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yellowocaballero · 5 months ago

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“I’m afraid I must call you out of retirement for a final mission.”

Cold ice shot through Tobi’s chest. Fuck.

Did he know? He couldn’t. If he knew, he wouldn’t show it like this. His visit with T&I would be a lot less cheerful, that’s for sure. Was he prodding Tobi, watching for his reaction? Did Sarutobi honestly think he’d slip up? Tobi was incapable of slipping up. He couldn’t tell the truth with a kunai to his throat at this point.

“What sort of mission is it?” Tobi asked excitedly, ripping open the folder. He held the paper up and slowly mouthed the words on the page, fighting to get through the page. Look at him, he filled out his mission reports in crayon and could barely read. “Mission report…assignment duration, promotion or release…pay…oh, ew…assignment…jounin sensei…”

Tobi trailed off.

Distantly, he heard himself say, “Um. Maybe this is a mistake?”

As promised in last post. Kakashi & Obito roleswap. Barely. It's complicated. Please pay no attention to how many roleswaps I have written. Just ignore it. Do me a favor and do not think about it. OK? Thank you.

Snippet from a much longer, much messier document. This part was the very first part writiten and very much a proof of concept. I'm trying to figure out if I should overhaul the thing and turn this into an actual story, so let me know.

Short beginning scene of Tobito's Wild Ride under the cut.

“Tobi. Thank you for coming.”

Obviously, Tobi didn’t bow or kneel. That wasn’t the sort of person Tobi was. He just grinned broadly, waving so broadly that his body swayed with the motion. “Gramps! Hello! Wow, you’ve gotten old since I’ve seen you!”

Sarutobi chuckled, raising a pipe to his mouth. The pipe - either ‘I’m thinking hard’, ‘I want to pretend I’m thinking hard and giving due consideration to your idea when I don’t really care’, or ‘I’ve already decided and I’m pretending that you have a say in this’. What was the point of the last one? This was a literal military dictatorship. Tobi forgot how exhausting this man could be.

“It has been a while,” Sarutobi said indulgently. “Since…the T&I incident, I believe?”

Tobi giggled, high and childish. “Inoichi-san got sooo mad. But Tobi said he was real, real, real sorry, so I hope he’s not still mad…oh, no.” Tobi gasped, face falling in desolation. “Is Inoichi-san still mad at me? Oh, Tobi can go apologize again -”

“It’s water under the bridge.” Tobi exhaled gustily, wiping the back of his hand against his brow. It wasn’t his fault Inoichi hated him. Apparently his mind was absolutely impenetrable. Something about constant children’s lullabies just playing full blast in his head. Or songs regarding a specific time of day someplace in the world. “I have to apologize, Tobi. I always feel as if I should keep a better eye on you. There’s never enough time in the day for all of the people we care about. Please forgive me for my inattention to you.”

Manipulative old fuck. Tobi panicked, embarrassed by the attention and affection. He waved his hands quickly, almost jumping up and down. “Gramps! It’s okay! Tobi’s not lonely or sad! He still has Sasuke-chan! Sasuke-chan wasn’t brutally murdered, so Tobi’s A-OK!” Tobi had to tell himself that a lot. Every morning after a nightmare, which meant every morning period. “And I met a really nice old lady yesterday and helped her down the street. She gave me an apple sweet. It was delicious! So there’s nothing to forgive, Gramps!”

“I’m glad,” Sarutobi said warmly. Ugh. Tobi knew objectively that Minato-sensei had tried to imitate that tone, but he still liked to convince himself that Sarutobi was mimicking Minato-sensei. That was a good one, he’d have to use it. “Sasuke-kun is actually why I called you here today.”

That kid. Tobi sighed. “Tobi is sorry that Tobi cannot control Sasuke-chan. I’ve told him that punching Naruto-kun is bad, but he just doesn’t listen…”

“I’m sure you’ll find a method somehow.” Sarutobi pushed a thin file folder across the desk, and Tobi curiously stepped forward and picked it up. He’d know a file like that anywhere. It was a mission assignment folder. “I’m afraid I must call you out of retirement for a final mission.”

Cold ice shot through Tobi’s chest. Fuck.

How did Tobi feel about this? Tobi sure as hell knew how Obito felt - desperately wondering if a T&I visit was in his future. Tobi was scared of the missions, sure. But he was a five year old. How would a five year old react to these things?

Well. Tobi knew how he would have reacted. He would have sighed and rolled his eyes about yet another mission. Pretty impressive when you were burned out of your career at five years old. He blamed the two month graduation for years before he learned of Rin and Kakashi’s hell and eventually concluded that it could have been worse. At least Tobi was paid for his war zone.

“A mission?” Tobi gushed. He clenched on the folder far too tightly, like a child clutching a wheezing frog. “I’m going on missions again?” He jumped a little, his usual little show of excitement. Kept his energy up. “Does that mean Gramps isn’t mad at me anymore?”

Tobi carefully snuck a glance up from the folder, checking Sarutobi’s expression. Sarutobi’s face was impassive stone, as usual, but he looked a little worn too. “We were never angry with you.”

Tobi fully looked up, tilting his head and frowning. “Nuh-uh. Tobi remembers. Everybody was so mad at Tobi. Just because his hand slipped…it wasn’t Tobi’s fault.”

“We know,” Sarutobi said gently. “Minato didn’t retire you because he was angry with you. He was only looking out for you.”

Well, Tobi didn’t want to be out of fucking retirement. It was objectively insane to put him on any mission. Tobi had gotten sabotaging every attempt to make him a useful member of society down to a fucking art. He had a shitton of inheritance to blow and a nice long civilian life to blow it on. Maybe he was too stubborn about it - Iruka was definitely convinced that he was the second laziest person in the village and sabotaged his assigned jobs on purpose, which Tobi would have resented if it wasn’t absolutely true - but spite was important. Spite woke him up in the morning.

The only thing that helped him tolerate this stupid village was his hate for it. Ain’t that just the way.

Tobi trailed off.

Distantly, he heard himself say, “Um. Maybe this is a mistake?”

“Trust me. You’re hardly our first choice.” Finally, they agreed on something. “But you’re the only one in this village with a Sharingan, Tobi. You’re the only one who can teach Sasuke how to use his power.”

“Nuh-uh. Um. This is a mistake. Ha ha.” Tobi ripped the paper from the folder, crumpling it into a ball and tossing it over his shoulder. “Because, um, I can’t use my Sharingan. Did Gramps maybe forget that? Ha ha?”

“But you still remember how to use it. Even if you can’t use it yourself, you can still walk Sasuke-kun through using his.” Sarutobi eyed Tobi knowingly, the dim glowing embers of his pipe reflecting a soft light in his eyes. “You were once a genius with the Sharingan, Tobi. They said you were the best since Madara.”

Yeah! Yeah, they did say that, old man! That was the whole fucking problem!

Mention of the Sharingan or Tobi’s old talents always upset him, so this was a great springboard into nipping this in the bud. He’d throw a hissy fit if he had to. Tobi had killer hissy fits. That was how Sasuke was given a seat as head of house in the Clan Council. Tobi’s wail could pierce eardrums and Sasuke had deserved that fucking seat.

“Tobi doesn’t like the Sharingan anymore!” Tobi exclaimed. “Tobi wants to help Sasuke-chan, Gramps, cross Tobi’s heart! But Tobi doesn’t like the Sharingan and the Sharingan don’t like Tobi. And that’s just the truth.” Tobi crossed his arms, sniffling and scrunching his nose. “And don’t say what you’re gonna say. Tobi knows what’s up. Minato-sensei’s little boy is on that team too, isn’t he?”

He absolutely was. Tobi had speed-read the entire document while he was reading it out loud. But even the remnant of Obito’s genius was still considerable, and Tobi’s moments of keen insight were useful for pushing the enemy into a corner.

“I thought you might appreciate the chance to look after your sensei’s son,” Sarutobi said mildly, removing a silver lighter from his pocket. Engraved, a gift from Biwako. Was that on purpose? A mind game on Tobi, an unconscious memory on his part, or a purposeful evocation of a memory just for him? Was he trying to remind Tobi of something or corner Obito? Damn this man. “Help him like your sensei helped you.”

The really great thing about Tobi was that he could get away with saying this. It was only to the left of cathartic, but at least it was in the zone. “I’m not stupid, Gramps!” Tobi yelled. The ANBU in the corners twitched, but when Sarutobi’s fingernail clicked on the silver lighter they subsided. “You’re giving Minato-sensei and Kushina-neechan’s little baby and his fox to the last Sharingan because you want the Sharingan to eat the Fox! Why are you doing what you want when you know it won’t work? Tobi’s tried, he can’t - he can’t, Gramps.”

It wasn’t the sort of thing any self-respecting Uchiha would admit. Half of them would kill themselves if they lost their Sharingan. Uchiha Obito, whose Sharingan was the pride and joy of the clan - who was the Uchiha’s Uchiha before Itachi-kun was even a twinkle in his mother’s eye - would never abandon his one point of value.

And everybody knew how prideful the Uchiha were. There was no Uchiha alive who would pretend to be Tobi. Could you imagine? What Uchiha would humiliate themselves like this with a goofy smile on their face? A regular human being could barely do it. An Uchiha? Forget it. Impossible.

But Kushina-neechan’s favorite shinobi was always the most surprising of all. And Obito cared about that more than all the rest.

The only ninja who would have ferreted him out was Kakashi. Kakashi and his dopey, stupid smile. His ridiculous porn books and his clumsy pratfalls. His laziness, lateness, and utter underachiever lifestyle. Only Kakashi ever said those words, with a wink and a smile: a true shinobi looked underneath the underneath. So save your energy and watch the clouds with me, Uchiha-kun. No? Maybe next time…

The next time never came. Being a good Uchiha had always meant something, and the useless son of a disgraced clan meant nothing at all. Nothing to anybody but Minato and Kushina and Rin and Obito.

“You’re better than nothing.” In that second, Sarutobi really did look very tired. He didn’t look like he was lying at all. “You’re the best we have, Tobi.”

Tobi was silent. Sarutobi knew it wasn’t much of a compliment. Even somebody like Tobi would know that.

“As a favor to Sasuke-kun and Naruto-kun,” Sarutobi said, “and as a favor to me. Please give these children the help you can. Don’t worry - I’ll ask the other jounin to pitch in and help.”

Tobi lowered his voice, and he allowed his tone to grow a little more serious. “I’m not strong. I’m not good at molding chakra and I haven’t really fought anyone in a long time. I can’t protect the children.”

“We’ll be careful,” Sarutobi allowed. But there was something in his eye… “You may be rusty, but I doubt you’re out of the ring yet. Have a little faith in yourself.” The look in his eyes glinted and grew, and for the first time he stared right at Tobi. “You did hold your own against Uchiha Itachi.”

They stared at each other for a long second, two. A little too late, Tobi laughed and scrubbed the back of his neck. “Silly Gramps! I said a billion times. Tobi hid. I don’t think Itachi-kun thought it was worth it to kill me…I don’t think Itachi-kun ever thought I was a real Uchiha. But we’ve showed him, huh?” Tobi grinned, jabbing a finger at his chest. “Now there’s three whole Uchiha in the whole wide world! One third’s a serial killer, one third’s twelve, and one third is…drumroll please…Tobi! Konoha’s in good hands, ne?”

Tobi smiled at the man who ordered Uchiha Itachi to kill their entire family.

Sarutobi smiled back at the man who was currently pulling the most intricate and improbable lying campaign in a village of ninjas. In Obito’s defense, it was to save his own life. Sarutobi had murdered his family to - well, save the village, but Tobi didn’t have to like it.

“Thank you for accepting the mission. I trust you’ll do splendidly.”

“Uh. Tobi didn’t -”

“The children ought to be waiting for you in the schoolroom at 1000 hours. You ought to head over - I expect you’re already late.”

Tobi squealed, looking at the unwound watch on his wrist and slapping his head. “Oh no! I’m late, I’m late, I’m late! Bye, Gramps! You promise-promise to get back-up for Tobi, right?”

Pleasantly, Sarutobi said, “I would not trust you alone with those children, no.”

“Yay! Okay, gotta goooo!”

When he left Sarutobi’s office, he was about ten minutes late to his meeting with the children. By the time he arrived at the school he was over an hour late. Lost on the road of life and all that. It didn’t matter - venting about this ridiculousness to Kakashi was way more important than meeting the brats on time.

This would be a disaster. There was no way this would end well. Tobi was a brain damaged, traumatized moron who couldn’t use his one skill and who hadn’t been on active duty since he whoopsie-daisy’d his sword into his best friend’s heart. If Sarutobi didn’t keep up his promise and drag in the other jounin to take up his slack then he’d riot. Did he want Tobi to do work? Tobi? He had resigned from capitalism and the military industrial complex. Pulling him into this shit again - as if he hadn’t suffered enough -

As if Sasuke and Naruto hadn’t. Maybe one of Sarutobi’s stupid-ass motivations was because he knew that only Tobi would be nice to Sasuke and Naruto. Damn Naruto especially. For that, at least…if only as a favor to Minato-sensei…

To make up for it…maybe a little bit of real work would be the least he could do.

Ugh. Hopefully not that much.

