#but obito let him run free

[wind-becomes-lightning]

... uh about a year?

[helloledena]

Uh-oh... I'm falling in love~

Synopsis: Kakashi though he had everything under control, especially his feelings. But one ninja from Village hidden in mist was enough to change that. Oh how wrong he was...

Pairing: Kakashi x Reader (but in Kakashi's pov 🙂‍↕️)

Content: fem! reader, slow burn, strangers to "something" to lovers, light smut, mention of depression, lot's of thoughts, lot's of confusion.

Word count: 8.3k (😬)

A/N: Kakashi's character is so complex and hot and hard to write and hot and tragic but hot, so yeah, love him so much *.*

pervert.

When the saleswoman at his favorite bookstore gave him a raised eyebrow, all Kakashi could do was smile while scratching the back of his head in a manner that reeked of humor.

"I understand why you wanted to read Make-out Paradise… but now even the other two books?"

"What can I say, it really drew me in."

"And.. you say you've read it..."

"Yes, I've read it three times already, I think it's time to find out what happens in the sequel, don't you think? Hahaha" he let his body wiggle a little, and his free eye rolled up into a smile.

"Pervert," the girl muttered as she slid off the counter and went to get more books.

The ninja tiredly scanned the other books on display on the counter. The well-known novel "Life of a shinobi: Honor or Death" caught his eye. With a soft sigh, he picked up the book, turned it upside down, and began to stare at the wall clock that didn't actually work.

He would never admit it out loud, but reading an erotic novel, in which the most exciting thing is actually the various lovemaking positions, had become his new favorite way to distract himself. The distraction from the dead bodies he was cleaning after massacre several months prior; from the feeling of total guilt of allowing Itachi, the boy with soft eyes and always a calm expression on his face Itachi, to go and slaughter everyone in his clan; from death of his friends..

Not to speak of it, he realized that nothing calmed him as much as re-reading the same book with the light and warm plot. The fact that he could relive what he knew would end well gave him a sense of comfort that he hadn't experienced in a long time. Life was bearable again. Just a bit. Just a little bit more, he didn't want to kill himself.

"Your books,"  mumbled the saleswoman into her chin, still clearly under the impression, as she quickly took the money from him "enjoy the rest of your day."

"Thank you. Be sure that I will. Ha! I mean... not in that way..." the now blushing girl looked at him as if he had gone completely mad. He felt his own cheeks slowly warming up "well, anyway... I'm going now. You! You have a nice day... really nice day..."

His smiling aura slid at a moment as he left the shop. He put the third part of “Make-Out” in his shoulder bag, while opening the second one as he walked slowly in an unknown direction. What is he gonna do now? Maybe he should go to get some ramen? But he failed to keep Obito's promise, he couldn't save Rin from death, his father wasn't there to see how much he had progressed. Perhaps he could go back to that cursed rock again. Yeah, that seems like better idea.

"Kakashi!!!" he heard Gai shouting for him from a distance "my eternal rival!!!! Come! Let’s see who can drink more sake before nightfall!!"

But he just continued walking, looking at the first page of the book. He reminded himself that if he does not get involved no one would die because of him. If he doesn't intervene, it wouldn't hurt as much if someone from them died. If he doesn't get involved, perhaps those damn stubborn people would finally realize how truly awful person he is.

When he reached the next corner between streets, he was about to run the rest of the way, but a melodic voice froze him in his tracks.

"Are ninjas in this silly village not taught manners?" He turned and saw a girl leaning against one of the buildings at the corner. How, in the hell, hadn't he noticed her presence before? He decided to let his visible eye wander into a something that seemed like smile.

"I really don’t know what you’re talking about…"

"Pfft" the girl continued to lean her head against the wall, staring at Kakashi with a smirk on her face; her relaxed body language contradicted the words she spoke to him, as if she wasn't intimidated in the slightest "The famous copy ninja Kakashi Hatake, known to all bounty hunters, his name written in more bingo books than can be counted... Yet, you appear to be even more of a creep than the old man who wrote that perversion you're reading"

Kakashi felt strange at her words, gripping his kunai knife tightly in the pocket of his pants. Was she an enemy? He quickly surveyed the area suspiciously as he seemed to be merely searching for a more comfortable way to stand. Hidden Mist Village headband... what the hell?

"Well.." now he was looking cautiously in the direction of the girl "you talk about manners, and you didn't introduced yourself... very hypocritical, don't you think?"

"Hmmm" the girl smiled again, and then pulled out a scroll from her pocket that opened in front of Kakashi "I have permission. And besides, I'm done with my work for now, so I’ll be leaving today. I was just wondering if you really are as cold hearted as everyone says..."

"And?" he looked away from the scroll, returning his gaze to the book that he still held open in his left hand "are they right?"

"I can only say that I'm disappointed" he felt the girl shrug her shoulders "well, see you next time, pervert."

He just hummed. Before he turned and continued walking towards that cursed, stupid rock, he heard the voice again.

"Oh, and did you hear," he looked and she was smiling very widely; something hot filled his stomach "that now the 4th part is being written? I mean, the creepy old man... you already know who I'm talking about."

She winked and disappeared from his sight as silently as she had come. As he continued to observe the now empty space where she had been a second ago, he felt feverishly lucky that he had not learned the girl's name. And if something happened to her, her name would not appear before his eyes in his nightmares.

mercy.

It was the 4th day of the chunin exams and Kakashi couldn't sit and wait any longer. The link with the birds that were relaying information about the happenings had been cut since Orochimaru had magically appeared, then disappeared. He felt nervous. He felt nervous and noticed that it came out in the way he peeled an orange, in the way he would grip the doorknob when he left the room to get some air, and in the way his leg bounced every now and then.

Perhaps he shouldn't have been so harsh with Iruka a few days earlier, saying that his students were now warriors. But he knew that if he had shown even a fraction of the insecurity he felt, his decision would not have carried the authority that now have. So because he wanted his ego to remain intact he left the company of the other jonin, who would probably feel his nervousness at any moment, then climbed onto the roof of the Hokage building and let the sun caress him.

They have the best chance to survive in the shinobi world if they ruthlessly face every obstacle. They have the best chance to survive in the shinobi world if they ruthlessly face every obstacle. I did not send them to their deaths. I did not send them to their deaths. Kakashi repeated those sentences to himself more than he would like to admit.

With big sigh he opened the 3rd book of Make-Out and stared blankly at the pages.

"Hahahaha, wait, wait, you're still reading that nonsense? How long has it been? 4 years?"

His smile curved beyond his will, though she didn't see it because of his mask. He didn't hear her when she got closer to him, like few years prior. How wonderful...

"And who are you?" he looked at her now with his head tilted to the side.

"Oh, that hurts, you know" said the girl with a sneer in her voice, sliding next to him "I know I'm not that *ultra famous* like you are, but we've already met. Plus even I have a target on my head now. These criminals' bingo books, blah blah" and Kakashi was aware of that. When he was in the Land of Waves on a mission with his team, about a month ago, he took Zabuza's bingo book with him. As he flipped through the pages he saw a familiar face, although for a moment he was slightly unsure if it was the girl he met a few years ago. The scar on her cheek was new...

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Name: y/n

Rank: unknown, approach with caution

Village of Origin: A Hidden Mist village, Land of Water

Known Techniques: water manipulation, blood manipulation

Orders: wanted dead or alive

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"Ah, many new faces lately..." he cooed while watching over village in those quiet moments. How the hell she keep finding him when he is alone? And he didn’t have much alone time since becoming leader od Team 7.

"By the way, your kids are holding up well there, as far as I could see" - now he looked at her "if I hadn't seen other things in my life, I would say that they are very young. But we both know it could have been worse. They'll finish the obstacle... they had that crazy determined look in their eyes about half a day ago."

"Search birds are not working for 3 days now."

"Ah well, we "watermen" don't use birds for surveillance. That's what you should have learned at your sweet little academy."

"The fact that you're not on the organizing team for this exams and yet have your own means of monitoring shouldn't surprise me?" Kakashi knew more than he asked. The ninja of the Village Hidden in the Mist were not at all interested in the official ninja ranking that the other villages held so dearly. They were ruthless warriors, deadly as soon as they left the academy, probably even then at chunin level. Now this is simply gathering information… he was aware of that from the moment the first registration from that village for the chunin exams in the last 7 years came. Only Kakashi wanted to know why…

"You know" the girl now closed her eyes and laid so still for a few minutes that the copy ninja thought she fell asleep "even though the rest of the ninjas in my village are furious because of what happened to Zabuza, I'm very grateful to you. I mean, I really wasn't the least bit touched by anything that happened to that... that.. him. But the way you treated Haku's body…"

Kakashi felt his stomach acid rising in his throat. Haku... another mistake of his. Another victim of chidori that shouldn't have been. Haku had a soul as pure as snow, Haku should have escaped... Haku shouldn't have ended up like Rin.

"In any case" now she opened her eyes, slightly teary, keeping Kakashi rooted in place "you showed mercy that our village has not experienced in a long time. Thank you for that. Especially since it was a boy who was kind."

Kakashi let out a soft breath although to his ears it was almost as loud as a scream. No one had ever seen him that way. No one had ever called him merciful... He felt dizzy... what the hell was this woman doing to him...

"Didn't you say last time that you made sure I'm cold-blooded like everyone says?"

"I think I actually said that I was disappointed. And by disappointed, I meant that I was expecting someone with a dirty aura, and I got something completely opposite."

Kakashi hummed, now loking at the village. But still feeling her eyes on him.

"And didn't you say you don't remember me?"

"Huh. Tushe."

stupid distraction.

Ever since he saw y/n at the time of chunin exams, Kakashi actually, even 6 months later, hasn't stopped seeing her. It turns out that y/n has actually been in high demand in the Lands of Water since last January, with a huge bounty on her head. Words circulated that with her blood manipulation, she forced the Mizukage's own brother to cut himself bit by bit with his blade until he died by his own hand in a pool of blood. Rumor has it that she left a letter written in his blood which said that his death was compensation for the rape of the girls from the Village Hidden in the Mist, one of whom is her cousin. Since blood revenge is completely justified in the villages of more southern longitude, the Mizukage made all the criminals of those villages duty to kill y/n on the spot or bring her alive. That's why she is in all bingo books.

He hadn't heard much about on whose permission she was in Konoha before, but when Tsunade came back and became Hokage she gave y/n asylum and declared her an auxiliary force. It turns out that during the chunin exams, she helped the village a lot in monitoring the enemy even though she didn't have to and therefore Tsunade befriended her very quickly.

What Kakashi really couldn't understand at the begining was how everyone got close to her so quickly. He found himself pretty often following y/n as she moved around Konoha, looking for anything that would make his suspicion justified. He watched when she stops by the market for fresh fruits and veggies, or talks to Kurenai in the street with a big smile, or when she practices her water control by the stream next to half a kilometer from the memorial stone. He wished he could just stand next to her and feel the warmth radiating from her up close again as she squirmed when she talked.

Which was out of the question now, sure, because she didn't want to talk to him anymore. But it certainly didn't stop him from being attracted to her warmth. Of course, it wasn't like that for the whole 6 months, it even seemed to him that she enjoyed being in his company for the first month. She kept popping up, each time making no sound as usual and going on and on about how Naruto had gotten stronger, how Kakashi needed to be more gentle with Sasuke, how maybe it was better for Sakura to learn 1 on 1 new techniques to help her reach personal, not someone else's potential. She told him how in her village she liked to go to the banks of the harbor early in the morning and look for children who were fishing by themselves and to use her "magic" to pull out a few fish. They would laugh and call y/n princess of the sea. With a very serious expression on her face she listed endless crazy reasons why Kakashi could wear a mask and swore in front of everyone present (even though they were actually alone) that one day she would find out what his face looked like. And when she talked she was beautiful.. actually, she was always beautiful. He mostly listened in silence, allowing the warm feeling in his chest to grow little by little with each of their conversations. He realized that he began to take the path to the memorial stone more often where there was a better chance of her jumping out. Once, she even came along with him as far as the stone itself, bowed and stood quietly for a while before whispering "at least you have a place to mourn your loved ones."

 However, that huddled routine that Kakashi looked forward to more than he'd like to admit stopped 10 days after Sasuke disappeared, and he ran into her for the first time after the failed mission. "You shouldn't blame yourself, you did everything you could" she was silent for a few minutes "I don't think you really could have stopped him.. you said yourself that Sasuke was stubborn. If you managed to bring him home, the question is whether he would still want to be a part of the team...". When Kakashi was still silent and tried to turn and leave she spoke again "When I lost my cousin I couldn't sleep for days, I blamed myself and wanted to die. But I realized that what was happening to us was inevitable, if she had survived then maybe the Mizukage would have sent his guards and...” “You trying to cover your guilt with failed excuses shows what person you are like.. I will not live in such a miserable field” when the anger came out of him with that sentence Kakashi realized how wrong he was and tried to speak again, but a cold "I got it, go bathe in guilt if that's what you want" cut him off with eyes that glared at him. Y/n left after that and didn't speak to him again to this day.

