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helloledena · 6 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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Unmasking desire (Kakashi Hatake x Reader)

Anime: Naruto

Synopsis: In the shadows of the village, an unmasking desire threatens to consume them both.

Part 1 Part 2

Warnings: 2 parts, slow burn, fluff, smut with plot, sex, masturbation, oral (female receiving), edging, after care

Part 1 – Unmasking Shadows

The mask hides everything—your guilt, your exhaustion, the hollow shell you’d become. Under Danzo, you weren’t a person, just a weapon. Your telepathic abilities—deeper and sharper than the Yamanaka’s—had been used to shatter minds, tear through memories, destroy lives. You stopped keeping track of how many long ago.

Danzo was dead. The news hit like a jolt, but not with relief. Freedom wasn’t freedom when you were haunted by what you’d done. Now Konoha, desperate for soldiers, turned to you and the other ex-ANBU. You stayed, but not just because of loyalty. Guilt anchored you here, whispering that redemption might lie ahead if you fought hard enough.

The meeting hall was cold, the air thick with unspoken regrets. The weight of the past hung over every ex-ANBU like a second skin.

Kakashi Hatake arrived with urgency, his presence commanding attention without force. He didn’t waste time. His gaze swept over the group—calculated, assessing—before stopping briefly on you. The pause was subtle, but you felt it. So did he. Why was he looking at me like that? I wasn’t used to being seen. Not after everything. Maybe it was nothing—but it didn’t feel like nothing

“Your skills are unmatched,” he said, his voice steady, speaking to all of you “The village needs you now more than ever. I won’t pretend to understand what you’ve been through, but this is your chance to fight for something real.”

You barely heard the rest, your heart pounding for reasons you didn’t understand. When his eye met yours again, it lingered. It wasn’t just him looking at you—you could feel something, faint but undeniable, like recognition. Kakashi felt it too, though he masked it well.

“Any questions?” he asked. No one spoke. He hesitated briefly, then added, “You don’t have to be perfect. Just willing.”

His gaze locked onto you again. You hadn’t realized your nails were digging into your arm until he spoke directly to you. His gaze didn’t waver, and for the first time in years, someone was waiting for an answer—not a mission, not a kill order, just an answer.

“What’s your name?” Your throat tightened. Danzo’s ANBU didn’t have names.

“I—” you started, voice breaking “It doesn’t matter”

“It matters,” Kakashi said softly, his tone meant only for you. “If it didn’t, you wouldn’t be here.”Something in his voice broke through your defenses, but you barely understood why.

“I’ll fight,” you said, shaky but determined.

His eye softened as he nodded. “That’s all I needed to hear.”

He turned away when someone else spoke up, but the moment lingered. You felt his gaze on you again, quieter now, almost searching.

“We all have something to prove,” he said, almost to himself, but his words clung to you like a mark.

You didn’t know what he’d seen in you. And you weren’t sure which scared you more—that he saw you, or that you felt drawn to him, even now.

Part 2– Silent Connections

The war had ended, but its echoes still lingered in Konoha. Lives were rebuilt, alliances strengthened, but scars—both seen and unseen—remained. Kakashi had taken on the mantle of Hokage, stepping into the light as the leader of the village. You and the remaining ANBU were reassigned to serve under him, remnants of shadows that had once moved for Danzo.

Your interactions with him were professional, minimal, and always masked. Yet, there was something about the way Kakashi spoke to you during briefings or in passing. A subtle attention in his words, the way his gaze lingered when he spoke to you directly. He didn’t know who you were under the porcelain, but you could tell he remember you, the rhythm of your speech. It set you apart in his mind, though you doubted he fully realized it yet.

Kakashi wasn’t the figure of legend to you—the "Copy Ninja" or the "Child of the Leaf." You saw him as something else: human. A man who carried burdens heavier than most and rarely let anyone see how much they weighed him down. And that… that seemed to intrigue him. The subtle moments between you were fleeting, but they were there. A pause in his words when you answered, his brow shifting almost imperceptibly when you offered a thought during a strategy meeting. You didn’t think he noticed these things, but you did. Still, you kept your distance. The mask wasn’t just a necessity—it was a shield.