Tobi finally touched down at the school, following the Academy hallways to Sasuke’s classroom by route memory. He dropped off Sasuke’s lunch a lot. It embarrassed him so much. It was classic.

Tobi walked into the classroom and allowed a large basket of glitter to fall on top of his head.

A peal of laughter squealed throughout the room, and Tobi opened his eyes to see Uzumaki Naruto clutching his sides and laughing his ass off. Quite rudely, Sasuke had his feet propped up on a desk. That third girl was sitting primly in her seat, terrified.

“What an idiot! Our new sensei actually fell for - wait.” Naruto straightened, squinting at Tobi. He yelled, jabbing a finger at him. “Hey! Number Two Ramen Fan! What the hell are you doing here?”

Sasuke almost fell out of his seat. He scrambled to his feet, panicked in his special Sasuke way - that was, eyes a little wider than usual. “Tobi? Did I forget my lunch?”

“Um?” Sakura Haruno hunched her shoulders in her seat, picking at the corner of a scroll. “Uchiha Obito’s our sensei. I thought you knew. Did you…not know?”

“Is this a joke?” Sasuke cried. “Who the hell thought this was funny? Tobi couldn’t fight his way out of a paper bag! If they’re bullying us again, I swear to god I’ll strangle whoever -”

“Whoah,” Naruto cried, impressed. “Violent!”

“Everybody’s always bullying Tobi,” Sasuke snapped. “I’m an Uchiha. What sort of Uchiha would I be if I tolerated that?”

Glitter dripped down Tobi’s hair and sprinkled onto his clothing. He smiled, big and bright, and clapped his hands together. Sasuke was groaning, but Naruto and Sakura just leaned in closer - caught in a morbid curiosity, desperate to meet their own fate. Signed and sealed. “Tobi’s first impression of you all is…you’re so funny! Tobi likes you!”

The kids paled.

#my writing #i had to do a ton more research on the character (“ton”) since writing this so I think i might write him differently now #perhaps. perhaps.#anyway yes the conceit is “obito is uchiha genius who is faking brain damage on main for the most insane reasons”#he's not more normal than if he's a supervillain. frankly. worse.

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httpino · 5 months ago

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hiii! no one asked but i wanted to post my team 10 related headcanons. again not canon compliant at all n its very college au :D

Team 10 Headcanons

- choji has to start using everyone else as his taste testers because ino n shikamaru are sick of his food

- like don’t get them wrong they love it normally but after choji cooks the same hidden cloud dish for the millionth time (he’s preparing a home cooked meal for karui), they’re tapped out

- one time there were rumors that shikamaru n ino were dating and ino almost tf passed out

- she was wondering where she went so wrong

- it was the most embarrassing week of her life and to this day, she can’t think about it without being annoyed

- they drunkenly got matching tattoos

- ino has instigated every single fight to happen in her 4 years at konoha academy

- and trust n believe she got those fight videos too

- ino taught choji and shikamaru all about flowers

- they didn’t gaf that much but they start to find it interesting how many different things can be conveyed with flowers

- especially when they started dating their respective girlfriend

- ino is dramatic and cannot go out with choji n shikamaru if they look messy (in her eyes)

- she’ll see a wrinkle in shikamaru’s shirt and she makes him take it off and shows him how to iron it

- ino damn near threw up when her dad made a joke about her marrying shikamaru or choji

- she called them her brothers n inoichi never bothered her again

- choji brought up his n karui’s 6 month anniversary and shikamaru n ino are like “??? who??”

- choji remembers that he actually forgot to tell them lolz!

- it wasn’t on purpose, after choji went on an extended trip to the hidden cloud n met karui, he just wanted to keep her to himself for a bit

- speaking of dating, shikamaru n choji tried the whole “if you hurt her we’ll kill you” spiel on sai but he was so unphased that they were embarrassed

- they realized their worry was unneeded after sai made a girl who was nasty to ino cry

- when shikamaru tells them that he’s officially dating temari, he watches choji begrudgingly slip ino a twenty dollar bill

- appalled they were betting on him but mainly that choji was betting against him

- they’re all very very comfy with one another

- i’m talking they had sleepovers up until the age of 17 and after they graduated, they moved in together

- no one can really guess what vibe these mfs be on, the only people who truly understand them is them

- their ideal days all consist of spending time with one another

- ino really doesnt play about these two

- they’re her blood (in her mind) and anyone who slights them have slighted her

- which is terrible for shikamaru n choji’s opps because you never want ino fucking yamanaka mad at you

- very unserious trio, we love you inoshikacho!

#naruto #naruto shippuden #naruto headcanon #team 10 #team 10 headcanon #ino yamanaka #shikamaru nara #choji akimichi #inoshikacho #httpino

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x-emeraldsky-x · 10 months ago

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Prompt - Only One Bed

Shikamaru groaned lightly as he walked to the village gate. Per Hokage's orders, he was tasked with housing one of the Hidden Sand's Jounin for a week, and as much of a drag it was, he was grateful only his father was home for the duration. He loved his mother dearly, but he had no intentions of hearing any talk, whether it was about dating, marriage or sex.

The very thought of bringing a woman to his mother shook him to his core, especially a woman like Temari. Temari was very forward, and often she'd lack a filter for the things she'd say. His mother quite easily took offense to things, and Temari's "I-Don't-Give-A-Fuck" nature was surely a horrible mix.

As the gate neared he tried to push his exhaustion away. Temari was a woman in high power, and despite what his younger self would think, Shikamaru respected her quite a lot. It was important to him to look professional in front of her.

Temari was a very intelligent woman. Often her battle strategies had led Sunagakure strongly, she was an amazing leader. Authoritive, but still caring towards the soldiers of Suna. She also showed great skill when it came to puzzles and boardgames, she was one of the few people to come close to beating him competitively. Her dedication to protecting her family was also quite admirable; always rushing in to defend her brothers, even when they were strong enough to do it themselves. She was so full of love, and balanced her work and home life well. Shikamaru admired her strengths greatly.

A light burn on his cheeks brought him out of his thoughts, whether it was a blush or the sun, he wasn't sure, but Temari's voice began to creep to his ears. He had to focus now.

Temari stood talking to a couple guards at the gate, the two that often teased Shikamaru for his apparent "obvious crush", Izumo and Kotetsu. Dreading the embarrassment, he waited for her to finish talking before approaching so they didn't have to stay long.

He muttered a small greeting, ignoring the shit-eating grins from the men beside him, and turned to Temari.

Her eyes carried dark circles, clearly tired from her travels. She had a tendency to get careless and do the whole trip on one nights sleep and a nap, and while Shikamaru found it troublesome, it was the perfect excuse to get home faster.

"Oh! There's the little love bird. It's such a shame he always keeps you waiting. It's already late afternoon!"

"Yeah! Come on, Shikamaru. Have some mercy on the poor girl, she's already stuck with you~"

Temari shook her head, half waving to them while walking off. The two said their goodbyes, and after Shikamaru glared at the them for their immaturity, he started to lead Temari across town.

They went their typical route, passing shops with their keepers trying to draw Temari in with their wears, kids dancing and playing together on the path, and all the usual Shinobi and Kunoichi making their way to their posts. It was relaxing in the only way your hometown could bring, and although Temari wasn't from Konoha, he could see her enjoying it too.

She watched the busy streets with a soft smile, the same smile she gives to her brothers, full of love and admiration. There was a sadness in her eyes, though. The sadness of growing up, or more so, watching your family grow up. Shikamaru didn't understand how it felt, but maybe one day he would.

As the sun began to set, they arrived at the house. Loud talking and slight shouting rustled the walls. Shikamaru groaned, recognising the voices, and slid open the door.

"I'm home, father... and Chouza and Inoichi."

The three men turned to them, raising their glasses and laughing. While Shikamaru and Temari stepped inside and removed their sandals, the room was filled with tipsy greetings.

"Welcome home, son. And, uh... who's your friend?"

"She's uhm, a Jounin. From Suna. She's staying here for a week."

Temari looked around while Shikamaru spoke with his father, grimacing at the smell of alcohol as she passed by. Family photos and clan symbols lined the walls. It was far more cozy than her home at Suna. With both her and Kankuro on missions, and Gaara as the Kazekage, it was practically unlived in.

Bits and pieces of conversation filtered in through her focus, Shikamaru arguing with the three men about their relationship. In a way, it reminded her of her own parents during their love, commenting on any boy she showed interest in and teasing her about crushes. None the less, what Shikamaru said was true. They weren't together, and while she was an adult and he was still 16, they wouldn't be until many years have passed.

Eventually, Shikamaru got fed up with their banter and lead Temari to his bedroom, where she would be staying throughout the trip. It was a small room with a simple double bed, very little furniture inhabited it aside from necessities. It had a door leading to a private bathroom as well.

Exhausted and quite gross from her travels, Temari decided to hit the showers while Shikamaru prepared the room better. Fluffing the pillows and making sure nothing vulgar was out in the open; he was a boy in his late teenage years of course. When he was done, he sat and waited for her on the bed.

The sound of running water covered the loud three man party in the living room, Shikamaru was rather surprised that Ino and Chouji weren't there was well. Usually if one generation of "Ino-Shika-Chou" was present, the other would be too. Maybe his father took pity on him and decided just three people teasing him was enough.

Around five minutes had passed before the water shut off, and Shikamaru prepared to take one himself. The door opened and after one final look around the room, he had a realisation.

"Where are you gonna sleep, Mr. Crybaby?"

He didn't have another place to sleep.

Shikamaru's face began to flush from embarrassment. How did he not plan this out better? He felt like an idiot. Temari's laughter didn't help either.

"I didn't plan this right."

"Clearly," Temari snorted. "But it's fine. I'll sleep on the floor, I have a sleeping bag."

Shikamaru watched her unfurl it, stopping her before she laid down. Temari raised her eyebrow, unimpressed by the contact.

"No. You've had too big of a walk to be sleeping on the floor. Take the bed."

Temari moved her body from his, crossing her arms and looking down at him. It wasn't much of a tactic to intimidate him, only to show her displeasure, but it was affective in both.

"I'm not taking your bed from you."

"I'm not letting you sleep on the floor!"

They went back and forth for a few minutes, both just as stubborn as the other, before Temari gave up.

"Look, if it's that important to you, lets just share the bed. Put pillows in the middle."

Shikamaru grumbled lightly. While he did respected her greatly, she was quite a troublesome person. He swallowed his pride and accepted.

The rest of the evening went smoothly from then on. Shikamaru gathered some food for them while Temari took the time to relax; stretching and easing the tension in her muscles. Shikamaru's matress was soft. It sunk in beneath her weight quite a bit, constantly making the pillow wall fall apart, but it was worth the annoyance after the past few days.

Shikamaru came back with a simple meal. With how fast it came, Temari guessed it was premade. Shikamaru didn't seem like the type to cook, quickly or good, but food was food in the end.

While they ate, Shikamaru looked at Temari closely for the first time since he met with her. She was only wearing a bra and long pants, a good portion of her skin showing, and the most odd thing, she had her hair tied into two rather than four. Her skin looked rough and damaged from wear he sat, he was willing to bet it'd feel just the same, and her body had many healed scars from training and battle. He had heard how harsh Suna's training was, he wondered how many scars were from village people and how many were from enemies.

"Whatdya staring at?"

Shikamaru turned away embarrassed. "Nothing... sorry."

She laughed and shook her head, finishing her food before lying down again.

"You apologise too much."

Shikamaru ate in silence, trying to keep his eyes to himself. She was right in a sense, he apologised a lot when it came to her, something about her nature made him want to, even if it was any other person he'd just shrug it off. Deep down, he knew his father was right. Izumo and Kotetsu too. Naruto, Asuma, Chouza and Inoichi. They were all right. He loved her, he just wasn't ready to admit it.

Temari tossed and turned for a bit trying to get comfortable, settling for laying in her side. Back facing him. Part of him wanted to pull the blanket over her, another part wanted her to hold him close. He settled for taking care of the dishes, trying to pull his mind away from his feelings.

When he returned, snoring had filled the room. Temari's position much more sloppy then when he had left. It was unladylike, but still beautiful. Shikamaru smiled softly, the muscles in his face straining when he tried to stop.

Turning off the light, he crawled into the bed beside her, her body out of sight with the pillows dividing them but the feeling of her body remained. The bed was more comfortable, more warm, and more cozy with her in it, and he quietly wished she could be there longer than a week.

Shikamaru's eyes grew heavy with the warmth, the sound of her snoring made him feel oddly at ease. Usually he hated noise when he was trying to sleep, but there was something about Temari that made it tolerable. She made him feel safe, protected, at home. It was easy to fall asleep by her side.

In the morning, he was sure she'll find a way around sharing a bed, but for now, he'd enjoy her comfort while he could.

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cooliogirl101 · 4 months ago

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(Because I want Reina throwing the canon!verse into chaos)

"Absolutely not. I won't allow it!" Hiashi raged, slamming both hands onto the table.

"Unfortunately, we may have no choice. Konoha cannot afford another war at this moment." The Sandaime sighed, looking every single one of his years at that moment. "Not when we are still recovering from the Kyuubi attack."

"Still, what kind of precedence does this set? That we allow foreign nin to kidnap our children and steal our bloodlines, and yet we are the ones to pay retribution?" Inoichi asked sharply. "You say we cannot afford another war, but surely we also cannot afford to look this weak in front of our enemies."

