#kakashi is such a brat

[fustilarian1031]

don’t ever show feelings in front of baby kashi he can and will out u immediately

[oh-no-its-bird]

Chasing shadows chapter 7...save me chasing shadows chapter 7.......orochimaru and kid Kakashi interaction...oughhg...

[doveywovy]

in an au where the uchiha massacre didnt happen, itachi would be very weird and jealous about team seven

[teatitty]

Listen. I don't think Kakashi and Iruka ever actively hated/disliked one another. Even early in the series it's pretty apparent they have a normal level of respect and are quite civil a lot of the time they just also happen to Disagree on some key things [namely: chuunin exam incident]

That being said however I think the funniest reason for them not to like one another as kids is if Iruka took one look at Pakkun's little pug self and said "man you're an ugly little fuck aren't'cha?" and Kakashi was so enraged and offended on his dog's behalf he declared Iruka his enemy forever and Iruka has no idea why Hound/Kakashi is such a snit with him but he's like "well two can play at this game" and now they're sniping back and forth for years

And Iruka is Convinced Hound/Kakashi is just an arrogant arsehole with no manners and then one day he sees a very familiar pug in Kakashi's arms on a bench or something and is like. Oh god no. I insulted his fucking dog. No wonder he doesn't like me

Cue the most awkward and embarrassing apology ever because Kakashi refuses to accept anything but the best for his dogs and yes he does make Iruka apologise to Pakkun directly even though Pakkun has absolutely no memory of ever being insulted at all [but then Iruka offers to cook for them and Pakkun folds faster than origami]

[depressedhatakekakashi]

A Show Of Strength

For @kkgweek The Eternal Rival's Creator Challenge

Prompt: Strength

Point Bracket target: 5500+ (20 points)

Work made alongside @maitogaimybeloved

The scene in front of her could only be described as a painting. A rough, broken, tattered painting that made no sense no matter how many times or what direction she looked at it from. 

Her nose twitched and her eyes narrowed, a look of disgust making its home on her face as she watched the scene unfold in front of her.

If Neji and Lee weren’t with her, forcing themselves to watch the same terrible scene as she was being subjected to, it was likely no one would ever believe it truly happened

Even with the two of them backing her up, it was still a stretch to think anyone would believe her.

She hardly believed herself.

“Come on, Kakashi,” her Sensei insisted, a proud smile on his face to cover the desperation in his voice. “It has been far too long since our last challenge.”

“It has only been a week,” Kakashi-Sensei argued, a hand running through his spiky silver hair. “Or did you forget about the sushi eating contest because you lost?”

“I did not forget,” watching as her Sensei jabbed a finger against his rival’s chest, she began to wonder if there was a jutsu that existed that could make someone less embarrassing, even if only a little. “It has been two months since that challenge. You’re so busy your days are blending together.”

A thoughtful expression settled into Kakashi-sensei’s eyes. If Tenten had to guess what he was thinking about, it was a detailed breakdown of everything he could remember doing since the aforementioned challenge.

“There was…” her eyes flickered down to his hands, a smile tugging at her lips when she saw his fingers tapping against his leg. A small gesture she’d come to recognize in the few times she’d seen the older man. 

He was counting.

Walking himself through the timeline of his life and taking note of every single significant event he could think of that would help him work out a close approximation of the days that had passed between his last challenge and today. 

“I went on a mission with Asuma the day after, that lasted three days, and then there was the solo mission I did that took me to the land of stone…”

With each event he vocalized a finger drummed against his leg.

“And then we went on a mission together. That was what, a day?”

“It took a week, Rival,” she couldn’t help but snicker when her Sensei sighed. “Have you had any down time since then?”

“Do I need to answer that?”

“That is your answer,” her Sensei placed a hand over his face, an exhausted sigh escaping his lips. “Even when you’ve been removed from Anbu you continue to overwork yourself.”

“I don’t get all that much choice in the matter,” Kakashi defended himself. “Anyways, let’s not worry about that,” his posture relaxed, fingers no longer tapping against his leg. “You want a challenge, let’s do a challenge. How about an arm wrestle?”

Everyone turned to look at her when she let out a loud, obnoxious snort.

“Sorry,” she tried to wave their attention away, but they all continued to stare. Eye burrowing into her like sharpened Kunai trying to dig their way into her soul. “Just ignore me.”

“Too late,” Neji muttered under his breath. 

“Do you have something to say?” Kakashi-sensei asked, his eyes sparkling with amusement as watched her. 

“No!��� She shook her head viciously, wishing everyone would just return to what they were doing. “I was just…thinking about asking Lee to spar with me!”

As soon as the words left her mouth she regretted them. Lee spun around to face her, his entire body vibrating with excitement. “Is this true, Tenten? Would you really like to spar?”

She had a choice to make now.

Continue with her lie and risk being trapped in a spar that would only end when Lee was exhausted, which wouldn't be until tomorrow morning knowing her luck, or fess up and just say what she was thinking when she’d snorted.

“No,” she sighed, regretting her decision immediately when she saw all the excitement evaporate right off of Lee’s face. “It’s just…isn’t that a bit of an unfair challenge?”

“Unfair?” her Sensei tilted his head. “There are certainly such challenges, but I do not believe this is one of them, is it Rival?”

“Not at all,” pocketing his hands, Kakashi-Sensei watched her with calculating eye. “Who’s it unfair for, exactly?”

“Well…you.”

Both the older men seemed taken aback by he answer.

“Me?”

“Ya,” she nodded. “Gai-Sensei is jacked. I mean, look at him,” she waved her hand toward her Sensei, ignoring the proud smile that stretched across his face and the slight flex of his arms as he showed off his muscles. “And you’re…well,” gesturing toward Kakashi-sensei’s arms, she found herself at a loss for words. “Not?”

“My uniform is baggy.”

“Oh come now, Rival,” her sensei smacked his friend across the back before wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “You can admit it. You do not have the fine physique that I do.”