Weeks later, word came of an urgent intelligence-gathering mission requiring Kakashi’s direct involvement. ANBU was to assist, but when you heard the details, you froze. Your unique telepathic ability made you the best fit to support him, but you had no intention of volunteering. The others knew better.

“She’s perfect for the job,” one of your teammates said, breaking the silence during the briefing.

You shot him a sharp look beneath your mask, but Kakashi tilted his head, intrigued. “Is that so?”

Your voice betrayed none of the turmoil inside as you replied. “I’m sure there are others better suited, Lord Sixth.”

His single visible eye regarded you with quiet scrutiny, his tone lighter than expected. “If they were, your team wouldn’t have volunteered you.”

His response left no room for argument. You had no choice but to agree, though tension tightened in your chest.

Later, as the mission drew closer, doubts plagued you. Danzo’s voice still echoed in the back of your mind, his shadow twisting your thoughts. You didn’t deserve to stand so close to Konoha’s light. Not after what you’d done.

But Kakashi, perceptive as always, seemed to notice your hesitation. Before you departed, he approached you, his tone relaxed but steady.

“You don’t think you belong here, do you?” he said, his words catching you off guard.

You said nothing, and after a moment, he continued, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“Who better to protect the light than someone who’s lived in the shadow?” His words cut deeper than you expected, but there was no judgment in them. Only understanding.

The mission was fraught with danger. Kakashi, as sharp and composed as ever, relied heavily on his Kamui ability to navigate critical moments. Despite the odds, he’d retained his Sharingan after the war, a secret few knew. You’d learned of it during a previous briefing, your sharp mind piecing together details others had missed.

When the time came, you didn’t hesitate to use your telepathy.

Kakashi, wait. There’s a trap ahead. Two meters to your left.

His body tensed at the sudden intrusion in his mind. You’d expected as much—he hadn’t been briefed on the specifics of your abilities. Kakashi’s steps faltered for just a moment. The voice in his head wasn’t his own, yet it felt oddly familiar. His muscles tensed, instincts screaming at him to trace the source.

He responded quickly, but even as he shifted left, avoiding the trap, his thoughts lingered.

Who the hell…? But he adapted almost instantly, shifting his position without hesitation.

‘You might’ve warned me you could do that’, he thought, his mental voice sharper than his usual tone, despite the fact that he don’t exactly know to who is speaking.

‘Would you have believed me?’ you replied.

A brief pause. Then, the faintest hint of amusement in his response. ‘Fair point’

The telepathic connection became seamless after that. You guided him through the mission, your words precise and calm, though his curiosity about you grew with each interaction.

At one point, he paused in the middle of the operation, his mind brushing against yours as he spoke telepathically.

´Your voice… It’s familiar. Have we speak before?´

Your chest tightened, but you masked your thoughts carefully. ‘We’ve met in passing, Hokage Kakashi.´

He didn’t press further, but you felt his curiosity linger.

Kakashi stepped into the room, his tired gaze scanning the group before landing on you. The mission had been long, and the weight of it was clear in his posture, but there was something about your presence—calm, unwavering—that seemed to ground him.

He addressed the team quickly, but his eye kept flicking to you. As the briefing wrapped up, he noticed you weren’t moving toward the door like the others. You remained standing off to the side, a slight frown on your face.

"Anything you need, Y/N?" Kakashi asked, his voice a little softer, like he could tell you were holding something back.

You paused, not expecting him to single you out. "I... I need the details from the mission. The full report," you said, trying to keep it professional.

Kakashi nodded and moved closer, handing you the necessary scrolls. As he did, he couldn’t help but study you. There was something in the way you responded—calm, collected, and yet distant. It reminded him of the voice from the mission, the one that had guided him with such precision.

The thought lingered in his mind as you unrolled the scroll, your hands steady but your eyes focused on the contents, as if you were searching for something. Kakashi’s gaze shifted, and the faintest recognition flickered in his eye.

"You’ve been through a lot, haven’t you?" he asked, his voice low. It wasn’t a question about the mission, but more about the weight he felt emanating from you, even behind the mask.

You didn’t look up. "Everyone has their burdens, Hokage-sama."

His eye narrowed slightly, the words familiar—too familiar. "That voice..." he muttered under his breath, more to himself than to you. The way you spoke, the rhythm of your words—it was unmistakable.