"What Inoichi said. After what those bloodline-stealing, clouds-for-brains ninja tried to pull? If anything, they should be worried about us declaring war on them," Inuzuka Tsume snarled.

"This move buys us time while we build up strength," Utatane Koharu argued. She shot Hiashi a sharp look. "This wouldn't have been necessary had you the foresight to show a little restraint. I don't know what you were thinking, killing off a high-ranking Kumo nin with diplomatic immunity--"

"He took my daughter--"

"He was evidence--"

"Enough," Hizashi spoke up quietly. "If this will save lives and ensure the safety of the Byakugan, then I am willing. I can think of no more honorable way to serve my village and my clan."

"Try living," a new voice called from outside the doors, a split second before they opened and a vaguely familiar woman walked in. She was startlingly pretty, Hizashi couldn't help but notice-- delicate, almost elvish features, bluish-black hair tied up in a casual twist, deep blue eyes with a hint of mischief within.

Amidst all the ninja stiffening in alarm, Hizashi noticed Uchiha Fugaku letting out a low groan, pinching the bridge of his nose in an uncharacteristic display of emotion.

"Kobayashi-san," the Hokage said, eyeing her with...wariness? What was going on? "This is a classified meeting."

"Yes, you really do need to work on your security seals, Sandaime-sama, they're terribly outdated," she mused. "I do apologize for the intrusion but I admit to feeling rather worried after I overheard this esteemed council seriously consider handing one of Konoha's most valuable dojutsu over to Kumo on a silver platter." She clasped her hands behind her back, offering him a falsely bright smile. "As a tax-paying citizen of Konoha, you'll take my concerns into consideration, I hope."

Across the table, Nara Shikaku snorted at the blatant sarcasm in those words.

"Reina-san--" Fugaku growled. The woman--Reina-- waved at him cheerfully.

"Hi Fugaku-san! Mikoto-chan would like you to pick up some tomatoes on your way back. Sasuke-kun got into the pantry again, so we're out." She shook her head fondly. "That boy, honestly. I don't know what to do with him."

Next to him, Hiashi choked on his spit while most of the room stared at her in disbelief (with the exception of Tsume, who was currently stiffing her laughter behind a fist). With an abrupt start, Hizashi remembered where he'd seen this woman before. It had been a popular topic of gossip the past few days, when the Uchiha Matriarch had, seemingly out of nowhere, struck up a close friendship with a civilian woman who made a living decorating cakes and cookies.

Hizashi glanced at the woman standing calmly in front of them, having effortlessly broken into one of Konoha's most secure buildings, completely unconcerned by being in a room full of Konoha's most powerful and influential ninja.

If she was a civilian, he'd eat his shoes.

"We wouldn't be 'handing the Byakugan over on a silver platter,' girl," Danzo scoffed, narrowing his eyes. "Don't speak of things you don't understand."

"Oh? Because by my understanding, you were planning on sacrificing Hizashi-san's life for his brother's and just hoping the Caged Bird Seal does its job and prevents Kumo from utilizing the Byakuyan," she said sweetly. "The problem with that plan, of course, is that the Caged Bird Seal is an absolute atrocity and an embarrassment to fuuinjutsu, designed by someone who cared more about enslaving his family members than actually protecting his bloodline."

"The Caged Bird Seal is infallible," Hizashi interjected before he could stop himself, voice hoarse. It was infallible because it had to be-- because if it could fail, then his and his son's suffering meant nothing.

An unreadable expression crossed her face.

"Is it?" She asked softly. "Why don't you ask your son that?"

She turned towards the door.

"Neji-kun, come inside for a moment, will you?"

His son walked inside, forehead bare as the day he was born, and Hizashi's world shattered.

"How? How did you remove the Caged Bird Seal?!"

"What, like it's hard?"

"So you've proven that the Caged Bird Seal can be removed," Danzo glared at her. "That does not solve our problem; in fact, it worsens it."

"Danzo is right," the Sandaime agreed. "Kumo will still demand payment in blood and--"

"No, they won't." Reina tilted her head to the side. "Oh, I probably should have started with that. Yeah, they retracted their demand for Hyuuga-san's life, and send along their most sincere apologies for what happened, and their most sincere assurances that they had no idea their head ninja was planning such a thing, blah, blah, blah. You're welcome."

There was a long silence. It was the first time Hizashi had ever seen Sarutobi Hiruzen speechless. He probably would have enjoyed it more had he not been so focused on keeping his own mouth from dropping open.

"Um, excuse me. What?" Inoichi asked, sounding as gobsmacked as Hizashi felt.

"How the hell did you manage that?" Tsume exploded.

"Passed along a message?" Reina shrugged. "Although to be honest, it wasn't so much the content of the message as much as the method of delivery."

"Reina-san," Fugaku said, voice low and laced with dread. "What did you do?"

She grinned, twirling around a very familiar looking kunai-- one that Konoha hadn't seen in a very long time. Next to him, Hiashi drew in a sharp breath.

"Did you know A has one of these just lying around in his office? Probably in an attempt to deconstruct it. But oh man, you should have seen his face when I popped in!" She laughed. "Or should I say, flashed in. Never seen a man turn white so quickly! That was totally worth the motion sickness."

Kumo, after Reina breaks into their Kage’s office with an S-Class jutsu that was thought extinct but still gives like half the ninja world PTSD: I’m sorry Konoha, I wasn’t familiar with your game

(In Reina's world, there's like half a dozen people who know the Hiraishin, although obviously Minato's the best at it. Reina learned because after what happened with Obito and Rin, she wanted a way to teleport instantly to her precious people in order to provide emergency medical care (she also was on standby while Minato was developing it, just in case of any teleporting mishaps/he ended up needing any limbs reattached). She doesn't use it for combat though and dislikes using the jutsu as it gives her motion sickness. Kushina also technically knows it but doesn't have the chakra control to use it effectively. Kakashi and Orochimaru also know how to use it, and Minato plans on teaching Naruto one day as well. Which is a sharp contrast to the canon world, where the number is like zero).

#powerpuff girls au

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13as07 · 8 months ago

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Sweet Girl #3

(Shikaku Nara & Inoichi Yamanaka Smut)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to 1ndi g0]

Requested by: The Pope

Word Count: 4,049

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Threesome (duh)

Name Calling: Sweet Girl, Chief, Toy, Sweetheart, Commander, Good Girl, Leftovers

Like a 20 year age-gap (also, duh and for both parties)

Hickeys/Biting/Bite Marks

Hair-pulling

Fingering (Female Receiving)

Titty Playing

Choking

Orgasm Denial

Cum eating (but not really I guess??? Be warned or whatever lmao)

Daddy Issues (obviously, it's the underlining cause of wanting older men)

Exhibitionism

Humiliation (Semi, like super small amount)

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I'm hoisted up, settled on my knees on Shikaku's desk before he repositions me. I'm shifted around, legs dangling over the edge of the desk with my back facing the Commander. He hums softly in my ear, cooing at me as his hands grope at my breasts and his heartbeat thumps against my spine. "You're going to be great. You're perfect, Sweet Girl."

Inoichi looks like he's going to vibrate out of his skin as he walks back toward the desk, eyes locked on me and chest pumping like crazy. The closer he gets, the further down Shikaku's hands fall. By the time Inoichi is a step or two away from me, his friend is gripping my thighs, tugging them apart. "Hello," Inoichi says, cooing at me like I'm a rabbit that's going to dash at the sign of trouble.

"Hello," I say back, tilting my head back so I can look up at him. "Are you going to stand there and watch Shikaku feel me up or are you going to touch me too, Chief?" My eyes flutter down for a second, taking a peak at his growing hard-on before resting on his face.

The Chief's face flashes for a second before he moves forward, sliding between my parted legs. I close them around him, his hip bones digging into the flesh of my thighs as I keep him in place.

What the hell am I doing? I'm about to have a threesome, that's what I'm doing. I'm going to get poked and prodded at by the Nara Chief, again, and the Yamanaka Chief. How'd I end up here?

Shikaku's lips brush down my back, trialing soft kisses down my spine as his hands crawl up my sides. "You look so pretty," he whispers into my skin, using his thumbs to rub circles against my rib cage. "Don't you think she looks pretty, Ino?"

"Uh... ya," Inoichi mumbles, his eyes trailing across the curves and dips of my body now. His sights land on my chest where small blotches of pink and purple are decorating my skin because of the events of the week. "You leave hickeys like an amateur," he mutters to his friend, hands slowly moving forward to cup my breasts.

His eyes jump up, the analysis, well, analyzing how I react to his touches. Inoichi's hands start gentle, groping at my boobs, gently squeezing them as his fingers dip into my skin. Soon, his hands aren't so gentle anymore. "H... hey," I whine, tugging a soft smile on the Chief's face as pinches my nipples. I swear, what is with these men and pinching me?

"You're so soft," Inoichi praises, his head dipping toward me. His lips brush against mine in a testing kiss before clashing against me. When he twists my nipples, I let out an audible whine, the sound getting trapped in his mouth. "And so responsive," he continues to coo, pulling away and twisting again.

"Don't do that. You're going to hurt her," Shikaku grumbles, sliding his hands under his friend's, effectively shoving Inoichi's hold off of my chest. "I didn't invite you to join so you could break my toy," he adds, his hands softly massaging my aching nipples.

Chief rolls his eyes at his friend before his focus settles on me again. "Since Shika wants to baby you, let's try something else, okay Sweetheart?"

"I'm not babying her," the Commander grumbles again, his kisses slowly making their way across my shoulders, beelining for my neck.

Inoichi ignores his lifelong friend, rolling his eyes at him as he undoes his pants. Once he's free from his pants, the Chief rests his dick against my thigh, heat rolling off of him and warming up the spot he's softly grinding against.

One of his hands clumsy finds my hair, balling it up in his grasp before tugging my head backward. That gets him another lecture about being gentle that he once again ignores. "I want your eyes to stay on me alright? Do you think you can do that?" He asks, his fingertips ghosting over my core, making my pussy ache for attention.

"Yes Chief," I answer, shifting my hips forward in hopes of getting some of the attention I'm craving. I get what I want, two fingers dipped into me. My mouth falls open a bit and my eyes widen from the touch, a silent moan testing my lungs.

"Dear Lord," he mutters, eyes fluttering around my face as he sets a slow pace.

"I told you she was pretty," Shikaku peeps up, his hand falling to my pussy too, fingertips rubbing against my clit. His free hand jumps up, clinging to my throat and giving it a soft squeeze before climbing up to my face and cupping my cheeks. "Wider, Sweet Girl. Show Inoichi that sweet face you make when you want to suck my dick."

I do as I'm told, opening my mouth and letting my tongue slide out. Inoichi lets out a hissy breath, his fingers picking up their pace. His head dips down for a second, lips brushing against my ear as he talks. "Your face would be even prettier covered in my cum, do you know that?"

"Yes, Chief Yamanaka," I murmur, my mind going numb from the two men helping my orgasm build.

My answer gets me an approving hum. "Let's test our Shikaku's toy," he mumbles, curling his fingers a few times before pulling them out of me. Inoichi's fingers are shoved into my mouth, thrusting in and out of my mouth. "Be a 'sweet girl' and suck yourself off my fingers," he orders, mocking Shikaku's nickname for me. Again, I do as I'm told, sucking my juices of his fingers as my tongue rubs against them.

The Commander replaces his friend, three of his fingers thrusting into me as his thumb continues toying with my clit. I moan around Inoichi, my thighs pressed against him harder as my orgasm threatens to tip over. "No, you don't get to finish," he tells me, ripping his fingers out of my mouth before tugging Shikaku's touch from my pussy.

"Hey!" I pout, my hands shooting forward to grip his shirt. "That's not fair. You're being mean."

"I'm not being mean. I'm just not spoiling you as Shikaku does. You'll survive," he tells me, the hand in my hair going gentle and massaging my scalp. The hand not in my hair grips his dick, lining it up to me. Inoichi tests the waters, poking his tip in and out of me two or three times. His hand tightens in my hair again as he pushes himself in me, slowly inching until the whole of him is stretching me out. "Be a good toy and watch," he orders, using his grip on my hair to move my sight down to our connection.

As Inoichi fucks me, Shikaku goes back to playing with my tits. He tugs on my nipples, making them ache before he lets go of them, so they bounce in the way he likes. He praises me too, like I've grown used to over the past couple of days. "You're doing so good, Sweet Girl. Look at you, taking Inoichi so well. I'm so proud of you! You're doing amazing. Do you hear me? Are you paying attention?"

"Yes... yes, Commander," I stumble out, my focus on his friend repeatedly disappearing into me.

The sight makes me clench, getting another hissed breath from Inoichi. "Damn it, if you keep doing that I'm... damn it, toy," he groans, snapping my head back up as his body weight leans against me, and in turn, I lean into Shikaku.

Inoichi's head hurries into my neck, his teeth sinking into my skin into my throat. "That hurts," I whine, my hands climbing up his shirt to grab hold of his long blonde hair. I pull on the strands, trying to get him to detach as the pain of his bite blossoms faster. "Chief Yamanaka. Let go," I continue to whine, tugging on his ponytail again as tears prickle my eyes.

