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Team 7 (learning to focus chakra)

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(( Hello! Happy Pride Month from your favorite disaster dog dad. I wanted to apologize for my sudden and extended absence! Work got really hectic for me and other personal life matters came up and it made it really impossible for me to find my muse. I might still be a little inactive while I find my groove, but I wanted to say I missed you all and love you! My discord is always open to mutuals, and I miss chatting with you all. ))

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Get to know me // Anime edition → male characters 5/5 → Hatake Kakashi I am Kakashi Hatake, things I like and hate? I do not feel like telling you. My dreams for the future? I’ve never thought about that. About my hobbies, I have many hobbies.

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((     Did some clean up on threads, dropped ones that I was struggling to write for either because I lost the muse for it or it just wasn’t vibing! If I have to force myself to write and I’m not enjoying it, that’s definitely going to show and my partners don’t deserve that. I’m still holding onto a few threads/prompts that I’m not in the mood to write at the moment, but saving for a rainy day. I tried to keep at least one thread active with a partner where I had multiples ongoing, so we wouldn’t drop everything. I was just getting overwhelmed with 40+ drafts, I hope you all understand!     ))

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“The path of life isn’t always a straight line, Sasuke. It’s all about the journey and not the destination.”

     One of his famous excuses, but with good reason! Though not one that he needed to share with Sasuke yet, and he would be a generous sensei and deal with the boy’s sass without throwing out a punishment. He’ll just return it with equal sass instead, a raised brow on his visible eye.

“By all means, if your time is so precious and you don’t want to learn a new technique I spent the morning scouting training grounds for— then by all means. I’ll be on my way.”

If there was anything more annoying than Sakura constantly dotting on him and Naurto screaming in his ear, it was having his time wasted.

A bird had circled overhead, disrupting the young Uchiha from his thoughts, no doubt sent from Kakashi to meet. Already, he was annoyed with the prospect of meeting his sensei when they weren’t training or gathering for a mission, but there was never a point in arguing. It’d always go in one ear and out the other.

At the meeting point, Sasuke wasn’t surprised to see that Kakashi had yet to show. Or perhaps he was preparing himself for one of his famous lame excuses. Regardless, Sasuke waited. And waited. Only when he was readying himself to leave did the Jonin actually show up, and Sasuke was more irritated than he already had been. ❝ If you wish to waste my time, I’d prefer it if you didn’t show at all. ❞

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silenceindefeat​:

     He wasn’t sulking–Okay, maybe he was. A little. But he didn’t have to point it out. Rude. He crossed his arms and accompanied that with a scowl…well, his usual expression. Maybe he could make Kakashi feel his indignation.

     His student looked so much like a disgruntled cat. Maybe he felt a little bad. Maybe. But it was too easy to annoy Sasuke, and what kind of sensei would he be if he didn’t take advantage of that every so often?

“Yes, that’s very believable. Now, would you like to get back to training, hm?”

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kxmorebi​:

“Knowing the details could mean the difference between life or death,” he states without missing a beat. Alright, that was a little morose given the situation, even for him. Still, it pays to have a keen sense of what’s going on. Regardless, he relents a little with a sigh. Kakashi can be trusted. …most of the time. 

He lays back down on the grass, nose up to the sky once more, hands folded over his chest politely. “I passed out?” Well, he really doesn’t remember. Was he that overworked that it’s come to passing out in the middle of the day. “Well, I feel about as good as anyone could who’s just come to, I suppose.” So…bad, is what he’s saying.  

     Always so serious. Though, Kakashi couldn’t really blame his kouhai, knew him better than most with how many years they worked together in Anbu. Most situations they were involved in were life or death. But even Yamato deserves to take it easy every once in a while, and if Kakashi was particularly annoying during these times— well. It was because he cared.

“Can I do anything for you?” 

