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kakashisdarling · 3 years

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Steamy Neighbor II - Kakashi Hatake

Thanks to the amazing @feelingsandemotionsnotexplored for requesting a second part to Steamy Neighbor. Find the first part here. And thanks for reading❤️

Kakashi x reader

I shut my eyes open as I hear a strange noise, only to find myself in a bedroom that’s not mine. A cold drop of sweat runs through my spine as I manage to sit in the bed. The room’s decorated in a minimalistic way with neutral tones and wooden furniture. Somehow it feels soothing.

Shit. I’m at Kakashi’s.

I press my eyelids harshly, trying to remember the events of last night. We came home from the mission and drank some sake to celebrate the good news. We had been camping in the forest near our village, keeping an eye on the east lurkers while Gai and Iruka stayed close to the ones in the west. In the end, they turned out to be a group of adventurers who had gotten lost on their way to the Mist Village, they even asked us for directions and advice regarding the terrain. Meaning they were completely harmless.

Slowly I get out of the bed and take a glance outside, looking for the source of the strange noise. I sense movement in the kitchen. The silver haired ninja is on his knees scouting the inside of a cabinet, with a soft groan he pulls out a rice cooker and leaves it on the surface near the stove, where he is cooking something in a pan.

“That smells good” I say with a husky sleepy tone. Kakashi turns to me and presumably he is smiling, as the corners of his visible eye crease faintly.

“I know you usually just drink juice in the morning, so I thought you could use a decent breakfast for a change.”

“That’s not true, I pick up snacks on the way or cry at Iruka’s door until he feeds me” I poorly try to defend myself as I walk and lean on the countertop near him.

“The last two weeks before our mission you only drank juice, I know for sure.”

My jaw drops wide open at his statement.

“Were you spying on me all this time? What a stalker!” I pretend to sound offended as I raise the back of my hand to my forehead. Kakashi chuckles and his cheekbones turn slightly reddish. He looks adorable and I wish I could see that blush in his bare cheeks.

“You talk to yourself very loudly, so it is hard not to peek at your morning routine when you’re basically narrating everything and growling at the oranges while squeezing them.”

Now it’s my turn to blush. I do tend to talk to myself a lot, saying what I’m thinking without any filter helps me clear my head. I try to fight the heat in my cheeks as I think of a sharp response.

Eureka.

“So, Kakashi, do you have a specific schedule for cooking naked? You should really let me know, I could come give you a hand those days” I tease with a naughty smile.

Kakashi closes his eyes as his full face turns bright red.

“It depends. I only do it if my nosy neighbor happens to be in her kitchen” he says cheekily.

“Oh” I mumble a little surprised but ready for another round. “Should I go to my kitchen this morning?”

“You can mock me all you want, in the end my plan worked out well, didn’t it?” a wide smile forms in his lips beneath the dark cloth and he raises an eyebrow suggestively. He seems to have the blush under control now.

“It worked? I’m not sure it did, you haven’t even asked me out” I keep teasing, in response he chuckles stridently.

“You can’t give me that argument when you just woke up in my bed.”

He has a point.

“Did we -uhm- sleep together?”

“We just slept,” he smiles reassuringly. “You literally passed out on the couch after asking me to bring your pajamas.”

Oh no.

“Did you…?” my voice breaks before I finish my question.

“You changed on your own. But don’t worry, next time I’ll do it myself.”

“KAKASHI HATAKE!” I scream embarrassed, this time unable to fight the intense flush in my face, my thoughts running wild.

He giggles playfully, resembling a child whose mischief was a complete success.

“So what are your plans for today?”

“Mmmmm, we still have to hand in the mission report. And I’m really craving some ramen, so I’ll probably try to persuade Iruka into coming to Ichiraku with me.”

“I could go with you,” Kakashi says with a subtle undertone.

Is he shy all of a sudden after giving me an intentional naked show less than a week ago? This man is unbelievable.

“Oh. I’d really like that and Iruka probably can’t wait to get back to his kids.”

He nods and without a word, he takes out two bowls and serves a generous portion of rice on each. Then he sprinkles some furikake on top and adds a dried egg and sesame seeds. With a warm expression he points to the chair and puts the bowls next to each other.

“Thank you, Kakashi,” I utter while sitting next to him. He stares at me expectantly until I shove the first bite in my mouth. “Mmmmmm this tastes delicious, your seasoning is amazing.”

“Better than Iruka’s?” he asks with a light hue of possessiveness, I nod cheerfully. “Then, next time you’re hungry you should cry at my door.”

Involuntarily, a strangled laugh slips from my throat.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

———————

My eyebrows pin together when I feel someone poking my back. I turn around to find a pair of curious blue eyes.

"Y/n-sensei” Naruto greets me. “What are you doing with Kakashi-sensei?” he asks nosily.

“Naruto! Don’t be rude” the pink haired girl scolds.

“We’re just heading to Ichiraku,” I reply, unsure of what to say.

“Can I tag along?”

“Naruto!” Sakura calls impatiently.

“Didn’t you hear that Iruka-sensei is back? He’s probably looking for you” Kakashi suddenly draws Naruto’s attention.

“Iruka-sensei is back? He owes me a bowl of ramen!” the blonde boy exclaims as he starts walking away. Sakura smiles gently and waves goodbye.

“He’s a handful, huh?” I point at the direction in which Naruto disappeared.

“Sometimes, but he will be a great shinobi one day” Kakashi smiles fondly.

“That’s for sure, he has the best sensei” once again, Kakashi indulges me by blushing under his mask.

The rest of the way to Ichiraku is silent but not in the slightest awkward.

“Kakashi-sensei, Y/n-sensei! What can I offer you?” Teuchi greets us as we take a seat next to each other.

“Two orders of traditional ramen, please.” Teuchi nods and disappears in the kitchen.

“So…” Kakashi mumbles near my ear. “Is this a date?”

“You tell me.”

“I think it is. The first of many, if things go according to my masterplan” he smirks playfully.

All flustered, I shyly take initiative and lean towards him. In the blink of an eye, Kakashi tugs his mask down and gently presses his plump lips against mine. “And this is the very first kiss of many,” he promises softly. And I certainly find myself hoping it is.

Finally, it’s here! This took me a long time, sorry but hope you enjoyed it. This is definitely not the ending, please keep an eye out for the third and last part (which will probably be smut xD).

Also, I have an announcement *drums, please* we’ve reached 100 followers!!!!! And as a thank you gift, we’ll be having a week of daily fics 03/22-28 (not only about Kakashi, but also other Naruto boys). I’ve already planned some of the fics, but I’m open to any specific requests.

I deeply want to thank you for all the support you’ve given me. Thank you, thank you, thank you ❤️

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cyhyr · 3 years

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Summer of Whump Day 15: Sleep Deprived

Fandom: Naruto

Rating: G

Pairing: Hatake Kakashi & Umino Iruka; Umino Iruka & Uzumaki Naruto

WC: ~3320

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Notes: AU backstory for the purposes of I Wanted To.

A/N: This is just. I don't even know guys. I started writing and then it got bigger and bigger and I couldn't stop. It's just. A Lot.

Kakashi has not been able to take care of his sensei’s child the way he should, the way the boy admittedly deserves; and yes, absolutely, he takes that fault personally but also doesn’t do anything about it because really… what can he provide for this child besides instability? He’s hardly in the village anymore, though Sandaime has hinted that, if Kakashi asked, he could be assigned missions closer to home. Instead, Kakashi does what he can without bothering Naruto or letting the boy realize that he even exists. He ensures the bills are paid up in six-month increments, and has the utility companies know to charge to his personal account anything he misses due to being out on mission. He provides non-perishable groceries, placed in the pantry late at night every month or so: oats, rice, dried or tinned meats, beans and legumes. He’ll bring a small selection of vegetables with him at the same time, (no more than three or four items, so they don’t rot before Naruto feels obligated to eat them) usually pilfered from Gai’s garden so he knows they’re not poisoned.

And whenever he’s in the village, he makes a stop at Naruto’s apartment at least once to check in on the wards wrapped into the walls and window frames.

This is how he learns about Umino Iruka and the interest he’s taken in the village jinchūriki.

The wards when he gets to Minato’s son’s apartment this time are different. Odd. Not… well, actually, they might be stronger; Kakashi glances at the walls with the sharingan and finds himself mildly impressed. Whoever placed these wards knew about the ones Kakashi put up, and modified their own to augment and strengthen Kakashi’s.

Kakashi says modified because he’s seen these styles of wards before, but never used like this. The key in the front door jingles a bit, like the person unlocking the door knows Kakashi’s in here and is giving him time to leave. Kakashi takes the out for what it is and slips out the window, closing it quietly behind him. He stays plastered against the wall beside the window for a moment, however, wanting to get a glimpse of who’s taking care of his sensei’s kid in Kakashi’s stead.

The door opens and Naruto—gods, how old is he, seven? Eight?—barrels by the figure in the doorway with a grin and shoots straight for the pantry.

“Naruto-kun, take your sandals off first. I mopped for you just earlier this week, I’m not doing it again so soon.”

One arm balancing a paper bag of fresh groceries, a leather school bag over the same shoulder; hitai-ate and vest both neat, but his sleeves and pants legs are scuffed; and his fingers carry the faint dusting of chalk that hours of holding ingrains and a quick wash won’t wipe away. A teacher.

“Iruka-sensei, I can mop later; I’m hungry now!”

“I won’t ask you twice.” The man—this Iruka-sensei—walks barefoot through the apartment and sets the grocery bag down on the kitchen table. Naruto hangs his head and goes back to the door, and once he’s out of the room, Iruka looks at the window Kakashi is peeking in, scowling initially. The scowl lessens when he sees the Konoha ANBU mask, and he nods, but makes a slight shoo gesture.

“What’re we making tonight, sensei?” Naruto bounds back into the room, barefoot as his sensei.

“I’m thinking of teaching you breakfast for dinner,” Iruka says. “Miso soup, tamagoyaki, steamed salmon; how’s that sound?”

“Sounds great!”

“And if we make enough, you’ll have enough for the morning, too,” Iruka ruffles Naruto’s hair. “Go grab out the rice and we’ll get started, okay?”

Kakashi leaves. Iruka-sensei seems to have only good intentions.

Iruka is a new teacher, one that (if the very quiet rumors are to be believed) didn’t initially want to be the jinchūriki’s homeroom teacher. Something changed his mind, clearly, and now he’s spending every moment outside of class with the kid.

Every. Moment.

Kakashi notices the third time he’s in the village after meeting Iruka—notices how tired the man seems. He follows the teacher from just before dawn when he wakes up and heads out to Naruto’s apartment and fixes him breakfast. Kakashi watches Iruka herd Naruto around the apartment, brushing teeth, getting changed, gods Naruto where’s your homework I told you to put it right back in your bag last night after I helped you with it. Then they’re out the door and one of them locks the deadbolt while the other activates the wards (Iruka always double-checks the wards if Naruto does them) and they walk to the Academy together.

Iruka spends the day in the Academy staunchly refusing to play favorites. If Kakashi didn’t know that the man had made Naruto eat breakfast while searching for a clean shirt for the child to wear, he’d swear Naruto was Iruka’s least favorite student—based solely on the amount of yelling.

But the two of them have lunch together, talk and hang out during recess unless Iruka shoos him away to play, and then they walk together to either Iruka’s or Naruto’s apartment after school. Sometimes they’ll go out for ramen, or to one of the training grounds to work on a technique they started in class which Naruto needs more time to fully grasp. Iruka is a patient teacher, especially one-on-one, and even though Minato-sensei’s son doesn’t perform well on the tests in school he learns the techniques after class and gains the appropriate muscle memory.

Which is admittedly much more important than the grades Naruto earns. Iruka won’t say as much, but it’s obvious that he agrees when his teaching style puts emphasis on practicals rather than paper tests. Kakashi approves.

After a day of minding twenty-five ankle-biters, an afternoon of extra training for the village jinchūriki, and an evening of making sure Naruto is fed and happy and his homework is completed to the best of his ability, Iruka then helps Naruto get ready for bed. Against the kid’s token protests, they’ll read a story together (Kakashi suspects Iruka does this because Naruto’s reading skills are lacking, but he could also very well just be doing it because he enjoys it—the man’s motives are enigma to him) and Iruka will tuck Naruto in. He stays at the apartment until he knows Naruto is asleep, tidying up here and there or even just leaning in the bedroom doorway watching the jinchūriki’s chest rise and fall.

Only when Naruto’s asleep will Iruka leave, activating the wards and locking up after himself.

It took only two times of Kakashi watching these kinds of days go by before he realized that Iruka knew he had been watched all day. As he passes the tree outside of Naruto’s building, the only one that reaches high enough to afford a glance into his apartment, Iruka looks right up into the limbs where Kakashi is crouched, waves, and continues back to his own home.

(He had been underestimating Umino Iruka’s awareness. He’s intrigued.)

(But anyway.)

Once he’s home, Iruka rushes through grading and lesson plans and adjustments. He makes lunch for himself and Naruto for tomorrow. Cleans, if he remembers; showers, if he has any energy left. Then, Umino-sensei crashes hard around one or two in the morning.

All to start over again at five-thirty the next morning.

It can’t be sustainable. Kakashi is morbidly interested in how long Iruka planned to keep up this kind of schedule.

It starts out with checking out during lunch. Kakashi is lounging in the trees on the Academy grounds, pretending to read but listening intently to Naruto ramble on about some new topping Ichiraku is introducing on Friday and please Iruka-sensei can we go? Then the soft click of dropped chopsticks against a bento box made Kakashi look down to the pair sitting at the base of his tree.

“Iruka-sensei? Are you—?”

“Oh, I’m. I’m alright.” Iruka laughs it off, fumbling for his chopsticks. “I was just thinking too hard there.”

“You shouldn’t do that!”

“Hu—?”

“You tell me not to think too hard all the time,” Naruto pouts. “That I’ll hurt myself.”

Iruka’s laugh crinkles his eyes and he tips his head back. “Gods, Naruto, I’m sorry—no, not—um. Listen, forget it, okay? Ramen, on Friday, right?”

“YES!”

And it was forgotten. Except, Iruka is unconsciously rubbing his fingers together beside his hip and Kakashi can see it. Something happened to force the drop—likely, he lost feeling in his hand briefly.

Kakashi’s out of the village as it gets worse, but he hears all about it from Shikaku and Inoichi when he gets back. They’re in the hallway outside the Hokage’s office, talking in low tones like they were discussing an attack on the village.

“What could cause such a serious mood shift?”

“Genjutsu; one of the other teachers sabotaging him; another student practicing poorly.”

“Iruka-sensei?” Kakashi asks.

Both men look at him as he approaches. He’s still in his ANBU armor, but the mask is in his locker. It’s an open secret he’s in ANBU; only his codename is high-clearance.

Shikaku nods. “Shikamaru’s complaining about the man’s temper being shorter than usual.”

“My Ino confirmed this behavior shift. We’re understandably worried, if someone if trying to use an Academy teacher to attack the kids—”

Kakashi shakes his head. “It’s not that.”

“And you would know?” Shikaku prompts.

“He’s taking care of Naruto,” Kakashi shrugs. “It’s probably catching up with him, finally.”

“What is?” Inoichi looks honestly confused.

Kakashi tilts his head and then realizes. “Ah. That’s right. You’re both married. You have a way to share the responsibilities.”

Sakumo hadn’t ever been irate with him, but Kakashi can remember him being tired. He lifts his hand and walks away. “I’ll see if I can’t have a talk with Iruka-sensei,” he says, as though he speaks with the man on a regular basis instead of just waving back from his shadowed space in the tree at night when Iruka leaves Naruto.

He doesn’t get a chance to talk to Iruka for weeks. When he gets back, it finally comes to a head.

Kakashi is perched outside Iruka’s apartment where he and Naruto are preparing their dinner. Naruto, still talking a mile a minute, hardly notices that Iruka is dazed at the counter, his hands going through the motions of peeling carrots and separating pieces of broccoli without being fully cognizant. He’s much paler than the last time Kakashi peeked in on them—all except for the bags under his eyes; those couldn’t get much darker if they were black.

He flinches forward as Iruka drifts to the side. Naruto catches his teacher before Kakashi can take a step, and the clang of a knife hitting the floor is more than a little startling. Together, they stick Iruka’s hand under running water from the tap, and then Naruto disappears further into the apartment and returns a few seconds later with a first aid kit.

“What was that about, Iruka-sensei?”

Iruka takes a bit to answer. “I haven’t been sleeping well,” he says. “I’m a bit tired, that’s all. Sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize,” Naruto says. He finishes caring for his sensei and then says, “How about I go get some take-out, and then we can clean up and you can go to bed?”

Iruka smiles tiredly. “We can bring the take-out to your place, okay? I’ll clean up when I come back home.”

“But—”

“It’s okay, Naruto,” Iruka puts his unbandaged hand in Naruto’s hair. “I’d rather make sure you’re fed and well-rested for school tomorrow. That’s what's important.”

“You’re important, too, sensei,” Naruto says.

Kakashi can’t help but agree.

“Let’s go get some ramen, and we can argue about this later.”

Kakashi flashes away to Ichiraku to put in their order and pay. It’s the least he can do, right?