He huffs but does release my skin from between his teeth. "You've turned her into a crybaby," Inoichi grumbles, causing a smile to form in Shikaku's kisses.

"Well, ya. I like it when she cries."

"Pervert," the Chief mumbles, kisses coating the bite mark I'm sure is present on my neck. "Are you on birth control, toy?"

"Yes, Chief," I mumble, loosening my hold on his hair but not letting it go.

"That's a good girl. Good girl," he coos, his thrusts getting sloppy, quickly followed by the warmth of his cum filling me. Despite Inoichi finishing, he keeps pumping into me, shoving his semen deeper into me for another couple of thrusts. "Good... good girl," he mumbles again, resting against me, his soaked cock pressed into my thigh again, coating my skin with our mixed mess.

"Good job. You did such a good job. You're so sweet," Shikaku coos, not-so-secretly trying to shove his friend off of me. Someone is impatient for their turn. "Are you going to be sweet for me too? I bet you are, I know you are," he continues, getting an eye roll from Inoichi.

Hands from both of the men wander over me, groping at my chest, my legs, my hair, and my neck, as they switch places. Inoichi settles in the desk chair, a hand massaging my waist as the other leans my head back. "Keep your eyes on me again, okay?"

"Yes, Chief." I think Inoichi likes being the center of attention.

Shikaku settles on his knees, arms tucked under my legs as he litters my legs in kisses. "You're going to make her rotten if you keep spoiling her," Inoichi tells him, tugging me backward a bit.

"So? You think she's too young for me, so what do you care?" Shikaku bites back, pulling me forward before dipping his head, set on going down on me despite his friend's mess still very present on and in me.

"Well, I can't bitch at you about it anymore," Inoichi grumbles, sinking his teeth into me again. This time he focuses on littering my shoulders with bite marks instead of my shoulder.

Shikaku starts on my thigh, licking up the mess left behind by the Yamanaka Chief before he switches to my pussy. "You'd taste a lot better with my cum leaking out of you," he mumbles, sliding his tongue through my folds before dipping into my hole. He laps at me, cleaning me out and occasionally teasing my clit.

"Commander," I whine, sliding my hands through the neatly laid out roots of his hair before colliding with his ponytail.

He hums in acknowledgment, eyes glancing up as he laps at me again, a long slow line being pressed into my pussy. "Commander," I call again, my orgasm building up.

Shikaku chuckles, pulling away from me and letting my orgasm clash away, not in a good way for once. "You heard Inoichi. You don't get to finish," he chuckles, plopping a kiss on my clit before softly sucking on it. "If you want to finish you have to wait for him to tell you so."

I pout as Shikaku climbs to his feet, the two older men chuckling as I squirm around. "I got to get going, I told Ino I'd met her for dinner," Inoichi murmurs, gripping my chest roughly as his fingers dig into my skin, threatening to decorate them with more bruises. "I'll see you guys tomorrow."

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I almost skip down the street in excitement, Shikaku and Inoichi in tow behind me. If I've learned one thing through messing with an older man, more so a chief, it's that he has deep pockets and an inability to tell me no. Hence, the sulky man and his retriever friend following me down the road to the bar.

They insisted on inviting Choza. Probably not the best idea to invite my chief but he is their friend, so it is what it is. Plus, it means I had the opening to invite Shino to come drink too. Aside from Naruto, Shino is one of my closest friends, and unlike Naruto, he can handle his alcohol relatively well.

My closeness to the polar opposites is also why they were brought up in my fight with Shikamaru. He always insisted that something must be going on between one of them and me. Talk about a guilty conscience, huh?

"Shino!" I cheer when the moody shinobi falls into view. "Shino! Shino! Shino!" I continue, slamming him into a hug, a hmph coming from the man when his back collided with the wall.

"Hello," he murmurs, hands tight around my forearms and pushing me backward. "You are rather cheery. If I had to guess, the reason being your habit of 'pre-gaming', yes?"

"How'd you guess?" I ask, eyes flickering back to check Shikaku's and Inoichi's placement. I'm pleasantly surprised when they're right behind me.

"Like I said, you're cheery. Plus you're wearing a skirt. You tend to need a little 'liquid courage' to feel confident enough to go out in one," Shino mumbles, one of his hands jumping up to shove his fingertips into the bite mark left behind by Inoichi yesterday. "I do not care about your... relations," he says, stressing the last word as his eyes flicker towards Shikaku. "But please respect yourself enough not to leave remedies of them behind. Just because your father was not appealing does not mean you're not appealing."

"That was a very long way to say I have daddy issues," I tease, tugging away from Shino's touch in search of Shikaku's instead. I get what I want, an aware Commander sliding a hand around my hips and tugging me against him. "Shots, shots, sh-sh-sh-shots," I mutter to myself, letting Shikaku lead the small group of us four inside.

The bar is buzzing with the usual Saturday night drinking feast. People dancing around, the overwhelming smell of liquor, and the even more overwhelming sound of loud music. Not really the drinking experience Shino and I go for most of the time. Oh well, it'll be a nice change of pace.

The mane of red hair my chief has stands out in the crowd, making it easy to find him. Shikaku leads us that way, the two older men chatting with each other as Shino's head is spinning on over time. "I won't be staying long," he mutters, hand shooting forward to grip the collar of my shirt. Shikaku's eyes flicker to the side before he turns back to his conversation, fingertips dipping under my shirt to massage my hip bones.

"You don't have to stay at all if you don't want to," I tell Shino, flipping my head backward to smile at him.

"Of course he does! What kind of party would it be without Shino?" Choji's voice rings out, his head out from around his father.

Chief Akimichi turns around, greeting his friends, and giving a view to the rest of the people present at the table. Sat at the table is his son, Choji. Along with Shikamaru and the blonde girl he's been seeing. Thank you, Lord, that Ino isn't here but screw you for making Shikamaru be here.

"Come sit down!" Choji calls, ushering Shino and me forward. Well, tonight is going to suck ass. Shikaku squeezes me a few times before letting me go. Reluctantly I move forward, Shino trailing behind me as I slide into a chair. "So..." Cho says, dragging out the word as he stirs whatever is in his cup. "You're fucking Shika's dad and he's fucking Temari. Are you going after all our dads? Are you going to fuck Inoichi next?"

Shino pushes an amused breath out of his nose as Choji chuckles at his joke. "I'm just kidding," He adds, courtesy of Shikamaru's glaring at him. "That would be crazy."

"Ya, so crazy," I mutter, a nervous laugh spilling out from me. Shikamaru shoots another glare, this time aimed at me followed by Shino glaring at the shadow boy.

My eyes jump around the group of people. A pissed-off Shikamaru, an overly amused with-the-situation Choji, an uncomfortable Temari, and an unamused Shino shooting me a look from across the table, great. Tonight is going to be amazing.

When my eyes settle on the group of older men, I calm down a bit. Inoichi is laughing his ass off as the chief is telling him something. Shikaku is nodding along to the conversation but his eyes are stuck on me. When our sights cross, he gives me a soft smile. Maybe tonight won't be so bad after all.

Once chief Akimichi finishes talking, the small group joins us at the table. The chief settles in the chair next to his son, the other two men sliding into place on either side of me, making my face heat up and my hormones churn as memories of yesterday filter in and out of my mind.

Inoichi's hand gripping my knee before crawling up my leg doesn't help any, nor does Shikaku's hand sliding under my shirt, trialing up and down my lower spine.

"Anyway kiddo," chief Akimichi starts, his focus on me. "Despite the... mess, I'm happy Shikamaru and you could both move on," he tells me, his usual big cheesy smile on his face.

Shikamaru rolls his eyes, dropping an arm around his girl and pulling her closer before whispering in her ear. Shino catches on right away, another pointed look shot at my ex before he turns towards me. "You want to do shots right?" He asks, a rare smile on his face as he looks at me.

"You know it! Why? Are you going to do one with me?"

"I'm going to get a plater for the table so I guess so."

I jump around in my chair, clapping my hands in excitement. "Yay! Shino is going to get lit with me!"

"No, I'm not, but I'll stay for a little longer than I planned to." I let out another round of excitement, getting a kiss pressed behind my ear by Shikaku, another rare smile from Shino, and a squeeze to my thigh by Inoichi.

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Shino waves once more from the door of the bar, I wave in return before he slips out of it, officially leaving me with the three chiefs. After a couple of drinks, Temari and Shikamaru left, not before he made it obvious what their home plans were; another flat attempt to piss me off. Choji left a little while after so he 'could be as fresh as a daisy for his date with Karui'.

"Just another drink or two and then we can go home too, Sweet Girl," Shikaku tells me, his fingertips dipping down my back, sliding under the waistband of my skirt to play with the band of my panties. He toys with it for a while before tugging on it, inching it up to tighten it against my body.

I space out, enjoying the feeling of Shikaku messing with me and the soft circles Inoichi rubs into my inner thigh, the conversation between the three chiefs going in one ear and out the other. When Shikaku is done messing with me, his hand falls to my thigh, moving it to spread my legs apart further.

My eyes flicker up, settling in his face as I try to figure out what he's doing. His eyes shift down, looking back at me as he taps his fingers against my skin. Soon, Shikaku's head dips down too, being pressed to my ear. "One, make a single sound and I'll make you scream all night. Two, if you want to cum you still need to ask Inoichi for permission."

"Commander," I whine softly, gripping his wrist as his hand slides off my leg, softly running across my panties, and quickly stirring up arousal. "Commander," I call a little louder, trying to shake his hand to get his attention. He ignores me, adding a bit of pressure to the circles he's drawing on my panties.

I try closing my legs, squeezing his hand between my thighs. Shikaku's head snaps towards me, a warning look shoot my way. "Knock your shit off," he grumbles dipping his head down again, brushing a kiss to my lips before his focus shifts to my ear again. "I'm being nice by being discreet. I could not be discreet. I could walk us through the bar and drag you into the bathroom so everyone knows what's going on. I could fuck you in the alleyway like the leftovers my son seems to think you are. Or, you could be a Sweet Girl and leave your legs open."

Slowly I let my legs fall open and Shikaku jumps right back in. His finger pokes at my whole, pushing my panties in a bit before he rubs at my clit again. "Shikaku," I hiss, biting back a moan.

"Do you want me to let you guys go? It seems that my little clan mate is tired," chief Akimichi teases, chuckling at his joke.

"No, she’s just being a drag right now," Shikaku grumbles, fingertips sliding over my panties, toying with me even more before two of his fingers dip into me. "She'll stop complaining in a couple of minutes. Just ignore her." Inoichi glances at him, Shikaku's eyes dropping down, followed by his friend's.

A smug smile appears on Inoichi's face as he turns back towards the conversation. His fingers slide towards my cunt too, wasting no time sliding under my panties. It takes a moment but the men find their pace. Shikaku's fingers dip in, then pull out, my emptiness lasting less than a second before Inoichi's dip into me, then thrust out to repeat the cycle.

My legs jerk around as my orgasm builds, my needs building even more as Shikaku starts rubbing my clit again. "Chief Yamanaka," I whine, my hands clinging to his arm, tugging him down so I can whisper in his ear. "Please? I want to cum."

"No," he mutters, sitting up straight again.

My nails dig into his arm, trying to tug him down again but this time I don't get what I want. "Inoichi," I hiss, my orgasm building up weaker than I can stop it. "Come on."

They both ignore me, their focus fully on continuing their dumb conversation with chief Akimichi about the crop intake this year. I keep tugging in his arm, squirming and whiney between muffled moans and tongue bites to try and get his attention again. "Stop ignoring me!" I whisper angrily, hands jumping up to tug on his hair.

Shikaku's free hand shoots forward, taking hold of my wrists and pressing them against my stomach. "Sweet Girl," he coos, back to whispering in my ear. "Try that shit again and I'll bend your ass over the table and beat it until it hurts to sit." The threat does it for me, my pussy clenching around the fingers he thrusted into on his turn. "What a drag," he mutters, tearing his fingers out of me.

Inoichi looks a bit confused before he thrusts his fingers into me again. My disobedience is rewarded with a soft glare before he rubs his fingers through my folds, scooping up my mess. His fingers slide under my shirt, rubbing my mess into my stomach. When Shikaku catches on he does the same thing.

Once my mess is finished being rubbed into my stomach, Inoichi stands up from his chair, followed by Shikaku standing and tugging me up with him. "Alright, we'll see you tomorrow," Inoichi says, goodbyes traded between all of us.

Shikaku's hand falls to the waistband of my skirt again, toying with it as he leads me out of the bar. "Hey, toy," Inoichi mumbles, his hands grabbing my arms as we make our way through the crowded bar. "When we get back to the house, I'm going to punish you until you're crying for forgiveness," he whispers in my ear before letting me go. The thought makes me tingle, and the thought of me crying makes Shikaku's grip tighter. I’m sure his pants are just as tight thinning about my tearful babbling cries.