     Reading between the lines, he gives Yamato another once over. “I think the heat just got to be a bit much, I wouldn’t be too concerned. Though Sakura could always give you a check up if you’d like.” They would need to reevaluate training for now, Kakashi knew If they worked at Naruto’s pace everyone would pass out. Both jonin couldn’t compete with the seemingly limitless chakra and desire for constant training that their student had. It was important to take breaks, and maybe Kakashi should enforce that a little more strictly from now on.

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maitiest​:

THERE’S  A  SOFT  HUMM  OF  CONSIDERATION.           when  you  love  something  you  protect  it,  gai  said  that  once,  that  he’d  protect  lee  from  the  orphanage.     what  kakashi  said  made  sense.         being  there  for  each  other;  the  young  child  pondered  for  how  long  gai      &&      kakashi  had  been  together,  what  they  went  through  war  together.    the  orphanage  taught  him  about  the  third  great  shinobi  war,  the  glory  of  going  to  war      &&      dying  for  your  village.    but  these  two  jonin  actually  fought  during  the  many  battles,  they  were  lee’s  age  when  it  happened.       lee  is  smart  enough  not  to  ask  them  about  it,  though,  either  it  would  upset  them  and  make  them  send  lee  back  or  the  child  would  be  confronted  with  stories  he  wasn’t  ready  for  yet.

a  frustrated  groan  left  lee,  only  slightly  muffled  by  his  face  pressed  against  bull’s  great  body.           ❝    WHY    WOULD    HE    NEED    ME    TO    BE    THERE    FOR    HIM??    ❞          after  all,  gai  was  so  strong.      he  was  talented,  confident;  everything  lee  aspired  to  be.     there  was  no  way  lee  could  do  anything  for  his  father,  nothing  kakashi  wouldn’t  give  him  tenfold.     lee’s  voice  begins  to  thicken  with  tears  again.          ❝    SOMEONE    AS    WEAK    AS    ME    COULD    NEVER    PROTECT    SOMEONE    AS    STRONG    AS    PAPA.    ❞

“Strength isn’t always a measure of the laps you can run or the jutsu you can create. Sometimes it’s what’s inside that counts.”

     Kakashi stays crouched near the boy and his pack, “There’s a lot that people can accomplish when they have others believing in them and cheering them on. Sometimes with enough boost, the heart is the strongest weapon of all.” Though Kakashi doesn’t know how well any of that applies to himself, when he thinks of Gai and this child before him… he knew what they needed to hear. Gai’s heart was indeed his strongest weapon. “You have a lot of potential, Lee. Don’t be so hard on yourself, hm?”

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maitiest​:

❝    YOU’LL    BE    FINE.    ❞     gai  keeps  repeating.     but  he’s  not  so  sure.    vaguely  is  the  child  aware  that  they’re  in  the  middle  of  war,  a  calamity  which  had  been  raging across  the  lands  since  before  their  birth.   gai  knows  kakashi’s  father,  the  entire  hatake  clan,  used  to  be  is  famous.   they  were  deemed  prodigies      &&      genuises.    if  one  of  this  esteemed  clan  could  die,  so  would  his  father.    gai  is  terrified  of  that.     but  through  will      &&      want  alone  he  stops  his  knees  from  shaking  as  he  walks.     away  from  the  busy  streets,  out  of  konoha.        the  forest  welcomes  them      &&      the  animals  do  not  judge.    quick  glances  are  given  before  they  continue  on  their  way.

gai  sets  his  rival  under  the  biggest  tree  he  could  find.    as  if  the  large  branches      &&      great  roots  would  shield  them.   he’s  still  holding  kakashi.    the  maito  is  prepared  to  hold  him  the  entire  day,  until  the  moon  stood  high,  if  necessary.   if  they’d  get  hungry  gai  would  catch  them  some  fish  or  pick  non  poisonous  mushrooms  just  like  the  academy  taught  them,  anything  but  going  back  to  konoha.   he  keeps  sneaking  glances  at  kakashi,  the  air  is  thick      &&     heavy  with  unspoken  words.  he  feels  like  he  ought  to  say  something.         BUT  WHAT??       apologizing  for  kakashi’s  loss  wouldn’t  bring  sakumo  back,  saying  he  didn’t  think  the  white  fang  was  scum  didn’t  help  either.      (      after    all    the    maitos    were    never    anything    but    laughing    stock      )       perhaps  gai  ought  not  to  say  anything  after  all.      ❝    DO    YOU    WANT    TO    TALK    ABOUT    IT??    ❞