You stiffened, realizing the connection he was making. "I’m just here to help with the mission, nothing more."

He paused, his mind racing. Kakashi hadn’t realized it until now, but the pieces were falling into place. The voice, the way you carried yourself, the subtle exhaustion in your tone—it all clicked.

“You... You’re the one who helped me during the mission, aren’t you?” he asked, voice dropping lower, almost hesitant.

You didn’t answer immediately, your fingers tightening on the scroll, the weight of your past pressing against you for some reason. You had hoped to keep the distance, but Kakashi’s piercing gaze made it clear that he wouldn’t let this go.

For a moment, there was silence. Then, you finally spoke, barely above a whisper. "Yes."

Kakashi nodded slowly, as if processing the truth, but instead of pushing you further, he simply gave a quiet nod of respect. "Thank you. I... I didn’t realize."

You didn’t look at him, still feeling the weight of the mask, but Kakashi’s curiosity had already shifted into something deeper. He could feel the connection now, and the more he thought about it, the harder it would be to ignore.

Later, as the quiet hours of the evening settled in, Kakashi found his thoughts drifting back to you. He couldn’t help but replay the mission in his mind—the subtle strain in your voice when you spoke to him, the way it seemed to crack under the weight of emotions you tried to hide. It was strange, unsettling, yet deeply captivating. He’d learned more from the reports about your ability—the way it amplified under emotional connection—and a quiet understanding began to form. It had to be the reason you seemed so drained, but still, you were always so precise.

But why did it work so well with him? Why had your words been so perfectly timed when everything else was falling apart? Why was he so drawn to you, despite not knowing who you truly were?

Kakashi tried to push the thoughts aside. He was the Hokage. He had responsibilities. But even as he buried himself in paperwork, his mind kept returning to you—your quiet strength, the mystery that hung around you like a veil, and the strange sense of familiarity he felt when he heard your voice. He didn’t understand it, but it gnawed at him, this strange, growing need to know who you were.

You were a shadow. Untouchable. And yet, in the few fleeting interactions, you had already learned more about him than anyone else ever had. You saw through his façade, saw the tiredness in his voice, the strain in his eyes, when no one else did. And it made him feel... exposed. Vulnerable. Something he never allowed anyone to see.

And yet, when you spoke to him, there was something in your tone—something that made him wonder if, somehow, you understood him better than anyone else ever could. He told himself it was nothing more than a Hokage’s duty to understand his subordinates, but deep down, he knew it was more than that. It wasn’t the skill that intrigued him. He’d worked with countless talented shinobi. It was the way you carried the weight—silently, like him.

The way you hid behind a mask, just as he had for so long. And somehow, that made him want to know you more.

Kakashi began to seek out excuses to interact with you, subtle ones at first. He assigned you to key roles in missions, asked for your insight during strategy meetings, and watched for the briefest shifts in your posture, the slightest change in your voice. Every small detail felt like a clue, and the more he observed, the more he wanted to understand.

You remained distant, the smooth, featureless porcelain that separated you from the world, and though he respected that, it only deepened his curiosity. What were you hiding? What had made you so guarded, so unwilling to let anyone close?

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Between Shadows and Light - Kakashi x Reader (Pt 1)

I'm trying something new, and I am feeling nostalgic. Do tell me how I'm doing?

Part 2

In the aftermath of the Uchiha massacre, Y/N finds herself grappling with loss, duty, and an unexpected connection with Kakashi Hatake. As she cares for Sasuke and navigates her feelings for the enigmatic Copy Ninja, their bond deepens amidst missions, village gossip, and unresolved emotions. But with Sasuke’s protectiveness and Itachi’s shadow looming over them, can Y/N truly find love and normalcy, or is her heart forever tied to the past?

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The soft hum of the cicadas filled the warm summer evening, blending with the crackling of a small fire in the yard of a modest home on the outskirts of Konoha. Y/N Uchiha sat cross-legged near the flames, her dark eyes reflecting the light as she meticulously sharpened a kunai. She was surrounded by an air of calm, but her thoughts were far from peaceful.

