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helloledena · 4 months ago

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

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

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

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

Word count: 8.3k (😬)

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

pervert.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

mercy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Name: y/n

Rank: unknown, approach with caution

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

Known Techniques: water manipulation, blood manipulation

Orders: wanted dead or alive

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Huh. Tushe."

stupid distraction.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Enemy territory?"

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

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

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

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

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

"But, Lady Tsunade –"

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

Damn it he thought.

i’m so sorry.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Y/n..." he tried

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

regrets.

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

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

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

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

"Sure thing, lady" he hummed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You are so beautiful."

lavander.

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

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

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

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

Knock knock.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I don’t believe a thing you say,"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He stopped for a second watching her.

"Are you.. -"

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

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

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

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

"Pervert" she grinned while kissing him quickly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The Rabbit and The Wolf

Feelings & Fireworks

It’s the day of the festival and you don’t know what to feel. Do you love him, do you love him not

MDNI. MATURE CONTENT.

Ch 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

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Your eyes are open before the sun, your body stilling as you remember the state you were in the last time you woke up. The warmth from the bed was missing, unfortunately even if you didn’t want to admit it to yourself. Last night was the best sleep you had in years, he had brought you so much comfort, so much relaxation. Sighing internally, not knowing exactly where to go from here, knowing that you would eventually have to face your own feelings. There was still one more night of having to share a bed with Kakashi, how were you going to do that with everything going on in your mind, in your heart.

With a groan, you rise out of the formerly shared bed. It was time for your comfort to be over and get ready for the day. The festival was today, and you were going to make sure all the kids had a fun time. It would be nice to see someone get to enjoy their youth for once. After casually dressing, you make your way to Team 7's room. It was still early so you hoped someone would be up, and by someone, you meant Sasuke so you could shove his head in the dirt. Luckily for you when you knocked on the door a sleepy Sasuke answered.

“Ah, just the knucklehead I wanted to see” you smile before grabbing him by the ear and dragging him out. His ‘ows’ repeated as you dragged him down the hall to take a walk outside.

“Stop dragging me” his complaints fall on deaf ears as you drag him outside.

“Listen up brat, don’t you ever do anything like that again.” You say flustered once outside.

“So did you finally ki- “Sasuke couldn’t finish before you knocked him on the head. He rubs the now-forming bump on top of his head. “What was that for?!”

“For meddling and talking too much.” You grumble, crossing your arms, a bit embarrassed. He was just like a little brother, a brat.

“I was just trying to help,” he says, still rubbing his head.

“No one asked for your help, Sasu,” you say resisting the urge to bop him again, jumping towards him as he flitches.

“I know but still.”

“Still nothing, stay out of grown folk business.”

“sorry” his muffled voice came.

You sigh at him, placing your hands on your hips before ruffling his hair. As always, he was incredibly embarrassed by that. Unfortunately, you couldn’t talk to your sister or your friend, so you had to get your thoughts out to someone.

“He did say he was in love with me,” you say as you lean on the wall behind you, avoiding his eyes.

“Is that why you disappeared?” Sasuke tries to gauge your reaction, hoping to not get another thump on the head.

“Possibly.” You reply, still avoiding the young man's gaze, “But like I said before, it’s complicated.” You sigh, before looking at him.

“Everything is complicated”

“Yeah, everything is complicated.” You are avoiding his gaze yet again, looking up to the sky.

“I think you may be making it complicated.” He remarks mainly to the air instead of directed at you.

You exhale deeply, “maybe.”

There was silence between the two of you until it was broken by Kakashi’s voice.

“You two the only ones up?” He asks walking up with a bag in hand, still with one of his perv books in the other.

“Yeah, last time I checked. Those idiots sleep like rocks.” Sasuke said casually, as if you two weren’t just talking about the man walking up now. There was a hesitation in looking at him from you, but you could feel him glancing at you while he talks to Sasuke about how the night went and the plans for the day. Every time your gaze falls on him, all you can think of is waking up entangled in him and your heart beating dangerously fast.

“I think I’m going to go back to the room.” You say before scurrying off, while they were in mid conversation about today’s plans. The two of them watched you quickly walk away from them, Sasuke looking up at Kakashi to see his expression.

“Don’t break her heart.” Sasuke says to the older man, turning his attention back to your fleeting form. Kakashi looks down at him, confused. “She feels the same if you couldn’t tell. I saw you two the other day, outside the hospital.”

Kakashi was a bit embarrassed that someone else also said his rejection and your disappearing act. He decides to stay silent, not trying to acknowledge his downfall.

“And she told me what you said.” Sasuke starts casually, looking at Kakashi, “She says things are complicated, I don’t really know what she meant by that but that’s not really for me to figure out I guess.”

“OH,” Kakashi says thoughtfully, now understanding your behavior more.

“Just don’t tell her I told you, she’d kill me. “The boy says before stuffing his hands in his pockets and starting to walk back to his own room. He left his sensei there to be with his thoughts, the bag of pastries in the bag he was holding getting cold. Kakashi was surprised that you confided in Sasuke about his feelings, but it seemed like your sister's words. To him, you may love him, you just were scared, which was fair so that meant he possibly had a chance to change your mind. He was a coward once; he wasn’t about to be one again.

Back in the room, you were in the shower, trying to calm your heart and mind. The things that man does to your head. You aggressively wash your body to distract yourself from your own thoughts. Hearts were such fickle things, and you had no clue what was going on with yours. If it wasn’t obvious, you didn’t know what to do with yours, it had already been damaged once by this man and you didn’t want it damaged again. But he said he loved you; he was in love with you, and you were…... well you weren’t sure what you were.

When you exit the bathroom, Kakashi is still not in the room. You exhaled a sigh of relief at that, you weren’t ready to face him yet. There did seem to be a note on the table that was there along with a coffee, which you picked up reading. The note read, ‘I took the team to do some festival preparations for tonight. The coffee is for you, I think it’s just as you like it.’ As you put it down, you picked up the coffee taking a small sip of it, and it was perfect just the way you loved it. It was sweet but just bitter enough that it kept that coffee taste, he remembered. That feeling made you smile a little to yourself, a sign of his love for you.

You spend the time without the team and Kakashi, relaxing and getting ready for the festival. After last night, you decided that you would confess that you feel the same way about the man you shared a room with last night. The preparation for the night included shaving, skincare, and making sure your kimono was perfect. Luckily for you, your hair was already in a protective style so that was one last thing on the ‘everything shower’ list. Since completing all your body tasks, you went to get yourself a little sake to calm your nerves for the night. You found a small store selling drinks and some other festival items.

“Welcome, how can I help you today?” the shopkeeper asks you as you enter the little shop.

“HI, yes, I was looking for some sake.” You answered with a shy smile, you were extremely nervous.

“Oh, is this for a special occasion besides the festival? You seem a little flustered. A mister caught your eye?” The woman behind the counter teases you.

“Something like that,” you say as you play with your fingers nervously and the older woman chuckles at you while shuffling to find you something that must have come to her mind. She pulls a bottle from the back of a shelf.

“Now this is incredibly smooth and a relaxing, calming drink.” She says without even telling you the price, wrapping it up for you. Before you could ask anything, she pulled out a smaller vial of something from under the counter, “And now this, this is a bit of liquid courage, which seems like you need. Am I right?”

“Yeah. Thanks” You mumble, feeling your whole body heat up at the thoughts. You reach into your pocket to pull out your wallet when the old lady stops you.

“Oh no, these are on the house, dear.” She states putting the items in a bag and pushing it towards you. You attempt to argue with her about needing to pay and she refuses. “I make more than enough to sustain during this season. Please just take it.” You sigh in defeat, taking the bag from the older woman, and bowing a thank you.

You put the smaller bottle of “liquid courage” in your personal bag, holding the other bottle in the bag as you make your way back to the inn. It was finally a good time to start getting ready, hopefully, Kakashi was already ready or at least not in the room. Unfortunately for you, not only was he there but he wasn’t even close to being dressed still in his casual outfit.

“Hi,” you say sheepishly entering the seemingly smaller room. He nods back at you, gesturing to the bag in your hand. “Oh, I just got some sake for tonight, the shopkeeper gave it to me for free. You wouldn’t even believe it.”

“Ha, you threaten her or something” He jokes and your cheeks puff at him.

“NO!” You huffed putting the bottle on the table on the wall. “She said she makes enough money during this time and that I looked like I needed it.”

“Are you nervous about something?” He questioned taking a tentative step towards you, which made you automatically turn from facing him.

“NO! she said I looked stressed, that’s all.” You fidget with the bottle in your hand, still not facing him yet, pouring two shots for the two of you. “Here” you shove the cup into his hand. He raises an eyebrow at you.

“We are not getting drunk, a few shots of sake never hurt anyone.” You comment, a small smile on your face that Kakashi couldn’t deny making him flustered.

“Fine” He relents, clinking his cup against yours. A bigger smile spreads on your face as you down the shot back without a second thought, as Kakashi does the same.

“See not that bad!” You could feel the warmth of the liquor in your body, licking the remnants of the shot from your lips. Kakashi stilled at the sight of you doing that, he could feel the blood rushing to a certain area of his body. You cocked your head to the side in confusion from his silence which just made him tense even more, his face starting to burn.

“Yeah, not bad” He coughs as if he might be choking. You just chuckle while putting your cup down.

“Well, I should probably start getting ready.” You are still chuckling at him while you make your way to the bathroom. The shopkeeper was right, you were going to need some liquid courage because you don’t even know how you get a clear head when talking to him just then. As you close the door behind you, you fish the special drink out of your bag, clutching the vial in your hand, and you pop the top of it. At no point did you even think about the consequences of drinking this vial, didn’t even check to see exactly what it was but you down it anyway. You doubted it would be able to kill you anyway, you’ve downed your fair share of poisons and right now you were going to do anything not to think about the possibilities of tonight.

After your shower, you felt a bit more refreshed, lightheaded even but in a good way even a bit giggly. Whatever was in that drink you took was putting you into a positive mood, you almost couldn’t stop giggling to yourself. Tonight was going to be fun; you were going to let yourself enjoy life for once. Your hair was done simply, half up, half down, a cute little bun in the back. You went with a basic makeup look also, it was going to be dark after all, no need to go all out. Your eyeshadow matched your yukata, a midnight blue color, placed below your water line and on your lash line, it made your eyes pop. You were almost finished, you just needed a little help getting your yukata tied, leaving the bathroom in a small fit of giggles.

Immediately Kakashi’s face moves to yours as he hears the lightness in your voice, which he hasn’t heard in years.

“Kashi” You start, walking out of the bathroom and trying your best to tie yourself up. “Can you help me? I just can’t get my fingers to work it seems.”

The man before you was frozen, the way you looked so cute yet disheveled in your yukata, the light finally returning to your eyes, you were glowing, magnificent to him. The sight was so domestic, a life that he craved, from you. Images of a possible life with you flooded his head and heart, hearing the giggle in your voice felt like a drug to him right then, the idea of being the reason your yukata was disheveled instead of your inability to tie it yourself. Your confused voice calling out his name, finally snapped him out of his daydream.

“Are you gonna help me?” You questioned, a cute tilt to your head as you still try to fumble with it yourself.

“Oh yeah,” He stutters getting up to come behind you, helping you tie yourself up. He inhaled your scent deeply, even more intoxicating than just the sight of you, the smell of cinnamon and vanilla filling his nostrils. The amount of willpower it took from him to not bury his face into the crook of your neck.

You spin facing him once he finishes his work, “Thanks.” You beam up at him, the mystery drink you had making you feel so warm and excited. “So…. How do I look?” You ask before giving him a simple twirl.

“Almost perfect,” He remarks before turning to grab something, while you look at him confused.

“Almost?”

“Almost.” He responds, pulling out a delicate silver flower pin. It was absolutely beautiful and intricate, with tiny flowers and vines scattered with small crystals.

“Oh my. Kashi, this is beautiful.” You say taking the fragile pin into your hands. “You got this for me?”’

“Yeah, no big deal.” He says casually, although it wasn’t casual at all. He was searching everywhere today for something for you and when he spotted the pin, he knew he had to get it for you. Intricate and beautiful, just like you. Gently, he takes the pin from your hands, reaching behind you to place it in your bun. You could feel his warm breath in your ear, and it sent an immediate shiver down your spine, having to force yourself not to let any noises escape your mouth.

He backed away after placing it in your hair, not too far but too close, dangerously close. “Now, perfect.”

“Thank you” you exhale not even realizing you were holding your breath. You looked up at him, starry-eyed, this was bad, bad. His face started falling towards yours, but to your surprise, you couldn’t move. You were going to let him kiss you, you wanted him to kiss you and your eyes started fluttering shut as you began to lean up to him. Before the gap could be closed, there was a bang at the door, Naruto of course.

“Y/N-sensei, Kakashi-sensei?! You ready to go?!” Naruto yells from outside the door, you take a huge step back while Kakashi sighs.