So he was left to watch her from a distance. In moments when he felt lonely he blamed her. He often let his frustration get the better of him and then tried to talk to others about his doubts and pin his ugly feelings on y/n. Unfortunately for him, everyone loved her, starting with Gai who was finally getting a talkback about the flower of youth and someone with whom his passionate level would be similar.Kurenai finally felt close to a female ninja and laughter could always be heard from Tsunade's office when she was in. Genma showed a closeness to her like he hadn't with anyone in a long time... Kurenai even mentioned that they went on a date after some difficult mission. Which is perfectly fine and didn't leave Kakashi choking on a feeling he hadn't felt before at all. Hot again, but not in a nice way, it even felt a little like anger. And now he was standing in the Hokage's office wondering how a ninja with chakra that was impaled on a water core could cause so much fire.

"Well Kakashi, it's time for another S-rank mission" Tsunade smiled at him, holding sake in her left hand. It was already dusk and her paperwork work was due in about an hour, so her advisors weren't in the room "I hope you had enough time to rest."

"And if I said I didn't, it wouldn't change the situation much" he wasn't looking anywhere in particular while keeping his hands in his pockets. He was on the last mission for a full 3 weeks. Of course he was chakra exhausted. Of course he felt tired. Of course he wanted to do nothing but sleep, read Make-out, and visit the memorial stone. And check out what y/n is doing…

"You know yourself that the level of missions has increased since the death of the 3rd Hokage and the destruction of the village. All our enemies strike us now because they're hoping to catch us in weakness. Unfortunately we don't have enough jonin to cover the steady increase in S rank missions...so there is no time for long breaks. This one is especially hard, so you'll get an escort."

"Ah, escort..." now he was looking at the ceiling, how interesting tiles... "didn't you say that sending couple jonin rank ninjas on a mission is a waste of resources? That it should be done only in exceptional cases? Or you've actually started caring about me? In that case my heart is about to break…"

"This is an exceptional case, Kakashi" Tsunade got up from the chair and sat on the table directly observing Kakashi "the fact is that many jonin go on missions with their genin and chunin and they consider it a kind of vacation, because all those missions are B rank at worst. However, that privilege has been taken away from you since Sasuke escaped and Naruto went to train who knows where with Jiraiya" when she noticed that Kakashi would not respond to her remark she sighed deeply and continued "since this mission involves going into enemy territory you will take escort."

"Enemy territory?"

"Land of Waves to be precise. Y/n was already notified this morning that she has been assigned an S rank mission and will need to be your guide and support."

"Y/n?!" Kakashi felt his anger spreading through his body, so he tried with all his might, fists clenched in his pockets, to calm his breathing; he spoke very slowly and quietly "y/n has a huge bounty on her head in those villages. Or did you miss that? They will kill her as soon as she gets close."

"The scroll that was stolen is very important to Konoha, Kakashi " she held the tip of the nose with her eyes closed "y/n knows the risk and she accepted it. It was her duty at the end of the day" as she looked at him determinedly "as it was yours to take orders from the Hokage. You have a mission to complete, and for efficiency you'll bring a guide with you, who, if I must remind you, is also a jonin who does S-rank missions. You will take care of each other."

"You can't send her with me" he couldn't stop his legs from getting a little closer to her "you can't send her there, it will only be a big distraction."

"The decision has been made" she handed him the scroll looking at him resolutely "the deadline for the mission is 1 week. If you do not return by then, help will be sent to you. All the details are in the scroll, I expect a successful report when you return. That's it, you can go."

"But, Lady Tsunade –"

"That's it Kakashi" a small crack was heard from the wood of the table that cracked under Tsunade's pressure "you can go."

Damn it he thought.

i’m so sorry.

"Of course you're late" y/n looked at Kakashi leaning against the wall of village gate, her bag on the floor between her legs.

"You won't believe what an infestation of angry geese was in front of my house" he smiled at her, scratching the back of his head.

"Yes, yes. Move then..." she just walked away leaving him standing there for a few moments staring at her. He wondered if she knew where he was going before every mission. He wondered if she could see through his acting with that haunting gaze.

-

After few hours passed, in not so pleasant but endurable silence, air was getting colder. Kakashi felt his fingers slowly tingle, frantically trying to warm them in his pockets.

"Fuck.." muttered next to him y/n holding a finger in the air that was covered in water and her chakra "fuck, fuck."

"What's wrong?" he asked quietly, observing their surroundings. They were around 25 kilometers away from Konoha for a pretty short time because they were running most of the way wanting to reach the border of Land of Water by evening. It's only about an hour to the small town. They were currently in an open area and Kakashi desperately wanted to get out of the way as soon as possible.

"Once every few years Land of Water gets a period of so-called „false winter“"y/n blurted out through her teeth, keeping her gaze still on the water that was wrapped around her finger "you see? There is a thin layer of hoarfrost gathering on the surface. It's not cold enough to freeze, but maybe, in 2 days, it will be enough."

"And what do those winters look like? Should we expect snow?"

"Probably not. The problem with this winters is that they are very cold and wet. On the other hand they never last more than a week. But people freeze to death because winters come so suddenly, so we have to be very careful. And of course, to return home as soon as possible."

"Clearly..." Kakashi spoke in a moment, swearing at his fate. This mission probably couldn't get any worse.

He watched y/n wipe hands on her pants, and warming the hand she had attached the water to by slowly blowing into it. He couldn't resist the urge and slowly put his hand on her shoulder. She looked at him with a look that almost brought him to his knees. Honest, clean, which allows the color of her eyes to completely come to the fore.

"Don't worry" he said quietly, now in some incomprehensible fear of not scaring her further, and with a huge desire to slowly dance his fingers on her face... to get rid of every concern "we will finish this mission successfully. Everything will be alright."

"Mhm" the girl in front of him uttered a falsely cheerful voice "and even if something happens, you won't have to swim in pool of pathetic excuses so I'm not even worried about you" she slipped out of his touch with the speed of an eye blink "it's time to go and find a room if we don't want to sleep in the cold."

"Y/n..." he tried

"Come on" she interrupted him already ready for a new round of running "don't lose sight of me."

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When they arrived at the room they had barely rented as it was the last one in a shack at the very end of a famous town, within reach of a Village Hidden in Mist, Kakashi thanked every exalted being that existed for the 2 large separte beds in their room. As he made the beds, placed the maps on the floor of the room, took the food out of his bag, he listened to the sound of the shower coming out of the bathroom and suddenly he felt terribly hot. Although he had never been intimate with a woman... or anyone really, out of constant fear of getting hitched and that person dying, Kakashi actually often felt very lustful. It had appeared in flashbacks before, when he saw a pretty girl at one of his missions, when he passed a public women's bath, when he was reading his books... however he had never wanted something or someone so much that it made him act on that lust. The present moment, on the other hand, was driving him completely insane. Yes, he thought y/n was very very beautiful and her strong character was surprisingly attractive. He thought her smile was as sweet as honey and there was nothing warmer than her beautiful disposition. And yes, sure, one time when they happened to be together in a bar with mutual friends, not talking to each other of course, he got surprisingly turned on by one look at her bare legs. Although now he thought that that arousal could not even be considered arousal because what he was feeling right now was 10 times stronger. When he realized that if he continued like this he would either go crazy, or unwillingly go and do something.. with her, or cum within a full minute Kakashi went into deep concentration considering the mission.

After a few minutes y/n came out in a plain t-shirt and shorts, no bandages on her arms and legs so now he could see a lot of small cuts on the lenght of her arms. He felt that she could see that he was looking at her and he just kept his eyes on her waiting for her to speak.

"We have very hard endurance training as kids" y/n muttered noticing Kakashi is staring at her "they're not as gentle with us at the academy as they are with you. Especially if you are female."

"I understand" he looked at her with full attention "it must have been difficult for you."

"Of course it was" she threw herself on the bed with a sigh, letting her wet hair fall on the pillow "although we don't talk much about it. What happened happened."

"Does it bother you that I saw?" he left the question floating in the air. Her thighs were dripping with water that she hadn't wiped off. He wondered what it would feel like to run his lips over them.

"No" she fell silent a little and looked him directly in the eye "even though I don't agree with you about some things, I believe you. I've seen how you treat others. You always put someone else's life before your own and I really appreciate that. So the result is that I'm not ashamed of who I am right now. At least not in front of you."

Kakashi's legs walked on their own towards the bed where y/n lay. He wanted to comfort her, he wanted to kiss every cut on her body, he wanted to show her that she can show her vulnerable side. When she saw him coming towards her y/n sat down in a meditation pose leaving room for the ninja to sit on the other end of the bed which he did. When some time had passed Kakashi removed the headband from his other eye and looked at her with both eyes open. He noticed how the girl in front of him was trying like hell not to stare at his sharingan now, her eyes darting left and right as she paid attention to both eyes.

"I'm so sorry" mumbled Kakashi "I'm so fucking sorry for what I said the last time we spoked. If I could, I would do everything differently."

She watched him quietly. Then uncertainly reached out a shaky hand and touched his scar just below his eye which made Kakashi wince. What the hell was he thinking?! If she wanted to, she could have dug out his eye and taken it to the enemy!

"Sleep. Tomorrow is a tough one" he spoke harshly when, without looking at her again, he stood up and went to take a shower. Then hating himself, he entered the room again and saw her pretending to sleep with slightly red eyes from crying.

regrets.

The next day, they were already passing few small communites, moving through the Land of Waves. They only had a few more hours of walking left before they entered the Village Hidden in the Mist, and darkness was already slowly falling. Both of them had bought long coats on their way out of the city, so that the cold, which was slowly but surely getting into their bones, could be endured. However, Kakashi was feverishly aware of one thing – this all seemed too easy. They hadn't encountered a single ninja so far, there was no sign of anyone noticing who y/n was and the road was passable without control.

"Probably because of the cold " y/n mumbled trying to gather the cold mist into droplets on her palm when Kakashi shared his worries with her "I told you people doesn't handle it well enough in these parts."

"Hmm" he watched as the mist and chakra slowly danced and merged at the tip of her palm, making water "it would certainly be good if we didn't linger here for much longer. Considering how in demand you are here and how cold it can be."

"It's good that we left most of the things in that hut" now she let the water slowly drip from her fingers "being overloaded would only slow us down. And since sleeping in any hut here is not an option because of our bountys, and sleeping outside is not because of the cold, we can only finish the mission tonight and return to the hut tomorrow night."

"Sure thing, lady" he hummed.

-

It was the dead of night when they were half a kilometer from the base, which did not seem protected. Guards were probably inside because of the cold, Kakashi thought. The fog enveloped them and honestly suffocated him slightly even with the mask he always wore. When the wind blew, it would whip his face and make him shake for a moment. It was very cold. He watched as y/n looked at the white rabbit with small cut on right ear in confusion, crouching. He took out his kunai sorry little guy.

"No" she spoke quietly next to him "white rabbits are not always a distraction... don't worry."

"I hope you didn't trick me...trust me i will find out and it won't end well for you."

She glared at him, tilting her head to the side... a sarcastic smile moved to adorn her lips.

"How are you not ashamed?" she whispered, but because of the silence of the night he heard her very well "I sacrificed myself for your village in this half year than for mine my whole fucking life" she poked him in the chest with her finger "I was more polite to you than you deserve. And I would have fucking killed you in your sleep last night if I wanted to."

"You remained as fiery and hot as the last time I saw you" spoke a voice from the shadows behind them. Kakashi lifted his headband and grabbed the shuriken in his pockets. However a stiff y/n caught his attention more.

"Y/n" the copy ninja cracked "y/n what's going on?!"

"Shino..." she whispered confusedly looking into the darkness. How the hell do these swamp ninjas manage to be so damn quiet??

"What's up beautiful," out of the darkness, where y/n was looking, a tall ninja came out with the band of the village hidden in the mist hanging around his neck. His entire body except face was covered in bandages and a blade similar to Zabuza's was attached to his back… this is not good "you know I missed you."

"You tried to kill me" Kakashi watched y/n holding outstretched hand in front of her, chakra on the surface of her palm trembled slightly "I trusted you and you tried to kill me."

"Princess" a sneer was heard in his voice, he raised both hands above his head as if he wanted to show her that he did not want to hurt her "business is business, nothing personal."

