#minato is rolling in laughter from the seal

[kerto-p]

why is it harder to break items in the answer

[senjutsunade]

~The Art of Not Calling It a Date (part 2)~

Note: Part 1: HERE || @minaa-munch & @himekushinada

Once more Tsunade yanked open her closet with a sharp motion, rifling through the remaining neatly folded fabric with a speed that suggested she had very little patience left. "I don't have time for this. I'll be late."

"Oh no," Kushina gasped theatrically from her perch, red hair pooling around her shoulders as she kicked her legs back and forth. "Late for your date! What will Dan-san think?"

Tsunade’s fingers twitched. She turned just enough to shoot the younger kunoichi a withering glare, golden eyes flashing with the promise of retribution. "Why, you little—"

Before she could make good on her unspoken threat, Minato, ever the peacekeeper, interjected in the only way his sparkly, sunshine-wrapped self knew how—by making things worse. "How about you wear this?" He held up what could only be described as an atrocity in fabric form—an ancient, washed-out training shirt, the kind Tsunade probably used to wear when she was barely older than Minato himself.

For a moment, there was stunned silence. Then, Kushina took one look at it and snorted so loudly she nearly fell off the bed. "Oh, please wear that, Tsuna-nii," she cackled, rolling onto her back and clutching her stomach. "Then it will definitely not be a date!"

Minato blinked innocently. "It was just a suggestion—"

Whatever else he meant to say was lost as Tsunade wordlessly formed a quick hand seal. A small, focused burst of Katon ignited the hideous relic still clutched in Minato’s hands.

Minato let out a startled, very undignified squeak as flames licked at his fingers. He yelped, dropping the smoldering fabric to the floor before stomping frantically on it, glaring at Tsunade all the while.

"That was unnecessary," he muttered sullenly, nose crinkling.

Tsunade just flicked him—hard—right between the eyes. "Useless gremlin," she said flatly, before turning back to her closet, finally pulling out a pale blue dress. "I’m going to change. You—" she jabbed a finger at Kushina, who was still hiccupping from laughter, "—don’t move a muscle."

Kushina, for all her mischief, at least had the sense to nod solemnly.

"And you—" she turned to Minato, who had the audacity to be eyeing her new stack of Fūinjutsu scrolls "—if you so much as breathe on those, I’m taking your fingers. Painfully. And permanently."

With that, she swept out of the room.

Silence.

Then, in a whisper that was absolutely meant to be overheard, Kushina nudged Minato. "So… Katō Dan?"

Minato was still eyeing the scrolls wistfully, only half-listening. "Hmm?"

Kushina leaned in conspiratorially. "As you said… what do we really know about him?"

Minato blinked, her words finally registering. "Should we be worried?" he asked, suddenly all serious, as though Tsunade—his formidable, terrifying, literally stronger-than-everyone cousin—was some delicate flower in need of protection.

"I’d say so," Kushina declared with conviction, arms crossed. "What if he’s up to no good and hurts Tsuna-nii?"

Minato frowned, deep in thought. "But… shouldn’t we trust Tsunade-ane’s judgment?"

Kushina waved off that ridiculous notion. "Haven’t you heard? Love makes people blind."

Minato paled. "Love? I thought this was just a date!" The mere idea of Tsunade with a broken heart had him panicking more than he cared to admit.

Kushina smacked his shoulder. "You know what? We have to protect her, ‘ttebane! I say we spy on the date to make sure she’s safe."

Minato looked horrified. "Spy? Kushina! If we get caught, we’ll be in so much trouble!"

"If we get—oh!" Kushina suddenly straightened, eyes lighting up. "That looks great on you, Tsuna-nii!"

Tsunade stepped back into the room, smoothing the fabric of her dress with an air of practiced indifference. She barely spared them a glance—lately, their presence was a constant, and she had long since learned to tune them out.

"Like those words coming from a walking rainbow would count as a compliment," she muttered dryly.

Kushina turned to Minato, lips twitching as she mouthed, Blinded by love.

Minato deflated. He knew there was no way out of this. They were going to be spying on the date.

He would’ve groaned. But even he wasn’t that dumb.

Tsunade barely spared them a glance as she adjusts the hem of her dress, muttering under her breath about why she even let herself get roped into this date in the first place. Dan was polite, kind, charming—far too many things that should have dissuaded her from agreeing to this. And yet, here she was.

Kushina, meanwhile, was already vibrating with energy, an almost evil gleam in her eyes as she elbowed Minato. “Alright, operation Protect Tsuna-nii is officially a go.”

Minato sighed, resigned. “Do we really have to call it that?”

“Yes,” the Uzumaki said firmly, before bouncing off the bed and clapping her hands. “We need disguises. Something sneaky. Something that will let us blend in.”