A look crossed over Kakashi-sensei’s face.

One she’d seen on Gai-sensei’s and Lee’s faces almost every day. 

Unrestrained determination.

“Now if you want, we could show my dear stu- Kakashi!”

With no warning, and more glee than she’d ever seen him express before, Kakashi-Sensei turned to face Gai-Sensei and promptly threw him over his shoulder. Not even in a nice, friendly way either. He grabbed Gai-Sensei’s arm and yanked him right over his shoulder, leaving the usually cheerful man sputtering for a response.

“Well, he can lift that’s for sure,” Neji noted. “Gai-Sensei isn’t a light person to pick up.”

“I can’t even do a single push-up with Gai-Sensei on my back yet, or pull him to his feet without his aid,” Lee muttered, a fire lighting in his eyes and his arms flying up so Tenten had to duck to the side to avoid being punched in the face in his excitement. “I’ll have to work even harder!”

Without pause he turned around and ran off, his voice trailing behind him. The only words Tenten managed to catch were ‘run’ and ‘village’ which she had come to understand as Lees first step in a training regime that would give her nightmares. 

“See?” Kakashi-Sensei asked, eyes focused on Tenten even as his free hand came up and smacked Gai-Sensei’s ass. A move that earned him a firm smack to the back of his head.

“Gross,” Tenten grumbled under her breath. “But also that doesn’t really prove anything.”

“He just deadlifted Gai-Sensei,” Neji argued. “That at least deserves a little respect. We saw what happened to Genma-San when he tried the same thing.”

Thinking back to that beautiful moment, Tenten snorted. Genma had been so determined to show off just how strong he was that he’d tried the exact same move they’d just watched Kakashi-sensei preform, except instead of ending with Gai-sensei sitting comfortably on his shoulder he’d found himself flat on his ass with a sore shoulder and an amused Gai-sensei staring down at him. 

“Alright, so he’s stronger than Genma-san,” she shrugged, still not all that impressed. “That’s to be expected of Gai-sensei’s rival, and a top Jonin of Konoha.”

“That’s true,” nodding his head, Neji hummed. “Still doesn’t prove he’d be able to pose a real challenge in an arm wrestle.”

“Jeez Gai, what are you teaching these kids…”

“To have expectations?”

“Rude,” leaning forward, Kakashi-sensei let Gai-sensei slip down his shoulder until his feet hit the ground. As soon as they’d touched down, her sensei straightened himself up. “Can you think of anything I can do to impress students who have clearly only seen the best of Konoha,” he gestured to Gai “and…Genma.”

“It could be worse.”

“How?”

“Their other example of strength could have been Ebisu.”

Tenten expected a response. Some sort of rebuttal, or even words of agreement. 

What she got instead was a bored sigh and Kakashi-sensei’s attention turning to her and Neji. 

“What do you two want?” he asked. 

“Us?” Glancing Neji’s way, Tenten cringed when the only response he gave was a dismissive shake of his head. It seemed it was up to her to come up with an idea. “Well,” tilting her head back she stared up at the sky as she tried to think of the perfect test to see just how strong her Sensei’s ‘eternal rival’ really was. 

“Push-ups,” she decided, glancing at Neji's for confirmation. When he nodded in agreement she felt her chest swell with pride. “That’s what we want you to do.”

“Push-ups? That’s it?” hearing a hint of disappointment in Kakashi-sensei’s voice, she crossed her arms over her chest and puffed out her cheeks like a toddler about to have a temper tantrum. 

Except she didn’t tantrum. 

Instead, she got creative.

“500 push-ups,” she clarified. “With Gai-sensei sitting on your back.”

At that, Gai-sensei propped his arm up on Kakashi-sensei’s shoulder and chuckled. “That might be a little much, even for you Rival.”

Satisfied that she’d posed a genuine challenge, she grinned up at the older man and waited for his response. Deep down she hoped he’d admit that it was too much for him to handle and back down, accepting his defeat with grace.

Instead of that sweet feeling of victory she was hoping to get, Tenten was treated to the slightly terrifying visual of Kakashi-sensei lowering himself to the ground and maneuvering his body so that he was stretched out with only his hands and the tips of his feet holding him up off the ground. 

“Kakashi…”

“Come on,” he insisted, lifting one hand up and patting the small of his back. “The quicker we get this over with, the sooner we can have our challenge and go to dinner.”

“You just got back from a mission.”

“And I'll rest after this, I promise,” patting his back once more, Kakashi-sensei settled his hand back against the ground. “You can even wrap me up in a blanket and hold me in bed if that makes you feel better.”

Tenten wasted no time in shooing away the mental image that popped up into her head. The last thing she needed to be thinking about was the things her Sensei did in his down time, especially the things he did with Kakashi-sensei. 

“If you pass out-”

“I’m not going to pass out,” Kakashi-sensei insisted, his eyes flickering down for a moment before moving back up to Gai. “I will warn you if I’m about to pass out.”

Contemplating the offer for a moment, Gai-sensei sighed. “You’re determined, so there’s no point in arguing with you about it,” he settled, finally moving to take his spot on Kakashi-sensei’s back. Plopping himself down right where Kakashi-sensei had gestured, he settled in before turning his focus to Tenten. “This was your idea, so you should do the counting.”

“So you want me to count to two-hundred?” 

Kakashi-sensei shot her a rather unimpressed glare “You said five hundred push-ups.”

“I did,” reaching her arms behind her she set them down in the grass and leaned back. “But you’re only going to make it to two-hundred before you collapse.”

“Gai.”

“Yes, Rival?” Tenten suddenly felt uneasy when she saw the smile that crept onto her Sensei’s face. It wasn’t the same bright, energetic smile that she was used to seeing. Rather, this smile was dark. 

If it was anyone else smiling like that she’d call it creepy.

“She’s paying for dinner when I finish these push-ups.”