Later that night, Iruka leaves Naruto’s apartment and like always, lifts his head to wave up at Kakashi in the tree. Only, his eyes roll back with the movement of lifting his head and his knees collapse under him and Kakashi makes it just in time to keep the sensei’s head from hitting the ground. He catches Iruka with one hand under his back and the other cupped behind his head and eases him down against his raised knee.

As soon as Iruka is horizontal, his eyes flutter back open. “Oh, ANBU-san,” he mutters. He’s dazed and foggy, but tries to stand up on his own anyway.

“Sensei, are you well?” Kakashi asks, knowing the answer but needing Iruka to admit it.

Iruka waves him away. “I’m fine, I’m fine. Just a little tired.”

It’s more than that if you’re slipping into micro-sleep, Kakashi thinks, but lets the man stubbornly stand up. He’s still holding his hands out, ready to catch him again, when after five paces Iruka tips sideways and falls again. Kakashi keeps him upright this time, arms tight around his waist and back.

Iruka stays under for a few seconds this time, and when he wakes he leans more heavily into Kakashi’s armor and groans. “What’s happening?” he murmurs.

Normally, he would stay and look after Naruto all night, but this seems more important. “Umino-sensei, I’m going to see you to the hospital now,” he says.

“But… Naruto?”

Because of course Iruka figured out that Kakashi—his ANBU persona at least—stays close to Naruto at all times. “Together, our wards are top-notch, sensei,” Kakashi says. “He’ll be okay for a night.” He slips Iruka onto his back, pulling his arms over his shoulders. Iruka’s light breath huffs past his ear as he says, “Hold on.” Then, they’re gone.

Iruka wakes up much later, Naruto tipped against his hospital bed, snoring. He feels so much better after however many hours of sleep he’s gotten. He wonders briefly why he’s here, and where the ANBU that brought him here is. If Naruto is here, that ANBU is likely closeby. Iruka lets out a jaw-cracking yawn and settles back down on the pillow to sleep some more.

When he wakes up the second time, it’s because he has to pee so bad oh gods. It’s night time and Naruto is gone—Iruka tries not to feel disappointed. His legs shake under him when he tries to stand to get to the restroom; whatever’s wrong with him, it’s making him weak as a newborn but he will not embarrass himself by not making it to the toilet. He pushes chakra through his legs, and, finally, blissfully, makes it.

He gets a good look at himself in the mirror as he’s washing his hands. His eyes are puffy and red, but he has some color back in his skin. His hair could use a wash and some heavy conditioning—he hadn’t had time for that in awhile. All in all, it’s not bad; but he’s still wondering why he’s here.

Iruka leaves the restroom and is halfway across the room to his bed when his chakra flares unexpectedly. He stumbles, collapses, and feels his eyes blur and begin to roll back.

Before his head can hit the tile, he’s caught and cushioned by Naruto’s ANBU. The ANBU gently picks him up, one arm under his knees and the other around his back, and it’s like Iruka weighs nothing as the ANBU stands and carries him back to bed.

“Thank-you, ANBU-san,” Iruka says, flushed. “I promise I’m not usually so weak.”

The ANBU fusses with the blanket and covers Iruka back up. He (Iruka assumes they��re a he, the voice and height lead him to believe it but he’s been wrong before) seems frustrated, in the way that ANBU show frustration: by being busy, and then by being absolutely still. He’ll make sure the water pitcher is full, and then stand silently by the window for a few seconds. Pace the width of the room from window to door and back, and then stand at the end of the bed.

“What’s going on, ANBU-san? Is Naruto—?”

“Uzumaki-kun is safe, healthy, and well-cared for,” the ANBU says, cutting him off. “You are a godsend to this village, if only to care for the uncared for.”

Iruka glowers. “Someone had to do it. He’s seven years old and living alone and has lived alone his entire life. I couldn’t—”

“I’m aware,” the ANBU holds up a hand to stop his rant. “Believe me, if I could have done more, I would have. But an ANBU is no role model, especially not me. I’m glad he’s had you. That said.” The ANBU somehow matched Iruka’s glower through the mask; he was suddenly glad for all the time spent in Sandaime’s office around the ANBU that he can pick up on these micro-aggressions for what they are.

Iruka folds his arms and waits for the ANBU to continue.

After a heavy sigh, the ANBU says, “Sleep deprivation.”

“I—what?”

“What you’re here for. You’ve been running yourself into the ground, sensei. You slept for twenty-two hours, and you’re still not fully recovered. The medics say it could take up to a week of proper sleep for you to feel normal again.”

Iruka flushes and ducks his head. “I… But, that doesn’t…”

“How much sleep have you been getting? Three, Four hours a night? And then you’re exhausting yourself all day looking after pre-genin and then Naruto.” The ANBU folds his arms. “This isn’t sustainable.”

“I know that. I just.” Iruka groans. “I don’t have time for—” He scrubs both hands across his eyes. Now that he’s actually gotten some sleep he’s really tired. “No one else takes care of him, not the way he needs it; he’s just a kid! It bothers me enough that he lives by himself—”

“Your immune system was compromised when you arrived, sensei.” The ANBU snapped, quieting Iruka’s tirade. “Who’s going to take care of Naruto the way he deserves if you’re stuck on your back with a perfectly, normally treatable form of the flu? What will happen to him if you critically injure yourself due to a micro-sleep at an inopportune time and find yourself off-roster for weeks? What then, sensei?”

The silence is heavy. Iruka picks at a stray thread in the blanket on his lap.

“I don’t know,” he answers, his voice small. “I didn’t… I wasn’t thinking that far ahead, I guess.”

The ANBU nods. “At least you’re aware now.”

There’s a long, awkward pause as Iruka wonders what else there is to say.

“You have a spare room in your apartment, yes?” the ANBU breaks the silence.

Iruka nods, slowly, not sure where this is going.

“Maybe…” the ANBU continues slowly, “maybe changes in Naruto’s living arrangements can be made. If Naruto were living with you, could you agree to a better sleep schedule—one with which you can better take care of yourself and Naruto?”

Iruka could kiss this man.

“Yes! Yes, please, I’ll—yes! I’ll take him, even if it means I have to lose him as a student, I’d take him as a foster.”

The ANBU chuckles. “I’ll speak with the Hokage. If he says no, well… There’s nothing saying that Naruto himself can’t choose where he lives, is there?” Then his micro-aggression is back, leaning over the foot of the bed with his arms wide. “My only stipulation is that you take better care of yourself. A sick guardian can’t very well keep up with any child, let alone a jinchūriki.”

Iruka nods. “Deal.” He covers a yawn with his palm and asks, “Can this taking care of myself clause start now, with me asking you to leave so I can go back to sleep?”

“I’m not leaving,” the ANBU says, standing back up straight. “If you’re to be the guardian of our jinchūriki, you’ll need to get used to the ANBU guard, sensei. But please, get some sleep.” He chuckles lightly, “I think I’ve caught you enough in the last thirty-six hours, don’t you?”

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stereden · 4 years

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The part in “until their leaves fall off” where Tsunade and Nawaki!Naruto are reunited sparks so much joy, and I’d love to hear your commentary about it.

Anon, you have no idea how happy I am to talk about that scene! It’s one of the first scenes I wanted to write, and I simulatenously knew exactly what I wanted to happen during it and had no clue how I would actually write it!

From the very moment I started writing this fic, I had already decided that, no matter what, Tsunade would immediately recognise Nawaki. There was no other option here - I hesitated with Tobirama and Orochimaru, I did not with Tsunade.

In canon, Tsunade and Nawaki were obviously very close - Nawaki’s death nearly destroyed her, even if it was Dan’s death that was the last straw for her. His death was something she had not made her peace with, not even decades later, so much so that it was what canon!Orochimaru preyed on to try and get her to heal his arms. Half the reason she likes Naruto so much, at least at the beginning before she starts seeing him as his own person (mostly because he gets to grow older than Nawaki ever did), is because of his ressemblance to Nawaki, both physically and in his ambitions and attitude. She still feels guilty about Nawaki’s death, too, which is something I haven’t yet mentioned in the story but will come up soon.

I’m also an older sister myself, and leaving my baby brother to fend off for himself in that state is unconceivable - hence, Tsunade was always going to recognise her brother. She wouldn’t quite believe it, at first, but she would recognise him as soon as she felt his chakra.

So. Tsunade, already drunk despite the fact that it’s like ten in the morning, suddenly feels Nawaki’s chakra touching hers, and immediately uses medical justsu to sober up because what the fuck. Once she’s sure she’s not hallucinating (and believe me, she checked herself througoughly for any sign of brain injury), and with Orochimaru’s ‘promise’ fresh in her head, she tracks down the chakra, wondering if Oro decided to prove that he could do it.

The boy she finds is not what she expects. Blond instead of brown hair, blue eyes instead of brown, whisker marks instead of rosy cheeks. This is not an Edo-Tenseid version of her brother, his soul torn from the Pure Lands and stuffed into a dead body.

But it is her brother nonetheless, blond hair and blue eyes and whiskers and everything, and she knows, intellectually, that reincarnation is possible even if rememberance usually isn’t, Orochimaru talked about it a lot as a kid, but she never actually came across anyone and knew they were a reincarnation, but this, this is clearly her baby brother born again and she can’t help the whisper of his name even as she braces herself for the fact that there’s no way he’ll remember his previous life, no way he’ll remember her, because no one’s ever remembered their previous life, no one...

And then Nawaki is barelling into her arms, calling her ‘Tsunade-nee’ and bawling his eyes out, and Tsunade shoves everything she thought she knew about reincarnation (it’s only a theory no one’s ever remembered-) out of her mind and focuses on the little boy in her arms, instinct taking over despite her own shock. Her priority is immediately to comfort him and hug him - her own confusion, panic and breakdown can and will wait until her brother is alright.

I really wanted to give them both this moment, this one thing neither of them believed would happen. I had already given Nawaki a moment with family that remembered him - but I had immediately taken it away, letting Tobirama and Hashirama to fade away as Edo Tensei stopped working. The poor boy was traumatised enough: he deserved something nice, and, more than that, he deserved someone that would put him first, over everything else. Someone who would protect him without question, shelter him physically and emotionally, who would love him unconditionnally, which is something Nawaki as Naruto has never had. Genma tries his best, but he’s never been able to make him his first priority, not with his mission load and the Hokage’s order preventing him from taking a more active role in Nawaki’s life. Iruka was distant for a long time, the Ichiraku like him but aren’t exactly active caretakers when it comes to him and the Hokage’s actions are... questionnable. Don’t even get me started on Kakashi and Jiraya.

Hence, Nawaki got his Tsunade-nee back. It doesn’t make everything right in the world again, but it’s certainly one hell of a step forward.

#until their leaves fall off #stereden writes #stereden talks #dvd commentary #naruto #senju nawaki #senju tsunade #Anonymous

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britishassistant · 4 years

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But I Like One Piece (13)

There’s a lot of adults outside the compound.

There’s Ino’s dad, who’s fussing over her a lot, and Chouji’s dad, who waves at her, and a guy with spiky hair and a white chevron on his nose who leaps down from the roofs with Kiba, Akamaru and Sakura under his arms, placing them down before leaping away again.

Bigger Shikamaru then makes a face and pulls the hand on her back away to reveal spots of blood. “What happened here?”

“A trap got set off.” She says. “It was gonna hurt Chouji, so me and Ino got in the way.”

Bigger Shikamaru glances at her suspiciously. “Right. And how did this trap get set off?”

She decides discretion is the better part of valor and shrugs, wincing at the movement. “Lots of tripwires. Hard to tell.”

Bigger Shikamaru gives a slow nod, like he doesn’t quite believe her. “Uh huh. And why were there so many tripwires?”

“Because Uchiha’s scared.” She says, looking the man dead in the eye. “He’s really, really scared of that man coming back to finish the job. And he has no one to look after him, so he’s trying to protect himself. And us. By fighting us to make us stronger, or something. He didn’t explain it well.”

Bigger Shikamaru appears inscrutable during her tirade, but he looks away when she keeps staring pointedly at him, with another muttered “Troublesome.”

The click of a camera shutter has her looking over to see Lee taking pictures of the spiky haired guy and another guy with floppy hair, who are posing dramatically for photos. Kiba’s attempting to photobomb them with little success as Shikamaru watches.

“Right.” Bigger Shikamaru hitches her higher on his hip, raising his voice. “Chouza, can you get the rest of them home? Inoichi and I need to get these two to the hospital.”

Lee insists on coming along with them.

Once they realize what’s going on, Sakura and Chouji beg to come along too. It sort of snowballs from there, so they end up with a gaggle of children and Ino, Shikamaru, and Chouji’s dads causing a bit of a stir when they all enter the hospital’s reception area.

She sees the same nice doctor from when she bit her lip last time, with the blond hair and pink eyes.

The nurse is nowhere to be seen.

She tells the nice doctor she didn’t bite her lip at all, even when it really hurt, while he’s doing something with the green glow to her shoulders that makes them stop hurting.

He pats her head and gives her a lollipop, and then gives extra ones to Kiba, Hinata, Shino, and Sakura with a wink and vague compliments to the mysterious medical experts for their good work.

Kiba doesn’t stop grinning for the rest of the afternoon, Shino’s insects buzz gently which she thinks means he’s happy, and even Hinata seems quietly pleased.

Chouji’s dad walks her, Lee and Sakura home after they get the confirmation that Ino’s going to be fine, while Shikamaru’s dad takes Hinata, Kiba, Shino, and Uchiha.

Sakura’s quiet and subdued the whole way home, lollipop in her cheek, rubbing her fingers together every so often. She gives a weak little “bye” when they drop her off at her house.

Okaa-san looks particularly harried when she opens the door and takes note of the newly-healed marks on her back and the state of her blood-stained and dusty dress.

Her mother sends her upstairs to have a wash and get changed while Chouji’s dad has a talk with her and Otou-san.

By the time she comes back down, Chouji’s dad has gone home and her parents are sitting around the dinner table as Lee shows them his photos.

“Mayu-chan.” Otou-san says, holding up a picture of her and Ino crouched over Chouji with silver streaks soaring past them like deadly shooting stars. “Not that we aren’t proud of you for looking after your friends, but could you work a little harder to avoid getting hurt too please?”

“I’ll try, Otou-san.” She choruses guiltily.

It seems like what happened has become the talk of the village by dinner time.

Though she could be biased because that happens to be the time Gai-sensei bursts in, babbling on about explosions and grievous wounds and youth and her being sick on Anko’s shoes.

This earns her another week-long cooking ban, on the grounds that it might be a bug and not evil chakra that made her throw up.

Even Iruka-sensei brings it up at Ichiraku’s the following night.

“I heard you had an eventful day yesterday.” He says politely while they’re waiting for their noodles. He seems a bit more at ease now Naruto and Lee aren’t there.

“Yeah.” She sighs, tracing the woodgrain with her finger. “It’s just—ugh.”

Iruka-sensei is nice, so he doesn’t chuckle at her little exclamation of disgust and waits for her to explain herself.

“It’s just—” She throws her hands up at not knowing what it “just” is and decides to start over from what she does know. “Uchiha is not a bad person. He’s dumb and awkward and— whatever, but he’s not bad. He’s just scared. And alone. And everyone thinks he knows what he’s doing because the teacher keeps saying he’s a prodigy and that he’s the best at everything—but he has no shi–blooming clue.”

Iruka-sensei nods seriously, brows furrowing, so she continues. “But he doesn’t know that he doesn’t—or he thinks that since everyone’s calling him a prodigy that he’s supposed to. So when he got scared about the man who murdered his clan coming back because of the thieves, he tried to protect himself with the wires and traps, because there’s no adults who’ll defend him. And then he tried to have everyone over to defend us too, because he’s not a bad person, he’s just kinda dumb and paranoid, y’know?”

“I...think I do know, yes.” Iruka-sensei says slowly, like he’s realizing something.

“Yeah—and before me and Naruto went over and cleaned his kitchen, his kitchen was a tip, because he had no idea what to do with all this food people were giving him!” She turns to Teuchi-sama. “I mean, he was just eating white rice and uncooked tomatoes everyday! It was like when I met Naruto, except he had all this food when Naruto had nothing, but he didn’t know what to do with it, so it was all rotting and going to waste!”

Teuchi-sama winces.

“That must’ve stunk something awful!” Ayame-sama chirps.

“Sanji as my witness it did.” She groans, covering her face while Otou-san carefully pats her back.

“Nobody was feeding Naruto?” Iruka-sensei interrupts, brows drawn down.

“Not from what we could see.” Okaa-san replies, daintily sipping at her water. “He’d be chased out of the market. I think Ichiraku’s was the only place he could get a square meal, until Mayu-chan started feeding him.”

Teuchi-sama nods. “He was our favorite customer. Still is, in fact.”

“Mayu with her little lunchboxes.” Otou-sama smiles nostalgically. “Up at the crack of dawn, carrying around those sheets of paper with what he liked and didn’t like on them.”

She squirms, cheeks heating up. “I didn’t know him then.” She complains. “But he was hungry. I couldn’t leave him hungry.”

Teuchi-sama nods approvingly as he slides a bowl of miso ramen in front of her.

Iruka-sensei is quiet while he eats.

“What did you tell him.” Uchiha growls at lunch on Monday.

She blinks in confusion, about to bite into her onigiri. “What did I tell who?”

Uchiha looks pained, his grilled sandwich leaking tomato juice and pesto in his grip.

“The Hokage,” He grits out. “Has determined that I am not suited to living on my own because of something one of you said. So I now have this chunin living in my house and leaving his stupid porn everywhere.”