     It takes Kakashi time to come back to himself, to be fully aware that they’re moving outside of the village. He takes a moment to breathe, take in the fresh forest air, lets it start to clear his mind even minimally. 

     He’s tired, that’s the first thing that really comes back to him, a heaviness to his bones that he had been carrying around with him the last few days. It only really set in now that he was sitting still, and he felt it through his bones. His outburst and general lack of rest left him with no energy. He use felt raw, used, empty. 

     He hears Gai’s words, finally really acknowledging his presence there with him. He can’t bring himself to raise his gaze up to Gai’s, whether through shame or some other complicated emotion he couldn’t hope to express right now. 

     Does he want to talk about it? “I don’t know.” He winces at the sound of his own voice, sounding as broken and worn out as he currently felt. “I don’t know.” He didn’t know what he wanted to say, didn’t know exactly what he was feeling at the moment, or how to describe it. It was a confusing swirl of sorrow, anger… he was upset. He was sad. He was resentful. He didn’t know of who: his father, himself, or the village that abandoned them both. 

     Why?

“I miss him.”

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scurriilous​:

   Typical. Leave it to the youth of today to SPOIL an otherwise pleasant evening; & just as the barfly was beginning to catch a BUZZ too. At this rate - with his gift of accelerated healing - the Jashinist would drink his liver into a state of fatal SEPSIS and recover a million times over by the time they cut the cord on that wretched machine. Newfound details given by the eyepatched man a few seats east invokes a slow, deliberate roll of Hidan’s eyes. Though the other’s suggestion is considered rather amusing there is nothing lighthearted about the sneer that crooks his lips. 

   ❝ If I went up there - it’d be a two hour comedy special on how much I HATE children. ❞ At that, his gaze returns to his beverage so he may take another considerable gulp; the downing of which a decent enough vehicle for the DROWNING OUT of a poorly sung tune. Then, as if on cue, the boozed up vocalist hits ( or misses ) a high pitch octave with all the air in their ribcage, carrying with it the SCREECH of microphone interference. The Priest’s glass, once bottoms up, nearly shatters; be it due to the sound frequency or his involuntary SLAM of it back on the counter from startlement it was difficult to say. Fingering at a pulsing eardrum he growls

               ❝ ── Seriously?! Fuck. Hey, whaddya think?              Will getting drunk make this shit better or worse? ❞ 

This time his words do have an intended target : none other than the only other silver-haired male in the joint.

     At least there was some enjoyable company at the bar tonight; Kakashi unable hold back his deep chuckle at the other’s response. He waves over the bartender, requests another round of drinks for himself and the other man. It seemed like his new friend might need it.

“Nothing could be worse than what they’re subjecting us to currently. A nice change of pace, set the mood. I love a good comedy.”

     Kakashi wishes he had the foresight to have stalked the outside of the bar this evening instead of coming in. The first few songs the vocalist sang encouraged more pity out of him than irritation, but by the fifth song a dull throb began behind his eyes. He’d much prefer the sound of howling dogs, or even plain screaming at this point, over whatever was happening on stage. 

     He’s envious of the barkeep when he comes back with the drinks, noticing small earplugs. Kakashi supposes that’s a requirement for the poor staff that have to run the place. He winces when the lead vocalist hits a note that shouldn’t be produced by man, wishing that slinking further into his seat somehow made the noise lessen.

     Taking his glass, he holds it out towards the other patron. “One way to find out. Cheers?”

