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Sharin-games (Part II) [MadaKaka]

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not sure if I should be posting the whole chapters here anymore if they’re also over there. Opinions?

SUMMARY: Tatsumi talks a lot. Everyone else listens and nods along, until they start yelling. You will graduate with a degree in Uchiha Eye Bullshit by the end of this. Certificates will be delivered by Kamui, but only if we can figure out how to transverse universes.

AN: Here is the second part of Chapter 3! It starts immediately after the previous chapter ends, so you might want to read that again to brush up on what’s going on. This one is +8k words, so buckle up! Every time I’ve gone back to edit it, another 300-500 words got added on. So I’m just gonna stop and post this baby already. Hopefully there aren’t too many mistakes! Point them out and I’ll do my best to fix them. (I need a masterpost for this now, don’t I?)

When Tatsumi turned her attention back to Kakashi, she was cold and clinical. The playful woman from before was washed away, and in her place was the level stare of an icy queen looking down on her servants. It was a look most Uchiha wore constantly, albeit unintentionally; derision and superiority swirled into a face both gracefully beautiful and stomach churningly hideous. Whatever comfort Kakashi had felt upon first meeting her—that part of him that compared her to Obito, thought she might even be a close ancestor of his—vanished under that callous gaze. He wanted to leave—he needed to get out of there. This was not a woman he could trust, this was not a woman he would let near his—

“Relax, Kakashi,” Madara murmured, as wisps of his chakra slithered soothingly into Kakashi’s system. Madara’s thumbs gently stroked Kakashi’s shoulders in a pacifying gesture, unconsciously. “There is no one in this world Tatsumi loves more than her brother. She will not go back on her word.”

“They took his eyes, you know,” she offered with faux nonchalance, as her hand drew closer to Kakashi’s face. It was slow, reluctant, but the speed—or lack thereof, rather—made things all the more ominous. While Kakashi was not one to scare easily, the idea of letting her hands touch him—touch Obito’s gift—opened a fear Kakashi had not felt since Rin’s death. Still, he remained unaffected on the outside—as he had spent hours painstakingly training himself to do. “They killed him right in front of me. My twin—do you know what it’s like to have a twin, Senju?”

Kakashi did not reply, but it didn’t seem like Tatsumi was waiting for an answer.

“We had never been apart, not for long. We even unlocked our Sharingan on the same day. I thought it was hard watching my brother marry—start a new family without me. But nothing compared to that moment.” Her hand reached his face, finally, fingers resting gently—ominously—on his brow. Kakashi could not help but tense, but for some reason, having Madara at his back kept him in his place where he otherwise would have ran.

“There were too many of them. It was just the two of us, against thirty of them. Shinobi from Kaminari—those bastards are always after our eyes, them and the degenerates from Mizu.” Madara’s grip tightened on Kakashi’s shoulders, whether in sympathy or anger was anyone’s guess. Tatsumi’s fingers lit up with medical chakra, but Kakashi did not feel it enter his system. “Most of them targeted Tatsuki, thinking he would have the better eyes. Men are always like that, especially the thieves. Their chauvinism blinds them. But, it meant that they left me mostly alone. I managed to kill five of them, before Tatsuki went down. Stabbed in the back. Cowards!”

Tatsumi’s chakra entered Kakashi’s system with a jolt.

It was nothing like the calm and security he felt with Madara. While Madara’s chakra felt warm—like cozying up to the fire on a cold day—Tatsumi’s chakra scorched, fried along his nerves and left him on alert. It felt like static, but more controlled, slower—almost molten. While it didn’t hurt, it was decidedly uncomfortable. Was it a symptom of her mood, or just the feel of her chakra in general? Kakashi could not tell.

“When he fell, time seemed to freeze. I could only see the sword in his back. The sounds around me muted; I could no longer hear the clang of their katana against my kunai. I could no long hear the echoing bark of triumph the Kaminari-nin cried out. Of all the sounds that flooded the battlefield, I heard only the choking, garbled breath of my twin, as his lungs filled with blood.” Tatsumi’s chakra seeped into his system, much slower than Madara’s had. Was it her hesitance, or a necessity? Again, Kakashi could not tell. But he knew the feeling she spoke of. Had felt it himself, had dreamt about it every night.

“Colour faded, until all that was left—”

“—was red,” Kakashi finished. Tatsumi’s eyes widened. Kakashi continued.

“There was a pulse, as if the world echoed your heartbeat—”

“—and a moment of disbelief,” Madara murmured, “as though it was all just a cruel nightmare.”

“And then, the pain,” Tatsumi whispered, eyes scrunching shut, remembering the break in her heart as the other part of her soul was ripped away from her.

“The pain…” Kakashi and Madara echoed unintentionally. Each stilled, the memory of gaining their Mangekyou flashing in their minds. Kakashi felt Rin’s scorched blood on his hand, the terror in his heart amplified to unheard of proportions. Madara saw his father fall—disbelief at seeing a man so powerful, so great succumb to the carnage of battle—as he and Izuna raced to save him, even though all was already lost.

The trio sat in silence, lost in their own hell. Tatsumi lowered her head, her goggles sliding down her forehead to once again rest on her nose. To distract herself, she fiddled with the lenses, adjusting them so she could see into Obito’s eye.

“I was frozen,” she continued, as if the words would give her strength, “and I would have died—should have died. But they could not touch me; that was the power of my Mangekyou. A few had taken Tatsuki away, while the rest stayed to finish me off. I don’t know how long I stood there, but the next thing I felt was burning pain.”

“Susanoo,” Madara whispered, one of his hands leaving Kakashi’s shoulders to rest on Tatsumi’s head. He stroked her hair soothingly, once, twice, before tucking an errant strand behind her ear, his palm resting against her left cheek. Though her right hand remained on Kakashi’s face, the other rose to close lightly around Madara’s wrist. Her chakra continued to flood Kakashi’s system, slowly seeping deeper into his brain than Madara had. Kakashi could feel it oozing along foreign pathways—even towards his neck—felt it prodding at things he didn’t know existed.

“I don’t remember killing them. Just spectral, skeletal hands around me, crushing them. Some tried to flee, but of course I could not let them get away. Not when it was their fault Tatsuki was dead.” The foreign chakra in Kakashi seemed to quiver, not unlike a livewire. Still, it did not jump from where it was supposed to be.

“When I awoke from the daze, I was surrounded by dead bodies, but Tatsuki wasn’t there. So I followed the footsteps, the blood.” She barked a sharp laugh. It was cold, and warbled almost unnoticeably at the end. “Fools,” she scoffed, in a tone Kakashi had heard Madara use time and time again. A cruel smile lit her face, and Kakashi, in passing, thought that he was glad her eyes were covered. It was not a look he wanted fully engraved in his brain.

“They thought that their comrades could handle me. Perhaps they thought to gain four eyes that day, instead of two. So they did not cover their tracks—didn’t even move that far. I saw one of them bowed over Tatsuki’s body, a glass jar filled with fluid in one hand, an eye in the other. The other two stood by—one was disgusted by the sight, the other, entranced. Before I knew what was happening, they were consumed by black flames.” Her hand moved from Madara’s wrist to fiddle with the lenses once more, before returning to its previous position.

“I can still hear them screaming”—from behind the lenses, Kakashi saw a flash of red—“and I revel in it.”

Kakashi gulped unconsciously.

“That is what we do to eye thieves,” she finished, her chakra in his system feeling all the more heavy.

“But he is no thief, imouto,” Madara spoke softly, his thumb brushing so, so gently against her cheek. “Though hard to believe, he was gifted the eye, after sacrificing one of his own to save an Uchiha. When that Uchiha unfortunately died, he passed on the eye in thanks—”

“It is not allowed!” she snarled, head titling up to glare at her clan head, her fingers on Madara’s wrist clenching to stop their trembling. Kakashi watched a tear slide down her cheek from behind her goggles.

“It is forbidden,” Madara conceded, still speaking in that soft voice Kakashi had never heard before today, his thumb erasing the evidence of her sorrow, “but it is a fitting repayment to a life debt, is it not?”

“But for an Uchiha to gift one of our eyes to a Senju—”

“I wasn’t a Senju, then,” Kakashi offered, feeling, for Obito’s sake, that this woman needed to know. Her eyes shot back to him like a slingshot, scrutinizing his expression for any hint of dishonesty. “I was born to a different clan—now extinct except for me—and adopted into the Senju for my own safety. They rightfully believed that if an Uchiha were to find out about the Sharingan, I would be killed. They took me under their protection. Your clan-mate did not betray you.”

The information seemed to placate Tatsumi, somewhat. Though on the outside, her demeanor would have seemed unchanged, the Sharingan picked up on the slight softening of her mouth, saw the tendons of her neck untense, her shoulders fold slightly inward in relaxation. Her chakra inside of him seemed lighter, as if it wasn’t pressing against his nerves. It was still uncomfortable, but the pressure he didn’t quite notice building up in his head suddenly vanished, present only in an abrupt rush of relief.

“How long ago was the transplant?” Tatsumi’s voice didn’t hold the warmth it had when the pair had first arrived, but it was no longer the cold, angry tone from before.

“About ten years ago.”

Tatsumi was surprised. “You were young, then.”

Kakashi shrugged. “We both were.”

“Too young to know any better?”

Kakashi’s response was a self-depreciating smile behind his mask. While others might have missed it, the Sharingan picked up the twist of his lips under the thin, stretchy fabric.

“Do you feel any pain?” she asked, letting go of Madara’s wrist to grab the penlight she had previously returned to her smock. There was a click, and then Kakashi was temporarily blinded as Obito’s eye became illuminated.

“Not right now,” Kakashi hedged, causing Tatsumi to sigh.

“Don’t tell me he’s as bullheaded as you, nii-chan,” she huffed, shooting Madara a playful glare from behind her spectacles. Madara smirked, shrugging one of his shoulders with faux nonchalance.

“I’d say I’m more of a goat,” Madara teased, causing his cousin to snort out a laugh. Her answering smirk, however, was a cause for concern. Raising her spectacles back onto her forehead—as not to miss even a second of his reaction—Tatsumi struck.

“I see…so you’re admitting you’re horny?”

Madara’s face flushed red, from his chest to the roots of his hair and even the tips of his ears. The hand on Kakashi’s shoulder tightened, while the one that had been on Tatsumi’s cheek balled into a fist and bopped her on the shoulder in a light reprimand. Tatsumi started laughing raucously, tears streaming down her cheeks, though her chakra remained steady inside of Kakashi’s head. He would have loved to turn around and see the expression on Madara’s face, but could not move so long as her chakra remained.