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leiandroid · 1 year ago

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gaara&ino | a little outtake of a psychiatric ward au :)

ino is a "schizophrenic", she hears things which she believes are people's thoughts, and so claims she can read people's minds. she has motor ticks and a tendency for repetitive actions which is channeled through her hobby of arranging flowers. her room in the ward is filled with flower wreaths, arrangements etc, and she gets very anxious when they are out of place. she also has OCD.

gaara is a narcoleptic kid with anti social and behavioural issues. he wears a straight jacked most of the time and it only gets tied up when he exhibits signs of going into an episode (his episodes are characterised by violence and destruction and is a great threat to himself and those around him, but especially himself). his room in the ward is padded to avoid injury.

gaara often uses his narcolepsy as an excuse for getting out of trouble and avoiding certain conversations and people.

due to the heavy medications that gaara is always under, his emotions are extremely subdued and he doesn't feel any of them in any real intensity, the meds keep him emotionally invalid and numb.

ino and gaara become unlikely friends when gaara was going into an episode and some of the other patients were enabling him by feeding his anger by bullying him and throwing stuff at him. ino punched one of them in the face and dragged gaara away from them.

gaara bit her arm hard enough to draw blood but she withstood it through tears in her eyes and told him, "i won't hold that against you because i know you're scared."

when the nurses finally arrived, the worst of it had already passed but he was still given some medications to placate him. to which ino says, "he really hates those, you know?"

gaara just stares at her, puzzled. it is the first time someone has stood up for him and has voiced his thoughts that he keeps to himself.

from then on, she sticks to gaara like glue. he finds solace in her room because it smells of earth and flowers and it is very calm and quiet. ino's voice is bright and melodic and she has full conversations with him without him needing to open his mouth because ino says she can read his thoughts better than anyone else's; and he accepts this as true because more often than not she's right about what he's thinking.

because of this, ino speaks on his behalf to the nurses and doctors and other patients. gaara gets particularly moody when the doctors ignore ino's words and turn to him to ask, "is that right gaara? do you really feel [insert what ino said]?" he just angrily nods, and ino crosses her arms haughtily and reminds them that she can read his mind and "you don't have to talk to him like he doesn't understand."

they develop an unhealthy attachment that causes both of them anxiety when they are separated. ino needs to protect him and gaara needs the peace she brings him. however, gaara causes her a lot of grief when he destroys her room at times during his fits which triggers her OCD and she has to lock him out for hours or even days at a time to re-arrange her room. similarly, gaara feels exposed when she reads him too well, many times he can be heard yelling at her to get out of his head. their fights are as explosive as their friendship is easy.

gaara's once bare and empty room slowly gets filled by colourful blankets and pillows and plushies that ino buys for him. he can regularly be found sleeping under a large soft pile in the corner of his room.

ino is always excited to see temari when gaara's siblings come to visit. even though gaara isn't always thrilled or really feels like seeing them, he sits through it just so ino can get a chance to talk to temari. ino looks up to temari as a role model. and temari appreciates ino who takes care of gaara and has given him a friendship he otherwise couldn't have gotten in the outside world.

inoichi likes gaara because he sees how happy his daughter is around him, but he is wary of him due to his tendency for violence and only hopes he doesn't truly hurt ino.

#gaaino #gaara #ino yamanaka #NARUTO #my art #leiandroid #mostly definitely platonic #though they did try to kiss once and were like hmmm perhaps not #ino supremacy #naruto psych ward au

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nonbinary-itachi · 6 months ago

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The first time Mikoto noticed anything amiss, it was in the bright eyed way Itachi described his new friend, Shisui. Shisui was four years older and already a genin (which she knew meant he'd already seen the horrors of the war). She considers briefly that he was simply an imaginary friend, but Itachi had never had any before and she recognizes that name as the current Uchiha prodigy.

Well, crap.

At least Itachi wouldn't be alone and isolated the way she had been.

When she finally meets Shisui, her opinion stays the same. He's a polite boy with eyes far too knowledgeable for a mere nine year old. Her investigation had revealed that he'd not only seen the war, but fought in it, losing his entire genin team in the process. He was later taken on by Inoichi Yamanaka, and remained with him to this day.

She knows, the moment she sees Itachi look at him with those big doe eyes he'd inherited from her, that one day, she'll be fighting tooth and nail to allow him to marry the boy he so obviously loves.

A few months later, a girl stops by asking about Itachi. They're classmates in the Academy, and she was hoping to do their homework together. Watching them work together, she has a brief moment of hope that he's different. Unlike her, he won't know a life of sneaking around, stealing kisses in back alleys to avoid people's judgment. However, she doesn't see the same light she does when he talks about Shisui, and she resigns herself to her fate.

Itachi would not be forced into a marriage against his will the way she had been. Not as long as she was alive to stop it.

(Not that she hadn't come to love Fugaku in her own way, but she'd never love him the way she'd loved Kushina once. A long time ago.)

As Itachi ages, she realizes she's right. The light he held when talking about his new friend never dims, and in fact grows stronger and stronger. All she has to do is mention his name, and Itachi will perk up no matter how rough a time he's having. No matter how distracted he is.

She knows he loves Shisui just as much, if not more than, she'd love Kushina, and it hurts her heart to think about the trials he'll face because of it.

When he's fourteen, Itach sits her and Fugaku down at the kitchen table, Sasuke away at the Academy. He seems unusually anxious, and she suspects she knows what this is about. Has been waiting for his day since he was four years old.

"Mother, Father. I-" He starts, hesitating. He glances at them both anxiously before ducking his head so his bangs cover his eyes. She glances at Fugaku, who she suspects also knows what he's trying to say. Itachi swallows. "I'm... gay. I-I don't like girls. Not... not that way."

She smiles warmly at him, considers telling him she's the same but doesn't want to take way from his moment. "That's okay. It doesn't change anything."

Beside her, Fugaku nods. "We still love and support you."

Itachi's shoulders sag in relief as he processes what they've just said. "Thank you." If his eyes look glossier than usual, she pretends not to notice. If her own feel the same, well, hopefully he'd extend the same courtesy.

Four years later on Itachi's eighteenth birthday, she throws the same elaborate clan wide party she always throws despite knowing how much he hates it. It's too loud with too many people, and it overwhelms him, but the elders insist on it. Just like every year, Itachi insists on making himself scarce during it.

This year, Sasuke's genin teammates are here, and she's distracted by all the chaos Naruto brings with him. Just like Kushina all those years ago. The thought warms her heart.

The crash that sounds from her living room a few seconds does not.

A few hours later, even she's overwhelmed with the amount of ass kissing she's had to do among the elders. She steps out onto the backporch, breathing in the warm June air. It wasn't unbearably hot this time of night, and the cool air feels pleasant against her flushed skin.

"-go somewhere else?" She hears Shisui's voice, softer than usual. A short pause later, she hears, "You sure? We can sneak off off to my place. No one will be none the wiser." There's a touch of annoyance in his voice, and she can't blame him. For something that was supposed to be celebrating Itachi's continued existence, the guests aren't paying much attention to him.

"I know," she hears Itachi reply, just as soft. "But this technically my party. I don't want Mother to feel bad if she notices our absence."

She peeks around the corner and finds the boys entwined on the porch, Itachi's head against Shisui's shoulder. Their fingers resting together between them. She considers coming out of hiding and telling them to go, that she'd distract anyone looking for them, but she finds herself rooted in place, feeling like she wasn't meant to be hearing this. Seeing this.

Shisui hums, tilting his head to press a kiss against Itachi's head. She leaves then, not listening to anymore of their conversation.

Now that Itachi is of legal age, she suspects it won't be long before Itachi announces their relationship. After all, despite the Mangekyo, Shisui wasn't blind yet, and Itachi was a very attractive young man. They're already close, so it feels like it's just a matter of time.

Four months later, she's seated across the table with Fugaku yet again, though this time Shisui is with them and looking anxious as all hell while Itachi stares more defiantly. Mother, Father," Itachi starts again, just like that day four years ago. "Shisui and I are dating." If Shisui scoots away from Fugaku, she pretends not to notice.

Beside her, Fugaku blinks. "Well, it's about time you told us," she says before he can interject.

Both give her an incredulous look. "What?"

"How long has it been?" She asks, directing her gaze at Shisui.

"Uh," he looks at Itachi, who simply smiles reassuringly. "Three months?" He tenses, prepared for her or Fugaku to blow up at him for dating their precious son.

"Uh-huh."

"Well, congradulations," Fugaku finally says.

She suspects Shisui would look less surprised if someone told him the Nidamine had been resurrected and wanted to take him on as an apprentice.

As the boys leave, she takes a sip of her tea. "How long have you known?" Fugaku asks once they're out of hearing range.

Mikoto smiles. "I don't know what you're talking about." At his unimpressed looks, she rolls her eyes. "Fourteen years. How did you not notice?"

While he struggles to reply, she thinks about how to broach this subject with the clan elders. She refused to have Itachi forcibly wed to someone he didn't love, but how was she going to win that fight?

Three years, a war, and too many close calls later, Mikoto puts the same hairpin she'd worn on her own wedding day in Itachi's hair. It'd been a long, painful three years, full of hardship and suffering, but it was worth it.

She puts her hands on his shoulder and lean in to press a kiss against his cheek. "Are you ready?"

He looks up at her and beams. Genuinely beams. It was a look she never thought she'd see again on him after Shisui was nearly killed on a mission. "I've never been more ready."

She smiles warmly. She'd known this day was coming for decades now, yet she still feels tears in her eyes as Itachi and Shisui recite their vows together. Beside her, Fugaku's eyes look just as watery. She doesn't think she's ever been more proud of her baby boy.

#my writing #mikoto #mikoto uchiha #itachi #itachi uchiha #shisui #shisui uchiha #fugaku #fugaku uchiha #shiita #itashi #this was not meant to become a full fledged drabble

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anbubros · 5 months ago

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Lose My Breath CH2 - KakashiXReader

First chapter - Last Chapter - Next Chapter

'Lose My Breath' is a Fem!coded, KakashiXReader piece. It's a slow-burn Isekai, aiming for multi-chapters as we explore Reader's interaction with their new world and the relationship that builds between themselves and Kakashi Hatake.

In this chapter: Reader is guided from her own mind palace after laying unconcious for 2 weeks. Konoha is ready for answers and a talking pug scares her shitless!

Themes: Lonliness, friendship and the dark places of an individuals mind.

Word Count: 3430

Chapter Two

Water lapped against Yamanaka Inoichi’s feet in the darkness, as he slowly opened his eyes to take in his surroundings. Every mind was different and the landscape he found would generally be representative of the individual’s inner psyche. So far, this was nothing out of the ordinary…

The room was dark, yet as he turned his head, he caught sight of his own reflection and raised a hand to meet it, the mirrored walls rippling beneath his touch… interesting. Either the mind was well protected, or the owner was more lost than he had anticipated.

The water continued to lap at his feet, like waves cast on the sand, the white foamy outline appeared luminescent in the pitch and as he moved to take a step forward, the shoreline receded to reveal the outline of glowing footprints. He took another step forward, aligning his own beside the tracks as the waves receded further, inviting him to follow, leading the way through these mirrored halls. He kept his hands in his pockets, his chin tucked into the high collar of his black coat, eyes continually searching for the slightest movement, the slightest give of consciousness.

A mind was a delicate thing and even with careful skill and understanding, could be easily manipulated in the wrong hands. A drip, drip, drip echoed loudly with each step he took, the mirrors shifting around him to form a labyrinth. He paused as he turned a corner, still following the ghostly footprints as the glittering outline of a person stepped before him.

A memory… he thought to himself, narrowing his eyes. The figure was sketched, only an outline and yet he could tell they were clearly distressed, shifting uneasily from foot to foot a hand on their cheek as they looked around. Out of the corner of his eye he saw another appear, a child this time, who ran to the silhouette and swung up into its arms, cradled close, before walking away down the corridor, hand in hand.

Something was wrong here… He had delved into many minds in his 40 years, some before he was even conscious of what he was doing, but never had he faced memories that were faceless, colorless, as though they themselves had been forgotten.

He continued his journey, the white footsteps returning, and felt himself slip deeper, deeper into the crevices of the mind. The watery mirrored walls reflecting only his stoic, unmoved features and not the reels of a person’s life he would expect to find. No wonder they had hidden themselves away, there was nothing for them to find here… No route to bring them back to the surface…

Another group of ghostly figures appeared before him, a family scene. A mother and father with a child swinging between them walked around another corner and were replaced by an older teenager, running towards him, with– with a dog… Unlike the fuzzy outlines of humans, the dog was in full colour. A black and white puppy, who ran at the ghosts’ heels snapping after a stick in their hands. This was bizarre…

“You are not welcome here.”

The voice, coarse and disjointed like electrical static made Inoichi spin on his heel, searching the shadows for its keeper.

A solid, black form sat atop one of the mirrors, swinging its feet in a carefree way. Even faceless and without eyes, he could feel the intensity of its gaze. They bore into him, with a force attempting to eject him from the mind. He did not respond at first, bringing his hands up and forming a sign with his fingers to strengthen his hold within the space.

“You are not welcome here, you should not be here, you should leave here.” The voice was monotonous, monotone and robotic, like it was somehow stuck on repeat.

Keeping his eyes on the figure, Inoichi deigned to take another step forward and before he could react, the figure was now standing, blocking his way.

It was small, like that of a child and tilted its faceless black head to the side as though regarding him. It mimicked his stance, bringing its hands up and entwining its fingers before tilting its head in the opposite direction.

“You are not welcome here.” It repeated in that fizzing and popping tone, making the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.