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medicrin​:

Sometimes, Rin laughs too loud and smiles too wide. She is still learning how to compact and fold herself inwards, to be unseen and unheard like other kunoichi. Which is why when Kakashi takes her hand, she gasps out loud and immediately regrets it. For a few awkward seconds, she looks at his hand, eyes blown impossibly wide while her heart grows a size too big. Until now, she has always been the one reaching, pulling and for the first time, he has met her in the middle.

“Um…” Her face scrunches under his words, nose crinkling in thought while her mind putters into action. “We’re going to the same place, yes?” It’s always easier when she can forget about the mold she’s supposed to fit into and be herself. Her teasing, giggling self with dirt in her fingernails and leaves stuck to her hair. Her personality is too large for constraints, anyway. 

“Same place… at the same time… for the same purpose…” She tests the grip of his hand in hers and finds it is satisfactory. “Sure Kakashi, let’s separate and reconvene at twelve hundred and five hours.” With a cheerful hum, she turns and breaks into a light jog, dragging him along behind her. In between ducking and weaving through civilians and the hustle and bustle of market stalls setting up for the day, Rin looks back at her companion, cheeks rounded from smiling far too wide.

     Why were girls so weird? 

     Though as far as girls typically went, Rin was… well. She was his teammate. And he’s gotten used to her quirks and what made her uniquely… Rin. None of it actually bothered him. Though Kakashi still does scrunch his brow lightly in confusion when she stares at him for those awkward few seconds.

     Confirming he didn’t hurt her when he reached for her hand, not seeing the same parallel that she pulled for herself with the action— he gives her fingers a pointed squeeze. 

     He huffs, fighting back another eye roll and creep of his shoulders. She was getting more bold with her teasing, less shy than she used to be in the academy. “I just didn’t know why we had to hold hands to go there. Pointing exists; it’s not like I’m going anywhere else.”

     Any indignation doesn’t last long, and with a soft ‘oof’ after the initial tug from Rin, Kakashi also breaks into a light jog to keep pace next to her. Her smile is genuine and his mood easily fades back into a quiet acceptance.

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demonclawx​:

                  “ HA— Impress you? HA HA HA HA. I’m showing you how a man ‘s supposed to drink! shutup.”  Zabuza forced a laugh that went together with his heavy fist slapping the counter-table they were. Konoha’s alcohol wasn’t the best but was enough to start to have an effect on his senses. His indicador finger poking Kakashi’s hitai-ate as he shook his beer cup, spilling a little to the side while speaking. “ Shouldn’t had saved my life then, take responsibility.”

                  As the waiter went to refill his cup, Zabuza just took the whole bottle; cracking open the bottle cap with his pointy teeth. “Tsc… . If I was actually formidable I would had killed you….” Accepting compliments wasn’t his strong point, leaving the man actually more annoyed than glad. “You were… stupid.  Copying my��30 seconds long jutsu. Just to show off?J—just cut my throat instead?? Baka baka…”

“I can take responsibility for my actions, but I’m not footing the bill, I’m afraid.” He replied good-naturedly, a point of composure to his space contrasting Zabuza’s energy. 

     He wondered how much of this Zabuza would remember in the morning if he kept going at this pace. Kakashi didn’t doubt the other man’s tolerance, but, well... even the most skilled shinobi have their limits. Kakashi was teetering on the line himself, if he wanted to let go for an evening or try to stay a little sober and make sure someone remembered what happened the next day.

     He pours himself another drink, for now.

“Maa, maa, I had my impressionable students with me. I needed to show them what to do and not to do when faced with a tough opponent.”

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floranai​:

There are times where Kurenai still questions whether she made the right decision or not.

She loves her daughter, she loves Mirai so much that sometimes it’s painful, this little piece of her heart that exists outside of herself, something she can never pull back and draw in close to protect like all the other little pieces she’s tried to hide away over the years. But- she never signed up to take on such a burden alone, had bided her time and moved forward secure in the knowledge that there would be support, a partner to cover her back, the blind spots she was unaware of that left her vulnerable. 