Minato didn’t even have the energy to sigh at this point. He simply accepted his fate, slumping ever so slightly as Kushina’s victorious grin stretched wide.

This was happening.

Tsunade, oblivious to their scheming—or perhaps choosing to ignore it—smoothed down the fabric of her dress with a critical eye. The soft blue was understated but elegant, flowing just enough to be feminine without sacrificing practicality.

Kushina, of course, wasn’t letting this moment pass without commentary. “You know,” she mused, tapping a finger against her chin, “you almost look…soft.”

Tsunade’s golden eyes snapped up, unimpressed.

Kushina’s smirk didn’t falter. “You sure you’re just going to dinner and not eloping?”

Minato winced. If Tsunade-ane hadn’t already been murderous, she sure as hell was now.

With all the grace of a true predator, Tsunade took a slow step forward, rolling her shoulders as if preparing for violence. “Eloping?” she echoed, voice deceptively light. “Do you want to die before your wedding, Kushina?”

Kushina yelped, scrambling up from the bed, barely dodging Tsunade’s outstretched hand. “Ah, you’re already thinking of weddings! Dan-san is moving fast—”

Tsunade lunged.

Kushina shrieked, bolting straight for Minato, using him as a very human shield.

Minato, caught between survival instincts and resignation, simply closed his eyes and waited for the inevitable.

It came swiftly.

A sharp thwack as Tsunade’s flick found its target—his forehead, not Kushina’s, because somehow, he always ended up collateral in their battles.

“Ow,” he mumbled, rubbing at the sore spot.

“Useless gremlin,” Tsunade muttered, adjusting her dress one last time before marching toward the door. “I’m leaving.”

Minato was still blinking away the pain when Tsunade paused at the threshold, casting one last warning glance over her shoulder.

“You two stay put.”

Kushina, naturally, beamed at her. “Of course, Tsuna-nii! Have fun!”

Tsunade narrowed her eyes. “Kushina—”

The redhead pressed both hands over her heart, expression so sincere it would’ve fooled anyone less familiar with her brand of mischief. “I swear on all my ramen.”

Tsunade exhaled through her nose, unimpressed, but she didn’t argue. “Minato, keep her in check or I end you,” she muttered, before finally exiting, shutting the door with a sharp click.

Silence.

For exactly three seconds.

Then—

Kushina turned to Minato, eyes alight with purpose. “We’re following her.”

Minato dragged a hand down his face. “Kushina—”

“Minato,” she interrupted, grabbing his shoulders, shaking him just a little. “This is Tsunade-nii we’re talking about. She has enemies—dangerous ones.”

Minato gave her a flat look. “So does Dan-san.”

Kushina waved a dismissive hand. “That’s beside the point. We have a duty.”

Minato stared at her. “We have a death wish.”

“Same thing,” Kushina chirped, already yanking him toward the window.

Minato let out a slow, weary breath. He knew, deep in his soul, that this would end terribly.

But still, against all logic, he followed.

Because if there was anything more terrifying than getting caught spying on Tsunade-nii…

It was letting Kushina go unsupervised.

Later that evening…

Minato and Kushina crouched behind a bush outside the restaurant, their so-called stealth mission already on the verge of catastrophic failure. Kushina, to her credit, actually knew how to blend into the shadows. Minato, on the other hand, was a walking lighthouse. Even under the cover of night, his stupid golden hair practically glowed like a beacon.

"I told you to wear a hood," Kushina hissed.

"And I told you this is ridiculous," Minato grumbled, tugging at the borrowed cloak like it personally offended him.

Inside, Tsunade sat across from Dan, arms loosely crossed, fingers idly tracing the rim of her sake cup. Despite the absolute disaster leading up to this moment, Dan, in typical infuriating fashion, looked composed—like he belonged here. Like this wasn’t completely, absurdly new to her.

"I still don’t know why I agreed to this," Tsunade muttered.

Dan rested his chin on his palm, watching her with an easy smile. "Because you like me?"

She froze for half a second before fixing him with a slow, unimpressed glare. "I have excellent chakra control. I could make you forget you ever said that."

Dan, utterly unfazed, simply chuckled. "But you won’t."

Outside, Kushina narrowed her eyes through the window. "He’s smooth. Too smooth."

Minato sighed. "I don’t know…he seems nice."

"Nope. Suspicious," Kushina declared with absolute certainty.

Then, as if the universe was personally out to torment them, Tsunade leaned in slightly, listening to whatever Dan was saying, her expression—soft.

Kushina sucked in a scandalized gasp, clutching Minato’s arm. "She’s smiling, 'ttebane!"