The massacre haunted her every waking moment. Every shadow seemed to whisper the names of her kin, every quiet moment echoed with their cries. She'd agreed to take care of Sasuke, but her own grief felt like a relentless weight. The truth Itachi had confided to her before leaving—the burden he'd carried, the impossible choice he'd made—was both a curse and a mercy. She couldn't hate him, even though she desperately wanted to.

She had just returned from a simple mission that morning, and had arrived later than expected, she knew her parents would be angry. When she stepped into the compound her thoughts vanished. The first thing she saw? Itachi, holding a Kunai in his anbu uniform. Blood, bodies.... "Itachi...." he turned to her carefully, tears in his eyes. He walked to her, and fell on his knees. He told her everything, in turn he asked for two things: Take care of Sasuke, and never tell anyone what he shared with her. With that, he was gone. He had meant the world to her, as young as she was, Itachi was the love of her life.

A sudden knock at the door shattered the stillness. Y/N tensed, kunai at the ready, before she remembered herself. Few dared to venture out to her home, and fewer still would come without warning. She set the weapon down and rose cautiously, brushing the dust from her hands as she approached the door.

When she opened it, Kakashi Hatake stood there, his mask hiding much of his face but not the exhaustion in his visible eye. His slouched posture and the faint sag of his shoulders spoke of battles fought, both on and off the field.

"Kakashi," she said, surprise coloring her tone. "What are you doing here?"

He hesitated, one hand resting on the doorframe as if it were the only thing keeping him upright. "I need your help," he said simply.

Y/N's brows furrowed. She stepped aside, gesturing for him to enter. "Come in," she said softly, her earlier wariness replaced by concern.

Kakashi stepped into the modest home, his gaze sweeping over the sparse but functional interior. He didn't sit, though, remaining near the entrance like he didn't belong.

She crossed her arms, leaning against the wall. "What kind of help are we talking about?"

Kakashi's hand moved to his headband, fingers hesitating for the briefest moment before pulling it up. The red glow of the Sharingan in his left eye was sharp against his pale skin, but there was a faint tremble in the lid. "This," he said.

She held back to ask where he had gotten it, thinking back to the relationships he had with Obito before he died.

Y/N's lips parted in surprise. She hadn't seen the Sharingan outside her clan, ever, to be fair she was just 14 when the clan disappeared. Her gaze softened. "You're struggling to control it," she deduced, stepping closer.

He gave a short nod. "It drains me faster than I can keep up. It’s… not mine"

There was a heaviness in his voice that she recognized all too well. Loss. Guilt. A desperate need to honor the dead in a way that only the living could.

"Does anyone know you have this?" He hesitated for a second and looked away, the insinuation was clear. No.

"I can only teach you what I know, which isn't all" He nodded and accepted what she could give.

She inhaled deeply, her mind already racing with the lessons she'd been taught as a child. "Sit down," she instructed, motioning toward a cushion. When he hesitated, she gave him a pointed look. "You came to me for help, so let me help."

Kakashi complied, lowering himself with a stiffness that came from too many missions and too little rest. She sat across from him, her dark eyes locking onto his mismatched gaze.

"The Sharingan..." she began carefully. "It requires more than just physical energy—it takes something deeper. Something you need to learn to balance." Her tone softened. "I can teach you, but it won't be easy."

"I didn't expect it to be," he replied quietly.

For a moment, neither spoke. The weight of their respective losses filled the room like an unspoken truth, pressing against them both. Finally, Y/N broke the silence.

"Why now?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Why come to me after everything? You could've gone to the elders when they were still alive"

Kakashi's gaze flickered, the Sharingan fading as he let his headband fall back into place. "Because I thought I could handle it on my own," he admitted. "Besides, you understand where this came from."

Her heart twisted at his words. She knew exactly what he meant, and she hated how true it was. They were both haunted by the past, bound by love and loss in ways no one else could comprehend.

She reached out, placing a hand lightly on his. "We'll figure it out together," she said firmly.

For the first time that evening, a faint smile touched Kakashi's lips, hidden though it was behind his mask. "Thank you," he said simply.

As the fire outside burned low and the night deepened, the two found a strange solace in each other’s presence. Neither dared to say it aloud, but for the first time in a long while, neither felt entirely alone.