"I loved you and you tried to kill me" her voice trembled as she turned her hand upwards and the ninja fell to his knees still with a smile on his face, his blue eyes sparkling in the moonlight

Kakashi tried to use the Sharingan to quickly assess the situation, but realized that there was nothing to be gained from it. The fog was too thick, the night was too dark and he didn't fucking know what to do. Should he summon Pakun? Should he kill the asshole on the spot?

"I see you still like bad boys, princess. But you yourself know that in the end you are regretted by everyone, in the end everyone sees how weak you are." Shino spoke with difficulty on his knees, a grimace on his face, probably due to blood manipulation "you still chose none other than Kakashi of sharingan. I'm impressed" he was looking at Kakashi now, a dirty smile returning to his lips "you know the redwater brothers want you dead ever since you killed Zabuza... that wasn't nice of you Kakashi."

"Ah, business is business, isn't it, nothing personal" Kakashi smiled with his eyes.

"Hah" Shino looked at y/n again "honestly, I never even loved you. What has to happen happens."

Then several things happens at once. Kakashi saw the ninja on his knees turning into water with his sharingan, and heard rustling behind them. Fucking water clone.

"Fucking shit -" Kakashi whispered furiously under his breath, quickly turning on his heels and activating chidori. A few seconds passed before he stood behind y/n shielding her back and pierced the spot where Shino's heart was with his chidori. The ninja fell from his hand, along with his blade with a dull thud. Kakashi turned to look at y/n who was looking at him with wide eyes and felt a searing pain in his chest. With a low curse he fell to his knees as he realised that he was almost cut open in half.

"No!" y/n shouted as she quickly knelt in front of him with her hands glowing with chakra "Kakashi, Kakashi, keep your eyes on mine."

Is this it? He thought as his head reeled. Although his eyes seemed to be open, he saw nothing. He only heard the soft sound of chakra vibrating somewhere nearby and shallow breats. Maybe some whimpers. But he wasn't sure.

"Kakashi! I will never talk to you again if you die now" a distant soft voice cracked "I can't lose you. I don't want to lose you."

"I l-lied" he spoke quietly, not sure if she heard him at all, but he tried anyway "you are very brave... so brave it scares me... So, of c-c-course you are not week. Of course you're not a dis-straction. Of course I don't regret going here with y-you."

"Look at me, I'm begging you."

The last atoms of power Kakashi focused on what appeared to be y/n's face. When his vision sharpened a little he saw a smile or a twitch, he wasn't quite sure, and the beautiful color of the eyes that he had come to love so much.

"You are so beautiful."

lavander.

When Kakashi woke up in a dark room that smelled of lavender he was sure he was dead. He tried to blink hard a few times and shake the sleep from his eyes before he managed to sit up. His mask was still there, though he was dressed in plain clothes and covered with a thick blanket. Although he was warm, the air in room was cold. He realized that he was in the hut where he and y/n had left their things before they went to the Land of Waves. When he turned to the right he saw lavender in a pot and a small letter. He took the letter and began to read.

By all accounts you should wake up before I’m back. I left medicinal herbs, tea and food on your table. Don't even think of touching the bandage. I managed to sew up the wound completely, but it's better that the bandage soaked with medicinal water stays until I return, just in case. Of the flowers in the local flower shop, there were only lavenders because of the winter, I hope you are not allergic. Hehe. I went to get that stupid scroll and finish the mission so I'll be back soon. Don't follow me. You lost a lot of blood and strength. Please wait. I'll be back, trust me.

P.S. I didn't peek under your mask. Pinky promise.

-

Those few hours in which Kakashi drank all the tea, ate all the food and thought about the best way to go after her, felt like days. He realized with great amazement that y/n had somehow managed to heal entire wound which now only itched, not hurt. He felt very exhausted as he looked out the window at the rain falling wrapped in a blanket. It must have been terribly cold outside. How many days did he sleep? How is y/n? Is she hurt? What if they catch her and kill her? What if she's already dead? How many days has she actually been out of the hut? If she is dead he will kill everyone who is responsible. But he is responsible... He let his guard down and let that jerk almost kill him and that's why y/n is out there alone now. He won't be able to live with himself if she's dead. He was too tired. He will rest for only half an hour more and then he will leave. Towards her. Yes, that sounds like a good idea.

Knock knock.

Kakashi stood up with his heart pounding. They found him. But if they found him that means they will wait there for y/n to come back and then kill her easily. He took the kunai, opened the sharingan eye and cautiously approached the door. He wouldn’t let that happen. When he flung open the door he saw y/n with gentle eyes watching him, a scroll in one hand, a Shino’s blade in the other. She was wearing a normal ninja uniform and was soaked to the core. Y/n smiled widely at him but fatigue was very visible on her face. Her body was shaking uncontrollably from the cold.

"Oh thank heavens, you're awake" it came as sigh from her lips "I didn't want to drop any of this on the floor. Sorry if you had to get up. Everything went smoothly. Mission is complete."

He quietly helped her inside, took the things from her hands and put them on the floor. When he went to turn on the shower so that somehow hot water would warm up y/n he realized that there was no use because the water had frozen in the pipes.

"The shower doesn't work" he rasped and realized that it was probably the first thing he had said in days "change into something dry. We need to warm you up."

Kakashi then placed 2 blankets over each other on his bed and pulled y/n who was now only in a t-shirt and shorts (because that was the only thing dry) into bed with him. He hugged her tightly, limbs completely intertwined, his hands rubbing hers, trying to bring some warmth back into her body. All this with full awareness of how she was lying next to him in just shorts and a t-shirt. He fought the growing erection in his underwear, thinking about anything but the woman in his arms that he wanted more than anything else.

"I thought you were going to die" she spoke quietly against his chest, probably more to herself than to him, but he certainly heard her very clearly.

"You saved my life, Thank you" he mumbled against her hair.

Now she cocked her head hard and fast locking her eyes with his, fire in them, just the way Kakashi loved it.

"If it wasn't for you, I would be dead" she snapped angrily, holding his gaze with hers, now he kept his sharingan eye open "I just did one tolerable, but miserable thing."

"You are extraordinary. Really. I’m all heald now thanks to you. When I woke up today I felt like whole new person. Thank you" he lightly touched her cheek with his hand "And I don't know if that went through your crazy little head, but the last thing I want is to let people I care about die while I'm just watching from the sidelines. That very much includes you."

As if momentarily embarrassed, she looked away from him and brought her head back to rest on his chest. She breathed deeply.

When he noticed that the normal temperature was slowly returning to her body and the shivers stopped being so strong Kakashi let out a soft laugh.

"I don’t believe a thing you say,"

"What?" y/n cocked her head again looking into Kakashi's one open eye with a confused expression. That made him grin even wider.

"I don't believe you didn't look under the mask."

The girl in his arms scoffed looking at him with mocking eyes "My curiosity is big, but not so much that I want to play dirty. If i really wanted to see what's underneath I'd make you show me yourself."

"And?" Kakashi felt his breath slowly run out of anticipation "do you want to see it that badly?"

She looked at his mask silently then studied his open eye.

"You want to show me?" she asked quietly, and he just continued to watch her, with an unknown glow. She slowly removed both hands from the blanket and ran her fingers to the top of his mask. Her hands were shaking slightly and Kakashi realized with something, ah here it is again, very warm in his stomach that she wasn't shaking from the cold this time. Y/n slowly removed the mask from his face as he watched her carefully. When the whole cloth was finally removed, she sighed deeply. A soft smile graced her lips.

"Ah, what a disappointment" her gaze circled all over his face "nothing of the huge lips and horse teeth."

Kakashi felt his lips curl into a smile. He hugged her a little tighter.

"You are so beautiful. Gorgeous even." she looked him in the eye and now he was terribly, terribly hot all over. No one ever addressed those words to him. His body just moved closer to her until her lips were only inches away from his. He felt her breath brush his lips. He was waiting for her to do something… anything.. to give him the green light. Because no matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't move on his own. Such tender and fragile moments were not frequent in his life, and suddenly he was terribly afraid of breaking this too. However when y/n pressed her lips to his all worries were quickly erased from his mind.

They kissed deeply and slowly as he ran his hands all over her body. He made sounds he didn't know he was capable of, but realized that nothing compared to her sighs and moans from the kiss. He slowly moved from her lips to her neck which he had been watching for so long as they talked months from now, taking deep breaths.

"How perfect you are" he murmured as she melted in his arms. She ran her hands first over his shoulders, then his back, finally letting her hands go under his shirt. He moaned burying his head deeper into her neck.

"Kakashi..." came out of her mouth like a plea, as if it was too much for her.

"I know y/n, I know," he breathed a big, hard sigh as he held her hips tightly so she wouldn't move against him anymore. It was very clear to him that she felt how much he wanted her. And he now wanted her to show her how much he wanted her "can I touch you?"

She looked at him with a warm look and red cheeks, then nodded briskly.

He let his hand dance from her neck, over her stomach, down to her lower abdomen where he pressed his hand firmly.

He kissed all over her hands, all the little cuts he'd seen just a few days before.

"Perfect. So fucking perfect. Lift your hips for me pretty girl" he whispered softly.

When he took off her shorts and realized how wet she was, he almost cummed In his pants at that moment.

He just touched her enterance briefly and she moaned leaning into his touch. Nothing has happened yet and he was so fucking turned on. Turned on by her smooth skin, maddening smell, her sighs, moans... This is 100x better than any erotic novel. He slowly kissed her clit, than licked it experimentally. Y/n closed her eyes and left her hands flying to his hair, hips bucking up to meet his mouth.

'Look at me, let me see you" he darkly whispered against her pussy, looking at her with his both eyes. He then licked and sucked her swollen clit, eyes never leaving hers, making her moaning mess.

"Fuck Kakashi, fuck" she cried pressing one hand against her mouth, than changing mind and letting that hand grip on his hair too "i need you now. Please."

He stopped for a second watching her.

"Are you.. -"

"Yes, yes, and don’t you fucking dare to leave now."

"Sure thing pretty lady" he smiled against her heat.

He took his time, exploring every exposed piece of skin now that he took her t-shirt off too. He blinked open the sharingan again and he was so damn happy that he could predict how she would react to every touch. He looked at her; sprawled out underneath him, with her face flushed, lips swollen.

"Have I ever told you that you are perfect?" he had that boyish smile now, looking at her lovingly.

"Pervert" she grinned while kissing him quickly.

"Ah yes" he left few kisses to her neck again "I remember you calling me that a few times" he put his fingers on her clit making her to squirm with embarrassment.

"Please Kakashi" her voice was so fucking sweet "I need you. Please."

"Need you too" he mumbled against her lips "so much. My beautiful girl."

Then all he could feel was her. She clouded all five senses and he felt like he was going insane. It was over far too quickly.

"Madness" he whispered in her ear and nuzzled her neck, thrusting deep and steady "you are madness."

He gave a few last thrusts and reached down with his hand to help her finish. It wasn’t long until she was writhing and whimpering underneath him.

He kissed the top of her head before he pulled her into him protectively, feeling sleepy. Enjoying the feeling of her skin flush against his, her sweet smell and now steady breaths he felt his body completely relaxing.

As he slowly drifted off to sleep he asked quietly against her hair "do you want to go out sometime?"

[marvelmymarvel]

Revivals and Regrets

Madara Uchiha x Senju!Reader

Synopsis: With all of the Hokage's resurrected to help fight against the evils of Madara and Obito Uchiha, the oldest Senju has a brilliant idea to deal with Madara - and it just so happens to be reviving you... Much to Tobirama's disapproval.

A/n: I have not seen the Fourth Ninja War arc so this is (most likely) NOT accurate. But enjoy it anyway ;)

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Like always, Madara's presence was an issue and Hashirama was beginning to see how screwed they all were if he wasn't taken care of soon. He glanced at Tobirama who snarled down at the way Madara slaughtered the ninjas one by one without breaking a sweat. He hated him so much... And that fact alone made Hashirama fear what he would say once he voiced his crazy idea.

"We should revive Y/n"

Tobirama's head snapped to his older brother. For a split second, his eyes held shock and fear, but it quickly morphed into hatred. It wasn't that he hated you; Hashirama knew that.

It was something much darker than that.

"Are you insane? Why in the world would we resurrect our little sister?!" Tobirama spit out, causing the group around them to stare in confusion at what was happening. The third Hokage, however, knew why the second was so angry. Except, it wasn't anger. Sure it sounded like anger and felt like anger, but it was one thing and one thing alone.

Regret.

Tobirarma deliberately drove Madara out of the village, breaking your poor, innocent heart. He believed you would get over it and find someone else to love, but what he didn't plan for was you running away. Upon hearing that you had left, Tobirarma sent ANBU officers after you. While he was worried they wouldn't find you, the second he laid eyes upon your dead body, he wished they hadn't found you at all.

He didn't sleep for months.

