upright. Which, knowing him, it probably was. “Seriously, you have nothing better to do than pretend to be a guide?” She called, right away getting started with their habitual bickering.

“Clearly, the Hokage doesn’t give ‘cloud-watching’ the same importance I do.” He responded easily, falling into step beside her. “Speaking of our leader, she doesn’t have time to see you today.”

Temari stopped in her tracks. “What? Why not!”

“Something came up with the civilian council. And the elders get all huffy if that drags on too long, which causes problems for the rest of us.” He explained as he folded his arms lazily behind his head.

“I traveled all this way-”

“Relax, you’ll get your meeting tomorrow morning.” Shikamaru interrupted with a roll of his eyes. “For today, you’re encouraged to relax and ‘enjoy the sights.’ You know how to relax, right?”

Temari punched him for that one. “What sights?” She muttered, already irritated by her short time in Konoha. “I’ve been here a dozen times.”

Shikamaru just shrugged. “You’ll see.”

And soon, Temari did. As they got closer to the marketplace, the streets got noisier and busier as shinobi and civilians mingled. Merchants lined the sides, all trying to sell their wares. Children raced each other, running and laughing. Even older shinobi that she was used to seeing in the standard green flak jacket were wearing casual clothing as they wandered through the market. Though the lighthearted atmosphere was a nice change, what really caught Temari’s eye were the decorations that covered, well, everything.

There were streamers hung across awnings, arrays of flowers in the windowsills, and line after line of lights strung over their heads. There was even a distinct sweetness in the air. It was all gorgeous.

Temari took a minute to really appreciate it. “What’s going on here today?” She asked.

Shikamaru sighed tiredly, but it was easy for her to tell that it was just for show. “Neji, Hinata, and some of the others had a rescue mission in a distant village. The man they helped is actually a daimyo and he sent his best merchants here as thanks. Turns out, he rules the Land of Sugar, hence, all this... sugar.”

He pointed out a symbol on a sign for a nearby merchant, that Temari now realized was repeated at every stall. It wasn’t one she recognized, probably a small land that fell under Suna’s radar.

Sudden excitement bubbled up inside Temari. She had always had a sweeth tooth, and insisted on trying dango from one of Konoha’s shops every time she visited. The idea of trying a dessert from a distant land really thrilled her.

However, she noticed her companion seemed less than enthusiastic about the commotion around them. “You don't seem too fond of it.”

“I’m not really a sweets person.” Shikamaru rubbed the back of his neck. “And the village has been so loud lately - it’s troublesome. The Hokage has given pretty much everyone a day off.”

“And here I was sure you’d be jumping for joy at that.” Temari teased, laughing as a slight blush painted his face.

“I certainly don’t want to spend my unexpected day off lying in a field of grass. And as my guide, you have to do what I say-” Temari spoke loudly over his grumbling. “-So get ready to buy me lots and lots of chocolate. If you’re a good escort, maybe I’ll even share.” She proclaimed with a wide grin.

Shikamaru went from pink to red instantly. “What a drag.” He mumbled, looking away.

The chocolates looked as amazing as they smelled. Temari couldn’t pick which flavor to buy, there were just so many, so Shikamaru asked the merchant for a small bite of each. They must have been used to that kind of request, because they were quickly handed a golden tray of a dozen chocolate squares.

Shikamaru led her over to a bench outside a -currently closed- tea house they frequented. As soon as he placed the tray between them, Temari attacked the sweets and completely forgot her surroundings, completely focused on the smooth, creamy, addictive treats.

One had a citrus tanginess to it, another minty. The next was salty and filled with caramel. Her favorite had a bitter aftertaste that Temari just immediately fell in love with. In all of her eighteen years, these chocolates were by far the best thing she had ever tasted.

It was only when she reached into the tray and was met with nothing that her eyes finally flew open. “Huh? My chocolates-” She jumped up, a glare already on her face as she grabbed Shikamaru’s arm threateningly. “You-!”

“Calm down, woman, I didn’t touch your precious sugar.” He smirked as he took her hand off him, shaking his head. “Seriously, so troublesome... you just ate them all.”

Temari folded back onto the bench, embarrassed at both having wrongly blamed him, and also for devouring the entire tray in practically minutes. She stared at her feet sullenly. Did that mean they were going to go back to her inn now, without any more chocolates?

“Oi, come on already. We’ve got a few other stalls to get to before they start closing.”

Temari’s head shot up, her eyebrows raised high. Shikamaru was already on his feet and continued. “I heard from Choji there’s a guy who makes chocolate into a ball, and there’s like, even more chocolate inside it. Apparently it melts really cool, or something...” He trailed off when he noticed her staring at him. “What now?”

“You... you’d really go back to the markets? In the troublesome crowd, just to buy more chocolates?” She asked softly.

“Y-yeah, well,” He shrugged, his eyes darting away from her. “If you want.”

Temari grinned as she joined him, ready to walk side by side again. “You know what, Shikamaru? Maybe you were right. Relaxing sometimes isn’t so bad after all.”

“Heh. I know.”

“I said sometimes!”

#shikatema #shikatemaweek #shikatemaweek2021 #shikamaru nara #temari #naruto shippuden #naruto fanfiction #mine #highkey got carried away with the chocolate but its fine

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watevermelon · 5 years ago

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Cheater!Akaashi x Reader

✧ Summary: (Continuation) Akaashi goes yandere over the reader dismissing him.

➳ A/N: Hi hi!! SO many people in my dm’s about this Akaashi cheating scenario! I don’t mind writing about it more at all, if anything please feed my imagination because I dont know what to write! ヽ(ಠ_ಠ)ノ Checkout my updated Masterlist to see what continuations are in the works!! :) ➳ Warning: Not a Happy Ending; IM GONNA BE UP-FRONT, THIS ONE IS FUCKED UP - do not read this if any of your triggers involve yandere-like behavior: violence, kidnapping - you have been warned. ➳ Masterlist ➳ Part One ➳ Part Three (NSFW)

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There was nothing, absolutely nothing, that Akaashi could ever say that would let you bring him back into your life. But the setter was intent on getting your attention, often waiting outside your classroom after school or pursuing you during your free period.

Any rumors about the relationship were quelled when Akaashi set the record straight. He would not allow anyone to sully your name, basically telling the nosy president of his fan-club that he was the one who fucked up the relationship. Akaashi told them to never bother you again, he was the cause of it all and he would do anything to regain your forgiveness.

Akaashi would never beg, but he urged you on multiple occasions to hear him out and possibly explain what he wanted. Why he thought he even had the right to ask that of you - just that fact alone flamed up your anger. He was being selfish and you wanted no part of his life anymore.

But there was also something… majorly different about Akaashi.

He was still quiet, still the ever mannered pretty setter of the volleyball team. People still fawned over his good looks and the quiet genius that he had. But there was something off about him these days, not that you could really explain it. His gaze lingered on you too long and he just so happened to be around you even outside of school hours.

There was one time you went out to eat with your friends on the weekend, going from vendor to vendor along the busy streets of Kichijoji. At some point, you felt the telltale pinpricks at the back of your neck, turning to see his familiar blue eyes staring back at you in the distance. You swore you saw Akaashi that day, but after not seeing it again for the rest of the night, you wondered if you were truly just going insane.

He never outright said the reason why it was over to other people, but at least most knew that Akaashi was at fault. But seeing him so earnestly pleading to have a part of your life again, it made many people sympathize with the setter. They had no idea what he had done wrong, but those ignorant students were so quick to jump on his side.

You tried your best to ignore him, your best friends having your back when it came to his advances. You were rarely ever alone, friends walking with you to and from class. Konoha was your one friendship from the volleyball team that was preserved and he had mentioned once that to even him, something felt off. And so he suddenly started sitting with your group during lunch.

To your knowledge, Akaashi was still pursuing Bokuto romantically as well. The two were often engaged in public displays of affection and so you were curious as to why and how the wing-spiker was okay with Akaashi so actively chasing you. There was something off about the two of them, they were a couple, but not in the traditional sense. They had yet to confirm their relationship publicly, but had no qualms about sharing a quick peck for everyone to see.

You remembered passing the both of them as you exited home, taking the main entrance this time. They were standing there, just waiting by the stairs. You watched as their eyes scanned the crowd quickly before they latched onto you, Bokuto’s owl-like eyes, which usually held a loud innocence, were scarily following you with each step. Akaashi was no better, his blue-eyes that always mystified you, for some reason brought an uncomfortable crawl up your spine.

You only let out a breath when you turned the corner, neither volleyball member able to see you from this distance anymore. But when Bokuto turned the same corner, you felt your pace suddenly hesitate. Akaashi was nowhere to be found, the wing-spiker hot on your trail as you took out your phone. You called the first person you thought of.

“Hey, (L/N)! What’s up?” Konoha’s voice rang through the other end.

“Hey!” You hesitated, not wanting to give anything away as Bokuto’s presence loomed over you, “Um. Are you free?”

“Yeah, but I actually took the train home already.”

“No worries, I’ll go to you!” You urged.

Konoha hesitated, before asking. “Is something wrong? I can tell from your voice something’s off.”

“Um, how about we talk about it over dinner instead?”

“Sure. Where are you now?”

“I’m still by the school.”

“Ah, okay. Go back to the gates where the teachers are, I’ll go to you.”

“Thank you so much!!” You exclaimed, immediately turning around as the phone call ended.

Bokuto was right behind you.

“Hi, (L/N).”

“Bokuto-san.” You greeted, unsure why the upward drag of his gaze was lighting up every nerve in your body.

All the signs in your head were screaming danger!

“Was that Konoha?”

“I don’t see how that concerns you.” You bit out.

“Not yet, at least.”

You swallowed in fear before angling your head proudly, “Stay away from me.”

Bokuto put a hand on your shoulder, “I know you’re mad at me and Akaashi, but we never meant to hurt you.”

You shook out of his grasp easily, saying nothing to him as you passed. When you returned to the school grounds, Akaashi was still standing where you last saw him. You rushed over to the teacher waiting by the schoolgate, your heart leaping up again when Bokuto turned the corner back to where you were and waited, eyes still trained on you. You busied yourself with your phone, texting your friends and scrolling through social media in the meantime.

It was only when Konoha showed up, this time in casual attire, did you feel like you could breath. Their eyes stayed trained on you and you swore you heard Bokuto snarl when Konoha laid a lazy arm over your shoulders.

You explained it all to Konoha, how the two were freaking you the fuck out these past few days. They kept you on edge, not in the way that should have made you mad for their relationship. But rather like they were too focusing too intently on you to be considered normal, especially with the given circumstances. If Akaashi was truly begging for forgiveness, you would have thrown hands with him long ago. But now, it felt like he was truly stalking you, his eyes following you at every open opportunity.