“Yeah, yeah, just give us a second” you yell back at him, going to get your shoes, avoiding the man's gaze on you slipping them on before grabbing another shot of sake. Luckily, you were still feeling light and airy from the mystery drink which calmed your nerves so easily. After your shot, you pour one for the man, handing it to him with a smile.

“Come on old man, let's live a little”

And who was he to ever deny you, especially with the way you were smiling at him now. The way you were going to let him have you just then, the thought of feeling your body under his again. Maybe he would have two more, taking the cup from your hand grazing your fingers gently before downing it and pouring him another.

“Okay okay, maybe you’re not that old after all.” You joke, grabbing his hand knowing Naruto didn’t have a patient bone in his body. Kakashi was taken aback by the gesture, but he wasn’t going to show it and just let you pull him out of the room.

“Wow, Y/N-sensei you look so pretty!” Naruto exclaims as you exit the room.

“Well thank you Naruto, I do clean up nice sometimes.” You ruffle his hair at his compliment.

“Definitely only sometimes.” Sasuke remarks under his breath and you elbow him in the ribs.

“Brat”

“How do I look Y/N-sensei?” Sakura asks shyly, getting your attention. She was dressed in an adorable yukata that resembled her name.

“Absolutely stunning” You comment, giving her a little boop on the nose. She glowed under your approval, hoping that it would do good to get Sasuke’s attention which you noticed. “Don’t you agree Sasu?”

“Hmph” He snorts, and you elbow him again. “Yeah, I guess.”

You could tell Sakura was doing her best to hold on to her composure at getting a compliment from Sasuke. And you could only stifle your giggles so much from the scene. Your little group left the inn to attend the festival activities held outside. It was completely beautiful outside. Lanterns hanging from all the shops along with different colored lights. The streets were bustling with people, almost overly crowded yet everyone was in light spirits. Food and game stalls were everywhere, there was no clue where to start first truly. You reach into your pocket pull out some money and hand it to Sakura.

“I can trust you with this right Sakura?” You ask, putting the bag of money in her hand.

“Yes ma’am” She nods putting it in your pocket.

“Great” you clap your hands together, “Yall have fun, we can meet before the fireworks.”

And with that, they go run off, well Naruto and Sakura run off while Sasuke walks behind them, to do whatever they want with the money you gave them. You giggle as you watch them.

“They’re good kids” you mention as you and Kakashi walk side by side.

“Yeah, nothing like us back then. We were hell.” He chuckles beside you.

“We?! Absolutely not, Kashi. I have always been a saint, I was perfect.” You giggle knowing damn well that wasn’t the truth, especially when you were with him. The two of you together were demons, too serious yet too reckless. Just two kids trying to figure shit out the wrong way. You with your smart mouth and Kakashi with his even worse attitude, young and powerful.

Kakashi snorts, “You literally cussed out the Hokage before, two of them!”

“I was just standing my ground, actually.”

“You told the 3rd to go to hell.” He reminds.

“And I stand on that, in the moment.” Crossing your arms defensively.

“Which is why he didn’t let you go on missions for a month.”

“WHICH is why I stood on that.” You shove him with your shoulder. “As if you were any better, you always had such a bad attitude and a scowl on your face. Some would find that off-putting.”

“You never felt that way.” He comments.

“And that’s not the point. Plus, they kept sticking us on missions together, so I just had to get used to you, ya know.”

“A force to be reckoned with.” He breathes out, reminiscing on your past adventures. You fall into a comfortable silence as you both take in the sights of the festival, your body heating up from the drinks you had earlier, finally starting to feel it. Unconsciously, your body leans more into Kakashi feeling his warmth against your skin. It wasn’t until you caught wind of something delicious and sweet in the air did you moved from his side, your eyes scanning to find the source of the smell. AH HA. You spot the dango stand, lacing your arm through Kakashi’s, and you pull him towards the stand. You hadn’t had dango in forever and it smelled delectable.

“Two please?” You request, about to go into your pocket to pay when Kakashi’s hand is already handing money over, waiting for you to take the sticks. You take the sticks, thanking the lady at the stand.

“What a good boyfriend you have.” She comments with a wink, you just laugh.

“He’s alright,” you say awkwardly, taking a dango into your mouth, as the older woman laughs at you while you allow Kakashi to pull you away. “Don’t say anything, it would have been rude to correct her.” You scold him before he could even say anything, even though you didn’t unlink your arms.

“I wasn’t even going to say anything” He jokes, feeling his chest tighten at the thought.

“Sure,” you say taking another bite. “I could have paid myself.”

“You could of,” he says casually as he pulls his arm closer to his body which pulls you closer to him, you don’t move back.

The two of you continued enjoying the rest of the festival with Kakashi buying you more snacks that you sniffed out, even winning you a prize at one of the stalls. A stuffed wolf. You were enjoying this, enjoying being with Kakashi like this. It wasn’t like when you were younger and would hang out like friends. This felt intimate, almost like a date but of course, it wasn’t. In the back of your mind, you remember how he said that he was in love with you but now he was just acting so casually as if nothing had changed. Yes, he did almost kiss you earlier today but still, a girl sometimes has her doubts.

Truthfully, you were more scared of your feelings than his, afraid that you were also in love with him, but you didn’t even know what that meant. All of this was a first for you because of course you’ve been in relationships and liked people, but you’ve never been in love. Especially being in love with your best friend, one of the few people you have left in your life that you just got back.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you hadn’t even noticed you and Kakashi stopped walking. He said your name quietly, gently turning your head to face him making you snap out of your thoughts.

“You okay?” He asked concern written all over your face at your sudden mindlessness. His fingers felt like they were burning under your chin. You squeeze the wolf closer to you, taking in the features of his face before you sigh nodding.

“Yeah, I’m fine” You attempt to laugh it off. “Just haven’t been to a festival in so long, ya know” He seems to believe your excuse, releasing your face and picking up two baskets you don’t even remember acquiring.

“Alright, well the team said they found the best spot to watch the fireworks.”

“Oh great” You smile up at him and the worried lines on his face soften. The two of you walk to a place that seems far away from the actual festival, a mostly abandoned hill that’s just outside the festival area. Your eyes scan around for the team, spotting them almost immediately Naruto waving frantically.

“y’all been having fun?” You ask as the two of you walk up to them, Kakashi handing them one of the baskets that Sasuke takes.

“Yes, but Naruto kept losing money on games” Sakura pouts, complaining as Naruto tries to defend himself. You could see that happening, which makes you giggle at their antics. Sasuke stays silent, looking at you and Kakashi in a strange way that you couldn’t figure out why when you met his eyes.

“What? You must not have had fun” You tease, jostling his hair which makes him smack your hand away scoffing. But he kept that same look on his face, it wasn’t a bad look, but you couldn’t figure out what was on his mind.

“Nothing.” He says, turning his back. “Come on before these fireworks start” he doesn’t even wait for a response as he starts walking away. The other two follow him as Naruto waves bye which again makes you giggle, so adorable.

“I think Sasuke had a better time than he wants to admit. Reminds me of someone at that age” You tease.

“I have no clue who you could be referring to.” He remarks pulling you to a bit higher spot on the hill behind where the team set their blanket and everything up. That’s what must be in the baskets. Kakashi takes out everything that was in your basket which includes a little more than just a blanket and snacks for you two, he also got some Sake, your favorite sake. He lets you sit down first on the blanket he just laid out, pouring you and himself some sake as he sits down. You sip on your cup as you gently lean into Kakashi again as you did while walking.

“I haven’t seen fireworks in years.” You break the silence between the two of you.

“Truthfully, I can’t remember the last time I had.” He comments back and you giggle at that taking another sip. You start fiddling with the cup in your hand, anxious about what you’re going to say next.

“I’ve had a really good time tonight.” You came out and just said it.

‘Really?”

“Really” you repeat taking a bigger sip this time.

He smiles gently down at you, “Good. I had hoped so.”

Before you could say anything else, the fireworks started grabbing your attention. It was the perfect spot to watch them. From your point of view, you could see everything without having to strain your neck up to see. It was beautiful.

“Beautiful.” You comment, staring at the fireworks in awe.

“Exceptionally so.” He replies, except he wasn’t looking at the fireworks. He was looking at you and you could feel his gaze, slowly turning your head towards him. His gaze was soft but there was a fire behind it that was making your heart pound into your chest. You didn’t know what was louder, the fireworks or your heart. A feeling of boldness came across you as your hand reached for his face, stroking his cheek, gently pulling on his mask as you leaned up. He follows your lead, leaning down towards you as you pull his mask down past his lips.

“Is this, okay?” He asked barely above a whisper, not even sure if you could hear him or not, even with your faces not even an inch apart. You nod against his face, pushing his nose with yours before his lips land directly onto yours. The arm he had resting behind you grabbed you by the waist pulling you more into him which made you gasp against his mouth. Your gasp allowed Kakashi to explore your mouth with his tongue, he almost moaned. You tasted like sugar and sake; this was going to be his new favorite flavor. You allowed him to dominate your mouth, enjoying the way he felt encompassing you. His grip on your waist getting harder, making you moan into his mouth which just encouraged him more to dominate over you, feeling small and delicate in his grasp. He had such a strong hold on you, kissing you so passionately, hungrily as if you would disappear at any moment if he let go. The kiss was making you dizzy, if Kakashi wasn’t holding onto you so aggressively you don’t even think you would be able to keep yourself upright. You gain some composure as you bite his lower lip, pulling away to take a moment, which he doesn’t give you before he’s attacking your neck a growl coming from deep in his throat as you moan into his ear.

“Fuck, Kashi. We are in public.” You whimper, trying to slow him down. He bit down hard before pulling away.

“You’re right.” He says but doesn’t let you go pulling you into another breathtaking kiss, which you pull away too soon for his liking. You place his mask back on his face with a giggle, fireworks still going off behind y’all as you remove his hand from around your waist entangling your fingers with his.

“I know I’m right.” You put your head on his shoulder, your interlocked fingers in your lap. Fuck, you were definitely head over heels for this man. And if that kiss proved anything, he was still in love with you, which you had no clue why you were worried about in the first place. Y'all enjoyed the rest of the fireworks with your head on his shoulder as his thumb drew circles on your hand, fingers still entwined. After the fireworks were over, Kakashi packed everything up back in the basket and promptly grabbed your hand back into his. He was very serious about hand holding it seemed which made you giggle.

“Alright team, fun’s over. We gotta head back tomorrow so let’s call it a night.” You state walking up to the team as they were getting their own basket back together. You can see Sasuke's eyes dart to where you and Kakashi were connected before going back to what he was doing previously. This almost made you want to let go, feeling self-conscious but Kakashi held your hand tightly. Luckily, neither Naruto nor Sakura paid the two of you any mind as they started walking back to the inn. After getting back to the inn, Sasuke gives you a knowing look, which makes you step right on his foot before taking your leave to your own room. Why he insisted on trying to embarrass you was beyond you, such little brother behavior. Once back in the room, you immediately take down your hair, gently playing the pin Kakashi got for you on the desk. You head to the bathroom, to get ready for the night but unfortunately, while you are in there it seems like you can’t get your yukata untied.

“Um, Kakashi” You call to him from the bathroom. “Can you help me again? You tied this kind of tight ya know.”

He makes his way into the bathroom to assist you, the mask having already been discarded, hands working diligently to untie the knot himself created. Once he assisted you, he didn’t make a move to leave from behind you, instead moving your hair to one side giving him access to your neck again placing his lips there softly as his hands move to the front of your yukata.

“Kakashi” you whisper as you feel him untying the front. His mouth doesn’t move from your neck as he caresses your body.

“We aren’t in public.” He smirked against your skin before continuing his attack on your neck making you grip the sink in front of you arching your back into him.

“No, we aren’t” you whimper as you throw your head back, moving on of your hands to grip the back of his head. His hands roam your body as he sucks and bites at all the weak points of your neck leaving you gasping and moaning. When he realizes he can’t get the thing untied from behind you, he turns you around, lifting you up on the sink and immediately colliding his mouth onto yours. He begins to finally untie the front of your yukata breaking away only to take in your form in just your bra and panties, matching black lace set. One thing you always had confidence in was your body but now you were feeling almost shy, wanting to close back up. Kakashi inhales sharply as his hands run up your thighs.

“Fuck, you're beautiful, even more than before.”

Your form was filled out a little more than most 3 years ago. There were more curves to your hips, your breasts a bit fuller, and your legs so much thicker, Kakashi was mesmerized by the changes to your body, and he needed you desperately. His hand goes to your throat as he pulls you into a kiss, gently squeezing which makes your body unconsciously grind into him, your legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer. You moan his way as he makes his way down your jawline, licking around your ear lobe whispering in your ear how great your body feels against his as his free hand roams your body. He removes his hand from your throat, replacing it with his mouth. his mouth makes its way across your shoulder making your body feel like it's on fire from his touch. Your hands move to his waist to untie the sash to take off his garments, but your hands are fumbling as he makes his way to your breasts, unfastening your bra with ease to take your nipple into his mouth.