"Tobirama, I know you don't want to face her, but she's our only hope-"

Tobirama scoffed, eyes rolling as he looked back down to the ninja being massacred below. Upon seeing just how few men were left, his gaze softened. Face his worst fear? Or let everyone die? Tobirama's eyes fell to his feet as the tears bubbled along his lashline. "Tobirama"

"Fine. Revive her"

Silence filled the space around him, his chest growing tight as he realized what he had just permitted. He managed to avoid you in the afterlife but he wasn't going to be able to run from you here. He turned back to watch the fighting below, but his eyes slammed shut as Hashirama chanted the jutsu out into the night air. Maybe if he just kept his eyes closed he could ignore you.

That wouldn't work though, he knew that.

A piercing screech sounded out causing his plan of being unavailable emotionally to fly out the window. He chanced a glance behind him, eyes open and wide at what he saw. The shrill cry that snapped him out of it was indeed flying from your lips, and your pained face made him want to die a thousand deaths. When someone is resurrected, they have the same feelings as the moment they died. Meaning that if you died a painful death and were revived, you would immediately feel that pain upon resurrection.

It would go away, once you realized you were no longer in pain, but hearing the sound you would have made in your last moments on earth made Tobirama want to run for the hills.

Hashirama wrapped his arms around you, coos flying from his lips as he tried to ease you into the living world. Tobirama couldn't stop himself, his body turning fully to face you and your confused state. Tears were streaming down your face, hands grasping at your neck as you fought for air. Your killers had slit your throat, making the image before him sicker than it would have been if he was free from that knowledge.

He did this to you.

Tobirama watched cautiously as you slowly began to take in your surroundings and the way Hashirama was holding you - Hashirama was always a better brother to you than he was. Tobirarma didn't have many regrets in his life, but all of them related to you.

~Your POV~

Your eyes wandered, searching for something in the crowd. What was it that you needed? The one thing you thought of before you died... You wouldn't remember until you saw-

Your face visibly softened, eyes widening as you took a shaky step towards him - your white-haired brother that you had been avoiding in the afterlife out of fear that he hated you. "Tobi?" you whispered. You could tell he wasn't expecting this outcome, what with how his eyebrows shot up in shock. You opened your mouth to say something, but the commotion below finally hit your ears and quiet mind, oh... You were revived for a reason.

You took in a sharp inhale of breath eyes widening as you raced towards where Tobirama was standing, but your eyes were no longer on him. If you could have died again from happiness, you would have. "Madara!" you cried out, mouth curving up into a loving smile.

"That's why we revived you, Y/n... We need your help with him"

Your head shot back to Hashirama, who was just as bewildered as Tobirama was - he knew you'd be excited to see Madara again. However, he was still reeling over your reluctance to run to Tobirama. They couldn't deny it, though. If Madara wasn't there, you would have indeed run to your brother. "Y/n," the white-haired man breathed out shakily. Now that you were here before him, the regrets came flooding back in. He should have let you marry the Uchiha, should have let you run away with him. But he was selfish.

He was the cause of your death.

Your mouth slammed shut, a frown replacing your smile as you gazed at the white-haired man behind you. The both of you took a deep breath.

"I'm so sorry"

Both of your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the other's apology. Hashirama's eyes flicked between the two of you before he rolled them. Stepping forward, he placed his hands on both of your shoulders.

"I'll spell this out since we don't have time. Tobirama, Y/n is sorry for running away and disgracing the clan. Y/n, Tobirama is sorry for banishing Madara and being the cause of your death" The eldest hoped that the explanation would do, but it only seemed to have caused more confusion.

Silence filled the air before you both proclaimed: "You aren't a disgrace" and "You weren't the cause of my death" to each other. Hashirama sighed; if the two of you had just worked this out in the afterlife, they wouldn't be in this situation-

"We do not have time for this!!!"

Your eyes traveled to a blonde boy who couldn't have been older than 17. You scoffed playfully before throwing a look at the fourth Hokage, "Your kid, I presume?" He nodded sheepishly before scolding the teen, reminding him about who he was talking to. "He's got that Uzumaki fire... I will say..."

"HEY!"

"Enough." Hashirama hissed out, stopping Naruto's anger in its spot. Hashirama gripped your shoulder harder, "Can you help us stop him? I fear he will only listen to you... After all, all of this is for you."

Your eyebrows furrowed. "For me? I didn't ask for this". The silence that followed made your stomach flip.

"Madara... He was so heartbroken upon hearing of your death that he waged war on the village. He managed to rope Obito Uchiha into this war. Obito similarly lost the love of his life, so it was easy for Madara to manipulate him."

You let out a groan at Hashirama's words. Of course, this was for you. This was Madara, after all. "Did my fan come with me?" your question flew back towards the group near where you were resurrected. There was a commotion as they scrambled to look for it, but a sigh of relief fell from your lips when one yelled that your fan did indeed come with you.

You muttered a 'thanks' as the shinobi handed you the weapon. The same weapon you'd use when sparring with Madara. It was rather funny when you thought of it, your ninjutsu being wind and Madara's being fire. But it worked.

Depending on how you use it, it could extinguish the flames or intensify them. You two were a match made in heaven. A smile once more grazed your lips as you cracked your neck and jumped on the balls of your feet, trying to pump yourself up for what would surely be a heated exchange.

But it wouldn't be of malice. Oh no, this would be of love.

"Oh Gods, how I love him," you breathed out, heart hammering as you felt the love and ecstasy fill every crevice of your body. The shinobis were quiet around you, eyes widening as they took in your growing excitement to be reunited with him. Was this Uchiha such a bad guy? He was destroying the world in your name... He was destroying the world in the name of love. It was then, as they watched your lips part, that he wasn't an evil man.

He was a love-sick one.

"MADARA"

The fighting paused for a second, and your eyes locked with his. Everyone gasped as the air shifted from malevolence to adoration within seconds of the name leaving your lips. Not wanting to waste another moment, you hopped down from the cliff, heart soaring as you counted the seconds until you'd be in his arms again.

Madara raced towards you, no longer killing the shinobi that got in his way. Instead, he pushed them off. His only thought was you. He wanted you, no - NEEDED you.

And he is finally going to have you.

Your landing shook the ground; knees bent as you caught your breath. But you barely had a moment to stand fully as Madara swooped you into his embrace. The shinobi seemed to stop chasing him and stood confused at the soft display in front of them. Was this the same man they were fighting seconds ago? Were you his weak spot??

One shinobi moved, mind set on slaughtering you, but Madara shot a glare his way, daring him to proceed. The fear that coursed through him made him stop, and it finally clicked.

This was all for you.

Your hand forced Madara to look at you again, "No more fighting, I'm here now" Madara nodded at your words. The war now meant nothing to him, not with you being beside him again. "I can't stop Obito..." he whispered in slight shame. He hated disappointing you, and he was afraid that this would cause you to hate him, but the smile rising on your lips told him otherwise.

"They'll handle him... Why don't we go spar? We have a lot to catch up on... My love"

[ladykissingfish]

*in the living room*

Obito: Gramps! Come on! Just let me go!

Madara: Boy. You’ve heard my say on the matter. Be a man and accept it.

Obito: I’m not a man, I’m only 13 years old! For Kami’s sake, just let me go trick or treating with my friends! All I want is a spooky good time!

Madara: You want me to not only let you out of this house looking like a depraved lunatic, but to allow you to parade from door to door begging for food, as if you’re not fed plenty at home? For shame, Obito.

Obito: *points* Mikoto is going!

Madara: That’s different. She’s taking a group of small children out. She works hard and can spend her free time as she pleases. But you? What do you do all day besides moon about and write terrible poetry about that eye-stealing Hatake boy?

Obito: He didn’t steal the eye, grandfather! It was a gift! And —

Mikoto: Boys. That’s enough. Grandfather, I do think you’re being a bit unreasonable. Let Obito go. If it makes you feel better, I’ll take him and his friends along with my group and keep an eye on them, and I’ll make sure he’s not “dishonoring” the Uchiha name. Alright?

Madara: *sighs* Very well. Go if you must, boy. Just know that my disappointment in you is —

Obito: *hugs Madara hard enough to crack his ribs* Thanks, gramps! Mikoto, give me twenty minutes and I’ll be ready! *runs upstairs*

Mikoto: Thank you for keeping the peace, grandfather. And don’t worry, I’ll —

Mikoto: Er … what are you doing?

Madara: *rummaging through the closet* Looking for — Ah! Here it is! *pulls out a giant spider costume*

Mikoto: What the hell is that for?

Madara: Remember I used to wear this at night to get baby Obito to relax and fall asleep?

Mikoto: Relax? You gave him a mini heart attack every time he saw you in that! It’s where his night terrors come from, and why he has such a fear of spiders now!

Madara: Mm. Well, if my grandson wants a “spooky good time”, I’m going to give him and his little friends the time of their lives. *puts on costume* You’ll see me later tonight, my dear. You and Obito. *transports away*

Mikoto:

**Once again based off of the fantastic menace headcanon of “Grandpa Madara” by @squidpus 😊**

[belit0]

Hi! Having been reading this blog for some weeks and a request just pooped in my mind, How would the Uchiha deal with a jelaous and possesive s/o?

Hey there darling! Glad to have u around!!

I literally lost this file in my writing folders and started to think that I hallucinated writing it, but here it is🥹🫱🏼‍🫲🏼

Indra

- Insanity feeds back on itself. Indra is the epitome of toxicity, the one who can't see (Y/N) talking to any man, needing to have her all to himself in every way. That his wife handles the same terrible language makes things easier, and provides quite interesting sex. Completely on his game.

Madara

- Adorable at times, exhausting at others. Madara himself has his issues with jealousy and possessiveness, but fights with all his might to overcome those terrible urges. Having someone unwittingly encourage him to engage in it is counterproductive, leading him astray. Sometimes it looks like a sign of love to him, until he comes to his senses.

Izuna

- The biggest NO in the world. Izuna is too free spirited to deal with that kind of crap, he finds it the most unattractive thing in the world. He doesn't waste time with the same woman for more than two nights, and when these comments come up, he realizes it's time to run away, get away from her, disappear from her life. He will never contact her again.

Obito

- The lines between cute and bad get blurred all the time, and (Y/N)'s attitudes make him feel comfortable enough in a bad way to express his own toxicity without problems. Obito knows it's wrong, but in an environment where jealousy is rife he doesn't care, and is even grateful to be able to be himself without fear.

Shisui

- He ghosts her faster than it takes a person to blink. Shisui, on the same side as Izuna, doesn't share his valuable personal time with troublemakers. Yes, he has broken more than one heart, but not necessarily for these kinds of reasons. At the first hint of such craziness, he abandons any contact with (Y/N), and stops answering her messages from one day to the next.

Itachi

- Let's talk about it. Itachi knows it's wrong, he identifies it perfectly, but he won't abandon (Y/N) alone with her problems. He encourages her to solve it, and every time a jealous accusation appears, he proposes a safe space to discuss it and fix the problem, always understanding and attentive to any context.

[chocol4tte]

Not long ago I read a fic where Kakashi, heir of a group of hunters was bitten by a werewolf and Obito, who was a witch that has been living for a long time, saves him and makes a deal with him.

It was pretty cool and boy did I wish it had a continuation. Here is the link if you are interested!!

However the idea of perfect hunter Kakashi, who lived by the rules, meets in a black market, 3 small creatures in even smaller cages, a 9 tailed fox named Naruto, Sasuke, a cub from the fearsome panther clan, and Sakura, a small flower fairy with a dormant hability to heal any wounds... and strength. All minors and way far away from their home.

The last thing to cross Kakashi's mind is to speak with them, nor even feel something similar to a pang of pity for them, even less to befriend them thanks to the cub fox that was a small ray of sunshine in that black market.

As days went by, and he was slowly gaining their trust and he even began to enjoy their company despite his usual cold demeanor, things had to get worse for all of them. There was a buyer renowned by his preferences in exotic creatures and dissect them for his personal collection, also known as Shimura Danzo, second in command of the hunter village.

Time was becoming something of a luxury before the inevitable happens, Kakashi observed his almost empty room, only adorned with a photo of his deceased father and himself as a kid... how his father was labeled as a traitor for being emphatic with monsters and executed for the same reason.

It's not until the last second when Danzo's goons are taking the screaming kids away, that Kakashi jumps in front of them, frees them, and takes them on his arms and shoulders to get the fuck away from there.

Everyone tries to stop the son of the traitor... now traitor from getting away from the village, he is running away from everyone and everything, running unaware that Danzo had with him werewolf venom in a crossbow arrow and shot Kakashi right on his right side, eithout hurting any kid. It didn't stop him however, he just kept running away, ignoring the pain and the muffle shock cries from the kids on his back and arms.