Konoha listened to your worries and genuinely tried to alleviate your stress. He moved to sit next to you instead of across, hugging you to his body and saying he would do his best to make sure you were okay on school grounds. You didn’t cry, just leaning a head on his shoulder as he caressed lazy circles on your back.

He walked you home that night, your hands held together and a genuine smile on your face.

And true to his word, the next day, Konoha was outside your classroom door after lunch. He even beat Akaashi to it, the setter’s annoyance obvious on his face as he watched you take Konoha’s hand.

Your best friend commended his tenacity, “Konoha is the only one with rights in this house.”

You laughed eagerly then, happy to finally have a feeling of normality setting in again. And for a while, the one who broke your heart was pushed to the side. You had more real problems at the forefront, his blue-eyes were the least of your worries when you had exams and homework due in the next couple of days.

Akaashi’s quiet gaze and Bokuto’s bold eyes were far from you now - your friends were by your side.

Or at least, that’s what you thought.

Konoha made sure to walk you home whenever he could. And, as per usual, he was waiting at the gate until he saw you safely enter the abode. Only then did he walk away, heading in the opposite direction toward his own family home.

You meandered through the kitchen, grabbing an after-school snack and blasting music in one ear as you walked up to your room. Shaking off your backpack, which hung on one-shoulder to begin with, you threw it onto your bed before taking out some of your books. You wanted a jump-start on this homework and you knew that if you mentally wandered off now, there was no doing it at all.

You dragged the textbook out and plopped it on your desk, notebook following as you sat down and mentally prepared yourself. The last few lessons in chemistry were confusing, but not impossible. With the right amount of concentration, it would be done easily with time to spare for a nap within the hour.

Leaning down and angling your head down towards the table, your focus was completely on the task at hand.

You weren’t expecting a completely separate hand to slam the textbook close and latch a firm grip around your neck.

“Finally, we’re alone.”

You struggled against his hold, the striking blue-eyes that you got to know over the past year now reflecting back at you. Akaashi had your neck between his fingers, the usually docile setter lifting you to your tippy-toes. Panic set in just as quickly as you were losing your strength, air circulation cutting off as your ex-boyfriend assaulted your person.

Trying your best to push him off, you punched at both his chest and the arm holding you, but he deflected it easily and simply continued to watch you fail to heave in air in his fist. Only when you felt your eyes rolling backward, barely on the brink of consciousness, did he drop you to the ground.

“I’m sorry, my love.” Akaashi stated, affectionate pet-name a complete contrast to his monotone voice. This was nothing like the boyfriend you had for the past year. His loving eyes screamed of danger and you wanted nothing more than to leave immediately.

You were down on your hands and knees, gasping in air in both shock and disbelief. Had Akaashi really choked you within the safety of your own home? You rubbed at your neck, as if the action would help you fill back-up your lungs.

You had to get out of here, now.

Glancing over to your door, Akaashi immediately entered your line of sight and kicked you in the abdomen.

“Now how is that fair?” Akaashi asked, “I went through all this trouble to make sure we would have this moment alone.”

You heaved out, “Why are you doing this?”

“You weren’t willing to listen to me back at school.” Akaashi spat out, as if this was your fault. “And I couldn’t wait any longer - who knows how far that bastard Konoha would have gone if I waited?”

Desperate to put any distance between you and this monster, you crawled back toward your bed, only for Akaashi to close it with paces of his own.

“Shut up.” You boldly stated, struggling to stand but doing so anyway. “You are the one who ruined everything.”

“Baby, I said I’m sorry a hundred times and I’ll do it again if I have to.” Akaashi whined before his face took on a darker look, “Why don’t you understand? What do I have to do to make you understand?”

Not wanting to take another kick to the middle or worse, you tried to talk it out before you could think of a plan to escape. “Understand what?”

“Understand how much I love you.”

You reaction was instantaneous, not even your dumb fuck mind could read the danger in the room.

“What a fucking lie.” Akaashi recoiled, ready to challenge you before you continued. “You don’t cheat on the people you love! And you don’t physically hurt them and break into the homes your victims!”

“Yes, I do.”

“Are you fucking phsychotic?!” You yelled back.

Mental reminder: don’t yell that at someone who is clearly off their rockers.

Akaashi laughed loudly, at what exactly, you were not sure. But it was not the right question since it elicited that type of response. He just cracked a half-broken smile, one that felt wrong and yet genuine.

“Get out of my house!”

The look he shot you back - a quirked brow and a small smirk, none of which was the usually calm Akaashi you were used to - basically told you how dumb your statement was.

Instead you asked, “Why are you doing this?”

“To claim the one I love.” He guestered out to you, out-stretching a hand for you to take.

There were two options here: take the hand and get sucked into the immediate space with him. Or don’t take it and risk losing a fight with the nationally-competing athlete in a matter of seconds. Or worse, anger him to the point of extreme violence like before.

There was no convincing yourself this was normal, your shaky hand hesitantly reaching out to Akaashi’s open palm. He smiled gently at you, almost slipping on the usual mask of the perfect boyfriend that you had originally fallen for. But when he tightly gripped your hand and pulled you to him, you knew that was all a farce for this much more violent persona.

“I knew you would understand. We’re meant to be together, I know it.” He murmured against your ear, holding you at the waist against his body. You almost verbally gagged at the thought of him grinding against you, but if you wanted out of his house you would have to take the first opening you got. You had to play it smart.

Akaashi leaned down to kiss you and not even your survival instincts were enough to hide your true feelings. He must not have liked what he was seeing, since he forcibly grabbed at your chin to angle up towards you. You pulled at the feeling, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck to get him to think you were playing into it.

His eyes fluttered closed, relishing in the feel of you steadying yourself, of you giving, against his body.

And you kneed him in the groin as hard as you could.

Akaashi doubled over immediately and his grasp on you crumbled. You took the chance and ran out the door, slamming it behind you as you ran down the hallway and towards the stairs. The danger looming behind you was extraordinary, the loud scream of anger coming from the setter was enough indication that he was hot on your heels.

You scrambled toward your front door, throwing it open and screaming out into the neighborhood for anyone in the near vicinity to help. There was a woman walking her dog and another person on their phone and you pleaded with them with rabid yells for their attention.

But before they even tried to help you, a hand clasped over your mouth and dragged you back into the house.

This person, you could not fight off, his strength more than even you and Akaashi combined. Bokuto pulled you back into your living room, tossing you on the ground with no regard to how much power was behind his movements.

That was when you realized how much they truly planned this out. You always felt their eyes on you for a reason - they were memorizing your schedule.

From the route you took home, to when you had off-days, to the one time in weeks that both your parents would not be home tonight - Akaashi and Bokuto had planned it all.

And now you were trapped in your own home with two violent volleyball members.

Bokuto looked at you expectedly while Akaashi trudged down your banister, his gaze harsh and predatory as it scanned your figure on the ground. You were sandwiched between the two, nowhere to run and if you were to scream, then the wing-spiker would just hold you down like before or worse, the setter would choke you until you had no voice.

“Let me go.” You stated, voice promulgating the silent air.

Bokuto crossed his arms and walked to your kitchen, expression on his face stating that he wasn’t willing to listen to you beg. His presence alone was a silent warning, run and he will catch you.

You backed away from Akaashi but he rushed forward to grab you by the hair, pulling you to a standing position and forcing your lips together. The force was bruising, not at all romantic or gentle like you had done so in the past. He was nipping harshly, surely swollen lips under his teeth as he continued to assault your person.

“You are mine, forever.” He muttered against your lips, locking in your future least you face the consequences of disobeying.

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unioncolours · 4 years ago

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Fic: CLEAR

Genre: Fluff, slice of life, this has barely a plot

Pairing: implied Shikajin

Lenght: 2,2k

Inojin notices Shikadai behaves oddly. Something is not right and Inojin is determined to find out what it is, and help him when needed.

Alternatively: This is a brainworm that has lived in my head since April 2020. You’re welcome.

Please read down below and keep reading! 🖤

CLEAR

They were sitting out in the meadow bordering to the Nara Forest, just talking about this and that, passing time, like they liked to do, just the two of them.

It was a beautiful day in Konoha and Inojin enjoyed this afternoon immensely. He finished the juice they had with them, swallowing the final drop of liquid, as some guests peeked out of the edge of the forest a bit away from them.

Two deer.

Inojin liked the deer. Not the same extent the Naras did, but he found them beautiful to look at. That was why he became so excited when he saw the brown animals sniffing the fresh spring air out in the open.

“Look!” Inojin whispered, looking at the deer. He didn’t dare pointing at them, in case his movement would spook them.

Shikadai looked up and stared. Just stared. He didn’t say anything, just let his gaze wander along the line of trees. Inojin looked at him, waiting for a response.

It didn’t come.

Shikadai’s wrinkle between his eyebrows let Inojin know he was confused.

“The deer,” Inojin said and pointed at them. “Over there. By the big tree.”

Shikadai stared some more before breaking out in a smile.

“Aaah,” he said. “Yes. They are brave when they come out here. Normally they hide inside.” He nudged Inojin gently. “They’ve gotten so used to you, since you come here so often as well.”

He laid down flat on his back, closing his eyes. Inojin looked at him, feeling a little but concerned by the weird reaction. Shikadai’s peaceful face was however enough to calm him down. Maybe he just had been a little bit tired. Inojin followed him down on the ground and let his eyes close as well.

The next time Inojin noticed Shikadai was behaving oddly was when they watched TV. There was a humour show going on, where the participants had signs with funny text written on them, and even the funniest jokes didn’t immediately warrant a laugh from Shikadai. The laugh came delayed, after Inojin had laughed and after the narrator read the signs out loud and Inojin found that odd.

And after that he found a lot of different moments that only served as proof to his theory. Shikadai didn’t tell hi to friends who walked the opposite direction towards before it was almost too late and both Inojin and Chocho noticed training didn’t go as well as before. This behaviour spanned on for a couple of weeks, before Inojin finally decided to confront him.

“Can you read what it says on that sign?”

They were out on a market square and Inojin had spotted a sign for a teashop a bit away from them, golden text against black metal. It seemed like the perfect text to test Shikadai.

“Which sign?” Shikadai sounded indifferent.

“The teashop sign,” Inojin said. He followed carefully how Shikadai’s eyes darted across all the signs along the streets. He didn’t seem to find the sign. “Black and gold,” Inojin helped even more.

“I don’t know,” Shikadai finally muttered. “I can’t see the sign you’re referring to.”

Inojin grabbed Shikadai’s arm and gently dragged him with him.

“Tell me when you see it,” he said, and they walked closer and closer to the sign. Inojin waited with anticipation for the moment when Shikadai would see the golden text.

“There,” Shikadai said when they were close to the sign. “Golden Leaf – Tea Shop.”

“Yes,” Inojin said. He took a deep breath before opening his mouth. “You know, I saw this text from where we were standing at first. It was sharp and clear from the very start.”

Shikadai was quiet for a while and Inojin gave him all the room to puzzle through the reality.