“Fuck, Kakashi” you moan, leaving his garment alone to hold yourself on the sink. He went between biting and sucking on your nipple, sending intense waves of pleasure straight to your core as your head is thrown back with a moan. You attempt to pull him closer with your legs, wanting to feel more of his body against you but his hand grabs your thigh to stop your movements. He makes his way back up to your face, kissing you before moving to your ear again.

“Be patient, let me have this” he breaths into your ear and you think you could cum right then, you knew your panties were flooded at this point. You release your legs from around him, allowing him to have his way with you.

“Thank you”

His mouth was everywhere on your torso right then, kissing, sucking, biting every single inch of your skin. You were going to be covered in marks by the time he was done with you, but you were growing needier and needier with each feel of his mouth. You ached for him. He was touching you everywhere but the one place that would relieve your pressure.

“Kashi, please” You begged, not knowing how much more you could take. He goes to his knees looking up at you.

“Of course, princess” his mouth connecting with your clothed pussy as his hands knead your thighs, he was trying to kill you, you just knew it. His tongue swipes across your clit, still clothed teasing you even more. Your hands move to slide your panties down, but his hands come to stop you. “Not yet”

You whine at his actions, needing more of him. The thin layer of your panties separates him from your flesh. You push your hips more into him, not knowing how much more you could take without feeling him.

“Please” you whine, looking down at him and making him darkly chuckle as he finally grants your request by slowly, painfully slowly, dragging your panties down and off. He started to devour you like a man starved. His hands gripping your thighs to keep your legs apart as he feasted on you, overwhelming you with pleasure. Your hands go to grip his hair as you through your head back moaning his name like a bitch in heat. One of the hands that was gripping your thighs moves to your drenched entrance, placing two fingers inside while his mouth moves to suck and swirl around your clit.

“Don’t stop” you moan, feeling everything building up inside of you as his fingers move through you hitting the spot that makes you clench. He moans at your reactions to him which pushes you closer to the edge. The grip on his hair strengthens as you push him further into your cunt crying out his name as an orgasm rips through you, squirting all over his face.

“Fuck fuck fuck” you curse, your back arched as he keeps up his actions as you’re still going through your peak. It was almost too much as his attack on you slowed, finally able to get your breathing under control. He grins at you deviously, face wet from your release as he moves his way to capture your mouth with us. The taste of yourself on his tongue sends a shiver down your spine as you moan into his mouth. Your hands go between your bodies as you grab him, stroking him slowly as you use your own slick to lubricate his length.

“Princess” He growls against your mouth, pressing his body more into your hand. “Put me in, princess” He wanted it to sound like a demand, but it came out more of a whimper, needing to be inside you badly. He needed it almost as much as he needed air. You lift your hips as you guide him into you. Kakashi almost collapses as he feels himself enter you, so tight, so wet, so warm. “Fuck”

His movements are slow at first as he composes himself trying to allow you to adjust to him being inside you, but you don’t need that as he feels you start to grind back against him causing a curse to leave his lips.

“You’re going to kill me, pretty” He grunts as your hands start to rake across his back and he picks up his pace slamming into you fiercely. You’re moaning his name like a prayer, hands leaving streaks across his back and it’s driving him to the brink of insanity. His movements falter for a second as your walls are attempting to pull his cum out directly from his balls. You take this moment to roll over, letting yourself be on top of him, your movements are flawless as you immediately begin riding him not missing a single moment. You really may be the death of him. Fuck. His hands grab onto your hips as you grind against him, the grip he has on you is surely to leave bruises, but you don’t mind you're in complete ecstasy.

“Fuck, Kakashi” you moan fondling your breasts as you grind against him. “I’m gonna cum,” your toes curling as you feel him twitching inside of you, seeing that he’s just as close as you. “cum with me”

Your request spurred something new in him as he started ramming you from underneath making your head spin. You scream his name as you cum, HARD, feeling him cum with you as you collapse on top of him. You both are breathing heavily as you both come down for your highs, his hands gently stroking your back. Your eyes are growing heavy, and you feel so content and at peace for once in so long.

“I love you” your voice comes out, barely as a whisper. Kakashi’s hand stops moving on your back, gripping you to his body.

“I love you,” he says back, and you sigh happily feeling your eyes grow heavy.

Everything finally felt right, you felt right in his arms, you felt right with this team, and everything was good for you finally. You couldn’t wait to tell your sister when you got back, she would be so happy. You were so happy.

Is this what pure happiness felt like?

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issybee06 · 8 months ago

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Part iii

Warnings: swearing, the council, violence, blood, poison, field surgery, scars, body image issues, Hatakes has dog teeth, flashbacks of every kind!, drinking

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(Adj.) pleasing to the eye

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“I don't want to go to the academy, Ka-chan.”

The tall woman sighed, pushing her short red hair out of her face as she dragged the little 5-year-old.

“Chibi-chan…I know you don't want to go, but you have to.”

The little girl puffed her cheeks, glaring forward, “it's gonna stink.”

The red-haired woman sighed, adjusting her yukata as she walked, “and remember, Kushina-san is going to pick you up because I have to return to the capital.”

The little girl frowned, fist-grabbing her dress skirt while she willed tears not to rise. The Academy was in view and she couldn't help but look down at her feet as they walked.

As the got to the entrance the woman smiled, raising a hand in greeting, “Sakumo-kun, hey!”

The white-haired man jumped a bit, startled by the red-haired woman's loud voice. When he saw who it was, he returned the smile and nervously waved back, “Risa-Hime, Kon'nichiwa.”

He looked down at the small girl, who ducked behind her mother's leg. She peaked out, studying the white-haired man with calculating eyes. Looking to his side, she was surprised to she a mini version of him but with a mask.

She furrowed her brows at him, and he glared back.

The man placed his hand on the little boy's head, ruffling his spiky hair.

“You remember Risa-Hime, right Kakashi?”

The woman laughed lightly, “Probably not…been a while since we've been away from the capital…”

She nudged the girl out, “(Y/n)…this is my very good friend Hatake Sakumo, and his son Kakashi. Sakumo and I were on the same Genin team.”

The girl cautiously came out from behind her mother, cheeks red as she bowed.

“Its very nice to meet you!”

Sakumo nervously laughed, “gosh, last time you brought her to the village she was just a baby.”

He smiled down at the girl, “it's very nice to meet you too, (Y/n)-hime.”

He nudged the boy, “Kakashi, why don't you and (Y/n)-hime walk to the classroom together?”

The boy frowned but nodded silently, and looked at the Girl.

“…lets go.”

She nodded with a light blush, following him as he walked through the gate.

The parents watched, Risa biting her thumb nail as she watched the little girl disappear.

Sakumo huffed with a smile, “…never thought we'd be parents.”

Risa snorted, “I was never going to be a parent, but you? You were always going to be a dad Sakumo, your too…”

He huffed, “too what?”

She smirked, “dog like.”

He pursed his lips, looking away, “…im not dog Like.”

She chuckled, her teeth still butting at her nail.

He looked over at her, frowning at her nail-biting, “I see you still have that habit.”

She narrowed her green eyes at him, and he chuckled.

“I do not, Baka…”

Opening my eyes, I groaned quietly. Inching my way to my alarm clock, I died a little inside when it read “7:20am”.

Great, only 4 hours of sleep.

I rolled onto my back, staring up at the ceiling as Saké jumped onto the bed to great me. He cried, pawing at me as he demanded to be let out of my tiny room so that he could get breakfast. He’ll probably bother Genma for it, Genma usually spoils the Ragdoll by feeding him egg scraps.

I sit up, scooting to the end of the bed before sliding on slippers. Looking down at my cloths, I make a face realizing I slept in my work pants. I kick the slippers off before shimming out of my pants, kicking them to the corner. I go to my draw, pulling out cotton shorts.

After getting redressed, I open my door and almost get tripped as Saké darts between my legs to trot down the hall.

“Fucking cat…”

I stumbled down the hall, accidentally bumping the corner as I entered the kitchen/living room area, and groaned. After living in this apartment for four years, you'd think I'd know how to avoid the corners.

I opened the fridge, grabbing the egg crate and the wet cat food. I placed the crate on the counter before grabbing a small bowl from the shelf and putting a spoonful of wet food in it. I placed it on the ground and huffed a laugh as Saké raced over to pig out.

Genma yawned as he walked out of his room, bare-chested. He scratched his head, squinting his eyes, “w…why the hell are you up?”

I clench my jaw, cracking an egg before putting into the pan.

“Meeting about that S-class poison. Forgot all bout it…”

Genma hums, walking over to rest his chin on my shoulder, “Eggs for me too?”

I smile, patting his cheek, “yeah, you too.”

A lot of people thought we were dating since we live together and are very close, but it was only because we found comfort in each other's company. I wouldn't say I'd never date Genma, but as years have gone by he's become like family to me.

He hummed, “how late will you be?”

Shrugging, I dish out two plates of eggs, purposely dropping a good size piece for Saké.

“Not too late, it's just a meeting.”

He nods, taking his plate to the table as begins to eat. I sit down across from him, blowing on my eggs before putting them in my mouth. Biting down, I felt a crunch and frown when I realized shells had gotten in. Extra protein I guess.

Saké, having finished the scrap I dropped for him, now was weaving his body around our legs and loudly begging for more. Genma giggled like a 5-year-old, dropping more for the Ragdoll. He really did spoil that cat.

I stood, emptying the rest of my eggs onto Genmas plate. “Im running late, clean up for me?”

He made a noise, egg in his mouth and I took it as a ‘yes’. I go down the hall To the bathroom, closing the door behind me and locking it.

I pulled my shirt off, then unhooked my bra with a sigh of contentment. I really needed a bra with a better wire, this one stabbed my armpits and didn't support me at all. I than shimmied out of my shorts and underwear, kicking it to the basket.

I then to the mirror, pulling my short hair into a bun. I frown slightly, eyes catching the long ugly scar going down my front.

Rin… did a good job, but she was mediocre at healing scars. I owe her my life, but I couldn't help the itching in the back of my head that told me that the scar made me…ugly. I, of course, know scars are not meant to be seen as ugly, but as marks that show I was still alive…but I still felt that ich.

Jumping into the shower, I scrub myself down from head to toe in lavender soap. It was calming, and coming from a clan that had animal…characteristics on my father's side, the smell wouldn't be too overpowering. I was also thinking of the Inuzuka that would be present, Inuzuka Tsume, and the silver Anbu that would be hiding in the rafters.

After cleaning, I jump out and towel-dry before walking across the hall to my room, getting a low and teasing whistle from Genma.

I walked back out, hitting Genma in the head with a scroll. I walk to the door, pulling my shinobi sandles on.

“sayonara.”

He grinned, “aw, no good bye kiss?”

He began to pucker his lips, making loud smooching sounds as he tried to grab me. I giggle, pushing his face away, “you wish.”

He gasps dramatically, “Oh dear Princess of Konoha! You wound me so!”

I roll my eyes, “Ittekimasu, Genma.”

He smiles, “Ittekimasu, (Y/n). Be safe out there.”

I smile, standing and opening the door, “I always am.”

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“…so as you can see, our research shows that the poison drives from Fungis. Now, if we can narrow down which one, we can create the necessary cure and/or antidote.”

I finish, placing my notes down as the rest of the visible people in the room nod, murmuring.

Tsume huff, “and you suggest that the Inuzukas find this mushroom, yes?”

I nod, “Hai. With your powerful sense of smell, this would be elementary level for you.”

Play her, paise her and she'll take the bait.

The older Kunoichi smirked, “hm, so the Chibi Hatake wasn't up for this?”

I bristle a bit, and Inoichi stands, “Anbu have more pressing missions, you however are free since you are just now come I G out of maternity leave.”

She huffed, “second one was harder to train then Hana, not my fault.”

I smiled, “so will you take the mission?”

She waved me off, and I frowned, “Yeah, yeah. I'll do it, just give me the sent so I can get this over with.”

Setsuko walks out, handing the wolfish woman a glass vial containing the poison. Tsume pops the cap open, and blue fumes waft out. She smifts the air around it, careful not to sniff the actual poison. With a shiver, she seals the Vail, “That's a strong smell, how do you work with this Senju-hime?”

My mouth goes into a straight line, and I don't respond. My father's Side was…a touchy subject.

She hums, handing the Vail back to Setsuko. She stands, and Inoichi and Ibiki stand as well, “Arigatō, Tsume-sama. This is very helpful for us.”

She scoffs, waving Inoicho off, “Call it a favor from an old friend.”

He smiles, and the crowfeet by his eyes become more apparent. He walks out with her, and Ibiki follows after. Setsuko and I begin to clear up the office room, gathering the extra poison vials and notes.

I look up, and I see that stupid dog mask smiling down at me as he crouches on a beam. Setsuko looks over, smiling, “ready?”