"What?!" Minato lunged forward too fast, promptly sending the bush into a violent rustle.

Inside, Tsunade’s ear twitched. Her head turned just enough for her sharp gaze to flick toward the window. Dan followed her line of sight just in time to catch two very obvious idiot gennin panicking and ducking out of view.

Dan raised an amused brow. "Friends of yours?"

Tsunade exhaled slowly, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Unfortunately."

[hatake-no-sharingan]

The Jinchuuriki (Minato x Reader)

Summary: Canon divergent AU. Danzo steals the two Uzumaki sisters from their village and seals the Kyuubi inside one of them. He separates them and keeps the Jinchuuriki captive in the Root headquarters. When she grows up alone, until the Hokage orders Danzo to have her trained to fight. Her new tutor arrives, and he’s nothing like she expected. He’s kind and he cares for her. His name is Minato.

Characters: Y/N (Female Reader as the Jinchuuriki), Minato, Danzo, and Kushina

A/N: To the lovely @itsao-mine for requesting and waiting so long, I apologize, you’re my most loyal reader. I hope you really do enjoy this, because it took me so long to write. I think it’s a warm story that you’ll like. To everyone else, I hope you love this story too. I apologize in advance for my incompetence in writing fight scenes. Remember requests are open. Enjoy and be kind <3

Word Count: 4,624

The Jinchuuriki

“From now on, you’re not sisters anymore” you didn’t understand what the man was saying. His face instilled a deep fear in you, as you imagined farfetched stories about how he got that ugly scar on his chin. His uncovered eye made you uneasy, and the covered one, even more.

You clutched Kushina’s hand tighter with your own small one, and looked at her in search of the reassurance that this man was lying.

You and your sister had been plucked from your home, your village, and everything you knew by this man and brought to the Leaf Village without any explanation about it. The only thing you knew was that something in your Uzumaki lineage made you the perfect vessel for a weapon that the Leaf Elders were desperate to keep and control. Your 8 year old brain didn’t fully grasp what this meant, but Kushina and you’d overheard that in a conversation two of the ANBU ninjas had on your way to your new village.

You noticed a streak of sadness cross your sister’s face and your stomach twisted inside you. The man, Danzo they called him, harshly grabbed both yours and your sister’s wrists and tore your hands apart. He handed each of you to a masked ninja, a rabbit and a bear, and you never saw each other again.

They put you through the worst nightmare you couldn’t even have imagined. They locked you up in a dark room, and when they finally let you see light, it was only to painfully seal a demon in you, using the techniques stolen from your family.

You felt the beast stir inside you at night. Now, alone, you cried yourself to sleep and imagined Kushina’s arms wrapped around you, her soft voice singing slightly off-key the lullaby your aunt had taught you, while the personification of hate growled from within your gut.

The first months were pure hell to you, you’d go on rampages and destroy everything in sight, using the beast’s chakra and your own rage. This earned you being put in a cell and chained with chakra suppressing metals. Then, it was just you and him. The Kyuubi became your only company, aside from the guard who slipped your food through the slot once a day who’d never even glanced at you.

The Kyuubi hated you and you hated him, however you soon discovered that you both hated Danzo and Root, the people who’d turned him into a weapon and you into a vessel, even more. The realization brought you two closer. Eventually, he saw himself in your pain and told you that as you were missing a sister, he was missing siblings too.

They’d also been turned into weapons, and you assumed, that wherever Kushina was, she was probably being used to meet this organization’s needs. Though a part of you still liked to imagine that while you were here, she was back home. Her skin soaking up the rays of the sun, her beautiful red hair flowing with the wind, as she ran across the village, to the place where you’d both built a tree house and told stories about other worlds you’d one day go to.

“Listen to me, child” the beast, no, Kurama, told you “I’m willing to lend you my power if you’ll use it carefully and wisely. Only if you promise me, swear to me, that you’ll use it to destroy those who wronged us” and with that, you sealed your fate.

After that day, you became the docile Jinchuuriki Danzo wanted you to be, and earned his trust.

One day, we are going to bite back  and he won’t notice until it’s too late.

That was 13 years ago.

Danzo had brought someone who trained you as a medical ninja. You didn’t know their name, not even what their face looked like, it was always fully covered, and you knew they were holding back in their teachings.  You helped your teacher heal the injured Root members who came back from missions, serving only as a minor assistant. They had only taught you how to do basic things like heal cuts faster or mend a broken bone, but they never let you learn any just that required a large amount of chakra usage. Still, you obeyed silently.

