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cooliogirl101 · 5 years ago

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For the prompt thing, 6, 13, and/or 22 (I think they all work well together), for the AU where Sayuri ends up in the Naruto-verse and is taken in by Hatake Sakumo. Romantic for those two please?

Yay, a prompt for my favorite TLM AU! Thanks and I hope it doesn’t disappoint!

6. Hiraeth- a homesickness for a home to which you can never return, the nostalgia, yearning, and grief for the lost places of your past

13. Cafune- the act of running your fingers through the hair of someone you love

22. Basorexia- the overwhelming desire to kiss

In the end, it isn’t Sakumo who gets through to her. It’s Kakashi.

It’s been nearly a month since Sakumo has invited Aizen Sayuri into their house and in that time, the only piece of information Sakumo has managed to get out of her is her name. And while she’s more responsive than she was when Sakumo first found her, there are still days where she goes long stretches of time without speaking, without eating, without doing anything but staring blankly at the wall.

With Kakashi though, she’s...better. Even on her worst days, if Kakashi asks her a question, she’ll answer. If Kakashi asks her to eat, she’ll take a few bites. If he asks for her attention, she’ll make an effort to focus on him.

Perhaps more surprising than her attachment to his son is how easily Kakashi seems to reciprocate it. Despite how well Kakashi does with people (hardly a day goes by without some civilian woman stopping them on the street to coo over how adorable he is), the reverse isn’t quite true. At best, his son tends to find people (outside of a select few) uninteresting, irritating, and stupid. At worst...well, Sakumo once found him hiding in a trash can to escape a particularly persistent civilian woman determined to pinch his cheeks.

“She’s cool. I like her,” Kakashi says, shrugging, when Sakumo asks him what he thinks about their guest.

“You don’t like the people at the Academy,” Sakumo points out.

“The people at the Academy...they’re like the wooden dolls and paper cutouts I used to play with. The look real, but they aren’t,” Kakashi says matter-of-factly, and not for the first time, Sakumo wonders if he should be worried. “Sayuri though, she’s real. Just like you and me and Uncle Jiraiya and Minato-sensei.”

“But Kakashi, the people at the Academy are real,” Sakumo says, a little helplessly. Kakashi gives him a look like he thinks Sakumo is being deliberately obtuse.

“If you say so,” he says dubiously. “Anyway, Dad, I got homework to do now.”

“I thought you already finished your homework,” Sakumo says, a little confused.

“Sayuri’s homework,” Kakashi says, rolling his eyes. “Finished my Academy homework in school, took me under five minutes. I don’t know why dummy Obito keeps complaining about how hard it is, it was so easy I almost fell asleep doing it.”

“Kakashi, I’ve told you before, not everyone learns at the same pace you do,” Sakumo says, tired.

“Then teach them to learn faster. I could do that stuff when I was three,” Kakashi says sullenly. “Why can’t Sayuri be my teacher instead? At least her assignments are interesting.”

“Giving my son homework assignments now?” Sakumo asks Sayuri later. She glances up from her book before humming in affirmation.

“He came to me complaining about how he got in trouble for not paying attention in class,” she says. Sakumo hides a wince, hearing Kakashi’s high-pitched voice in his mind all too clearly-- it’s not my fault she keeps going over stuff I already know, tell her to teach something new and I might pay attention, can’t I skip a class or two, maybe I’ll actually learn something, dad? Dad, are you listening? Dad?

“I thought it was for the best if I gave him something to keep him occupied,” she continues, a bit dryly.

“Oh? What’d you assign him?” Sakumo asks, interested. “I haven’t seen Kakashi so engaged in an assignment in...well, let’s just say I’ve never seen him interested in homework.”

“It’s a...reconnaissance mission, of sorts,” Sayuri replies, eyes brightening slightly. It’s is one of her better days, then, Sakumo thinks to himself, and can’t help but lean in slightly. “He is to take notes on each of his classmates, learn their habits, their likes and dislikes, and by the end of next month, come up with an item that is perfectly suited to each and every one of them. All without asking his targets any questions or making his assignment known to everyone. He is to then secretly deposit each of his targets’ items somewhere they will easily find them, all the while keeping his identity secret. Of course, it will be suspicious if he is the only one in his class not to receive an object, so he will need to get something for himself too.”