I roll My neck, “ah, not yet. I'm gonna hang back and read over the notes one more time. I'll catch up, kay?”

The younger girl blushes, nodding, “H-hai, Senju-hime. See you back at the lab.”

She leaves, slipping out the metal door and closing behind her.

“…shes cute.”

“Shes not your type.”

He jumps down, landing soundlessly onto the table, not even making a tube rattle.

“Maa, I wasn't talking about for me.”

“Shes Not my type either, she's 16.”

He huffs lighly, a laugh.

“16? And working in TI?”

I look boredly over at him, “look who's talking, Mr. “I joined Anbu at 13”.”

He leans back on his hands, crisscrossing his legs as he tilts his head playfully, “I was asked.”

I hum, crossing my arms, “still did it.”

He hums back, tilting his head to the other side, “saw what you did, with Tsume-sama. You played her.”

I scoff, “I did no such thing, honestly I'm appalled you'd even suggest I played a clan head.”

I was grinning, and I could tell he was too busy his his chakra warmed a bit.

I furrow my brows at him, “what?”

He gave a snort of a laugh, “your accent.”

I raise my brow, “accent?”

He raised a hand, gesturing to me, “When you talk for long enough, you say things in a snooty capital accent.”

I scoff, laughing as I shove him, “I do not have a snooty capital accent.”

He laughs, jumping off the table, “you do though! Ever since we were kids!”

I roll my eyes, opening the door as he follows After me.

“I don't have an accent…”

He huffed, walking with md to the lab, “It's gotten less noticeable since you first moved here, but it's there.”

I shake my head, opening the door to the lab and peaking in to make sure Setsuko east in there. Sighing, I open it more.

“It was a light accent when I got here! Barely noticeable.”

He scoffed, walking in as I shut the door. He sat down in my rolly chair, “it was so bad I couldn't understand you for two weeks, (Y/n).”

I shake my head, moving over next to him to place the vials back into their protective case. He leans back, watching me.

“It was not a bad accent...”

He chuckles, “no…it was cute, you used to get so frustrated when people picked on you for it. Never seen someone get so red.”

I scoff, looking down at the dog mask.

“Yeah? And was it cute when I punched Ebisu in the face because of it?”

“No, that was hilarious and I wish I had a video of it.”

I roll my eyes at Him, reading over my notes. Kakashi and I were close…we’d been closed since we first met, considering his close our parents were.

Sure…we didn't talk for a sold 2 years after the nine-tails, but now things started to feel normal…even if it was only when he had that stupid Dog mask on. When he didn't, he got quiet, barely speaking when he did talk, and couldn't hold any eye contact. Kskashi without inu…was the same Kakashi who lost his team and family.

But when he had that mask on, he was hiding that side of him. He was fearless, playful, and more open…

It was Inu, not Kakashi.

“Are you coming with all of us to Ichirakus?”

He shifted s bit, his chakra growing colder.

“Ah, no. I have a mission tonight, sorry.”

I frown a bit, concerned. He had been taking back-to-back missions more often, A and S class mostly. My eyes softened for him, understanding why.

It was his escape, however unhealthy it was, he needed the rush of a mission to keep him going. He craved it, like a drug, and no matter how many times he tries to quit he'd go back full force the next day.

The only way he was leaving the anbu was either being pulled…of death.

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“-AND I WON'T CRY FOR YOU! I WON'T CRUCIFY THE THINGS YOU DoOoO!”

I burst out laughing, leaning drunkenly on Genma as we all watch Gai sing off toon to music from the karaoke massine.

We left Ichiraku hours ago and had stumbled in here after Asuma challenged Gai to a singing competition, and I've got to say, Gsi sure did have some pipes.

Maybe the ciggerets were ruining peoples voices, because Asuma couldn't hold a note to save his life.

Kurenai and Asuma burst out laughing, falling out of their seat as Gai began to dance magic mike style to the music. Gai Really was the life of every party, always so bright and good.

I smiled softly, and I looked over at Genma. Smirking, I follow his eyes to the bar area.

“You should go talk to her.”

His face turned Scarlett, “w-what?! I can't do that!”

I roll mg eyes, “go on. I need the apartment to myself something, you know?”

He kissed my cheek, “thank you wing man.”

I smiled as I watched him go, noticing all my friends were getting tired. Asuma, who was less drunk than Kurenai pulled her up, “I'll walk her Home, you got Gai?”

I nod, smiling, “always.”

“-WE ALL LIVE IN A YELLOW SUBMARINE! A YELLOW SUB-MUFF?!”

I groan, coving the tall mans mouth, “Gai, my love, I beg of you to shut up.”

He smiled lazily, resting his head on mine and we walked to his apartment, “but that song is sooooo youthful.”

I laugh, shaking my head at Him as I help him up the stairs.

“Keys, Gai.”

He clumsily hands them over, and I giggle down at the little turtle charm.

I help him in, steering him towards his room. I wince as I bumps into a corner, but he just giggles.

As soon as he hit his bed, he was out, and I moved his trash can over to his bed if he got sick.

Walking to his kitchen I filled a glass of water up, then went to his bathroom to dig up Advil for his ragging headache that was sure to come in the morning.

After double checking the windows, I close the door behind me. I walk down the stairs, wrapping my jacket closer to my body to protect myself from the cold.

I walked home, eyes on the snowy ground. I was sobering up, and couldn’t help but let my thoughts wonder to my silver headed friend.

He…really was in a hurry to die. Back to back A and S class missions weren’t healthy for any shinobi, especially one with Kakashis mind. It was too…broken, off center.

“I swear, I’m going to force him into therapy..” I mumble as I climb my stairs, opening my door.

I draw back, my sensitive nose filling with the smell of iron.

I draw my kunai out, holding it at the ready as I scan my living room. No one.

I move forward, sensing Chakra from the bathroom.

I silently pad towards the door, kunai up and ready to strike. I twist the knob, and walk in with my sharp canines bared and my kunai raise.

My eyes widen, and I drop the kunai.

“K-Kakashi?”

He looked over at me lazily, sitting in my tub as blood flowed out from his side. Saké, was next to him.

“W-what the fuck?! Why didn’t you go to the hospital?!”

I go to grab him, completely sober now, but he just snaps at me, baring his own canines at me and I only now come to realize both masks are gone.

“N-no. No hospital.” He glares, gasping air as he groans and hits his head on the back wall.

“F-fix me. I-I trust you.”

My eyes widen and I look absolutely terrified, “I-I can’t do medical ninjutsu! You know that!”

He grabs my hand, blood making stains on my skin. His mismatching eyes look at me half lidded, “I. trust. you.”

Then he passes out, slumped over himself and bleeding out in my tub. Of fucking course he does.

I groan, looking up as I will myself not to cry.

“You stupid asshole…”

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badadder1 · 3 months ago

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New fic!

Happy birthday Kakashi! ❤️ 9/15/2024

Watching Naruto and Sasuke fight Kaguya from the sidelines was not as safe as it should have been. Blasted by the alien goddess, Kakashi and Sakura find themselves twenty-five years in the past. A familiar war is brewing and the village is filled with ghosts. Is it real or some strange version of the Infinite Tsukuyomi? With no way to know for sure, their options are limited. They should probably leave things alone, but familiar silver hair proves too great a temptation

A03

FFN

Definitely recommend Archive, ffn never transfers my italics and bold. So annoying.

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nalyra-dreaming · 4 months ago

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Today one of my fics hit 100k hits.

A hundred thousand hits.

HOLY f***ing SHIT?!!!

Said... fic was an insane rush, saved my sanity during covid, and I cannot thank all of you who are reading it or who have read it to give it so much love. 😭

It's incredible, and I cannot thank you enough.

I was thinking about how to... celebrate that, for me, and maybe those who read it and happen by, so... here's (most of) the art I got for this fic once more... because it's beautiful.

(original sizes and credit in the fic^^)

And I thank everyone once more who made this fic come alive with me, who left comments, or kudos, or bookmarks. Who created art for it, too.

Especially maybe @anannua, @sanxkei, @ vita-divita, Yorino_Yama (Twitter), @ @kokodrawings and @originalflapshoegiant who are the best and who I miss, but who stayed with Naruto (dammit^^)

Love y'all!!!!

And for anyone interested? 😅

It's this... slow burn monster :)) - 550k words, 70 chapters.

Thank you guys. Honestly.

#what a milestone #naruto #fic #my fic #hatake kakashi #uzumaki naruto #jiraiya #slow burn #a change of color #uzumaki kushina #uchiha sasuke #haruno sakura #namikaze minato #senju tsunade

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lonelyghosts-stuff · 8 months ago

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I am desperate for Kakashi x Reader enemies to lovers fics pleasssse. A good slow burn with angst. I have been looking everywhere. Watching Shippuden and inserting myself and imaging a storyline aren't enough for me.

#enemies to friends #enemies to friends to lovers #enemies to lovers #naruto #naruto shippuuden #kakashi hatake #kakashi #kakashi x reader #slow burn

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ljh-writing-blog · 10 months ago

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Konohagakure, 10/18 Year 49

As early morning light flooded in the unfurled curtains of the hospital room Biwako attempted to relax while her unborn child was making her morning particularly painful. Late last night they had come to the hospital in a hurry, Biwako barely able to stand from her sudden labor pains and intense panic. Surely it wasn’t supposed to hurt this much? The midwife said this birth would be much easier the second time around. Hiruzen rushed them to the hospital immediately and made sure his wife was as comfortable as possible before assuring her he would return after clearing his schedule for the day with the council. He had left at 5AM and it was 6:30AM now. Biwako didn’t like being left alone while so close to birth but was also thankful to have this short time to speak with her son before he would enter this shinobi world. Caressing her stomach she began speaking softly to her swollen bump,

“Asuma, in just a short time, at least I hope it’s just a short time. You will enter this world and join the Sarutobi clan. Our family is strong and loving, we possess the will of fire and bear it like a badge of honor and I know you will too. It is a dangerous world we live in, unfair and unkind, but shinobi like your father help make it a better place. Shinobi like you one day. Your father and brother are very excited to meet you, they talk to you so much I’m sure you’ll recognize their voices as soon as you hear them. I am so excited to meet you, I can’t wait to see what you’ll look like, though I’ll be happy as long as you’re healthy. That being said we are ready for you any time, so feel free to come as soon as you’d like.”

Letting out a chuckle at her last words she jumped in her hospital bed as her husband’s voice resonated in the quiet room, “That was beautiful, hanii. Much like you. I hope my absence wasn’t too long, I did try to be quick but you know the Council.” Hiruzen made his way to his wife’s bedside and sat in the chair next to it, placing one hand on her stomach and his other in her waiting palm. “You’re fine, anata. We just had a little chat about someone needing to hurry up in there.” Poking at her stomach as she said someone. Chuckling as well he leaned forward to place a small kiss on her rounded stomach, soon to be flat once their child graced them with his presence.

He could admit he would miss seeing her this way, round and glowing with his child in her womb. His wife mainly in dresses the last few months because pants have just been too much work. Not only would he miss her figure but he had mourned the loss of a possible daughter. It was best for Biwako that this be her last pregnancy, the last 36 weeks had taken a large toll on her health. While she was expected to make a full recovery, as long as the birth went well, they prioritized her life and the life they can give the children they already have over the possibility of a daughter in the future.

Being broken out of his thought by a large gasp from his wife as she squeezed his hand mercilessly he felt sorry for her. He couldn’t imagine the pain child birth was, though he hoped the midwife was correct and the process went smoother this time. “Anata, I need the doctor. It’s time.” She let out another moan of pain as Hiruzen stood at her words and pulled away from her to call for help. Dashing towards the hallway he called for help before returning to his wife’s side, placing a chaste kiss on her forehead he tried to remember everything he had done for his wife during the birth of their first son. As he heard the doctor entering the room he connected eyes with his wife and through her pain they both grinned in excitement. Here comes their son.

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At exactly 8:00AM on October 18th a baby, not an Asuma but an Asami, was born to the Sarutobi clan. Completely unexpected and taking the doctors by surprise considering she had evaded months of ultrasounds, she was born happy and healthy. Exactly 8 hours after that, at 4:00PM, the Asuma they were expecting was then born. It was no wonder this pregnancy had been so much more difficult, she had an extra seven pounds and eight ounces in her stomach. Biwako was overjoyed at their wondrous news, a boy and a girl! Though her son taking an extra eight hours to arrive was not very joyful. Never had they expected twins and the prospect was a little daunting to the two. Nevertheless they had everything they needed in their three children and each other.

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Konohagakure 10/19 Year 49

It was the day after the twins had been born and the Sarutobis decided they were ready for visitors. Calling on his team first he was excited to share the wonderful news, Tsunade had hoped Biwako was having a girl and was slightly disappointed when she found out they were having another son. Well, slightly was an understatement. After Jiraiya had loudly declared she had lost yet another bet and would need to pay up, she broke the table they had been sitting at and threw Jiraiya out of the restaurant. That had been a hefty bill for the Hokage and took quite some apologizing on his part. Orochimaru thought the encounter quite comical though and it was nice to see his pupil smile.