“Who are you?” he spoke for the first time, his tone cool and indifferent. He had learnt long ago that to prevent himself from leaving any of his own resonance within the mind, it was better that he said and interacted with it as little as possible. But this was something new… The creature felt ‘other’ somehow.

“Who are you, who are you, who are you…” the voice mimicked, echoing the repetition of his words in a childish manner. Although only one black silhouette stood before him, as Inoichi glanced in the mirrors, he could see a hoard of the creatures had manifested in the reflections.

He took a step forward, but the figure didn’t move. The mirrored walls appeared to be closing in on either side of him, the labyrinth shrinking around him. He was being ejected, pushed from the mind but the force was secondary, he could feel it. This wasn’t the owner…

A slither of white, a curved half-moon spread across the static creature’s face at this revelation. It seemed to croon at him with a sort of vicious delight and with a hiss in the air, the reflected siblings within the mirror world appeared in the space before him, surrounding him, closing in on him.

A raucous, ethereal barking echoed through the space, causing all figures to pause, the cheshire smiles dropping from the creature’s face as a large, grey spectral dog loomed behind Inoichi. He spun, preparing to eject himself if this was another attack, but the dog seemed to flow through him like water running over skin, crackling with the ghost of purple electricity. Its large wispish form stood its ground, unnaturally large teeth snarling at the shadow creatures, snapping with pearlescent saliva as though it could already taste the pleasure of consuming them.

With the same popping frequency, the horde of faces returned to the original body of one. Its smile was gone, and it seemed to shimmer, like an animated sketch. After a long moment, weighing up its options, staring into the canine that still held its ground, it flittered once and disappeared.

As though sensing the way was now safe, the canine shifted its own form to that of an ordinary dog. It breathed hard and turned its head to regard the intruder, large dark eyes almost human as it took a pointed step forward, turning once to ensure Inoichi would follow and took off, its paws splashing in the puddles as it ran.

Inoichi didn’t have to be told twice, recognizing the ally as it led him shore footedly through the mirrored maze. As they moved, they passed more ghostly figures, the haunting resonance of what were once memories. Friends gathered at a table, a dog being walked beneath an umbrella, the embrace of family at some sort of gathering. All could just be made out, like a feeling, like a faint recognition, but sadly lost. All detail, all colour, all connection, simply gone.

They left the mirrored walls behind as he followed his canine guide down a long stretch of nothingness, a dark soundless corridor, until a single door began to loom ever closer into view. Slowing, the dog stopped at the threshold and sat down, a silent bark echoing directly into Inoichi’s mind.

It was a simple wooden construction, with inset panels and a circular brass handle. Every door to a person’s inner mind was different, another reflection of their inner selves. Yet this one seemed… bare somehow, unfinished and lifeless… With the slightest of touch, it swung open and on seeing he was now on his own, took a tentative step over the threshold.

The room swam around him as he entered, and he braced himself as wave upon wave of water crashed up against his form, eventually pooling at his feet. He watched as those same waves fell into the rhythm of a shoreline and on a small island in the middle of the room, was the curled figure of a child. There you are…

She held her knees to her chest, face buried, hair shielding her from view as she rocked softly back and forth. Their shoulders shook as though they were crying, but no sound left their lips, nor did they look up as Inoichi stepped up onto the island and squatted down before them, laying a hand gently on their head.

“It seems a little lonely in here…” he spoke softly, the fatherly warmth in his voice coming naturally as he thought of his own daughter.

The child’s shoulders stilled, but she didn’t raise her head.

“It seems a shame to stay here all alone…” he ventured, his hand stroking the back of the child’s head. “There are people waiting for you, you know. Don’t you want to see them?”

The child paused, before shaking her head vehemently.

He narrowed his own eyes as he thought of the black shadow creatures he had encountered. “Are you worried about the things in the shadows?”

At this, her head twisted and from beneath her hair a pair of watery eyes met his own. “You… you’ve seen them?” Her voice was barely a whisper.

Inoichi smiled sympathetically and sat back on his haunches so he could regard her more easily. “I can understand why they would be a bit scary…” he offered, letting his hand drop from the child’s head to tuck a finger under their chin and lift it from its hiding place.

“You know, I have a little girl.” Not that little anymore, he mused inwardly as he thought of the young woman Ino had become. “She was a lot like you… Always having nightmares. She became so scared to fall sleep, that she would thread chains of flowers throughout the night and one morning I awoke to find she had decorated the entire front room in flower chains.” He laughed softly at the memory. “She was scared of what she saw in the dark too.” She feared being stuck in people’s minds… he added silently.

The child dropped her gaze and hugged her knees closer to her chest in response.

“Night after night, she fought to keep herself awake and nothing would persuade her otherwise. Yet day after day, she was so very tired, that her body would pass out anyway.” He seemed lost to his own memories as he spoke. “It was a very lonely time for her.” He dropped his gaze with a tilted head to regard the child. “Do you want to know what she did?”

The child didn’t respond, though a glance in his direction betrayed her interest.

“She gathered all her best friends and asked them to stay the night with her. She was lonely and scared, but with her friends around her, she felt she could face the darkness, she felt brave. It turned out they feared the dark too…”

“I… don’t have any friends…” the child’s voice was pained as she spoke.

“Oh? That doesn’t seem the case to me?” As Inoichi spoke, the dog who had guided him this far pushed a muzzle beneath the child’s arm, trying to reach her face.

Despite herself, the child giggled, her eyes brimming with fresh tears as she wrapped both arms around her canine companion and hugged him close.

“He’s been lonely too and worried about you… I wouldn’t have found you without his help.”

The child’s hand stilled where she stroked the dog’s silky fur, seeming to recoil in on herself once more. “But… I don’t…” she paused for a moment, frowning as she seemed to search for the right words. “I’m… scared…” she finally admitted, though her expression seemed frustrated as though she were unable to properly express what she was feeling. “I don’t know who I am and… I’m scared…”

“That’s the funny thing about life…” he replied tenderly. “Being alive, being with others and waking up every day… it takes courage. It’s not easy to face a new day, when you don’t know what might be waiting for you.” He raised his hand and stroked the dog’s head who panted softly as though he were smiling. “Living takes courage and only then, can you find a reason to do it, to keep going, to keep living.”

~***~

Y/N’s eyes felt heavy, sticky with sleep and the weight of a near comatose fatigue, as they slowly blinked open. The room was so bright, way too bright… but her limbs felt too heavy to lift and shield her face, instead turning her head into the soft down of the pillow, before trying again.

She ran her consciousness internally over her body as though to check everything was still there, ten toes, two feet, two legs. Ten fingers, two hands, two arms… Her body felt warm beneath the covers, her lips dry and tacky as she ran her tongue across the roof of her mouth. The taste was disgusting, somehow bitter, fishy and stale… she wondered if there was water…

It took another few minutes before she could turn her head and tried again to adjust her sore, red eyes to the room around her.

“Oh, so you’re finally awake, huh kid?”

She frowned as her vision swam in and out of focus, head turning this way and that as she looked for the source of the voice.

“Where-?”

A weight dropped at the end of her bed and with great effort, she forced herself up onto her elbows, still blinking rapidly to get her vision to clear.

“Took you long enough, they were starting to wonder what to do with you...”

Finding a focus point on a brown blob, as its weight travelled up the length of the bed, the image of a small brown wrinkled dog came into view. It wore a tiny blue jacket and some sort of scarf around its head. It seemed ridiculous to Y/N to think the voice had come from this furry creature and so she raised her head to glance around the room once more.

“Who’s there….?” She managed to breathe; her voice hoarse as she forced the sound across dry lips.

“It’s me…” the voice was male and coarse like an old man. “Down here…”

Y/N’s eyes dropped to her lap where the dog now sat, and his tail gave a casual, friendly twitch where it curled across it’s back.

“You can call me Pakkun.”

Y/N froze. She was dreaming. She was delirious, there was no way this dog was talking to her. Dogs didn’t talk, animals didn’t talk. Was this some kind of joke? A machine beside her bed began to beep loudly and more rapidly as panic set in. Her breath quickly rose in pitch and vigor. The trail of various wires and lines became tangled as she scrambled herself up in the bed and pushed away from the creature into the headboard behind her.

“W-What a-a-ahh-“

“Do you wanna touch my toe beans? I’ll let you touch ‘em, if you don’t scream?” The pug raised a single petite paw, to reveal a set of perfectly squishable, tiny pink paw pads.

Distracted and despite herself, Y/N paused, her breathing slowing though she made no move to answer. She did however, really want to touch his paws…

“Go on, touch em’.” The dog flexed his paw and the rounded tissue squished invitingly. “It’s all real, give ‘em a poke.”

After moments pause, Y/N outstretched a hesitant hand. They were tiny even in her own delicate fingers and the soft pink pads squished addictively between them. It was surprisingly… calming. She raised a second hand and held both the small dogs’ paws between her, squishing and massaging each individual digit.

“Y’see, pretty good, aren’t they?”

“Mmn…” Y/N murmured, her heart had begun to slow and as she focused on her breathing, allowed herself the time to properly take in her surroundings. A soft morning light filtered through the gauze curtains and cast a soft haze over the edge of her bed. It seemed the room was otherwise empty, though a scatting of medication, notes and a single flower in a vase beside the bed, suggested someone had at least been checking in regularly.

“Where am I…” she asked quietly, noticing the IV attached to her arm for the first time and dropping one of the dogs’ paws to investigate.

“In the hospital, Konoha’s hospital. You had some rough injuries, so I hear. Taken you longer than expected to recover…”

“Konoha?”

“Thas’ right, Konoha. The Hidden Leaf Village, in the Land of Fire.”

“Oh…” Y/N supposed that this information should ordinarily mean something to her, but she drew a blank. He might as well have told her she was in the ‘Nowhere’, in ‘No where’s Ville’. “What am I doing here…?”

“Thas’ the question we all want to know I suppose.” The dog tilted its head to regard her. “You really don’ remember a thing, do ya kid…”

Y/N didn’t respond, frowning. There was something that nagged at her, a faint voice… a faint sound… Was it a barking? “Maru!” she turned her gaze on the pug, wide eyes searching. “Do you know Maru, is he ok, where is now?”

“Yeah, I know him. My boy Kakashi has him.”

“Your… your boy…?” This response seemed to stump Y/N. Was this a topsy turvy world? Did this dog keep its human on all fours and a leash…?

“Yeah, reckon you’d like him. Maru seemed to think you would too.”

At this Y/N found herself flushing, though she couldn’t be sure as to why.

“-not surprising. He’s just a dog, but ‘least he seems to have good sense.”

“But… aren’t you, you know, a dog?”

“Wrong kid – I’m a Ninken, totally different breed.” He pulled his paw from her grasp as though somewhat offended and revoking squish rights. “So, you gonna tell me your name kid, or not?”

“Y/N…” it came to her immediately and filled her with a sense of relief, it was something she knew, something that was hers, that she could own as a piece of herself.

“Huh. Guess the dog got it right. At least we know something about you that’s true.”

“Are you… interrogating me…?”

“Only if you call free bean squishes and my handsome charm an interrogation.” He yawned, apparently having enjoyed the foot massage regardless.

“My boy Kakashi asked me to hang out here, until you woke up. Didn’t expect you to keep us hanging for two weeks though.”

Two weeks!? No wonder she felt so…

The pug pulled himself from her grasp and stood lightly on her lap. “Suppose I should let him know you’ve come round. You’ll be wanting to see the dog too, I’m sure.”

“Is he ok?? He really doesn’t like strangers you know and he gets so nervous-“

“Wouldn’t worry about that, my boy Kakashi has a way with us beasts. They can’t get enough of him, better with em’ then his old ma’ I reckon.”

“So… he’s really, ok?”

The pug nodded, gazing at her with large lazy eyes. “Sooner you let me go, sooner you can see for yourself.”

“Right, yes of course… Sorry…”

Pakkun strode to the edge of the bed and took an effortless leap onto the sill of the open window. He turned to regard her once, “Chin up, eh kid?” With those final words, his image seemed to shiver and within a blink, he was gone.

Y/N sat for a long moment in silence, seeming to reel from the conversation. She lifted a hand and pinched her own forearm. No, this really wasn’t a dream… She could hear a voice whisper at the edges of her memory ‘He’s been lonely too and worried about you… I wouldn’t have found you without his help.’

She drew her knees up to her chest, resting her cheek against them as she gazed out of the window. The breeze brought her a smell of warmth, spring blossom and as she closed her eyes to listen, she could hear the distant chatter of children laughing.

‘Living takes courage and only then, can you find a reason to do it, to keep going, to keep living.’

She would see Maru… and then she would decide If she could be brave.

#hatake kakashi #kakashi hatake #naruto #kakashi #team kakashi #kakashi x y/n #kakashi fic #kakashi hatake x reader #kakashi x reader #kakashi sensei #fanfiction #fanfic #naruto fic #naruto fanfiction #kakashi x you #kakashi x oc

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issybee06 · 2 months ago

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Because…

Part V

Warnings: slow ass burn, cursing, drinking, smoking, discrimination against Uzumakis, discrimination against bastards, Danzo hate forever <3, politics, the council, angst, so slow

Tacenda

(n.) things better left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence.