She winces. “But I haven’t seen the Hokage all weekend. He was with Naruto, and Naruto wasn’t with us.”

“We did hear the explosion.” Naruto pipes up unhelpfully. “It really freaked his mask guys out—we thought the village was under attack or something when we heard it, believe it!”

Sasuke glares at them all, taking a mutinous bite of his sandwich.

“Mayu.” Shikamaru says. “Do you know what my dad does?”

She frowns as she swallows and takes another bite. “Tactician?”

Shikamaru’s smile is slow and spiteful. “He’s the Jounin Squad Leader of Konoha. Second only to the Hokage himself.”

She stops chewing.

Oh. Oh.

Whoops.

Uchiha looks between the two of them, growing redder and redder with each passing second.

“TRAITORS!!!” He howls finally, and flings himself across the table at Shikamaru.

They all get detention again.

She’s really not sure how long the teacher expects to keep justifying things with “you’re friends and supposed to control each other” when he’s the authority figure here.

Though maybe her telling him this wasn’t the best idea.

“Well, you weren’t wrong.” Chouji says loyally.

��Thank you Chouji.” She replies.

“Still a dumb thing to say.” Naruto adds.

She places her hand over his mouth. “Sssh.”

He licks it again.

While they’re wrestling, she hears Sakura ask Uchiha, “Are you gonna be okay, Sasuke-kun?”

Uchiha snorts. “I’ll be fine. I just have to convince the Hokage that I’m strong enough to live on my own. And to do that, I need to get rid of the trespasser in my home.”

“...How are you gonna do that?” Ino asks, sounding a lot more wary than she has in previous Uchiha conversations.

He grunts in a way that conveys indecision, or maybe constipation.

“What if you pranked him?” Naruto suggests from where she’s almost managed to force her spit-contaminated arm to touch his cheek. “I know some pretty good ones that the jerks in the market never saw coming!”

Uchiha pauses.

His lips curl into a slow, cruel smirk.

She’s not privy to all the details, because Naruto is sworn to solemn secrecy by the prankster’s code.

What she does know is that the chunin who leaves his porn everywhere is subjected to potent itching powder in every fabric item he attempts to use, and somehow becomes convinced that the ghosts of the Uchiha clan would curse his family with pimply skin for every generation thereafter if he did not vacate the premises immediately.

Sasuke’s victorious mood is dampened when the Hokage apparently sends a new chunin to live with him the very next day.

This chunin apparently has a bad habit of talking down to children, no matter whether they’re the last remnants of their clan or not, and abusing his new position to bring home “friends”.

Uchiha takes this as a declaration of war.

He ends up mobbed by every cat from here to Kusagakure thanks to a potent mixture of valerian, catnip, and a secret ingredient that Uchiha refuses to divulge which was mixed into his shampoo, conditioner, and body wash in small enough increments to be unnoticeable until it was too late.

The Hokage sends a jounin.

Kiba ends up recruited to the cause.

The jounin somehow ends up ingesting enough laxatives to put a small monkey out of commission, and then has his all-black ensemble and glasses forcibly dyed many colors thanks to the liberal application of industrial-strength paint.

The Hokage sends Anko.

The ensuing carnage results in the statue of the Niidaime losing its nose and has Uchiha lying low for three weeks, alternating between hiding in her and Sakura’s houses and Naruto’s apartment.

A few days before their finals, Uchiha comes in looking oddly...defeated.

“The Hokage and the Council say that unless I accept the next caretaker they provide for me, I’m going to go into the Orphanage and the Uchiha lands will be forfeit.”

Hinata covers her mouth with her hands. Ino and Kiba sit there, silent and slack-jawed. Chouji pushes away his food and Shikamaru actually sits up. Shino’s insects stop buzzing altogether.

“They can’t do that, can they?” Naruto says, looking around for confirmation. “I mean, that’s your home, right? It’s yours.”

“But Sasuke-kun’s technically a ward of state and has to do what they say.” Sakura says slowly. “Until he becomes a genin or comes of age as a civilian.”

“And that’s eighteen or something, right?” She adds with a heavy heart.

Uchiha puts his head down on the table.

“Hey, that’s rough man.” Kiba says, reaching out to pat him on the shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

Akamaru strides down the table and settles himself next to Uchiha’s head, gently licking his cheek until the boy turns and buries his hand in the puppy’s soft fur.

“Did they say who it’ll be?” She asks gently, pushing her BLT over to him.

He shakes his head slowly, lifting the sandwich and taking a bite. “The Hokage only said they’ll be there to greet me after school.”

“Well, whoever they are, they can’t be worse than Anko, right?” Ino says, trying to be upbeat.

Everybody at the table shudders.

They stand with him in solidarity at the end of the Academy day.

The other parents and children look at them strangely, a group of clan kids and a few civilians bunched together around the last Uchiha like a protective barrier, but no one comes forward to try and take him.

It isn’t until the last of them are leaving that someone arrives.

Iruka-sensei comes out of the Academy building, carrying a suitcase.

“Ah, Ketsugi-chan, Lee-kun, Uzumaki-kun!” He says, smiling brightly. “How are you doing?”

“We are well, thank you Iruka-sensei!” Lee says. “We are waiting with Uchiha-kun for his new guardian!”

Iruka-sensei’s eyes soften and he kneels down. “So you’re Sasuke-kun, huh? My name is Umino Iruka. It’s nice to meet you.”

Uchiha averts his eyes and stares stubbornly at the floor.

“I don’t want you in my house.” He says. “But the Hokage says if I don’t I have to go to the Orphanage.”

Iruka-sensei winces. “I heard about that. Do you want me to stay in one of the branch houses then? I just cancelled my apartment contract with my landlord, but I’m sure if I begged hard enough, she’d let me stay there for longer until we sort out what you’re comfortable with.”

Uchiha peers at him suspiciously. “...Okay. Do that.”

Suddenly Iruka-sensei’s stomach gurgles.

He blushes. “Ah, do you mind if we get some food first? There’s a pretty good ramen place I know.”

“Ichiraku’s?” Naruto bursts in eagerly.

“We’re not feeding you.” Uchiha says dismissively, ignoring Naruto’s cry of betrayal.

He begins to stride off down the path, only to turn when the teacher doesn’t follow. “Well? It’s annoying if you’re hungry.”

Iruka-sensei’s mouth quirks into a smile.

Somehow, she thinks as the teacher and boy disappear down the path, discussing one of the pranks that befell his hapless predecessor, this might turn out alright.

It’ll certainly be better than Anko.

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grimmjowkurosakidrake · 5 years

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Daydreams

Sumary: Sequel to Oasis! Team seven is formed and this time around they talk about their dreams for the future.

Rating: T

Characters: Sasuke Uchiha, Sakura Haruno, Naruto Uzumaki, Kakashi Hatake

Relationships: Sasuke Uchiha/Sakura Haruno, Sasuke Uchiha & Naruto Uzumaki, Sakura Haruno & Naruto Uzumaki. Team 7

For the Sasusaku month day 14: Daydreams

Prequel

This new period of his life spent in the academy it’s a distinctly more peaceful and joyful affair than last time. He no longer trains until exhaustion, no longer spends his days alone and bitter waiting for the minutes to pass so he can distance himself from everybody at the academy.

Now he has Naruto, who trains with him everyday, who smiles more often, eats a little healthier and no longer tries to draw attention to himself in boisterous and destructive ways.

In this timeline Sasuke spends most of his time by his side while Itachi, alongside Shisui act as parental figures for the both of them.

Even if he encourages their rivalry, Sasuke now can understand the importance and the beauty of their brotherhood. He now finds enjoyment in their encounters, encourages Naruto to stay the night at the Uchiha compound and to eat dinner with them.

Naruto deserves a good childhood. Just as he did.

Girls still fawn over him and act with a vindictive sort of violence towards Naruto, because as they say “He corrupts Sasuke-kun.” This time around Sasuke is more prone to defend his friend loudly.

Sakura still grows out her hair for that stupid rumour from years ago and she still starts a rivalry with Ino over him.

Sasuke knows that both of their feelings are probably hurt over this, but Sakura’s fight with her best friend is a decisive point in her personality just as his own rivalry with Naruto is a determining factor on his own. She will get back the beautiful friendship they saw bloom a few years ago in the Chunin exams, that friendship he wasn’t there to witness. He’s sure of it.

He smiles charmingly the day of their graduation when Sakura asks if she can take the sit beside him, and half-heartedly glares at Naruto when he stubbornly sits at the girl’s other side. He doesn’t cheer like Sakura and Naruto when Iruka-sensei announces the names on team 7. But he’s definitely more accepting of being on a team this time.

“Should we go out for lunch?” Asks Sakura, when every team leaves the room to do exactly the same. Naruto brightens up at the invite, Sasuke smiles under his high collar.

“Let’s go to Ichiraku’s!“ Suggests Naruto with a wide smile. Sasuke doesn’t hates Ichiraku, per se. It’s just that in this time line being friends with the blond since the very start only means he’s been eating ramen almost everyday since they were ten or less.

“What do you say, Sasuke-kun?” Asks Sakura in turn, avoiding eye contact with her crush and blushing prettily.

“Maybe we should go to the Dango stand near the academy.” He suggests smirking towards Naruto. “They have the best Sakura mochi in town, and they make good Bento boxes, the black tea there is also good.” Lists the raven haired boy “I heard you liked sweets.”

Sakura squeals to the skies, Naruto growls at him in clear annoyance. Sasuke can’t stop smirking at his rival until he arrives at his brother’s favourite Dango stand and the sickly-sweet smell of the sweets hit him right on.

In the Dango stand Sasuke orders rice balls and black tea, he also orders korokke and tempura shrimp with soy and sweet-sour sauce for the table when he remembers the long wait to follow after dinner. If there’s something he definitely didn’t miss from his childhood days, it was Kakashi’s lateness.

Sakura orders a plate of three mitarashi dango sticks in brown sauce with a bowl of Sakura mochi and some green tea. She daintily eats her sweets, conscious of the boys near her. Even when Sasuke knows that she’s a messy eater. Especially when she likes the food.

Naruto tries to order ramen to no avail and when he fails, he settles for a plate of three coloured dango sticks with honey sauce. He also buys some deep-fried tofu rice balls and the biggest bento box they have.

“Hey! Do you know who will be our Jonin teacher?” Asks Naruto loudly, talking with his mouth full of mochi.

“And how could we know, moron?” The insult and the lie come naturally for him after years of friendship with Naruto and years of faking innocence.

“I for one would like a female teacher!” Pipes out Sakura cheerfully, completely forgetting her previous manners.

“Really now.” Sakura never complained about Kakashi further than her grouchiness at his tendency to arrive late for everything.

“Yes! I’ve heard from some the older girls that male teachers are more likely to neglect their Kunoichi’s training.” She says as if she was giving him a lesson “I believe that is the reason there aren’t many active Kunoichi working for the hidden villages, well, that and maternity alongside the quantity of honeypot missions we’re forced to do in comparison with shinobi.”

“We won’t let our teacher neg-neglect you, Sakura-chan!” Promises Naruto loudly yet struggling with Sakura’s terminology. “We’ll become the dream team, you’ll see!”

“Moreover we can train together, the Uchiha compound is always open for us to train in and I can assure you that even if idiotic, my cousin Shisui is anything but chauvinistic.”

“Itachi-nii and Shisui are the strongest!” Gushes Naruto “We’ll become just like them and nothing will stop us!”

“You know, Naruto…” blushes Sakura smiling sadly “I think I was wrong about you. I thought you were just this inconsiderate, problematic child but you’re really kind and think I should be nicer to you from now on.” Her smile is real and kind when she directs her happy eyes at Naruto blushing face. “Because we’re a team now, right?”

Sasuke suddenly remembers the reason he allowed himself to fall in love with the woman this little girl will eventually grow into. He knows it will be easier now. Sakura has always been a great girl. Cute, too, of course. But her strengths and the maturity of her mind and soul has always been an attractive characteristic of hers for Sasuke.

He also liked that she was an angry girl.

With a sigh he steps up to pay for the whole group. “We should go back.” He instructs listlessly hiding his hands on his pockets. “Our teacher may be waiting.”

He was not.

Kakashi as expected doesn’t arrive early or even at the right time, Sasuke decides to sit out and wait patient. While Naruto decides to play a prank on their future teacher. Sakura as the last time, acts as if she isn’t enjoying Naruto’s childhood behavior.

When Kakashi enters the room the eraser falls onto his head with a funny plop sound. Naruto practically rolls over from laughing. This time Sakura doesn’t play coy with her new teacher, she hides her face away from Kakashi, and smiles.

“Well my first impression of you kids.” Hums Kakashi “Is that I don’t like you.” The statement doesn’t fall as hard now as it did before. Sasuke remembers being a young prodigy and never before being told he was less than that. It was ground-breaking in a way, but now it fells almost cathartic, being around people as full of love and forgiveness as Naruto and Sakura can be misguiding. Kakashi has always been brutally honest.

They eventually are forced to leave because the academy wouldn’t allow them to be inside the classrooms past school hours, so they settle for talking over on the rooftop.

“Well, tell me a little about yourselves,” requests Kakashi with a smile hidden by his mask.

“Something like what?” Mutters Sakura looking at her teacher distrustfully.

“Like your name, your likes, your dislikes, your hobbies and your dreams about your future.”

“Hey! You should introduce yourself first!” Suggests Naruto.

“Yeah! You look kind of suspicious…” Agrees Sakura.

“Well my name is Kakashi Hatake, I have no desire to tell you my likes and dislikes… And about my dreams, hum…” He ponders. “Well I have a lot of hobbies.”

“So all he told us…” She says sweat-dropping and holding her slender legs against her chest, “was his name.”

“Well it’s your turn now, let’s start from the right!”

“Yes! My name is Naruto Uzumaki, what I like is cup ramen, but what I like even more is when Iruka-sensei pays for my ramen!” Smiles Naruto, “What I don’t like is waiting those 3 minutes for my ramen to be ready, I also like is hanging out with Sasuke and his family in the Uchiha district and someday… I’m going to become Hokage and so everyone will have to acknowledge my existence!”

At least that surprises even Kakashi. “I see…” He says scratching his hair “Next.”

This is different for Sasuke, this time he’s not consumed with hatred and blood hunger. “My name is Uchiha Sasuke,” he says, “I like to train mainly, I also like to spend time with my brother and the idiot, I guess…” He sighs “I dislike many things but what I dislike the most are sweets. I don’t have many hobbies, I train and learn about the clan, sometimes I like to feed the cats and the crows.” At least now, “And as for my dreams… I want to have a normal life, I want to become strong enough to protect my loved ones and live in peace.”

This time, he thinks, things will be different.

“And the girl?”

“Well what I like… the one I like is…” She stops herself looking coyly at Sasuke while blushing. “My dreams for the future is…”

“And your hobbies, Sakura?” Asks Sasuke staring directly at her blushing face “What do you like to do?”

“I like to read!” She squeals happily “I like to learn new things.” This isn’t news for him, Sakura has always been a smart girl, but it’s nice to hear it from her.

“And your dislikes, Sakura-chan?” Asks Naruto.

“Feeling weak” Confesses she sadly. “I guess my dream is to be stronger.”

Kakashi ends their meeting there, giving them the instructions for their survival exercise the next morning.

This time around Sasuke and Naruto accompany Sakura to her home, she smiles gracefully and thanks them with a parting hug.

It feels right.

#Sasuke Uchiha #sasusaku #sasusaku fic #naruto uzumaki #Team seven fic #time travel fic #Sakura Haruno #Sasusaku month #Sasusaku month 2019 #Ssm19

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radkoko · 5 years

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Cooking for You

Iruka is not a great cook.... Day 3: Meals

Link to Ao3

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When Iruka opened the door, the first thing he heard was Kakashi inhaling, “Ma, Sensei. That smells amazing.

Iruka looked back at the table where he’d laid out his dinner. “I was just about to eat...Did you want to join me?” There was enough to share, although he’d intended those to be leftovers he was sure he could spare some for one specific handsome jounin.

“Really?” Kakashi asked, his eyes glowing in a way Iruka hadn’t seen before, “You’re sure I wouldn’t be intruding?”

Iruka shook his head, “Never. Besides it’s far more enjoyable to eat with others. I haven’t had anyone to share dinner with since Naruto left with Jiraiya. It’s...been a bit lonely,” Iruka admitted. He tried to keep that to himself most of the time, but Iruka felt he could tell Kakashi this. Being around Kakashi made Iruka want to tell him everything.

Iruka stepped aside and welcomed Kakashi into his apartment. He closed the door and grabbed a second plate for Kakashi to eat off of while Kakashi took off his shoes and joined him at the table.

They talked through how classes had been going for Iruka, and how Kakashi was doing going back to missions. It hadn’t been the easiest transition when Sasuke left, Team 7 falling apart was pretty hard on Kakashi it seemed. Iruka was deep into the conversation, but made sure to look away when Kakashi wanted to eat. He did it out of habit, although he knew Kakashi could be a fast eater if their trips to Ichiraku’s with Naruto was anything to go off of.

After filling themselves with food, leaving only a scant few left overs, Kakashi got up to leave.

He stopped, and pulled something out of his flak vest, “I forgot. I came over to give you this letter from Naruto.” Kakashi offered Iruka the folded paper.