“So let me get this straight. His assignment is...to come up with exceedingly thoughtful gifts for each of his classmates...while also treating himself to something nice,” Sakumo says slowly.

Sayuri turns back to her book, but not before Sakumo catches the barest twitch at the corner of her mouth.

“If that’s how you want to put it,” she says blandly. “The important thing is, it will keep him entertained and even if he is caught, there will be no consequences. Quite the opposite, actually. I imagine it’ll improve his standing amongst his classmates quite a bit.”

Sakumo watches her closely.

“You’re good with him,” he says finally. “Not many people are.”

Sayuri doesn’t say anything for a long moment. When she speaks up, her eyes are distant, unfocused.

“Understanding Kakashi is easy. He is a boy living in a world far too slow for him,” she says quietly. “It’s everything else that’s difficult.”

“What would your advice be? For dealing with someone like that?” Sakumo asks, a bit too urgently. Sayuri glances at him.

“Don’t give up on him. That’s all you can do, really,” she says, before standing up and tossing the book at him. “I found a few mistakes in here, so I corrected them. I hope you don’t mind, Hatake-san.”

“Sakumo,” he calls after her as she walks away. “I’ve told you to call me Sakumo!”

She doesn’t reply and Sakumo shakes his head, a wry smile on his lips.

Well, at least he got more than a few short sentences out of her this time. Improvement.

The first time Sakumo leaves Kakashi alone in the house with Sayuri is an accident. He makes it all of half a block before realizing and dashing back, only to find Kakashi taking a nap on Sayuri’s lap while she hums to him, running her fingers through his hair. She glances up at him, taking in his panicked, unkempt appearance and smiles wryly, a knowing look in her eyes.

She doesn’t say anything though as Sakumo, resolutely refusing to be embarrassed, takes Kakashi into his arms.

The second time, he makes a point of leaving the house before doubling back to hide in some bushes to observe her. That lasts all of two seconds, ending when she steps outside, looks directly towards Sakumo’s hiding spot, and informs him, “This feels like a good time to mention that I’m a sensor.”

The third through fifth times, he leaves Kakashi with her for four and a half minutes precisely. The sixth time, seven minutes and thirteen seconds. The seventh, eighteen minutes and forty-two seconds.

The fifty-sixth time Sakumo leaves his son alone with the woman who has started to feel more like family (like pack) than a guest, is for five days, seven hours, and forty-eight minutes. He returns from his mission desperate for a shower, with three new scars and a still-bleeding cut on his shoulder, and walks through his front door with only a hint of that once-suffocating anxiety remaining.

It disappears completely at the sight of Kakashi running towards him, and with a laugh, Sakumo scoops Kakashi up in his arms, wrapping him in a tight hug.

“Ugh Dad, you stink. When’s the last time you washed?” Kakashi asks, wrinkling his nose.

“Last time you saw me, kiddo,” Sakumo grins, smile widening as Kakashi yelps in disgust, pushing him away.

“Eww, Dad, go take a shower already! Come find me again when you’re clean,” he grumbles, folding his arms across his chest. Sakumo chuckles, reaching out to ruffle Kakashi’s hair.

“Brat. Is that any way to talk to your father?” He asks fondly, before giving Kakashi a little shove. “Go do your homework, yeah? I know you haven’t finished.”

“That’s because Sayuri’s homework is hard,” Kakashi complains, although he doesn’t actually sound upset about it. “Fine, fine. When I come back, you better not stink anymore though.”

Sakumo shakes his head as Kakashi leaves, running his hand through his hair.

“Can you believe that kid? No manners, that one,” he says mournfully, glancing towards where Sayuri is standing in the hallway.

“Kakashi excels in many things but politeness is not one of them,” Sayuri agrees. “He’s not wrong though, you should take a bath.”