Years Later

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the dirt path as Kakashi and his newly assigned Team 7 made their way back to the village after a routine patrol. Naruto was complaining loudly about the lack of excitement, Sakura was scolding him, and Sasuke trailed behind, his expression as unreadable as ever. Kakashi, walking ahead, tuned out the bickering and kept an eye on their surroundings—until he saw a familiar silhouette approaching in the distance.

Y/N Uchiha.

She was returning from a mission, her travel-worn cloak dusted with dirt and her weapons pouch slightly askew. Despite the weariness in her step, her gaze was sharp, and the faintest smirk tugged at her lips when she spotted the group.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" she teased as she stopped in front of them, her eyes immediately seeking out Sasuke. "You’ve got yourself a squad now, huh?"

"Y/N," Sasuke greeted with his usual detached tone, though there was a flicker of warmth in his eyes.

"Wait, you know her?" Naruto asked, pointing at her dramatically. "Who is she?"

Sakura, more composed, bowed slightly. "It’s nice to meet you. I’m Sakura Haruno."

Y/N’s gaze softened as she regarded them, then flicked over to Kakashi, who stood silently watching her with his usual aloof demeanor. She grinned, mischief sparking in her eyes. "I’m Y/N Uchiha, Sasuke’s... clan mat and," —she nodded toward Kakashi—"I’m the reason they call him the Copy Ninja."

Naruto’s jaw dropped. "What? No way! You mean you taught him how to do that crazy stuff?"

Kakashi sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Don’t give her too much credit."

"Oh, please," Y/N shot back, her grin widening. "If it weren’t for me, you’d still be trying to figure out which end of a kunai to hold." Y/N shrugged, a playful glint in her eyes. "He was hopeless on his own. Let’s just say he’s lucky I took pity on him."

"Now you’re exaggerating," Kakashi interjected, though his tone was more resigned than annoyed.

"You’re just mad because it’s true," Y/N teased, crossing her arms and tilting her head at him. "Anyway, I’m guessing this is your new team? Good luck—you’ll need it, especially with this one." She nodded toward Sasuke, who just scoffed.

Sasuke cleared his throat, clearly ready for the conversation to end. "Are you heading back to the village?"

"Yeah," Y/N replied, her tone softening. "Mission's done, and I’ve got reports to file. I’ll see you at home later."

As she turned to leave, she paused and glanced over her shoulder at Kakashi. "You’ve got your hands full with these kids, but don’t slack off on them. They deserve the best, Copy Ninja."

Kakashi raised a hand in lazy acknowledgment, though a faint smile tugged at the corner of his masked mouth.

"She’s awesome!" Naruto declared as they continued walking. "I didn’t know you had someone like her in your clan, Sasuke!"

"She’s annoying," Sasuke muttered, though his tone lacked any real bite.

Kakashi, watching the interplay, found himself smiling faintly under his mask. Y/N had a way of livening up the quiet moments, her banter leaving an impression long after she was gone. Though her words had been playful, the truth in them lingered. She had been his guide through a part of his life he wouldn’t have navigated alone, and for that, he would always be quietly grateful.

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otakubimbo · 5 months ago

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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

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 · 10 months ago

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Because…

Part iii

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

Eesome

(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 · 5 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 · 7 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.

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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.

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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 · 2 years 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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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]

#chapter update #kakashi x oc #kakashi slow burn #kakashi/oc #uzumaki oc #naruto fanfiction #shuniku uzumaki #deeper than ink

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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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arabella0001 · 11 days ago

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the one beyond his revenge - sasuke x reader fanfiction

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on tumblr i usually post smuts and smaus, but if you want to read my fanfic, i will appreciate greatly!

description: He's always been focused on one thing: revenge. But when she enters his life-an anxious yet unyielding force-he finds himself questioning the path he's chosen.

warnings: slowburn, violence, fluff, angst, eventual smut

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todorokis-girl · 2 months ago

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Between Shadows and Light - Kakashi x Reader (Pt 3)

part 1 Part 2

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Y/N strolled back toward her house, the quiet streets of Konoha a welcome reprieve from the chatter of the market. She’d run into Kakashi earlier than expected, and as always, his presence had left her thoughts unsettled. He had a way of lingering, even when he wasn’t physically there.

When she reached her doorstep, she paused, her hand resting on the wooden frame. Inside, she could hear Sasuke moving around—probably sharpening his kunai or organizing his gear. He was meticulous like that, a trait he’d honed as he grew older.