“Wh-Hey, i did not agree to that!”

“It’s the rules of the challenge,” Gai-sensei insisted while continuing to smile that unnerving smile. “If you say that someone cannot do something and they prove you wrong, you must pay for the next meal.”

“That’s not fair. Neji never pays for Lee’s meals when he’s wrong about him!”

“To date, I have not been wrong about Lee.” Neji interjected.

“And when you are wrong about him?” she huffed, determined to get a small win before she put her wallet on the line for an agreement she hadn’t even realized she was making. “Are you going to buy him dinner then?”

“If Lee ever proves me wrong,” Neji spoke slowly, the words carefully selected before he allowed them to slip past his lips. “Then yes, I will buy him dinner.”

“I’ll let Lee know it’s a date then,” turning her back firmly to Neji, she ignored his sputtering protests and stared at the two sensei’s in front of her in what could only be described as the most ridiculous position she’d ever seen.

Actually, the second most ridiculous position she’d ever seen.

She had unfortunately been present to witness the day Gai-Sensei had decided to do three-hundred laps around the village while doing a crab walk. Something he’d sworn was good for working out his arms, but which she would never be able to see as anything other than utterly ridiculous. 

“You two are-” stopping herself from completing that thought she sighed. It was because of her that they were sitting there, Gai-sensei situated happily on Kakashi-sensei’s back kicking his feet in the air while he waited for the push-ups to begin. “Never mind. Let’s just get this over with before someone sees this.”

Taking the hint, Kakashi-sensei lowered his body until his chest was hovering just an inch above the ground and pushed back upward, completing one of five-hundred push-ups. A fact which Gai-sensei vocalized with a cheerful “one!” while continuing to kick his legs.

“Two!” he called out upon the completion of another push-up, followed by a three, four, five, and six. That cheerful tone sticking to his words with each number he called out. 

“Four-hundred and ninety six,” she hated to admit it, but she was impressed. Not only had Kakashi-sensei managed to complete two-hundred push-ups but he’d blown right past that number like it was no big deal. 

His stamina had kept up, even at the three-hundred and four-hundred marks.  

“Four-hundred and ninety seven,” Gai-senseI continued to count with the same cheerfulness he’d had right from the beginning. There was no hint of exhaustion, annoyance, or any emotion other than unrestrained cheerfulness. 

She was just as annoyed about her Sensei’s undying cheerfulness as she was about the fact that she was very close to having to spend money on someone else’s dinner. Specifically someone who could buy her twenty dinners without having to worry if they were going to have enough money for groceries. 

She was, after all, only a genin. 

The higher ups didn’t give her missions that paid well enough to be throwing away money like that.

“Four-hundred and ninety eight,” she turned her gaze away, no longer able to stomach watching. 

“Neji,” she whined. “Make it stop.”

“What do you want me to do about it?” eyes still focused on the scene that Tenten could no longer bring herself to look at, Neji shook his head. “Clearly you underestimated him.”

“I can’t afford to feed him,” she whined, pleading for aid from her teammate even though she knew he could do little more than her to put an end to her suffering. “If he eats anything like Gai-sensei-”

“He eats more than Gai-sensei.”

Her stomach dropped. “Please tell me you’re joking.”

“It might have changed since the last competition I happened upon,” a look of disgust crossed over Neji’s face at the memory. “But even if it has, he’s more than capable of eating enough to empty your wallet and mine before he’s full.”

The news just kept getting worse. 

“Four-hundred and ninety nine!” Gai-sensei’s voice rang through the air, the sound of a hard slap echoing close behind it followed by a pained groan.

A surge of excitement rushed through Tenten and her eyes snapped back to the two older men, but much to her disappointment Kakashi-sensei had not collapsed under the force of Gai-sensei’s slap. 

Her wallet and dignity were still very much in danger. 

“I’ve really done it,” crossing her arms over her chest she pinched her eyes closed. If she had the ability to stop time she would do it right now. Then maybe she’d kick Kakashi-sensei over so he couldn’t finish his push-ups, or just make a break for it before he could complete the final one. If she wasn’t there to see it she could feign ignorance. Act like none of it had really happened and save herself from having to fork over money she probably didn’t have. 

“I’m done,” Kakashi-sensei suddenly proclaimed, and Tenten couldn’t help but groan. She hadn’t even heard her Sensei calling out the last number, but here she was. Faced with the reality that Kakashi-sensei could in fact do five-hundred push-ups with a 200 pound muscle machine sitting happily on his back. 

“But Kakashi,” her ears perked up, that sickly feeling in her stomach reciding when she heard a slight waver in her Sensei’s voice. “You only have one more push-up to do.”

One more push-up.

One more.

Refraining from jumping and throwing her arms up in the air in triumph, Tenten instead cleared her throat. A poor attempt to conceal the overwhelming joy she was experiencing in the moment. “Are you giving up already, Kakashi-sensei?” she teased, trying to keep her tone light hearted even though she really wanted to celebrate upon the grave that she’s already dug in the front of her memories. A grave that she would happily shove all respect she had for him into, once he conceded defeat. 

Not that there was a lot of respect for her to put into the grave. He’d killed almost all respect she originally had for him when he smacked her sensei’s ass in front of her. 

“I’m tired,” tilting his body, he forced Gai-sensei to stumble off of his back and proceeded to drag himself to his feet so slowly that she was convinced even Ningame could outpace him. “Besides, four hundred and ninety-nine push-ups should be more than enough to prove that I'm more than capable of handling my own against Gai.”

“Gai-sensei would have been able to do all five-hundred with you on his back,” she huffed, looking for Neji's way for support. “Right?”

“Probably more like a thousand,” Neji confirmed. “Though, to be fair, Gai-sensei is about 200 pounds of pure muscle.”