“You—Tatsumi—I—” Madara sputtered—yes, sputtered—as he searched for a retort. It only seemed to make Tatsumi laugh harder. When Kakashi began to chuckle lowly, Madara felt a lightning bolt zing down his spine. So Madara did what he always did when he got uncomfortable; he began to yell. “You’ve been spending too much time with those Inuzuka!”

Tatsumi only laughed louder.

“I told you to stop associating with those ruffians!” Madara scolded, trying to tame his blush and regain control over the situation. He was only making things worse. “They’re a bad influence, teaching you such language!”

Tatsumi only laughed harder.

“Maa… I like the Inuzuka,” Kakashi defended. “And besides, anything that can make a pretty lady laugh like that is worthwhile.” His words were meant as empty flattery, but they made jealousy coil in Madara’s stomach. He became eerily silent, and soon, Tatsumi’s laughter faded.

“Nii-chan, don’t be like that!” Tatsumi whined, a smirk on her face as she dried her eyes with the back of her free hand, “you know I’ve been asked to help train their vets. I can’t not spend time with them. And your Senju is right; they’re great company.”

It was Kakashi’s turn to blush, at being openly referred to as Madara’s. It was strange; he didn’t know why it made his pulse skip, or his palms sweat. Madara, on the other hand, seemed to settle down at the concession.

Tatsumi’s penlight was back in hand, and she was on topic once more. “Alright, Senju—”

“Kakashi,” the man himself interjected.

“Okay then, Kakashi. Do you feel pain when using this Sharingan?” she asked, pulling her spectacles back down and fiddling with the lenses, the penlight returning to his eye. Kakashi did not miss her change of phrase; with Madara it had been ‘your Sharingan,’ but with Kakashi it was ‘this Sharingan.’ But despite the different wording, the atmosphere had returned to the lighthearted one from before. It seemed that Tatsumi was easily distracted once the air was cleared.

“It does hurt when I use it,” Kakashi offered.

“And…?” Tatsumi pressed, a wry smile on her lips. Dragging out answers from stubborn patients was old hat for her.

“…And the longer I use it, the longer it hurts.” His mediocre answer just got him another stare down. He sighed once more. “It will throb even after I stop utilising it.”

“For how long do the effects last?”

“Depends. Hours to days, sometimes it doesn’t stop hurting for weeks.”

“And let me guess, you get blurred vision, see spots, and occasional bleeding from ruptured blood vessels?” she listed, fiddling with the spectacles’ lenses again. “And don’t think of lying to me—I can see the effects on this Sharingan.”

Kakashi sighed. “Why even ask the question if you know the answer?”

When she continued to give him a Look from behind her goggles, he sighed again.

“Yes, sometimes, not often,” he answered—in order—reluctantly. It didn’t feel safe revealing his weaknesses to someone he had only just met—and had wanted to kill him only moments before.

Tatsumi nodded to herself, pulling a contraption from the chair’s handle into view. It was an eye speculum—a two-pronged device used to hold the eye open—and she made quick work of attaching it to Kakashi’s top and bottom eyelids. He hadn’t felt so exposed in a long time. Had it not been for Madara standing at his back, Kakashi would certainly have been panicking by now. Instead, he was just wary, watching closely—well, as closely as he could—though still confident that Madara would intervene with any foul play.

“This Sharingan has not been getting the required chakra. However, it seems suddenly flooded. I can see the atrophied charka capillaries adapting to the new influx of energy.”

“I adjusted the central retinal chakra artery and vein just before coming here,” Madara interjected, causing Tatsumi to nod thoughtfully.

“That would help. The surgeon was obviously not an Uchiha, or else the chakra pathways would have been handled better. There are a few other chakra arterioles and venules that need adjusting, but that’s fairly simple,” she nudged those into their proper places with her chakra as she spoke. Once more, Kakashi felt tingling in and around the Sharingan as the chakra flow flooded the area. She continued, “The physical surgery itself, however, is almost flawless.”

“Almost?” Kakashi wondered, feeling a pang at remembering just who it was who implanted Obito’s eye.

“Yes. Was it a field operation? There are small pieces of debris stuck in your eye. Small rocks, or dust, I’d wager. Why haven’t you had anyone look at this?” her sentence ended sharply, the voice all medics adopted when their patients weren’t taking proper care of themselves. Both men were more than familiar with the tone.

Kakashi ignored the slight rebuke. “Is it infected?”

Tatsumi rolled her eyes at his avoidance. No wonder Madara liked him—her cousin became obsessed with people who didn’t give him what he wanted, when he wanted it. “No, the Sharingan’s chakra is… cushioning the debris, creating a protective barrier around them. And they’re quite small, almost unnoticeable. But they’re causing a strain on the eye nonetheless. I can extract them now, but it will be painful.”

“Do it,” Madara instructed, eager to find a solution.

“Kakashi?” Tatsumi asked, ignoring her cousin.

“Is that the only problem you see?” Kakashi wondered, wanting to get all the information before he made a decision either way.

“No, there is still more to investigate. But you really need to get the debris out of this eye as soon as possible.” She explained, preparing herself for the minor operation even though Kakashi had not acquiesced yet. “While any Sharingan user can strain their eyes from overuse, when your chakra level lowers, the debris lose part of their cushion, cutting at the eye. I can see areas of thickened scar tissue where the debris lay, in addition to the typical buildup from general use. Through repeated therapy, we can eliminate the scar tissue, which will also improve functioning of the eye. You would have to come biweekly for that, at least at first.

“Then there is also the issue of your misplaced and missing tenketsu, and from my precursory look, I can see that not all the chakra pathways associated with activating one’s Sharingan have developed deeper in your brain—your hindbrain, specifically. Seeing as you yourself didn’t activate this Sharingan, your brain did not gain the pathways an Uchiha would have developed. I can tell that you received this eye when it had only two tomoe, and that you developed a third and also the Mangekyou, by the charka pathways this Sharingan has gifted you. But the ones that come with the initial activation, and the first and second tomoe, are not present. We’ll need to build them manually, by splitting your existing pathways and connecting them to the proper locations.”

When Kakashi remained silent, Tatsumi sighed, getting ready to work. “I want to start the procedure now. It’s simple, and while it will hurt as the debris move through and around this eye and your eye socket, there is a very rare chance of complications. Once I finish this, we can see about the more complex issues.”

Kakashi wanted to ask for reassurance, for promises that Obito’s eye would not be harmed. But he could tell that questioning Tatsumi’s oath would only make her mad, and he wanted to keep this warmer atmosphere over the tense one from before. When he bade his acquiescence, she got to work.

Tatsumi’s chakra slithered back from deep within his brain towards the back of Obito’s eye. It encapsulated one piece of debris, before slowly pulling. She was not lying when she said it would hurt. He could feel it carving through his eye, felt the strain on the Sharingan’s center pupil as it was held open so the debris could be safely pulled out. After the first piece was removed from the eye, Tatsumi directed it over to a kidney dish attached to the chair’s left arm. It fell into the metal dish with an almost silent ping—only audible due to his enhanced hearing—adding credence to her explanation.

Tatsumi repeated the process several times; through it all, Kakashi didn’t once flinch. Other pieces of debris were pulled out from under his eyelids, seeing as they were not in the eye, but around it. Those somehow hurt more. This was because they were pulled from deeper in his skull, and/or they brushed across the delicate nerves surrounding the eye.

After about forty minutes of constant work, Tatsumi pulled away, cutting off her chakra and wiping the sweat from her forehead. There was a small, but visible, pile of dirt in the kidney dish. She had removed twenty-six pieces from various parts of the eye and the area surrounding it. Kakashi’s Sharingan was sore—tender, even—and he could feel a headache coming on. Having the Sharingan open for so long, especially when his chakra reserves weren’t fully recovered, was taxing.

Tatsumi detached the eye speculum, removed her goggles, and then went into the next room. She returned with a small cold pack wrapped in gauze, and sat down once more. Lightly brushing Kakashi’s hair from his forehead, Tatsumi applied the cold pack to the area just below his brow, but not directly on top of his eye.

“You can’t deactivate it, can you?” Tatsumi stated more than asked, brushing her thumb gently over his scarred lid so the eye would close. Kakashi complied without complaint. Though she had an idea as to what his answer would be, she had to ask anyways.

“No,” he affirmed. “Keeping the eye closed helps, but it is constantly using my chakra.”

“Can you help with that?” Madara probed, eager to know. When he thought of bringing Kakashi to his cousin, that was his aim. However, as it always seemed to happen when he visited Tatsumi, he got a little more than he bargained for.

“Iiiiiiiiiiiiiit’s,” she drew out the vowel, knowing her answer wasn’t what Madara wanted to hear. The man was always so impatient. “It’s possible. Probably. Maybe. Maybe probably. But not an immediate priority.”

Madara scowled. “I’m telling you to make it a priority.”

Tatsumi gave him her signature Look™. Kakashi wondered idly why her face wasn’t stuck like that yet, she used it so often. “Other issues take precedence. And besides, it won’t be possible for him to turn off the eye until the correct chakra pathways are in place. Fixing the damage to the eye is my first priority, and then we can work on turning it off and on.”

Madara continued to scowl despite her explanation.

“There is no point to a switch if the proper wiring isn’t in place, Madara. And besides, I can’t construct tenketsu out of nothing. Plus, moving his existing tenketsu into more efficient places won’t help, not without access to the lines which control the chakra input. In fact, doing so would just run the risk of cutting off chakra flow to other vital places, resulting in necrosis, or even gangrene, which would in turn necessitate amputation. It’s much more important to send chakra to essential areas, to begin reversing some of the atrophy that’s already occurred.

“Once we’ve”—she raised her hand to list off with her fingers—“gotten rid of the scar tissue, improved chakra flow to the area, and reversed the atrophy, his pain will be drastically decreased, and his usage of the eye more efficient overall. Then we can worry about him being able to control turning it off and on.”

When Madara still didn’t show signs of backing down, Tatsumi exhaled a long—long—suffering sigh, and let her face fall into her open palm. Her hand slid down her face, revealing an expression filled with condescension which she leveled on her stubborn cousin.

“Okay Madara, we’ll just rush into things and start the surgery now,” she started, sarcasm and false cheer dripping from her tone. She turned to Kakashi, and he immediately wished she would look back at Madara. “It’s not safe, especially since your eye needs at least a day to recover from the stress I already put on it, but that’s what Madara wants. By the way, the splitting of chakra channels is a super dangerous procedure, like, top level delicate surgery, especially since it’s in your brain. The chances of you dying are about fifty-fifty on a good day, and right now, that number is raised to an eighty-four-percent risk of failure. That’s supposing the eye itself doesn’t just explode because it’s already under stress and not as structurally sound as a fully healthy eye. Which, by the way, would likely also kill you, or at the very least, cause some sort of irreparable brain damage. But hey! Madara over there wants me to get it done now, so I guess we’ll just ignore the risks and barrel on with the surgery, alright?”