She stepped inside and found him sitting at the small dining table, a book open in front of him. He barely glanced up as she entered, but she didn’t miss the faint tension in his shoulders.

"Back so soon?" he asked, his tone neutral.

"Errands didn’t take long," she replied, setting down her bag. She studied him for a moment. "Something on your mind?"

He shrugged, not meeting her gaze. "Training’s been... frustrating."

Y/N pulled out a chair and sat across from him. "Kakashi giving you a hard time?"

Sasuke finally looked up, his dark eyes narrowing. "He holds back. He treats me like I can’t handle anything serious."

Y/N’s lips twitched in a faint smile. "That’s because you're still traiming. The basics are an essential part of solid foundation."

Sasuke scowled, but she could see the flicker of acknowledgment in his expression.

"Give it time," she said softly. "Kakashi’s not one to rush things, but he sees potential in you. He wouldn’t waste his time otherwise."

The corner of Sasuke’s mouth twitched, almost forming a smile, but he caught himself and looked away. "Whatever."

Y/N chuckled, standing up and ruffling his hair as she passed him. "Dinner will be ready soon. Don’t make that face for too long—it might stick."

Later that evening, after Sasuke had gone to bed, Y/N stepped out into the backyard. The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silver glow over the small garden. She wrapped her arms around herself, leaning against the wooden railing of the porch as her thoughts drifted.

She didn’t hear him approach at first.

"You’re quieter than usual," Kakashi said from behind her, his voice low but unmistakable.

She turned her head slightly, unsurprised to see him leaning casually against the side of the house, his arms crossed. "What are you doing here?"

He shrugged, pushing off the wall and walking toward her. "Couldn’t sleep. Figured you might be awake."

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "And why would you assume that?"

He gave her a look that made her stomach twist in an infuriatingly familiar way. "You've always had a terrible sleep schedule"

She exhaled sharply, turning back to the garden. "I didn’t realize I was that predictable. Besides, it's the only time in the day I get to myself, Sasuke has always been an early to bed sort of kid"

Kakashi stepped closer, his presence warm despite the cool night air. "It’s not a bad thing. Just means I pay attention."

Y/N’s heart gave an involuntary lurch, but she kept her voice steady. "What do you want, Kakashi?"

There was a pause, and when he spoke again, his tone was softer. "Maybe I just wanted to see you."

She turned to face him, her arms still crossed defensively. "You know you make things harder whenever you say things like that"

"I know," he said simply "But you can handle it". His gaze, visible through the mask and his one uncovered eye, held hers steadily.

For a moment, the space between them felt impossibly small. She was acutely aware of the way he was standing, the way his voice had dropped just enough to make her pulse quicken.

"Kakashi—"

Her words were cut off when he stepped closer, his hand reaching out as if to touch her cheek but stopping short.

Neither of them moved.

Her breath caught in her throat, and she could feel the tension like a live wire between them. He leaned in, just slightly, his gaze flicking to her lips.

"Y/N—"

The sound of the sliding door slamming open shattered the moment.

"Y/N, where’s—"

Sasuke’s voice broke through, and the two of them sprang apart like they’d been caught doing something forbidden.

Y/N turned toward Sasuke, her heart hammering in her chest. "What is it?" she asked, her voice higher than she intended.

Sasuke frowned, his gaze flicking between them suspiciously. "I forgot to ask if we have more shuriken. I’m low."

"In the weapons chest," she replied quickly, avoiding his gaze.

Sasuke lingered for a moment, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly before he turned and disappeared back into the house.

As soon as he was gone, Y/N let out a shaky breath.

Kakashi rubbed the back of his neck, his posture as nonchalant as ever. "Well, that was... unfortunate timing."

She glared at him, though her cheeks were still flushed. "You should go."

"Are we going to talk about—"

"No," she said firmly, cutting him off.

His visible eye crinkled slightly, though she couldn’t tell if it was in amusement or something else. "Fair enough. Goodnight, Y/N."

She didn’t respond as he turned and disappeared into the shadows, leaving her alone with her racing thoughts and the unmistakable feeling that something between them had just shifted.