It was a terrible thing, to know that even in such a short amount of time there were milestones missed, celebrated alone. 

“Well, I’m free now, old man. Unless I’ll be held accountable for any of your neglected duties.”

The support from others (from her aforementioned meddling students) offers some solace though, the warmth from Kakashi something she finds easy to match, to return, in their idle conversation. Something she had once thought she would never see again in her old friend, when he became lost in the same sort of aimless hurt Kurenai now found herself faced with. 

Maybe it really isn’t so seemingly impossible to keep going, to regain strength, if Kakashi can still find a way to smile. And maybe if she can just keep trying it will eventually feel like something genuine instead of carefully fabricated niceties played out to avoid examining the things she’s lost control over, the things she can’t possibly hope to change.

“Only if you’re fine with my bad influence. They might accuse me of corrupting your work ethic, be careful.”

     In all honesty, there wasn’t anywhere Kakashi had to be at this very moment. Certainly there were other things he could be doing, but there was time later to handle it. Duties would only pile on as the days till his official ceremony drew closer. Despite how exasperated it made those around him when he put off his work, he never ignored them completely. Everything got done, just not always as quickly as the front desk wanted. Oh well. He’s been doing this long enough they should know better than to expect it any different. 

“Tea? I know a spot off the beaten path where none of our students should find us.”

     He gives Kurenai one of his crescent-eyed smiles, offering out a hand to her. They had to find those little things that make it worth surviving for.

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wokasho​:

          SAKURA FELT A BRIGHT SMILE SPLITTING her face at her sensei’s approval. Although she knew he had to accept her –she would have raised hell if he hadn’t– the fear of rejection had still lingered in her heart, for she wanted him to actually want to train her, she deserved that! 

          AN EXCITED INTAKE OF AIR ACCOMPAINED Kakashi’s flourished summoning of the scroll, the sight of his sharingan only made her heart beat faster, “whatever he’s planning it must be big for him to reveal his sharingan” she thought while assuming a defensive stance. Would he simply start attacking her out of nowhere? Perhaps with a giant shuriken or another weapon? Sakura had trained under Tsunade’s mercilessness for long enough to be always prepared for a sneak attack –her master had an inclination for randomly attacking her during training in order to keep Sakura on her toes.

          HOWEVER, WHEN THE STACK OF BOOKS came into view Sakura felt like a bucket of cold water had been thrown at her. Confusion took the place of determination in her eyes, and her stance relaxed as she approached her sensei, eyeing the books curiously.

           ❝I HAVE READ ABOUT SEALING JUTSUS, they require a good chakra control and precision. Lord Fourth was a master, wasn’t he?❞ Sakura turned her eyes towards her sensei’s, looking for a sign of… well, anything, at the mention of his former sensei.  ❝I’ll read these until tomorrow, but I do like the idea of sealing ninjutsu, when it coes to chakra control its mechanics aren’t so far from the techniques I already know. But I also would like to learn some Earth ninjutsu, for offense, ‘ya know?❞ A sheepish smile bloomed on her lips as she took the books from his hands, biceps tensing at the heavy weight. ❝My fighting style is based on short distance combat, but I feel like I should have at least a couple of long distance techniques up my sleeve.❞

     Kakashi almost felt bad when he saw the crestfallen look on his student’s face, almost. It was a bit mean to tease her like that, but he would be taking the rest of it seriously. 

“Yes. They combine an intricate weave of precision and intent.” Kakashi was by no means a master of the trade, but knew enough of the fundamentals to start off Sakura. He had no doubt that she would take to it easily. Perhaps in a few years the village might have more skilled sealing shinobi again, the number had been unfortunately declining far too steadily in recent years. 

     At the mention of his own former sensei, Kakashi does pause for a moment, a far-off look in his eye, “He was indeed.” He quickly focuses back on Sakura and the current moment. “I was lucky to learn from some of the most skilled in our village. I’ll do my best to impart that wisdom onto you.”