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Senju Risa was a bastard, with no real claim to the Senju name or any wealth or titles that came with it. Her mother, Uzumaki Kamiko ‘seduced’ the Nidaime hokage, her sensei, and got pregnant by him just before his death. After two days of labor, Kamiko died due to complications during the birth, leaving behind an orphan.

That was the claim of Shimura Danzo, and his reason onto why he did not send aid to Uzushiogakure when the sister village was under attack.

Three years ago; the council meeting regarding the inheritance of the Senju clan name and fortune.

Age: 17

I inhale sharply, unconsciously picking at the skin around my nails until it was raw as I sat amongst the clan heads. This was it, the day I would either be made head of the Senju clan or be cast to the side like my mother was. A bastard.

I was a bastard, I knew that from a very early age, and no one ever tried to correct me. “Your parents are not, and never were, married. You are illegitimate to the Takamori clan, your only chance is that the Leaf sees you as a Senju.”

It seemed like the past repeated itself, because years ago my mother was here in this seat at the same age, praying her caretaker and father figure would grant her permission to be the head of the Senju clan.

She was denied.

Inoichi clasped a hand over mine, halting my assault on my nail bed, “ You have no need to worry, (Y/n)-hime…they won’t make the same mistake twice.”

I inhale sharply again, and gulp down my fears. Sneaking a peak, I look up into the rafters of the council room and my heart rate relaxes at the sight of the painted dog mask. If he was here, I think I could handle this.

Hizuzen blew a large cloud of smoke, speaking lowly to the other elders. They were picking my life apart, unraveling the secrets and digging through my past, starting all the way at the beginning.

It was totally unnecessary, and only for show since the Daimyo was here as well. The elder knew everything about me already, but this went deeper than bastards claiming titles, this was about the succession of the Senju clan; the first Hokages clan and the creators of Mokuton:wood style.

I had his blood, and if bred right, my children could have it.

My mother didn’t have it, despite practicing and meditating and praying, she never was able to preform Mokuton. Tsunade never even tried, and now it was too late to find out if any potential children of her would have it. She had swore never to have children, so the fait of my clan was on me.

I…couldn’t do it. I had read the scrolls, done the handsigns, practiced practiced practiced…but no results. I had the roots of the jutsu, water and earth, but not the jutsu.

It was frustrating, knowing I was so close to it but ultimately failing. I had all the right tools, all the ingredients, but nothing came from it. I was my clans last hope, and I was already destined to fail.

“(Y/n)-hime.”

My head snapped up, and I stood, “H-Hai, Hokage-sama?”

His wrinkled eyes creased, and he clasped his hands together in front of his face, “step forward.”

I nod, head to the elders table. I passed through the sitting clan heads, all people who grew up with my mother and/or knew her when she too was here, walking the same path as me.

I bowed to them when I approached and then to the Daimyo, remembering all the lessons the Senseis at finishing school in the capital taught me. If I couldn’t sway the council, I’ll sway the Daimyo.

“The council meeting will begin; the discussion of the succession of the Senju clan and the legitimacy of Senju (Y/n) and Senju Risa will begin.” The Hokage announced, and began going through my documents.

I froze. And Risa…?

I swallow as I began to pick at my thumbnail, I was not only representing my birthright…but my mothers aswell.

“(Y/n)-hime, though you are a direct descendent of Senju Tobirama, your mother was the product of a birth out of wedlock making her a bastard. You are also the product of wedlock, on top of that your father is of an enemy nation, and you were not born in this nation. Do you understand this?”

I nod, “Hai, i do Hokage-sama.”

He hums, “…you were brought here as a child, and became a shinobi to our village, showing your loyalty. You fought on our side in the war, receiving a large flesh wound, and have continued to serve the village well since. You have proven to the council to be of Konoha, despite your…background.”

He sighs, inhaling the tobacco from his pipe before exhaling the smoke, “…Tsunade-hime will never have children, and the bloodline of the Senju did not continue to boys, making you and your mother the last two Senju who can carry your bloodline…Your mother is getting older, making you the last.”

I nod, “I understand, Hokage-sama…”

He nods, “…you understand we can't simply ‘waste’ you're genes, correct? That is why the Daimyo has offered to marry his nephew to you. This will strengthen Konohas ties to the land of fire, and the reputation that befalls you now.”

I tighten my jaw, going over my notes again. None of this was making any sense, nothing was coming together or working. I drumb my fingers angrily on the table, scoffing.

“This is so frustrating.”

Genma looks over my shoulder, and winches, “hey, you chose this profession.”

I huff, leaning on my elbows with my face in my hands.

“I just don’t understanddddd~” I groan out, dragging my hands down my face, “it made sense two days ago!”

He hums, checking his hair out in the reflection of the microwave, “ you were also hungover and running on two hours of sleep two days ago.”

I scoff, looking over at him, “you act as if I’m an alcoholic.”

He raises a brow at me, “you are, and so am I.”

He turn to me, leaning forward slightly with his hands on his heart as he starts to speak slowly, “I. accept. you.”

I throw a pen at him, miss, and he smirks, “you really are off your game.”

“I hope you die.” he chuckles, and fixes his shirt one last time, “how do I look?”

I wrinkle my nose as I take in his appearance, “…you look fine. Got a date?”

“Yeah, you remember that girl from the bar two weeks ago right? Well, we're going to dinner.”

I hum, going back to reading my notes, “oh? Good for you.”

He nods, “yep. One of us has to have game in this house, of course it's me.”

“…im engaged.”

He rolls his eyes, “that doesn't count.”

I scoff, looking over at him again, “well apparently it does.”

“It doesn’t count! You only met him once!”

I roll my eyes, and stand up to stretch. I pick up my scattered notes and shove them into my notebook book, then go to pick up the lunch plate, “it counts, I’m engaged, so technically my game is better because you only have hookups.”

“I have a date tonight!” He yells, and gestures to his fixed up self. I look him over, and place my plate in the washing machine.

“Okay…and?”

He glares, and huffs angrily before walking to the door, “I’m leaving.”

“Use protection, babes.”

………………………………………………………………………….

I open my eyes, unclamping my hand in my kneeled position. I gaze sadly at the stone, and brush some frost off the name. The frost bit at my bare hands, but I couldn’t care less as I cleaned the grave.

I should have brought warm water to clean it properly.

“…happy birthday…” I whispered to the name, tracing the carved kanji in the stone. I pour a little Saké in a dish, placing it on the stone before pouring another. I raise my dish, then take a sip.

I felt a familiar chakra sit next to me, and I look over. Kakashi had his head bowed, paying respects to his deceased Sensei. When I was sure he was done, I offer my half drunk dish. He gives me a nod, and pulls his mask down to finish off the Saké. I pear over, noticing that his busted lip was healing.

“…how are you feeling?” I ask softly, almost a whisper. It felt like how it was when we were genin, whispering things on Kushina and Minatos couch after dinner as to not disturb the giggling couple. Back then things were simpler.

Dinner with Kushina was a everyday occurrence when I was in the academy, living with her half time, and when she began dating Minato the duo nights began to be trio. Later, when both adults became senseis, they'd invite their genin for group dinners.

That year after Rins death, and year before the Nine tails, was just Kakashi and I at group dinner.

“…better then I was two weeks ago…had to redo the stitches though.”

I wince, turn towards him fully as he pulls his mask on, “I told you, I didn’t know how-”

“You did fine, I reopened the wound a few days after.” He explained, handing me the dish back.

I frown, nodding in understanding before wiping the last little droplets of the alcohol on my sleave, “…I still think you should have gone to a hospital.”

“…I can’t stand the smell…” he spoke softly, and I nodded in understanding. Smells were more potent for him, even more so as he’s gotten older.

“…you don’t smell like smoke tonight.”

I scoff silently, “…Minato would roll in his grave if he caught me with cigarettes…I’m afraid he’d smite me if I even smell of it.”

He chuckled at that, a sad noise, and yet my heart squeezed slightly. I was glad I could at least amuse him, even on this solemn day.

“…I remember he was so angry the first time he caught you smoking with Asuma, I had never seen him so mad.”

I huff, smiling, “…wouldn’t stop scolding me…I can still picture his angry face.”

I could see the outline of his smile, and stood up. He offered he hand, and I took it. We both bowed to the grave, saying our farewells.

He shoved his hands in his pockets, walking next to me as we made our way out of the cemetery. I shivered slightly, wrapping my arms around myself as we walked. It was getting late, and the sun was just setting behind the tree tops.

I bite my lip, not wanting him to disappear yet. Kakashi was like a fleeting moment, his presence was scarce and you never know when you’d see him again.

“…Kakashi…?”

He hums, looking over with his dark eye. I look to the side, and stop walking.

“…Genma is on a date tonight…and I was wondering if you’d want to grab some dinner…for Minatos memory.”

His jaw tightened lightly, and I felt my heart sink before he nodded.

“…why not?”

I smile in relief, “great!-I mean, great…how about Ichiraku?”

“I was thinking the BBQ place.”

Oh?

The BBQ place…wasn’t anywhere Minato took us…I don’t think it was even built yet.

“Sure, we can do that…”

He nods, walking ahead. I jog a bit, catching up with him. I glare at him slightly, cursing how tall he had gotten. As children, he had been small and shrimpy. It was almost comical, this tiny silver haired kid scolding you as if his ego matched his height, but now it probably did.

He wasn’t as tall as Asuma, standing at a good 5’11, and wasn’t as built as Gai, but I could see why so many girls wanted him. He had always held an aura, an air of cool that both pissed me off as a kid and intrigued me.

Rounding the corner, the restaurant was in sight and I slowed my pace to a comfortable walk. When we step into the restaurant, we both silently agree to get a booth closer to the back away from the other people. More so for the quiet, and for Kakashi. His reputation, both good and bad, was starting to steadily climb and I had seen him get corned before by noisy civilians and shinobi alike.

I slide in ungratefully, and Kakashi calmly sits down. He turns the hot top on, and we wait for a serve to come round. I hover my hand over the heating top, trying to warm myself.

Kakashi leans into his seat, sighing as he rolls his shoulders back. I could hear a slight crack, but didn’t acknowledge it. When the server, a young man around our age, came round I laced my fingers and looked up at him politely.

He smiled, “what would you two like this evening?”

I side-eyed Kakashi, who looked over at me with his usual bored expression, and smiled to the server, “beef, tomato’s and eggplant if you have any.”

He nods, and writes it down before walking away.

Kakashi gives me a strange look, “eggplant?”

“I know you like it, I thought you’d appreciate the gesture.” I mumbled, picking at my fingers. His eye softens, almost unnoticeably, but I could see it. After years of only being able to read factual expressions by half his face, then a fourth, id learned to see every movement.

He nods, and looks down finding the table interesting all of a sudden. I wince, this was going great…

I couldn’t remember the last time Kakashi and I had gotten dinner just us two, after not speaking for a year after the nine tails then another two years after the arranged engagement was announced, we just never got around to talking…this year was truly interesting.

The food was placed on the table, and I pick up a piece of beef to cook with my chopsticks. I watch it cook, turning it when one side got too dark.

“…how’s the assignment going?” He asks so quietly I almost miss it.

I look up, noticing he was cooking eggplant.

“…we’ve figured out the ingredients…now we just need to make an anti poison…Ibiki is trying to figure out who created the poison.”

He nods, slipping his mask down just enough to pop the piece in his mouth, “…my team is traveling to the last known place in Kumo…we’re leaving this weekend.”

Oh.

“Oh…good luck.”

He nods, and we both go silent again. This was…awkward. It was so hard to talk to Kakashi, he was so closed off and short with anyone and everyone. Even as kids he was distant, but at least he talked. He was a snippy child, always talking down to people and making himself look better. Over time, he just got quiet.

I continued to eat silently, every now and then looking up to see if he was still there or had disappeared. He was so quiet when he ate, when her breathed, when he moved, almost like I was imagining him in front of me. I was half convinced the server would come over and ask me why I was talking to myself.

Kakashi placed his chopsticks down, signaling that he was finished. He sat silently, waiting for me to finish my food with no rush. He closed his eye, resting in the booth with no worry or care.

He probably hasn’t been sleeping again, I thought frowning softly, and placed my chopsticks down as well. I laced my fingers, resting my mouth on my hands.

“Thank you…” I say softly, and he hums without opening his eye.

“…do you visit them often?”

I frown, looking up at him with confusion in my eyes. His eye was open now, sad and haunted, “…the graves.”

I lick my lips, feeling they were suddenly chapped, “…not as much as I’d like too…”

He nods, “…yeah…me too.”

I take the Saké out of my bag, taking a sip from the bottle. I raise it to him, and he takes it with a nod. He pulls his mask down a little, takes a sip and coughs, “w-what is this?”

I smile, “…it’s the good stuff from the capital.”

He makes a face, coughing again and handing it back to me, “gift?”

I nod, siping, “I’ve been saving it for Minato-senseis birthday.”

He nods, and shakes his head when I offer again, “ he’d like it.”

I hum and slip the bottle back into my bag when the server came with the check. I reach for it, completely prepared to pay after dragging him to dinner, but he beats me to it. I furrow my brows at him, and he pays me no mind as he leaves the money on the table.

“Coming?”

I stand, still confused why he paid. I was the one who invited him, I should be the one to pay than right?

We walk out, and I wrap my arms around myself.

“Whyd you pay?”