The days that followed were a blur of normalcy, yet the air between Y/N and Kakashi felt undeniably different. She avoided him as much as her responsibilities allowed, throwing herself into training with Sasuke, mission briefings, and mundane village errands. Despite her efforts, the memory of that almost-kiss lingered, replaying at the most inconvenient moments—when she was alone in her room, when Kakashi passed her in the market, or when Sasuke mentioned his name offhandedly.

Sasuke, sharp as ever, didn’t miss her newfound tension.

"You’ve been distracted," he remarked one afternoon during training.

Y/N turned to him, kunai in hand, forcing a smile. "Have I?"

He raised an eyebrow. "You keep pausing like you’re somewhere else."

She let out a quiet sigh and crossed her arms, trying to appear nonchalant. "I’ve just had a lot on my mind."

Sasuke’s expression didn’t change. "Does it have to do with Kakashi?"

Her breath hitched, but she recovered quickly. "Why would you say that?"

"You’re avoiding him." Sasuke’s tone was matter-of-fact, but his eyes held an edge of suspicion. "It’s obvious."

Y/N hesitated, weighing her response carefully. "Kakashi and I have worked together for a long time. Sometimes… things get complicated."

"Complicated how?"

"It’s nothing you need to worry about," she said, her voice gentle but firm. "Focus on your training."

Sasuke didn’t push further, but the doubt in his eyes lingered.

That evening, after Sasuke had gone to bed, Y/N found herself restless. The house was silent except for the faint chirping of crickets outside. She sat on the porch, her knees pulled to her chest, staring at the stars as if they held the answers she couldn’t find.

"You’ve been avoiding me."

The voice startled her, but she didn’t turn around. She knew who it was. To be honest, he was the only person to ever step foot into the Uchiha compound besides herself and Sasuke.

"You have a habit of sneaking up on people," she said, her tone dry.

Kakashi stepped into view, his hands in his pockets, his ever-present mask obscuring his face. "Only when they’re trying to avoid me."

She let out a small sigh, looking away. "What, Kakashi?"

He sat down beside her, leaving a respectful distance between them. For a moment, he didn’t say anything, his gaze fixed on the horizon.

"About the other night…" he began, his voice quieter than usual.

"There’s nothing to talk about," she interrupted quickly, hugging her knees tighter.

"You don’t think so?"

She glanced at him, her eyes narrowing. "Kakashi—"

"You felt it too," he said simply, his tone steady but laced with something she couldn’t quite place. "Didn’t you?"

Her chest tightened, but she forced herself to remain calm. "It doesn’t matter."

"It does. We've been feeling like this for years Y/N; why do you keep running away?"

She turned to face him fully, frustration bubbling to the surface. "Do you think this is easy for me? I can’t—" She stopped herself, taking a deep breath. "Sasuke’s my priority. Everything else comes second. Including… whatever this is."

Kakashi studied her, his visible eye softening. "I understand," he said after a long pause. "But you don't have to be alone to take care of Sasuke"

"I’ve been alone for years," she replied quietly. "It’s easier that way."

He reached out, hesitating for a moment before his hand rested lightly on her arm. "You’re not alone, Y/N. No matter how much you may think you are; you've never been"

The weight of his words settled between them, heavy and unspoken. She looked down at his hand, then back up at him, her resolve wavering.

Before either of them could say another word, the sound of a door sliding open broke the moment.

"Y/N?"

Sasuke’s voice was groggy, but it cut through the tension like a knife.

Kakashi immediately pulled his hand back, his demeanor shifting to something more neutral. Y/N turned to Sasuke, her voice steady despite her racing heart. "What’s wrong?"

"Can’t sleep," he mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

"Go lie down," she said gently. "I’ll be in soon."

Sasuke nodded, glancing briefly at Kakashi before retreating back inside.

Y/N stood, brushing off her clothes. "You should go," she said, not meeting Kakashi’s gaze.

He hesitated, but eventually rose to his feet. "Goodnight, Y/N."

She didn’t respond as he walked away, disappearing into the night. Once he was gone, she let out a shaky breath, her emotions a tangled mess.

No matter how hard she tried, the walls she’d built around herself were beginning to crack. And Kakashi, whether he realized it or not, was becoming impossible to ignore.