“Tatsumi—” Madara tried to interject exasperatedly, but Tatsumi was on a roll. Kakashi surreptitiously sighed in relief, now that her attention was off him. She could be a scary lady—it must have been another Uchiha thing.

“Oh no, Madara, don’t interrupt me now, I’m still not done! I haven’t been able to sleep for the past week, and the one time I might have been able to catch a few hours, you oh so kindly burst in, but I’m sure that won’t affect my ability to perform this super delicate and complex surgery. I mean, he’s just a Senju, right? Hell, he’s adopted. No one will care! Let’s just kill the bloody Senju you brought me, after making me swear on Tatsuki’s soul that I would do him no harm. Okay? Let’s just go ahead and do it because—”

“Tatsumi!”

“—the great, and powerful, Uchiha Madara, head of the illustrious Uchiha Clan—which apparently has given birth to only one genius, the aforementioned Uchiha Madara—doesn’t want to listen to the Clan’s youngest and brightest Sharingan specialist and Ophthalmologist because hey, apparently ‘Dara-sama over there is actually an ophthalmologist now, just because he knows enough anatomy to tinker around with the Clan’s doujutsu after that same ophthalmologist gave him a few lessons! He’s aaaaalllll of a sudden surpassed her expertise, aaaaaalllll because he wa—”

“TATSUMI! That is enough!” Madara’s face was red, his hands unintentionally clenching into Kakashi’s shoulders.

“Oh, I’m sorry, ‘Dara-niichan~” Tatsumi's smile dripped acid.

“Don’t call me that!”

“—were you saying something? I couldn’t hear you over the sound of your own hubris.”

Madara glared as steam rose from his ears.

Now, Madara’s glare was a thing of legends. In fact, even his ‘friendly’ look was renowned as terrifying. But Tatsumi was desensitized to the look (all one had to do was stand behind him when he was… relieving himself—or, trying to at least—and the intimidation factor would be forever lost). So it wasn’t surprising that she was just smiling sarcastically back, unflinching, and blinking innocently.

Kakashi would have been chuckling at the scene, if it weren’t for all the information he had gained from that… exchange.

“If the risk is that great,” Kakashi began, drawing the Uchiha duo’s attention, “I’m not going through with it.”

“Kakashi—” Madara started, only to be interrupted—between these two, his fearsome reputation was basically a joke.

“I appreciate what you’ve tried to do, and what you’ve done for me already, Madara, Tatsumi-sensei. But I’ve been getting along just fine as I am; I don’t need to be able to turn the Sharingan on and off, if the risk is my life, or damage to Ob—to the eye.” Kakashi made to get up, but Madara’s hands on his shoulders pushed him back down. Tatsumi cast him a strangely sympathetic smile.

“Kakashi, those were your odds were I to perform the surgery now. Meaning, right this second, without preparation, and without you and that eye in an optimal state. There are several procedures you would need done before we can even know with certainty if turning the eye on and off will work, let alone be worth the risk. This isn’t a surgery that’s been done before—not to my knowledge, at least. I will have to do a lot of research—and probably talk with the Nara to see if I can have access to their medical encyclopedia—before I know just how risky it will be,” Tatsumi explained. Madara made a mental note that he would need to speak with the Nara Clan Head on Tatsumi’s behalf. He would also need to come up with a better explanation than the truth of the matter. If others found out about this experimentation, the Uchiha would be at an even higher risk of being attacked for their doujutsu.

Tatsumi continued. “But the procedures I wanted to do first—mainly clearing up the scar tissue and working on the atrophied areas of this Sharingan—are very minor procedures that I do quite regularly for many Uchiha. Scarring occurs from overuse in general, and Madara’s been in here enough times before he and Izuna switched eyes to corroborate that.” Kakashi looked up towards Madara, who gave an assenting nod.

“It will take time, of course,” Tatsumi went on to explain, “because I’m going to be cutting off pieces of scar tissue and using iryou-ninjutsu to re-heal the abrasions—and that’s not something you want to do all in one day. After a few weeks of that, we’ll work on teaching you how to channel your chakra into those newly accessible areas of the eye, if you don’t show signs of instinctively picking up on them. Either way, I want to give you some chakra manipulation exercises, which Madara can continue to help you with. You’ll have to come in biweekly for me to check on the Sharingan and make sure you’re not causing more damage to the eye, but there is very little risk to your life or the eye itself. By training the eye with these exercises, you will lower the risk of damaging the Sharingan when using it full-tilt in battle.”

Kakashi was silent for a moment as he absorbed the huge influx of information. When he was sure he understood the extent of what Tatsumi had outlined, he asked the most obvious question: “Then, where does the risk come in?”

Tatsumi sighed, brushing her hand through her hair with her free hand—the other still holding the icepack above Obito’s eye. Noticing this, Kakashi went to take the pack from her hand, but she brushed him away.

“Well,” Tatsumi began with a sigh, preparing herself for another long speech, “splitting chakra channels is always risky, as is any form of surgery—brain surgery even more so. However”—she smiled reassuringly, one finger in the air to punctuate her point—“it’s not a new procedure. It’s usually used for shinobi who have had their limbs mangled in some way, or those who have undergone chakra-related accidents in which the pathways fused and need to be re-divided. In rarer cases, typically due to birth defects—either mild, where a shinobi has trouble sending chakra to certain areas not immediately evident when beginning to learn chakra mastery, or in extreme cases, evident in the appearance of unnatural incidents of necrosis and gangrene in infants—there have been instances when the surgery was used to add chakra pathways to the typical locations.”

Kakashi was feeling really lucky that he was a genius at this point.

“In any of these cases,” she continued, lifting the icepack and putting it below Obito’s eye now, “the necessary tenketsu for the pathways are not created, but instead are moved. The Sharingan cannot see tenketsu, as you probably know from experience, but tenketsu can be detected when directly infusing charka to a patient. This would be the riskiest part of the procedure.” She paused to make sure Kakashi was following along. When he nodded, Tatsumi continued.

“Placement is key, especially since we’re dealing with the brain, and as such, each area currently getting chakra is very important as well. We would be mimicking the standard Uchiha tenketsu layout. But, in order to put the tenketsu into the proper place, I would have to use my own chakra to nudge your existing tenketsu into position, or even attempt to split them.

“I’m not sure which would be a safer option at this time,” Tatsumi confessed, a bit sheepish. “Typically, moving the tenketsu would be best. However, since we are dealing with the brain, I’d like to make sure that moving any of your existing tenketsu won’t cause a problem. If there could be any damage from removing any of your tenketsu from their current area of occupation, then I would have to split them. Since they’re essentially gated-channels, doing so is both complex and runs the risk of completely ruining the tenketsu. Losing the tenketsu would then result in either too much or too little charka being fed to that area, both of which hold their own dangers. As well, any spilt tenketsu would be half the size of the original tenketsu, which would mean you would have to be much more careful in channelling chakra to that area. So if I can avoid doing that, it would be much better for you. If not, while not ideal, I do think the benefits gained would outweigh the cost.

“There’s also the matter of your heritage to take into consideration. Due to the fact that you are not of Uchihan descent means that my knowledge of my clan’s physiology might not line up with your physiology one-hundred percent. If I could get access to your clan’s health records—if there were any kept—that would be a big help.”

Kakashi hummed thoughtfully. “I see. Then, what are the chances of successful surgery?”

Tatsumi sighed once more, resting her chin on her closed fist. “I can’t give you those numbers right now,” she admitted, scratching lightly at her chin. “I need to do some research, and plan out the procedure. I have performed chakra pathway splitting in the brain before—on Uchiha who have overused their Sharingan and caused the chakra pathways to fuse, and on those with birth defects. While not standard procedure, the risk involved is far less than an eye transplant—when the correct preparations are in place. Most important for me would be getting your Clan’s medical records. If they have any physiology charts, especially related to the eyes and the brain, those would be a big help.”

“Maa… I don’t think I could get those for you. But, I’m pretty sure we’re like any other clan without a kekkei genkai…” Kakashi admitted sheepishly, scratching at the back of his neck. While the Hatake Clan was around at this time, Kakashi couldn’t exactly walk up to them and ask for such records.

Madara, however, began planning how to extract the information from the existing Hatake Clan. He had found them located towards the coast of Fire, in the direction of the Lands of Lightning and Water. News from the area stated that they were planning on joining up with one of the Hidden Villages—likely Konoha, based on what Madara knew of Kakashi’s origins, although rumour had it that they were also considering Kumogakure. It would be easy to sneak in and steal the records during the move, or to demand access to them as part of their entry to the village. Scheme after scheme ran though his mind, proving why Madara was not a shinobi one wanted to trifle with.

Tatsumi was unpleased by that information. “Absolutely sure would be better.” She caught the look on Madara’s face, and knew what it meant; she would be getting those records, from whatever nook or cranny they tried to hide in, regardless of lock or safe or fortress. Nothing was safe from a Madara with a Plan. Tatsumi kept this information to herself, however. Let the hedgehog figure things out for himself. She suppressed a smile. “In that case, I’d like to perform a series of tests on you, before we even think about splitting your chakra pathways.”

Kakashi was wary, but he managed to stay as aloof as always; Gai would be crying tears of dismay at his Hip and Too Cool Attitude™ by now. That thought brought up a wave of melancholy that was promptly ignored. “What sort of tests?”

“And how long would they take?” Madara butted in, as impatient as always when demanding information. He could wait an ungodly amount of time for a trap to spring—well, as long as it was within his projected schedule. Otherwise he got antsy and impatient. Not counting the giddiness Madara hadn’t quite grown out of—probably never would, Tatsumi wagered—which overtook him at the penultimate moment before his plan was set to begin. Tatsumi almost wanted to increase the anticipation by keeping quiet, but she didn’t want to be subjected to an irate—err…more irate—Madara when she really just wanted to go to sleep already.

“Well, some of them I would be able to perform while working on healing this Sharingan,” Tatsumi explained. “I’d just be tracing your chakra pathways, monitoring chakra levels in different parts of your brain—all pretty standard stuff. It’s part of the yearly Uchiha physical. I don’t know what your clan does in terms of eye-care, but it’s very standard for us. The Hyuuga probably do something similar, I’m sure, considering they’re even more obsessed with their eyes than we are with ours.”

Kakashi rose a single brow at the derision. He should have known it was coming. Could any Uchiha go more than a couple of hours without claiming their superiority to the Hyuuga Clan? Kakashi did not yet know the answer, but he was suspecting it was in the negative.