I'll continue this another time, my 102⁰ fever is killing me... next time would be Kakashi discovering what happened and welp... let's see how it goes.

[uchihagods]

giving obito head first thing in the morning drabble under the cut <33 tw: consensual somno, blow/hand job, overstimulation, reader’s obsessed with bito’s cock, pretty much pwp.

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IMPORTANT!… please, feel free to ignore if any of these topics trigger you; read at your own risk!

your eyes fluttered open once the sun’s rays were bright enough to break into your shared room through the wide window that was located on your right, where a very sleepy obito was snoring slightly with his mouth parted; the sheet was barely covering his body due to all the movements your husband managed to do during the night, the fabric was gathered at his calves and you couldn’t comprehend how he wasn’t freezing to death since he was only wearing boxers as pajamas.

you rubbed your face before looking to your side, finding your dark-haired man’s tired expression. you leaned over him, touching his scarred cheek and kissing his nose; his features twitched cutely at the sensation. your gaze travelled downwards, admiring from his toned abs to his softened member inside his black underwear. you didn’t know if it was for his perfectly sculpted face or for the tempting bulge between his legs, but you were feeling the heat running through your veins and spreading into your core.

without being able to stop it, your hand enclosed his shaft above the clothes to give it a big squeeze, not missing the way his breath hitched almost instantly. you searched for any hint that could tell you he was starting to wake up, but now he just had his eyebrows slightly furrowed. you took it as a green light to continue your little exploration, slipping your hand under the fabric to touch his warm cock before pumping it once your palm was coated with your saliva.

obito moved, confused. “hmph,” he complained at the strange stimulation, thinking through his unconsciousness something was happening out there.

your strokes remained slow since, if you were going to be honest with your yourself, you were doing this more for your own pleasure than his. your husband was kinda aware of your obsession with his dick, and that was one of the reasons he accepted your request of sucking him off in the morning when you asked him not that long ago.

his reddened head was releasing translucid and tasty precum, converting your mouth in a watering mess at the thought of having him deep down your throat. you didn’t waste any more time, you lowered your body ‘till your face was in front of his now hard cock, giving his tip a quick lick and enjoying the sudden shake of his hips.

you welcomed half of his member inside your warm cavern, tenderly closing your puffy lips around his largeness and sucking it with passion. your fingers were holding his base while you lowered you head to take more of him, saliva dripping from your mouth and your throat closing deliciously around his tip.

“a-ah!” he twitched in your touch, eyes barely open and hands wandering on the mattress as to understand what was exactly happening in the real world. “fucking shit, god! mhm, y/n…”

you were too immersed in the way his salty skin tasted in your mouth that you didn’t even bother to separate from his dick to answer him, it was his fault for having the most delicious feast down there.

the fun was suddenly gone the moment obito guided your mouth away from his member by the light grip he had on your hair. —“h-honey, let me…” his voice hoarse due to his still sleepy state.

“obito.” you called him with an angry tone, “you don’t get to complain, so shut the fuck up.” you swallowed him once again, humming contently when his tip met with the back of your throat.

the dark-haired followed your instructions, caressing your cheek with his index finger while your head bobbed up and down at an amazing rhythm that was leaving him breathless. he whimpered quietly when you moved your tongue along his sack, taking a whole ball into your mouth.

you traced your way back up to his glistening head just in time to catch the first drops of his hot cum, that spurted everywhere on your face once he started releasing. your soft pillows enclosed his tip to milk him dry, welcoming the rest of his cum right onto your tongue.

“e-enough!” he pleaded when he felt your new sucks on his overstimulated cock begin to speed up.

“don’t you get it?” you asked tilting your head to the side while pumping his twitching shaft. “this isn’t about you at all, silly. i’m the one deciding when it really is enough.”

—

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[squishyneet]

♥*♡ SUNLIT DAYS ∞:｡ itachi uchiha *. * ·

tw: heavy school-related trauma, emotional abuse/neglect, mentions of chronic illness

Itachi is twelve years old. It's midnight and he scrambles to finish handwriting his essay for history class. He reads it over one last time before tucking it away in his backpack to bring to school tomorrow. He sleeps peacefully knowing it's been taken care of.

_

"Itachi! Get in here!"

Itachi's heart skips a beat and he nearly stumbles as he walks into the kitchen after coming home from school.

"Yes, father?" he whispers, head low and trying to avoid eye contact.

"What's this about you not turning in an essay!?"

"I turned it in, father."

"Was it late?"

"I had written it and forgot to turn it in." That was the same lie he told the teacher when he handed it to her.

Fugaku sighs loudly. "Don't forget again." is all he says before leaving the kitchen.

"Yes, sir." Itachi mumbles, more to himself than anyone else.

_

Itachi is fifteen years old and is sitting at his desk expectantly, attempting to calm his breathing and focus on the assignments in front of him.

"Itachi!" Mikoto barged into her son's room. "Explain to me why I got an email from your teacher saying you have 40 missing assignments!?"

Itachi turns to face his mother in his seat and remains silent.

"How the hell did this happen, huh!?"

Itachi still says nothing.

Mikoto breathes heavily and runs a hand through her hair. "You are going to sit there and do every single one of them. This door is going to stay open, and you are not going to sleep until it's done!"

"Yes, ma'am . . ." Itachi mutters, angry but obedient.

_

Itachi is sixteen years old and he is sitting in his father's office, looking back and forth between the window and his handwritten notes for history. He's not allowed to work anywhere else for the time being. He's got the same song on repeat in his headphones but presses pause when he sees Sasuke walk by.

"Nii-san, what are you up to?"

Itachi looks up and pulls down his headphones. "Working, Sasuke."

"Do you wanna go get something to eat?" Sasuke asks excitedly.

"I don't have time, Sasuke."

"You used to have time . . . hngh." Sasuke leaves the office, feeling dejected.

_

Itachi is seventeen years old and he's got graph papers sprawled out on his bedroom floor as he attempts to design a house as fast as he can.

"Itachi."

"What, Shisui? I'm busy."

Shisui leans in the doorway trying to come off as approachable as possible. "I hear you've been having a hard time in school."

" . . . You're a little too late, Shisui." Itachi remarks, still staring at his paper.

"Itachi, just tell me what happened," Shisui pleads breathily.

"You know what happened, I don't do my homework."

"I mean, what did they say to you?"

"It doesn't matt-"

"It matters to me!"

Itachi sighs and releases the papers in his hand. His lip starts to quiver and his brow furrows as he stays silent.

Shisui swiftly joins him on the floor, embracing him in a hug. "Let me help you, okay?"

A single tear falls while Itachi relaxes into Shisui's body.

_

Itachi is nineteen years old and he's got himself mostly under control while he's in college.

He tries to avoid speaking with his parents and being home as much as possible, electing to spend time with Shisui and Obito instead. He's got more free time nowadays.

"How's it going, 'Tachi?" Obito nagged. "School treating you good?"

Ever since he got a new job, he's been acting like a third parent, not to Itachi's disliking.

"Yeah, school's fine," Itachi responded, gazing up at the sunlit clouds hovering above where they were waiting for their food to arrive.

"You feeling okay?"

"I haven't been feeling too well, actually," Itachi said, squinting at Obito. "I've been having some weird pains all over my body and I can't sleep. I feel tired and I can't focus during the day, too."

"You should go to the doctor. Maybe it's just a vitamin deficiency or something," Obito reassured him.

"Maybe, but I don't think I would have a deficiency."

"I know we have some relatives that have symptoms like those. Hope you're not getting sick."

"Yeah, me too."

[kiyomi-uchiha777]

sick little uchiha sister head canon

words: 758

Gere: FLUFFFF.i guess.

Warnings: if someone is scared of grammar errors any of my work is completely off limit for you. Say if I miss any

request:

you were sick because of the last mission ⁃

⁃ The mission was in Amegakure ⁃

⁃ And it looks like you’re immune system don’t like the rain ⁃

⁃ It wasn’t that bad tbh it was just a cold ⁃

⁃ Or that’s what you tried to explain you’re family at least ⁃

⁃ Because for them it was like you were on the very verge of death ⁃

⁃ Itachi was the most calm one out of them all ⁃

⁃ It really was just a little cold and he knew that ⁃

⁃ But SOMEHOW didn’t bother to try and explain it the Rest because they aren’t listing to you ⁃

⁃ That put him one place lower on you’re list ⁃

⁃ Ok fair enough you once nearly lost an arm on a mission and shrugged it off ⁃

⁃ I mean literally. You shrugged and then the stitches Teared up ⁃

⁃ So them thinking you play you’re sickness down wasn’t out of character for you ⁃

⁃ BUT COME ON THAT WAS ONE TIME ⁃ ⁃ Anyway back to itachi ⁃

⁃ He buys Medicine, looks how you are and basically is you’re doctor ⁃

⁃ God forbid You’re big bro ever goes on a mission when you’re sick ⁃

⁃ But now let’s go down the rope of „is actually responsible whit you“ ⁃

⁃ So the next one on the list is ofc Shisui ⁃

⁃ Tbh Shisui actually is also a very good doctor ⁃

⁃ He even took a free day to take care of you ⁃

⁃ (He faked an injury so he could stay home) ⁃

⁃ But there needs to be a reason why he is in second place ⁃

⁃ And this is while Itachi is actually pretty strict whit you Shisui try’s to be strict but fails the second you use you’re puppy eyes ⁃

⁃ It got so bad that when it’s time to take you medicine and itachi isn’t home he needs to wear a blindfold ⁃

⁃ Just so he can bring himself to give you you’re medicine ⁃

⁃ And even then it isn’t even guaranteed ⁃

⁃ To say it in Sasuke‘s words „Damm you and you’re cuteness“ ⁃

⁃ And the 3rd place on the rope is drum roll please……… Sasuke ⁃

⁃ Yes a 16 Year old overthrown 2 adults in responsibility. ⁃

⁃ No I don’t make the rules ⁃

⁃ I technically do but my point stands ⁃

⁃ So anyway back to the Head canon so I stop fighting whit myself ⁃

⁃ The reason he is on the 3rd place also is pretty justified ⁃

⁃ Look he is your twin of course he isn’t as responsible like itachi or try’s to be like Shisui. ⁃

⁃ But he also isn’t no help at all ⁃ He is just in the (unspecial) middle (A/N: LOSER) ⁃

⁃ Also sasuke had the same Mission as you. No Idea why he didn’t get sick. ⁃

⁃ But he did annoy you about it. Stating that his immune system is stronger then yours. Just like the rest of him. ⁃

⁃ You did to punch him for that. ⁃

⁃ But because you were sick it wasn’t a really strong punch ⁃

⁃ wich led to more annoying on you’re being even more angry ⁃

⁃ You’re totally gonna hide all tomatoes in the house the second you’re healthy again ⁃

⁃ Sasuke knows quite a bit about medicine because of Sakura

⁃ Not enough to be a doctor but to help you. ⁃

⁃ (He only uses his knowledge to later on brag to you) ⁃

⁃ Time for our 4th place. Obito. ⁃

⁃ Ok ok listen. This man is a HORRIBLE doctor by any means. ⁃

⁃ But he has rin who is one of the best Medi-Nin‘s in konoha ⁃

⁃ But sadly being one of the best doctors in the villageshe is needed like all the time at the hospital ⁃

⁃ When he heard that you were sick This man RUN to you in sonic speed ⁃

⁃ And dragged everything whit him. ⁃

⁃ Kakashi,rin and his ramen included ⁃

⁃ Didn’t even notice he did ⁃

⁃ oh and he gives Kakashi 100% the fault in you being sick. ⁃

⁃ Like I said HORRIBLE DOCTOR ⁃

⁃ Most of the time fights whit kakashi

⁃ About EVERYTHING! ⁃

⁃ The only reason he isn’t on the last place ? ⁃

⁃ Rin is an awesome doctor. ⁃

⁃ And madara is WAAAAAYYYYY worse ⁃ Ok in his defense he grew up in war ⁃

⁃ In his time the only thing that allowed someone to take a break from training or fighting was death. ⁃

⁃ BUT GOD FRICKING DAMIT ⁃

⁃ remember when I mentioned that you nearly lost an arm ? ⁃

⁃ Well may I show you the exact conversation that happened ⁃

⁃ “So can you still hold a kunai whit that other arm?” ⁃

⁃ “I guess I could try” ⁃

⁃ “then why are you being so that lazy and aren’t training ?” ⁃

⁃ Safe to say he isn’t allowed in you’re room when you’re in any way sick or injured ⁃

⁃ He still goes In your room tho.

⁃ He is madara. Ghost of the uchiha ! Rival of the 1st Hokage ! Nobody forbids him from seeing his favorite Grandchild ⁃

⁃ Expect itachi…………………………. ⁃

TAG: @midnightfoxglove

[kaigarax]

When You Change With Me

or This is How to Lose Yourself

Uchiha Obito x Reader

Quote: "Fall in love with a determined soul."