“Want to join me?” The words slip out before Sakumo can stop them and he promptly snaps his mouth shut in horror. “I mean--”

“You should also get that wound looked at. I know a few basic first aid techniques, but I’m no healer,” she says, apparently choosing to ignore his words. He inclines his head, unsure whether he feels disappointed or relieved.

“Will do,” he promises. She nods, something in her expression softening at that.

“It’s good to have you back, Hatake-san,” Sayuri says, a hint of a smile playing at her lips. “The house is...far quieter with you gone.”

“Ah.” Sakumo clears his throat in surprise, even as his mouth goes a little dry. “It’s--it’s good to be back.” He swallows. “Anything interesting happen while I was gone?”

“Interesting?” She pauses in thought. “Well, Kakashi scored top of his class again, as was expected. He also learned a new jutsu; I imagine you’ll be hearing a lot about that at dinner. Also, there are two dead assassins in your backyard. I buried them so the smell wouldn’t irritate Kakashi’s nose.”

Sakumo nods before realization hits, causing him to choke on his spit. “Wait, what?!”

Two hours and copious amounts of digging later, Sakumo finds himself staring at two very dead shinobi. No headband, but that didn’t even really matter at the moment. The important thing was that two enemy shinobi had somehow managed to get through Konoha’s walls and all the way to his goddamned house, where his son was, and he hadn’t been there.

Sakumo swallows, trying desperately to clamp down his rising killing intent, and finds his gaze drifting again to the single cut across each of the corpses’ necks.

Quick. Clean. Fatal.

Professional, Sakumo can’t help but think. The precise amount of force needed to end a life and no more. He wouldn’t expect that level of skill in anyone below jounin rank.

He finds Sayuri at the sink washing dishes, as if someone hadn’t just tried to kill her, as if there aren’t two dead bodies in their backyard right now. She doesn’t turn around, even as he strides up to her, grasping her by the shoulders.

“Kakashi?” He murmurs into her ear.

“Doesn’t know,” she replies levelly. “They arrived about half an hour before he was due to come home from school. I buried them in the yard before he came back.”

“And you?” His grip tightens. “Are you injured?”

“Worried about me, Hatake-san?” Sayuri asks, tilting her head to the side.

His jaw clenches. “Answer the question.”

“No, I’m not injured,” she says, setting a cup on the drying rack. “You can relax.”

Sakumo exhales heavily, feeling his shoulders slump in relief.

“I--good. That’s...that’s good,” he says, releasing his grip. For a moment, Sakumo doesn’t say anything, just closes his eyes to better focus on Kakashi and Sayuri’s chakra signatures.

It was going to be okay. They were alive, they were safe, they were here and with him. Everything was going to be okay.

“Hatake-san? Are you alright?” Was he imagining the hint of concern in her voice?

“I’m never leaving again,” Sakumo informs her, voice tight. “If the Hokage needs an S-ranked ninja, he can send Jiraiya. Or Orochimaru. I’m not picky.”

At that, Sayuri turns off the water before finally, finally turning around to face him.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she says, exasperated. “I’m sure you’ve guessed by now that I’m not your...average civilian. I can handle myself. And--” She takes in a deep breath. “And I wouldn’t let anything happen to Kakashi. You know that.”

“I believe you.” In fact, it worries him a little how much he believes her. “But I’m still not leaving. What happened today was...it was too much of a close call.”

“I wouldn’t call it close. I understand your concern, but I mean.” Her brow furrows slightly. “It’s not like they were good assassins. Or average, really. Even mediocre is being generous.”

Sakumo huffs out a laugh.

“And I’m the ridiculous one?” He mumbles to himself.

“Yes,” Sayuri replies without hesitation. “I’m the only one being logical here.”

Sakumo shakes his head in disbelief.

“You do realize that for most people, for normal people, assassins-- yes, even incompetent assassins-- are something to be worried about?”

“Not where I come from,” she argues, and it’s the first time he’s heard her bring up anything from her past. “Where I come from, there are worse things to be worried about.”

“Is that so?” Sakumo asks, and he can’t quite resist reaching out with one hand to cup the side of her face.