Dismissing Neji’s excuse with a wave of her hand, Tenten grinned. “It was impressive,” a small smile tugged at her lips. “I just don’t think it’s enough to convince me that you can take Sensei in an arm wrestle. Maybe you should stick to challenges that you have a shot of winning, like eating contests.”

Contests that she wouldn’t have to pay for.

“Maybe you’re right,” running a hand through his hair, Kakashi-sensei chuckled. “And after all those push-ups an eating contest does sound like just the thing i need.”

“A contest that I will surely win this time!” 

“Right, of course,” Kakashi-sensei’s eyes seemed to twinkle as he looked at Gai-sensei. If Tenten was someone else she might ask about it, but she was not. In fact, she was the opposite of that imaginary person who wanted to know about what the older man was thinking when he looked at her weirdo sensei. 

“Anyways,” turning to Neji, she smiled. “Since I don't have to pay for those two, how about we hunt down Lee and head out to dinner.”

“Your treat?”

Her wallet cried out in agony, but it was a softer, less pained cry than what she would have heard if it was Kakashi-sensei’s dinner she was paying for. “My treat,” she conceded with a sigh. “A small celebration for the whole five hundred ryo I'll be saving.”

Money she was desperately going to need for groceries. 

“Knowing Lee, he’s still doing laps around the village. We can probably catch him on his next lap at the village gates,” as he spoke Neji did a one-hundred and eighty degree turn and began walking. Without saying a single word about the situation he’d made it clear that he wanted to leave almost as badly as Tenten did.

If she had to guess, the only reason he’d stuck around as long as he did was to see if Kakashi-sensei would manage to beat her challenge. Whether it was because he was curious to know if he could pose the kind of challenge their sensei deserved in an arm wrestle, or just standard curiosity about the older man’s abilities, she didn’t know. Neither did she care.

The fact that she had someone sitting at her side while she waited for the challenge to come to a satisfying conclusion was all she truly cared about. She wasn���t sure she’d have been able to handle this entire scenario all on her own. 

“Don’t forget, training at seven am sharp tomorrow!” Gai-sensei called after them. “Don’t be late!”

His words reached her ears, but Tenten paid them no heed.

She’d be there, bright and early, for a morning full of painful exercises and exhausting spars. That was a problem for tomorrow, though. Tonight, all she wanted to focus on was what she was going to eat for dinner and the weight of money still being in her money pouch. 

There seemed to be a little more pep in Tenten’s step as she made her way out of the training field with Neji at her side.

Almost as if she was feeling victorious.

Kakashi chuckled at the thought. He’d debated finishing that last push-up and claiming sweet victory, but then he’d gone and made the worst mistake he could have made.

He looked back at Tenten.

He’s been hoping that she’d be looking at him with respect. Acknowledging the skills she had so quickly judged. 

Instead, the expression he saw on her face was one of hopelessness.

It was at that moment that he knew he couldn’t finish that final push-up, even if it would mean bragging rights over the young shinobi for the rest of his possibly short  life. 

Rolling his left shoulder, Kakashi groaned when it gave a satisfying pop. “Ah, that was a lot,” he’d felt energized while he was doing the push-ups, but now felt a wave of exhaustion rush over him. 

Perhaps agreeing to Tenten’s challenge hadn’t been such a great idea.

“You gave up too soon,” he didn’t bother to look Gai’s way. Doing so would only result in him having to face down the look of disappointment, a specialty of Gai’s. Thinking a bit more about it, it was the only look Gai could give him that had the desired effect. That effect being, of course, making Kakashi feel like he’d committed some egregious crime that could only be atoned for with Gai’s special brand of self punishment. 

“I’m tired.”

“Your arms weren’t even beginning to wobble. You had at least another two-hundred push-ups in you.”

“One-hundred and fifty,” he corrected, still refusing to look Gai’s way. “And even if I did I would have stopped at five-hundred.”

“But you didn’t. You stopped at four-hundred and ninety-nine,” a finger prodded into his side, calling his attention to Gai. he refused to give it, though. After a week-long mission and four-hundred and ninety-nine push-ups the last thing he wanted to see was that look in Gai’s eyes. The one that somehow mixed disappointment and judgement so perfectly that it created a whole new look that was impossible for anyone else to mimic. If he did, he was likely to cave and do those last one-hundred and fifty push-ups out of a deep feeling of shame. “You gave up, Ka-ka-shi.”

The drawn out pronunciation of his name sent shivers down his spine.

“Can’t we just say I was tired and call it a day?” he tried, grunting when Gai poked him in the side again. “Stop that.”

“Not until you explain why,” another poke, this time just below his rib cage. He squirmed away, smacking Gai’s hand when he tried to go for a fourth poke. “Come on, Ka-ka-shi,” that drawn out pronunciation struck again, earning Gai a sharp glare. A mistake on Kakashi’s part. As soon as his eyes locked onto Gai’s he was greeted with that look.

The look that made his disappointed glance seem like child’s play.

The soul crushing, heart stomping look that screamed ‘why don’t you love me anymore?’ even though Kakashi had done nothing to warrant Gai questioning his love for him. 

“You are the worst.”

“I’m your worst,” Gai corrected, that look vanishing in an instant, replaced by a cheerful smile that suited Gai’s handsome face much better. “Now explain. You’re not one to throw away a free meal like that.”

“It’s different.”

“How so?”

Thinking through his options, Kakashi sighed. He didn’t want to lie to Gai and say that he was just tired. Doing so would earn him a lecture about underestimating his capabilities and a challenge that was likely to end with him too exhausted to get out of bed tomorrow.

Trying to sidestep the conversation was also likely to fail. Gai was determined to get an explanation out of him so no matter what crafty excuse he came up with to try and redirect his focus, it was guaranteed to fail. 

The only logical option was to tell the truth. 

“I might have…felt bad.”

“Felt…bad?” Gai repeated.”You?”