Iruka smiled at the messy handwriting excited to catch up on Naruto’s journey. “Thank you, I look forward to reading it.”

“I should be heading out,” Kakashi continued towards the door, “I have a mission to prep for, but I’ll look forward to doing this again after I’m back.”

The smile on Iruka’s face grew, “I’d like that.”

“It was delicious, thank you,” Kakashi said before disappearing into the evening.

~~~

When Kakashi arrived in the mission room to hand in his report, Iruka hoped it meant that another dinner was in store. So that night when Kakashi appeared at his door, hungry for dinner, Iruka was more prepared with an appropriate amount of food for them to eat.

They talked about Kakashi’s mission, at least what he could disclose of it, and what interesting gossip had spread through Konoha while he was out. It wasn’t quite the same as hearing Naruto babble on about Team 7, but it still felt right.

After they’d had their fill Kakashi stood up to leave, “It's been nice to talk, but I’m a bit tired out from the mission, so I’m going to head home a little early.

Iruka nodded, understanding the need for recovery after a few days out of the village. There were times when he felt like he needed that just from a particularly stressful day at the academy.

“Thanks for coming by to see me. I enjoyed the company.”

“I did too,” Kakashi replied with a smile, or at least it seemed like that from behind the mask.

“Good night,” Iruka walked him to the door.

“Night Iruka, you’re a great cook.”

Before Iruka could process the words Kakashi was off into the night.

‘Great cook?’ Iruka wondered to himself.

His jaw almost hit the floor. Kakashi though he’d cooked that food? Iruka couldn’t cook anywhere near that well, to be honest he was lucky if he could make a stew.

Iruka looked at the table. It was filled with serving dishes, probably every last one he owned. He guessed that was why Kakashi didn’t realize it was takeout. That was all a happenstance of Iruka hating to eat directly out of to-go boxes. It was so disappointing to eat out of the boxes, so putting the food out on serving dishes made him happy.

Now after two dinners he’d have to tell Kakashi the truth. Maybe he’d continue to come by, but maybe he wouldn’t… Iruka didn’t really want to disappoint Kakashi.

Maybe he could keep the secret, maybe just a little longer.

Who would even know?

~~~

They had dinner two more times before Iruka started to regret pretending to cook for Kakashi.

“This is stupid…” Iruka reprimanded himself.

He knew he should just tell Kakashi, but the same question came back to him, would Kakashi still come back?

Iruka didn’t know, and there was just something in the way Kakashi smiled -it was all in his eyes- when he asked about dinner that Iruka couldn’t say no.

So that was how Iruka found himself carrying home food for the third time in preparation for dinner with Kakashi, even though he’d promised himself he wouldn’t do this again.

He’d been so caught up in his thoughts that he already ran into a few people in the crowded parts of town, at least here was quite while he continued to sort through his thoughts. Without warning Iruka got knocked into by a speeding scarf and his teammates.

One of them yelled out a sorry, but it was too late and Iruka’s food was flying in the air from the updraft as they sped past. He was poised to catch the shaken up food, but was pushed aside once again by an out of breath Ebisu.

“Sorry, Iruka!” he wheezed out as he continued after the kids.

There Iruka was staring at the jumbled contents of his dinner strewn out across the street.

If he wasn’t an adult, Iruka would have started crying. It wasn’t just the disappointment of having to figure out dinner now, but there was also the cost of the wasted food that hurt him. It wasn’t easy to have to put a full dinner for two into the trash.

“Sensei?” Kakashi’s voice cut through Iruka’s thoughts.

Iruka looked up from where he was kneeling on the ground trying to pick up the food.

Now he really wanted to cry.

Iruka felt the bubble of a laugh escape him. He couldn’t help himself after what they last few minutes of absurdity had been. It was just his luck that Kakashi would come across this disaster. He didn’t realize his laughs had turned into sobs until he saw the worry on Kakashi’s face.

“Iruka?” Kakashi’s hand settled tentatively on Iruka’s shoulder, “Are you ok?”

Iruka started to wipe away the tears, and trying to get his emotions back under control.

Well… might as well tell Kakashi everything.

“I can’t cook,” Iruka said it plain and simple.

“Huh?” It was clear that Kakashi didn’t understand the connection.

“I’m a terrible cook, Kakashi.” Iruka said again, “Every time you’ve come over, it’s been takeout food. The first few times weren’t on purpose, but when you told me how good it was… I didn’t know what to do.”

Kakashi looked down at the boxes and Iruka could see everything piece together.

“Dinner?” Kakashi asked pointing to the spilled food.

Iruka nodded. “Naruto’s protege went running off that way,” Iruka pointed towards a cloud of moving dust that continued along at top speed.

He let out a sigh and continued to pick up the food off the ground. “I’ll understand if you aren’t interested in dinner anymore.”

Kakashi squatted down in front of Iruka and held his hands, “I wasn’t coming over for just the food…”

Iruka eyed him, not sure he could believe that Kakashi would be interested in spending time with him.

“I have an idea, why don’t you finish cleaning up here, and I’ll meet you at your place in a few.”

Kakashi didn’t really give him the opportunity to say no, disappearing a second later.

Iruka picked up the remaining boxes and tossed them in a trash can nearby. He wasn’t quite sure what Kakashi had planned which made him a bit nervous. Was it good? Or would it be something bad? He couldn’t imagine Kakashi doing something that would upset him further at this point, but it was still enough unknown that Iruka dawdled on his way home, not quite ready to find out what this mysterious idea was.

When he reached his apartment, Iruka saw his window all lit up. Iruka made his way to his front door, opening it to find Kakashi already inside.

“Welcome home,” Kakashi said from his place at the stove.

Iruka felt his cheeks heat up from the intimacy of it. He’d never had anyone to greet him when he got home, it almost felt like he came home to a significant other after a long day at work.

He walked over to Kakashi, watching the practiced moves as he prepared the meal.

“I learned to cook after my father died,” Kakashi explained, “The best meals were when I cooked for my teammates. It always tastes better when there’s someone to share it with.”

Iruka couldn’t help the smile from spreading across his face, “I think so too…”

He watched Kakashi cook, it was entracing.

“I’m sorry I lied,” Iruka apologized, “I just enjoyed spending the time with you.”

“Well I have a proposal for you. I’ll cook for us whenever you want to have dinner,” Kakashi offered, “Or you can still get take out. It just won’t be a secret anymore.”

“I’d like that,” Iruka replied.

“Good,” Kakashi smiled again under his mask. It was getting easier for Iruka to tell the difference. “I’ve enjoyed spending time with you too, Iruka.”

Iruka’s face was on fire, he must have been standing too close to the stove top, so he took the opportunity to set the table.

Kakashi served up their dinner, and they started their conversations up as if nothing had changed.

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dimancheetoile · 6 years

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for we are lost

Written for @shikasaku-week day 4: Gift/Ability

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Part 1 of ?

In the end, Sasuke never leaves the village.

Thing is, above all, Sasuke is a creature of justice. That's why he's so obsessed with Naruto, who oozes fairness from every pore of his small body. He wants justice for his clan, justice for his family, he wants to kill that madman who decided he had any right to destroy his life. Justice.

When they come back from Wave, a message is waiting at the gates for Sakura. It's Haruno Clan matters, and as clan business, it takes precedence over her mission report. Officially, because there is a jōnin on her team who can do it in her place. Off-record, because clans have too much of a hold on village politics.

Sakura waves goodbye to her team and disappears at the corner of a street.

They never see her again.

She doesn't show up for training the next day. She doesn't come to team dinner at Ichiraku in the evening. The day after, she misses training again. This time, Kakashi makes it their mission to track her down.

Official records state that her birth family was killed during the Kyūbi's attack. She lives in the Haruno Estate. When they ask for her at the Estate, no one seems to know who they're talking about. They ask servants, clan members, but no one can remember a Haruno Sakura.

They go to the Academy. Sasuke and Naruto browse their files for hours, waiting until the teachers' room is empty to look. Kakashi draws the teachers out and ask them about Sakura. Iruka gives him a puzzled look and assures him he never had a student named Sakura. The files don't mention her either.

It's like she never existed. Kurenai and Asuma don't know who they're talking about. In team 8, only Kiba seems to know of a pink-haired girl, though he can't tell them where he met her. Chōji is just as confused, but when Sasuke asks Shikamaru and Ino, both remember perfectly well their classmate.

So they take them aside, and they explain everything. When they tell Asuma, he can't quite place her, but he has knowledge of Sakura's existence. Hinata tells them she remembers talking to her one, in class.

Kakashi takes it up with the Sandaime.

His only answer is a blank look and a strict order to forget about it.

The next day, there is an ANBU trailing him when he goes to speak with his team. So he repeats what Sarutobi said and waits until the ANBU leaves to tell the truth.

Sakura is gone, and everyone is trying their best to erase her from history.

In the end, Sasuke never leaves the village. He's too busy seeking justice for his forgotten teammate.

Team 7 remains a three-men squad for four years. Sasuke and Naruto are both chūnin now, and so is the rest of their promotion. Only Shikamaru and Kiba made jōnin in the last year. They regularly meet to talk about Sakura, because they noticed that the least they mention her, the quicker they forget.

One day, Shikamaru is leaving the jōnin station and he passes by the Academy on his way home. He stops instantly when he hears a teacher's call.

“Haruno-kun! You forgot your bag!”

He turns around in a flash, looking frantically around. It doesn't take him long to spot the child. It's a little girl, pink-hair and fair skin, big, brown eyes zeroing on her teacher. She's ten at most, almost at the end of her Academy years. Her back is sporting the white and red crest they all used to see on Sakura's back.

Shikamaru leans against a wall, hidden in his beloved shadows, and waits for the child to pass by him. His hand flashes through a sign, and the girl stops. He goes around her frozen body and kneels in front of her.

“Hello there! I'm Shikamaru. You teacher told me great things about you, so I thought I'd come and show you my special technique. It's called the shadow manipulation, and it lets me take control of people.”

He releases the girl in the next second, and she looks at him with wide, excited eyes.

“Do you have any abilities of your own, Haruno-kun? Maybe we can share!”

He feels uncomfortable. They never taught him to manipulate children, and yet here he is. Using techniques normally meant for enemy shinobi on a little girl, just because of her name. He just wants her talking about her clan.

“Yeah!” She says in a high-pitched voice. “Tōrin-kun helps me in class sometimes.”

Shikamaru frowns. “Did he teach you a jutsu?”

“No, no!” She laughs. “Tōrin-kun is my jutsu! Do you have one too?”

His blood is turning into ice. “One what?”

“A voice in your head, like Tōrin-kun. Kāchan told me everyone has one.”

“I- I don't have one. You're lucky, Haruno-kun.”

“That's alright,” she smiles. “I know Sakura's dad didn't have one either.”

Shikamaru stops breathing. His heart is beating so fast he can't hear anything past the blood rushing through his veins.

“Sakura, uh?” He says, his voice shaking. “You think I can talk to her? Maybe show her my shadow manipulation, too?”

“Oh yeah, she'd really like that! She's super strong, you know? She has all those important missions with the Hokage and stuff.”

“Well how about that, Haruno-kun. Why don't you bring me to Sakura next time she's in town? I'll be waiting for you at the Academy every day, and I'll even teach you some stuff. Deal?”

“Deal!”

The girl laughs, high fiving him with a grin. He waves goodbye and she runs off, happy and carefree. And his ticket to finding their lost friend.

The door to the Uchiha Estate slides open so hard the wood cracks. Naruto and Sasuke are on their feet in an instant, kunai in hand.

“What the hell, Shikamaru?!”

The Nara doesn't let him continue. “I found Sakura.”

Sasuke drops to the floor, like he was struck. Naruto absent-mindedly pats his head, but he's staring at Shikamaru without blinking.

“I was at the Academy, and there was a Haruno girl, so I talked to her and she mentioned Sakura and I'm scheduled to meet with her soon and—”

Shikamaru doesn't realize how hard he's shaking until Naruto's hand slides inside of his. He looks at their joined fingers with wide, wild eyes.

“I found Sakura,” he repeats. “We didn't—”

“We didn't imagine her,” Sasuke whispers.

They didn't. And now it's time to prove it.

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sufferthesea · 7 years

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Puppy Love

Kakashi Week 2017 - Prompt: “I hate to do this, but please call me Hokage-sama this time”

Not feeling this one 100%, but I think it’s the best it’s going to get. Is Kakashi slightly OOC? Idk, I haven’t seen him as Hokage yet ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Rating: General Words: 2.416 Read on ao3

Kakashi could barely contain the gasp of surprise when his eyes landed on the tiny puppy walking through the crowds towards one of the food stands. Iruka’s words fell on deaf ears as Kakashi gawked at the tiny animal, its paws padding along the dirt road, its little ears flopping around as it bounded eagerly to keep at the heels of its owner. Not even Naruto’s extremely loud voice in his ear was able to draw his attention away. As soon as the pup was swallowed up in the legs of the crowd, Kakashi turned to Iruka, his eyes wide and serious.

“I need you to do something for me.”

“What? I - Kakashi! I’m in the middle of going over some really important things that you need to —”

“Do you see where we are?” Kakashi cut in, motioning towards the open street lined with booths. “You showed up in my office to talk to me, and I left my office and you followed. And you brought Naruto with you. If I’m not in my office, then I don’t have to listen to anything work-related.”

“That’s not how that works!” Iruka shouted, clutching his stack of papers in his hands. “You’re Hokage now, and as that, you must —”

“Keep your voice down - I don’t want people to …” Kakashi stopped, whipping around to see if he could see the dog. “Wait, that’s a great idea! Thanks, Iruka.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Kakashi-sensei,” Naruto spoke up, folding his arms across his chest and scrunching up his face, “what are you looking at? Oh! Did you see a cute girl? Ha, even as the Hokage you’re just as perverted as ever —”

“Follow me,” Kakashi said, hurrying off. “This’ll only work with you two. I don’t look the part.”

“What do you mean?” Iruka asked, gathering up the rest of his papers and rushing after the other man. “Look what part?”

Instead of answering, Kakashi slipped into the crowd of festival-goers. Iruka growled in annoyance, turned to Naruto and barked, “Follow him! I have to get through these papers before this weekend!”

The two rushed after Kakashi, trying their best to catch up to the man who seemed to have disappeared among the sea of bodies. Naruto hesitated in front of a takoyaki stand but Iruka grabbed his collar and shoved him forward. ”Keep going! He’s given me the slip one too many times; but not this time! He can’t avoid his responsibilities forever.”

“There he is!” Naruto called, pointing above the crowds at the silver head of hair moving swiftly through two groups of people heading in opposite directions. “He’s near the barbecue pork stand - oh, that sounds really good… Iruka-sensei, can’t we stop for something to eat?”

“If you can catch Kakashi, then I’ll buy you Ichiraku —”

Naruto sprinted down the road, leaving Iruka behind in a cloud of dust. When he caught up to the Copy Ninja, Naruto reached out and grabbed his arm. “Sensei! What are you doing? I mean, I understand not wanting to do paperwork, but I think you’re annoying Iruka-sensei — and he’s scarier than Grandma Tsunade when he’s angry.”

“Shh,” Kakashi said, throwing up his index finger.

“Wha —”

“I said shh!”

Naruto huffed and turned to see where Kakashi’s gaze had landed. When he saw a pair of long legs dressed in sensible heels and framed by the short hem of a summer dress, Naruto let out a devious snicker and nudged Kakashi in the side.

“I knew it! You’re still an old perv, sensei! Don’t worry, I’m sure even Iruka wouldn’t complain about her. Do you know her? She doesn’t look like a ninja —”

Iruka grabbed Kakashi’s shoulder tightly and pulled him around, looking at him right in the eyes with a deadly glare. “You - can’t - run - forever - Kakashi -!”

“I have a favor I need to ask of you,” the silver-haired man cut in, obviously not paying attention to what the younger ninja was saying.

“Wh-What? A favor?”

“Yes, I …” Kakashi paused, looking up towards the sky. Naruto looked up too but saw nothing. “I hate to do this, but …”

“No you don’t,” muttered Iruka, shoving his papers under his arm. “What is it?”

“Please call me Hokage-sama this time.”

“ … what?”

Kakashi’s face burned hot with shame as he turned back towards the crowd and spotted the puppy sitting at the feet of its owner, who was resting at an outdoor table of a cafe. “I’m going to walk by that table and I’d like f-for you … t-to please call me … Hokage-sama. Just this once!”

“What are you up to?” Iruka frowned, scanning the crowds. His eyes fell on the young woman sitting at the table, her attention pulled into the pages of a book. He sighed irritably and planted his feet firmly in the ground. “Absolutely not. I am not going to be part of some - some - some scheme for you to flirt with a civilian! If you want to talk to her, then go do it! But don’t pull us into it!”

“What are you talking about?” Kakashi gave Iruka a puzzled look. “Just - nevermind. Naruto!”

“Yes, sensei?”

“You do it. When I walk by the table, call me Hokage-sama.”

“Uh … sure thing.”

Kakashi took a deep breath to steady himself, straightened out the front of his flak jacket and started off at a moderate pace towards the cafe, Naruto by his side.

“Okay,” Kakashi hissed out of the corner of his mouth, “you can start talking now.”