     He nods, at her mention of Earth ninjutsu, “We can do that. I would be happy to help you diversify your ninjutsu. There’s a few techniques I have in mind that should fill out your skillset rather nicely.”

     Part of him thinks of reaching out, placing his hand on Sakura’s head. But he holds himself back, stuffs his hands in his pockets. He gives Sakura a gentle incline of his head instead, nodding to the stack in her arms. “For now though, go home, get your rest, read those books. I’ll set up the training grounds for us to start nice and early.”

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     Hearing himself referred to as sensei still stirred something in him, no matter how many years had gone by. Nostalgic, now, though still brings forth the surreal feeling he had when first referred to with the honorific years ago. He didn’t think himself fit to be a sensei, to be in charge of keeping children alive. He certainly grappled with it his first few failed teams, but it finally stuck when Team 7 was formed. And then the honorific was adopted by his students’ entire cohort, and that was the end of that. He became a sensei to many, watched as the teenagers grew into young adults, carved their own paths on the road of life. He had moved beyond the title of sensei, his union to the village, taking on the title of sama. That made him shutter in a way similar to how sensei had, but he hopes unlike that title this one doesn’t stick around long enough to get nostalgic over.

     Regardless, he takes no insult to being called sensei, and he turns to Tenten cordially. A welcome break from being heralded as Hokage-sama all morning. She wasn’t his student, but he took her on all the same. Kakashi was glad she was comfortable enough to come to him when she needed. But there was such a thing as being too comfortable.

“You know, there is a perfectly decent chair on the other side of my desk. Look, you’re hurting its feelings.” He entertains the idea of rolling up a scroll and swatting it at her, but he dismisses it. Someone had to be the adult here. He finds a stopping point in the report he was reading over, marking his place before looking up to Tenten.

“Interesting?” He makes a point of cocking his head this way and that, placing a hand on his chin as if he had to think. Whether he liked it or not, almost all the village gossip found its way back to him. “Gai is still keeping high spirits, hospital staff caught him trying to do pull-ups with his wheelchair. And everyone gave Naruto a hard time for planning to take Hinata to Ichiraku’s for their honeymoon.” 

     He pauses for a moment, looking Tenten over more closely, “How was your mission?” Somewhere between the words and the look in his eyes comes: how are you?

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She tries to leave the village as much as she can.

Missions aren’t quite as exciting as they used to be, given the cooperation and alliance between the main villages, but at least it’s something even if skirmishes are barely interesting enough to write up reports on when she gets back home. 

There will always be rebellion, someone who thinks they know better, and bodies to leave on the side of the road- dirtying her weapons but not the bright white she has taken to wearing because (she’s daring the world to stain it, to give her a fight) none of it can begin to compare to the war she has lived through and survived.

It’s kind of pitiful really sometimes but still less so than the way sitting at home in her quiet apartment only serves to remind her of all the places he is not, the gaping emptiness she refuses to accept, no matter how much it haunts her.

They had all wanted to see it end, but had unfortunately skimmed over the small print explaining what that really meant.

“Kakashi-sensei!” She’s seemingly cheerful enough upon entering his office though, giving a little wave even when he looks up and offers a beckoning motion of his own. The greeting might be a little out of place- while he has always outranked her now he outranks them all and probably deserves a little acknowledgement of the fact.

But it is not the Hokage she wants to see today, to hear from, and she hopes that he understands even a little of the meaning behind the more familiar address. And it’s no less disrespectful than the way she just hops up on the corner of his desk anyway, feet idly swinging back and forth once she makes herself comfortable. Nothing is knocked over or disturbed at least, she’s not an animal.

“Just turned in my mission report.” Casual, a reason for her visit, Tenten picking at the thick scroll wrapped around her wrist and pulling a bit of the paper free. “Anything interesting happen while I was gone?”