“She looked so sad and defeated and…honestly a little pathetic,” not that he would ever say that when Tenten was within earshot. He’d never hear the end of it if she caught wind that anyone, let alone the man who’d been pile driven into the ground by Gai during their last spar that his students just happened to be watching, had referred to her as ‘pathetic’. “And really, it’s just bad form having a lower ranking shinobi pay for my dinner isn’t it?”

Gai snorted. “I can’t wait to tell Tenzo that you said that.”

“Tenzo is different,” he argued. “For one, there’s no rank in Anbu. If there was, he'd at least be a Jonin.”

“Are you certain about that?”

“If Ebisu can be a Jonin, Tenzo would be a jonin.”

“He’s a special jonin,” the way Gai waved his fingers around as he said ‘special’ did nothing to convince Kakashi that he wasn’t saying those words as a way to mock Ebisu’s rank. “And that doesn’t change anything. Even if Tenzo was an official Jonin he’d still be your subordinate.”

“Alright, let me explain it a bit better,” though he wasn’t convinced he could, he would give it his best shot. “Do you remember when we were Genin?”

“Of course! It was the beginning of our springtime of youth! We were passionate and talented and-”

“Poor,” Kakashi finished for him, refraining from laughing when the smile dropped right off of Gai’s face. “We were poor. Me not as long as you perhaps,” the glare he received for that underhanded jab was capable of killing a weak willed shinobi. Thankfully, he was not weak willed. “My point is that I remember the days when I was still a genin worrying about fending for myself. If Tenten had parents, or the orphanage was capable of taking proper care of the kids that it’s supposed to take care of, I wouldn’t feel bad about making her pay for my dinner.”

“But because she is mostly responsible for fending for herself now that she’s a genin, it’s different,” nodding, Gai sighed. “Fine, just this once I can forgive you for giving up.”

Seeing an opening, Kakashi took a step to the side. Just close enough so his arm brushed against Gai’s. “You know, now that we’re alone we could do something fun.”

“Like a challenge?” Gai beamed, the innocent joy in his eyes too much for Kakashi to handle. 

“Sure,” he smiled fondly. “Something like a challenge,” It wasn’t his preferred choice, but he’d have time later to get what he wanted out of Gai. “something easy though, please. I really am tired.”

“That arm wrestling you suggested originally would be rather easy, though I guess after nearly five-hundred push-ups it would be a bit unfair,” he ignored the playful jab Gai made at his failure to finish all five-hundred promised push-ups. “I could even the playing field of course. It wouldn’t take long.”

“Too long for my liking. How about something we can do right away?”

“You’re usually happy to do anything. In a rush, rival?”

“I just got back from a mission a few hours ago,” he reminded his partner. “Beside’s, the day is almost over. I want to get to bed at a reasonable hour tonight.”

“Because you’re genuinely tired, or because you want to wake up early to go to the cemetery?” Gai watched him with curious eyes, no doubt having thoughts about Kakashi’s morning rituals in that pretty head of his. 

“Both,” turning to face Gai, he leaned in close. The tips of their noses touched, and for a beautiful, silent moment, Kakashi felt like Gai’s warm arms were wrapped around him. That moment ended as soon as Gai closed the distance between them and pressed his lips against Kakashi.

There was a thin, scratchy mask sitting between their lips, but that did nothing to stop the two of them from sharing a tender kiss. A kiss that Kakashi had no doubt they would repeat, without that scratchy mask, as soon as they were in one of their apartments. 

Gai was the first to move away, stopping only when Kakashi buried his fingers into those beautiful black strands of hair. He didn’t pull him back in for another kiss, but instead just held him there. Just close enough for his breath to brush against his face.

“I missed you, Turtle.” he whispered, the rest of his words resting in the back of his mind waiting for the security of privacy for him to say them aloud. 

“And I missed you, Rival,” Gai answered with a tenderness that made Kakashi weak in the knees. “I hope you have a bit more time in the village before your next mission. It seems like you’re never here anymore.”

“Lord Third told me he was keeping me off missions for the next week,” he took the news better than he had last year, if only because he was finally getting used to the old man trying to stick him with a team of genin after the academy’s final exams. “So you’ll have me for at least a week.”

Gai’s arms snaked around his waist. “A week sounds wonderful,” he smiled. “We’ll be able to fit at least three challenges into that time.”

Burying his face into Gai’s shoulder, Kakashi pressed his mouth right into the meaty part. The best part of the body to muffle the sound of his laughter. He’d expected Gai to make some mention of the challenges they could have of course, he just couldn’t help being caught a little off guard when he slipped it in at their most intimate moments. 

Once he’d recovered from that surprise bout of laughter he straightened himself up and looked Gai right in the eyes. “Dinner first,” he declared, leaving no room for argument or compromise. “I’m thinking about our usual spot. Some Nigiri, Maki, Sashimi,”

“Tempura?” Gai added, his eyes practically glowing with excitement. 

“Tempura,” he agreed. “All for you, as always.”

Satisfied with that answer, Gai tugged him right up against his body and swooped in for another quick kiss. This one just as tender as the last, though it ended a little too quickly in Kakashi’s opinion. 

“Then it’s decided. We’ll have a race to the restaurant!” he declared, laughing that brilliant laugh of his when Kakashi stared at him with a dazed expression. Whether he was dazed from the kiss or from Gai’s declaration, he wasn’t quite sure. 

Either way, the words didn’t fully sink in until Gai had released his hold on him and taken a step back.

“Wait…” he blinked, feeling like a fish thrown out of water all of a sudden. “A what?”

“A race!” Gai reiterated. “From here to the restaurant. Loser has to pay for dinner, as always.”

“I don’t suppose I can talk you out of that, can I?” Gai answered his question with a raised eyebrow and a look that told Kakashi if he didn’t agree to the challenge he would be eating dinner alone. “Alright, fine. We can have a race,” he conceded. “Just give me a second to stretch. I don’t need to wake up tomorrow aching because I didn’t stretch my muscles once.”