“Hey, we’re not the ones with a crazy seal keeping our Sharingan from being stolen, and enslaving every member save the current Clan Head and his direct heirs!” Tatsumi defended, slamming her free fist onto her knee in emphasis, cheeks puffing up irately under her glare. It was too adorable to be considered scary, although her red, spinning Sharingan eyes made the top half of her expression fearsome; it was a polarizing contrast. ‘This woman is very expressive,’ Kakashi noted. He was once again struck with the idea that she and Hashirama would get along smashingly. They were similarly contradictory. “We love our brethren more than our eyes, and you’re damn right I’m proud of that!” Hashirama would be in joyful tears at this point. So would Gai, as a matter of fact. Kakashi suppressed that thought once more.

“Prissy barbarians,” Madara scoffed in agreement, nose up in the air.

Kakashi rose two eyebrows at that.

“Saa… ‘Dara-chan,” Kakashi began, innocently, looking up slightly with his heavy lidded eye, “I never thought I’d hear you calling someone else prissy…”

“HEY!” Madara yelled, leaning over Kakashi’s shoulder to glare at him. Tatsumi laughed.

“See? If even nii-chan can tell they’re prissy, then they must be absolutely prim, puritanical, persnickety prudes!”

Tatsumi was met with four (well, three-and-a-half) sky-high eyebrows over deadpan expressions.

“Oh, you two can just shut up!” she huffed, nose up in the air and head twisted to the side, not unlike the pose Madara had just been affecting. “Alliteration is a sign of intelligence, just as puns are the highest form of humour!”

Madara’s stoic façade broke first as a smirk overtook his lips.

“Who’s prim, puritanical, and persnickety now?” Madara teased. Tatsumi turned to level him with her glare for the nth time that afternoon.

“Don’t forget prissy,” Kakashi interjected, causing Madara to nod along sagely, and redirecting her ire. Changing tactics, as intimidation was obviously ineffective, it was Tatsumi’s turn to raise her eyebrows.

“Reeeeaaaally funny guys. You’re just a couple of comedians, huh?”

“It was pretty funny,” Kakashi added unnecessarily, hand on his chin in a facsimile of thought.

“Yes, the highest form of humour, as you well know,” Madara just had to add.

Tatsumi did the only thing she had left; she pouted. “I hate the both of you.”

“You could never hate me, imouto,” Madara rebutted, ruffling her hair. She swatted at his hand—to no avail—pouting some more.

“And I’m actually starting to think you like me,” Kakashi piped in, his eyes creasing into happy little crescents.

Tatsumi scoffed, “I’m purposely going to mess up your surgery now.”

“Ah, your pride in your reputation as the Uchiha Clan’s youngest and most—what word did you use…?” Madara trailed off.

“Brightest,” Kakashi helpfully interjected.

“Ah yes, thank you—youngest and brightest Sharingan Specialist and Ophthalmologist will not allow you to blotch such an easy procedure. Especially if that meant losing the faith of your beloved brothers and sisters,” Madara condescended, the irritating smirk back on his face. It was Kakashi’s turn to nod sagely, as if he had known her for years instead of merely a couple of hours.

Tatsumi could see why Madara was interested in Kakashi. They shared the same humour, and were both quick on their feet. They made a great team, too. She wondered over how that translated to the battlefield. They would be unstoppable, especially if she could mend the gap between Kakashi’s physiology and the donated Sharingan. Tatsumi was beginning to understand just why Madara was insistent on her solving the issue, and was determined to put her all into the project. It would be interesting getting to know Kakashi better over the next few weeks. But for now…

“Oh, just get out of my office already,” Tatsumi commanded, getting up from her stool and nudging it with her foot into its proper corner. It rolled gently towards its place, stopping with a light thud as she directed her two human migraines towards the exit. She even made a point of opening the examination room door and walking up to the store’s exit—pouting all the while. She opened that door with a flourish, and a glare, but—as Madara had teased—her pride as the youngest and brightest Sharingan Specialist and Ophthalmologist didn’t let Kakashi leave on that note.

“Before you go to bed, ice that Sharingan again—around the eye, not on the actual eye—and then come see me tomorrow for a more in-depth treatment plan.” She forcibly grabbed one of Kakashi’s hands to place the still cool icepack in it. “After five this time, if you would. I need my beauty rest.”

“That you do, imouto,” Madara teased on his way out the door.

He really shouldn’t have said that. As soon as Kakashi was beside him in the street, Tatsumi struck.

“Oh, just go and make-out with your boyfriend already and leave me alone!” she called with a wink, before firmly shutting the door in their stunned faces. If either had bothered to look at the other, they would have noticed their cheeks had reached matching shades of red. (Tatsumi, of course, had this image forever etched in her brain, and was cackling gleefully at being responsible for such an amusing outcome). Neither was eager to show the other the effect of Tatsumi’s words, however, and they both kept their eyes forward—decisively away from the other.

“She—that’s—she’s just—” Madara stuttered.

“Joking—yes, of course—” Kakashi picked up, clearing his throat while rubbing at the back of his neck. Madara was quick to agree.

“Yes, joking, joking—she’s horrid, that one.”

Kakashi nodded a little too exuberantly as they both turned in tandem to begin walking away from ‘Sharin-go, Sharin-gone!’ and towards nowhere in particular. “Hmm. And she really shouldn’t be introduced to Hashirama.”

“Noooooo, no-no no, they cannot, under any circumstances, meet. Ever.” Madara could imagine the chaos now; Tatsumi with her too cute pout and Hashirama with his depressive aura, feeding off each other and making a fool out of Madara as he apologised just so the duo would cheer up… only to have them insult him some more. He got enough of that from the two of them separately, he really didn’t want to see the result of their powers combined. He just couldn’t help but fall into their verbal traps. Kakashi was just as bad, actually… they shared a rare talent.

“Tobirama on the other hand…” Kakashi brought up, the safer topic brushing away his blush. Madara, however, wasn’t so pleased.

“You’re not introducing my imouto to that baboon!” Madara yelled, his face getting uncomfortably close to Kakashi’s in his rage. Kakashi remained aloof as he walked on, ignoring the way Madara’s warm breath had caressed the exposed skin of his cheek and temple.

“I don’t know,” Kakashi began thoughtfully, pulling out his last surviving copy of Icha Icha Paradise and tapping his chin with its spine, “he could be just what she needs to calm down—”

“Don’t you even think of it, Ha—Senju!” Madara had to correct himself at the last second; they were in public and he couldn’t call Kakashi by his actual last name where other people could hear.

“I really think he’d be good for her…”

“That’s not even funny Kakashi!”

“They could bond over science and jutsu theory,” Kakashi added, only to garner a hard stare. He, of course, soldiered on, flipping his book open one-handedly. “And just think of how excited he’ll be to learn all about how the Sharingan works…”

Madara’s eyes opened wide, both offended at the idea that his cousin would betray the clan, and that the bastard would get his hands on knowledge of their doujutsu. His protest was emphatic. “SHE—WOULD—NEVER!”

“It wouldn’t be forbidden, since he’d be an Uchiha by marriage…”

“ABSOLUETLY NOT!” Madara was now offended by the idea of the bastard joining his clan. “And besides, that only holds true if he marries into the Clan! He would have to forsake his name as a Senju, which that proud bastard would never do anyway—not that I’d let him into my clan!”

Kakashi casually flipped a page of his book, a smirk hidden under his mask but not from his voice. “Just think of it—Uchiha Tobirama—”

Madara was red once more, but this time for an entirely different reason. “Don’t disgrace my name by attaching it to that—that filth!”

“You’d be his Clan Head, though. He’d have to listen to you…”

Madara actually paused to think it over for a moment. But it was a moment short lived. “Not worth it.”

Kakashi was not deterred. A part of him just loved riling the other man up. It was strangely even more fun than the general chaos Kakashi left in his wake. He couldn’t quite understand why, but found no need to stop. “Think of all the great things they could accomplish… I truly think it would be a great idea. He’d probably love how angry it made you, too…”

“That’s ENOUGH, Kakashi!” Madara snarled, standing in front of Kakashi to block his path. But oh, who would have guessed it? When Madara reached out to grab Kakashi’s shoulders and shake the annoying man, there was a poof and a cloud of smoke, which revealed a log in his stead. The actual Kakashi was already half-way down the block.

“Maa... ’Dara-chan gets mad at such silly things~” Kakashi called sing-song over his shoulder, with a playful, two fingered salute. Madara—in a flagrant misuse of shunshin—caught up.

“I will destroy you if I have to have that—that—worthless Senju scum as a brother-in-law! Absolutely not Kakashi! I—will—end—you!” Madara fumed.

“But think of how pretty their kids will be~” Kakashi’s eye smile could be as cutting as any kunai.

“NO! Don’t you dare!” Madara’s exuberant denial did nothing to stop Kakashi from daring.

“Tobi’s pretty red eyes, Tatsumi’s pretty black hair… no one will even know when they have their Sharingan on! It’s actually tactically in their favour…”

“Dammit Kakashi!”

“Think of your nieces and nephews, Madara! It’d be an unparalleled advantage~”

“DON’T PUT THAT IMAGE IN MY HEAD!” Madara had a dirty, dirty mind, and was now trying not to imagine Tobirama making love (not fucking, that would be too much) his sweet, delicate, imouto (he was going a little delusional in his rage, to think of Tatsumi—known within the Clan as the Dragon—as sweet and delicate).

“They could name their first ‘Tatsuma,’ isn’t that fearsome? Uchiha Tatsuma, or maybe Senju Tatsuma… both sound great, but which do you prefer, Madara?”

“RIKUDOU SENNIN’S BEARD, KAKASHI! I SWEAR BY THE SIX PATHS, I WILL TEACH YOU THE MEANING OF PAIN!”