He hummed, looking over at me, “was I not supposed to?”

“Yes! I asked you to dinner! I should have paid!” I stress, huffing at him. He scoffs, his hands slipping into his pockets, “just accept it as a show of good faith. I picked the place, I should pay anyway.”

I frown, my cheeks reddening from both frustration and embarrassment. He looks over and his jaw tightens slightly, and I could hear him swallow.

I go to protest at him again, but he just raises his hand.

“…we can just say you owe me next time.”

Then he's turning away, walking down the dark street leaving me with a flushed expression and my heart stuttering to make sense of his words.

Next time…

………………………………………………………………………….

Kakashi and I were sitting on the couch in Minato and Kushinas apartment after a small group dinner. I was admiring how Minato would hug Kushina from behind, making her giggle as he whispered sweet things in her ear.

I sigh dreamily, my head resting on my chin. Kakashi scoffed, his arms crossed over his new anbu uniform as he sinks deeper into the couch.

“Why are you sighing like that?” he snapped, raising a brow at me. I look over at him, a soft smile on my lips, “its romantic…”

He rolls his visable eyes, looking away from me, “its sickening to watch.”

I glare, turning to face him, “sickening? They're in love!”

He looks back at me with a deeped expression, “really? I couldn't tell.”

I huff, raising my chin high, “I pity the person you marry, you clearly are not a romantic. If you were, you’d understand.”

He glares, and turns away, but I wasn't done, “when I get married, I want my spouse and I to be just as in love as Minato-sensei and Kushina-nee. I want to dance in the kitchen at 3 in the morning and giggle about inside jokes and talk with our eyes and have soft moments that are only meant for us. I don’t just want a spouse, I want a best friend. I think it’s more romantic if you fall for your best friend, then you know they want you cause they’ve seen all your flaws.”

I sigh dreamily again, as any 15-year-old girl would as she sillily dreams of a future of love, and go back to admiring the happy couple as they stay close to one another.

Unknown to me, Kakashi was also admiring something silently with the same love sick expression I wore…but back then I didn’t know it was me.

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A moth to the flame - Ibiki x Aburame! Reader - part 2

Guys, it's getting fluffier

You’re standing next to the roses when he enters, ducking your head the second you spot him.

“Buying flowers?” Ibiki asks, tone a lot smoother for how anxious he’s feeling.

“Yes,” you answer tersely, “You?”

“As well. Do you want me to stay outside while you shop?”

“No,” you shake your head, “I could… I could actually do with your help. I think they didn’t notice me, and…”

“I got it,” he takes the few steps needed and knocks against the wooden door separating the shop from the rest of the house. It takes only a minute until Inoichi appears, a sleepy Ino sitting on his hip.

“Ibiki? Can I do something for you?”

“Well, the shop’s open. I hope we’re not cutting into your break, but we wanted to buy some flowers.”

“We?” Inoichi asks a little lost, looking around. “I’m sorry, it was so quiet today and Ino wasn’t feeling well, so I went upstairs. But of course, we can help you, can’t we, little flower?” He directs the last question at his daughter who giggles and snuggles into his shoulder.

“Very well,” Ibiki takes a step back and waves in your direction, “Aburame-san has been waiting longer, so she should get served first.”

“Aburame-san?” Inoichi blinks surprised, “Didn’t see you there, have you been waiting long?”

“It’s alright,” you answer, shoulders stiff.

You’d have every right to be difficult, Ibiki thinks as he watches you interact, but you aren’t. You shoulder that hurt every single time and even though he wishes he could do something about it, he knows his limits.

It takes you only a few minutes to decide on the flowers. Ibiki tries not to look, but busies himself with his own choice.

You leave after you’ve paid, but he can still see the outline of your figure through the tall windows. You’re waiting outside.

“Who are the flowers for?” Inoichi asks, “Your mother? Your little brother? I heard he’s doing exceedingly well at the Academy.”

“My lover,” Ibiki explains, voice scratchy in his throat. He hates the surprise that flashes over Inoichi’s face. He’s not that ugly.

“Very well, you’re young, handsome, a good worker…” Inoichi babbles on, “Why shouldn’t you…? I mean, I was your age when I fell in love. No one could compare after that, so… these flowers? Are you sure?”

“Yes,” Ibiki nods, a lump in his throat, “She likes that color best.”

You’re hiding your flowers behind your back when he comes out and he chuckles, can’t help the sound slipping out.

“Here,” he offers his own bouquet to you, “I can’t keep hiding them forever.”

Your lips are set into a private little smile as you take them, touch the petals with careful fingers as if you wouldn’t dare hurt them.

“Thank you,” you say, “I love them.”

“I’m glad.” His voice drops lower, wishing, longing, to be alone with you.

“Here,” you pull your bouquet from behind your back, offering them to him. “I hope you like them.”

You’ve picked three different flowers, all of them white and he can’t help but chuckle.

“Did they remind you of my eyes?” He asks, enjoying the way you try to hide your own smile behind your collar.

And it’s nice, walking through the village with you, knowing you want this date just as much as he wants it.

“I called the restaurant,” He checks the time, “We’ve still got some time left before the reservation. Do you want to come up and meet my cat? We can put the flowers in water.”

“You called the restaurant?” You ask, an unfamiliar tone to your voice. “I called the restaurant.”

Ibiki blinks. “I suppose I can’t blame you after what happened last time, but I wouldn’t forget a date with you. Ever.”

He’s never going to admit it, ever, but that shy smile you give him right now might be worth more than anything he’s ever achieved.

-x-

It’s not hard to find the right room. You could probably waltz in through the front door without getting stopped, but you’re not feeling the sight of other human beings right now.

The window squeaks when you push it open and Ibiki’s voice cuts through the darkness.

“Who’s there?”

“It’s me,” you slip into the hospital room. The lights are off and the street lights outside can only do so much, but you’ve never had a problem finding your way in the dark. Your moths want to take flight as well, already familiar with his sound and smell, the taste of his Chakra.

“Sorry,” he sighs, settling back into the pillows. Bandages are covering most of his face.

“For what?”

“Worrying you.”

“Hm,” you walk up to his bed, hands urging to hold him, touch him, make sure he’s real, but you don’t know if he wants that. What if he’s still in pain?

“How am I looking?” Ibiki asks, eyes closed. “Be honest.”

“Beautiful as ever,” his left hand twitches and you move to take it, lump in your throat as you wait for him to push you away. He doesn’t.

Instead, he squeezes yours.

“It’s going to leave some scars,” Ibiki explains, keeping his voice carefully neutral, “half of my head is probably going to be bald too.”

“You could wear a bandana,” you point out, “Like Genma. I’m sure it would suit you.”

“You think so?”

“As long as you’re okay,” you tell him as earnestly as you can, “I don’t care how it looks.”

Ibiki’s silent for a few minutes. His heartbeat is going too fast for him to have fallen asleep. But you don’t want to rush him. This dating thing is more complicated than you thought.

“Would you mind… Would you mind slipping into bed with me?” He asks, voice a little raspy. “I’ve missed you.”

You’re not sure what makes you slip out of your coat.

But when you slip under the thin blanket and your naked arms and legs curl around his body, skin on skin, you know it was the right decision.

You press your lips to the underside of his chin, where his skin is uncovered.

“I think I love you,” Ibiki mutters into the darkness, “Is that bad?”

“I definitely love you,” you mutter back, “Is that worse?”

-x-

The door closes behind him with a click.

You raise your hand, finish writing your sentence, and look up.

“Can I help you?” You ask, in the most perfect professional tone.

“Care to kiss me?” Ibiki asks, heart thrumming in his chest.

You look surprised, but you slip out of your seat and walk over, into his waiting, eager, impatient arms.

“Everything okay?” You ask, pressing your lips against his for the briefest moment. “This is new.”

“I know,” he sighs, leans in for another kiss that’s equally shortlived. “I just got called in for a mission. We’ve had plans for tonight.”

“Work comes first,” you tell him, no hurt audible in your voice, “I understand that.”

“Still,” he rubs a palm over your back, “I don’t like it. I wanted to ask…” He averts his eyes for a second, unnerved in his anxious state by his own reflection in your glasses. “I wanted to ask if you still want to stay over… The fridge is full because I had something planned. I know it might be weird for you to stay over when I’m not there, but-”

“If it matters to you, I will,” you promise and when you lean in this time he makes sure to take his time kissing you.

Kissing, flirting, loving… those are things one doesn’t learn as a Shinobi. Things one may even expect to never experience. The life of a Shinobi is usually short, filled with pain and maybe victory.

Yet some part of himself has always craved it and with every morsel he gets this part of him becomes hungrier, greedier, convinced that he can and will be able to keep this.

Kissing you is like feasting on a buffet he’d never dared to dream about before.

But still-

You break the kiss, your moths quicker on the uptake than he is. Ibiki follows suit, pulls away, and steps back. When the door opens they are two steps apart and nothing indicates that there could have been something unprofessional going on.

By the time he returns you’re the one gone.

His teammates don’t ask him if he wants to join them for a drink, used to his “No” by now.

And isn’t it weird, he thinks as he’s faced with the emptiness of his home, that he’s still not longing for company? He just wants you here, with him, safe.

Inoichi mentions it in passing, as if it’s not all that important.

You’re back, yet you’re not.

“It’s not that bad,” Inoichi slaps him on the shoulder, “Aburame are famous for getting over being poisoned. They’re probably already discharging her.”

Ibiki can’t leave, not without a good explanation he’s not yet willing to give.

Not when there’s no one willing or capable to handle your workload on top of their own.

“Hey,” Ibiki knocks against the window frame.

It’s only the rise and fall of your chest that calms him down, because you lie unmoving, hands folded over your stomach.

“Hey,” your shoulders are stiff, he can tell. He slips inside, takes your hand without hesitation, presses his lips to the cool skin when you sit up.

“How are you?”

“I’m fine,” your voice is tired, your whole body slumping as if you cannot hold it up any second longer.

Ibiki pulls you against his chest, surprised to feel a growing wetness where your face hides in his shirt.

“Are you hurt?” He asks, panic rising.

You nod and shake your head at the same time.

“What can I do? Tell me, please.”

“They forgot me, Ibiki,” you whisper, lift your head only to pull off your glasses that are digging into your cheeks and bury your face in his chest yet again. “I was told to wait and they’d come and get me. It’s been hours. I could just walk out and no one would care. I’m just… I’m just so tired.”

He’s reminded of a different moment in this hospital when he pulls you closer. How you knew exactly what he needed. If he said the truth then, and he believes he did, it’s his turn now.

“Did you drink something?” He asks, rubbing your back with a gentleness he didn’t know he possessed. “Eat? Nothing? That’s not good. I’ll tell you what. We’ll sit for a moment and just breathe, okay? And when you’re ready, I’ll go out there and give them hell.”

“But-” You sniff, so unlike the calm and collected person he’s gotten to know over the years. This is the real, vulnerable you he’s fallen in love with. He might still be learning how to love you right, but he’s always been a good student.

“I love you. And if I can do something about people treating you this way, I want to do it.”

-x-

There’s a difference between Ibiki in private and Ibiki in public.

When you’re alone with him, he’s full of jokes and those teasing little smiles that make your knees go soft.

He insists on cooking, has a fully stocked cupboard in the bathroom for that time of the month and, probably the most endearing, calls out his cat for every little thing.

“Oh, big stretch,” You can hear him from the hallway. Nyan’s doing his best at soaking up the sun filtering in.

But Ibiki’s growing, changing just like you.

His hand takes yours on the way out.

You’d commented a few times that you wanted to try the new tea shop at the corner. Two missions and a rather nasty cold on his part had postponed the date until today.

The place is bustling even at this early hour.

“I called ahead,” Ibiki tells a waitress, “Two seats for Morino.”

“Oh, of course. It’s the table by the window. Do you want to wait until your company arrives?”

Ibiki stiffens next to you, his glare potentially murderous.

“My company is standing next to me.”

The poor waitress flinches away. “Of course, Sir, of course, I didn’t notice… Come right along.”

“Don’t be mean,” you chide him softly, yet with a warm heart.

“Order what you want,” he ignores your comment with a teasing smile. “Today is a special occasion.”

“It is?” You blink in surprise. His smile grows.

“Of course. Don’t tell me you forgot.”

“Forgot what?”

He’s now positively grinning. “One year ago on this day we had our first date.”

You blink again. “Which one?”

“Which one,” he chuckles, “You talk a big game. Remember when I took you out after meeting you at that expensive restaurant?”

You can’t help but stare at him, voice a little weak when you ask: “You remember that?”

“Of course,” he slides a little velvet box over the table, “I would never forget a thing about you.”

Your stare turns into a glare. “Ibiki?” You ask, voice rough around the edges, “Don’t tell me-”

“Oh, don’t pretend you don’t know me,” he scoffs with a teasing wink, “I’d never ask you like that. And in public too. It’s just something that made me think of you.”

With shaking hands you open the box.

Inside sits a beautiful pair of stud earings, each one a tiny, delicate, twinkling moth.

“Happy anniversary,” Ibiki says over your speechless wonder. His hand finds yours, squeezes it one, two, three times.

For the first time you don’t mind being forgotten for a little while.

It doesn’t matter if people see you as long as he does.And oh, does he see you.

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