If he’d been smart he would have done it before throwing Gai over his shoulder like a sack of rice, or before getting down on his hands and knees and doing four-hundred and ninety-nine push-ups.

A genius Kakashi was, but smart usually evaded him when it came to remembering the importance of stretching. 

“Be quick about it,” Although he sounded impatient, Gai took the opportunity to begin his own stretches.

A mistake, of course.

“I’ll be quick, i just have to do a few,” stretching his arms over his head he sighed as the muscles in his shoulders released suddenly. “Owww.”

“You really need to take care of your body, Rival,” Gai scolded him. “I know it’s hard on a mission, but it’s still important to take the time.”

“You don’t get to lecture me about taking care of myself Mr. ‘Forgets to eat lunch because he got caught up in training’” lowering his arms so they were extended in front of him he watched as Gai bent over to touch his toes. “Oh, and Gai?”

“Yes?” he didn’t bother to look up, expecting Kakashi to finish his thought once he was given the opening. That was, of course. Not Kakashi’s plan at all.

Instead, he reached out and planted his hands against Gai’s ass, grabbing a hand full of that squishy cake and snickering to himself when Gai let out a loud yelp. Before his rival could straighten himself up and turn for the attack he gave a hard shove and promptly jumped over Gai’s falling body. 

His feet hit the ground at the same time as Gai’s face, and the sound of his partner's strangled protests followed him as he made a run for it. It wasn’t fair, or honourable, but none of that mattered at the moment.

The only thing he cared about was beating Gai to the restaurant and enjoying some delicious free sushi.

[sinnbaddie]

Tired of this idea that Kakashi didn’t like anyone because he fully saw himself as a tool to the village.

He was still a child, no matter how much he believed he was to be used and rules to be followed he still needed social interaction. He still liked talking to his friends even if he didn’t consciously consider them friends.

Not to mention that some believe each relationship he has would be the same? Kakashi’s bond with Gai as a 12 year old is much different than his bond w Obito and for good reason.

Obito and Kakashi clashed because of their own philosophies and flaws (Kakashi being a stickler for rules, Obito not taking being a shinobi seriously etc). They barely got on as teammates and Obito did not respect Kakashi in any way while Kakashi thought little of him.

Gai and Kakashi didn’t have that kind of relationship because Gai is a different person than Obito. He was adamant in becoming a fine shinobi, working well together and pushing the people around him to be better. While his ways are different than Kakashi’s, he never clashed with him so negatively and never would.

Kakashi while initially didn’t think much of Gai when he and Sakumo met him, he clearly changed his views when his father told him to take Gai seriously and then Gai proved to him why he should.

[atanxdoesstuff]

nejisasu doodle! a universe where the hyuuga's slavery bs doesn't get ignored and Neji and Sasuke are better off for it (and also they're married)

[senjutsunade]

"My granduncle used to have this rule about no sweets before bed. Guess what? I didn’t listen to him then, and I’m certainly not starting now. Besides, as a medic—one of the best, mind you—I can confirm their health is better than ours. Sure, they give us sleepless nights, but that doesn’t seem to affect their own beauty sleep. Oh, and the guard rotation? Noted."

@konohagakurekakashi

[every-jiraiya]

[konohagakurekakashi]

Continued from here

Kakashi nodded, though whether it was to clear his jumbled thoughts, indicate that he had heard her statement, or show his ascent to an impromptu shopping spree; he could not be sure. Perhaps it was all of the above and then some, the Jōnin suddenly feeling infinitely more impuissant than he did when he first hooked a leg over the sill of her window.

Like most capable shinobi, the Ansatsu compartmentalizarion training kicked in the moment the wistful feelings thought to linger a beat too long. All sentiments were sealed up and stashed in a corner of his mental scape, only to be opened at a time when he wasn't slumped infront of his superior. Maybe never. It wouldn't do to obsess over times long past, long buried- He should really know better.

Less distracted, he managed to drag his gaze away from the pool of sunlight to take in the many stacks of reports, mission scrolls and clan based supplications towering around the Godaime in haphazard mounds. Each stack (all official and all important looking), swaying in tandem with the Kage's movements.

Simply put, there was a lot of paper. The Leaf still dealing with the effects of yet another breach in village security.

"Aa...well...You seem occupied, Tsunade-sama...".

Gray hues altered from a scroll depicting various states of decaying chakra coils to blink at the blonde hunched behind her desk.

"I could always get the ingredients and meet you at the compound...later?"

@senjutsunade

[whitesnakewine]

consider: Jirakabu dynamic where they hate each other but also Kabuto sucks the juices off Jiraiya's dick when he's done fucking Orochimaru

HOT!!!! 😳 also jiraikabu where jirai tell kabu in explicit details how he taken oro's first time, while he's fucking kabu ♡♡♡

"You're as tight as your master" ok teeheee *twirls my hair*

[senjutsunade]

@konohagakurekakashi

Hey hey! Here’s my full comic that I did for the Kakashi Zine produced by Mishmass Zines, go check out the full zine for fun digital merch and SO MUCH ABSOLUTELY AMAZING CONTENT HOLY SHIT.

Anyway, huge thanks for including me in this project I had so much fun and I really like how this comic came out 🙏💕

[depressedhatakekakashi]

Since When?

Words: 2,262

Prompt: Eight Gates

He couldn’t believe his eyes.

Certain he was dreaming; Gai took a minute to pinch his arm. To do so he’d had to avoid a punch directed at his face from the enemy, but that hadn’t proven to be a difficult task. Although there were at least twenty of them, the enemies were basic jonin at best.

When he didn’t wake up Gai tried again, this time pinching his cheek and twisting his fingers, so a sharp pain radiated from the point he’d pinched all the way back to his ear.

Still, he didn’t wake up, which meant this wasn’t a dream.