“Someday,” he murmurs, pressing his forehead to hers. “I am going to get your entire life story out of you. I don’t care if it takes the rest of my life to do so. I bet it’ll be fascinating.”

“Sounds almost like a threat,” she answers, for the first time sounding just the tiniest bit unsteady. “Then again, being interrogated by you sounds like it could be...enjoyable.”

Her gaze flickers briefly to his lips and in that moment, all Sakumo can think about is how this woman protected his son today, killed for his son today, and how he so very desperately wants to press his mouth to hers.

With a shaky breath, he pulls back.

“Sakumo?” Sayuri asks in a small voice, sounding more uncertain than he’s ever heard her.

“When you’re ready,” he whispers hoarsely. “When you’re ready and no sooner.”

“Could be a while,” Sayuri murmurs, eyes darkened and cheeks still flushed a faint red.

“Take however long you need,” he says, and means every word. “I’ll be waiting.”

(I headcanon that reiatsu and chakra are a bit different, so all of Sayuri’s emotion-sensing abilities are thrown just slightly off. And as someone who has spent the past however many centuries growing increasingly reliant on her sensing abilities, having to make that adjustment is extremely annoying for her.

It also puts her on more equal ground with Sakumo, who has just been having THE most difficult time trying to read this woman.

Also Sakumo, for the past few months: wow way to be exceedingly obvious about how much you want her, get it together Hatake, can’t you see she’s gone through some shit, if you keep this up she’s going to think you’re pressuring her and then you’ll just push her away

Sayuri: okay, so like. I THINK he’s into me? Like, pretty sure. But I can’t be 100% certain with the spiritual energy here being so weird. Also it’s been months and he hasn’t made a move? In my experience, when men want sex they tend to make a move in the first...well, twenty minutes if they’re the patient type.)

Ugh this ended up super long but @kamkong you asked for romantic and I felt like it wouldn’t make sense without some lead-up into how he fell for her. And so basically Sayuri comes back to herself through Kakashi and Sakumo falls for her through Kakashi-- idk, it felt right.

#kamkong #tlm!au #lightning mist au

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sketchyselkie · 7 years ago

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STORY OUTLINE-

Pans across the kingdom, explaining for it is a land where all your fairy-tale princes and princesses live in peace and harmony, the land of Ever After. However, it is ruled over by someone you may not expect… someone a little obscure her subjects may say. (black page with text?)

Front door bell dings, signalling post as arrived at the castle and spacebat’s ears prick up. He flies to the door to pick it up, the letter is like twice the size of him. He reads the letter, and it explains Francine is invited as the guest of honour at the Royal Princess Reunion as she is ruler of this land. Space bat puts the letter in his mouth and flies up a grand stair case towards her lab. At the top of the staircase is a big oil painting of Francine which leads into the next panel. She is working away at her table, piecing together the final bits of her experiment when spacebat flies in. ‘Ah... if I just attach this leg then this little guy will be ready for some thunder!’ She exclaims, attaching the leg to a weird mutant corpse of a rabbit ‘Oh, sup Spacebat? What’s that?’ ‘GAH!’ He yells, as it is all he can say, placing the letter down on her desk by the window. The room they’re in is massive, it covers almost the entire floor plan on the castle. At one end is Francine’s lab, where she carries out her obscure experiments and the other is her study, filled with rows of old books. By the grand windows sits her desk, where she scribbles away ideas for new experiments.

‘Oh, a letter? Gimme five and then I’ll look at it. This lil’ guy is pretty much ready. Turn on the lightening catcher will ya?’ She responds, carrying the rabbit corpse over to an operating table. Space bat turns on several buttons on a large machine before readying himself to pull a giant lever.

‘GAH?’ He asks.

Francine is strapping down the rabbit and attaching to crocodile clips to two bolts protruding from its neck, ‘Okay yep, pull the lever SB!’

