#but thats the one my sis knows about so orz

[chiisana-lion]

considering moving Again to a brand new acc where my main isnt the art blog this time

[alfys-pigeon-house]

hmmm a small idea i had that i thought id post here, it’s very much unedited so pls bear w me orz

this is a kinda si!oc as naruto, it’s super vague since i only thought of this scene so his age is a bit iffy—but leaning towards 16/17, not sure where this is in canon timeline. i wrote it with kakanaru in mind, but can be seen as not.

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“I fought in a war, before.” I said. Hands fisted on my lap and my gaze straight ahead, towards the setting sun. “In another life, my name wasn’t Naruto.”

It was strange, talking about it. Outloud and in the open with someone other than Kurama. It felt like a confession. And maybe it was.

Beside me Kakashi was silent. “There were no ninjas.” I continued, “Just men with weapons.“ Just soldiers fighting a war for another mans mistake.

Still silence. I wondered, idly, if he believed me. I won’t blame him if he doesn’t. If he doesn’t, I continue acting like always. Like this never happened. Like, I think, I never bared my soul to him.

That was fine with me. I think, a pang shooting through my heart. I was never good at lying to myself.

“We won.” I said, still staring at the now night sky. “I think. I don’t remember much. I died at the end.” Absently, a hand rubbed the spot I was pierced in. A lucky shot, we were fighting for 3 days straight with no sleep and no rest, morale was low but still we fought. We won, I know because the sky was bright that day and there was the howl of the wolves and the loud surrender of the other side.

Fitting that I died there, at that moment.

“There was no one waiting for me back home, anyway.” I didn’t realize I said it aloud until a heard a sharp inhale and felt his gloved hands on mine.

I blinked. “Kakashi?” His grey—so grey, so sad, why was he so sad?—eye stared at mine and then I understood.

Ah, of course.

“Not like here.” A smile makes its way to my face and it only grows wider at the sight of his fond, happy, relieved face. I have a home now and I’m not leaving it, not now and not ever.

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a/n:

it’s really weird writing in first person pov but for some reason thats what my brain automatically wrote in and i couldnt really bring myself to stop once i got going, anyway hopefully it’s okay and the flow isnt weird.