Naruto threw his hands to the back of his neck and grinned widely. “Jeez, Kakashi-sensei you sure seem nervous. This girl’s got you acting all funny! I didn’t think she was that cute, but —”

“Hokage-sama, just call me Hokage-sama,” Kakashi muttered frantically as they got closer to the table.

“Huh? Oh, right. So, Hokage-sama, thanks for running off, actually - Iruka was going to try to get me to do paperwork too and -”

“Naruto, call me Hokage-sama now —”

“— and I really didn’t want to. Also, I think you’ve gotten slower in your old age! I was able to catch up to you easily! Good thing too, because I’m hungry - and broke - but Iruka-sensei said he’d buy me —”

“Naruto, now —”

“Huh? Now what?”

“Naruto!” Kakashi stopped and turned, his eyes narrowed threateningly at the younger ninja. “You’re supposed to call me Hokage-sama when we’re passing by the table! So she can hear you say it!”

“I thought I did that —”

Kakashi turned Naruto and pointed at the spot they’d been when Naruto had called him ‘Hokage’. “Don’t do it when we’re 10 feet away! Do it right in front of her! Okay? Now we have to go back and do it again.”

“Jeez, sensei. You must really like this girl! You’re putting a lot of effort into this.”

“Just - you know what? I’m going to go stand in front of the table and you can just come up to me and address me as Hokage-sama.”

“Alright.”

Kakashi strode over to the table, turning so his back was to the woman, and crossed his arms with a subtle nod to the blonde ninja. Naruto quickly hurried over, grinning widely.

“Hey! Hokage-sama! What’s up?”

Kakashi sensed the woman behind him stiffen and turn her head slightly towards him. Under her breath she muttered, “Hokage …?”

“Naruto,” he replied calmly, giving a more definite nod to the boy. “How are your missions going?”

“Huh? Mi - oh! Fine, Hokage-sama! Just fine! You sure assign a lot of them, though, since you’re the Hokage!”

Subtle, Kakashi sighed. If Naruto threw around the title too much then it’d seem fake. Kakashi gave a gentle but firm pat to Naruto’s shoulder.

“That’s good to hear! You know, I’m actually kind of busy right now - but if you want to talk more, feel free to stop by my office anytime, alright?”

“Hu —?” Before Naruto could finish questioning why Kakashi was stopping him, he was shoved away in the direction of a fuming Iruka. Kakashi threw a glance at the girl who was sitting up straight now, her eyes focused on him. When she noticed him looking at her, she fumbled with her book and dropped it in her lap, giving a nervous giggle.

“H-H-Hi!” she stuttered, feeling her cheeks burn as Kakashi turned to face her. She gave a slight bow where she sat, her hands trembling against the cover of her book. “Did I … I mean, not to pry but … did I hear that right? Are you really … the Hokage?”

“Hm? Yes - I’m the Rokudaime Hokage.”

The woman let out another halting laugh and stood up suddenly, giving a deeper bow. “Wow! I - I’ve heard so much about the Hokage - most of my clients are ninja! But I never thought I’d meet him, er, you … This is such an honor —”

“Who’s this?”

She looked up to see Kakashi knelt in front of her, eagerly patting the head of the small puppy at her feet. Taking this as an opportunity to get to know him better, the woman crouched beside him and smiled warmly. “This is Kibble, isn’t he just the cutest? I adopted him about a month ago. Do you have dogs?”

“Ah, yes, a few.”

“That’s wonderful! Maybe,” she pushed her hair out of her face and casually pets the puppy’s back, hoping maybe hers and Kakashi’s hands would brush against one another, “maybe … they can have a play date?”

“Hm,” was all he said. He continued to scratch behind the small dog’s floppy ears, raking his short nails over its head and under its chin, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiled genuinely from behind his mask. The puppy seemed to be just as in love and leapt up, planting its much too large front paws on Kakashi’s thigh, and buried its head into his arm, trying to fling itself fully into Kakashi’s chest.

“Wow! He really likes you,” the girl sighed, catching cautionary glimpses of a rather distracted Kakashi. “Now I really think our dogs ought to have a play date! We could - uhm, you know - m-meet here at the cafe, too. You with your dogs … me with mine … together … j-just a regular old doggy play date.”

Kakashi was not listening. At all. He was completely enraptured with the tiny warm body nestling against his inner thigh, wiggling excitedly between his legs and playfully leaping on his sandal, nibbling on Kakashi’s exposed toes.

“So … do you have people who walk your dogs for you? Since I’m sure you’re so busy as Hokage!” She gave another laugh, reaching out to pet her own dog only to be met with the pup slithering away to hide behind Kakashi. “Oh, uh - well … Guess he likes you … a lot …”

Kakashi was now cradling the puppy in his arms and it was giving him eager kisses all across his mask, and even leaving a sloppy trail of affection over his eye, making the hair of his eyebrow stick flat against his forehead. The dog wiggled upwards and planted its paws on Kakashi’s shoulders, nipping at his ear and tugging at the dark cloth of his hitai-ate.

“What are you dogs’ names?” the woman asked, trying to hide the exasperated sigh crawling up her throat.

Now, somehow, the puppy was lying across Kakashi’s head, its back paws kicking against Kakashi’s forehead as it scrambled for purchase in his wild silver locks. Kakashi let out a soft laugh and let the puppy roll off of his head and into his awaiting arms.

For the next five minutes, the woman tried with increasing frustration to get the attention of the Hokage, but to no avail. His total attention was on the loving dog in his arms, nuzzled up under his chin, giving wet kisses to his clothed neck. The young woman had never felt such jealousy towards a dog before.

Iruka and Naruto were standing a ways off, staring in bewilderment.

“Did he …” Naruto began, watching as Kakashi brushed off the woman’s comments and kept snuggling up with the animal. “Did he use us … to pet a dog?”

Iruka felt his eye twitch and he gripped the papers in his hands tight enough to crumple them. “Unbelievable … We’ll never get him back in the office.”

“I’ll go get him,” offered Naruto as he slipped from Iruka’s side and headed for the crouching jonin and the irate woman. “Hey, uh, Hokage-sama?”

The woman’s eyes snapped to Naruto and he reeled back, feeling the fury behind her glare. Oh, Kakashi-sensei, if this woman ever sees you again …

“Hm? Oh, Naruto. What are you still doing here?” Kakashi asked, seemingly pulled out of a daydream.

Ugh, talk about puppy love, Naruto thought, frowning. “You’re really needed back at the office! You are the Hokage, after all.”

“Right …” Kakashi sighed heavily, turned around to give the puppy another squeeze and a gentle pat between its ears. “See you around,” he said as he stood and the woman scooped up the dog in her arm, glaring daggers at the oblivious ninja. Grabbing her book, she stormed off in the opposite direction, scaring a crowd of people into parting like the Red Sea when she headed towards them.

“I don’t think she wants to see you again,” Naruto said off-handedly, watching as the woman kicked up a dust storm behind her.

“Huh? I was talking to the dog. Why? Did she say something about meeting up?”

Iruka joined them and shoved the papers in Kakashi’s slobber-covered face. “Here! You need to go over these papers as soon as possible. You still have a ton of missions to assign, reports to read, and there’s a treaty you’re supposed to go over before the end of this week —”

Kakashi rolled his eyes back up to the sky, tuning out the irritating list of things he had to do once he got back to the office. He knew Naruto and Iruka meant well, but they both could be so annoying. He hardly noticed that their small group was moving again, back towards the Hokage Building, back to stacks of unfinished paperwork, back to not finding time to read Icha Icha, back to being locked up in a stuffy room all day. He was already dreading it - but more than that, he was already dreaming of the next time he’d get to see Kibble.

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spacecadetal · 4 years

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New Blood (a Kakashi Hatake x OC fic) - Chapter Four

Warnings: Use of violence, violence, use of knives, swearing, drinking, death mention, death

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Previous Chapter

The intel mission Kakashi had been sent on recently was basic, easy. Collecting information and turning it into the middleman the client had sent on their behalf, just as he was instructed to. Though the information that had come to light was certainly interesting, Kakashi stopped thinking about it as soon as the mission had ended. He had done his part and that’s all that mattered.

Stopping by Tsunade’s office before he made his way home, he was surprised to see her alert and actually working for a change.

“Kakashi, how was the mission?” she asked, piles of paperwork around her on her desk, looking around frantically for a file or piece of paper living somewhere on her desk.

“Successful, without a hitch”

“I’m glad to hear. I’ve put you on rest for a couple days to help recoup. We might need you for some bigger missions next week”

“Is that all?”

“Yes, that’s all Kakashi. Thanks for stopping in” she said, waving him out so she could continue rummaging for a certain file.

Three days of rest before he goes back to missions. Three days was better than no days he supposed. Despite being a highly skilled shinobi, Kakashi was starting to feel a little worn out. Sure missions were good and he enjoyed being active and out of the house but sometimes he just craved the ability to do nothing at all. For his mental health and physical health.

He began to make a mental list of all the things he could do now he was at home on rest. Read a book, even if he already read the same one over a hundred times now. Sleep until ten in the morning, sometimes Kakashi hadn’t done for a while now. Maybe he could just stroll around the village, give Gai a fright, watch the stars from the cliffs at night. Activities one may seem as mundane but the shinobi couldn’t help what he enjoyed.

As he walked the streets of Konoha, itching to get home, his stomach growled. There was a dire need to bathe and sleep but his stomach was right, it was time to eat. Feeling a little lazy, Kakashi thought to stop by Ramen Ichiraku. It was on the way to his apartment and he figured he deserved a night off from cooking after that mission.

Kakashi could barely get a foot into the place when he had felt arms wrap around his waist.

“Kakashi-sensei!” Naruto yelled, greeting his past mentor.

“So you made it home alive then” Kakashi said, ruffling the kid’s hair. He was glad Naruto was back in the village safe.

“You know it! We’re having ramen and Sakura is telling me about her teacher, come join us!”

Kakashi was going to grab a bite here anyway, checking in with his past pupils wouldn’t hurt either. He was curious to see how Sakura was handling her lessons with Maia, even if she only had one lesson so far. Perhaps Sakura telling him everything was just fine would help Kakashi begin to start trusting the outside properly. Maybe it could help the other shinobi in the village too.

“Kakashi-sensei! Are you joining us?” Sakura asked as Kakashi sat on the stool next to her.

“Yes I am. How was your first lesson, Sakura? I'm sorry I can’t mentor you anymore”

“No worries Kakashi-sensei, Maia is really nice. She hasn’t taught me much yet but we had a play fight and she’s giving me pointers”

“You had a play fight with her?”

“Yeah, what's the big deal? We fight with you all the time Kakashi” Naruto chirped in.

“Yeah it's okay, she went really easy on me. She just wanted to see how I fought. Even though I kinda don’t” Sakura said, her voice dropping off at the last part of her sentence.

“How was your mission Kakashi?” Naruto asked, slurping up his ramen.

“It was fine, a very uneventful mission”

“But wasn’t it A Grade?” Sakura asked.

“Yes, it was” Kakashi sighed, a bowl of ramen appearing in front of him.

The steam of the freshly cooked meal was wafting up his nose, it smelt heavenly. Better than anything he had eaten for the last couple of days. Before Kakashi could distract Sakura and Naruto so he could eat his ramen without his mask, a voice did the job for them.

“Sakura, I’m glad to see you have an appetite after our fight”

Maia.

Kakashi had almost felt a little bad about Shinobi Night. Seeing as she just walked out without saying a word to anyone, let alone Iruka. Iruka eventually had come back after Maia had left, confused and looking around for her. Eventually asking the group if they had seen her. Kakashi had a suspicion she had heard his group, well Kurenai, talking about her, hence her sudden departure.

“Are you Sakura’s new teacher?” Naruto asked excitedly, it was nice seeing new faces around the village.

“Yes, I’m Maia” she smiled politely.

“You should come eat ramen with us!”

The invitation to eat ramen was more like an invitation for Naruto to ask Maia everything about her and then fifty follow up questions after for good measure. Kakashi almost wanted to laugh, typical Naruto.

“Naruto, I don’t think Ms. Setsudan would want-“ Sakura had said before she was interrupted.

“I’d love to,” Maia said, pulling up a seat next to Naruto. “Kakashi, I almost didn’t see you there,” Maia said, looking at the body in the seat next to Sakura.

Maia knew he was there the moment she stepped foot in the place but she wasn’t about to give the man who followed her around and questioned her abilities the satisfaction. However she would try to remain professional and courteous. Kakashi greeted her with silence and a quick wave.

“Normally I cook for myself but today I felt a little lazy” she smiled as the bowl of ramen was placed in front of her, trying to ignore Kakashi’s presence.

There seemed to be a calm aura around Maia when she interacted with the kids. Gentle and nurturing, a side Kakashi only saw briefly during her first training session. It was a much pleasant side to her, one he much preferred over how she acted with other shinobi, with him.

Half a week since Shinobi Night had gone by and Maia wouldn’t lie that she felt slightly raw and confused about it since. The other shinobi had been welcoming and friendly but they still had their doubts about her and Maia couldn’t help but feel insecure about it. Having no idea how to prove herself to the other shinobi except for doing her job to the best of her abilities. Maia had made herself a promise and she was intending to keep it. Eventually the other shinobi would warm to her and she hoped she could warm to them too.

“I hate cooking for myself that’s why I come here instead” Naruto beamed.

“Well, I’m a chef. It was my job and a job I loved very much”

So she was a chef. Kakashi sat up straight, taking in this new information. A chef was teaching students about nature releases, jutsu, and chakra? It sounded odd when he thought about it but it did explain her specialty in knives.

“You should cook me something!”

“Don’t be rude Naruto!” Sakura nudged him. The last thing Sakura wanted was for Naruto to embarrass her in front of her mentor.

“No no that’s okay Sakura, I’d actually enjoy that very much. I only cook for myself now that I’m here but before I worked for a very important family who ate five course meals every night for dinner. Cooking for others truly gives me joy, so does eating with others” Maia said before readjusting her chopsticks and digging into her bowl.

“Sakura, have you ever thought about pursuing genjutsu? I think you would be excellent at it” Maia said after finishing her mouthful.

“I share the same thoughts” Kakashi spoke up, surprised that they were on the same page for once.

“Genjutsu just doesn’t feel like my thing if I’m honest” Sakura said quietly, not wanting to have to disappoint both her mentors but still she needed to be honest.

“Well that’s okay Sakura, it’s not mine either but we can at least teach you how to defend yourself against it. It’s not the most used jutsu but it will never fail to catch you off guard” Maia smiled, supporting her student’s decision.

Maia was right. To those untrained, genjutsu could be deadly if you had no idea how to defend against it. It made Kakashi wonder what battles she had been in. Had she defended herself against genjutsu before?

There was a silence. Maia took this as an invitation to continue eating. She began to eat ferociously as if it was her last meal. The sound of her slurping on the juicy noodles made Kakashi stop in his tracks. Watching as she sucked them into her mouth. Kakashi was not watching her out of outrage of her terrible table manners, but the sound. It made his imagination run wild, run to places so deep in his mind, it was nothing savoury. He felt something wet on his lips, touching his nose with his fingers he realised his nose was bleeding. How embarrassing. Luckily the mask hid all that.

“Is something the matter Kakashi?” Maia asked, noticing his stare.

“No, nothing at all”

It was official, he was a pervert.

As Kakashi began to stare at the wall, his mind ran wild. Mostly it was little versions of himself running around him in circles yelling “Shame!”. Kakashi wasn’t interested in Maia like that at all. She was an attractive woman, sure but he didn’t think about her in that way at all. His thoughts usually gave her the basic respect of a fellow colleague. It was just his perverted and lonely mind giving him intrusive thoughts, twisting something so innocent as eating a meal into something not so innocent. Quickly he snapped himself out of it, the only evidence of his thoughts were on his mask.

Maia didn’t seem to notice, instead returning to her bowl of ramen. Figuring he was just glaring at her again because she was some unworthy guest of the leaf village or something along those lines.

Leaving the ramen stand, Sakura and Naruto ran off. Saying their goodbyes to their teachers before running down the street to god knows where. This left Maia and Kakashi alone, Kakashi feeling already awkward as the blood from his nose had dried.

“So Sakura…” Maia broke the silence.

She was finally going to talk to Kakashi after avoiding so for at least a week now, at two events nonetheless. Though she was reluctant, she needed some help and she wasn’t afraid to ask one of her students old mentors what he thought. Not when it was for the benefit of Sakura.

“What about Sakura?”

“I worry about her self-esteem and confidence. As her past teacher, would you give me any advice?”

Advice? Though he was taken back by the fact she is asking him for advice despite being so off put by him, Kakashi was glad she was. It showed despite her personal feelings, the well being of her squad mattered more and that was something Kakashi believed in heavily.

“I do think being in a squad with such talented members like Sasuke and Naruto did shake her confidence. I was sure that she wouldn’t want to participate in the chunin exams. Maybe with your squad of underachievers, she can thrive”

“I wouldn’t call them underachievers, perhaps maybe hidden talent” Maia corrected him, no anger in her tone. She had faith in her students, despite not being naturally talented like their peers. It was what Tsunade sent her here for.

“Perhaps. With Sakura, she needs help with her strength and her chakra control. She would make an excellent genjutsu master but it’s not in her nature. Illusions can cause more harm than a blow to the head”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Maia noted. Maia began to walk a little further than Kakashi, turning around and giving him a quick wave. “I’ll see you around Kakashi”

He waved back, watching as she disappeared down an alley. Now he could finally breathe. Now he could finally run home and wash the blood off his face.