Green lightening runs from the two rods at the top of the machine spacebat turns on, and down cords leading to the clips at the rabbit’s neck, Francine jumps up and down like an excited schoolgirl ��It has to work this time! I attached the bolts at an alternate point in the nervous system! We can’t fail!’ she cries out.

The rabbits body begins to twitch as life enters it once more, Francine’s excitement grows.

The machine finally cuts off as a little adorable monster rabbit now sits upright on the table, before poofing into a black pile of ash.

‘DAMMIT! We were so close this time!’ Francine wails before traipsing over to her desk and throwing herself down in the chair. ‘Let’s look at this dumb letter then’ She sighs.

Spacebat is seen brushing away the ash on the table with a tiny broom. Francine reads the letter.

‘Oh God.’ She exclaims, ‘Spacebat, you know what this means… it time to wear…. The gown’ She looks over towards a dusty cobwebbed part of the room where a wardrobe sits, all her lab coats are laid out and pretty much everything else that looks like what she’s wearing. However, shrouded in moonlight seeping in from the window is a really grotesque looking ballgown, saved for her most Royal of duties, none of which she’d had to see to yet.

‘I’m going to CRY, these princesses are going to eat me alive!’ She cries, placing her head into her hands.

‘GAH!’ Spacebat says, now mobbing with a tiny mob and bucket.

‘Hm, that’s true I am their Queen, BUT they’re all just so… so… sickly sweet. Father did say this day had to come and I had to be ready for it but why can’t I just nap forever instead?’ She looks up from her desk. She sighs heavily once more, ‘Looks like we’re gonna have to make you a tux Spacebat, oh and go call us a carriage, we have a ball to attend…’

Exposition shot of Cinderella’s castle. High angle of Francine and spacebat looking up at it from outside their carriage.

‘That’s a… fancy castle’ Francine mumbles. Before they step inside. She’s now wearing a grim-looking ball gown that does kind of resemble her casual dress. But she does look uncomfortable and out of place in it.

As she reaches the doorway leading to the ball room, she hears her name being muttered. She peers through the doorway and finds herself at the top of a grand staircase. The other Princesses are all huddled together drinking, giggling and chatting away. (low angle as if the reader is a part of their crowd, you can just make out Francine at the top of the stairs looking through the open door).

‘I really don’t know’ Snow White smirks ‘I doubt any prince would want her, have you SEEN her beak of a nose?’ They erupt into laughter.

‘And that AWFUL fashion sense she has, like why? Sleeping beauty wakes to question.

‘Not to mention those creepy experiments she’s up to that I’ve heard people whispering about’ The Little Mermaid Shudders.

‘True… And if she does have a guy he MUST be blind!’ Rose adds. Cinderella nods in agreement.

She sighs ‘Nah, she doesn’t have a Prince, be real guys. It won’t be long before I, regrettably, must step in with my Love and rule over this Kingdom’ she adds sarcastically.

‘So wait, how long does she have to need to be married?’ The Little Mermaid asks, a blank expression of her face.

‘Well, she was supposed to be married like a month ago, but did you attend any wedding?’ Snow responds.

Francine grimaces. Having had enough of listening to them, she slams open the door, startling the princesses.

‘Sup ladies’ she greets them, putting on a bold front ‘sorry I’m late, I was busy telephoning my love!’

‘You what?’ Cinderella looks deeply confused.

‘My super handsome and totally real Prince!’ She replies, coming down the staircase now ‘Oh yeah, he’s like super sorry he couldn’t be here to meet you guys and meet your… fellas’ (panel of the princes stood by the buffet, looking dumb and vacant)

‘But he’s off on a quest to destroy 10,000 Vampires who were planning to wipe out our Kingdom, it’s chill now- said it’s sorted! Heart of a Lion, my guy’ (maybe thought bubble appears here?)

‘So… you ARE married?’ Rose asks ‘When? Where were our invites???’ she whines.

‘We eloped, Spacebat officiated, we’re just SO in love we wanted to do it ASAP’ Francine plays up the sickly sweet front.

‘Oh? Is he handsome?’ TLM grins excitedly.