It is of the utmost importance, regardless of someone’s age, gender or race, to be excellent in at least one thing. One must not merely excel at this single task but be fundamentally better than anyone else within similar circumstances attempting to accomplish that very same task and in a location relative to yours.

Of course, this entire theory can be ultimately tossed out and entirely forsaken if one does not wish to become important (in any way whatsoever) and hopes to maintain an ordinary life. It should be noted that by choosing to ignore this most radical and sensible piece of advice you are outright denying oneself of all human pleasures that fall into either category of dreams or desires.

This piece is, of course, only one of seven different instructionals to help guide you into a world of excellence. One should hope to not just entertain themselves with these pieces of work but look to apply them into their everyday life. Once again, it should be noted that all pieces should be read and thought on for an optimal absorption of the materials.

Now, without further ado, this is how to lose yourself.

---

Snip.

Snip.

Snip.

“Ya know, it’s such a shame.” You sigh gently and it sends a curious feeling through the dark haired man.

Snip.

“What is?” He asks, his deep voice rumbling through the empty room.

“Cutting your hair,” you hum, continuing to trim his hair from behind, “it’s very lovely. Such a dark shade, almost like the night sky.”

He tilts his head back curiously, noting how your eyebrows knit together and your hand runs over the bottom of your chin as you inspect your handiwork. It’s almost cute. You look fragile from an angle like this. More like a young girl than a woman who trained for years in the art of killing. In fact, for just the briefest of moments, he forgets to keep a wall up around you. You’re strong (why else would you be in this line of work?), definitely not stronger than him but strong enough to cause him some serious damage if given the chance.

Your free hand goes back to his head and pushes it up, “keep your head up. I need to make sure it’s cut evenly.”

Your hands are soft. Gentle. He reckons that this is likely how dreams must feel. Not too warm or soft but alive. His eyes meet with yours for the briefest of moments before he finally gives in. Not without some resistance as he lets out a little huff of protest but it’s more to cover the feeling bubbling up in his stomach than to convey his annoyance. It’s a strange feeling. Almost sheepish.

It’s as though he’s once again that embarrassed boy that’s always late. His heart's racing and his stomach seems to have suddenly become a conservatory for butterflies. It’s annoying, inconvenient and as foreign as it is nostalgic. A feeling he’s certain he’s only ever had once before, and he absolutely hates it. Loathes that horrible feeling the same way one loathes the death of a loved one. In fact, he thinks things might even be better if you were dead. Not that he’d ever kill you, of course. But the idea has crossed his mind.

If he were a lesser man, which he most certainly is not, his cheeks would flush in colour and his ears would be tinged red. But it’s not as if you’d be able to see it anyways.

“In my clan, cutting your hair is to symbolize loss.” He explains, almost surprised at the sound of his own voice, “it’s a great dishonour to cut one’s hair.”

“And,” your voice is gentle (gentle in that way that softens the gaze of others) as you slowly make your way around him, scanning all sides of his head to make sure the cut is even, “what have you lost?”

At first Uchiha Obito thinks ‘everything.’ His dreams and ambitions from his youth have all been tossed down the drain. His joy and wishes are lost to time. His family and clan, lost and trashed as if they never existed in the first place. His youth, wasted away. His future belongs to somebody else.

Then, he wonders if perhaps ‘hope’ would be a fitting answer. Hope can only exist when there is no certainty. With certainty there can be no hope because one already knows and understands the outcome.

Her… she is the next thing that comes to mind but that particular territory is something he would never bring up with you. Something he’d keep locked deep in his heart forever. An answer that brings up too much pain. Too much sorrow.

There, for once, is so much that Obito can answer your stupid question with. So much suffering he’s been forced to live with. So much pain he’s been forced to endure. So much-

“Myself.” He says.

“It’s a shame,” you reply, your voice surprisingly steady and calm, “your hair was quite lovely.”

---

“Have you ever been in love before?” You ask.

Obito’s head snaps up, watching as you weave together a series of brightly coloured strings. The two of you recently found yourselves in the midst of a reconnaissance mission of some sort. Obito needed to both keep an eye on the Village Hidden in Mist and you, so why not do both in the same place?

Sure, you could be pretty annoying but there were things that you could do that were productive. You were good at completing tasks he set you to with an effective and efficient degree plus your sensory abilities far surpassed his own. Helped him to keep track of where everyone is within a certain radius.

Of course, your attention and patience seemed to quickly be running out. Your fear of him seemingly gone as you more frequently thought that you could engage in conversation with him without having to be spoken to first. It didn’t help that he, more often than not, indulged in your misbehaviour. But, more than anything, it didn’t help that you reminded him of her.

Usually, you’d keep your attention on the task at hand, like that weird game with strings you seemed to be playing.

He’d once asked you about it. Got a weird answer about how you

“Have you ever been in love before?” You ask.

Obito huffs, “I heard you the first time.”

You shrug, not bothering to look up at him, “then why didn’t you answer?”

“I don’t have to answer any question of yours if I don’t want to.”

“Sorry. I just thought that since you're centuries old (or whatnot) that you’d have at least fallen in love once. But I understand if you’ve never been in love before, afterall, it’s not an experience everyone gets - no matter how old they happen to be.” Your voice is calm and steady as you explain your answer to him but Obito can’t help but feel as though you're teasing him.

He has half a mind to smack you over the head for the audacity for being so cheeky.

He doesn't.

“And what’s brough on this sudden interest in ‘love’?” He asks, his voice raspier than it is deep.

“Well, Konan used to talk about it. Talked about how it changed her life - though whether for better or worse I never knew.”

“And what? You think you’re in love?”

“Would it be a bad thing if I did?”

“Yes.” He says, his heart threatening to beat out of his chest, “it would. If you’re distracted by something as stupid as love then you’ll never be able to complete what needs to be completed. I should punish you now for even bringing up something as foolish as that.”

You don’t take the warning, “have you ever been in love before?”

Obito sighs, it doesn't look like you’ll be dropping this until you get an answer, “if you must know then yes. Yes, I was in love once before.”

Your eyes light up, “really! What was it like?”

He has to look away from you, “consuming.”

“Did you like it?”

“Like what?”

“Being in love!”

“No.” He makes the mistake of looking back at you, instantly feeling his resolve break. You remind him a bit of himself when he was young. So eager to learn about the world around you. You aren’t as young as he was then but your access to the outside world is half the size of his own experience. Obito knows he’s partly to blame for that. That he’s only allowed you to experience what he thinks will make you a better asset on the field. So, he decides to indulge, only just a little, “and yes.”

“Hm,” you thoughtfully rubbed your chin, “what was her name?”

“Rin.”

“Rin.” You say her name with a smile, as though you knew her and merely uttering her name that had once belonged to her is enough to make your heart flutter. You say her name as though you loved her.

He almost wonders if you did, himself.

Of course, he quickly shakes those foolish delusions from his mind. You’d never gotten the chance to meet her, much less fall in love.

But, perhaps, this is why people like you so much. Are drawn to you like moths to a flame. Not just because you seem to understand the depths of their hearts but because you seem to emulate that very emotion back. Perhaps, you may even feel that feeling more.

It’s stupid.

Dumb.

But he still can’t help but wonder.

Perhaps it’s a secret talent of yours. The real reason why Pain had been so willing to hand you over to him.

You take a seat beside him, holding out an orange string from your mess of a bundle, “she definitely would have fallen for you.”

“Hm?”

“You’ve matured into your features very well.”

Obito raises a brow, “meaning?”

“You’re very attractive.”

He rolls his eyes, snatching the orange string from your hand, “what’s this for?” It’s the same shade of orange as that stupid mask he wears, woven into a cotton bracelet. The design isn’t all that pretty and seems rather disappointing considering how much time you seemed to have wasted making it in the first place.

“You’re supposed to wear it.”

“And why would I wear something like this?”

“Because I asked you to?”

Obito huffs, sticking the string into his pocket, “get ready. I have a mission I need you to complete.”

You sigh, “yes sir.” You stuff the rest of the strings into your pocket quickly and do a quick sweep of the room as if you’re looking for something else. He silently thanks his lucky stars that you aren’t looking at him, lest you see such an expression on his face so different from the cold and distant persona he tries to portray.

---

Obito watches you curiously. Jealousy nipping at his heels like an all too eager dog. His hand itches to wrap around your own but he holds firm. Steadfast in his beliefs and wants. Unwavering. Or at least that’s what he’d like to believe. You always did have such a knack for creating uncertainty in both himself and the other members of the Akatsuki. Obito shakes his head. Eventually, everything will be exactly as he wants when his mission, his task, is finally complete.

He calms himself.

Commands his restless heart to be still and silent.

He wonders if you do the same as you watch the red haired man disappear off into the distance - watching his back.

There is no use for rebellious hearts in a world such as this. All those in opposition shall either be forced to remove itself from his sight or changed.

You look quite pretty like this, he thinks. Your hair entirely soaked from the rain and your uniform hugging your frame tightly. It makes you look older. More mature. Obito tells himself that it’s a good thing. That you too have chosen to discard that childlike nativity and lose that childish rebellious flame that’s made you so difficult to deal with.

There’s a pair of scissors in your hands that Obito suddenly finds his interest drawn to. They’re blue. Dark blue and curved slightly. Ones that seamstresses use when cutting cloth for clothes. Now, he’s never been an encyclopedia in knowledge but knows for certain that different scissors are meant for different uses.

He wonders if you’re going to cut your head band.

Wonders why they seem to have suddenly caught his interest at all.

Perhaps it’s because it seems as if they’ve magically just appeared in your hands? Perhaps because of how he holds a nostalgic fondness for that exact colour? Or maybe, just maybe, it’s because you’re bringing them up to your own head, the same way you had so recently brought them up to his, and cutting your oh so lovely hair.

“What’re you doing?” He asks, his deep voice indifferent and distant.

Your cut is every bit as violent and sudden as it is brief. Just barely a moment as strands come crashing to the ground. And you smile, ever so gently, “losing myself.”

It’s a shame, he thinks, your hair was quite lovely.

Fall in love with a determined soul.

[kankuroplease]

Uchiha family tattoo shop au hc pls?

They pretty much run the side of the town where Kakashi’s shop is located.

They’re also known for paying off the police, drug kingpins, “pleasure dealers”, loan sharks, rigging fights, etc.. basically you name it, they have a hand in it one way or another.

They play nice with the Hyuga’s, but it general knowledge that their alliance is hanging on my a thread and a marriage.

Madara is their boss/leader and is perfectly fine with getting his hands dirty if he isn’t wining and dining his lovers. Even if he is, he’ll still take a rain check to handle business

He has a problem with viewing his children as an extension of himself and rarely as their own people, which leads to some uncomfortable situations for them

I.e. crashing the birth of KakaObiRin’s first child, using Shisui’s luxury apartment as a safe house, killing his first daughters fiancé for cheating on her, dropping in on Michi whenever he feels like it, etc..

Shisui is busy helping the helpless, pulling strings, and making a gory name for himself to be the next boss.

Itachi is the most straight laced of the bunch and his effective negotiations with the Hyuga and payroll of law enforcement also make him a potential candidate.

He owns quite a few popular night clubs too 💃

Sasuke’s a tattoo artist by day and hitman by night and doesn’t exactly report to anyone, but Madara. He’s not interested in lectures from Kakashi seeing as Kakashi’s fucking an Uchiha who STILL does favors for them

Fugako is a retired hitman. He also played a roll in setting up Tajima for Madara. He’s not proud of that, but he also didn’t want a war with the Hyuga as Itachi was still a baby and his family comes first, ALWAYS

Mikoto is a very wealthy housewife, but was once skilled spy for the Uchiha. She’s also one of Kushina’s best friends and knows her childern well/offered to pay for both the Uzumaki kid’s education.

Izuna is a drug lord and is constantly in Madara’s ear about what should happen with their enemies and expanding their territory. He’s merciless and would kill one of his own if he thought they were testing him.

The only reason he’s not aiming to lead the Uchiha is he doesn’t want to. He’s effectively his own boss, let Madara loss hair and sleep over the group. Izuna has his own path.

Michi is the princess of the Uchiha. Before her marriage to Neji, there were a lot of elders presenting their sons and daughters as possible suitors because the favor she has with her father. Even cold blooded Izuna favors her like she’s his own child.

Obito stays out of Uchiha business as much as he possibly can and only makes appearances when he absolutely has to. He got a break thanks to Shisui, but he’s not completely free of them.