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Staring at the ceiling, Kakashi had retired to bed for the night. With only assumptions in mind, he had come to a conclusion: Maia Setsudan was just misunderstood and deep down, had a good nature.

She treated her students well and cared for them like they were her own. Putting aside her pride and personal feelings to ask for help and advice from others to help them grow. Approaching her students gently and having plenty of faith in them. She valued teamwork, something he imagined she valued based on her previous occupation. Seeing as you couldn’t work for important families without getting along with or having the basic respect for your team in the first place.

These were all assumptions but they were backed up by her actions. Perhaps Kakashi had been wrong about her initially and first impressions lied. Maia didn’t have to prove herself to him in his eyes. She just needed to keep doing what she was doing with her squad and that would be more than enough to be in his good books. Despite this, Kakashi hoped that the rest of the village would see that side of her too.

Kakashi rolled over, trying not to think about it anymore. There were still many questions he wanted answered on the subject but he was willing to accept he may never know. Instead he looked to the moon, waiting for his body to let his guard down and finally sleep.

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The moon’s glow was too bright to focus. Maia closed the blinds to her bedroom, her mind lingering on something Kakashi said. Her squad being ‘underachievers’. Maia hadn’t taken offence to the comment, she understood he meant they weren’t the most naturally talented squad.

It had made Maia realise something important about her role in all of this. These kids knew what it was like to be underestimated, not taken seriously. So did Maia. That’s why she was the perfect person to teach them.

These kids had potential and better opportunities than she ever had. They just didn’t see that. Instead they saw their peers excel and their confidence plummet. Maia wasn’t a masterful shinobi but she was willing to pass along the teachings of her master and help these kids no matter what the cost was. She’d make good shinobi out of them, even if she had to train them for the rest of her life to get them to that place.

Once she trained these kids, renewed their confidence and helped strengthen their abilities, then the village would truly see Maia was not as useless as everyone thought. Maybe then she would finally be accepted by her new peers. Maybe then the shinobi path would be one worth taking.

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depressedhatakekakashi · 3 years

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AO3

AU: None/Cannon

Words: 1351

Rating: General

Pairings: Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka

Warnings: None

Summary: Kakashi has noticed Iruka struggling with a few things now that they’re older. He decides to try and help his husband out in any way he can, without being noticed.

Shinobi die young. That’s what Kakashi had always been told growing up. Even the best of the best would be lucky to see old age, either falling in battle or succumbing to their wounds after a mission.

Only the lucky ones lived to see retirement.

He had been lucky for his generation, and retirement was sweet. No more missions to go on, no endless amounts of paperwork waiting for him each morning at the Hokage’s office, and no students in need of being moulded into soldiers to fight wars that he no longer could.

Retirement was sweet, and it was even sweeter with Iruka by his side.

Of course, there were some negatives to living a long, fulfilling life. For Kakashi, it was Arthritis, hearing loss, and busted knees from years of use and abuse. For Iruka, it was a decrease in his visual range and increased forgetfulness.

Kakashi adjusted well enough to his issues. Specialized equipment around the house to help make it easier to do certain things made his life a lot easier than it had been a few months ago.

For Iruka, it wasn’t as easy to adjust. He tried to keep a calendar for appointments but always found himself misplacing it or forgetting to write things down. And his depth perception had gotten so bad that he often missed his coffee mug when he tried to grab it or dropped his house keys on the floor instead of inside of the bowl that they kept by the door for them.

The worst was when he was trying to eat ramen. With his depth perception slowly starting to fail him, there was more than one occasion where he had either missed the bowl completely while trying to eat or spilled boiling ramen directly onto his lap.

It was a growing concern for Kakashi. One that he wanted to help with as much as possible. Of course, he didn't want Iruka to catch him trying to help. Iruka was a proud man, even if he did try to keep that little aspect of himself hidden.

Organized, prompt, careful. That was what Iruka had been known for all his life, and no matter how much he struggled these days, he was still proud of those traits and determined to keep them.

So Kakashi had to find ways to help his husband out without getting caught and risking the wrath of a proud ex-Academy principal.

Sometimes that help involved nudging Iruka’s coffee cup a bit closer or a bit further away, depending on where it was and where Iruka was reaching for. Avoiding a spill all over the table that could run down onto their legs, or a completely missed coffee cup and that annoyed ‘tsk’ that Iruka made whenever he was disappointed in himself.

Other Times, it was a bit more difficult. If Iruka had an appointment with the doctors Kakashi would make sure to write it down on the calendar they kept in the kitchen and his own personal calendar. He would also ‘remind’ Iruka the day of the appointment by asking him what time his appointment was at. There was always a panicked note in Iruka’s voice while he tried to figure out what it was Kakashi was talking about, but as soon as he looked at the calendar and saw the appointment that Kakashi had written down for him he relaxed and started to get ready.

At the end of the day though, he usually succeeded. Major spills and missed appointments were avoided. Of course, when it came to more personal plans, Kakashi usually preferred to remind Iruka about them just before he was supposed to leave the house.

It allowed him to sneak in a few extra minutes of cuddles.

“Are you coming?” Iruka called from the bedroom, pulling Kakashi out of his thoughts and back to the present moment. Before his thoughts had started to wander he had been looking at himself in the mirror. Examining every wrinkle and grey hair and thinking about how much he had aged over the years.

How much more life he had gotten to see, with Iruka by his side. A small smile tugged at his lips. “On my way.” He called back, checking his face once more before finally turning around and heading back into the bedroom. There, lying in bed with a hand stretched out towards him was Iruka.

Light of his life.

The best thing to ever happen to him.

“You took your sweet time in there,” Iruka teased. “Trying to avoid coming to bed?”

“And miss out on extra cuddles?” throwing the blanket back, Kakashi fell back into the bed with a groan and waited for Iruka to carefully place the blanket over his body. “Not a chance. You’re stuck with me, don’t forget that.”

“Oh no, such a terrible fate has befallen me,” Throwing a hand over his forehead, Iruka fell back against the bed and sighed dramatically. “Whatever shall I do? How can I continue with my life knowing that I am stuck with Konoha’s prettiest boy?”

And people called Kakashi the dramatic one.

Turning onto his side to face his husband, he slipped an arm around his waist and gently bumped his nose against his shoulder. “Konoha’s prettiest boy, hmm?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know,” Iruka reached over and smacked him in the shoulder lightly. “Even at our age, there are still people who can’t help but turn and look at you. I don’t blame them of course. You’ve hardly aged at all since you were twenty-seven.”

Lies. He had so many new wrinkles and more grey hairs than he could count. Though, the bonus of having silver hair from birth was that other people couldn’t see the grey hairs he got. Not like the ones that had started to take over Iruka’s beautiful brown hair years ago.

“I think they’re wrong,” he smiled, pressing a tender kiss against Iruka’s shoulder. “I’m the lucky one here. I got to marry the cutest boy in the whole world. How can you get better than that?”

“Oh I don’t know,” turning his head, Iruka returned Kakashi’s gesture with a gentle kiss against his forehead and chuckled when Kakashi instantly melted into him. “I think I win in the end though. After all, my husband likes to do small things that he thinks I won’t notice just to make my life easier. Like shoving my coffee cup closer to me this morning, or reminding me that I had lunch plans with Naruto at Ichiraku Ramen.”

His little actions hadn’t gone as unnoticed as he’d originally thought.

“And you don’t mind?” he asked, a little confused by the fact that Iruka wasn’t giving him a lecture. “Mr. ‘proud Academy principal’ doesn’t mind that his husband helps him out once in a while?”

“Even the best Academy principals need help once in a while,” pressing another kiss against Kakashi’s forehead, Iruka chuckled when he was rewarded with a soft grunt. “Thank you, Kakashi. I appreciate it.”

Burying his face into Iruka’s neck, Kakashi mumbled a soft ‘you’re welcome’ against his skin. He hadn’t thought it was a big deal. It was his job to help Iruka out when he could. To make his life easier.

Iruka repeated himself with laughter in his voice, whispering the words against Kakashi’s forehead over and over again. It was embarrassing that he had been caught so easily. Especially when he had been trying not to let Iruka know what he was doing, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the recognition of his efforts. That hearing Iruka saying those sweet ‘thank you’s ‘ to him didn’t make his stomach twist up in knots.

Even after all the years, he had spent married to Iruka, he couldn’t help but feel like he had won an award whenever his husband thanked him for the little things that he did.

That’s what being in love was like, at least in his experience.

Feeling like there was no better accomplishment in his life than just being there for the man he loved.

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kuriquinn · 7 years

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You Are Cordially Invited [4/?]

Cover & Disclaimer

Chapter Summary: Sasuke has a general understanding or, perhaps, expectation of what it means to be in a relationship—more, she suspects, than either Naruto or Sai had starting out. But that small amount of knowledge likely has to compete with an inborn tendency to depend solely on himself. He’s not used to explaining his methods to anyone. While it’s a habit she intends to break him of—at least when it comes to her—she acknowledges that it isn’t easy to change a lifelong habit.

Chapter Beta: Sakura’s Unicorn

Author’s Note: So when writing the end of this chapter, I sort of stole a quote from Grey’s Anatomy, but it was so apt I couldn’t ignore it. It completely sums up how I feel about Sakura’s development from annoying genin to Sannin-Mamakura, and her relationship with Sasuke.

“There!” Sakura declares, exhaling in effort as if she spent the last hour lifting boulders instead of setting the dinner table. “Well, it’s still kind of plain, but it looks a lot better than I thought it would.”

She beams at Sasuke, who placidly studies Kakashi’s small flat. Besides dinner, she’s brought a cheerful-looking table cloth, decorative candles, and several flower arrangements. Although it’s not really to his taste, he has to admit the place looks a lot more lived-in than he’s kept it during his stay.

“And we didn’t even have to move any furniture,” she continues in satisfaction. Sasuke wonders if interior decoration is a skill he was supposed to learn at the Academy, but slept through. He doesn’t say so, though, suspecting he’ll get shoved for his trouble.

He’s not sure why she’s making such a big deal about the whole thing, since it’s only Naruto and Hinata who are coming. Kakashi couldn’t make it—being ‘up to his eyeballs in paperwork’—and Manako declined. She said it felt weird showing up without him seeing as he’s the only reason they invited her.

Blunt as her words are, they’re true, and Sasuke not only appreciates her candour, but he’s actually grateful she won’t be there.

With Sai and Ino also unable to attend, their only guests tonight will be the Uzumakis.

“It’s like a double-date,” Sakura remarks as she adjusts the table cloth, and then looks up at him, sheepish. In a tone like she’s confessing a long-buried secret, she admits, “I’ve never been on one before.”

He’s oddly relieved to hear that. It must show on his face because she’s grinning at him now, her face morphing into something resembling the girlish glee of their genin days.

“We’re getting married!” she squeals. Then—perhaps because they’re alone—in an utter rejection of any decorum or maturity she might’ve developed, she dances up and down on the spot.

Before he can control himself, his mouth pulls into a tiny, amused smile.

She notices, pauses in surprise, and then her expression shifts. Her eyes soften and her cheeks turn pink—not in embarrassment, he thinks, but isn’t sure what else it could be—and offers him her own smile. The effect suggests utter joy to him, a transformation of her usual attractiveness into something breathtaking.

Sasuke is struck by the sudden urge to reach out and slide his fingers into her hair, to pull her close. To press his lips against hers until neither of them can breathe. It’s a wild impulse, compared to the more tentative embraces they’ve shared up until now, but no less insistent.

Before he can give in to it, however, there’s a knock at the door and the spell is broken.

Sakura’s gaze slides away reluctantly, followed by the rest of her as she answers the door. Technically, that should be Sasuke’s job, this being his temporary accommodations, but she seems keen to play the hostess. Far be it from him to stop her, even if his mind wasn’t still on the moment they almost shared. He’s not used to such basic urges driving him and is wary of the sudden loss of control he almost surrendered to.

Unwillingly, he thinks of what Mebuki said to him…

As expected, Naruto and Hinata are framed in the doorway, respectively bearing a bottle of sake and a bouquet of irises. Sakura exclaims over these and hugs Hinata then Naruto in turn.

“I’m so glad you guys could make it!” she gushes. “I know how busy you both are!”

“Puh-lease! Any excuse to get away from the billions of scrolls they’re making me memorise,” Naruto groans. “Between Iruka and Shizune—and even Kakashi-sensei now! It’s such a pain in the ass. I seriously thought I’d be done learning by now, but it’s not jutsu anymore. It’s politics and diplomacy and stuff. And that’s not even the worst of it! I have to learn all this new computer crap, too.” Sasuke shudders in silent agreement; he’s not a fan of the new technologies that’ve been developing in the past few years, either. “Kakashi-sensei says it’ll make the paperwork go faster, but I don’t believe him because he’s always swamped by it. I mean, it’s sort of pointless—I can always just use clones to do it.”

Sasuke privately thinks his friend is in for a rude awakening, but doesn’t say so; it’ll be much more entertaining to watch him flounder a bit.

“Are you well, Sasuke?” Hinata asks, drawing him from his thoughts, and he nods in response. He reaches for the flowers she’s brought and puts them in a container in the kitchen while Sakura invites everyone to sit at the table.

Obligatory small-talk is exchanged, mostly by Sakura and Naruto, who are the loudest voices in the room; Sasuke only half-listens. Dinner passes with the usual conversation, catching up on what everyone’s been doing. Naruto complains about not getting Ichiraku for supper, even as he stuffs his face with tonkatsu, and Sakura berates him for criticising food he didn’t have to cook.

“Well, you didn’t have to cook it, either,” Naruto points out, nodding at the takeout boxes in the kitchen.

Sakura cracks her knuckles and Sasuke automatically inches away from her, not wanting to get clipped by her elbow if she takes a swing at their friend. Hinata interjects, asking how Sakura’s work at the hospital is going, and peace is restored.

Sasuke is surprised to hear her speak up—she’s more talkative with Sakura here than she is when Naruto invites him for dinner. He wonders how much of that is Sakura’s engaging nature, or the fact that Hinata is still a little uneasy around him. They’ve never had much interaction without Naruto, Sakura, or someone else to act as a buffer, after all. He wonders now if it would be unwise to engage her in conversation when Naruto isn’t around; she might be too shy to answer his questions about finances.

Sasuke’s thoughts preoccupy him until after dessert when Sakura suddenly stands and gestures for the other couple to be quiet. He blinks, having not expected an announcement, but a more general statement through the course of conversation. But when he meets her gaze, she offers him a comforting smile, and he relaxes.

“Sasuke and I have something to tell you,” she declares, a blush on her face.

There’s a beat where her words sink in, and Hinata’s eyes go wide in anticipation, hands clasped in front of her. Naruto, on the other hand, isn’t so polite. His jaw drops, and he goes red in the face, jumping to his feet and pointing his bandaged finger at Sasuke in accusation. “You bastard! Did you get her pregnant?!”

Silence rings.

Sasuke’s eye twitches, and he grits his teeth to keep from punching his friend. Sakura has no such compunction, and hammers a fist down on his head.

“What the hell, Naruto! How dare you think that! What kind of girl do you take me for?! Geez!”

“Ow!”

“Moron,” Sasuke adds for good measure while Hinata sighs, embarrassed.

“And you’ve got a big head if you think you’d be the first one we told that to!” Sakura goes on, furious.

“Whaa?! You mean you wouldn’t tell me right away?” Naruto demands, teary-eyed and clutching the growing bump on his head. “Why are you so mean, Sakura?”

“I’m not mean! Why are you so rude?! It’s like you still haven’t learned not to say the first thing that pops into your stupid head!”

“That doesn’t mean you have to keep something like that a secret—you wouldn’t actually keep that a secret, right?”

“I don’t know! Maybe if you don’t smarten up, I might! I’ll have a hundred babies and I won’t tell you about any of them!”

“Try it! I’m gonna be Hokage! I’ll make you tell me about all of them!”

“Then I’ll defect!

Sasuke clears his throat. “If you’re both finished being melodramatic.”

Sakura and Naruto shoot him identical injured looks.

“Naruto,” Hinata scolds quietly, and her husband’s shoulder slump. He sits back down, arms crossed.

“Fine,” he mutters.

Sasuke raises an eyebrow at Sakura, who turns pink, but shakes her hair back, unapologetic. “As if you two haven’t had even more ridiculous arguments…” she mutters in a rebellious tone.

Which might be true, but that’s neither here nor there.

“What was it you wanted to tell us, Sakura?” Hinata asks, diplomatically cutting off any more potential arguing. Sasuke covertly nods in thanks; the woman has more patience than anyone he’s ever met which is one of things that makes her perfect for Naruto.

Sakura’s agitation fades and, once again, she smiles, albeit a little nervously. “Sasuke and I are getting married,” she announces with pride.

Again, there is a beat of silence, and Sasuke’s eyes fly to Naruto, wanting to gauge his reaction. At the same time, he wonders if this will yield another round of inappropriate accusations. Instead, his best friend jumps to his feet again with a cheer while Hinata gasps in delight, her hands flying to her mouth.

“YOSH!” Naruto yells and bounds across the room to hug Sakura. His eyes are suspiciously teary. “It took you both long enough!”

Sakura laughs in response as he abandons her, and then, before Sasuke can stop him, Naruto catches him up in a clumsy embrace. Sasuke tenses, allows it for about two and a half seconds, and then shoves him away.