Being broken out of his thoughts by a loud knock followed by his young kunoichi hissing “Shh! We’re in a hospital!” and an even louder slapping noise he knew his students had arrived. Grinning to his wife who held a very quiet, but wide awake, Asami in her arms he gestured to the door. Biwako nodded with an encouraging smile, readjusting her daughter slightly to be sitting up. Standing to open the hospital door room with Asuma in his arms he took a deep breath before embracing the chaos.

“Would you quit hitting me, Tsunade! You and your brute strength!” Jiraiya groaned as he rubbed the back of his head. At that Orochimaru snickered, Tsunade wouldn’t take the slight lying down. The woman in mention narrowed her eyes at his words and was ready to verbally retaliate when the door opened and Sarutobi Sensei stood before them. All three students fell quiet as they peered at the baby in his arms, though Orochimaru tried to quiet his interest externally. “Thank you all for coming on such short notice, I wanted you to be the first we shared the good news with.” Hiruzen addressed his students before gesturing for them to enter the room behind him. A small smile on his face at the surprise waiting for them beyond the threshold.

A small gasp filled the room from Tsunade at the sight of Biwako sitting in her hospital bed with another baby. “Two babies? Twins! Please tell me that’s a girl!” The young kunoichi rushed to the mother’s side pulling up a chair to sit down as she reached her hands out for the child, hesitating when the words brute strength echoed in her head. Orochimaru recognized the look, even though Tsunade acted tough she was still an insecure girl sometimes. “You won’t hurt her, Jiraiya’s an idiot. Don’t listen to him.” He stated plainly, shoving her forward so she stumbled into the chair. “Hey!” Jiraiya knocked into his shoulder, why was everyone going after him today? Tsunade looked back with a small look of appreciation, he pretended not to notice and looked at Biwako curiously.

“She’s a girl right?” The pale faced nin gestured toward the baby she was placing into his team mate’s arms. “Yes she is! This is Asami, she’s quite the surprise. Born at 8:00AM yesterday.” The mother chirped back happily, glowing with motherly love and affection for her babies. “This here is Asuma, born at 4:00PM yesterday.” Hiruzen spoke as he patted Jiraiya’s shoulder and pushed him to sit down in the chair he was next to. As Jiraiya sat Hiruzen spoke to him quietly, “Cradle your arms and make sure you support his head and neck, he’s not made of glass there’s no need to look so nervous.” Jiraiya looked at his Sensei with nervousness in his eyes, babies are so small and he’s so… the opposite. Holding his arms out gently he allowed for the small bundle of life to be placed in his arms, unsure of what to do next he looked to the older man for any idea. Hiruzen barked out a laugh at the helpless look on his pupil’s face, enemy nin and rogue ninja were nothing but a baby had the young man in shambles. “Just hold him, son. He’s just a baby, he doesn’t do much.” Hearing his Sensei’s words he felt himself relax a bit, settling in with the baby in his arms the child quickly fell back asleep. Son, Hiruzen always says they’re like his family and maybe the old man really did mean it.

As Asuma settled it was like the energy he had was transferred to Asami and she began to start babbling and waving her hands around. Moving her head she seemed incredibly animated for a newborn. Something had caught her attention it seemed as her father noticed the baby’s eyes zeroing in on his only pupil that had het to greet her. Looking at the young man’s face it seemed the child had captivated even his most withdrawn student.

Orochimaru had been watching closely at the way Tsunade and the others handled the babies and believed he could do it. Though even he himself wasn’t sure why he wanted to do such a thing, he’s never liked children before. Though the girl had caught his attention, duping all medical professionals and seemingly born with luck on her side. Trying to garner the courage to ask if he could hold the child his Sensei seemed to know the situation better than he did. “Would you like to hold her, Orochimaru?” Hiruzen asked quietly enough that Jiraiya wouldn’t hear him, probably willing to answer for him and that wasn’t what he was looking for at the moment. Encouraging him with warm eyes he spoke once more, “She seems interested in you too.” Hesitating the younger male nodded, attempting to locate a chair before realizing they were both taken. He was slightly nervous about holding the newborn child while standing. The mother in Biwako appeared to notice his discomfort and offered him a seat, “You can sit on the bed with me, I know it’s a little scary standing with them at first.” She spoke to him quietly, patting the bed beside her as she kept looking at her baby boy in Jiraiya’s arms. Truthfully the avoided eye contact was a blessing, this encounter was making him feel vulnerable and he didn’t like it.

As soon as Tsunade placed Asami in his arms she settled, content to look up at his face in wonder. Returning her stare he began to take notice of her features. Her head full of dark hair catching his attention first, her small hands reaching towards his face caught his attention next, and lastly her eyes. They didn’t match anyone in the family, a striking color that reminded him of crackling embers and scorching flames. “Her eyes are beautiful aren’t they?” Biwako asked him, startling the pale faced nin out of his thoughts. Looking slightly sheepish that he had been caught he nodded to the mother and agreed. His sensei spoke from the other side of the room, “We believe she has been born with a will of fire so strong it even marks her outward appearance, she will become a very capable kunoichi some day. I hope she is able to study under all three of you, my students, to learn from the best.” At that Orochimaru looked at the babe in his arms once more, maybe he wouldn’t be opposed to training the child when she became of age. Maybe, he could be Asami’s sensei.

A/N: it’s meeee, ik i said i’d get this out like a week ago but i’ve had so much crazy shit going on lately i just couldn’t. i wrote this on my phone so sorry to computer users if the format is weird. pls enjoy and like/reblog/leave me a comment below on what you liked/didn’t.

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ryekiree · 1 year ago

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another short snippet teaser from here i am, chapter 3.

#kakasaku #ryekiree #here i am #snippet #sukea #sakura #kakashi #oh god #this is so slow slow slow burn lol #and i’m a slow writer so bear with me #wip #teaser #here i am chapter 3

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iantoyawrites · 1 year ago

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The Ghosts of our Past and the Dreams of our Future

Pairing: Kakashi x Gaara

Rating: Teen

Chapter 5: Day 5 - Hiding | Mirror, both prompts Hiding and Mirrors used for @kakashiweek!

Summary: Gaara remembers the dream he shared with Rin's ghost so vividly he can almost feel Kakashi's warm breath gently tickling his face.

But he doesn't need to remember. Not when they're this close, jammed together in a closet.

(Chapter on AO3)

#kakashi week 2023 #kakashi x gaara #kakagaa #naruto #boruto #rare pair #fifth kazekage #sixth hokage #my fic post #yaoi #romance #slow burn #kakashiweek2023

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kashi-prompts · 2 years ago

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Flowers for a Shinobi

Chapter 14: Doubt

Word Count: 4,264 (sorry)

Pairing: Kakashi x OFC

Previous Chapter ❀ Archive of Our Own Link ❀

A/N: I know this is long, but this might be one of my favorite chapters so far. I hope you like it <3

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Kakashi stepped out of the shower. The hot steam cut through the chilled air in his bathroom as he shut the glass door behind him. He reached for his towel, rubbing the water from his face roughly. Above him, a cool breeze wafted into the room, causing goosebumps to rise up on his exposed skin. Reaching up, he shut the window as he towel-dried his hair with his other hand, damp silver strands falling naturally into place on his forehead.

Drying off, he wrapped the towel around his waist and stood in front of the mirror. He felt tired. More so than usual. He combed his hair sluggishly. Leaning forward, he looked at himself intently in the mirror, pulling at his exposed face. The thin skin under his waterline had shifted to an unsettling deep purple. The gymnastics his mind had played on him today wore on him. He slid a tired hand down his face, grazing the grey shadow on his jaw. Sighing, he reached into the drawer for his razor.

"Kakashi," Lady Tsunade had addressed him earlier that evening, her tone grave and gaze sharp. "It's worse than we suspected."

"More shinobi?" Kakashi had asked carefully, clearly seeing a strain on the Hokage.

"Thousands, Kakashi," the Hokage slid her hand on to the stack of papers beside her, "thousands of men - almost all in the Sand Village."

"They're targeting Sunagekure now?"

"Looks like it."

Kakashi sighed, thinking back on the conversation as he carefully slid the razor up his neck. Thousands were right, he thought. Whoever was behind this had upped their ante, becoming bold now. What was the purpose of all this? Were they wearing the shinobi forces down to ambush them? To wipe them all out? When would they stop? Would they continue on to other villages?

"I'm sending you to the Sand," she told him, "I need you to find as much evidence as possible. I have three man squads combing through areas between the Leaf and Sand for any signs of suspicious activity. I need you to go and find whatever you can."

"Of course," he had acknowledged with a nod, "But what is the plan for those who are already afflicted?"

"I haven't gotten to that yet," the Hokage had looked up at him with a cocked brow, "You returned the Lotus Art scroll to Shizune yesterday. Were you able to use it like I asked you to?"

Kakashi had shifted his weight uncomfortably, "I did, but the flowers were not adequate, m'lady. They wilted almost immediately."

She let out a sigh, her shoulders slumping, "I was counting on you, Hatake. You, of all people, should have been able to copy and use that scroll."

"I believe there must be some type of built-in safeguard that only allows those in the Hana clan to use it," Kakashi had told her.

"That doesn't make sense. Then why would Daichi try to steal it if he couldn't use it? What would his gang want with this?" Tsunade had lifted her eyebrows at him.

Yes, Kakashi wondered now, wiping the shaving cream from his blade as he proceeded to a new section of his neck -- why would Daichi have wanted the scroll? Was it just to take it away from them? Who would have used it if not for the only Hana Clan member left - Ayame?

Ayame, he thought for a moment, his mind shamefully wandering to her. He had tried so desperately to remain platonic over the last six months, but since the moment he saw her in the Yamanaka shop, he knew it would be a challenge.

He could almost hear her affectionate laugh in his ears, teasing him as a friend would, the sound like something he had memorized. Her sense of humor was his favorite part about her, secondary to the specks of gold in her green irises - always prominent when the sun hit them just right. Just as it had earlier. The constellation of freckles across her nose, her strawberry blonde eyelashes that dusted her cheekbones - the feeling of her lips pressing against his.

"Tss!" Kakashi pulled back the razor, lifting his jaw to reveal a small nick beside his Adam's apple. He shook his head, red blood bubbling quickly to the surface. He swore softly to himself and sighed as he applied pressure to the cut with a hand towel. What has gotten into him, he thought? His jaw clenched, fingers running through his hair in exasperation. Get a grip, you fool, he scolded himself.

"So that leaves me no choice then," Tsunade had continued earlier, leaning back in her chair. She was clearly troubled by what lay ahead, "You'll be taking Ayame with you."

"Understood." The Hokage had paused then, looking up at the Jonin with a defeated stare.

"Truthfully, I don't have much faith in this operation, Hatake," Tsunade had told him honestly, "Five shinobi have already died. Do you truly think this girl is read-"

"Yes," he had interjected boldly, "I've seen how far she has come. She's resilient. She can manage."

Kakashi washed his razor off under the faucet, slapping it to the side of the porcelain sink as short bits of his hair fell into the drain. He stared at himself again in the mirror.

He did have faith in her, he echoed to himself. What he had said in the Hokage's office was true. Even when his commander had revealed just how many flowers it would take to cure all the current men out of commission, his faith in her ability did not waver. Yet, a small voice in his head caused him to worry about her.

"I usually trust your judgment, Hatake," Tsunade had said, "but you seem distracted lately. Especially now. Did something happen I should know about?"

"No, m'lady," Kakashi had bowed his head, feeling an unfamiliar sense of embarrassment.

But that wasn't true, and he knew it. He couldn't stop thinking about her. This unsettling, unfamiliar, potent feeling that overcame him whenever she was near him disoriented him in a way he had never experienced before. The soft and delicate way she had kissed him caused his head to spin even now, hours later. The way his body had unraveled, like a pent-up coil finally bursting from its confines. This gravitational pull towards her shook him, riddling him with uneasiness that was so contrary to his usual demeanor.

The thought of letting his guard down to grow closer to her only then to lose her, just as everyone else had, preyed upon every nerve in his body. He wouldn't survive that.

Pulling his pajamas on, he sat on the edge of his bed and stared at the knots in the hardwood flooring. This needed to stop before it got worse. Well, it had already gotten worse, he thought. He rubbed his eyes irritably, thinking of how he had lost control the moment she kissed him. What happened to being disciplined? It was as though every ounce of self-control he had melted into the ground the moment she looked at him and handed him that flower. Such a small, warm gesture brought about an unfamiliar twist in his stomach.

He couldn't go on like this. He had a duty to fulfill as a shinobi and as her teacher. She had things to learn, and what good would he be if he turned into some buffoon who couldn't have command over his own emotions like the grown man he was?

This entire experience of training her left him feeling strange and vulnerable. Although, he did pride himself in masking his emotions - something he learned in his youth - it hadn't helped him much in those moments of weakness. As soon those lapses of judgement enveloped him, he would back peddle, just as he did earlier this evening on the training grounds. He had panicked when he saw her again.