You were almost sure Danzo no longer saw you as a threat, and the many years that had passed since you last had a rampage, put him in a comfortable spot. However you were still surprised when he appeared in your room just before you were going to sleep and announced

“The Hokage and the elders are pressuring me by saying that it’s about time you learned to defend yourself, after all, you just turned 21 and you don’t know much about fighting. Tomorrow a ninja sent by them will be coming to start training you here on grounds. He’ll be staying here as long as it takes for you to be at least competent in deflecting a few attacks. However, this won’t be free for you. If you want to train, you’d better get information about Sarutobi from him, and pass it on to me. I can’t refuse their orders, but I can’t help it if you have some sort of accident that puts you in a temporary physical (idk the word for this)”

Your blood runs cold in your veins. You know he wasn’t joking, when he made a threat he went through with it. You just nodded and assured him that you’d try to get any information for him. He left as fast as he came, and spent the rest of the night imagining what your new tutor would be like.

Would they be as impersonal as your medical tutor? Without an identity? A name? Or would it be someone as scary as Danzo? That would make it hard for you to get the information you had to pass on to him. You couldn’t lose this chance to train. It was the moment you and Kurama had been waiting for.

When you enter the training room you expect so many things, except what you see. A cheerful smile meets your sight, bright yellow hair with the ability to light the whole room up, and a silky warm voice.

“You must be Y/N” he says “so pleased to meet you. I’m Minato and I’ll be tutoring you under the Hokage’s orders.”

You’re shocked to be met with such kindness. It’s been so long since someone spoke to you like you were an actual person, that you don’t really know what to say.

“Do you have any previous knowledge on controlling chakra or doing any sort of jutsu? I just want to know where to start so you feel comfortable.”

Again, you stay silent. Nobody has thought about your wellbeing in so long, and this stranger is worried about you feeling uncomfortable. He’s perceptive, so he notices your stiff posture and your nerves.

“Hey it’s okay, we don’t have to do much today. You can just walk around the room and play a bit with the equipment so you get used to it. I’ll just stay in a corner until you feel more comfortable in my presence.”

“No—“ you quickly say “walk around with me. Please. Show me how to be a Kunoichi.”

“Alright” he chuckles a bit. “Let me show you the ninja packs first.”

He reaches for one of them and proceeds to pull out a few weapons. He names all of them to you and lets you hold them.

Then he explains a few basic concepts on fighting and has you do some simple exercises to control chakra. Since you know medical ninjutsu, it’s easy for you, but at the end of the practice, you’re still tired.

The first training session gave you a feeling of intrigue, and you start looking forward to the rest. Each day, you start enjoying it more and you get better.

Minato is a patient and determined teacher, and he starts becoming the only friend you’ve had.

You two start joking around during the sessions, and time flies by while you’re with him.

He has you practice different concepts, and also train your body so you have more physical endurance.

When he sees you getting better, he starts challenging you to different competitions. Some test strength, others speed, and your favorite, strategical thinking, Minato almost always wins, but you’re satisfied to notice you’re getting better each time.

Once he challenges you to a race, and he takes you outside for it, but the middle of the way, you step on a rock and twist your ankle.

“Damn! Next time I’ll get ya! Yaknow??” You shout after him.

He comes back to scoop you up from the ground. You thought it was such a gentlemanly action, until you hear him let out a loud laughter.

“Why are you laughing?” You ask, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“Nothing bad I swear” he chuckles again “It’s just, the way you talk. It reminds me of a good friend of mine. Actually you remind me a lot of her. She’s as feisty as you, and also very talented.”

He says as he carries you back.

“Kushina” you whisper. “She’s alive”

“What? You know her?” A single tear rolls down your cheek.

“I once knew her.” You say simply “Can you tell me more about her?”

His heart softens when he sees your pleading eyes.

“Sure, if you want me to. I don’t really know what to say though” he starts.

You arrive at your room and he settles you down on the bed.

“Is she happy?”

“I guess so. She’s a fighter. She used to get bullied, for her red hair” You remember how her soft strands felt in your fingers. All your childhood you’d envied her beautiful hair, now you longed to run your hands through it once more. You couldn’t believe people would make fun of her for such a beautiful trait. “She kicked all their asses though, and she made friends. True ones.”

“Like you?”

“Yeah”

He spent the whole evening telling you stories about your sister, making you laugh like you hadn’t done in so long. He brought you sweets he stole from the kitchen, as he went to pick up more ice for your ankle, and he stayed with you, to help you heal.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone you got injured today, so we can still see each other tomorrow”

You smile and nod. If Danzo knew you couldn’t train, he’d bar you from your time with Minato. He already tried to reduce your training time too much, only because Minato insisted you needed more practice, arguing that it was harder for you to learn these things as an adult.

You rest for three days. Minato is more than happy to share more stories about your sister, and also some about his three young students he’s very attached to.