AN: Yeah, so I was bragging before that this baby would be up a week from the posting of chapter 3. Well, you now know that Kakashi and I have the same policy on deadlines. I got lost on the road of eye physiology. This chapter just kept getting more and more technical, and there was an increasing amount of jargon, and then debates with myself on what was too much jargon and what was too little…so yeah. It’s here now though, so lets all high-five each other for that. If you want anything explained because it was too technical/complicated, or you just want to talk about Uchiha Eye Bullshit, drop me a line! I have so many headcanons for those damn copy eye wheels that I could probably talk about them forever. This is totally not where I thought I would be when I started writing MadaKaka. Next chapter will probably have some more eye-bs, as Madara and Kakashi have a fun time getting Obito’s eye to work better. Maybe, idfk yet. So I reeeeaaaaaalllllllyyyy hope you guys are still interested in ophthalmology. Because that’s what this story is about now. I should make one of the relationship tags: Author/Sharingan

#madakaka #kakamada #hatake kakashi #uchiha madara #uchiha eye bullshit #i'm so ready for this to be up already #i wanted to read it over once more but im also over it #i hope you like it #let me know if you're getting bored of eyes #madakakamada #kakamadakaka #sharin-games (part ii)#lol it's part ii like eye-eye and it's about more eyes #👀#👁#where's the sharingan emoji?#WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE'S NO SHARINGAN EMOJI?#I bet the hyuuga would get an emoji #maaa...calm down dara-chan #you don't even know how to use a keyboard #maybe not yet #but do you know which doujutsu could teach someone how to use a keyboard?#*kakashi sighs* i have no ide--#THE GODDAMN MOTHER FUCKING SHARINGAN!#it's all because that damn Tobirama hates us Uchiha #*tatsumi calls from the shop window* nii-chan needs to get laid already! think you can help?#*two red faces speed up in their journey to leave that hellish place behind*#just a little piece i wrote #two steps back one step forward #2sb1sf

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mixelation · 2 years ago

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homemade dynamite spoilers -->

so recently i've been spending a lot of time considering how i'd write an Itachi POV one shot of the first chapter of HD. part of this would fill in the gaps of what itachi was doing the first few months where deidara is running around as a baby missing nin.

one of the things i was considering adding was itachi re-activating his mangekyou. like, i'm pro time travelers still having all their future abilities so i don't think this needs explanation, especially since the mangekyou is tied to trauma and it's not like itachi managed to time travel out of that. but i'm also a simp for the epilogue miniseries about sarada, and i really liked the idea of sarada activating her sharingan "out of love" so i was playing with the idea of like.... making yourself mentally relive killing you family doesn't work. imagining shisui's eyeless corpse doesn't work. imagining sasuke unconscious and drooling at your feet after torturing him does work. what does work? helping sasuke with fractions and then realizing that if you fuck up, you'll never get to do that again.

ofc itachi is "reactivating" instead of activating for the first time, so the threshold is lower. but i'm on the fence about this idea.......

the other conundrum is that i had (and then forgot about) itachi going and getting his susanoo's sword and mirror down as potential side quests for him and deidara, but now maybe i should just let him go grab them while he's waiting for deidara to show up. (i ASSUME they're physical objects itachi had to obtain since orochimaru recognized the sword and said he'd been looking for it.) i think he probably already has the yata mirror since his susanoo withstood deidara blowing up an island, and tsunade proved you can put cracks in the base level ones. :P then again maybe i shouldn't bring those up AT ALL because the magic sealing sword solves too many problems too easily. unless..... that's what i want......? (thinking emoji)

#fic: homemade dynamite

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plinkcat-gif · 2 years ago

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📓 im requeeeeeeesting the babys momo and mosu

send me a 📓 (book emoji) and i’ll share a brainrot idea!

ehehehehe momo+mosu part one it is :33

info to note:

- zetsu is still alive. madara has been taken care of though!

- obito knows about zetsu’s plans and the infinite tsukuyomi, but zetsu has yet to make any appearance since he left so there’s no point in chasing that until a clue comes up.

- obito is bad at dying because he has hashirama cells. the kids have seen him chop off a finger while making dinner and grow a new one in minutes. kakashi and rin are not that way. kakashi and rin are very human and far more vulnerable.

so for the first few years, all is well because obkkrin deserve a goddamn BREAK AJSJSKSJDJ.just raising the kids, no big killer missions, just taking enough to keep themselves afloat and then some. it’s really just peaceful and nice and they actually have the time to relish in the break and realize that just. they can have peace in their lifetimes. it does exist for them.

momo unlocks her sharingan first, though. i’ve mentioned a few times that it’s because of a breakdown, because she was already very emotionally/mentally/sensory overwhelmed and overstimulated. it was just a bad day :( rin tells her she needs to come inside, she can’t play in the rain for long or she’ll get a cold, and it Sets Her The Fuck Off. she explodes, yelling about how she hates everyone and she never wants to live here anymore, grabs her stuffed wolf and a peach, and leaves. obkkrin don’t wrangle her back, they let her settle in the emotions, and kakashi finds her about ten minutes later crying at the base of a tree not even two minutes from the edge of their land. he recognizes the sharingan of course, and it literally sends his heart and stomach DROPPING. same with obirin, who are like oh hell. oh she hates us. oh we are The Worst. because something in her obviously emotionally shifted to make her like this, and it was their fault.

momo is fine. they calm her and themselves down, and talk through the sharingan and what she was feeling, and it’s a bit of a mess of a conversation and she’s only six years old so she doesn’t really understand all these abstract concepts of feelings being thrown her way, but they’re back. they’re normal again.

fast forward to age 12 or so, and momo finds out about sakumo’s suicide because kakashi finally feels comfortable enough to just. tell her what happened. and she obviously feels sad for him, but it doesn’t like Haunt Her like it haunts kks obviously, she didn’t even know the guy. bc autism makes it hard for empathy sometimes, yk the deal

anyways! zetsu comes back. momo+mosu are on a mission together, low c-rank mission transfer, and they get separated from their group. zetsu approaches, intending just to make his presence known to obito and to manipulate the kids for his future plans, because obito still has been manipulated by him before and kids are the perfect targets. how does he do this? in the most traumatic way possible of course <3 he puts momo in a genjutsu where kakashi is the one that commits suicide, and she has to find him. this is Obviously traumatic!! and she unlocks the two-tomoe sharingan and breaks herself out of the genjutsu that way.

mosu’s traumatic dream consists of watching kakashi “kill” rin. he has no context to this because of course obkkrin haven’t told them anything about how they got their scars except “i was crushed in a rockslide” and “i was impaled. isobu saved me though!” and scars are just a part of the shinobi experience. so mosu finds out kakashi was the one to hurt rin and nearly kill her and he’s. not furious. but he is very confused and upset. he unlocks his sharingan and breaks free in the same way as mosu.

they both run back home, completely abandoning the mission and even though they Know it was fake the blood is still on their hands and they can’t get rid of the image and they Have To Check. they get home and momo is immediately running to kakashi crying, can’t let go of him, is very clingy. mosu confronts kakashi and rin about what happened in his genjutsu, and of course kakashi can’t lie about that. so mosu finds out. rin has to smooth it over bc kakashi loves to make things his fault even though she did everything. she takes full credit for her actions, tells mosu as such, and there’s no like. child hating parent thing that goes on or whatever.

this does, unfortunately. result in the children playing favorite parents. and they can’t Really help it, they don’t mean to leave obito out, but. obito can care for himself. rin and kakashi cannot.

#kirpy answers #kirpy ocs #obkkrin #also in theory. this will get written eventually #sometimes after nsmap sjdjsksjd

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vegetalass · 4 years ago

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can i get uhh, the boys dating a dominant woman/person for the first time 👁👁 can be nsfw or not, your choice! if it’s silly you don’t have to fill it- btw i love ur your writing muah

👁👁 Wow…… Anon, you’re my best friend now and ily… Dominant HCs unlock my sharingan tbh… but my taste is actually really particular and not very mainstream so i really hope that this is what you had in mind and is suitable! Hopefully this is nsfw-enough for you!!

18+!!!

sorry everyone because i went crazy again and this is super…. Long…..

Lowkey this is me @ myself rn tho for finishing this (although tell me why this sounds like the way abigail talks to john LMFAOOO)

Arthur

Despite being the biggest yes-man on the planet, he’s not really used to being considered the “submissive” one in any relationship

He’s big and tough looking, so anyone who can get up in his face and boss him around is pretty commendable in his eyes

Especially if it’s a romantic partner

It’s a little awkward at first because he’s so used to being the one providing for everyone, that being taken care of, or even just having his needs thought about, really makes him 🥺😳

To him, what’s attractive about having a dominant partner is partially just knowing that he doesn’t have to hide anything about himself

You WANT him to be himself, and will call him out when he’s not

In a way, he also honestly doesn’t mind not having to be there for you 24/7

That isn’t to say he’s not prepared to fight for and protect you, but knowing that you’ll stand by his side and always tell him how you really feel brings him a great deal of comfort

If you fight with him about joining him for rides, bounties or chores for Dutch...

Not only does it make the trips easier, but it also starts making the sex better

Basically... AFTER WORK SEX!!

(Sorry mom, please forgive me)

And while it doesn’t happen at first... Once you let the pet names start slipping, he’s officially a goner

The more intense they are, the better

Sweetie, Baby, Sugar, Pookie, etc. all have him melting in a puddle

Especially if you’re nonchalant about it and pretend not to notice what it does to him

All soft smiles and “Arthur, Baby, tell me where you left Charles’ bow?”

Yes, he has to pass away

(Not really though because we already lost him once)

Once you start sharing a tent/cot/bed.... You have to be the big spoon

People might disagree with this… But he is just in love with you trying to wrap both your arms around him and the way you throw your leg over his hip

Cuddle him like a teddy bear and squish his face in your chest PLEASE

It makes him feel loved and needed… And frankly… He deserves it

(I actually have this down as inspiration for a fic, but…) I just imagine your relationship being one where you’re the one who makes him take care of himself, where you’re always trying to make sure he’s healthy and you do all the shopping for him and you’re the one to pick out all his new clothes.... And you make him stand still for you as you hold them all up to his chest to make sure they fit him right

And he squirms when you touch him

He just feels good knowing that people see him being loved and getting taken care of

Basically, as long as it’s genuine, just treat him like your baby and he’s yours forever

John

HOOO BOY

We already know this guy likes dominant people (*cough* Abigail *cough*)... But I really can’t lie to y’all… He’s a simp

The Absolute King of Simps

At the beginning of your relationship, just as you’re getting serious and he’s begging to realize you aren’t namby-pamby, you could say anything to him and he’d just turn into a huge blushing fool

Stuttering and everything when you ask him for things or for his help

Kisses are all opened-eyed, intense, and focused

He brings you some wildflowers that he found laying around and when you reach out to try to kiss him in thanks...

You guessed it, he passes away

Once you get more comfortable with each other, if you start standing up to Abigail on his behalf... He’d do anything for you

Not that he doesn’t care for Abigail, but it’s easier when he has backup and someone around who doesn’t tell him that he’s shitty all the time

Watching you get annoyed when Abigail says something mean makes him feel better

Before this all started, though, he has to admit that he did have a little fun trying to have secret sex with you before you came out as a couple

Loves it when you start toying with his clothes when he’s around....