“Knock it off,” he grumbles.

“Yeah, yeah. Can’t ruin your image, right?” Naruto rolls his eyes. “You’d think you’d make an exception, considering it’s a special occasion.”

“I didn’t electrocute you,” Sasuke points out reasonably.

Hinata clasps Sakura’s hands. “Oh, congratulations—I’m so glad for you. I know you’ll both be so happy.”

They dissolve into rapid female chatter that neither Sasuke nor Naruto can quite follow.

“I never thought I’d see the day,” Naruto continues, still beaming at him with something that looks disconcertingly like pride.

“Would you, for one second, pretend you’re an adult and not a snot-nosed kid?”

“Hey, asshole, I’m trying to congratulate you!” Naruto snaps. “Come on. Let’s have a drink to celebrate!”

Though he rolls his eyes, he allows Naruto to pour him a cup of sake—he doesn’t like to drink, but he dutifully sips it for etiquette’s sake. And to shut his friend up.

“I am happy for you, Sasuke,” the other man says at last, quieter and in a more serious tone than he’s used to. “You and Sakura deserve each other.”

“No,” Sasuke replies, earning a surprised frown in response. “She deserves better. But I’ve stopped trying to tell her that.”

The defensive set of his shoulders fades, and Naruto snorts. “I guess that means you’re finally living up to that genius reputation.”

Sasuke takes a sip of sake instead of answering that comment.

“So, who made the first move?”

Sasuke narrows his eyes at the implication in Naruto’s tone. “I did.”

More or less.

The other man groans. “Damn it! I owe Sai five hundred ryō.”

Sasuke is unexpectedly offended by this. “You bet against me.”

“Not against you… I just figured Sakura got tired of waiting and jumped your bones when you were least expecting it.”

“Tch. I dare you to say that to her face.”

“Do you want me to die?!” Naruto looks comically terrified; Sasuke knows only part of that is in jest. “And before you get married? No way! I’ve waited too damn long for this! Hey, speaking of, when are you guys going to tie the knot?”

“Within the next two weeks. As soon as it’s convenient.”

“What?! WHY?!” Naruto demands in a shrill voice, earning curious glances from Sakura and Hinata. He lowers his voice and hisses under his breath at Sasuke, “You’ve resisted girls and dating and anything resembling normal your entire life. Now you’re just going to up and get married? With no plan?!”

“Not everyone needs a big production like you,” Sasuke counters. “Besides, I’m leaving on a mission. Sakura’s coming along. It makes more sense to get married beforehand.”

Naruto blinks at this, considering, and then breaks out into a familiar lecherous grin. “Either her parents are making you get married beforehand, or you really want to have sex on this trip.”

Sasuke punches him.

The women look up—Hinata appears anxious, but Sakura is unimpressed; she’s far too used to this sort of interaction between them to be bothered, even after many years and long absences.

“I’m sure he deserved that, but now you can’t pretend I’m the only melodramatic one,” she informs Sasuke while Naruto swears on the floor. Sasuke glowers at his intended in response, trying to fight down the warmth in his cheeks. All the while, he silently thanks whatever gods exist that she didn’t hear what Naruto just said—otherwise, one or both of them would be dead right now.

Stupid, mouthy idiot…

“Kakashi-sensei’s going to kick your ass for ruining his apartment,” Naruto mutters as he picks himself up and rubs at his bruised cheekbone.

“He won’t care as long as nothing stains,” Sasuke retorts.

“Heh. That’s what she sa—Oi! I’m kidding!” Naruto yelps as Sasuke’s Sharingan blazes. “Geez, you’re touchy.”

“And you’re a half-wit.”

They exchange glares, but as usual, a moment later, Naruto is grinning again. He makes a dismissive gesture—no big deal—and reaches for the bottle of sake again.

“Kidding aside…it’s kind of shocking, you getting married,” Naruto tells him. “I mean, have you and Sakura even been on a date?”

Sasuke feels an unfamiliar note of defensiveness well up. “We both agree that we’re past that point by now.”

“Hey, Hinata and I saved the planet together, and I still took her on a first date,” Naruto shoots back. “It’s like…a rule, man.”

“Really. And where did you come by this information?”

Naruto glances furtively at his wife to make sure she isn’t paying attention and then reaches into his back pocket for something. He produces a battered paper-back with a familiar orange cover.

“Tell me you’re joking,” Sasuke commands.

“Nope! The story’s boring and stupid, of course, but there’s a lot of good advice in it,” Naruto says, flipping the pages at him. “Like, how the guy has to plan a date in advance, and pay for it, and say nice stuff to the girl. And there’s a bunch of rules for what you’re allowed to do on a first date, and a second date, and—heh—the third date…”

“I’ll pass.”

“No, seriously, Sasuke! Pervy Sage knew what he was talking about when he wasn’t spying on naked women. And, I mean, you can’t just marry someone you haven’t spent any time with! Even arranged marriages have people spending time together!”

“Sakura and I already know each other.”

“That’s not the same,” Naruto looks impatient. “You have to know each other really well—like your faults and your strengths and…and it’s like, you share even your darkest, most secret things with her.”

Sasuke dismisses this. “She already knows all of mine.”

“Okay, I’ll give you that…but do you know hers?”

This gives him pause. It’s one of the rare instances where Naruto might actually understand something better than Sasuke does. As always, it’s irritating, but unlike during their childhood, Sasuke is more open to listening; all the more if it concerns Sakura.

Maybe there’s some truth to it…

Naruto seems to take his silence for avoidance of the topic, though, because he sighs, affecting the air of someone dealing with the most troublesome of burdens. “Well, fine. If that’s how you want to be about it. You’re not giving me much to go on, but I’ve handled worse.”

“‘Handled’?” Sasuke echoes.

“We’ve got to make sure you’ve got better clothes to wear than that ugly-ass hobo cloak of yours, plan the bachelor party—”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“As your best man, I’ve got work to do.”

“Who said you were my best man?” Sasuke wants to know. “Who said I was having a best man?”

“Don’t be stupid. Of course, I’m your best man. And, yes, you’re having one.”

“Tch.” He knows the other man won’t budge on this point, and life’s too short to argue with stupidity. “Fine. But no bachelor party.”

Naruto sniggers. “Oh, we’re having a bachelor party…”

うちは

Sakura sits at her desk, balancing a pencil on her upper lip while staring distractedly down at the notepad in front of her. There are two hastily drawn columns there; one is a list of all the tasks she needs to complete for the wedding—invitations, venue, decorations—while the other is a to-do list for her upcoming mission—supplies she needs to order, decent apothecaries along the way that sell her preferred herbs and tonics, and the names of a few medically under-served villages they might stop in during their travels. She knows they’ll be on a time limit to get to the Land of Earth, but if she plans the route properly, they might still be able to offer people aid along the way.

Sakura has been organising and running a hospital on her own for so long that, these days, she requires maximum efficiency in every aspect of her life. She doubts Sasuke will mind, but she’ll still go over it with him when she sees him at the end of the day.

Or tomorrow.

Actually, she’s not sure when she’ll next see him. He was a little cagey when they said goodnight after their dinner with Naruto and Hinata. She suspects it had something to do with whatever he and Naruto were talking—or fighting—about after she announced their engagement. When she asked him about it, he shrugged it off, and when she wanted to learn his plans for today, he said something about practical matters and would not elaborate.

It’s annoying, sometimes, that he’s so private and noncommittal about the strangest things, but Sakura makes a conscious effort to let that go.

Sasuke has a general understanding or, perhaps, expectation of what it means to be in a relationship—more, she suspects, than either Naruto or Sai had starting out. But that small amount of knowledge likely has to compete with an inborn tendency to depend solely on himself. He’s not used to explaining his methods to anyone. While it’s a habit she intends to break him of—at least when it comes to her—she acknowledges that it isn’t easy to change a lifelong habit.

His faults aside, Sasuke has been making a great effort to include her in decisions. Whatever has him so preoccupied right now, it might be something he considers being his own affair. Or perhaps it’s something he doesn’t believe she needs to invest her time on. She’ll ask him again in a few days, or after the wedding.

The wedding, she groans.

In theory, it should be easy—make a list of things that need doing, and then do them. But she can’t figure out what she should prioritise first and keeps getting distracted. As if to punctuate that thought, there’s a knock on her office door.

Sakura fumbles with the pen and scrambles to cover up her lists with paperwork, shouting out, “Ando, I already told you! Don’t disturb me this morning!”

But the door is already opening, and it’s not Ando who strides in, but Tsunade Senju.

“Ungrateful,” the Sannin harrumphs. “Is that any way to treat your master?”

“Lady Tsunade!” Sakura gasps, jumping to her feet. “You’re back from your travels!”

“It would seem so,” she says with a smirk. “Though the reception’s been kind of lacklustre. Kakashi barely looked up from his desk. And Shizune is having far too much fun running the village. I can see she’s found her true calling.”

“So, you came to check up on me and mine?”

“Well, that, too. But I figured we could hash out the details of this conference of yours early and then go for supper.”

Sakura stares at her blankly for a moment. “Conference?”

“Yes, the conference,” Tsunade repeats slowly, raising an eyebrow at her. “The one you badgered me about for four months straight? The one you swore wouldn’t be successful without my participation?”

Sakura’s eyes widen and her mouth drops a little in dismay as she remembers. “Fuck.” She’s completely forgotten about it in the wake of her engagement.

Months earlier, she had the idea to hold a conference, a series of seminars featuring medic-nin and healers from all around the continent. Nothing of its kind has ever been attempted before, but Sakura’s considered it since she and Ino got the Konoha clinic up and running. The idea continued to persist even more so since Gaara and the other Kage instituted similar programs.

The aim would be to meet, discuss, and share techniques on matters from children’s mental health to emergency life-saving procedures in the field. Even civilian doctors would be invited, an important bridge between the two schools of medicine. Civilians and shinobi have lived very separate lives up until recent times; if there’s a way to combine shinobi chakra abilities with the scientific breakthroughs among the civilian medical elite, Sakura knows that they could develop countless vital procedures. Such a massive gathering might even garner interest from investors which could mean more medical funding across the board.

Rather than seeming annoyed, Tsunade is smirking at Sakura’s panic. “Hm… I wonder what could possibly make you forget all about your little project?” She taps her chin. “If I had to guess, I’d say a certain Uchiha finally got his head out of his ass.”

This time Sakura’s jaw really drops.

I knew Naruto couldn’t keep a secret to save his life, but I figured I’d have more than a day before he spread the news!

But Tsunade only snorts and takes one of the extra seats in the office. “Relax, Sakura. I found out from Kakashi.”

“Kakashi-sensei knows?!”

“Oh, I don’t think so. Not yet. But just after Uchiha went to speak to him about you accompanying him on his mission, he sent me a message. He seemed surprised, considering how often you mentioned the conference, and all of a sudden, you intend to leave?” Tsunade smirks. “I figured there are few things out there that could knock you off-balance enough to forget your previous commitments, so this one would have to be huge. It didn’t take much to figure it out from there, considering who else is involved.”

“I…”

“I suppose congratulations are in order, even if I still don’t understand what you see in him,” her master goes on.

“Thank you, shishou.”

“So, I guess this means you’ll postpone the conference until you get back?”

Sakura opens her mouth to reply, and then pauses, torn.

She can’t in good conscience postpone the conference, considering the overall benefits she spent months convincing people it could bring about. Her wedding can be postponed, but the mission… Sasuke will go with or without her. Since he asked her to come with him, she doesn’t want to refuse him now—especially considering how long she waited for him to ask. All the same, Tsunade’s words make her feel guilty.

I could always catch up to him…

She knows where he’ll be. But with the beginning of flood-season in Earth Country, that could be months—and by that time he might already be back.

So, I might as well just stay here after all, she realises in dejection.

She’s put off her own happiness for so long that she’s hesitant to do it again, but this conference is also the legacy of her hard work. She doesn’t want to give up on either one, and yet, if she has learned anything the last few years, it’s how to make sacrifices.

And so, she nods to herself and offers Tsunade a weary smile. “No, we won’t postpone. I’ll speak to Sasuke. My presence on the mission isn’t a necessity—and this conference is important.”

“Heh.” Tsunade crosses her arms and nods, looking proud. “As gratifying as it is to see you still put your patients before yourself, I didn’t come here to scold you about having a life. Don’t worry about your project.” She waves a dismissive hand. “I can put it together in your absence. It’s why I came in here today, to ensure we went over the details while you’re here. I don’t have the patience to do all this via carrier pigeon or summons.”

“Lady Tsunade… I…” She can’t quite get the words out.

“No need to thank me. Consider it an early wedding gift. After all, there’s no one more capable of pulling this thing off than you—except me.”

She fights off the impulse to roll her eyes. “You’re still as sure of yourself as ever.”

“Sakura…” She glances up at her teacher. “Everyone’s entitled to a slip,” Tsunade tells her seriously, “but don’t let this become a return to old habits for you.”

Sakura frowns at this. “Lady Tsunade?”

“You are the most talented medic ninja that I have ever known, and your mental capabilities far surpass my own. In a few years’ time, you’ll have surpassed levels that I can’t even dream of. That being said, don’t let old dreams or the goals he has eclipse what you’ve built for yourself.” She smiles grimly. “Sasuke Uchiha may be the love of your life, but he is not the sun. You are.”

Tears threaten, blurring Sakura’s vision a little, and she smiles at her teacher. “I know,” she insists. “It won’t happen again. You’ll see—before I leave this place, I’ll have it so organised that you could run it without me for three years!”

“That’s the kind of talk I want to hear from my apprentice,” Tsunade says approvingly then looks around. “Now call that intern of yours in here—I think this calls for a celebratory drink.”

“Lady Tsunade, you know you can’t drink in the hospital.”

“It’s my hospital. I’ll do what I want.”

“Technically it’s my hospital since you left me in charge of it.”

“Sakura, don’t make me regret my good will.”

Sakura sighs. “Just this once, my lady.”

“And you’d better damn well be inviting me to this wedding of yours. Do you realise how long I’ve been waiting to live vicariously through you?” she goes on. “You’re still miles out of his league, but you’re stubborn, so I’ll accept it.”

Sakura winces, and hopes that Tsunade and her mother stay far, far away from each other.

That’s all I need—the two of them ganging up on Sasuke.

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The Uchiha In The Leaves (Part Two)

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(Kakashi Hatake x Reader)

Summary: What happens when Y/N finally returns to the Village Hidden in the Leaves? Her life is flipped upside down when not only does she find the man that’s awaited her return, but she finds someone she thought she’d never see again.

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Part One

Part Two: *NSFW Ahead!*

Word Count: 2454

As morning approached I could hear our alarms going off. The start of a new life while training team seven. I already knew that trying to keep Sasuke from looking for Itachi was going to be Y/n’s main concern. I rolled over and wrapped my arms around her. When she looked over me I kissed her nose. “Good morning.”

She smiled weakly at me. “Morning.” I stared at her for a moment before starting to sit up to get out of bed. She grabbed my arm as I tried. “Wait.” I laid back down, resting on my elbows and watched her. It always seemed funny to know that she was seeing me without my mask. The only time I didn’t wear it was when we were sleeping at home or in the shower. She put her hands on her cheeks. “I love you.”

I smiled at her and put my right hand over hers. “I love you, too.”

She pulled my face to her and kissed me. The familiar feeling of her lips was something that we were still getting used to, even after all this time. A young Y/n Uchiha had been my first kiss, hell, we have even lost our virginity to each other as teens. I had kissed her lips many times before, even though I had worn the mask then as well. I lowered myself back against the bed as the kiss grew more intimate. Y/n climbed on top of me, straddling my hips. I chuckled a little and flipped her over onto her back a second later. She moved her hands from my face and brought them to my back, pulling my body closer to hers. I chuckled again and broke the kiss. “Is this really how you want to start the morning, Miss Uchiha?”

She smiled as she kissed me. “It’s gonna be a stressful day, why not start off with a stress reliever? She ran her hands down my chest and when she reached my waist she bit her lip. “You can’t tell me that you don’t want it either.” She had her hands on my erection. I smiled and kissed her cheek, slowly kissing all the way down her body, stopping at her hips. This kind of stuff always got me more excited than it did her, and she knew it. She smiled at me and put her hands in my hair. “Quit teasing, we don’t have long before we have to leave, we can’t be late on their first day.”

I looked up at her with pleasing eyes. “Who cares if we’re a little late. You know I’m a giver.” I knew that it was something she always went for, something I always started her off with. I was set on this morning being no different than any other. I put my hands on her thighs and pushed them apart.

“Kakashi, we really don’t have time for this.” She started to sit up on her elbows to look at me better. “I’m seri-” She was rendered speechless a second later. “Oh my god… Kashi.”

I looked back up at her a second later with a manipulative laugh. “You were saying.

As she felt my tongue against her clit she pleaded with me. “Kashi, I’m serious.” She had all she could just to make words. She put her hand in my hair and tugged some. I could tell she was close to ecstasy and so could she and with that I stopped. She whimpered as I stopped. I had always been the best at getting her to the brink and teasing her, there was something I found pleasing about it.