“Kakashi is full of sadness, but he has a huge heart. Obito is a bit clumsy, but he’s the full spirit of the team, he’ll do great things someday. Finally, Rin is the glue holding them together, she’s reliable and kind. You’d love them.” All this kept you wondering what life was like outside these quarters. Minato’s stories were full of magic, and they made you so happy. He tends to you perfectly and then in a flash, your ankle is as good as new. He starts training you again, and it becomes your favorite time of the day. You can feel your body get stronger each time. He lets you practice different types of jutsu and you’re happy to discover that while they’re challenging, it’s very rewarding to master them. The confidence between you and your tutor grows, as well as your own self confidence. Maybe your goal of fighting your captor is closer than you think.

“Why do they keep you here?” He asks puzzled after you finish taking down one of his shadow clones with the shuriken jutsu he taught you “Why didn’t you go to the academy, and instead waited until this age to learn how to fight? You’re clearly a natural, it would’ve helped so much if we could have gotten you on a shinobi team.”

“Minato, there’s something I need to tell you.” The words scrape your throat, but you gather the courage to spit them out anyway “I’m being kept here as a prisoner, ever since I was chosen as the nine tails jinchuuriki”

He furrows his brow, clearly not understanding what you just said. Fear crawls through your veins and you instantly regret saying that. He’ll stop seeing me the same way now.

“Kushina is the Jinchuuriki”

“No, that’s not possible, there’s only one Kurama, and it’s sealed inside me”

“Everyone in the village knows she’s the Jinchuuriki, Y/N, even the Hokage has acknowledged it” he says it with such certainty that you almost believe it for a minute. Maybe the beast inside you was imaginary all along, but then he goes pale. Pale as if he’d seen a ghost, no, worse, as if he’d just found an answer to this confusion.

“No, the Hokage is the one who ordered Danzo to keep me here.”

Minato pauses for a second

“Y/N, I need you to do something for me,” there’s not much you feel you can do but you nod once, waiting for his instruction “can you call the Kyuubi forth and let him speak to me?” “His name is Kurama, he doesn’t like being called Kyuubi” you snap, and then clasp a hand over your mouth as you realize how rude you’re being to the only person that you know who truly cares about you.

“It’s okay, I know it’s hard. Don’t worry about me” he smiles and warmth spreads in your chest “I’ll be kind to him”

You believe him, and Kurama does too, so you switch.

“Kid” he says simply

“So it’s true”

“It depends”

“On what?”

“On what you think is the truth”

“The truth is that Y/N is the real Jinchuuriki, and that Danzo lied to the Hokage and the whole village by telling them Kushina was your vessel. The fact here is that the Jinchuuriki out there is a lie, and he’s keeping the real one hidden”

“You’re a smart one, and yes, there’s truth among your words.  The question is, are you going to stop Danzo before he turns us into a weapon with no self control? I can lend Y/N my power, but I can’t fight for her if she doesn’t make her body strong first. If she doesn’t learn how to properly control chakra, it’ll be for nothing”

Kurama switches with you again, and the worried expression in Minato’s face triggers something in you.

He explains everything to you. Root has been telling everyone including the Hokage your sister is the Jinchuuriki, while keeping you hidden here. Most likely Danzo has a plan to use you later to gain more power. The realization makes your stomach drop to your knees.

“I’m scared” you say.

“Shh as long as I’m with you, you’ll be okay. I’ll protect you. We’ll stop Danzo together, the only thing we need to do is make your body stronger, but it’ll be easy since you’re already naturally talented.”

You feel so confident because of him, that without thinking you press your lips against his. He’s startled for a second, but then he moves, responding to your body. With that kiss, you give yourself to him. His hands travel to your waist, holding you tight, telling you, you’re something he’s not willing to lose.

You tangle your hands in his hair, and he utters a soft groan in response. Encouraged, you deepen the kiss and press your warm body closer to his. Your tongues dance hot around one another, coordinating perfectly between longing and pleasure. You stroke his neck, then grasp the collar of his shirt. His hands start to travel under your shirt, sending an ecstatic feeling through your body. You moan, thrusting your hips forward, needing to feel his touch everywhere. But when he realizes what he’s doing, he breaks the kiss, leaving your mouth cold with his own mouth’s absence.  

He presses his forehead against yours, and stares deeply into your eyes, seeing right through to your very soul. His eyes transport you to a place where nothing can touch you, where you feel safe.

“Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop.”

“Minato, I want you. I want this. Please.”

You see a golden spark in his eyes, and he smiles relieved, it’s clear he wants this as much as you.

“Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything”

You always thought being touched by someone would be scary, but now, standing with him here, desire overcomes you. Love, overcomes you. He is the person you want to spend every single moment of the day with, and give it all to. Something in you knows

“Promise me that if you feel unsafe, or it hurts, or you simply don’t want to do it anymore, you’ll tell me.”

How much he cares for you makes your heart melt, you nod, giving him the confirmation he needs, and this time it’s him who initiates the kiss. Just like that, in a small corner of the training room where nobody can see you and nobody can hear you, where it’s just you two, Minato makes your inexperienced, touch starved body, feel loved for the first time.

The month passes in a breeze. You keep training together, and gaining more control over your own body.  Minato says that you’re learning at an extraordinary speed, but part of it, you owe it to Kurama. He’s been lending you chakra and helping you every step, and you feel the bond between you get stronger.

Aside from that, Minato has been feeling uneasy by the discovery on Danzo’s deception, however he couldn’t report anything until he knew more.

Spying on Danzo proved less difficult than he initially thought it would be. He knew Danzo felt confident here in his territory, and though he’d mistrusted him since he arrived on the Hokage’s orders, Danzo thought he was being smarter than Minato. That’s why he’d grown careless, and now as Minato was walking back to his quarters, he heard a subordinate address the man.

“Lord Danzo, I have disturbing news for you”

Minato walked closer to the room to hear better, effectively disguising himself against the wall.

“What is it this time? Can we deal with it?” Danzo replied.

“It’s the Jinchuuriki”

Minato’s heart stopped for a second at the mention of you.

“What in the world has that cursed girl done now?” he says with an annoyed sigh “She’s been more trouble than she’s worth”

His subordinate kept quiet, unsure if he should go on with the report.

“Well? Out with it” Danzo ordered, exasperated.

“She’s…” the subordinate trembles, in response to the rage he already feels coming “pregnant”

Minato’s brain goes blank, all that he can think of now is getting you and his unborn child out of here.

Danzo’s visible eye rages, but his demeanor remains calm.

“We just found out, during her routine check up.” The ninja explains.

“But how?” Danzo asks, more to himself than to the other person, after a few seconds it dawns on him “That damned Minato. It seems he’s not only training our weapon.”

The old man thinks for a bit, then says

“Bring the other girl. It’s about time we got rid of this one. After all she’s been nothing but a disappointment.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Get everything ready to extract and seal the beast into the new vessel tonight. Oh and don’t tell Sarutobi anything. After all, he thinks the girl we have here is the back up. We’ll just say she died under mysterious circumstances, and turn the one he thinks is the Jinchuuriki into the actual Jinchuuriki. Nobody needs to know I’ve had the Kyuubi hidden here all along.”

Minato has no more time. He has to do something before they hurt you.

Stay calm, he tells himself. He takes a deep breath, and when his hands stop shaking, he teleports to your room, where you are already getting into bed.

“Minato?” You say at the sight of him “What are you doing here? If Danzo knows you’re here he’ll punish us both”

“Y/N, we don’t have much time, you’re in danger”

“What? What do you mean? Why?”

“Do you feel different somehow? Physically I mean”

“Well, I haven’t really thought about it. I guess I’ve been more tired than usual, and I’ve had a bit of nausea, but it’s because of the strain my body’s been through with the training, right? It happens to everybody. Plus I just had my regular check up with the other medical ninjas and they said I was fine.”

“Y/N, I really hate to tell you the news this way, because it should be something happy, but, I just overheard Danzo and another shinobi talking. You’re pregnant.”

Your body feels numb, and the whole world starts spinning around you.

“I’m what?” You whisper. Tears have started flowing and you place your hands on your belly. The only thing you can feel now is fear, for the little life growing inside of you, product of the deep love Minato and you feel for each other.

“Hey beautiful, be happy.” He reaches out and wipes the tears from your cheeks “We’re going to raise this child together, I promise, we’ll get married and Kushina can be your bridesmaid. You’ll be together again. I’m going to get you both out of here now, but we need to act fast.”

You don’t spare another moment, you trust him completely, so you’re willing to do anything he tells you. You look at him determined.

“I trust you. Let’s do it, but let me fight too, I know I’m strong enough now.”

“But the baby”

This time it’s Kurama who answers

“Will be fine. I’ll make a shield of chakra and he’ll be protected. Both Y/N and him.” Minato thanks him, and you also feel grateful towards the creature who’s been living inside you for so long. You can’t believe how close you’ve grown to him, he’s not a weapon and you won’t let Danzo turn him into one.

You take Minato’s hand and he teleports the two of you to the entrance of the  Root Headquarters.

Danzo and a dozen of his Root subordinates are already there waiting for you.