Do things like stick your hands in his pockets or hold onto his suspenders or belt loops as he’s walking or passing you by

That thing you sometimes see old married couples do when one has their arms wrapped around the other while they’re doing something boring and mundane like sitting around

Um... Do that to him

Since he’s bad with expressing himself and has been verbally brutalized by Abigail on more than one occasion, his favorite thing is really just physical contact...

Especially if you aren’t shy about it

Okay I’m gonna day something controversial.... Straddle him... thanks and goodnight everybody

“John?” You call to him, though it’s more of a call for attention than a question, “Kiss me.”

Lowkey this shit has me so fucked up bro

Charles

When he first realizes he’s pursuing someone more dominant than him, he’s a little bit… at a loss

He was raised a respectable gentleman, always taught to treat his partners delicately, so when he starts dating someone so bold and unafraid, it’s a little bit confusing to him

That’s not to say he doesn’t like it… but it’s honestly just unusual that he’s not exactly intimidating to you

Most people find him quite large and overpowering, and never hesitate to question his skills as a natural leader... so having someone around him who takes the reigns from him ends up being a nice change

He just never really knew there was another option for him

This applies to sex, too, as he highkey enjoys sitting back and letting you take charge and pamper him

He also ends up becoming really appreciative of the fact that you never hesitate to fight alongside him or take over what he’s doing

If Dutch ever sends you on a mission together… it’s over for anyone who gets in your way

He’s absolutely in love with the way you’re able to handle yourself around big tough guys

And if you have a sharp tongue, that’s even better

The more headstrong and passionate about your beliefs you are, the better, basically

Literally power couple vibes only

Even if you just started dating, if you say anything mean to Micah… he’s going to get a boner

Even just seeing you fight with people, verbally or physically, is also a turn on

Not even bothered if anyone tries to clown for being into someone dominant

Cue him: *thinking about all the times you’ve had bomb ass sex* *sunglasses emoji*

Your sex life is basically a Megan Thee Stallion song

Sorry, I don’t make the rules

Lowkey if you ever told him to shut up or be quiet during an argument or sex he’d be 100000000x more in love with you

As long as you always have a mutual respect for one another and others, he’s gucci with practically anything else

Micah

Knowing what we know about Micah… This one is a little bit tough

In the beginning, despite his obvious attraction, he will most likely try to fight with you and try to put you “back in your place”

Obviously, this absolutely does not work and he loses the fight every time

But once his anger turns into sexual attraction... It feels good to just give up

It’s definitely kind of a sore subject for him, at first

Not that he doesn’t want to be with you, but he’s afraid of being seen as weak after talking all his big shit

Even after you start dating, it takes awhile for him to truly calm down

His eventual submission is partially based on the fact that he doesn’t want people to think he’s a bad boyfriend

And the line is already very thin

Honestly, just pull your big ol’ puppy dog eyes on him (and/or threaten to leave him) and he’ll just sigh and go along with whatever you want

He’s both surprised and unsurprised that it becomes such that he has to “earn” any affection from you

You don’t really express this outright, but you both know it’s all deliberate

He begins to like the feeling of giving in and making you happy, and though it takes him awhile to get used to, he definitely starts to like pleasing you (and yes, in every single way), as well

It’s an accomplishment that he can actually take pride in

Especially since you started withholding affection from him when he gets a little too high on his horse

Knowing you’re pleased with him and seeing you happy, along with the kisses (and… more) he knows he’ll receive later, is the reward in and of itself

Lowkey just proud of the fact that he can keep a fighter happy

Honestly, I’m just imagining him being all grumpy about having to do something for you, but still doing it anyway

“But Micah, I thought you wanted to make me happy?” Or “Awe, Micah, don’t make me sad…”

He’s like “Smh, fuck” because you know he can’t resist when you’re being s✨a✨s✨s✨y

If you ever call him Daddy to tease him, he 100% will call you Mommy

Dutch

Please pussy whip this dude, PLEASE

He literally deserves nothing less

He’s so used to being with docile and private girls that the attraction to you is not only needed, but also very natural

He notices it at first by the way you stare at him

It’s a curious look, not exactly mean, but not exactly kind either

As we know, he doesn’t really like it when people challenge his ideas, but for some reason, whenever it comes to you… He’s willing to lend an ear to hear what you have to say

That being said, most of the time it’s just to tell him to stop picking on Arthur or siding with Micah (because what else would it be about? 🤡)

Micah gets pissy about this and tries to tell Dutch to stop listening to you, but you just tell just tell him off, too

Dutch is always surprised that he finds this attractive

Honestly, being with someone who he considers to be on the same level as him is very alluring

The fact that you value your own opinions as much as he values his…

It’s spicy, basically

Most of the time, you have to force him to give you affection

Not by begging, but by demanding

Hold out your hand until he holds it, or strip in a place where he can see you but can’t touch

(Tie him up *cough*)

And when he’s standing around camp, busy doing work or talking to people, hug him from behind, drape yourself on him, or make a place for yourself on his lap… ANYTHING to distract him and to get what you deserve

It drives him crazy, but at the same time, he can’t resist a lil brat like that

That being said…at the same time, he is also someone who needs to earn affection from you

He doesn’t realize this, but you are just as stubborn as he is, and as soon as he realizes he’s been ignoring you for too long and you’ve stopped giving him any attention… WHEW!

He will really start acting like a clown just to get you to touch him again

Especially if he sees you pretending to twirl your hair around the other boys in camp

Eventually, he discovers he needs to beg for you

Give you things, call you sweet names, massage you, take you on trips out of camp, have Pearson give you extras... Anything and everything to show you that he’s sorry

It works… eventually… and when you’re finally together… unbutton his clothes and pull his hair to tell him how he makes you feel

Steal the cigar from straight out of his mouth and start to smoke it... See what he lets you do to him later

Turned on by the fact that he thinks you need him and he needs you, but at the same time, definitely down to be a cuck if you ask

It takes a while, but he turns into a total “Yea, Dear” and “Anything for you” type eventually

Unfortunately, though he likes praise, it’s not fun to give it to him simply because he already thinks he’s so great

No you’re not, King, I promise...

Kieran

God, it’s really not hard to be the dominant one with him

He’s used to being told what to do, so when he starts noticing his attraction to you, there’s no surprise why

That being said, it’s definitely more of a gentle dominance he finds himself drawn to

While his general efforts at existing often go unnoticed by most, it’s the praise you give him that really gets him the most in the beginning

Later, that evolves into being praised in the bedroom… But that’s a story for another time *winky face*

All I have to say… Handjobs

Also… edge him

Okay bye now for real

It’s very likely you’ll have to start the relationship off slow, but before you know it, he’ll be wrapped around your finger

That being said, do not abuse this power *insert gun emoji*

Of course he needs to be bossed around, but it has to be with good intentions

“Kieran, Sweetie, would you mind taking my horse out today?” And “Kieran, could you please get the washing bins set up for me?” AND “Kieran, would you mind grabbing something for me, babe?”

The list goes on and on and on... and yet he is happy to do it all for you

It’s all in the way you whine his name

Because yes, you got him.

Also, please tease him

While he is a pretty shy about it, he has to admit he loves that the way you poke fun at him makes his heart beat fast

“Aw, Kieran, don’t be shy!” And “You like that, huh?”

Initiate lots of PDA, since he absolutely loves it but is too shy to do it himself

Kiss him on the cheek, drag him around by the arm, play with his hair, ANYTHING, and he’s putty in your hands

Flash him in public…………....

Praise Jesus

YES, HE IS THE LITTLE SPOON!

Javier

Javier thinks very highly of himself, so meeting and falling for someone dominant is actually very surprising to him

This is partially due to the fact that because he thinks so highly of himself, he’s never visualized his relationship as anything other than with him as the top

Once your relationship takes off, however, he realizes that he actually doesn’t mind being the one who gets taken care of

He is quite spoiled, after all

That being said, he is probably very private about the whole thing, mostly because he’d be the most sensitive about getting teased for being “submissive”

Once the honeymoon phase is over, though, it’s a lot easier to treat him the way you want to

Wear clothes that belong to him, especially clothes that he likes

Not only does he think this is extremely sexy, but it also means that he has a harder time choosing his own outfits

Plus, he loves a good strip tease…

Dodge him when he tries to kiss you or cover his lips with your fingers

Then tease him when he thinks you’re done and keeps trying to give you affection

The best way to get him to pay attention to you is by ignoring him

It’s not as severe or as serious as it with Dutch, but pretending you don’t see him when he’s showing off or talking to you immediately gets you whatever you want

It’s all in good fun, though

P u l l h i s h a i r

ESPECIALLY if you’re trying to get something from/out of him

Highkey, this dude loves cuddles

They’re one of the few things he’s open about begging for

You can tease him for this, but as long as you give in and just… hold him… he’s a very happy boy

Big fan of spooning but also of just being tangled up with you in any which way…

It doesn’t matter if he’s laying on you or you’re laying on him

Both are good

Lowkey... do nasty things to him at the campfire

It doesn’t even have to be that nasty, even just putting your hand on his inner thigh or up his shirt is enough to Put Him on High Alert

Pinch him...

Just… pinch him, please.

He likes it

Despite enjoying your dominance, at the end of the day, he doesn’t mind it if you get a little bratty and demanding sometimes, too

Especially in the bedroom *winky face*

#rdr2 #rdr2 headcanons #red dead redemption 2 headcanons #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #GOD i need to be arrested immediately #i started writing this at like 5 am which is why it had to be so long (because I accidentally made Arthur's and John's parts long)#it would've been out earlier but i had lots of hw #even tho its only the second day of class SMH #i skipped hosea bc i lowkey couldnt do my peepaw like that #and sean because it was already 8 pages on google docs #you can always request more tho!#my call for requests only got me 2 asks #so theres lots of space for you to *micophone* SEND ME REQUESTS #either way i hope u all like this bc im embarassed #and while im here... yes u do peg them... but i know not everybody is into that so its optional #I had fun with it though because i love having *cough* boys *cough* whipped #Anonymous #anon

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Wild Ride | [2] Hatake

ughhh finally this is completed... it took me a month and some revisions but I got it out. s/n: it’s hardly edited.

[ AO3 ] [ CHAPTER ONE ]

General Fic Info

Rating — Explicit Category — M/M

Content Warnings — None apply Completion — Unfinished

Ships; Hatake Kakashi/Shiranui Genma, Sarutobi Asuma/Shiranui Genma, Hatake Kakashi/Shiranui Genma/Sarutobi Asuma, Nohara Rin/Uchiha Obito

Genre; Romance, Angst, Modern! AU, Occasional Fluff

Tags; Porn with Plot, Poly Relationships, Friends with Benefits, Eventual Romance, Alternative Universe, Semi-Modern AU, Anal sex, Explicit Content, Misinterpreted Relationships, Misunderstandings, Drinking, Alcoholism

Chapter Specific Tags; SFW, just Kakashi set-up, Kakashi mistaking a hook-up as a romantic relationship

Kakashi stirred awake with a heavy weight on his chest. Propping one eye open, he was greeted with the sight of Genma sleeping soundly in his bare chest. Rays of sunlight highlighted most of his features, shining parts of Genma’s peaceful expression, strands of chestnut brown bangs covered parts of his face. His lips gently parted as his body rose and fell with each subtle and calm breath he took.