“It’s not normal to not see it sharply before at this length from it,” Inojin continued softly. “You don’t see things well far away, isn’t that right?”

Shikadai stared up at the sign, clearly irritated at it.

“I guess,” he finally muttered. He sounded angry. Defeated. He turned around to walk back to where they had walked from.

“It’s easily fixed,” Inojin said, trying to level down the situation. He followed Shikadai, who had his eyes steadily fixed on something invisible in front of him. “Hey. Talk to me.”

“This is just so troublesome,” Shikadai muttered.

“But easily fixed,” Inojin continued, on purposely sounding light-hearted. Shikadai shrugged. “Are you embarrassed?”

“Dunno,” Shikadai said.

“You seem like it,” Inojin said. “It’s fine. It is nothing weird to wear glasses. Sarada does it.”

“Sarada has worn them since she was like three years old,” Shikadai retorted, as if that was the only allowed age to have decreased eyesight if one was younger than fifty.

“And it doesn’t matter,” Inojin continued. “What matters is that you don’t seem to see things like deer in your own forest. That we have managed missions so far is a miracle. What if you get hurt because you didn’t see something approaching you, or someone in camo clothing? And what if your eyesight continues worsen? What then?”

Shikadai pressed his hands down his pockets, annoyed, but he knew Inojin was right. He didn’t see faces of people standing further away from him. Animals disappeared for him among the green and brown of forests, the colours blurring together. He couldn’t always read texts in the tv if he didn’t sit closer than the sofa.

He could work around his weakness, and it had worked thus far, but it only worked so far and so long. Soon he’d begin to suffer from not seeing. The worst part was the colours blurring together. Roots in the ground weren’t as visible anymore and he had tripped a few times.

“I’ll talk to my parents,” Shikadai finally said.

“Good,” Inojin said.

Shikadai stared out of the window while eating dinner with his parents. He saw a big lump of green from the trees, individual leaves not existing for him, only a big green cloud with blurred edges. He stared at the blurry edge, feeling angry, because why wouldn’t his eyes make them sharp again like they once had been?

“Dad,” he finally said, accepting defeat. “I don’t think I see that well anymore.”

Both Shikamaru and Temari looked up.

“What do you mean?” Temari asked.

“I can’t… see things far away,” Shikadai said. “Like the leaves outside.” Both his parents looked out of the window at the leaves in question. “They’re all blurry. I can’t see deer in our forest. I can’t read signs if they’re not close to me.”

For some reason he had expected them to be disappointed. Disappointed in him and his body for not following the perfect shinobi mould. Instead, they offered empathic glances.

“How long have you noticed this going on?” Shikamaru asked gently.

“I don’t know,” Shikadai said. “It’s not like you notice when it happens. Probably for months. All of a sudden it hits you that you can’t see. And I’ve tried to work around it, tried to ignore it and make up alternative ways of working where sharp eyesight isn’t necessary so no one would know. I thought I could defeat it on my own, you know. But I don’t think I can anymore.”

To his surprise, Shikamaru just shook his head fondly and chuckled.

“Awfully stubborn as usual,” he said. “You should have told us as soon as you noticed something was up. It’s okay, Shikadai. Let’s appoint a time for you to an eye doctor and get it checked.”

Shikadai sighed, not knowing how to feel. Partly relieved that he would get to see well again, but also annoyed at having failed making this on his own.

He was a stubborn boy, but one that finally accepted his little weakness.

“I want to come with you to choose your glasses!” Inojin pouted in the phone when Shikadai called him after the visit to the optician.

“No, I want to choose myself without your input,” Shikadai replied, voice filled with warmth, as he sipped a bit of the milkshake he had bought himself as a reward after the weird experience of having someone shining bright lights in his eyes and having him look at letters, red and green, dots and stripes through prisms and glasses. “I’ll go back to choose frames soon after my milkshake.”

“Choose something colourful!”

“Never,” Shikadai smiled to his phone, sipping some more. “You have to wait until your eyes suck as well.”

“What if mine never sucks?” Inojin teased.

“Hah ha,” Shikadai said dryly. “My milkshake is empty now. I’ll go back and choose some frames for me. They’ll come in a couple of weeks, whichever I choose.”

“You’re going to be so cute,” Inojin said and Shikadai blushed a bit.

“Bye,” he said and his voice sounded like a sunny smile.

The couple of weeks rushed by. Shikadai lived in the world he was used to and that had become his normal, with leaves not visible and faces he couldn’t recognise. It was what he was used to, and he was a bit nervous as he walked into the opticians’ shop to fetch his glasses. Now something was going to change, he wasn’t going to have to squint all the time or accept some information was inaccessible for him.

And something was going to change about his appearance as well. He didn’t care about that part too much and was more concerned about other hassle that came with glasses.

His first thought when he got the glasses on was disappointment when he became hyper-focused on the black frames around his eyes. So, I am going to look at this all the time, huh? He even expressed his concerns and the optician promised him he’d get used to it and he’d forget they’re there. He’d even forget to feel them on his nose and around his ears. She warned him he could be dizzy or feel nauseous, but he just had to get used to see again without straining his eyes. Seemed fair.

Everything seemed okay and Shikadai walked out of the store, only to stop and just stare.

Everything was so clear. Edges were so sharp he wasn’t even able to comprehend this was normal and this was what the world looked like with a clear eyesight, something he now realised he hadn’t had for months. The depth of his surrounding felt different as well and he walked as in a daze, just staring around him through clear glass with the right adjustments and strength.

He had learned how to recognise Inojin even with the weakened sight of him – it was hard to miss the whirlwind with blond hair and most often purple clothes, but now he could look at Inojin’s features without standing close to him.

Shikadai could see Inojin’s face and despite him feeling like walking on clouds thanks to his depth perception feeling off when he just had everything corrected, he walked faster up to him. His own face cracked up in a smile.

“Hi, handsome,” Inojin said when he was closer. “Oh, they look really good!”

Shikadai put his hand instinctively up and touched the temple pieces. It still felt very new and odd.

“Hehe, thanks,” he said. “Do I look smarter now?”

“You look gorgeous as always,” Inojin said. “Milkshakes?”

“Yeah,” Shikadai said, still feeling the glasses on the side of his face.

He spent the day marvelling at the world around him. Feeling shocked at the brightness, the everything he hadn’t known he was missing out on. The milkshake tasted extra good, despite his head feeling weird from the new perception of his surroundings. It helped also that Inojin smiled to him in that terribly sweet way all the time.

Two deer were peacefully munching on the grass and Shikadai was sitting on the other side of the river. He observed them while aimlessly touching his face, feeling what would become his new normal and every day. He could see them sharply, every thine on their antlers clear as they’ve never been before-

His parents had taken a look at him and nodded affirmatively when he had come home with the added aid to his face, but they had not drawn any attention to it. Shikadai was grateful for it. This was nothing spectacular after all, just a new look on him and nothing more. When he had gotten used to the glasses, and he took them off before bed or a shower, he couldn’t understand he had once been satisfied with blur around him.

“How many deer do you see?” Inojin asked.

“Three,” Shikadai snorted back at him.

“Good,” Inojin said. “Was just gonna check if you’re eyes work.”

“I hate you,” Shikadai jokingly said and affectionally pushed Inojin.

“Have I told you how good you look in those?” Inojin asked, through a little laugh.

“I don’t need to look good; I need to see!” Shikadai replied, knowing well that Inojin had been staring at him nonstop since a few weeks back when he received his spectacles the first time.

“Sure thing you do, sure thing,” Inojin said and leaned against Shikadai, lacing their fingers together as the deer peacefully kept munching on.

The End

#shikajin #majsasaurus #this is just random fluff i have thought about haha #maybe one day on ao3 #shikadai x inojin #naras in glasses are such a cute thought #especially shikadai

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avversiera-writes · 4 years ago

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try again; in every day we breathe life [tobirama senju/you] - chapter 2

Chapter 2, part 1 - Then

Summary: You and Tobirama discuss children. Some smut.

Words: 2.2k

A/N: important baby-making smut. some jealous kunoichis.

available on AO3.

< Chapter 1 |

“The kids are going to stop by tomorrow for dinner,” Tobirama states in passing as he sips his morning tea.

You raise an eyebrow. “The kids? You still call them that?” You ask teasingly.

Tobirama glances at you, and he stares at you in that placid way of his. “They’re still kids to me.”

You let out a little laugh, and this piques his interest. You forget how doting of a teacher Tobirama is, when he is not training his students to the death. He looks after them well like his own, and when his students are complimented, he takes pride in their progress. He is almost... fatherly . Sometimes you forget that.

“What?” Tobirama inquires, setting down his cup of tea.

You shake your head. “Just had this passing thought of how you would be like as a father, I mean, you did kind of raised those kids .”

The tips of Tobirama’s ears flush red, and his fingers search for something to hold on to. “Well, I did.”

Tobirama clears his throat, clearly embarrassed and he shuffles the papers in front of him and attends to his breakfast. He says nothing else after that, not really needing to elaborate. You let him be, and just focused on getting something into your stomach. Tobirama has been busy more than normal these days, and this is something that you know you cannot help him with since it requires a lot of travelling on his own part and meetings with other people outside of Konoha. Tensions are brewing across the lands, but from what you know from your husband, it seems like there is a chance for an alliance with Kumogakure.

The sun is still barely visible in the morning sky, but the two of you had risen early since you planned to visit your students’ graves. Tobirama had offered his company, and you acquiesced because it is another moment to spend with him.

“Is there something you want to tell me?” Tobirama suddenly asks as the two of you walk back to your bedroom.

You glance at your husband and note how hushed his demeanor is. It is like he is trying not to tread on dangerous ground. “No? What are you talking about?”

Tobirama clears his throat again and shakes his head.

You think about how he was acting during breakfast and you smile secretly. “Do you want children?”

Tobirama stares at you almost dumbfoundedly, and it makes you want to laugh.

“I never thought about it,” Tobirama says quickly and more forcibly than necessary, and he opens the door to your bedroom and leaves you alone in the hallway with a puzzled mind.

You sigh and follow him in, and watch him as he changes his clothes. You fold your arms and press your lips together, thinking of how to talk about this topic of children.

“I want to build a family with you,” you finally admit quietly. You look down on the floor, not wanting to see how he will react. "I know the timing is not... convenient , but I just want to put it out there."

At first, you are met with silence. Then you hear shuffling of clothes, and Tobirama is in front of you. You see his hands twitch, hesitating, but finally, he places them on your shoulders and he catches your gaze.

“I never thought about it,” Tobirama repeats, more firmly. “But this is also up to you.”

You expected Tobirama to react more adversely, but when you look at his face, you feel his sincerity. He really has not thought about it, and this is him, reassuring you in his confusing way that he wants to discuss it with you, to make sure that the two of you are on the same page.