“What the hell!?” Everything around him came to a stop. The enemy shinobi stood there, glancing between each other as they tried to assess the situation. In front of him, Kakashi stood with one arm wrapped around one enemy’s neck in a choke hold, and his other hand gripping the front of another enemy’s uniform holding him mid air.

Had Gai not interrupted he was certain Kakashi was about to chuck the enemy dangling with his feet kicking wildly in the air. As it was, though, his rival simply stood there staring at him with a board expression.

“Something wrong?” he asked as if the two of them were sitting calmly at the dango shop enjoying a sweet treat instead of standing in the middle of a battlefield with enemy shinobi surrounding them.

“You!” Pointing at his rival, he narrowed his eyes. “I saw that! You just opened the first gate!”

The calm facade almost broke. For a split-second Gai saw a look of panic shooting through Kakashi’s eyes, but before it could really settle in, he’d gathered his emotions back under his control and stuffed them down.

Just as he always did when he didn’t want to be caught having feelings, which was eighty percent of the time he was awake.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“don’t lie to me!” Seeing one of his opponents charging toward him, Gai threw a punch at just the right time, clocking him in the jaw so that he stumbled backwards with a groan and collapsed into an unconscious heap right in front of his friends. “You think I don’t know what opening the gates looks like? I have been teaching Lee about them for two years now, I know every little facial expression made when it comes to unlocking one of the gates, and that was the first gate!”

“We’re in the middle of a fight,” as if making a point, Kakashi moved the shinobi he was still holding mid air in front of him and promptly dropped him to the ground before delivering a hard kick to the face. “Why are you paying attention to the facial expressions I’m making?”

“Why are you opening the first gate?” Gai fired back, pointing at the shinobi who had just gone limp under Kakashi’s arm. “When did you even learn it? You hate the gates!”

Kakashi learning the gates wasn’t the upsetting part for him. It hurt a little to know his rival had kept this ability hidden from him, and there was a very slight injury to his pride knowing that even the thing he excelled at Kakashi could seemingly do without issue.

“Stop that,” Kakashi scolded, his arm releasing its victim so that he fell to the ground unconscious beside his friend who’d just been knocked out a few seconds before him. “The gates are yours. I can’t open that many and even if I wanted to learn, which I don’t,” he clarified with a hard look as if he was trying to stamp out any doubts Gai might have about his words. “I wouldn’t be able to learn as many as you. The eight gates are still your thing.”

“Except they’re not,” crossing his arms over his chest he huffed. Deep down he wanted to stomp his feet and whine about Kakashi stealing his thing, but that would be childish and silly. Not only was it not just his thing, but Kakashi was known for that.

Even before gaining the Sharingan and officially being recognized as the ‘copy ninja’ his eternal rival had gained a reputation inside of Konoha of watching people practice their jutsu’s and learning it on his own just from copying their hand signs.

“Do you really think I could open the eighth gate if I wanted to?” Kakashi asked, his eyes focused on Gai but glancing every few seconds to the shinobi still standing around them watching them with cautious eyes. “Even if I could, what good would they do me?”

“Well-“

“No,” he stopped Gai with a firm look. “Really think about it. At base level you’re twice as physically strong as me.” At that, Gai pointed at the two unconscious bodies laying at Kakashi’s feet. “I said you were stronger, not that I was weak.”

“The eight gates improve your physical strength and speed,” Gai reminded him. “Enemies that you’re strangling under your arm right now would be taken down twice as quick.”

“And my body would hurt more,” Kakashi fired back, a firm reminder of all the pressure his body already existed under. Sometimes Gai made the mistake of forgetting just how much pain Kakashi was in every day.

Not always physical pain, but exhaustion. The pain of fighting to keep moving when his body just wanted to crumble in place.

He held himself so well, fighting with ease and always putting on a show of being well put together, that even Gai could forget sometimes what kind of pressure his body was under with the sharingan.

“Still,” averting his eyes, he thought about it. If Kakashi could learn to open the first gate what was stopping him, really, from learning others? If he wanted, could he learn to open all eight gates?

If he could, what was the point of someone like Gai existing with his skills when someone like Kakashi could learn them as well?

“Stop it,” lifting his eyes off the ground he met Kakashi’s gaze and immediately felt the overwhelming pressure behind those deep black eyes. “I can’t learn the eight gates Gai. It takes a genius in hard work to learn them.”

“you’re a genius-“

“In tactics and Ninjitsu,” Kakashi fired back. “In hard work…well I’m certainly not lacking but I’m also not you.”

“Me?”

“Look at this,” using his head to gesture to the shinobi standing around them, each of them eying them as if they were preparing to attack, but none of them moving an inch. “Do you think it’s just me they’re afraid of?”

“Well…no,” his pride swelled when he met one of the enemy shinobi’s eyes and he took a cautious step back, creating a bit more space between him and Gai.

“And why do you think they’re afraid of you?”

“That’s easy,” a smile, triumphant and proud, stretched across his lips. “I can beat them without breaking a sweat.”

“We’re standing right here.”

“Shh,” glaring at the one who’d dared to speak, Kakashi raised an eyebrow. “Real shinobi are speaking right now.”

“Kakashi!”

“If they can land a punch on you then I’ll give them some respect.”

Taking the challenge, one of the shinobi crouched down and burst forward, his hand diving into his weapon’s pouch and coming out with a kunai. Before he could even think of attacking, though, Gai rushed forward and slammed his arm right into the man’s stomach.

His opponent hit the ground with a hard thud and immediately turned onto his side as every bit of food he’d eaten in the last day came flooding out of his mouth.

“See? Respect has not been earned.”

He wanted to scold Kakashi for being an arrogant little prick, but it was hard when that arrogance was so damn sexy.

“When did you learn?” he asked, returning to the topic that had caused him to start this conversation in the first place.

“About…” tilting his head back, Kakashi thought for a moment. Meanwhile, the rest of their opponents examined the situation in front of them. Four of their allies now lay on the ground either unconscious, cradling a broken and blood jaw, or puking their guts out. “when we were fifteen I think. During that time I was benched from missions for chakra exhaustion.”