His eyes narrowed as he inspected the brunette; Genma was an oddity to him— not that he actually minded, quite the opposite. Now, he looked peaceful and sweet, as if he didn’t just ride Kakashi’s dick the previous night. Surprisingly, Genma was well-versed in hiding his more… “slutty” side, to put it bluntly— not many outside of the close-knit friend group knew of his nightly activities. To outsiders, Genma was a man of a calm and collected nature and truly, he was. There just was this hidden side to him.

Slipping Genma off him, Kakashi slowly peeled himself off his bed. He stumbled across his room, stepping over his clothes scattered around his floor. He had expected several sights to be regular occurrences; Naruto and Sasuke fighting, Sakura stopping them; Gai challenging him to any sort of test of skill; Obito and Rin dragging him out of his house. Was him waking up to Genma in his bed and their clothes scattered across his house going to be another recurring scene?

He scrounged around in his drawers for a pair of boxers, some loose pants and fished out a plain white tee. He headed for his bathroom silently, slipping out of his room to not disturb his sleeping… Well, he assumed “partner”. A warm sensation filled his chest as he thought about that. Genma as his partner. Huh, that sounded oddly nice.

He was quick to snap out of it once he reached the door to his bathroom. He shook off the thoughts and let out a sigh. He disregarded the warmth those thoughts brung and pushed into his bathroom.

By the time Kakashi was finished with his shower, Genma was still in his deep slumber. He decided to let him sleep in. His bedroom was just Genma’s for now. Though, Kakashi managed to snag his favourite book series, Icha Icha Paradise. His living area was better lit than his bedroom; a near perfect quantity of natural light peering through the kitchen window, some wandering into his attached living room, the glass sliding doors also provided a fair amount of light as well. He plopped down on his couch and he momentarily froze when his eyes landed on the open whiskey bottle Genma had left. Beside it was Genma’s buzzing phone. It stopped and the screen went black before Kakashi could see what the notification was.

Kakashi was a simple man; he saw a phone buzz from a notification, he got curious. Interest piqued, he reached down and snatched up the phone. It lit up as he pressed the power button. A monochromatic picture of a hand lazily holding a cigarette between two fingers was set as the background. Kakashi cocked his eyebrows at Genma’s set background, it was a bit odd to him but it oddly fit Genma. His attention switched over to the notifications on the screen. A few missed calls, some unanswered messages from Hayate and Shizune, all previews hidden until unlocked, and at the top of it was a reminder. “Tell squads of Chunin Exams” was the title. Guess Genma couldn’t tell all of them the day before.

A tinge of guilt pulled at his chest, he shouldn’t be snooping around. He followed his gut and shut off the phone and placed it back on his coffee table. He grabbed his book and leaned back into his couch, kicking up his feet on his table. Flipping his book open, he tore his attention away from Genma’s phone.

He wasn’t certain how much time had passed after he started a new chapter, but a knock pulled his head out from the pages of his book. He snapped his book closed and pulled himself up from the couch, tossing his book onto the table. He peered through the peephole and stood outside his door was his old teammate, Obito.

Obito’s scarred but bright face beamed at his door, as if he could tell Kakashi was peeking through the hole. His right side was heavily scarred and deformed, a lifetime reminder of the consequences of war. It was a damn miracle Obito survived the war, especially after getting crushed. Kakashi insisted that he return his Sharingan but Obito denied no matter the protest. Now, Obito’s left eye bore the late Fourth Hokage’s eye. Kakashi never got the story of how he received it, but regardless, he was grateful to the Gods, or the Heavens, or whatever, that Obito still stood tall beside him nonetheless.

Unlocking the door, the silver-haired shinobi swung his front door open. Obito grinned ear-to-ear as the white door opened. “Kakashi!” he blurted out, arms spread wide in an exaggerated way to greet the tired shinobi before him. Without warning, he hooked around Kakashi’s neck, pulling the man close. “How’s it going, huh?”

“Obito… it’s only…” Kakashi peeled himself away from his friend and leaned backwards to peer back into his kitchen. “9:30 in the morning.”

“Yeah, but didja forget already?” Obito chirped up as he tugged his best friend close once more, “Breakfast with me and Rin?”

Kakashi’s face recoiled with regret as a hiss left his throat— aimed towards him obviously. “Shit… I’m sorry,” he apologized. “Uh... Just give me a moment. Just stay here.”

As Obito released his grip, Kakashi pushed away from him. “No worries, ‘Kashi,” he replied. He peered over the shoulder of the silver-haired shinobi as Kakashi scrambled around in his house. He took note of the open whiskey bottle in the open living room and the extra pair of shinobi sandals. Obito wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, but he also wasn’t naive.

A grin pried at the corners of the Uchiha’s lips as he peered over to Kakashi hovering over his kitchen table, scribbling something down. “Hey, Kakashi, it’s a bit rude to not invite someone in, right?” he teasingly piped up.

Kakashi immediately flinched and sputtered a bit. He knew Obito knew. He turned his head and shakingly looked over at his teammate. “Uh… Well, we’re heading out in a minute, right?” he blurted out. He pushed the cap onto the pen and tossed it to the side. He ripped off the sticky note from the stack and slapped it onto his fridge. As Obito leaned forward in an attempt to read the note, he huffed and covered the side with his hand. Obito backed off and he let out a sigh before reading over the note;

Genma,

I’m heading out for the day. Help yourself to some coffee and breakfast. Make sure to lock the door on your way out. If you’re free, come by tonight.

Kakashi

That was inviting enough, right?... Yeah, probably. Kakashi pushed himself away from his fridge and gathered himself. He slipped on his shoes and pushed Obito out of his house by stepping out himself. He locked the door and shoved the key into his pocket. “Ready to go?” he asked his friend.

Obito, his prying now diminished by the front door shutting, sighed but shrugged his shoulders. He stuffed his hands in his pocket and nodded. “Guess so,” he murmured. Kakashi walked past him and he took one final glance at the house, hoping to spot any sort of movement in the house. But alas, the person in Kakashi’s house was still out-cold sleeping.

“Obito.”

He jolted a bit before scurrying off the porch to catch up with Kakashi.

Rin gazed through the large windows of the small cafe, the lines were long and most tables were filled. She had expected the long lines but not the tables being filled, it was a week day, shouldn’t people be hurrying off to their jobs?

She cursed to herself, silently lecturing to herself for not going in sooner. She took a glance around before slipping inside the shop and sneaking off to the back where one table was clear and free for the taking. The smell of brewing coffee, freshly baked bagels and muffins reached her nostrils and left her a warm, fuzzy feeling blooming in her chest. Nostalgia? Maybe. Team Minato did share several memories here. She slipped into the booth seat and pulled out her phone from her back pocket. Two messages from Obito popped up when her lock screen lit up; “Got Kakashi.”, and “Heading over now~ <3”. She simply sent a thumbs up back, then added a heart emoji for good measure.

It didn’t take the two long before they arrived through the glass doors, bell ringing to alert the baristas of new customers. Rin raised up and a smile grew on her glossy lips. She waved the two Jounin over and closed her mobile game. Kakashi slid onto the seat across from her and Obito walked over to her side, leaning in for a quick kiss of greeting. She shifted over and gave him a spot to sit.

“Didn’t order us drinks?” Obito questioned.

She shook her head and sighed. “Not yet. Line’s been busy and I wanted to grab a good table.” She leaned back into the booth as she gazed over to the two lines at the counters. The cafe had died down a bit in noise but a good five or six people still stood in line. “Here, scoot out, I’ll go order now.”

Kakashi raised his hand in quick protest. “No, no,” he was quick to speak up. He smiled under his mask and stood up. “I’ll pay for our drinks,” he assured as he shifted out of their booth. If Rin or Obito had any objections, he didn’t wait to hear them as he walked into the nearest line.

It took a few minutes but Kakashi finally arrived at the front of the line, tapping on the counter with two fingers as he waited for the barista to come back around. He stood up straight as the employee approached the counter after handing over another customer’s order. His cheeks heated up under his mask as the man approached him. He wore the company uniform of a plain white shirt, black pants and a dark green apron wrapped around his front. Attached to his apron was a nametag: “Touma”.

“Sorry about that, just a busy day today,” Touma excused with a quick chuckle. His face beamed with happiness, a bright smile upon his lips. Kakashi couldn’t tell if it was genuine or if it was forced, but it felt genuine. “What can I get you today?”

Kakashi was grateful he always wore masks, he knew he was a blushing mess underneath. “Urm, well,” he sputtered for a moment, “A medium espresso, large iced coffee and a large mocha coffee.”

Touma hummed in response as he punched in the order. “Anything else today?” he asked.

Kakashi shook his head. “Uh, no, that’s all,” he replied.

“Alright,” Touma nodded. “Your total is 1,212 yen.”

He was quick to pay in cash and slid off to the side, waiting for his order. His eyes lingered on the barista he spoke to. Touma was his type. Shoulder-length dark hair, average height and slender. Touma also held his hair back— but the more Kakashi thought about it, it was probably a requirement for work—, pinning his bangs out of eyes, hair placed in a low, short ponytail. Walnut brown hair, pale skin and deep brown eyes. Touma wasn’t too extraordinary but God, he was attractive.

As he stared, Touma looked familiar. It most definitely wasn’t from him being a regular; Kakashi never paid much attention to the workers. The long locks of brown hair, the deep brown eyes, the pale skin. The same height too. As his eyes lingered on Touma, the barista shifted from himself to another Jounin. Genma.

Touma was a near-perfect doppelganger of Genma.

The three drinks were pushed onto the counter in front of him. He snapped out of his daze and gripped the edge of the cardboard cup tray. As he picked it up, Touma spoke up: “Hey, uh, you’re a shinobi, right?”

“Huh? Yeah, I am,” he answered. “Oh good, I could tell by your headband,” Touma explained. He scratched the back of his neck and chuckled a bit. “If you’re free, come by on Sunday. We do this thing called ‘Shinobi Sunday’ every month. Shinobi of the Leaf get discounts on their orders.”

Kakashi raised his brows in surprise; it must’ve been something new. He nodded and cleared his throat. “Yeah… I’ll see if I’m free.” Not sure how to continue the conversation, or if he even should, Kakashi nodded his head goodbye and slipped away from the counter, letting Touma return to his work.