You smile at him, and Tobirama’s hands squeezes your shoulder.

“Okay,” you tell him, and Tobirama nods. You note in his eyes that there is a bit of excitement and worry in there, but when he turns to continue dressing, he plays them back down.

It is still early in the morning, but this time there are birds chirping loudly overhead, and the sun, while bright and blinding, shines a warmth so soft it feels like an embrace. You and Tobirama offer up flowers and food on your students’ graves, and then you spend a long moment in silence. Tobirama’s shoulder is pressing against yours to offer you comfort, and you gingerly lace your fingers with his.

He doesn’t pull away.

The two of you stay like that, until Tobirama squeezes your hand and promptly pulls away when you both sensed a presence approaching. The two of you step to the side to make way for the person, who turns out to be one of the parents of your late students. You watch the mother lay down her flowers for her child, and your heart squeezes in pain. You couldn’t imagine how devastated she is if you are also grieving. In her case, that part does not end.

The mother, Miura Kimiko, also happens to work for your household. She is the one who asked you to give her daughter another chance of becoming a shinobi when you had deemed her unfit for the battlefield. You should have stayed strong in your stance no matter what. At least, she would have her child.

After Kimiko finishes her usual rites on her child’s grave, she turns and bows to you and your husband.

“Kimiko-san,” you greet. Beside you, Tobirama nods, a hand behind his back.

“Lord Nidaime,” she addresses. “My lady.”

You search for words of comfort to offer her, but none comes to you. No words of apology will heal the wound in her heart.

Tobirama steps away after spotting a hawk in the sky, and turns to you. “I must take my leave. I will see you later.”

You give him a strained smile and nod.

Tobirama turns to Kimiko. “I will leave my wife to your care.”

With that, Tobirama walks away, leaving you to converse with Kimiko.

Kimiko gestures forward, and you start walking. She falls into step behind you, but the air still feels like it needs to be filled with words.

“I-” You start, trying to find the courage to utter one of the two most difficult words to say.

“My lady, I must thank you for continuing to visit my daughter’s grave,” Kimiko beats you to it. “Mieko has always looked up to you.”

“I am sorry, Kimiko-san,” you say, but it does not lift the weight in your heart.

Kimiko shakes her head solemnly. “Such is a life for a shinobi.”

You nod. Nothing else needs to be said. You both understand what is at stake when you are out there on a mission.

The two of you walk in silence, and you head for the general direction of the food markets. Shops start to open, and people and children start to mill around to get to their own destinations. You watch little children flock together and make their way to the Academy and you smile at their exuberance.

Those who recognize you stop to greet and bow to you, and you offer them the warmth of a friend. No matter how many times you are treated this formally, you can never really get used to it.

“My lady, forgive me if I am prying, but I overheard you and Lord Nidaime talking about children earlier and I was wondering...if you two are trying for a child right now,” Kimiko says.

You blush a little, and flash her a nervous smile. “It is nothing definite, Kimiko-san. It was just mentioned in passing.”

Kimiko shrugs. “If you ever need any help with fertility, or even through the duration of your pregnancy, I know a thing or two about it. My family has worked with herbs and the like, to ascertain healthy pregnancies.”

You blink at her kindness. “I may have to take you up on that later.”

Kimiko nods and you point towards the market so that the two of you can head towards there. You make sure to walk beside her, because for some reason, it is custom for servants to walk a few steps behind the people they serve. It is lucky that Kimiko does not look away when addressing you, because that will make you feel even worse. You already feel responsible for her child’s death. The least you can do is offer compassion. You can be a friend to those who need it.

You and Tobirama walk around the streets of Konoha. After he had finished most of his work in the Hokage office, you drag him outside to get some fresh air, since the dust that had gathered in the office keeps making him sneeze and his eyes itch. People in high spirits wander the streets, and children that just got off the Academy run around to play. Shinobis alike are also enjoying their downtime, or are taking their time to do their menial missions within the village.

Every now and then, you glance at your husband, finding his face and his posture relaxed, something he only does when you’re around. Your hands brush against each other, but neither of you take the initiative and instead, settle for the occasional shoulder bumps. These kinds of moments remind you of the time when you two were just starting out to work out your differences in your budding relationship.

In a way, Tobirama has never changed, but is also changing by the times he shows you his most private thoughts and feelings. There is still a lot to work out with him, but the certainty of working through every hurdle in life with him by your side is enough.

Your silence is interrupted when a group of kunoichis carrying their young approach the Hokage. You look on, preemptively amused as the women practically throw their babies to the Hokage with no warning. Tobirama meets your eyes, his shock apparent and begging for help.

This is not new to him, since he and his brother get handed babies a lot so that they can bless their children and wish them strength as growing shinobi.

You stand to the side and apart from the crowd, hiding your smile as Tobirama holds one baby after another. It is not like he does not know how to hold them, since he has held his nephews many times and has let them climb over him and used his arms to hang from, but all the attention and the cooing is making him uneasy. He is about a few seconds ready to take off.

“When will you have your own child, Lord Nidaime?” One of them asks.

Tobirama’s eyes widen for a fraction, then stoically, he answers, “That will be up to my wife.”

All eyes turn to you and you freeze like a criminal caught in the act. They look at you with demanding eyes, as if you are withholding child-bearing from their precious Hokage.

“When it happens, it happens,” you reply awkwardly. You catch a few disapproving looks here and there. The judgement in their eyes reminds you how many women are vying to be with your husband, and how qualified he was as a bachelor to be allied with other clans. Now, he’s stuck with you.

“You’re not getting any younger, my lady,” another says with a bit of a scorn. “You should at least have three kids running around already.”

“It’s a shame Lord Hokage’s genes won’t be passed down.”

Your face colors in shame–you feel like you are being blamed. Tobirama scowls visibly, not caring if the others see it. Your husband takes it upon himself to step towards you and to shield you from more questions.

“Forgive us, but we have to be somewhere else,” Tobirama interrupts curtly and he takes you by the elbow.

Once the two of you are away, Tobirama lets go of your elbow and is looking at everywhere else, except you.

You glance at him, and you sense that he is embarrassed.

“What?” He almost snaps.

“They probably think that I’m barren or something.” You reply, just as embarrassed. “Or unfit to be your wife.”

Tobirama’s face morphs into something a bit stormier. “I did not marry you just for child-rearing. Do not think like that.”

You shrug. “It feels like that sometimes.”

Tobirama pauses and he turns to face you. “Why?” He demands.

You crack a smile at his scowl. Does he have any other better expression?

Tobirama scans your face. As much as you are good at reading him, he is also almost as good at catching your jokes. “Stop making fun of me,” he snaps.

“I will if you hold my hand,” you reply cheekily.

Tobirama looks around, checking if there are people spectating. He also goes the extra mile by using his sensory skills to check for nearby people who might spring up on them. He finds none.

“You always do this,” Tobirama chides. He grabs your hand without warning, and pulls you even closer so that your entwined hands aren’t completely visible. “Happy?”

part 2 of this chapter >

#angelica writes #Tobirama Senju #Senju Tobirama #tobirama x you #tobirama x reader #naruto #Naruto Shippuden #naruto founders #naruto fanfiction #you never said goodbye timeline/au #'til death do us part

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haruno-sakura-san · 3 years ago

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Can't remember if I posted this before, but I was reading through my notes on my phone and found it. Either way, enjoy this playful one shot with Sakura and a mystery man!

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"Rough day?" A man who slid into the seat next to Sakura at the bar asked. "None of your business." She snubbed him. "It's been a while since ive seen a leaf nin drink like that," he observed unprompted. She mentally noted that she wasn't wearing her heite. He was either assuming from her gear or he recognized her. "I'm off duty." "I would hope so." Her gaze cut back over to him. A hood and tinted glasses obscured any identify features, but even so he looked incredibly mundane. In her line of work, that was also incredibly dangerous. "Listen, you seem like a nice guy-" "That assumptions a bit premature." "But I'm not here to meet anyone so if you don't mind-" "Actually I do." She glared at him for a long moment, not wanting to be interrupted again. "See, I'm waiting for someone myself." He offered finally. "You don't say" her tone thick with disinterest. "But I'm beginning to think I've been stood up." He sounded more amused than put out. She wondered if it was some kind of pickup strategy to get her to feel bad. "I can't imagine why." She said in the same flat tone. "My thoughts exactly."

Sakura made a sharp sound of disapproval. "My deepest sympathies. I don't see how this has anything to do with me." "Well, it really doesnt, on the surface. But you see, here I was feeling sorry for myself when I see you stomping in here, looking like you've just dragged yourself through a pigsty-" "It was a river bed." "Oh thank you- a river bed. Possibly the sorriest sight I've seen all day - not that I would normally say such a thing to a lady. I'm sure you look at least pleasant under normal circumstances." "Does this story have a point?" Feeling her anger swell at his commentary. "Of course, I just thought it might be nice to commiserate together - one passing stranger to another." She hates the cocky way he inclines his head, gesturing between them with his glass. "No, thanks." "Oh come on - why else come to a bar?" "For a drink - unbothered." "If that were the case, then I'd think the liquor store down the street would have done the job." "And what, have a few drinks at the store front? They have laws against that, you know." "You dont have a hotel room to drink in?" "Of course not" "Interesting." He purred. She realized she said too much. "So your plan was to get tipsy and then travel back to konoha or wherever your headed, seemingly alone, in the middle of the night." "I don't have to explain myself to you." "No, I think I've got a good handle on the situation without any explanation. Where are your teammates anyway? Isn't there someone around to keep you from making dangerous decisions like this. A captain maybe or a boyfriend?" Sakura slams her glass down against the wood of the bar. "For your information, I can more than take care of myself. I have an extremely high alcohol tolerance. And I've had too long a day for a pretty boy like you to be picking at me when all I want to do is have a drink in the peaceful Haven that is my own mind. So shut your trap. Am I clear?" "No, I have several questions." She snarls and begins to crack her nuckles in preparation to put this idiot though a wall when the bar tender yells, "No fighting in my bar! Take it outside if you want to act like animals." She settles back into her seat. "Sorry, sir. No need for that. This poser isn't worth the energy," she grumbles under her breath. "Lets backtrack to pretty boy. That had a nicer ring to it." Clenching her jaw, she takes a deep breath, exhales and takes a long drag on her drink. "So are you going to tell me the river bed story, Pocahontas?" "If I do, will you leave me alone?" "It certainly won't hurt your chances" She huffs. "Fine. I got caught in a fishing net." There was a beat of silence. "And?" She gave him a long-suffering look. "And was dragged behind a fishing boat." His eyebrows rose. "And how did that happen?" "I was pushing the boat. It was beached on a shallow part of the river." "Pushing it?" "Yeah." "Remind me to tip that bartender for not letting you deck me into next week." She smirked into her drink. Damn straight. "So when the boat broke free these fishermen did what? Cast their nets right done on top of you?" "Yup. I had to cut myself free and everything." "No good deed goes unpunished I guess." "Technically it wasn't a good deed, they were paying me to help." "That's even worse. And no one noticed you were missing onboard?" "Well, they wouldn't let me on the boat in the first place -" "Why not?" "It's bad luck." "Bad luck?" "To have a woman on board." "Wait a moment. So before the ship got stuck in the first place, while it was sailing, where were you? Nearby on the shore?" "No. I was running alongside them in the water." He laughed outright. "Running alongside them. That's too good. They didn't even give you rowboat." Her face flushed. She hadn't thought to ask for a row boat. "They were absolute assholes. Usually I can take quite a bit of crap from a client, but when he told me to pay for the net." "Pay for the net!" "And the lost profits for the day" "Ha!" "I told him just where he could shove his