What a fool he was, he thought. He had seen the look in her eyes on the training grounds, the disappointment written on her face when he walked passed her. It would only worsen from here if he continued to entertain their flirtatious exchanges. She deserved better. Not someone as lost as he was.

Honestly, he thought, even if he somehow conceded to these feelings, he could never love her the way she deserved to be loved. The thought of being so vulnerable with someone felt so foreign he was sure he would disappoint her. Swallowing, he took a deep breath and laid back in his bed.

It was settled then. This had to be the end of it. Going forward, he would put forth his best effort and find a way to control this. He would protect her with his life, but he could not subject her to the disaster of a man he was. It was for her own good.

Reaching up behind his bed, he grabbed his book. He stared at the cover for a moment, processing his decision. Outside, a late summer shower began tapping against his window. The sound of the rain barely registered in his mind. If he had any hope of falling asleep tonight, he needed to distract himself. Their mission going forward would be a long, stressful one. He needed to get his head straight if he was going to be a successful captain.

Carefully, he peeled open his book, content to settle into bed and read in solitude. Carefully assessing each page, he flipped through the novel with his thumb. Where had he left off again? Was it -?

A blur of purple fell from the pages of his book. Looking down, he noticed the sprig of lavender she had given him lying on his chest. Warily, he reached down and picked it up in his hands, twirling it between his two fingers.

A frown crept up behind his mask.

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Ayame shuffled her boots towards the Konoha entrance gate, her legs feeling like cement blocks tying her body down. She stopped at the gate, taking in the smell of the early morning dew after a late-night rain shower. Her freshly washed braid coiled around her shoulder, the scent of her lavender shampoo clinging to each strand.

"Heading out?" Kotetsu asked from behind the guard's base. Ayame nodded, adjusting her knapsack on her shoulders as she gave them her name and rank to record. The late summer morning was cooler than usual, a precursor of the average temperatures to come. Ayame shivered slightly, both from the tiredness that ached in her bones and the slight chill in the air.

She hadn't slept much last night. Between what felt like the physical weight of dying men on her shoulders, coupled with the constant tug of grief washing over her every time she remembered their kiss, it all felt like some strange, unsettling dream. She had pondered Kakashi's actions, wondering if there was something she had done or didn't do that caused him to back peddle in his feelings. She had thought of Sakura's words about her sensei - how much of a private man he was and how no one, not even his students, had ever seen him with anyone romantically. Perhaps he wasn't interested in her - and she had to respect that. Regardless of how much of a jerk he was being.

"Oh, you beat me," Ayame heard a cheerful voice behind her, pulling her away from her thoughts. She turned, greeting Sakura with a weak, tired smile.

"Not by much," Ayame assured, watching Sakura as she gave the guards her information.

"Kakashi-sensei isn't here yet, I see," Sakura huffed, walking closer to the gate entrance. "Typical behavior. I don't think he's ever been on time for any of our missions."

"He was on time for the first one we went on," Ayame pointed out, realizing it herself. She frowned, watching the birds fly over the trees in the distance.

"Oh, well, of cou-"

"Ready, ladies?" Kakashi appeared beside them suddenly. Ayame jumped, turning to face him. He avoided her gaze, handing Sakura a pair of boots just as he had on their mission to Rōtasuagekure. She watched him for a moment, amazed at his boldness to avoid her eyes. The morning breeze picked up, pushing strands of damp hair into her face. She quickly moved them away, watching his nose twitched once, then twice. She watched the muscles in his temple flex as he itched his nose.

"Use these," he told his former student. "Ayame and I stumbled upon a root on our way to Rōtasuagekure in the spring when this all began. I'm sure the pathways to all the villages are littered with these obstacles. We have to be cognizant of where we step."

Sakura nodded, replacing her sandals with boots and standing up straight. The awkwardness was felt by Ayame; his clear admission to avoid eye contact only stung worse. She pursed her lips, folding her arms across her chest.

"There you are, Tenzo," Kakashi greeted with a wave. Ayame traced his gaze over her shoulder, spotting the man she had seen in a hospital bed all those months ago when this all started. She cocked her head. Wasn't his name Yamato?

"Kakashi," Yamato greeted with a nod, "Sakura, nice to see you again. And - ?"

"This is- "Kakashi began, but Ayame pulled forward and greeted the man in a polite bow, "My name is Ayame Hana."

Yamato's eyebrows lifted quickly, his eyes glancing over to Kakashi's precariously. One dark eye widened slightly, the muscles in his jaw clenching again tight. Quickly, Yamato cleared his throat and smiled between the girls as he reciprocated her polite bow himself.

"Nice to meet you. I've heard a lot of great things about you," He said warmly at first, his tone quickly correcting itself as he continued, "I mean, like, what an incredible kunoichi you're turning out to be after such little training."

"Nice to meet you as well," Ayame smiled at his compliment, "Tenzo, was it?"

"Yamato," he corrected quickly.

"Right, my apologies."

A few beats passed between the group, Sakura's gaze switching between the three adults awkwardly.

"Right, well, let's get going then," Kakashi stepped forward, leading the group out of the village gates. "I'll brief you all on the way."

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It would take them three days to get to the Sand Village.

With each passing moment, Ayame could feel herself growing less confident in her abilities to help. How many shinobi were infected? The Hokage seemed to elude that there were many, but they were mostly isolated to the Sand. What if she couldn't handle the amount they needed? Sure, she had the serums Sakura had made, but the toll of using them all at once would put her body in a coma.

With constant anxiety and uncertainty poisoning the well of her mind, she barely thought of Kakashi until he acknowledged her.

"Ayame," Kakashi had addressed her on the first night of their journey, looking at her from across the humble campfire Yamato had made, "Lady Tsunade told me you have been given a chakra-boosting serum for this mission. Have you used it yet?"

"I have," she had told him quickly, pulling her from her own thoughts. It was the first time he had directly looked at her since their interaction on the training grounds the previous day. "It worked well."

"Good," Kakashi had nodded, clearly in thought, "The 12 dozen flowers you made last night will go to neighboring villages affected. But unfortunately, we have bigger problems. The last reports from the Sand show 3,478 affected shinobi. That is almost a quarter of their shinobi population. Each moment they go without this antidote their chakra levels drop further, and another moment their village goes unprotected."

He had paused, looking over at Yamato briefly, "Five have already passed away. The faster we get these antidotes made, the better. At 10 flowers per antidote, that would require almost 35,000 flowers to be made when we arrive."

"I-… okay" Ayame had nodded, feeling a cold sweat sweep across her body. Sensing this, he had continued to watch her from across the campfire. The wood popped, sending a spark skidding across the dirt. Yamato and Sakura ate their dinners beside them quietly. She had been able to sense their uncertainty in her.

35,000 flowers was something her entire clan made in a week - let alone one person in one day.

"You'll do fine," she had heard Kakashi say, "I believe in you."

Her anxiety grew more the following night, gnawing at her like a dog does on a bone.

On the evening before they arrived to the Sand Village, Ayame found herself awake well into the early morning hours. Beside her, Sakura, Yamato, and Kakashi all slept quietly. The wood fire Yamato had made occasionally sparked, reigniting each time an ember found a new untouched piece of wood to lick.

Who was behind all of this, she asked herself? Her mind reflected on her brother, the overlapping moments in their young adult life having been few and far between. Changing shifts to make more batches of flowers to sell were practically the only times they saw each other after their adolescents. And even then, those moments grew infrequent.

Aoi wasn't a bad brother. On the contrary, he had always cared for his older sister. Despite being three years her junior, he looked out for her like an older brother. She missed their friendship sometimes. But the reminder of what he had started, of the destruction he had caused even postmortem, left a sour taste in her mouth and a hole in her heart.

This was entirely her own brother's fault. But really - wasn't she partly responsible, too, for not seeing the signs? Responsible for the way she covered for Aoi during shift changes when he would mysteriously disappear, only later for her to find out that he was gathering up like-minded men and women who believed their labor to be unfair.

She tried to take a deep breath in, filling her lungs with the scent of burning firewood. Anxiety rattled her bones, the haunting feeling of inadequacy lingering in her mind. If she had let her entire clan down by not seeing her brother's deceit, wasn't she just as capable of letting her shinobi peers down as well? She was weak, after all. Even the training she had worked so diligently at was still not enough for her to recover completely from the three blows she had endured. It should have killed her.

The continuous nagging feeling that this all relied upon her, a Genin who had barely found her own path in the ninja world, was overwhelming. She felt herself spiraling, taking in another deep breath and another as panic rose in her throat. There was no way out of this situation, she thought to herself. Sure, it wasn't hard to make some flowers - but what if she couldn't? She knew she couldn't. These men would die because of her. Five had already perished. What if more died? She flexed her hands as they grew numb.

It was all on her.

Her stomach churned uncomfortably as she sat up from her makeshift bed, feeling nausea rise up into her chest cavity. She couldn't breathe, her chest tightening like a vice. Quickly, she flung her blanket off her legs and stumbled out into the dark path between a canopy of trees. Her vision tunneled. Leaning against a tree, her palms tingled as she lost her dinner into a bush.

Coughing, she wiped her mouth and sunk to her knees. She would never be able to do this. She would never be strong enough, she thought. She would never be good enough to be a proper kunoichi. Why had she said yes? Why had she gotten herself into this? Everything was relying on her, a pathetic nobody. Panic consumed her.

"Ayame?" She heard behind her, "Everything okay?"

She lifted her head, quickly pressing her palms up her cheekbones as she wiped away tears that had escaped from her waterline. Kakashi appeared in the darkness, backlit by the campfire as his eyebrows knitted together with concern.

"Ayame?" he asked, sounding puzzled. He knelt beside her, searching her blotchy face under the moonlight. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

She blinked at him, astonished at his audacity. Yet the feeling of his hand on her upper arm was warm. Her stomach twisted.

"I can't do this," she uttered to him, "I'm not strong enough to help all these shinobi."

"Yes, you are," he responded quickly. "Why would you even think that?"

All her resentment towards him vanished, if only for that moment. She couldn't even begin to rationalize staying mad at the only person she cared for in this village. Her only close friend, the only one that understood her. She took in a deep breath, trying so desperately to quench the thirst for air in her lungs.

Another deep breath, and another, until she felt like she was gasping for air.

"Ayame," He took her shoulders, steadying her. "Hey - breathe. Listen to me. You have to breathe or you're going to pass out."

"I can't," she barely managed, the air leaving her lungs, "these shin-shinobi are going to die. I can't-"

"Yes, you can," He gripped her shoulders, "didn't I train you? Didn't we train all summer? Look how far you've come, Ayame. You couldn't even make a leaf twitch before."

A quiet sob escaped from her lips, her body leaning forward and her head settling against his jacket. She cradled her chest, her hands tingling with numbness. Was she going to die right here? She certainly felt like it. She couldn't stop the waves of fear that crashed against her body.

"You have to get ahold of yourself," he said whispered against her ear, a hand sliding across her upper back. His breath was hot against her skin. "I know this is a lot of pressure for one person - this is your first real mission, and much of it relies on you. But you're not alone here. You have support - Lady Tsunade, Yamato, Sakura, we're all here. I'm right here. I'm not going to let you fail."

Thick tears slid down her cheekbones as she processed his words, her eyes shut tightly. She stayed slumped over against him, the pounding of her heart in her ears the only indication of time passing. He let her cry, his hand brushing over her shoulder blades every few minutes. She felt ashamed to be crying. How weak it must make her look.

"Ayame," He called to her again once her breathing had evened, his tone quiet. "Look at me."

She paused a moment, inhaling deeply as she flexed her hands. She opened her eyes, lifting her chin to meet his gaze. His hand slid down her arm, barely grazing her skin as he rested it on her wrist. Their faces were inches apart, enough for her to see just how deep the divot of his scar was. She inhaled shakily, her body still quivering. She hadn't meant to be this close.

"It's okay to feel what you're feeling," he told her calmly, "But you're a Leaf kunoichi. You can handle this. I have faith in you."

Ayame blinked at him, a hiccup twitching in her throat as she felt her anxiety slowly dissipate. She considered his words, searching his face as she realized his honesty was genuine. A small, reassuring smile bunched up the fabric of his mask. She stared at him for a moment, unsure of what to say.

"Thank you," she finally managed quietly, his single dark eye holding hers. He hesitated, swallowing with difficulty as his smile began to fade. His head turned slightly, almost as though he wanted to look away. She could feel her mouth go dry.

"You're welcome," he replied almost weakly, his thumb twitching against the underside of her wrist.

Time could have stopped there for all they knew, the two of them on the forest floor of some unknown location on the outskirts of Sunagekure. Neither said a word, their eyes locked together in some strange dance to make up for their bodies being cemented in place.