As he returned to his table, the first thing he noticed was Rin staring intently at him, head resting between her hands. He sighed, preparing for Rin’s antics, and slid the tray onto the table as he sat down.

Rin grabbed her iced coffee and pulled her straw out of its paper wrapping. She grinned as she stabbed her straw into the lid. “Soooo~...?” she sang, giggling to herself. “Did you get his number?”

“I’m– I’m sorry?”

“Did you get that guy’s number?” she repeated. She sipped on her iced coffee and leaned on the table. She had watched the entire interaction but she lacked the audio. “He seemed into you, y’know,” she whispered, as if Obito couldn’t hear. “You should totally ask him out.”

Kakashi’s entire face turned a deep shade of red, face practically steaming, body melting away in embarrassment. “I—! N-no, I couldn’t… He’s just an employee, he’s just doing his job,” he excused, waving off Rin’s pushing. He took a glance over to Touma as he grabbed his espresso. He turned his head down and stared into his cup before prying off his mask to take a sip. “Besides, we hardly know each other. It’d be awkward, right?”

Rin, used to Kakashi’s dismissals, only sighed and slumped her shoulders, sinking back into her seat, sipping on her iced coffee. This was a regular affair between the two, ever since the two were in their teens. Of course, back then, Rin had assumed Kakashi was straight and constantly tried to set him up with any girl who indicated the slightest interest in the son of the White Fang. She had apologized a million times over when he had revealed he was actually gay when the three of them were 17. But that hardly stopped her from her self-promoted role of ‘matchmaker’.

One advantage of being so close with Kakashi was the fact Rin understood his mannerisms. It took her a couple of years but she could tell who and what he was attracted to— probably quicker than he would. But alas, no matter how hard she pushed, Kakashi would retreat back into his shell of solitude. It was a back-and-forth between the two and Kakashi always remained the victor each and every single time.

Defeated, Rin sipped on her iced coffee, ready to change the topic, perhaps about her or Kakashi’s team— oh, how she wondered how Kakashi’s students were doing. She couldn’t remember the last time she had seen them. As she finished off her few sips, she opened her mouth to direct the conversation elsewhere, but Obito had other plans.

“You should ask him out,” Obito insisted.

Kakashi jerked forward as his drink got stuck in his throat from pure shock. He coughed and hid his face in his arm as he slowly recovered. “I’m sorry?”

“Come on, Kakashi. You can’t honestly expect love to just fall into your arms, do you?”

“Well no but—”

Obito leaned forward onto the table. “Then go ask him out. You find him attractive, he probably finds you attractive— half of this damn village does, so take the risk, Kakashi.”

Rin huffed and smacked Obito in the arm. “Come on, Obito, he already said he won’t.”

“Well, he never tries. He should just this once,” Obito insisted. “He’s missed out on so many opportunities already.”

“Obito!” Rin badgered.

Kakashi sighed and finished off his drink with large gulps. He tugged his mask back up his face and over his nose. He raised his hand, butting into the argument. “Rin, it’s fine,” he assured as he spoke up. “Obito’s right.”

Rin turned her head. “What? So you’ll ask the barista out?”

He shook his head, “I never said that. I just said Obito’s right in me never trying.”

Kakashi rubbed the back of his neck. His cheeks tinted a shade of red. “I guess I’m trying to… not miss an opportunity this time,” he admitted sheepishly to his teammates. “There’s someone, I suppose…”

That caught Rin’s attention. Leaning forward, she rested her elbows on the table. “Oh~?” she sang, “Who is it? How’d you two finally start things? Is he cute? I bet he’s cute.”

“Well, I-.. I wouldn’t want to share his personal information…”

“Oh come on, just a name Kakashi? Please?”

Obito took a few sips out of his drink as he watched Rin pester Kakashi for answers but he remained strong in holding back any information she pried for. His mind wandered for a moment before it snapped back to the extra shoes he had seen before. “Wait, is it the guy you—”

“Yes.” Kakashi was quick to butt in.

“Huh. You sure he’s who you want?”

The silver-haired shinobi nodded. He sighed with content and thought back to the brunette man who drove him utterly crazy. “... Yeah,” he affirmed as he thought of Genma.

“He’s who I want.”

“Bye Kakashi!” Rin called out one last time as she and Obito parted ways with him.

Kakashi smiled under his mask, waving goodbye to the other two Jounin. He ambled down the streets of Konoha, shuffling past the groups and gatherings that crowded the roads. His mind lingered back to the upcoming Chunin Exams as he passed by some excited Genin team rambling about it. He’d have to tell his own team about it soon. That, and he’d have to send a message to the Fifth assuring her the three were ready for their second Chunin Exam. He could go visit her personally as well, but Genma’s words from the day before advised him against it; she was probably busied to the bone.

“Kakashi-senpai.”

He recognized that tranquil and composed voice and he shifted around on his heels. A man with cedar brown hair landed on the dirt street before him. His face lit up when he saw the face of an old ANBU friend. “Ah, Tenzo,” he greeted, “It’s nice to finally see you once again. Been awhile.”

Tenzo had a gentle smile on his lips as he approached Kakashi. “It has,” he replied. “Since the disbandment of the ANBU, correct?” Kakashi nodded. Tenzo only nodded in response. “... So, why’d you stop by?” the silver-haired shinobi questioned. He cleared his throat before swiftly changing the subject. “Ah, right, I came to ask about the Chunin Exams on Lady Tsunade’s behalf.”

“Chunin Exams? For what?”

“Lady Tsunade has tasked me with gathering the confirmations of each team’s leader,” Tenzo explained. “And I’ve received confirmation from Team 3’s sensei. But I still need some confirmation from Team 8, Team 10 when they come back from their mission, and of course, your Team 7, Kakashi-senpai.”

He let out a sigh. “Official statement?”

Tenzo gave him a nod. “More or less.”

“Ah, I see…” Kakashi let out another sigh as his shoulders dropped. He straightened himself up and cleared his throat. “The Kakashi led team of Uzumaki Naruto, Uchiha Sasuke, and Haruno Sakura… Under the name of Hatake Kakashi, I nominate the three for the Chunin Exams.” Same spiel as always, or maybe he got some words wrong. Nonetheless, same format but with different names.

It was enough for Tenzo apparently as he nodded. “Alright, that’s good…” he murmured. “I’d love to keep chatting, but I need to gather more confirmations.”

As Tenzo readied to disappear, Kakashi was quick to raise his hand to grab Tenzo’s attention. “Wait, Tenzo,” he called, “Just a quick question.”

“Yes?”

“Will you be around during the Chunin Exams?”

“Of course, why?”

Kakashi pursed his lips under his mask and his brows furrowed. “I have a feeling you’ll need to be there, Tenzo,” he asserted.

Tenzo didn’t need details; the look in Kakashi’s uncovered eye told him enough. “Understood… I’ll be sure to attend. I’ll let Lady Tsunade know,” he assured.

As he took a step to hop off, Tenzo stopped for a moment. “Oh yes, I nearly forgot…” he turned on his heel again to face Kakashi one last time. His hand shuffled around in his back pouch before he pulled out a scroll and tossed it to his superior. “New mission for Team Kakashi, assigned specifically from the Fifth herself.”

Kakashi caught the scroll and rotated it in his hand to eye down the seal. He sighed. No free time anymore.

With a grunt, Naruto collided with the ground, face digging into the ground as Kakashi swung him off his shoulders. And finally, that was it. Team 7 laid defeated before him. Sasuke laid stuck under a fallen tree, Sakura trembling on the dirt ground as she slowly tended to her wounds through medical ninjutsu, and Naruto had his face buried deep in the dirt, his shadow clones poofing away with clouds of smoke.

Kakashi sighed and lowered his guard finally. He frowned his brows as he thought back to the beginning days of their team. ‘I miss when a simple Genjutsu put all of them out of commission…’

His attention was brought to his blonde student behind him as the Genin groaned. Naruto growled and pushed himself up. “That’s it, Kakashi-sensei! Rematch! Right now!!” he shouted at the top of his lungs. “That ain’t fair at all!”

“Now, now, maybe another time, Naruto,” Kakashi denied with a small chuckle. He shifted over to Sakura who was pushing herself up off the ground. “Think you can get Sasuke?”

“Yes, Kakashi-sensei,” she nodded as she scurried off to her teammate.

He swung his open hand out and caught Naruto’s forehead in his palm. “Naruto, I told you we’ll have a rematch another day.”

Sakura pried the tree log off of Sasuke and after some medical ninjutsu, got Sasuke on his feet. With the three Genin settled, Kakashi let out a deep sigh. He had two announcements to make. He pondered which to state first.

“Well… To start this off, we have a mission today,” he finally stated, “and then, the Chunin Exams are also around the corner. If I’m not mistaken, you should be given enough time to squeeze in some additional training by the time we return.”

“The Chunin Exams? You’ve referred us again?” Sakura butted in.

“I’ve nominated you, yes. But you must be the ones to sign up.”

He reached into his pouch, pulled out the Exams registration sheets and tossed them to the three. “Feel free to sign them when you’re gathering supplies for the mission. Have your parents drop them off at the Hokage’s residence,” he instructed.

“About our mission, Kakashi,” Sasuke spoke up, “What is it?”

“Ah, right, our mission…” Kakashi hummed, bringing his hand to his chin. “Well, Suna has requested aid from Konoha shinobi. Apparently, one of their own S-ranked criminals is running about, poisoning their shinobi. Not only are we to aid them in capturing Sasori of the Red Sand but we’ll also need to help them cure the poison.”

Kakashi brought his eyes to Sakura. “We’ll need you to assist with finding that cure as well as aiding our team against the fight with Sasori.” Sakura nodded in response.

This would be the team’s second time taking a mission outside the Land of Fire so it was evident that the three Genin were excited but nervous lingered behind their thrilled expressions. Their first time out of the Land of Fire was their time in the Land of Waves and with that as their only experience, it was understandable to Kakashi.

“I’ll let you go to properly gather what you need,” Kakashi waved off his students. “Please don’t be too late.”

The three Genin nodded and Sasuke was the first to scurry off, heading off in the direction of the Uchiha district. Sakura was next upon the completion of patching up her blonde boyfriend. As Naruto turned on his heels, Kakashi called out, “Naruto.”

“Eh? Kakashi-sensei?” Naruto turned to his teacher. “What is it?”

He took a deep breath. “Be careful, Naruto. Both in mission and the Chunin Exams. You can’t let your anger overwhelm you,” he insisted.

“Try as you might, you cannot deny that seal is cracking, Naruto.”

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