lost profits and came to the nearest bar. I feel a little less sorry for myself now. Glad I could help. Now leave me be." "You don't want to hear my story?" "Not part of the deal. Now scram." He pouted, cheek resting on his hand. "But we were getting along so well." "You have a very twisted sense of relationships if you think that was getting along well." "I cannot argue with that." She didn't know if it was the alcohol or the bickering, but she was finally feeling a little unwound. Studying his profile for a moment, she thought it must definitely be the alcohol. "If you're going to stare, i might as well tell you my story." Definitely the alcohol. "I wasn't staring." She huffed, turning sharply away "Would admiring be more accurate?" "Do you ever shut up?" "For the majority of the time yes I do. It's quite liberating to go on and on like this. Strangers make some of the best conversation. You don't have to hold back because they will never see you again, probably not even remember speaking." She hated that he was right. She also hated that she couldn't see his eyes, instead watching his lips move. Kami must hate her because he had rather nice lips. "You're admiring again." They said. "Staring," she corrected. "Staring then." He said in a low voice, leaning in slightly. "Tell me your story." She said, trying to break the moment by divert this exchange to something hopefully safer for her psychy. Those damn lips curlled up in a feline grin. "Of course, my little mud pie." "Don't push it." She snapped, "You were meeting someone." "Yes, I've been seeing them for some time now. We are both wonderers so we meet about once a month. " "How long is some time now?" "Hmm, about ten years maybe." "And you guys haven't made it official yet?" "Well, it's complicated. They are a little old for me, and I'm not sure what society would think." She got the feeling he was making fun of her, but didn't get the joke. "They've never once been late or missed a meeting. I'm a little worried you see." For the first time since meeting the guy, Sakura felt a little bad for him. "Plus theyve got hands and eyes that wander a bit too much for my liking." "Sounds like they finally got bored and left." She commented. "Well. Even so, the meetings were as much about business as pleasure." "And just what kind of business are you in exactly?" "I'd say we were in the same field." She scoffs, looking him up and down again, not able to make out anything helpful from his form from under his travelling cloak to back up his claim about being a Shinobi. It was convenient line for civilian men who hit on kunoichi, so she rolled her eyes. "Sure you are." "Don't believe me?" "I believe you'd say just about anything to get on my good side."

"Hmm," his lips curled in that feline way, "And I thought leaf nin we're very skilled at seeing underneath the underneath." She froze, recognizing her sensei's phrase. "Who exactly did you say you were meeting again?" "I didn't." She slowly turned toward him, hand sliding to her thigh pouch under the bar, but it was too late. Here eyes were locked on his red, glowing gaze, pin wheels spinning. She felt her consciousness being torn from her body and into the inky black of his sharingan.

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Quite sure this was supposed to be Itachi but it's quite OOC for him. So I'll leave it to you reader to fill in who it is. I guess I like Shisui for it myself but don't limit yourself haha.

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ladyxxdaydream · 4 years ago

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a year-in-review meme - for writers!

I thought up this writing meme for fic writers who might have been staring at the artists having their lovely and well-deserved collages of their work through the year - and wanted to join in the fun! also this works as a great reminder for those of you (and me) who’ve been thinking that they haven’t been writing as much as they want to, and allows you to go back to enjoy your old fic ;D

Rules: pick your favourite sentence from a work you posted / wrote during a month of 2020! if you didn’t write anything in any particular month, don’t worry! tell us what you were doing or use it as free space for runner-up sentences. after that, tag 8 people or more to do the meme!

That being said, here’s mine:

Tagged by: @rikacain !!

I’m tagging -- @flailinginlove @aviss @kiitsvne @stupidbadgers and @tea-blitz who doesn’t use tumblr anymore but WHATEVER. and anyone else who wants to do it! <3

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JAN: (from Heavy Weight)

“Iruka felt Kakashi’s eye on him. Most people feared the Sharingan, and for good reason, but Iruka feared his real eye, his own eye. It had a way of seeing straight past Iruka’s defenses, no dōjutsu required, and deep into his soul.“

FEB: (from Old Pine)

“Do you want children?” Iruka asked, feeling like the timing was right.

Kakashi was quiet for a few moments. Iruka had learned to read Kakashi’s silences for what they were. It wasn’t hesitation like he had initially thought. Kakashi simply liked to think things through before answering immediately. Iruka liked that about him.

“I think we have four already,” Kakashi said, eyeing Sasuke, Naruto, Ino, and Sakura through the glass door.

Iruka laughed, but refrained from clarifying. He knew Kakashi understood what he meant and would answer him shortly. Iruka had also learned that Kakashi had a tendency to be indirect, before he got around to what he actually wanted to say.

MARCH: (from Mouthful)

“So, Kakashi.” Iruka said, unable to stand still any longer. “We both like what we see. Now what?”

He wasn’t usually this forward, but he was feeling it tonight. All of this playful banter was riling him up—it was his favorite way to flirt.

“I like a man whose direct,” Kakashi said, shifting his stance to lean an elbow on the table. “But hmm,” he hummed. “I don’t know.”

He gave Iruka a seemingly bored look, as if the obvious invitation to leave together was lost on him.

“Well, I like a man whose decisive, so I guess that rules you out.”

Kakashi let out a hard, surprised laugh. He downed the rest of his beer, and took Iruka by the hand, pulling him out of the bar without a word.

APRIL: (from A New Chapter)

“I don’t know how to put this,” Sakumo started, “but… what the hell is that?”

Kakashi looked at where his Father was pointing.

“Uh… a diaper…?” Kakashi guessed, not sure where this was going. They had about a million others, in every color and pattern you could imagine, folded and stacked in the closet. Iruka wanted to go the re-usable route, and several of his students mother’s were eager to gift them. Kakashi had been less than thrilled by the extra laundry.

“Yes. It’s a diaper, Kakashi. Very good. Tell me, did you have both eyes closed when you put it on?”

MAY: (From Cake Substitution No Jutsu)

“What’s this?” Iruka asked as Kakashi entered the kitchen, a fully dressed Tomo whizzing past them both.

“Ah, it’s a backpack,” Kakashi said, crossing over to Iruka excitedly. “I saw it on display in a shop window while doing Gai’s scavenger hunt. Its arms and legs are the straps, so when you wear it, it looks like it’s riding on your back.”

Iruka smiled, turning it around in his hands, noticing the zipper and a few pockets.

“That’s actually pretty ador—”

Iruka stopped speaking. The tail was tightly curled up inside plastic casing still.

“Kakashi,” Iruka said, feeling his eyebrow twitch. “Is this… is this a leash?”

“No. It’s a Puppy Pal… with an exceptionally long tail.”

“It’s a leash,” Iruka deadpanned. “A leash for a child.”

“You put Tomo inside a barrier the other day as a playpen,” Kakashi said, a matter of factly. “Why can’t I have some help controlling her?”

“That’s… that’s different!” Iruka exclaimed, feeling his cheeks heat in contradiction. “Would you like it if I put you on a leash, Kakashi?”

Iruka regretted it the second it came out of his mouth. He could practically see the wolfish grin forming beneath Kakashi’s mask.

JUNE: (from Use Your Imagination)

They laid in silence for a while, listening to the sounds of the night through the cracked window—distant cars on the street, a lone dog barking, upbeat music wafting from a floor below them.

Kakashi never wished for time to stop. In fact, he tried to keep himself as busy as possible—he chose a career that ate up most of his life for a reason. But right now? He wished time didn’t exist, hyperaware of how quickly it would pass before Iruka was back on a plane tomorrow.

He traced circles into Iruka’s lower back, watching as the brown skin pressed against his broke out in a wave of goosebumps. Iruka shivered, and then shifted, and Kakashi wondered if he was falling asleep.

He selfishly continued his adorations, wanting to keep Iruka in this realm with him for a little while longer. He expanded his rake, sliding his fingers up Iruka’s spine, skirting around his scar, and back down again.

Kakashi wasn’t one to believe in divine intervention, or soulmates. He’d acted in enough corny films to almost make him hate the notion entirely. But the fact that a man as perfect as Iruka had come into his life so serendipitously—and just as scarred as he was—was something he couldn’t overlook.

It made Kakashi’s heart ache with want, before that ache traveled down, and curled into his gut.

JULY: (from Love Me As You Are)

“And then you demeaned their lives by calling them your soldiers—”

“—is that not what they are?!” Kakashi cut across him, getting upset. “You’re as much a part of this system as I am, sensei! We both know the truth of it, whether we like it or not. I just called it by it’s name.”

“But they’re people too, Kakashi! Kids. They’re so much more than soldiers…”

“That’s not how I was treated,” Kakashi said before he could catch himself.

Iruka’s mouth fell open with a punched sound.

“Kakashi…”

His tone was soft and free of the anger it held a moment ago.

“Forget I said that,” Kakashi said, turning away, his cheeks heating up—the last thing he wanted was Iruka’s pity. “It doesn’t matter.”

“No,” Iruka said, shaking his head as he took a step towards him. “I’m not going to forget you said that. It does matter because you matter. You deserved to have somebody stand up for you too, Kakashi. I’m so sorry Konoha failed you.”

Kakashi’s eyes burned with tears—he bit his tongue, refusing to let them fall. Those words pierced him straight through the heart. It was everything he never knew he needed to hear.

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um I didn’t write anything this month because my wife and I separated annnd my whole life was uprooted as I moved to a different country ksjdhgkdsj

SEPT: (from I’ll Fall, If You Do)

Their relationship was going really well. There were days where Kakashi still turned him away, usually corresponding with the mornings he had therapy. It was frustrating, because Iruka just wanted to be there for him, for Kakashi to open up to him completely, but he didn’t push. He knew that would only make it worse. They didn’t fight anymore, but Iruka regularly had to correct the language Kakashi used towards himself, and sometimes it was irritating for the both of them.

But mostly… it was amazing. Their chemistry was incredible. Electric. And not just in the bedroom—they were never far from each other, drawn in like magnets, grounded by a simple touch or brush of hands. Kakashi hadn’t even left the room twenty minutes ago, and already Iruka felt the pull.