‘So handsome!’ Francine smiles, ‘Gorgeous jet black hair, and super swole’ she acts out flexing her muscles, spacebat does the same. Cinderella’s eyes squint and she folds her arms, not believing what she’s hearing.

‘Well then, I want to meet him as soon as. What’s to say you’re not just making all this up, Francine?’ She says bitterly ‘Wouldn’t surprise me in the slightest’

Francine gulps ‘Uh, well um… He’ll be back on Friday I believe… Why don’t you all come over for dinner? She asks nervously, realising she’s digging herself into a hole.

‘Fine, we’ll be there’ Cinderella scoffs.

‘Fine, I hope you’ll be there’ Francine claps back with a false smile.

Francine is pacing back and forth in her lab, panicked, since she’s never really been all that bothered in finding a boyfriend, let alone husband. Her practise is her life, and right now she’s more interested in finally getting her experiment right than planning a poxy wedding…

‘That’s it!’ she exclaims, ‘If I can’t just magic up a Prince out of thin air, then I’ll make one!’ She yells, running over to her library of books and starts frantically searching for books on human anatomy.

‘GAH!’ Spacebat yells, dodging the books she’s tossing aside.

‘No, it’s only like 10% unethical, more practical then anything else! Please Spacebat, I’ll need your help finding body parts! She responds, her head buried in the bookcase.

‘GAH!’ Spacebat yells again.

‘Oh, screw your morals, SB! I’ll build that spaceship you’ve always wanted if you promise to help me our here, kid!’ she bribes.

‘…Gah’ Spacebat thinks longingly about soaring off to the moon in a fancy space rocket… his all-time goal.

‘I knew I’d get’cha to come around!’ Francine chuckles.

A montage scene narrated by Francine of them collecting body parts by grave robbing etc and then working together to stitch together the monster and reading away at anatomy books etc, She’s outlining the plan in the narration-

‘First we’ll sneak off to the biggest graveyard in the Kingdom at the witching hour where no one will catch us in action… then we’ll get stitchin’. Body parts we’re not to sure on, we’ll just keep in the fridge, y’know, for safe keeping! Then we’ll do a bit more research to make sure everything’s in.. proportion… you get what I’m saying! And then Voila! We shock the guy with some electricity and we should have ourselves a super sexy prince!’

Francine clamps the crocodile clips to the two bolts at either side of the monster’s neck before giving the signal to Spacebat to pull the lever. This scene mirrors the rabbit scene; however, Francine succeeds and screams with glee when the monster opens his eyes.

‘HE’S ALIVE!’ she yells excitedly.

The monster stands up and Francine admires her work. (Ben Swolo reference here). Potential full page.

‘Spacebat, grab my sewing kit! We’re gonna have to make him a Tux!’ She says proudly.

The princesses all arrive at the castle and look up.

‘What IS this place?’ Snow white grimaces.

‘I dunno but it’s giving me the creeps’ TLM responds, shivering.

Space bat opens the door and lets the princesses in, they all frown and scowl as they walk through the corridors towards the ballroom.

They enter the door to find an dark empty ballroom, ever so faintly lit be candles. Francine claps her hands and the flames grow large. The princesses are able to make out she is perched on her throne nonchalantly.

‘Welcome ladies!’ She jeers, waving up a glass of wine.

‘Okay, cut the bull, Francine! Where’s this prince?’ Cinderella yells back, hands on hips.

Francine gestures towards another door on the Princesses’ right. The doors swing open, two green hands firmly on each door. The doors have also made huge cracks up the wall with the impact they’ve made. There is an ominous black figure with piercing yellow eyes stood, waiting.

They look terrified as they wait for him to enter the light of the ballroom. He steps into the light and roars violently at the princesses causing them to scream, scatter and run straight out the castle.

‘Told you he was DEAD GORGEOUS!’ Francine chuckles with Spacebat as she then watches him chase after the princesses.

Francine and the monster then skip off ever so happily into the sunset, a trail of bloody footprints behind them, implying her monster did kill the princesses, maybe there’s a tiara or two on the floor. Spacebat is seen flying away in his rocket.

The End.

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