After she helped Sasuke settle back to bed she found herself sitting on the grass of her backyard again. As late as it was, the quiet helped to dig through her memories. The house was silent except for the faint chirping of crickets outside. Her knees pulled to her chest, staring at the stars as if they held the answers she couldn’t find. And yet, her thoughts drifted back to Kakashi.

Her mind wandered to the beginning, to the time he had first come to her seeking help with the Sharingan. He had been hesitant, awkward even, in the way he asked. At the time, Y/N had been drowning in her grief, struggling to make sense of her place in the village after the massacre. Teaching Kakashi had given her purpose, a way to channel her pain into something meaningful.

She remembered the early days of his training vividly—the quiet mornings in the clearing outside the village, where they practiced until the sun dipped below the horizon. Kakashi had been a quick study, but the strain of using the Sharingan without an Uchiha’s natural chakra reserves had worn him down fast. Still, he never complained, and Y/N admired his determination even when she refused to say it aloud.

There were moments, though, when she’d catch him looking at her—moments when his mask slipped, not physically, but emotionally. His gaze lingered a second too long, and sometimes, when their hands accidentally brushed during a sparring session, he would pull back just a fraction too quickly, as if burned. She had written it off as nothing, attributing it to his aloof nature and her overactive imagination.

But others had noticed. Even before the massacre, even before they became close. She could still hear the teasing whispers from years ago, back when their sessions together were a common sight. “Do you think Y/N was meant for Kakashi, not Itachi?” someone had said once. She’d laughed it off, her heart too preoccupied with thoughts of Itachi to even consider the idea.

Kakashi, for his part, had never addressed the rumors. He was always quiet, always respectful, but there had been times when he would glance at her in a way that made her stomach flutter. At the time, she hadn’t known what it meant—or maybe she had been too afraid to know.

One memory stood out in sharp relief. It had been late in the evening, the sky streaked with purples and reds, and they were packing up their training equipment. She’d turned to him, a casual remark on her lips, and caught him staring. His eye had softened in a way she hadn’t seen before, a faint blush coloring the tips of his ears.

“What is it?” she’d asked, her voice teasing. “Do I have something on my face?”

He’d looked away quickly, rubbing the back of his neck. “No. Nothing.”

She’d laughed, brushing it off, but the moment had lingered in her mind for days after.

She remembered the day he had stood beside her at the riverbank, their sandals sinking into the wet sand as the water rushed past their ankles. They’d been just teenagers then, still figuring out who they were meant to be in a village that demanded so much from them. The massacre was a mere years behind her, still filling her every thought, even as she refused to grieve. She had been staring at the horizon, lost in thought, when he handed her a small paper crane he’d folded.

“Why the crane?” she’d asked, turning it over in her hands.

“It’s supposed to bring peace,” he’d replied, his voice quiet but steady. “Thought you could use some.”

At the time, she had simply smiled softly tucked the crane into her pouch, grateful, but never giving the gesture much thought. But now, years later, she could still feel the weight of that small offering, the way his gaze had lingered on her as though he’d wanted to say more but hadn’t known how.

Now, sitting on the porch, she felt a pang of regret. How many of those moments had she ignored? How many times had she chosen to look away because she was too focused on Itachi, too afraid of what moving on might mean? But then again, he was focused on Rin. She wasn't the only one ignoring it... but at the end of it all, she continued to reject it even when he finally set his full focus on her.

Y/N sighed, resting her chin on her knees. She had spent so much of her life running—from her feelings, from her pain, from the possibility of happiness. But Kakashi… Kakashi had been there through it all, quiet and steady, waiting for her to see what had been in front of her all along.

“Why are we like this?” she muttered to herself, the question a quiet plea to the universe. “Why can’t we just… be honest?”

And now? Now she wasn’t sure what to do with the knowledge. Part of her wanted to run to him, to tell him everything, to see where this road might lead. But another part of her, the part that still clung to the past, whispered doubts into her ear. What if it’s too late? What if you’re too broken to give him what he deserves?

Why hadn’t she seen it? Was it because of Itachi, because she had been so consumed by her feelings for him? Or was it because she had been afraid, afraid of what it would mean to let someone like Kakashi in?

She sighed, her breath shaky. “How could I have been so blind?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

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issybee06 · 4 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.

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