He jumped up from his seat and went to go find him.

OCT: (From Language Gap)

Iruka glanced out the bus window, his body instinctively knowing where they were about to pass. The building was still empty twenty years later, the brick still scorched, and Iruka’s nightmares were still plagued by the fire despite not being there when it broke out. He’d been sent on a delivery on foot — one steaming container of karē udon — two blocks away. He delivered to the same old lady everyday, and she always kept him longer than necessary, pressing sweets into his palm. When he had come back, the noodle shop was aflame. In his shocked state, he distantly heard something about a grease fire, before he was whisked away by the hand by his childhood friend Asuma, living with him and his father from that day on.

Iruka sighed and stood up, making his way towards the door since his stop was next. He really wished the city would do something about the building. Every time he saw it, it made him feel oddly exposed and vulnerable, like his past was staring straight at him.

He shook his head a little and stepped off the bus.

NOV: (From Brand New Sound)

Kakashi watched in stunned silence for a moment, trying to get his heartbeat under control as color effortlessly flowed from the artist’s hand onto the brick. Whoever this was, they had sort of become one of Kakashi’s heroes. People always said meeting your heroes was never a good idea—bound to be disappointing—because it brought them down to a human level.

But that was precisely what attracted Kakashi to this artist in the first place—the sheer, raw, humanness. The way they tackled hard emotions and vulnerability, baring everything through their work for others to see. It was honest and transformative, and Kakashi spent more nights than he could ever count wandering the streets when he couldn’t sleep, hoping to catch a mural he’d never seen before it was painted over. Sometimes he did, and sometimes he’d sit in front of ones he already knew and found new meaning in them.

DEC: (from Perks of Promotion)

“But why now?” Iruka insisted. “Why ask me out now? Right after I’ve made tokubetsu jounin? When we’ve known each other for years?”

Oh.

Kakashi paused, the realization dawning on him. He didn’t blame Iruka for being suspicious of his intentions; he’d heard the way people said ‘the chuunin sensei’ or ‘the chuunin desk worker’ like it was some kind of insult. It always pissed him off.

Kakashi stared at his feet for a moment before lifting his head again, leveling Iruka with a serious stare. “Because I didn't think I’d live past 21. Because it took me an obscenely long time to become a barely functioning adult. Because I never had the guts before… I-I still don’t, not really, if you can’t tell by how much I’m fumbling around here,” he said with a nervous laugh.

#kakairu #my fic #hatake kakashi/umino iruka #this is VERY long #i dont expect ppl to read it lmao #but it was really fun #*sweats* yeah i picked one sentence.....#also WOW #i published something every month (sometimes twice!!)#except for august #which is... understandable #this was a really cool idea #thanks for tagging me rika :D #writer meme

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belit0 · 4 years ago

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How Could I Ever Love a Monster Like You… You Kill People

Rated: T

Pairing: [Obito / Rin] [Madara / Obito] [Kakashi / Rin]

TW: Graphical Violence

Obito’s days passed painfully slow and in an agonizing calm. Madara, although he became his savior, somehow also represented his imprisonment. He was not truly a prisoner, but if he moved, half of his body repaired by his ancestor would be mercilessly detached from him, and he did not plan to die in such a stupid way after beating the reaper face to face under that rock.

His mind wandered under the poisonous memories of a non-existent life, a life to which he could no longer return, people he could never see again, friends who came late to his liking.

Rin.

He could never confess what he felt, and now it weighed on his chest with more pressure than he felt when he was crushed to death. He felt like a coward, he acted like a coward, and just when he felt he could break that barrier and reach personal liberation, destiny invited him to the bitterest drink of his life.

He was trapped, along with an ancient Uchiha who should have been dead for a long time, but for some reason was there. Taking care of him. Allowing his life to flow before his eyes.

What was the value of breathing if every second his heart ached at the loss of all that remained with his dead body in that cave?

Probably everyone thought he was dead, Minato-Sensei was not even on the perimeter during the events. The time was one of war and darkness, the ANBU units had no time to search for the bodies of the fallen Shinobis on missions. No one would look for him, no one would return for him. Two pairs of eyes had witnessed how an enemy would collapse the rest of the rock trap on him mercilessly, extracting what was supposed to be his last breaths.

Kakashi would give the mission report as it had happened. No one would doubt his condition. No one would think of that remote possibility, in which he was breathing in a dreary subway place surrounded by strange white beings and a man centuries old.

The lack of mobility agitated his mind, forcing him to seek stimuli within his tormented consciousness so as not to go mad. If he stopped to pay attention to his surroundings, he would fall into the spiral of madness that the situation offered him. Damn it, he was just a kid. Had his training prepared him for such a contingency?

All Madara talked about was his ambitions. He used boring and difficult to understand terms to his liking, and when they had a conversation - or rather the old man would start a monologue in front of his new audience - Obito would get abstracted inside, thinking.

Thinking about Konoha. Thinking of those who did not think of him. Thinking of all the friendly faces that were left behind. Yes, maybe they were never entirely friendly, but he would give anything to see any face he knew at that moment.

But did they think of him? Did Rin think of him? Did she cry for him? What was Kakashi’s situation?

He knew that his partner would be too hard on himself, the bastard would take full responsibility for the incident. What would his sensei think when he saw his team return without one of his students? Had his sensei returned from his own mission?

He never got a chance to tell him about his newly awakened Sharingan.

He was proud of his achievement. He had protected his comrade’s life with it, and now his companion was carrying the one missing from his features. He could never tease Kakashi for having fallen at his mercy, for having allowed himself to be defended against the one he considered inferior.

He wanted to boast about how he had reached his fellow prodigy. How he acted as a pair, rather than as a nuisance to him. For the first time since they were assigned as a squad, they had worked together as a team. His chest was on fire with pride at the mere thought of it. They had protected her.

They had protected her.

Obito was never able to walk the streets of Uchiha district with his newly awakened Dōjutsu, showing his Clan the dignity of the famous legendary Kekkei Genkai shining in his eyes. Although it took him longer than other illustrious individuals in his family, he could finally be said to be worthy of the fan-shaped emblem that rested on his back.

But that was before.

Now he simply rested motionless, unable to get up from that bed, without the basic needs of human beings, not feeling hungry, not feeling thirsty, listening to how Madara constantly talked to someone called Izuna, even though no one was ever there.

If that was his new life, he didn’t want it. If this represented normality for the man who took it upon himself to save him, he wasn’t remotely interested in sharing it with him. He wanted to run away, he wanted to escape, he would crawl back to his village if necessary.

The strange white people around him became somehow familiar. Perhaps it was the fact that there was nothing to hold on to, and at least they offered talks about the outside world and the occasional bizarrely stupid conversations.

He found freshness in the daily reports that his new buddies brought to him. They explained how everything was changing on the surface, kept him abreast of village clashes, glanced at Konoha for him, provided military intelligence despite their reduced IQ, and thus Obito realized that they were more useful than they appeared.

Somehow, this helped him not to feel excluded from the world to which he once belonged. Perhaps he was basically crippled, but the new stimulation of conversations with those white beings made him want to get out of that bed, to get out of that dark subterranean place.

The time was running, the war was advancing, the villages were acting without mercy. Konoha was winning enemies quickly. He was the current bearer of a powerful Sharingan, which he shared with a prodigious teammate. He could not spoil that undoubted talent, he had to get going.

He had to get out of there.

Madara spent most of his time sleeping, or talking to nothing, sighing old memories of centuries past. Obito was deeply disturbed by it, but that’s how senile elders were. Not to mention that he was probably older than any human body could bear.

With the help of his idiotic white friends, he managed to advance at baby steps towards recovery. It took a sickeningly great effort to get up from where his almost eternal slumber had taken place. At first, he could only do that. When he got more stability on his feet, it was time to take small steps. His legs were infinitely consumed, and that white material that completed him threatened to constantly try to take over.

It required an exhaustive use of all his strength to be able to walk correctly again. Moving freely was a lighter task. The worst had already been overcome. Recovering his fighting agility was something he achieved thanks to his deformed fellow prisoners. Little by little, he was returning to who he was before falling into that nightmare.

No, he was even better. His body was more ethereal, his mind more suspicious, his movements more accurate. He would have liked to say that it was thanks to his own merit, but he suspected that it was largely due to what Madara implanted in him so that he would not die.

He was recovered, ready. He was hungry from the outside, longing to see it, to feel it. The air on his face, the sun impacting his uneven skin, the grass on the soles of his feet, the bark of the trees on the palms of his hands. He longed to see it.

He longed to see her. He remembered her, as fresh as if it were yesterday’s event. Her eyes full of peace, of love, a sweetness that pierced whoever dared to look at her. A smile that could eradicate any negativity in his soul, that happiness he only wanted to be devoted to him. Her fragility, her beauty, the passion with which she completed her duties. The need to protect her.

The need to have her.

Eventually, his strange white friends agreed to reveal the way out for him. They had come to appreciate the boy, and to see him rot in bitterness and loneliness beside Madara, when on the surface love, youth and a future awaited him, was not something they were willing to witness.

So, in one of Obito’s insistent attempts to discover a route to his freedom, one of them guided him to it. Of course, although now he was really no longer a prisoner along with the legend of the Uchihas, the company of those beings had been present for too long, and it felt almost wrong to leave without one of them. They were harmless, and an extra protection. He had been under the facade of death for a long time to allow himself the trust in life at that moment.

Next to the one he called “Zetsu”, the young Uchiha, wearing a longer hair after so much time in confinement, set foot outside for the first time. His joy spread throughout his whole being, almost exploding inside him, inflating his chest with what he felt was fire.

He wanted to run, he wanted to feel everything around him. It seemed that years had passed since he had last wandered as a free man, and now he had a Sharingan to see everything differently. Every sensation was a new world in his brain, the slightest touch of nature to his fingertips, the sunset beating down on his face. He was a child once again.

But as soon as the previously known sensations were again assimilated and recognized in his system, Obito’s true desire fell upon his consciousness, light and happy as her laughter.

Oh, how he missed her laughter!

Without hesitation, he ran with all his impulse concentrated on advancing, sending chackra to the plants of his feet to generate more grip. Konoha. So much had happened.

How would they all look? Would they be different? Was he different? How did Rin look?

Anxiety took over his entire mind, and with a cramping smile on his face he tried to go even faster. The cloak he took from Madara’s subway hideaway fluttered violently in the air, a sign of the speed at which his body was traveling. Zetsu could barely keep up, he was not made to travel like the Shinobis, his style of transportation was to move across surfaces.

When the young Uchiha disappeared before him in a burst of joyful excitement, he knew in advance where he was going, and tracking his chakra he moved across the ground, slowly following the path that led him to the unbridled boy.

Obito was close to the village. He could feel it vibrating, he could smell it. Hundreds of memories traveled through his memory, and some tears threatened to complicate his sight. He missed that place too much, his life, his home. He could even say he missed the Clan, the Uchiha territory, helping old people who conveniently appeared when he was in too much of a hurry.