“I knew you’d try to steal my tailed beast once you found out I had it here. I just didn’t know you’d put a brat in his vessel. You’re a quick one, Yellow Flash” Danzo mocks Minato. “However, you can’t teleport your way out of here. You know my barrier blocks all of your markers outside of it.”

Minato’s grip on your hand tightens, but you see he’s still calm, not playing into Danzo’s game.

“I’m sorry, but you won’t be taking my best weapon tonight. The new vessel is already on her way, and by the time she arrives, this one and your unborn kid will be dead. Seize them and start the extraction of the beast.” He orders his fighters.

A dozen of the most skilled, battle seasoned ninja charge towards you and though you thought you’d be ready for this, you find yourself frozen.

A glance from Minato, however, gives you all the courage you need.

“I know you can do it. Just remember what we did during training. I’ve got your back.”

So, the fighting starts.

Minato moves gracefully, only aiming to injure, not to kill. Preserving his rage only for Danzo. In just a few minutes, he manages to disable 4 enemies, giving you two the advantage.

You’re less agile than him, which is understandable, due to your inexperience, but Kurama’s strength makes up for it. You only manage to fight off one enemy, using the jutsu Minato taught you, realizing just how effective it is and feeling proud of yourself for being able to defend the attacks.

While you’re fighting his ninja, Danzo is only watching from afar. It seems his confidence diminishes with each shinobi that is taken down by you, but it’s not enough to wipe the smug smile from his face.

With trouble, you take on two more enemies, barely getting by. You wipe a little blood from your face, and reach instinctively towards your stomach, as if the gesture could reassure the baby everything would be alright.

Minato, already finished with the other Root agents, charges towards Danzo and engages in a fight with him.

The old man is more skilled than you’d imagined. Their bodies move at a fast speed, and you can barely keep up with what’s happening. The fight is too confusing for you to follow, but at some point you’re able to notice that Minato has a slight advantage. Younger, faster, and more skilled, the man you love is giving everything to protect his family against the man who would kill you.

Suddenly there’s a flash of red, and you can’t tell whose blood it is.

Your heart stops.

Minato is on the ground, pale and bleeding from a large cut on his back.

“Y/N stay away!” He shouts

You don’t understand how Danzo managed to hurt him this way, but you don’t care.

You call Kurama, and feel his power rushing through you.

Your mind goes blank with anger, and hot chakra seeps out of you, transforming you into a small version of the Kyuubi.

Then you attack Danzo with all your might.

It’s over in a few seconds. His body is barely recognizable after you’re finished with him.

You go back to being yourself, kurama’s power retreating into you.

Your body feels heavy and then you lose consciousness.

When you open your eyes again, there’s a bright light in your face. You rub your eyes and try to adjust.

“Minato?”

“He’s alive, Y/N” a familiar voice says “Thankfully you three are alive. Nobody can hurt you anymore”

“Kushina” you say as her soft hand reaches rub your belly “I’ve missed you so much”

“And I’ve missed you, little sister” she replies “There’s so much I have to tell you and so much you have to tell me, but all in due time. The good thing is you’re awake now and in good hands. We’re in the Konoha hospital, there’s only kind people here”

You can see her face now. She’s grown to become so beautiful, and you experience a type of peace you haven’t felt in so long.

“Minato is already in rehabilitation, he’s very strong, yaknow? That’s why the baby you’re carrying survived, must be his Namikaze genes combined with your Uzumaki ones”

“Kushina, I’d like you to be the baby’s godmother. I want us to be a family again”

She grips your hand tighter in response and nods happily

“Of course we will be”

Days later, when you’re finally out of the hospital, Minato and you get married in a small ceremony. Only his closest friends, his three students –Kakashi, Obito and Rin– and your sister are present, but that is all you need. You wear a simple dress that Kushina helped you embroider with a beautiful flowery pattern. You let your hair loose, and put a single white orchid close to your left ear. It’s the happiest day of your life. Minato looks dashing as ever, and he receives you with that wonderful smile of his, ready to join his life to yours forever.

8 months later, you both welcome your son. You decide to name him Naruto.

[straymackerel]

18 from the prompt list for our sucide maniac?💗💗💗

dazai + dépaysement (french, n.) the feeling one gets of not being in one’s own country, of being a foreigner; disorientation, being lost in something you don’t understand.

➽─{hehe great choice… heads up, this fic assumes you don’t hail from japan. feel free to pick another country if you do}─❥

warning(s): angst parading as fluff

Dazai took to your home country surprisingly well. In fact, you were shocked when he made the decision to join you so readily. But your beloved didn’t care if it was a job offer or family business or mere homesickness that brought you back—all he cared about was that someone or something was trying to take you away from him. There was no debate; he would leave with you. Wherever you went, he decided he would go, too.