“Which time?” Gai pressed, remembering well that Kakashi had been benched from missions five times that year, though never for enough time to fully recover.

“Before your birthday,” he answered with a playful smile, as if that adorable smile of his would wash away all of the anger Gai felt boiling up inside of him. “Remember when I asked you about the first gate?”

Thinking about it, he frowned when the memory popped into his head. he’d been training in field C when Kakashi approached him asking about the gates and how to open them. If he’d known back, then just what Kakashi wanted to do with that information he would have-

Actually, he wouldn’t have changed a thing and knowing that was even more annoying to him than finding out Kakashi knew how to open any of the gates.

If he’d known Kakashi wanted to learn the gates, he would have supported it fully. Possibly even tried to push for Kakashi to learn more, because if Kakashi got even stronger it would raise the bar that he had to reach for to become as strong as his eternal rival.

Instead, he’d unknowingly aided Kakashi in learning how to open the first gate on his own. Provided him with detailed explanations about how to do it, and even more details about what exactly he was searching for when reaching into the depths of his chakra networks in search of the gates.

“But you hate the gates. You’re always getting on my case about using them unnecessarily.”

“Not the first two,” Kakashi corrected him. “I get on your case about using the third gate and up if you don’t need to. That’s when you start hurting your body needlessly.”

Thinking about it, Gai found that Kakashi was right.

Whenever he used the first or second gate his rival had kept his opinion to himself. If he used the third gate or up he’d always receive a lecture about taking better care of his body and not being so reckless.

So Kakashi clearly didn’t hate all the gates.

“So do you know both the first two gates?”

“I can open them,” Kakashi confirmed. “And before you get your ego bruised by that, it took me three years to learn to properly open the first gate, and three months for the second one.”

“is that because you had so many missions to do all the time?”

“…Partially,” he admitted. “But my point still stands. It wasn’t an easy task. Don’t go thinking I just learned this in a day. I learn Ninjutsu faster than I learned to open any of the gates.”

Gai couldn’t help but let his pride swell at that. If the gates were difficult for Kakashi, a genius, to learn, then it was even more of an accomplishment that he had succeeded in learning all of them.

Him and Kakashi shared a skill, but it was one skill he would always surpass his eternal rival in.

“In that case,” finally he redirected his attention to the rest of their enemies. The shinobi who were still, stupidly enough, standing around watching them. “What do you say to the two of us opening the second gate and seeing who can take down more enemies? We’re tied at two a piece right now.”

“We also still need that scroll,” Kakashi reminded him while stretching his arms up above his head, preparing for the moment when he’d strike. “One point for whoever gets the most shinobi, one for whoever finds the scroll?”

“That could end us up in a tie.”

“Mmm, true,” examining the shinobi in front of them, Kakashi let out a small, amused huff. “Alright, one point for whoever takes down the most, one for whoever finds the scroll, and one for whoever does the coolest take down. Deal?”

“Deal!”

Taking that as their warning, the rest of their opponents made one of two choices. 10 of them charged forward, kunai and fists coming up to protect them as they charged toward Kakashi and Gai. The other six turned tail and ran for it.

“I’ve got the runners!” Kakashi called out before closing his eyes. Echoing his rival, Gai shut his own eyes and concentrated. He reached deep into his chakra network, stopping at the second gate.

“Gate of healing…” he began, Kakashi’s voice joining his at the last word. “Release!”

Chakra burst around him, the healing energy soothing his aches and recharged his energy reserves. Feeling lighter than ever, Gai opened his eyes and smirked when he saw his opponents now just a few steps in front of them. All of them looked terrified, as if they were facing death head on.

Luckily for them, Gai didn’t need to kill them to win his competition.

In his peripherals he saw Kakashi charging straight past the enemy shinobi heading toward him. It was obvious his focus was on retrieving the scroll which would no doubt be on one of the shinobi now running away from them, so Gai focused on the other two targets.

Taking down all the shinobi currently charging toward him so that he won a point for the most taken down and doing so with the coolest move he could come up with.

[senjutsunade]

Tsunade-sama, did you win the ping-pong game between you and Kakashi?

Like that was even a challenge?

[konohagakurekakashi]

Continued from here

The Jōnin shrugged his shoulders, before placing the o-choco cup back onto the surface of her desk, along with the Genin reports.

His lone gaze flittered idly about her office before landing on a chair groaning underneath even more papers and scrolls. He then eased towards the sad piece of furniture, transfering the load to a random, half-empty tray; then proceeded to drag the chair across the space with a dull 'screetch' and 'scrape' to the opposite end of Tsunade's desk.

He slumped into the chair as soon as he came to a stop with an exaggerated sigh. It looked like he was going to be in this office for a good while, so he might as well get comfortable.

"Maa...Hokage-sama. Are you saying you believe in such a thing as curses and fate. I thought you were a scientist." Kakashi cocked his head at the thought, mouth twitching deftly.

"You know...One could say that the Sannins' given missions had a knack for turning farcical simply because it was a time of conflict and you were just that - The Sannin. Sensei was simply too fast for his own organs and my team...well...they just had little to no self-preservation skills. That coupled with an unexpected administrative error made for good old chakra exhaustion. You wouldn't just chug it all down to a string of terrible coincidences, then?"

As a shinobi had to choose their battles, Kakashi preferred to ignore any and all further talks of the dreaded Kage position, selecting instead to alter his attention to the lable of the bottle nestled between them.

"Nagi Island Sake, huh? Maybe I just assumed Shizune confiscated all of the good stuff...Rumor has it she's been particularly strict these days."

@senjutsunade

[senjutsunade]

@konohagakurekakashi evidence shows otherwise and witnesses can attest to to the style being Victorian without a doubt.

mr. chakra exhaustion getting bullied by the president