The nostalgia was too much, but the smile did not disappear from his face. Tears of emotion fell from his eyelids. At last he was home. He would see Minato-Sensei, explain to him the madness he had experienced all this time. He would see Kakashi, maybe even play a trick on him by pretending to be a ghost, or a renegade ninja. He would see Rin.

Fuck, he would finally see her. Suddenly the blood rushed up to his cheeks and he remembered how it felt to blush again. A tingling in his stomach became present. He had fantasized about this moment too many times to even remember it, but he never thought reality was so close.

And now there he was, so close to home.Coming back from the dead.

But he stopped short at a sensation that made his hair stand on end. Two chakras he knew too well. Close, very close. He was still considerably away from the main entrance to the village.

Were they training? Were they going on a mission? Were they looking for conversation without being heard by others?

Regardless of the situation, Obito could not help but redirect his course to where these two familiar prints met. After all, they were the two people he most wanted to see, and they were much closer than he could have imagined. He wanted to shout, surprise them, hug them and lay on them like a big dog receiving its owner at home after a long day.

But he had to remember that he was dead in their eyes. He had been on the other side for some while, in the dark, where the air doesn’t reach, where life no longer exists. If the voice or body of their deceased teammate suddenly appeared, after that tragic mission where they saw him being crushed by a large amount of stones, they would think that someone was ambushing them, using Genjutsu against them to lower their guard, or some transformation Jutsu. Kakashi had that way of reasoning, and Rin would follow the orders of the team leader.

He had to be cautious, he could not be hostile with his way of presenting himself to them. His story already sounded too incredible to have to face the calculated distrust of his teammate.

Back from the dead. Although he never died. Because he was saved by a man with the power to live for centuries. Who has a poisonously dangerous plan. And who should not be alive.

Yes, of course.

When he felt them really close, he descended to the ground, and chose to move that way instead of using the branches of the trees. They were still, a few meters in front of him. He masked his chakra so as not to alert the senses of Kakashi, who lived extremely alert. He could feel Rin, clear and luminous, relaxed, carefree, happy.

She was happy. And it wasn’t because of him.

Something twisted inside him, a bitter taste ran down his throat as a node formed in it.

He sneaked a few more steps until he positioned himself behind a tree. The two were in a small clearing in the forest, sitting on the grass, resting their backs on the thick trunk of a weeping willow tree. They were too close to each other. He watched, he listened.

Slowly, and in a matter of a few seconds, his heart broke into a thousand pieces. All the love he held for that beautiful young woman was now corrupted by the companion in whom he trusted. He who now hovered over her, and placed a light and sweet kiss upon her soft and pink lips. He could see how she was contaminated with betrayal, he knew about her feelings towards Rin, and yet there he was. Kissing her in front of him, unprecedented.

The image was almost romantic, except for the fact that they were being watched by a distressed spectator from the shadows.

A raw anger grew in Obito’s chest, as thicker than normal drops slipped from his one remaining eye. It was a liquid too heavy and hot to be water, but he was too deeply hurt to even question why his Sharingan was bleeding. The fire that ran through him before that image was very different from any other.

Betrayal, hatred, displeasure. His comrade was stabbing him in the back, after he had saved his life. He stole the only woman he ever cared about, the only one who could push him on when life felt too heavy to lift his head.

And he could only watch, see how they professed feelings without words, connecting their lips in a lovers’ communication.

A grunt of outrage escaped his chest before he could even think about what he was doing, and with a new unlocked eye technique of which he was not yet aware, he broke through the remaining trunks that separated him from the couple, leaving his hiding place.

His speed had increased without him wanting it, his body had a will of its own, and it seemed to converge in the pain its owner was experiencing.

When he caught up with his two teammates, it was too late for either of them to react. His surprise attack was successful, and he mercilessly grabbed Kakashi by the neck, violently lifting him off the ground. The silver-haired young man directed his gaze to his eyes, and before he could utter a word, an excessively thick branch was born from the hand of Obito holding him. It pierced his neck mercilessly, spilling the traitor’s blood all over the forest floor.

“WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO COMPETE WITH ME?! SHE IS MINE.”

The young ninja’s life quickly left his body in the face of the brutal attack, and before throwing the body with an unknown force particularly far away, the Uchiha took the Sharingan that once belonged to him, and placed it back where it should go in the first place.

No traitor deserved such power.

“Kk-akas-shi…”

Rin, self-absorbed, looked at the pool of blood that had fallen from her partner’s body, repeating his name as if that would bring him back. The girl was on the floor, sitting, trying to get away from the scene that had unfolded beside her.

The red liquid covered her forming a strange pattern on her clothes, blood that washed over her when Obito passed through Kakashi’s neck without remorse. Scattered drops ran down her face, some in a peculiar pattern similar to tears.

“Shhhh Rin shhh, I am here, I am here to protect you, I am here to take care of you, I am here, I am back.”

The Uchiha knelt next to her, and pressed her face against his chest, generating a hug that tried to imitate containment. He wanted to let her know who he was, she had to identify him, she had to recognize him! He squeezed her tightly, holding their two bodies together with a constricting pressure.

How he missed her. How he needed her. Finally, she was in his arms.

Finally, she was his.

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Training & Suspicion:

Kakashi was feeling off balance, not a lot, maybe just a touch, but the feeling was there and he couldn't quite place it. Well no, he could place it, he just wasn't sure he could justify the energy spent on it as he lazily roamed Konoha's streets, book in hand but mind wandering. One of his students was not what he expected, and was a bit more than her academy reports indicated; which given Sasuke could use combat Jutsu & Naruto had learned Kage Bunshin shouldn't bother him over much. Shouldn't, but it did. Because the boys had spent much of their lives under observation of one form or another, for all their little surprises there was nothing unexpected or that could be unexpected. Sakura on the other hand was basically a walking cypher. 'Girls her age are more interested in romance than training,' he mused. 'I should probably be thankful the most she's done is give Sasuke a once over...' Should be, but wasn't. Because Sakura had an unexpected weapon, surprising degree of Chakra mastery the boys wouldn't be able to match off the cuff if he showed them, bounced between high strung and calm near near instantly and was quite the chatter box but rarely said much on herself.

'That's another thing,' he thought frowning, book tapping his face as he hummed in thought. 'She asks us all a lot of questions, it could just be idle chit chat but...' "Maah," Maybe he was just being paranoid? He could always ask some of the other Jounin about their experiences to see if this was normal, because Kakashi would admit he did not understand any of these kids today. 'The problem with that is I don't want to,' a peevish part of him thought. Because one discussion was an invitation to another and who knew how Kurenai or Asuma might interpret his idle musings, not Kakashi and he also didn't want to know. 'I could check in with Gai, he has a clan-less girl doesn't he?' He frowned, 'Then again he'd probably want to do joint training sessions...' Kakashi snapped his book shut. 'That's not a bad idea.' In a flash he was gone. __________________________________________________ He found Gai just where he expected him too, training his little Genin at his favorite training ground. The bulky man was just about to make a call when he still and sent Kakashi a welcoming smile as he landed at Gai's side. 'How long has it been since I could sneak up on him?' Kakashi wondered, still recalling the other Jounin snatching him out of the air when he'd been an Anbu Captain to go for lunch. "Yosh! Kakashi, have you come to challenge me in a duel of wit and strength!?" Gai cheered, clapping him on the arm. "Not today," he lolled his head towards the kids watching them with mixed interested and veiled annoyance. "You heard I have my own team now?" "Indeed I did, how wonderful it must be to have finally found the one's you were looking for; how goes their training?" "That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about," Gai had read something into his posture and tone and was growing more serious, arms folded but the easy smile still on his face. "Ask away my friend, its neither cool nor hip to deny one's self help in times of need." Ignoring that, Kakashi pressed on, "I thought it might be neat to see your students against mine, to get a feel for where they could be and what to expect, you know?" Gai's eyes twinkled and Kakashi knew he understood, delivering a massive thumbs up, he cheered, "I would be delighted! Team, your thoughts!?" 'He asks?' The tiny green clad one cheered, "It would be a great pleasure to meet and share our experience and skills with out juniors, Gai-Sensei!" The Hyuga scoffed, "It would be a waste of time." 'Sasuke will love you... Or maybe you'll try and kill each other; like alley cats fighting over the same personality traits?' The girl rolled her shoulders and answered, "Looks like your out voted Neji cos so long as we don't get strong armed into filling in for their teacher I think it'd be neat." "Three to one, sorry Neji-Kun, but to compensate, you get to pick lunch today," Gai said with sympathetic smile towards the Hyuga. Turning back to him, Gai added, "Where can they be found?" Kakahsi shrugged, "Probably in the training field, I had them meet there at six," he'd been feeling bored and they were always so funny when they shouted. "Six hours?" the girl mock whispered in a scandalized tone. "We simply cannot leave our underclassmen waiting any longer!" The green boy called. Gai nodded, "Now team, let's go!" "Yosh!" 'Yes, this will work out great.' ________________________________________________ Kakashi arrived just a little ahead of Gai and his students, but not as far as he'd expected, 'Those kids are fast,' he mused. Being careful to gauge his stealth at a level not too high but certainly higher than any Genin would be expected to detect him, gaze locked on Sakura as the girl tensed and then looked around sharp and wary. She then bit the inside of her cheek as if embarrassed and went back to beating the hell out of a training post alongside her team mates. 'Well at least they're using their time wisely,' he thought. Though given Naruto had carved a very poor approximation of Kakashi's own face on his tree stump and how alarmingly enthusiastic all his students were, maybe it wasn't so good. A simple Shunsen put him on top of Sasuke's post and he cheerily said, "Yo!" "You're late!" Naruto and Sakura hollered, and even Sasuke's aggrieved huff sounded louder than usual. "Don't be like that, I was out collecting a surprise," he chuckled. ______________________________________________________ Something niggled at the back of Sakura's head and she shot around just in time to see two green blurs, one pink and another a dull beige, as another Genin and their presumed Sensei landed in their training ground. 'What's with the jumpsuits?' She wondered, there had to be better ways to have flexible clothing, didn't there? Her own mixed blend of shirt and khaki pants had served her well and Kakahsi certainly never-