I slowly kissed my way back up to her neck and looked into her eyes. “As you wish my queen.” She slept in her underwear and a baggy t-shirt and I slept in my boxers which made it easy access for our morning escapades. I grabbed the blanket that had ended up below us and covered us up. It was the busy time of day in the village and we both knew that our blinds didn’t block out as much as we’d like them too. I fumbled around under the blanket, moving her underwear to the side and pushing mine down to expose my erection. As I entered she arched her back, grabbing our bedsheet with both hands, balling it up in them. She screamed my name and I smirked, making a small noise, as I thrusted in and out of her. We matched each other’s movements as we both grew closer and closer to the end. A few monas escaped my lips as well as hers before we both came closer to our climax. We rode out our climaxes together and I collapsed on the bed beside her, out of breath.

I reached an arm toward her and pulled her over to me. She laid her head back on my chest, listening to me breathe. I kissed the top of her head and sighed before speaking. “I love you Y/n.”

She snuggled closer to me. “I love you, too, Kashi.”

I sat up which made her sit up as well. “No, Y/n, I mean I love you more than I think you realize. I really don’t know what I’d do without you.” I paused to gauge her reaction. She was smiling like an idiot. “I’d seriously be lost without you in my life. When you left all those years ago and we didn’t have any contact anymore I felt like a piece of me was missing. I never knew if you felt the same way about me as I did about you when we were training and such. We were just kids then, I wasn’t sure if we were just having fun and being kids, or if we were something else. That’s why I never bothered to say anything… and maybe if I had, you never would have left, maybe you would have come back after everything.”

She took my hand. “Kakashi, I’ve always had a thing for you. I just couldn’t stay here what had happened, and whether I had known how you felt back then or not wouldn’t have changed that. I couldn’t handle being here, so don’t blame yourself.”

She threw the blankets off of us and stood up from the bed, grabbing her headband off the bedside table. “Now we really need to get moving, we’re really late now.”

I stood up and headed toward the bathroom, turning on the shower as she got ready.

When I finished I wandered back to the bedroom, in the process of putting my mask on, then using my headband to hide my Sharingan eye with one side of it. I smiled at her. “Ready to go?”

She smiled back. “Let’s go.” I knew she wanted to see what her brother could do.

* * * * * *

I had never seen her so excited to start training someone. Granted, the events of the morning might have made her mood as good as it was. She was ecstatic to see how far her brother had come. She knew I could feel it as well. Her energy was hard not to feel radiating off of her. The door to the classroom was slightly open, we could see it, and we knew that we were pretty late. Our group was probably the last group there.

I stepped through the door first. As I opened the door wider an eraser fell and smacked me, leaving the shoulders of my black shirt that I wore under my vest sprinkled white. Y/n stood behind me and covered her mouth with her hand, trying not to laugh.

A small kid with blonde hair was laughing uncontrollably as a young girl with pink hair was trying to apologize for him. “I’m so sorry Sensei, I told him not to do it, but he wouldn’t. I’d never do anything like that.”

I picked up the eraser and held it in one hand while holding up my chin like I was thinking with the other. “Hmm, let me put it this way. My first impression of this group is that you’re a bunch of idiots.”

Y/n walked out from behind me to stand in front of the students. “I’m Y/n, I’ll be helping Kakashi with you guys.” Sasuke stood in the back of the two of them, looking smug. His arms were crossed as he stood and watched the other two, clearly annoyed with their antics.

I motioned to the door. “Follow me.”

We all left the room and walked to the roof of the academy. Y/n went to lean on the railing and I sat on it next to her. “Sit.” I motioned to the steps in front of us. When they all sat down I began. “Alright, why don’t you introduce yourselves, one at a time.”

The girl with pink hair was astounded. “Introduce ourselves? What are we supposed to say?”

Y/n looked over at her. “Things you like, things you hate, dreams for the future, hobbies, things like that.”

The blonde haired both look intrigued. “Why don’t you guys tell us stuff first? I mean, before we talk, tell us about you guys so we can see how it’s supposed to work.”

I pointed to myself. “Me, I’m Kakashi Hatake. Things I like and things I hate… I don’t feel like telling you that.” Pink hair and blonde hair both made a confused sound. “My dreams for the future… never really thought about it. As for my hobbies… I have a lot of hobbies.” I pointed at Y/n.

Y/n smiled a little. “I’m Y/n Uchiha, that’s all you really need to know about me.” They stared dumbfounded. “You probably knew me better as Y/n Momochi.”

I began to speak again before any of them could ask Y/n any questions. I knew the name Uchiha had sparked something. I could see it in their faces as they looked from Sasuke to Y/n. “Okay, your turn. You on the right first, you’re first.”

The blonde haired boy grabbed his headband. “Believe it, I’m Naruto Uzumaki. I liked instant ramen in a cup and I really like the ramen Iruka-Sensei got me at Ichiraku Noodle Shop. But I hate the three minutes you have to wait after you pour the water in the ramen cup. My hobby is eating different types of ramen and comparing them.” Y/n and I exchanged glances as he spoke. Clearly this kid loved his ramen. “And my future dream is to be the greatest Hokage. Then the whole village will stop disrespecting me and start treating me like I’m somebody; somebody important.”

I looked at the pink-haired girl. “Alright… next.”

“I’m Sakura Haruno. What I like… Uh… I mean, the person I like is…” She glanced over at Sasuke. How cute. “Uh… My hobby is…” She seemed infatuated with Sasuke and Y/n was squirming, clearly thinking it was adorable. “My dream for the future is…” Her cheeks turned red and she stopped talking, clutching her first to her face in pleasure.”

At this point it seemed like torture, I had to intervene. “And what do you hate?”

Her face got very intense. “Naruto!”

Naruto looked stunned and embarrassed and I kind of felt bad for the kid.

“Last one,” Y/n looked over at Sasuke and smiled.

“My name is Sasuke Uchiha, and yes, Y/n is my sister.” Y/n smiled at them. “I hate a lot of things and I don’t particularly like anything. What I have is not a dream, because I WILL make it a reality. I’m going to restore my clan and destroy a certain someone.”

The hatred in Sasuke was pulsating. His hate for Itachi was much stronger than I ever thought it could be. Our job was going to be even harder than I thought. Once Sasuke was fully trained and at full power he would be stronger than Y/n and I. We both knew he would strive to be stronger than Itachi so he could finish him off once and for all. I knew there would be eventually nothing we could do about it, but Y/n wanted him to keep his innocence as long as she could.

I could feel Y/n get tense at what Sasuke had just said so I stopped him and spoke. “Good, so you’re each unique and have your own ideas. We’ll have our first mission tomorrow.”

Naruto got excited. “What kind of mission are we going to have?”

“It’s a task that the five of us will do together.”

“What, what, what, what, what?”

“A survival exercise.”

“A survival exercise?” Naruto sounded like he was going to cry.

Sakura sounded angry. “I thought we were supposed to have an actual mission, not more practice. We already did this stuff at the academy. That’s who we got here.”

Y/n spoke. “This is nothing like your previous training.”

Naruto began to question. “So, uh… what kind of training is it then?”

I laughed. Sakura didn’t understand what I was. “That’s a normal question, what’s so funny?”

I continued to laugh. “Well, if I tell you the answer, you’re not going to like it.” They looked confused. “Of the twenty-seven graduates that just came here, only nine will be accepted as Genin. The other eighteen will be weeded out and sent back to the academy. In other words, this is a make it or break it, pass or fail test. And the chance that you’ll fail is at least sixty-six percent.” They were all in shock. “See, didn’t I tell you that you wouldn’t like it?”

Naruto spoke up. “That’s crazy! We worked hard to get here. Believe it, what was that graduation test for anyway?”

Y/n smiled. “That was just a test to select what candidates might become Genin or not. That’s how it is?”

I cut her off. “We decide whether you pass or fail. Be at the designated training spot at five A.M. and bring your ninja gear.” They were all tense. “That’s all, class dismissed.” We all started walking away when I turned around, remembering something important. “Oh, and you better skip breakfast, or you’ll puke.’

We all walked away and Y/n turned to me. “Five in the morning? Really?”

I smiled and winked at her. “I have no intentions of being awake that early, let alone being there.” I put my hand on her hips and whispered in her ear, checking to make sure the kids weren’t looking. “Unless something else is going on.” I nibbled on her ear before standing back up straight.

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Updated: 4/29/2020

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"All I've ever wanted"

Ayyy so this is my first fanfic. If ya don't like it then sorry. I'm not a writer The weekend isn’t usually a big deal seeing as you can get a mission anytime, but this weekend has significant meaning for Yamato. Not only was he off the roster, but it was also his birthday weekend. He took off Thursday-Sunday so he can celebrate with his friends and boyfriend. “I wonder what he wants for dinner tonight?” He sighed as he walked through the market looking for dinner ingredients. It isn’t very often he got to eat dinner with his man, the hokage is very busy running the village. Hokage. Yamato still can’t believe his sempai is the hokage and still chooses to be with him. There are plenty of men and women who Kakashi could have yet he still chooses him. “Eggplant miso.” Yamato decided to make the copycat ninja’s favorite just to show how much he loves him. “Hey Yamato-taichou!” Yamato looked around and say Iruka- sensei walking towards him. “hey Iruka-sensei, how’s it going?” Yamato said politely as Iruka finally caught up to him. “I was shopping for dinner and then was going to come look for you. However, since you’re here, I’ve hit two birds with one stone…uh..” He dug through his bag and pulled out a small box. “Here. It’s not much but I hope you like it.” Yamato set his basket down and opened the box. “I love it. I’ve read every book in the ‘Architecture for shinobi’ series. Thank you so much!” “Well it’s the least I can do. You’ve done so much for Naruto and Konoha. And besides, lunch breaks have been much more enjoyable since you started coming to ichiraku’s. Welp I gotta go. Kids have an exam and I’m very behind on my work. I’ll see ya around. Have a happy birthday Yamato-taichou!” and with that, Iruka was off to take care of his business. Yamato went back to his shopping and couldn’t help but smile as he thought, maybe this is where I belong. “Hey, I’m home. Wow it smells great in here.” Kakashi spoke as he walked in through the window. Yamato prides himself on finally getting Kakashi to stop using the window. It’s surprising how threatening his limited edition Icha Icha could easily set him straight. “Thanks, the food is done. It’s your favorite. Eat up. “Yamato already had the food set out. They sat down and Kakashi began to dig in. “so how was work?” “It was busy as usual. There’s this new medical supply trade deal we’ve been working on with Cloud so once that’s done, I can move onto my next headache” Kakashi groaned. There was nothing but piles of work in his office. He barely got to come home or read but Yamato always made sure there was dinner for him even if it was cold. The hokage was beyond thankful to have Yamato in his life. “Well hope- Knock Knock. The couple both looked to see who was knocking at their window this late. ANBU. Of course, Tenzo thought. He reluctantly opened the window. “Hokage-sama, we need you at the office. It’s urgent.” “damn”. Kakashi grumbled as he got up to go. “Here Sempai..” Yamato shoved a to go container of the food in his hands. “Thank you. I’m sorry.” “It’s ok. Will you still be here tomorrow?” Kakashi smiled through his mask, “Of course kohai nothing is planned so it’ll be us all day long.” That was all Yamato wanted to hear. Kakashi left and Yamato cleaned up before he snuggled in bed. Tomorrow was his birthday and he would spend the day with his sempai and have dinner with team 7 and all would be good in his world. The next morning, Yamato woke up to an awfully cold bed. Hmmm Kakashi didn’t come home. He got up, made breakfast and packed some clothes for Lord Sixth. Walking into the tower, he passed Shikamaru. “Good morning, taichou.“ “Goodmorning Shikamaru. I just came by to check on our hokage.” “Oh yea. I forgot you two were an item. Well anyways, happy birthday. It’s on the calendar and Sakura stopped by and was sad she got pulled into a last minute mission with Naruto and Sai. Something about our medical trade with Cloud. She said she would reschedule dinner with you.” “Oh thanks for the message Shikamaru. I hope their mission goes safely” “yea it’s no problem. It would’ve been a drag for everyone to leave late by trying to find you. Ah here were are.” They walked into the hokage office and Kakashi was sitting to close for comfort with a representative from stone. Kakashi looked up from paperwork and smiled. Bags apparent under his eyes show that he hasn’t slept. “ Shikamaru, Yamato, this is Yui-san from Rock. She is here to help forge our relationship with them. Yamato bowed “ Nice to meet you Yui-san.” Yui gave a painfully sweet smile and said “the pleasure is mine. What’s in your hand?” Yamato forgot all about it. The reason he came to see his lover in the first place. “ Oh, I just brought Rokudaime-sama some clothes and food since he has been here for a while.” Yui, confused expression on her face, said “ so you’re like…his lackey?” Yamato sputtered “ w-well no.I-I- He’s my best ANBU captain and it clearly shows since he is kind enough to think of my well being during his time off”. Yamato was stunned to see Kakashi cut him off with a slight venom in his voice. “Thank you very much captain Yamato, if there’s nothing else, I have work I must get back to.” Yamato got the hint and bowed, “You’re welcome. Sorry for interrupting Rokudaime-sama” and promptly left hoping Kakashi didn’t hear the hurt in his voice. Yamato went back home. Hmm well I guess tonight’s plans are cancelled. How unfortunate. Well, I guess next year will have to be the year where I spend my birthday with people I care about. I should have realized that Sempai would be to busy for me, especially with everything still being shaky after the war. Yamato walked inside and packed his stuff. Well, I’m not letting my time off go to waste. He locked up the apartment and set off to plan B. “ Kakashi-sama, It’s 8 p.m. you should head home.” Kakashi blinked, slightly confused by what time it was, “ oh it’s that late already. Yea I should go. I need to apologize to Tenzo. I was supposed to spend the day with him but got caught up with work.” Shikamaru sighed, “ You are lucky Yamato is understanding, Temari would kill me if I promised to spend her birthday with her and instead spent my day with someone else in my office.” Kakashi stared, “ I’m sorry…what?!” “ Oh yea, Temari would brutally kill me.” “ no. about the birthday part?” “ Oh Kakashi-sama, tell me you didn’t realize that today was his birthday.. Silence.. okay. So you did. Why do think he was very specific about spending today with you?” Kakashi started to panic, “ Oh my god I am so dumb. No wonder he was so happy and oh man I must have hurt his feelings. I need to go. How could I not realize it was his birthday?!?” Kakashi ran out the door and went top speed to his apartment, hoping that Tenzo wouldn’t make him sleep on the couch tonight. He walked inside and the place was empty. Figures. He walked to the fridge and saw a note that said “ went out, be back Sunday- Yamato” Bad sign. Yamato only used his code name in the house when he was mad. Also he isn’t coming home which means he doesn’t want to see me. Shit. I really fucked this one up. Kakashi put the note down and headed to find his Tenzo. There were only a few handfuls of places he would be at. Yamato walked into the hot spring and checked into the presidential suite. Full room and a personal spring attached so he can have his privacy. “No visitors please”, he told the receptionist as she handed him the keys. Once in the room, Yamato took a deep breath and set all his stuff down. Plan B. I may as well do something for my birthday. He ate some dinner and decided to relax. He read that book Iruka gave him, and decided to sit in the springs. After maybe 15 mins, he felt a presence. He turned around, ready to use his mokuton but instead saw a mess of gray hair. Yamato glared. “I asked for no visitors.” Kakashi sat on the ledge, “mah Tenzo, Since I’m the hokage, it’s gonna take a lot more than that to stop me.” Yamato, turned back around with an ice filled voice, “Well excuse me, do you have a mission for me rokudaime- sama. Because I am not on the roster and so if it is not an emergency then I’d like for you to leave.” Silence. “Tenzo, please. You’re right. I shouldn’t and am not here as your hokage. Truthfully, I’m here on important boyfriend business”. Silence. “Ok if you won’t talk to me then at least back up so I can rub your shoulders and start to atone for my sins.” Still silence but Yamato slowly backed up as Kakashi started touching him. Kakashi continues, “Listen. I am sorry I forgot your birthday and messed up our plans and was rude to you earlier.” He kept rubbing the knots out of his boyfriend’s neck waiting for a response. After what felt like forever, Yamato replied, “ Do you know why I get so excited about my birthday? It’s the only real thing I have about me. I don’t have a real name, or a real family. My birthday is the only thing about me that was documented. Everything else in my life revolves around my mokuton and serving the village. My birthday is one of the only things that remind me that I am a real person. Not just a clone of lord first. It’s a day to celebrate me. Kakashi, I’ve never celebrated my birthday with friends either. I was always on a mission or there was war or something. This was supposed to be the year I wouldn’t be alone. But that’s ok. I guess some things aren’t meant to change. I’m not mad. Maybe I’ll just give up on trying to have real birthday.” Kakashi stopped with his massage. And whispered in his ear, “no. Tenzo, I had no idea. I am so sorry for everything. You are my boyfriend and I have been neglecting you. I promise to never let you be alone on your birthday ever again. I love you. Just you. Only you. Please forgive me.” Yamato smiled. “ Come on Kohai, I have something for you inside.” Yamato was sad to leave his lover’s embrace but got up anyways. They both wrapped towels around their waist and was greeted to a beautiful birthday cake. It was green and blue with the words ‘happy birthday’ frosted on it. Yamato smiled from ear to ear. “Sempai, you didn’t! I’ve never had a birthday cake.” Kakashi lighted the candles and turned off the lights. He sweetly sang happy birthday and looked at his lover, “Make a wish my love.” Yamato quickly pecked his lips and took Kakashi’s hand. “ I already have everything I could ever want.”

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