On a lighter note, a lot of them think Kakashi’s name is ‘Bakashi’ because of Obito and will call him that

Unlike the Hyuga, their kids go to public schools as a way to be in the know and show how in control they truly are of their territory (no need to fear when you run it all)

[marvelmymarvel]

Guardian (Part 12)

Jiraiya x Sarutobi!Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

Synopsis: Your brother gave you an assignment, "Go ask Sakumo Hatake if he needs help with his newborn." It was a simple task, but it snowballed into so much more.

TW: Panic attacks, war

Tags: @twilightlover2007

Naruto Masterlist: Here

Spoilers below regarding Obito Uchiha. Proceed with caution.

-- 1 Year Later --

A crack of thunder shook the house, and you jolted awake, breath heavy as you tried to calm yourself from the nightmare you were in. It was only once your adrenaline came down that you realized your nightmare wasn't just a dream and it was very much real.

You glanced at Jiraiya sleeping peacefully beside you, not sure how he could sleep at a time like this. Around a year ago, shortly after Kakashi joined his new team, the nations waged war on one another. Throwing Kakashi head first into a war you feared he would end up in. Tears welled up in your eyes as panic settled in your bones. Minato promised to keep him safe, but it wasn't enough.

You rose from the bed, stumbling towards the ensuite as the panic tightened its bony grip around your throat. The air coming into your chest had a wheeze to it, and you prayed that your panic attack wouldn't wake Jiraiya. You held your breath and looked back towards the bed where Jiraiya still laid. Part of you wanted him to wake up, to comfort you and remind you that Kakashi was strong.

Your shaking fingers flipped on the light switch as you slinked into the bathroom, slowly and carefully closing the door to make no sound. Blood rushed through your ears as your world tilted; it was then that you realized you were still holding your breath, only making the panic worse.

Everything was muffled as you bolted towards the toilet, mouth opening as you dry heaved into the bowl. Nothing came up. Nothing could. You hadn't eaten anything since Kakashi took off for his mission some days ago. Your tears blurred your vision, and you gripped your throat, scratching at it as if trying to free yourself from the tight grip of dread.

He's not coming back. You'll have to bury another person you love. You'll be alone. You did this to him. This is your fault.

Your thoughts circled round and round as your dry heaving grew more forceful. You tried to take in oxygen between the forceful retches, but you knew from the light-headed feeling taking over that you weren't doing a good job.

"Hey. What's going on?"

You inhaled sharply as your head whipped to the door, chest rising and falling quickly as you began to violently hyperventilate, your brain trying its best to get the needed oxygen. Jiraiya's face was full of concern as he moved towards you, "It's okay. Come here, Y/n…" he whispered before dropping down beside you

Your arms wrapped around his neck, and you let him pull you into his warm and steady embrace. It was as if his presence alone pried the fingers of doom from your throat because your breathing once more began to grow stable and less frantic.

Jiriaya's hand dragged up and down your spine, eyebrows crinkling as he looked at how you curled into him. He didn't need to ask what was wrong; he knew by the way you shook that you had dreamt of Kakashi again. "He's going to be okay, sweetheart. Minato won't let anything happen to him-"

"You don't know that for sure. I could get him back in one piece, but he may not have a pulse. I don't… I don't know what I'll do if that happens" Your words sounded strong at first but slowly morphed into a panicky exclamation. Your shoulders shook, and Jiraiya shushed you before pulling you deeper into his chest. "Why don't we take a bath? Will that help you calm down?"

Your breathing once more leveled out, and you weakly nodded at his proposition, knowing that it would bring you out of the darkness of your mind.

Jiraiya nodded before pressing a kiss to your head and sitting you on the ground. "Let me run us a bath then."

You raced towards the gates, eyes wide as you took in the shinobi coming in. You caught sight of Minato right away and let out a breath of relief at the sight of Kakashi, but the smile fell as you noticed the absence of the Uchiha child. Not only that but Kakashi's left eye had been wrapped. Despite knowing he would be upset with you, you pushed through the crowd to get to him. His eye widened at your frantic appearance, and he braced for the tight hug he would receive.

Kakashi gulped as you hauled him into your arms, a cry falling from your lips as you praised the gods above for bringing him back. The men and women continued to walk past as you knelt before him, hand wandering to his face as you looked at Minato for answers as to why he was wounded, but he remained silent. Looking back at Kakashi, you found his eye trained on the ground. It was only then that you processed what had happened to the Uchiha child. "Oh. Kakashi… I'm so sorry-"

He pushed past you, face blazing with fury as he stormed inside the village. You looked back at Minato, who shifted his weight from side to side. The worried look he was giving you made you stand swiftly to rush after the young child. You didn't know yet what went down on this mission. But you knew one thing and one thing only.

Something in Kakashi changed.

Kakashi sat quietly in his room when you entered, your breathing was labored from running after him, and you tried to catch your breath, but you relaxed seeing him sitting there alone. You sighed at him before closing the door, shutting the two of you away from the world outside. "Do you want to talk about what happened?"

Kakashi's brown eye was steely, and screamed that he didn't want to remember anything that had happened. "Okay. We don't have to talk about what happened to your comrade… But we need to discuss your bandaged eye." You stated firmly as you walked towards him. He huffed in exasperation but let you grab at the cloth anyway. Your shaky hands slowly unwrapped it before you were greeted with the nasty scar that cut through his left eye. "Oh. Does it hurt?" You cooed as you let your thumb softly run over the ridge. He shook his head but hissed as you hit a sensitive part. "Sorry, buddy. Can you still see?"

His breath hitched, and his right eye slammed shut, memories of being temporarily blinded racing through his mind. Your eyebrows furrowed as you cupped his chin and cocked his head up, "Open your eyes, buddy."

"I don't want you to see it, mom."

Tears cascaded down his cheeks as he relived the entire scene of Obito giving him his eye. He shouldn't have sacrificed himself. He shouldn't have given up his life or eye so willingly. It wasn't fair.

And now he had a reminder of the selfless act his comrade did so that he could come home.

"Kakashi. Honey, let me see it-"

You inhaled sharply as the red eye shone in the dimly lit room. "He sacrificed himself for me, Mom." Kakashi wailed out, hands shaking as he searched your face for any sign of hatred.

But you simply cocked your head down at him, wiping away the tears as you sat beside him. He didn't have to tell you everything that happened. The statement, alone, with the sharingan told you everything you needed to know. "Why would he do that?!" Kakashi roared out, eyes blazing with anger as he searched your face for an answer to something he couldn't quite grasp.

Your eyes flicked to the floor, chest bubbling with a desire to spew out an 'I told you so' to him. But you never wanted to be right in the first place. As a matter of fact, you hoped he would prove you wrong. "Because he cared for his comrades enough to risk everything for them. Even if it meant death, that's a true shinobi. You should be proud of him for being so selfless-"

Kakashi inhaled sharply as it all started to click—lip trembling as more tears fell down his cheeks, wetting both your hands and his mask. You sighed at him before pulling him into a hug, hands shaking as you ran a hand through his hair. It was only a couple of months ago that you asked Kakashi to bring his comrades over for dinner. It became an everyday occurrence to see the three together, and despite the amount of arguing, you could tell that Kakashi had grown fond of the Uchiha. You had to admit that you also enjoyed when the Uchiha was around. At one point, you contemplated adopting him as well. Now that he is gone, you're unable to thank him for being a real friend to Kakashi. Not only that, but for being so unapologetically selfless for his comrades. Without Obito, you wouldn't have Kakashi safe and sound in your embrace. It was bittersweet, and you didn't know how else to help Kakashi through the pain he was experiencing.

But you figured holding him close was a good start.

[tsukuyomii45]

Hey, glad to see you're back! I hope you are doing alright! This blog reavivated my investment in Obirin to completely new heights! The least I can do is help to reanimate it, I have many asks in storage, but I would rather share them one at a time.

so, starting with the highest one on my list, what would Rin, Madara and the uchiha clan in general think of Obito having long hair like he did during his time as Mizukage?

Hello! Thank you very much!

I'm so glad to hear that you're enjoying this blog, I think that it's important we give ObiRin the attention and love that this ship deserves :) Feel free to share any of your own thoughts and headcanons any day, and I'm more than happy to share mine!

To answer your question:

Starting with the Uchiha Clan: I would say they would be VERY shocked because he is literally the spitting image of Madara. Rumors would start to spread about Obito saying that he is Madara's direct reincarnation (if Madara is long dead). Obito's longer hair would give him a mysterious and reserved persona which does attract a certain sense of admiration because he emits a very similar charisma like their ancestor. If Madara is alive and is the one that raised Obito, let's say, then the clan members would fully respect him and flock towards Obito because of how connected he is to Madara to the point where they look just like each other. XD

I mean, they really do look similar.

Madara:

I think Madara would feel surprised and caught off guard, because it's literally like looking into a mirror XD He would lowkey be impressed with Obito, and then he'd say. "Well if you're going to look like me, you're going to have to dress and act like me as well." Madara would then change Obito's wardrobes into traditional Uchiha mantles and kimonos because there is no fucking way Obito would walk around in standard shinobi clothing with that hair. He'd go extra hard on Obito during their training sessions because if Obito is going to look like him, he better not embarrass him by being average.

Madara: "Come on, get the hell up! That is nothing but a scratch. Back in my days I used to fight with more injuries than that. I had to wrap my wounds by tearing my own clothing. You're not going to walk around looking like me and looking like a sad, kicked puppy at the same time. Now suck it up, pick up your sword and charge forward!"

Obito: "HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU THAT I'M NOT TRYING TO BE YOU, OLD MAN?!"

Obito was unable to register Madara's speed in that moment and ended up slamming into a tree.

Rin Nohara:

Rin definitely wouldn't be so used to this new hairstyle. It was long, spikey, and it definitely gave Obito a different type of vibe. That hair of his did not match the energetic personality that she always knew, so she was very much surprised at how calm, cool, and mellow Obito seemed. His outfit was different too (the kimono mentioned above), he looked more like a traveling warrior than a shinobi.

For some strange reason, she would feel more attracted to him; to the point where certain moments with a high amount of sexual tension would occur, such as her offering to brush his hair for him and to tie his hair up in a high ponytail. She would run her fingers through his long spikey locks, her body leaning close to his, her soft fingers brushing against the skin of his neck... and she would feel like she was taking care of someone who is a part of the royal family (which is fitting because Obito is a member of an elite clan, lol). After she ties his hair up, she would hand him the mirror and he would be satisfied, and then as Obito looks at her over his shoulder, they would lock eyes and the sexual tension just keeps getting thicker from there, lol.

[belit0]

Killer - part 4 (TobiIzu)

izuna's torture does not end

part 3

The psychologist takes a sip of the coffee that was offered to him before starting with the questions, composed and free of anything that could prove some sort of guilt in the matter. He keeps his narrative the same from the beginning, always providing solid and irrefutable answers.

"YOU MEAN TO TELL ME YOU HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA WHERE HE IS??!" Madara slams his fist on the table, tangible anger in his features and deep despair in his eyes. "YOU REALLY WANT ME TO BUY SOME BULLSHIT ABOUT HIM DECIDING TO RUN AWAY?! WITHOUT ANY KIND OF PLAN?! WHERE THE FUCK IS HE?!"

He intimidates the witness with every legal weapon he can use inside the interrogation room, and if he has to put his job on the line to resolve this matter, he won't hesitate to do so. This is his brother we're talking about.

"Chief Uchiha, I think I've explained it to you a few times, haven't I? I showed you my CCTV footage, the irrefutable proof that demonstrates how your brother decided to flee. You must step out of your denial and-"

"FUCKING LIES!" He grabs the psychologist by the collar of his shirt and lifts him out of his seat, but it's Shisui who stops his hand before Madara hits him. The unit head doesn't move his gaze from the man he holds, teeth exposed in an angry grimace as if he were an animal about to devour him.

"Uncle, that's enough! Let me deal with this!" The younger Uchiha exclaims, knowing that not having his superior involved in the matter is impossible, yet it doesn't help at all either. Izuna disappeared after the first session he had with Hashirama, giving no explanation or warning, not allowing them to find him.

If he genuinely left of his own free will as the psychologist describes, it makes sense not to be able to track him down. If there is something else behind all this, then this guy has a macabre mind that is hard to break.

Either way, they won't be able to figure anything out with their boss trying to beat him to death.

Madara lets go, dropping him back into the chair, and walks over to the one-way mirror with one hand on his forehead. His hair is tied back and his shirt is rolled up above each elbow, his impeccable, unblemished image disheveled, denoting stress.

"Sir... I hope you can excuse the chief's boldness, and also understand how hard and personal this is for us. Izuna's behavior has been erratic, but never to this level." Shisui calms the waters by licking his boots, trying to keep the witness from shutting down and providing information. Hashirama was the last person to see him, and who spoke with him for half an hour before Izuna vanished into thin air.