'Wait, focus Sakura that's a Hyuga!' "Yosh! I am Matio Gai, Jounin Sensei of Team 3, or Team Gai as they are now called," the giant man cheered. "Your Kakashi-Sensei thought it might be a good learning experience for you to get some face time with your seniors." Their respective teams strolled towards one another, Sakura could see the look of vague disgust Sasuke was sending the boy who matched his Sensei while Naruto was squinting as he always did when trying to determine how mulish he needed to be. Sakura kept her expression cheerful and polite as Kakashi gave a lazy wave. "Gai is Konoha's foremost Taijutsu master," as if that explained everything. Before Sakura could finish registering the other team, a green blur practically materialized in front of her, shiny teeth and wide eyes with bush eyebrows filled her vision and the bowl cut boy said. "I am Rock Lee, and you are most lovely miss, may I have your name and perchance a date?" Sakura's brain briefly short-circuited from the shock, long enough for the brunette on his team to cut in, "Lee, you can't just go asking someone out so suddenly!" Before cuffing him in the head and smiling sympathetically. "I'm Tenten," She offered her hand and Sakura took it gratefully, "I specialize in weapons and Fuinjutsu," She gave Sakura a somewhat approving smile as she caught sight of the Sound Sword, "Kenjutsu specialist?" "A novice, really," Sakura said with a small chuckle, "I'm Sakura, its nice to meet you, Tenten-Senpai," she glanced at Rock Lee and nodded, "I'm not really focused on romance right now, sorry Lee-San, but it is nice to meet you." The boy instantly brightened and cheered, "Such commitment to your training, I can only respect that drive, one's youth must always be embraced in their own way." He thumped his chest with a bandaged fist, "I aim to equal or even surpass my master as Konoha's premier Taijutsu expert!" Sakura was surprised her team mates... Well Naruto, were so quiet. Then she glanced and saw why. Sasuke was glaring at the Hyuga who was glaring back with equal disdain, while Naruto shuffled and shifted around the boy in obvious annoyance, demanding to be noticed and summarily ignored. Sakura sighed, "Sorry about them," she whispered. Tenten chuckled, "Its fine, and sorry about Neji, he doesn't take changes in schedule very well." "I take them just fine," The boy cut in, "I merely don't like wasting time." "You think I'm a waste of time?" Sasuke asked, folding his arms and sending Neji a cocksure look. "Hey I'm not a waste of time, I'm gonna be the Hokage some day, so you better acknowledge me!" Naruto shouted, to a willfully deaf and blind Neji. "Now, now children, there is no need for sharp words," Gai said warmly, clapping Neji on the shoulder. "I am sure you overheard my first two brilliant pupils as Rock Lee and Tenten; this young man is Neji Hyuga, an expert in his clans Gentle Fist style than even adults envy." "You're a prodigy?" Sasuke asked, giving Neji a considering look. "He was the best in our year," Tenten supplied when Neji just scoffed. "So was I, so maybe this will be worth my time," Sasuke said. "Hey I'm pretty great too ya know!?" Naruto cut in. Rock Lee was suddenly brimming with excitement, "Gai-Sensei, if their team structure is the same as our own, perhaps I could be the first to test Sasuke-Kun's metal?" Sasuke sent Lee a withering look that went cheerfully ignored, "I don't have time to waste on you." Kakashi however clapped, "I think that sounds quite fun, Sasuke-Kun can fight Lee-kun, Naruto can test himself a different genius for once and then the girls can fight." Sakura and Tenten's gazes met and then turned on Kakashi with the force of a forest fire, so much so that even her usually lax Sensei suddenly looked a touch uncomfortable. Tenten was the first to break the stand off, "Well I would like to see how that sword works, it uses Chakra Flow right?" "You've got good eyes, senpai," Sakura said, eyeing the girls outfit, "I assume you pull your weapons out of scrolls?" Tenten's grin grew, "Oh I like you, good deduction." "Now that we are all friends, let us begin with the first match!" Gai cheered, as Kakashi guided a sullen Sasuke to the middle of the training field where a bouncing Lee awaited him. Sitting down on the sidelines, Sakura scanned their arena, 'Water on one side, solid ground on the other, the trees pretty far away and the training posts are behind us, so not many environmental advantages.' Gai stood between the boys, waiting for Sasuke to bother taking a stance and when he finally relented with a sigh, the man cheered, "Begin!" It was over embarrassingly fast. One moment Lee had been several meters away and the next he'd planted his palm directly in Sasuke's chest sending him hurtling across the training field and careening across the grass before he barely skidded to a stop. "Haha, bush brows kicked your ass!" Naruto cheered. "Shut up, idiot!" Lee was behind him in an instant looking so much taller and bulkier than Sasuke as he cheerfully smiled down at him and said, "You should not get distracted during a fight," as he practically lobbed him across the training field. Sasuke recovered better this time, and when Lee blurred towards him. 'How is he so fast!?' the spandex clad boy was met with a massive Katon Jutsu, the blistering ball of flame swelled and then- It stopped. Lee had burst right through it, the sheer force of his passage parting the flames before he delivered a gut punch that drove Sasuke to his knees. Kakashi was giving Gai a look, "He was really the dead last?" Gai nodded, pride clear on his features, "Rock Lee is a genius of hard work, his will of fire unquenchable, and I assure you this is only a taste of what he can do." Sakura sent Tenten a look and the girl nodded, "Yeah Lee's kind of a disaster around pretty girls, but put him in a fight and there's few people better."

“Does that mean he’s a disaster around you?” She said teasingly.

Tenten chuckled, “Careful, I might think you want to jump teams.”

“Who can say~”

Even as they joked her attention had not wavered from the fight. 'This is all going in the report,' Sakura thought, hand resting on the Sound Sword, as she watched Sasuke make one desperate, final charge only to get swept off his feet and caught in a lock where all he could do was wiggle. "All right, I think that's enough," Kakashi cut in with a chuckle. Lee let Sasuke up and for a moment it looked like Sasuke was going to turn around and maul him, before he glanced down at Lee's hands, the bandages having loosened ever so slightly, 'Sages what kind of training does he do!?' "Your form was most excellent, Sasuke-kun, and that Katon was one of the hottest I have torn through, I hope we can fight again in the future," Lee said politely. Sasuke forced a sharp little nod at Lee's respectful words, and joined them on the sidelines with Lee, looking very worse for ware. Naruto and Neji were up next and as the boy boasted about being 'way stronger' than Sasuke, Sakura leaned in to whisper to Tenten, "So whose stronger, Lee or Neji, or you?" The other girl smiled but shrugged, "Depends what you mean by strength, though if you want to be technical, Lee's never won a spar against Neji. However," He eyes flickered to the orange leg warmer, "Its been a long time since he's fought all out so its hard to compare them, and Neji's style is annoyingly well suited to countering mine so." she waved her hand "We all can kinda balance each other out, if we go all out." Nodding and muttering her thanks she turned her full attention to the fight where Naruto laying on the ground after a sharp two hit combo sent him crashing to the down. "Are we done with this farce?" Neji sniped. "Not on your life," Naruto spat, shooting up and forming a familiar hand sign, "Kage Bunshin!" Dozens upon dozens of Naruto clones appeared in flashed of smoke. "Damn, that boy must have a lot of energy," Tenten murmured, before adding, "Or too few brains." 'Its both,' Sakura thought as Naruto's clones just hurled themselves at Neji with reckless abandon, popping and bursting with such speed and frequency they almost made a cloud before the horde was dismantled. Naruto was on his back again, panting, as Neji scoffed, "A thousand, or ten thousand would make no difference, those fated to fail with lose, no matter their effort or numbers." "You... Scared?" Naruto gasped, as he forced himself up again. Neji smirked, "Hardly, its rare I get to use lethal techniques in practice, especially against large numbers, ailing as your skills are, this is at least amusing. So try and try again, only to break upon the rocky shore of your inadequacy." "That's way too many big words for me!" Naruto roared, unleashing another horde of clones. Unlike Lee & Sasuke's fight this was dragged on, though it was clear Neji could end it whenever he wanted.

After the second clone rush and a near miss, he'd tagged Naruto's collar with a few sharp cuts that were never recreated on the clones so he could always find the original. With that done, he mostly occupied himself testing out mass combat and murder techniques on his willing punching bag until Naruto could barely stand, fingers brought together he grunted, "Kage-" "That's enough, good show Naruto-kun," Kakashi cut in, shuffling the boy off to the side where he promptly flopped onto the ground and started snoring. 'Oh we're making such a good impression, I just know it,' Sakura thought despairingly. "Welp, our turn," Tenten cheered jumping to her feet, and motioning for Sakura to follow. Rising to join her, she strode behind the other girl, "Given we use blades should we hold back at all?" Tenten hummed, before glancing over her shoulder, "Gai-Sensei, you'll jump in if it looks like one of us might accidentally cut something important off right?" "Yosh, of course Tenten-Chan, go at this with full force and all the power your youth brings you!" 'Wait what?' Sakura was grateful Kakashi seemed just as put out, but before she knew it, Tenten has loosed a horde of shuriken at her and it was all she could do to dodge them. 'Wires!' She thought, as the spiraling blades swerved after her, guided by a grinning Tenten. Snatching up her sword, Sakura brought it up to guard, Chakra flowing and tapped it against her gloves metal guards, loosing a burst of sound that sent the weapons back. Then Tenten swept her feet out from under her, "Don't forget to watch your back," The girl said, drawing her weapons back in and falling into a ready stance. 'Well at least you're trying to teach me rather than kick my ass,' Sakura thought, falling into her own lose Kenjutsu stance and readying for another exchange. ________________________________________________________ Kakashi watched the final fight with mock disinterest, mentally calibrating his Genin against Gai's, his expectations against the reality. 'I still don't believe that boy could be anything but a genius,' He thought, recalling how easily Lee had trounced Sasuke. His own experiences with hard working Genin falling before him informing this stance. 'Still, it shows how much growth Genin can have under the right circumstances,' he amended, watching as Sakura was more slowly overwhelmed by Tenten, each exchange a lesson rather than a beatdown. Sakura’s little sound shockwave had been a surprise, and Chakra blades were an inherent advantage in combat, but Tenten's style was overwhelmingly varied and seemed unfamiliar to Sakura. Even with her good senses, his Genin was mostly just prolonging the fight. Finally Sakura made her last play, leaping onto the lake and trying to use a brief moment of shock to her advantage. Unfortunately for her, only Kakashi and his students were surprised, because Tenten didn't miss a beat and soundly disarmed the other girl with a breakable bo staff and got her in a lock. 'When did she learn that... Kabuto probably, or on her own,' Kakashi hummed, going into auto pilot as the girls retired and Gai began having the girls breakdown their thought processes from the fight, likely aware if he asked most of the boys another less sanctioned fight would break out. 'Maybe the academy just underestimated her,' a part of him wondered, thinking back to her little research station and plying older Genin for ideas. 'Its possible... The academy was just boring, Sasuke certainly found it so...' Something still didn't quite sit right with him, but given the skill of Gai's Genin, Kakashi couldn’t use them as a gauge for what to expect from regular Genin putting him right back at square one. Shrugging it off, he put in his two Ryo and watched as a few more spars passed by with only limited incident, and Sakura continued to be the only one on his team with any interest in socializing, as was typical, such a nosy girl.

After seeing Gai's team off, he dumped a D rank on them and went to have a read. That night, Sakura's report included four new personality profiles.

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