She wanted to lean forward, to press her lips to his again, just as she had earlier that week on the training grounds. There was just something about him that drew her to him, like a mariner to a siren. She felt his grip just barely tightening around her wrist. Was he going to kiss her this time?

"Oi, Kakashi!" The pair jumped, startled by the irritated voice coming from their campgrounds. Quickly, Kakashi pulled away, standing to his feet to see Yamato striding forward.

"Are you trying to set the forest on fire?" Yamato asked sharply.

"What?" Kakashi asked, puzzled but also clearly flustered. He turned his head back to Ayame, his hand poised in the air to support her as she shakily stood from the ground.

"Come see for yourself," Yamato turned on his heel, walking back to the encampment without another word.

The two exchanged glances, quietly wandering back. Once they reached the clearing, they could see the thick smoke in the air, a foul stench of burnt fabric mingling under their noses.

"Did you just throw your blanket into the campfire?" Yamato asked scathingly, his tone pointed at Kakashi. He gestured to a charred piece of wool next to a burnt-out campfire.

Ayame lifted a hand, "oh, that's my blanket. I'm sorry."

Yamato's demeanor changed, uncrossing his arms from his chest, "oh, well. Be more careful then, will you? It could have done more damage if Sakura hadn't smelled it."

"Of course," she nodded, looking down at her blanket, now a quarter of the size it once was. She shook her head, her body still trembling from the adrenaline of her panic attack and whatever it was that just happened between them. She glanced over at Kakashi, watching him scratching the back of his head nervously as he pulled his body to the ground.

"Everything okay?" Sakura asked nearby, her voice soft with concern.

Ayame turned to her and nodded, giving the girl a faint reassuring smile.

"We still have a few more hours until sunrise," Sakura said, looking up at the fading stars. "You should get some rest, Ayame-chan."

Ayame nodded again, pulling her body down onto her pillow. She sighed, closing her eyes as she heard the rustling of her teammates settling back in. She placed the back of her palm on her forehead, feeling the aftermath fatigue hitting her.

Kakashi's words wove in and out of her dreams, disrupting the moments of panic that consumed her when she would startle herself awake. Her skin was slick with a cold sweat as the sun rose. Opening her eyes, she heard her teammates begin to gather their belongings as the crows cawed in the distance.

Pulling herself up on her elbows, Ayame looked over at Kakashi and Yamato as they disassembled the campfire. Sakura sat on a rock nearby, brushing her hair with her fingers, her bag already packed.

"Good morning," she said brightly, her expression sympathetic.

"Morning," Ayame replied groggily, sitting up. She felt her shoulders grow cold and looked down at a blanket in her lap. Reaching down, she touched the wool fabric, noticing it was a different color than hers. She looked back up, remembering her burned blanket as it was still crumpled on the ground beside her.

Puzzled, she looked over at Kakashi, watching as he and Yamato began packing their belongings into their knapsacks. She pursed her lips together, forcing away a smile and noticing that between the two men, only Yamato had a blanket to pack away.

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fullmetalhearted · 1 year ago

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CHAPTER UPDATE

Deeper Than Ink | Chapter 5 | everything i wanted

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Every single day she left him there crying, his pockets full of candy and herself sick with guilt.

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Naruto was the only family she had left. So when “friend-killer” Kakashi Hatake, of all people, is chosen as her nephew’s sensei, Shuniku is far from pleased.

Kakashi however, although annoyed, refuses to give in to her overprotective pestering.

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AU in which Naruto is raised by an Uzumaki.

Kakashi/OC, Slow Burn, "Enemies" to Friends to Lovers

[AO3]

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lemony-snickers · 2 years ago

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it's been 84 years again...

Title: Scent of a Camellia, part 3 of ? (part two here) Chapter Three: verbena bonariensis; 美女桜 / Bijozakura / Verbena / "Cooperative" Word Count: 4,547 Warnings: extremely loose interpretation of police work & accounting, not proofread by any means whatsoever

beautiful netflix poster by the lovely @mrs-hatake can be seen here. <3 .

It starts small. One crate, every other week. Tsunade Senju doesn’t walk back into the shop again, but you can sometimes see her peering at you from a half-open back window of a tinted car parked outside Root & Stem.

It’s Kakashi you deal with, though. And that’s much easier because he doesn’t seem like the sort of person to let a little sarcasm or challenge through him off course.

Tsunade is less predictable; you think she wouldn’t take kindly to your occasionally acerbic responses to the situation, but Kakashi takes them in stride—teasing and flirting with you rather than getting annoyed, seeming to understand being asked to front for a criminal organization might not be everyone’s dream position. He lets you spar verbally with him without it impacting the arrangement or having you murdered.

The bell tinkles above his head every other Tuesday, always late enough in the day the shop is empty, and you wonder if they staked the place out before extending the agreement to you, watched to see when they could be certain you would be alone.

You don’t see who takes the crate. Kakashi always greets you and then walks straight through to the back of the shop to undo the deadbolt. He holds the door open, blocking the new camera you installed, as someone takes it away.

You never see what’s inside it, either, which is more frustrating. It’s always the same bland “SHOP OWNER” address, the same heavy crate that takes you seven and a half sweat-soaked minutes to drag inside from the loading dock—a far cry from the original half-hour, at least, as you’ve gotten used to the weight. Usually, Kakashi appears the same day the crate does, though on a few occasions, he arrives the day after.

When you ask Asuma if you can pry the crate open when this happens the second time, he growls at you through your phone, “Do not—I repeat, do not—endanger yourself or your assignment because of fucking curiosity. You got that, Detective?”

“Yes, sir,” you say, gnawing roughly at your bottom lip.

The next day, Kakashi saunters in, as unbothered as ever, greeting you with a grating, “Afternoon, sweetheart,” as he makes way through the shop. You grit your teeth as you listen to the best evidence against Tsunade Senju scrape its way out the back door and try to remember Asuma’s assurance that it’s not only Tsunade you’re after, but the entire Sannin organization.

You’re so deep in your brooding, you hardly notice Kakashi’s return to counter until he asks, a little too loudly, “How much do I owe you?”

You’re careful not to give away your surprise at his proximity—that you hadn’t heard him return from the back is a problem you’ll chastise yourself for privately later—and make some perfunctory notes in your ledger, not bothering to look up at him.

“Kind of in a hurry here, sweetheart.”

You don’t even roll your eyes at the insulting nickname as you slide a bouquet across the counter and give him a random total, knowing he’ll hand you an envelope with many times the actual worth of the flowers, regardless of what you say.

When you don’t feel the weight of the envelope immediately in your open palm, you do finally flick your eyes up to meet his.

“Something wrong?” you ask, but Kakashi just smirks.

“I just wanted to see those pretty eyes before I left.”

He hands you the money and turns on his heels to leave without another word.

You refuse to admit your face feels warm as the bell chimes his leaving.

Two weeks later, it’s the same. Kakashi walks in, giving you a two-fingered salute on his way past the counter. You hear the deadbolt slide open, the scrape of the heavy crate over the tiles—the deliveries have worn a terrible gouge in the floor already—and then the door closes again, the deadbolt returned to its rightful place.

Kakashi never places an actual order for a bouquet—not since those first two—so you’ve taken to experimenting with the arrangements you give him, using them as an opportunity to improve your feigned craft. Just because you’re undercover doesn’t mean you can’t take pride in your work, after all, and practice makes… better, at least.

You’ll never be a good florist, certainly, but you can at least be a fair one.

Sometimes, when you’re tired or particularly irritated, you provide him a simple bunch of the same blooms, daisies or carnations when you have too many of them or they’re beginning to wilt, roses once when the person who ordered the bouquet never showed to pick it up—a tale of heartbreak, no doubt, which you occupy yourself cultivating the rest of that afternoon, spinning tales of young lovers kept apart by circumstance or family until you’re finally able to go home.

More often, though, you take your time creating something a little ostentatious. Partly because you still have a lot of dead time to fill in the shop—as evidenced by your daydreaming of star-crossed, flowerless lovers—and partly because you find it amusing to watch him awkwardly exit the shop with an arrangement so big it obscures his vision. You imagine Tsunade Senju’s indignant sputtering when he brings the over-the-top thing into her car and the visual of her sneezing as the pungent floral scent hits her nose prompts a self-satisfied smile to spread a little viciously across your face.

Today is such a day. When Kakashi returns to the front of the shop, he whistles, looking at the bouquet resting near your elbow, all ready for him.

“Oh, darling, you shouldn’t have,” he says dramatically, picking up the arrangement and turning it in his grasp, admiring the sprawling dahlias and ferns, the bright orange lilies. “You’re getting much better.”

You hardly spare him an exasperated glance as you answer, “Nice to know my floral arrangements now appeal to criminals who don’t pay for them. I’ll be sure to put that on my next flyer.”

You don’t expect the deep roar of laughter your half-hearted sarcasm pulls from Kakashi’s mouth and you actually jump, snapping your pencil in half because the sound startles you so.

When you look at him, Kakashi’s whole face is lit with amusement, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he laughs, head tilted back, the bouquet still clasped in one hand.

Your eyebrows draw tight together as you frown. “It wasn’t that funny,” you mumble, taken aback by his response.

“No, it wasn’t,” Kakashi says as his laughter finally comes under control, “it’s just…” he starts, dark eyes appraising you openly, “when I first walked in here, I thought you were going to be such a dull little mouse and you’re not, you’re… more like a spider, somehow. Small and unassuming, with an unexpected bite.”

He snaps his jaw on the last consonant and your scalp tingles at the sharp sound of his teeth colliding. Your mouth attempts to curve up at the ends in response to the compliment, but you refuse to let it as Kakashi continues to inspect your handiwork.

“You do have a really lovely eye for color,” he says finally, plopping the overfull envelope down on the counter as a car horn blares from outside—Tsunade, no doubt, impatient for his return. “See you soon.”

The compliment lingers with you the rest of the day, replaying through your mind as you staple receipts to invoices and reconcile your little handwritten ledger with the accounting documents on the ancient computer in your office.

You do have a really lovely eye for color.

It’s a stupid thing to take pride in, but you feel your chest swell with the feeling, anyway, as you lock up the shop and head back to your apartment.

All the payments you’ve received from Kakashi—minus whatever arbitrarily charged price you subtract for the actual bouquets you provide him—are stashed in a portable safe in your closet. When you get home, you roll the thing out and use your thumb to pop open the door, setting the envelope inside, the date and amount already scrawled on the outer flap.

You stare at the contents of the safe for a long while that night, mentally calculating how much money is currently in your possession.

Nearly as much as your annual salary, after just over two months of taking deliveries. You wonder again how any reasonable person could turn down such an opportunity at wealth, especially if they were already struggling.

When Kakashi offered you the deal originally, he made it sound like you could decline, like it was nothing more than a business proposition between equals. He was certainly good at his job, because you almost believed him, despite all the evidence to the contrary—the crime scene photos of civilians who hadn’t agreed to work with the Sannin when similar such offers were made.

Your police ID and the case file on the Sannin, as well as Teuchi and Ayame’s disappearance, are also kept in the safe, away from any potentially prying eyes. Sometimes, you pull out the files to reread them before bed, or simply gaze at the happily smiling faces of the father daughter duo when you need a reminder of why you’re working such a dull job. Tonight, you don’t bother, simply closing the door and waiting for the telltale hum and beep as the safe locks again before stowing it away in your closet.

Asuma doesn’t call, so you order some takeout for pickup, enjoying the walk to Yakiniku-Q, hands shoved into the pockets of your light bomber jacket.

Your apartment is a not unreasonable walk to and from Root & Stem, which has certainly made the new commute tolerable. When it does finally get too cold, you can take the train one stop to cut the walk in half, which will help.

You smell Yakiniku-Q before you see it, inhaling the aroma greedily as your stomach rumbles.

Maybe you shouldn’t have ordered takeout, you think, because you’re not sure you’ll make it back to your apartment before ripping open the bag and stuffing your face in the middle of the street.

Choji greets you when you walk in, and you smile.

“Hey, Choji, I placed an order to-go.”

“No problem Miss Takiko, just a second!”

You don’t bother to correct him as he bustles toward the kitchen in search of your order, too hungry to bother. Instinctively, your eyes scan each of the tables in the small restaurant, cataloguing faces and body language—always looking for any signs of someone or something out of place.

You smile a little when you see your handiwork scattered throughout the restaurant—powdery blue morning glories and yellow chrysanthemums.

You don’t allow your gaze to linger on the circular booth in the back once you recognize its occupants, though you want nothing more than to stare or slide in beside them to hear what they’re discussing. Your fists clench a little tighter in your jacket pockets, but you still manage to greet Choji with a friendly smile when he returns with your order, pay him with cash and assure him you can carry the overstuffed bag—it looks like maybe they threw in a few extras for you—just fine on your own.

You take the train back to your apartment, so you’ll get there faster, and abandon your dinner on the counter the moment you’re inside, instead shucking your coat and pulling out your cellphone to call Asuma.

He answers on the second ring.