"Detective, I have given you all the resources at my disposal. My surveillance system doesn't lie, I don't have the knowledge to tamper with it. I may allow you to search my home but-"

"Of course we'll fucking do that." Madara replies while turning around, and when it seems like he wants to approach again and intimidate the psychologist, Shisui stares into the one-way mirror, making the signal he agreed with Obito prior to the interrogation to get him out of the room.

He is the boss, no one can tell him what to do, but they appeal to the rational part of his mind, the one that understands he is causing more harm than good in this situation. When Obito opens the door nothing needs to be said, and Madara himself understands he must leave, if only for a few minutes, to calm down.

"Thank you very much, detective. I do fear for my life in the face of that man's rudeness, so much unprofessionalism! I can offer him a free session if that could help..." Hashirama settles back into the chair, adopting an even more relaxed posture once the boss is out. He sips his coffee again whilst crossing his legs, one arm draped over the back of his chair as if he were at home.

"There'll be no need for that, he'll be fine once we find Izuna." A new detective replaces the chief's place, Obito stepping into the room, adjusting his coat. His face is expressionless, and the psychologist becomes uneasy at his presence.

"Let's review the events agian, gentleman." Both policemen open file folders on the table, the security camera images displayed in front of Hashirama. They show Izuna leaving his house in a normal manner, only to then start running.

It doesn't make sense.

"According to your security system, Izuna arrived at his session at about 8:30 pm. At 9 pm, half an hour before his appointment was scheduled to end, we see him leaving in a hurry. Do you affirm he did not mention anything about running away? He gave no indication of what he planned to do? He didn't say where he was going? Why did he leave early?" It is Obito who asks the questions, while Shisui takes care of watching him, looking for any gesture out of the ordinary.

They have worked on multiple cases together, discovering a successful strategy for finding the truth. Bad cop/good cop is a distant memory when it comes to this duo getting to the bottom of a crime.

Hashirama rearranges his position again, and this indicates a certain discomfort. He seemed to be on his game when Madara was firing aggressions at him, ready to answer any violent impulse, but he looks unarmed to deal with two composed individuals, like he wouldn't know how to turn the tables in his favor.

"I mean, that's a rational response your colleague had, he's been through terrible things, and qthere are no instructions on how to deal with that kind of trauma. Can you blame him? Because I don't-"

"You're not answering my question, gentleman. Did he say where he was going? Did he offer any clues that you can give us?" Obito presses again, finding flaws in the psychologist's facade.

"He was vague with his explanations and very closed towards talking, I couldn't confirm anything specific because-"

"Are you involved in this, sir?"

"Excuse me?

"Do you have anything to do with Izuna Uchiha's disappearance?"

It is the patience of both detectives that throws the psychologist off, the lack of pushy demands and unfounded accusations. Discovering what buttons to push and how to pick apart what appeared to be a faultless narrative, exposing inconsistencies in the whole situation.

The man is backed into a corner, failing to continue his speech in the same way he did in the beginning.

He speaks quickly and without pause, nervous for the first time since he arrived. "You know what, I came here with the best predisposition, I gave evidence that I should not have given without a judge's order, I lent myself to help you, and you accuse me of such an atrocity! If I am not arrested on any charge, I will proceed to retire, since how you behave, fellow detectives, is an aberration!" Hashirama stands up and arranges his clothes, tacitly asking for the door to be opened.

They can't hold him, there is no explicit evidence that would allow them to apprehend him or keep him there, unable to do anything as he storms out of the room in a rage. For Obito it is a defeat, but for Shisui is confusing, having discovered inconsistencies in the man's gestures and his story.

They both meet with the chief, who ended up observing the whole interaction from the other side of the mirror, "we have to find a way to get into his house," is all he says, without moving his eyes from the chair the psychologist occupied during the interrogation.

"We push too hard, there's no way he's going to let us in without a search warrant."

"And it's not like we can get one either, there's no grounds to pursue this man after the footage he provided."

"Uncle... what if Izuna really-"

"Don't you dare mention something like that, he would never do such a thing."

"Shisui may be right, uncle. There was clothing missing from his house, personal items, maybe he really did leave."

"He knew I had to pick him up, that I would be there at 9:30 to take him home, he wouldn't have left without me, without telling me. We don't work that way, he and I understand each other better than anyone else, he wouldn't have done this to me..."

"Uncle..." Obito begins, "We all know Izuna wasn't the same after that night, maybe he changed about you too-" A large hand closes over his neck, and Madara's eyes glare at him with hatred.

"Didn't I tell you not to mention something like that?”

"The phone analysis will be ready tomorrow. Once we have that information, we can decide whether to fight each other or not." Again, Shisui is the voice of reason and gets him to let go of his cousin before a brawl breaks out between the family. The state Madara finds himself in is like walking on eggshells, impossible to navigate without being deathly cautious of what one says.

...

His eyes feel heavy, as though he cannot open them, unable to see. He makes a terrible effort to focus his vision around him, darkness giving way to colors.

Where is he? What happened?

He feels sheets around him, a pillow under his head, his senses slowly awaken and discovering different sensations. He doesn't remember anything, but assumes he had a wonderful night if this is the condition he finds himself in in the morning. His mouth is dry, not being able toclose it, and when he manages to remember he actually has hands, brings them to his face to discover fabric.

What is this?

He blinks rapidly, trying to finally wake up his eyes, shake off the cloud of heaviness on his forehead, to get up and ignore the dizziness he feels in his head. Everything is blurry, weird, unfamiliar, and he slowly realizes he is not at home.

No, this is not his room.

"There he is, my sleeping beauty. Anija went a little overboard with the dosage, my apologies." A male voice speaks, and a shiver of involuntary terror runs through his drowsy body when aware of how familiar that sound is. He knows that tone, that ring, that person's darkness.

A choked moan of fright escapes him, and that is when he understands he is gagged.

He tries to move his legs, but two impossible-to-release shackles restrict his possibilities. The world gradually ends up appearing before his eyes, but he can't get rid of the discomfort he feels in his body and the dizziness in his head, unable to focus on anything, confused.

"Don't worry about those, if you behave, I'll eventually take them off."

He becomes aware of crying when his face burns from the salt of his tears, unable to acknowledge his body or understand what the fuck is going on. He doesn't have the strength to get up, use his hands, or run away from whatever is happening, but he knows he's in trouble.

"Now, now... Let me taste that pretty little mouth again, I've been fantasizing about it since last time."

[depressedhatakekakashi]

I've had enough with my own sad head canons for Dragon Gai in GOS verse, it's time for a funny one.

So it takes a WHILE for Gai to fly, or more accurately, even ATTEMPT to fly. His wings fold up almost perfectly along his long body, so the first time he even cracks them open even a little, he's freaked out by how big they are, and because he opened one more than the other, he ended up falling over. Because they're heavy and throw off his body weight. Worst than that he ended up falling on Kakashi, who was encouraging him to to show him

Kakashi: *Squished* Can't breath. Heeeeelp!

Gai: Sorry Rival!

But, running up and down the valley from the top of a mountain, to the village below, is a LONG trek. And it would save time if he used the wings. So after a while Gai agreed ro start practicing to use tgem, and learn how to fly...and it did not go smoothly.

At first he tried flapping his wings from the ground but can't quite find the timing right so just ends up making large bursts of air that blow away Pakkun the first time he got too close ("SORRY PUPPY!" He needed to give a lot of cuddles to get forgiveness from the pooch. And maybe get a few bones for him). When he got the timing right, the rest of his body was so long and slithery, he couldn't get more than a few feet off the air, and the rest of him was hanging limp and he ended up face planting more than once. ("Ow!") So he finally tried a running start and that started to get it, only he realized that his long body needed to sort of move with it, like riding a bike to keep it straight. But he didn't know how to do that so he sometimes ended up spinning out of control and crashing into things, buuldings, fields and a LOT of trees ("MORE OWWWW!") This probably ended up tearing up a good chunk of Yamato's forest.

So after many failured attempts and at least getting the basics of gliding under control, Kakashi realized they needed some elevation to make these wings work properly, after watching a couple of baby birds getting pushed out of a nest. He figured with the right elevation, Gai's wings and body could have the time to uncurl and right itself, and take off tonthe skies properly... Only problem is there were not any trees big enough to make that work so they'd have to launch themself off a mountain to get a big enough momentum.

Gai: *looking down the cliff side*..... Nope. *turns and tries to walk away*

Kakashi: *stops him* It's not that big~

Gai: ITS A MOUNTAIN KAKASHI. IT IS VERY BIG.

Kakashi: it's big for a human-

Gai: WHICH I AM.

Kakashi: Buuuut you're also a bit more than that. And we've seen how big you are. What you can take. This isn't going to hurt you.

Gai: Lies and slander. This will hurt a lot.

Kakashi: Okay. It MAY hurt if we fail- BUT I promise to be right there with you. You won't get hurt. Temari is here to give us the gust of wind you need to take off, I won't let you die if anything goes wrong. You can do this... i believe in you.

And so (after 4 more stops mid way before jumping off because HOLY CRAP IT WAS HIGH!) Gai finally launched off the side of the cliff with Kakashi on his head. The air currents were good and Gai did his first successful flight!

...for approximately 2 minutes before spiraling out of control because figuring out how it all came together was not easy. Gai and Kakashi ended up spinning out of control, and crash landed into a grassy field, where ended up squashed once again, under under Gai's dragon butt. Needless to say it was the least dignified moment of the god's life. (Temari. Told. Everyone.)

But they kept at it. Within five years Gai mastered flying, learning to take off from any height. And the two were free to travel the skies together for hundreds of years.

But yeah that's my take on Gai learning how to fly. What do you thin0k 😁👍

Poor Kakashi is never gonna hear the end of it XD every-time he starts pissing Obito off he’ll have to hear ‘at least i’ve never been crushed by a dragon’s ass’ and like honestly

How does one argue with that? xD (also super fitting for the scene in kakashi hidan where he accidentally smushes his face into Gai’s ass XD)

Really love Kakashi trying his best to help Gai learn to fly, and pushing him to just take that leap of faith in the end and spread his wings.

I think the hounds would cheer Gai on as he practice’s, running through the sky around him. It’s where the legends of thunder storms following him comes from

Cuz the hounds always follow him and Kakashi through the sky. Not always all of them, but at least one of them and 90% of the time it’s pakkun and Bill

[x-authorship-x]

My obsession is so bad that i couldn’t think of anything else other than shisui when i was studying so heres some scenarios involving shisui <3 (i’m blaming you 100% for this fixation)

so, here I am. expanding on my last ask abt a minor part of the my shiobi bros au while eating 2~ dollars pancakes. (also if you want PLEASE talk my mind off the naruto timeline you made, i'm interested 👀)

When they were both little– Obito called Shisui “Shishi” and sometimes when Obito wanted to be a little shit, “Sushi.” 

in retaliation, Shisui called Obito “Tobi” (Although, Obito didn’t seem to mind the nickname which infuriates Shisui.) These nicknames are a sign of trust in Shisui’s POV so Shisui never calls him ‘Tobi and usually calls him “Obito-nii” when near other people. 

(It’s a plot point later that Shisui reveals to Kakashi that he called Obito– “Tobi” as a sign of trust.

… Not that Kakashi knew it was a sign of trust or anything. Shisui said that one time when they were drinking together in a bar– and he never said it again after that.)

(Also Obito intentionally chose the name “Tobi” to be his pseudonym because of a) spite b) because lets be fr, its a childish nickname c) he’s a sentimental fucker and he really liked the nickname.)

After Obito ‘died’, whenever he would be called “Shishi” or “Sushi” – Shisui would visibly flinch but after quite some time, people started getting the memo and stopped calling him those two nicknames. 

And while Shisui is grateful for that, despite his flinches he liked being called those nicknames because it's the only impact, reminder, memory, or whatever that Obito well.. Obito was there– in his life.

Or we could totally run from the opposite direction and the Uchiha clan just never called Shisui those nicknames because omg ew Obito???? But I like my first option better lmao

- N

N-anon 😂 please actually study I can't be the bad influence in both of our lives lmao

Ahh, if you'd like a Timeline post, I'd rather it was via it's own ask so that it's got its own post and isn't clogging up this one~ so if anyone interested wants to send me an ask specifically about my Narutoverse Timeline, please feel free

ShiObi bro nicknames... My heart 🥺 Shishi can mean "líon", tho, so Shisui's like "little lion", can you imagine this loyal little fierce bby with crazy curls 😭😭😭 whilst Tobi can mean "to fly" 🥺 to Shisui, this is like his brother is dead and free... To Obito, his new name is that he's free in a different way 🥹

Also I'm dying of laughter at the end of that, you really painted this beautiful picture and then went "hahaha joking ✌️...unless? 👀"