“What’s wrong?” he asks—no preamble, no niceties. He knows if you’re calling, there’s a purpose.

“I think the Sannin are trying to broker a deal with the Uchiha.”

You get no sleep that night, going over and over and over your observations with Asuma and eventually his father. There’s little to go on, but much to speculate.

“You’re certain?” Hiruzen asks again, voice gruff from not only smoking but exhaustion.

“Yes, Sir. Tsunade Senju, her associate Kakashi Hatake, and Fugaku Uchiha were seated together. I also saw the back of someone’s head. Based on the hair, I’d say likely Fugaku’s son Itachi, but I can’t be sure. Definitely an Uchiha, though.”

“Fugaku wouldn’t go without at least one other,” Hiruzen agrees.

The revelation is apparently as surprising to the two Sarutobi officers as it was to you. The Uchiha had been so careful since the botched undercover mission led by Anko. Her attempts to infiltrate the organization had only driven them further underground, making it increasingly difficult for any law enforcement agency to track their movements.

Last anyone knew, Madara Uchiha was still the leader of the crime family, but Fugaku’s appearance with one of the Sannin hints there may be trouble brewing in the ranks, or even that a coup might have already quietly taken place.

You’re not sure whether stumbling on Fugaku’s meeting with Tsunade is fortuitous or ominous, but you know it will mean hours of research and investigation on the parts of your comrades at the police station.

You stay up late with Hiruzen and Asuma, devising a plan for additional undercover officers to stake out Yakiniku-Q and other places in Konoha once frequented by the Uchiha. The first rays of sun are peeking through your windows by the time you finally eat your dinner, and you manage no more than a cold shower before you drag yourself back out the door of your apartment to Root & Stem.

It is this exhaustion, you decide, which is to blame for your unobservant nature. Because when you get to the shop, clambering in through the back door a bit more noisily than usual, it takes much longer than it should for you to realize you are not alone.

The light is on in your office, and you can hear the chair squeak beneath someone’s shifting weight.

Your .38 is concealed in a hidden compartment of your bag, but you worry using it might blow your cover depending on who’s snooping through your records. Instead, you drop the bag to the ground, pull a pair of garden shears from a hook by the door, and creep slowly toward the office, listening for any movement from within.

Whoever’s there must certainly have heard you enter the shop, so any chance of catching them by surprise is long gone.

Instead, you play your part of the terrified shop owner well, calling out a timid, “Who’s there? I have a weapon!” as you get closer.

The faint chuckle gives away your intruder’s identity before you swing into the open doorway, shears held before you like you’re giving an interview using a particularly pointed microphone.

Kakashi Hatake leans back in your ancient computer chair, feet propped up on your desk and hands folded over his middle. His smirk is infuriating and part of you wants to jab the garden shears into his eye until he stops smiling for good.

“Good morning, sweetheart. Sleep well?”

You drop the shears, glaring at him irritably. “What are you doing here?”

It’s a fair question, even for Takiko to ask, and Kakashi knows it. Your eyes flick to the computer screen, noting that he’s already closed out of whatever he was prying into because all that remains visible is a YouTube video of puppies struggling to walk down a set of carpeted stairs.

“My internet’s out,” he says, gesturing toward the screen.

You cross your arms over your chest and lean against the doorframe. “How’d you get in?”

His smile broadens. “Is that really a question?” he asks, “I think you’re smart enough not be surprised.”

You shake your head in mock frustration and head toward the front of the shop, slamming the shears down on the counter as you begin turning on lights in preparation for opening.

“It is too early for this shit,” you mutter under your breath as you remove your jacket and pull your apron on instead.

Too early or too late, actually, you aren’t entirely sure which.

“I’m sorry to stop by unannounced,” Kakashi says as he joins you in the main shop area, not sounding at all sorry, “but I wanted to ask how your dinner was. I found the dumplings a tad overdone, myself.”

The hair at the back of your neck prickles, despite your training.

Fuck.

“I’m sorry?” you ask, turning to face him. “I’m not sure I follow.”

He stares at you for a moment longer than necessary, dark gaze measured and level as he sweeps his eyes over your entire body in a way that makes you feel suddenly self-conscious—and also immeasurably grateful you aren’t carrying a weapon anywhere on your person, certain he’d notice if you were.

“I know you saw us,” he says, all the teasing lilt in his voice replaced with cool finality, “Don’t play dumb, it’s beneath you.”

You clench your teeth and then shrug. “I assumed if you wanted me to be part of your dinner party, I would’ve been invited. I was just picking up takeout, anyway. The Akimichi family are good customers.”

Kakashi nods thoughtfully. “I thought I recognized your handiwork in the florals.”

You duck your eyes to avoid his piercing gaze and dig your toe into the floor.

“I didn’t mean to see you,” you whisper softly, “and it’s not like I’m going to say anything, even if I knew who you were talking to.”

Kakashi hums. “That would be wise,” he confirms, “Tsunade was not pleased to see you there last night. She doesn’t like mixing business with… other business.”

You snort, meeting his eyes again. “I don’t think Tsunade is ever pleased to see me.”

Kakashi chuckles a little. “You might be right, but she’s very particular, so I wouldn’t take it personally.”

You take a deep breath and continue setting up shop, pulling florals from the fridge behind the counter to set out on the display tables and watering the peace lilies and succulents. All the while, Kakashi watches you—you can feel his eyes on you like his stare actually has weight.

“Is there something else you need?” you ask, finally, “Because if you’re just going to stand there, you can at least make yourself useful and open the blinds or something.”

Kakashi says nothing, but walks to the windows and lifts the shades, letting the early morning sun bathe Root & Stem in soft golden light.

“You look tired,” he says when he finishes, “trouble at home?”

You hadn’t even bothered to put makeup on this morning, instead tossing some concealer and lip gloss into your bag for later. A decision which you now regret.

“Romantic trouble,” you offer quietly, “boyfriend’s not a fan of my new hours. Kept me up all night on the phone just to break up with me.”

“Really?” Kakashi asks, clearly skeptical, “mind if I see?”

You frown indignantly at him. “See what, exactly?”

“Your phone,” he says, as if it’s a perfectly reasonable request. “Take a peek at the call logs.”

You shake your head, letting out an incredulous huff of laughter. “I don’t think we know one another that well,” you say.

But Kakashi’s face hardens, almost, imperceptibly, and he adds, “I’m not asking.”

You shake your head again before stomping to pick up your bag where you dropped it by the back door, tearing your cellphone out and tossing it at him so quickly you see the cool veneer crack just a little as he fumbles it.

“The passcode is 7-6-6-8.”

Kakashi mulls this for a moment and then smiles, “ROOT,” he says, “I like it.”

You watch as Kakashi opens your phone and begins swiping through your call logs. Asuma is, of course, saved under a different name—Iruka, the sweet high school boyfriend you left behind when you moved away for university. The nightly calls won’t seem suspicious for a relationship, and the long hours you spent on the phone last night will align well enough with your story.

“Huh,” Kakashi says, “cute.”

“What’s cute?” you ask, confused.

He turns your phone toward you, revealing a picture of you posing in a sundress at a street festival the previous summer, smile wide and bright as you enjoy the warm breeze, one hand holding a sunhat firmly in place on your head.

You swipe the device from his hands. “Give me that!” You quickly exit out of the album and lock the screen. “You can’t just go through someone else’s pictures, what’s wrong with you?”

Of course, anything remotely personal or not in line with your undercover identity has already been erased—just enough information left on the device to make it look like you use it. Mostly, that means photographs of floral arrangements used to populate Root & Stem’s meager social media profiles, as well as the occasional picture of food or a sunset.

How far back did he scroll to find that picture?

“To be honest, I was hoping maybe you would have something a little spicier in there,” he says, “maybe a photo you hoped might keep Iruka around.”

You throw a block of floral foam across the room, and it falls woefully short of its target, too light to carry itself all the way to Kakashi’s head, where you’d aimed. He picks up the block and pops it back on the counter, leaning across it toward you.

“You don’t text much,” Kakashi says.

“I’m not really a big fan. Prefer talking face-to-face.”

“Mm.”

You’re annoyed, and sure Kakashi can tell as much. You just hope he can’t also sense the underlying nervousness—or at least, if he does, you hope it’s the right amount for a shop keeper being scrutinized by her less than savory associate’s bodyguard and not a cop trying to maintain their cover.

Suddenly, you wonder if bodyguard is the right word for whatever Kakashi is to Tsunade.

“What are you doing with the cash we give you?” he asks, then. “It’s not in your records.”

You lean back against the wall behind the counter, careful not to jostle any of the vases on the display shelf.

“So that’s why you were on my computer.”

“Well, that and the adorable dog videos. Like I said, my internet is down.”

You stare at Kakashi for a moment before you respond to his original question. “I didn’t think accounting entries for monies illegally obtained were a good idea on my tax documents,” you explain, “so I’ve been keeping it separate, in a safe at my home.”

Kakashi tuts, shaking his head, “And what are you going to do with that money? Cash it in all at once? There will be questions about where it came from if you don’t start leaving a believable trail.”

You stare at him for a few extended seconds, “I don’t see how the way I use my money is any of your business.”

His lip curls cruelly on one side, “Now sweetheart, that’s where you’re very wrong. Because if questions arise about where you got that money, it could come back to us.”

“You mean to Tsunade,” you say flatly.

His smile broadens, as if he’s pleased with your straightforwardness, “Yes.”

“I used some of it for my takeout last night,” you lie, “should I expect the cops this afternoon?”

“I’m just saying, you should be careful. Running that money through your business as a legitimate payment of some kind will be better for everyone.”

“I’m sorry I’m not as creative an accountant as you hoped.”

“Oh,” he says, turning to lean his back against the counter as you move to the door to flip the little handmade sign on it from closed to open, “I think you’re plenty creative, I’ve already told you that.”

You do have a really lovely eye for color.

You roll your eyes. “Are you going to hang around all day? Because I will put you to work if so.”

Kakashi drums his fingers against the counter. “Actually, I was hoping you could make a bouquet for me.”

You scowl at him, unconvinced, but when he doesn’t move, you relent, “Any specifications?”

“Something beautiful,” he says softly, “it’s for an old friend.”

You try to tamp down your irritation as you set about your work, choosing some of your most spectacular blooms to include just because you’re irritated and want to show off a little.

Soft pink peonies, tufts of brilliant blue forget-me-nots, crisp white lily of the valley. Kakashi watches patiently as you work, adding sprigs of eucalyptus and sage for a fresh, herbal scent and soft tones of green before wrapping the stems in elastic overlaid with plain brown twine.

“Do you want a vase?” you ask, finally glancing up at him.

He smiles softly and it catches you off guard, how open and honest the expression seems on his face.

“No,” he says, “this is fine.”

You ring up the total and he pays without question. When you try to withdraw your hand, though, he catches your wrist.

“What are—”

But before you can ask what he’s doing, Kakashi already has a pen in hand—one no doubt stolen from your office earlier—and is scribbling a phone number onto your palm.

“That’s my personal line,” he says, clicking the pen closed and setting it on the counter. “You should text me some time. It would be good practice."

He turns to leave, “See you soon, sweetheart.” You’re certain he leans into the word because he knows you dislike it.

A little flustered, and still annoyed by his actions, you stomp around the counter, clenching your fist around the number inked onto your skin. “I have a name, you know,” you growl irritably.

Kakashi turns, smiling. But it’s not his usual self-assured smirk. It’s something else, something softer; more genuine. “Oh, I know,” he says, leaning forward until his lips are directly next to your ear. “See you soon, Takiko.”

He’s out the door too fast for you to react, but it still takes you a full minute to breathe normally after the bell stops chiming in his wake. When you finally look at your palm, the numbers are a little smudged from your clammy grip, but still legible.

You save his contact in your phone before you wash your hands and descend to the basement to retrieve a box of twine, having used almost the last of your spool on Kakashi’s bouquet. You can hear the bell announce the arrival of a customer and you curse, sprinting up the stairs with the box tucked under one arm.

But when you walk back into the shop, already apologizing, “Sorry about that! Welcome to Root & Stem, what can I…”

You trail off because there’s no one there. Instead, the only indication anyone stopped in at all is a tall to-go cup of steaming coffee on the counter beside a single pink peony.

You know without question who left them, and the knowledge settles in your belly like a stone skipping over water—heavy, laced with frenetic excitement.

It escapes your recollection at the time that the peony stands for bravery, but that doesn’t mean the gesture carries any less weight.

#lemony scribbles #kakashi hatake #kakashi x reader #fem!reader #slow burn #modern au #mafia au #flower shop au #kakashi fanfiction #this isn't new! i'm just catching up on things i posted to ao3 during my tumblr hibernation!#this is a queued post

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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.”

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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…

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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.

#kakashi x reader #hatake kakashi x reader #kakashi hatake x reader #naruto #naruto shippuden #slow burn #anti danzo #minato namizake #kushina uzumaki #genma shiranui #konoha #anbu kakashi x reader

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