Having lived in Yokohama city for most of his life, Dazai was quickly engrossed by the wonders of your country, the flow (or lack thereof) of your seasons, the little quirks and idiosyncrasies of your region. It was as if he up and forgot about Yokohama Cosmoworld and Minato Mirai 21 and the port to Tokyo Bay. In their stead, he learned everything he could about the place you grew up. It delighted you to no end. Who wouldn’t want such a devoted boyfriend, one who wished for nothing more than to stay by your side?

You were downright spoiled, if truth be told.

One of your favorite moments of the day was waking up in the morning. Every time you opened your eyes to peek at Dazai, he would─without fail─be up and admiring your sleepy face already. His fingers would often dance a safe distance around your head, restraining themselves from tracing the curves of your face. It was the drowsy yet proud smile he wore that made your heart swell several sizes.

Some mornings you giggled at the sight of his pantomime, often against your own will. Even in his silence, you could hear him loud and clear: “I can barely keep my hands off of you.” 

Some mornings he’d have to work for your laughter. On the occasion you awoke with closed eyelids, you knew better than to let the opportunity go to waste. Pretending you were still asleep, you peered at Dazai through snake slit slivers, hoping to observe him observing you in secret. But your efforts were for naught; he knew you all too well. Dazai would center himself in your limited line of sight and pull the silliest faces, determined to get a reaction out of you. Of course, you’d end up laughing all the same.

Some mornings you rolled right into him and asked what he was thinking about. He’d reply with a sappy sweet little nothing like how lucky he was to have you or how the sun didn’t hold a candle to your beauty. You’d laugh it off, shooting back something about how you were even luckier, or how you and the sun looked like itsy bitsy fireflies compared to his light. And every time, no matter what novel new counter you came up with, he’d tell you to drop the self slander.

“Oh, darling,” he’d say, leaning into you. “Don’t talk about things you don’t understand. I promise I most definitely love you more.” Sealing his vows with a firm forehead kiss, he made you fall for him again and again, over and over and over.

You were blind to the amount of hurt that lurked behind those words... just as you were unaware of Dazai’s true nighttime habits. They were nothing salacious, god no─but learning of them might still break your heart. Because all the nights you thought he was sleeping in bed next to you, he was actually wide awake.

As the moonlight shone upon your eyelids, Dazai would spend his nights looking out the window, wondering what the Yokohama sky looked like. Was it a peachy white? A baby blue? A dusty mauve? Even as the moon passed out of sight, he would obsess over this one idea for hours on end. 

An ocean blue? A twilight purple? An amber set aflame, as it was the exact moment he found Oda’s bleeding body?

There was no relief from the thought of Oda once it entered his mind. Dazai would try to distract himself, wondering if he was missed by those he left behind. After all, Kunikida might be getting rather lonely without his inventive pranks. 

Oh, who else might miss him? Atsushi, whom he was supposed to mentor? Akutagawa, whom he already mentored? But eventually, Dazai’s thoughts would travel in full circle.

Odasaku, whose grave he used to pay regular visits to?

It was always at the most ungodly of hours that his vividest memories of Yokohama came flooding back: the physical fights, the psychological battles. The taking of life and the saving of it. Dazai had blood on his hands: the blood of his enemies, the blood of his friends. He owned hands that he believed were only good for committing and solving crimes, hands that served little purpose but to cuddle and coddle you now.

Every facility that Dazai had come to know as home was stripped away from him the moment he agreed to move with you. There was no such thing as a Port Mafia or an Armed Detective Agency in your area, no place he could feel like he truly belonged in. The streets looked different, the buildings unfamiliar. The path he should take was indiscernible. Any which way he could turn, he was met with something alien. Any way but your direction.

That’s what it all came down to: you or Yokohama. Yokohama or you. But the one other close confidant he had in the city laid six feet under for years, and Dazai knew better than most that the dead did not rise from the ground, did not crawl from their deathbeds and upheave their tombstones. His last chance at companionship seemed to be you and you alone.

So Dazai played his sleepless nights off as if he was always waking up before you, ready to welcome you to a new day. As time wore on he would continue his cycle of all-nighter after all-nighter, fueled only by the happiness his performance seemed to bring you. Without a hint of homesickness he ate the strange foods you fed him and the foreign clothes you provided him with. Not a single complaint ever escaped his lips; in fact, anything he said about your country was likely the exact opposite of how he truly felt. It was all he could do to hold tight to this handcrafted facade, showering you with his affections so you might never notice how disoriented and estranged he really felt. 

Like a lovesick puppy, Dazai clung to your reciprocations and doted on your every move. He faked, he feigned, he falsified. He did it for years.

Absolutely anything if it meant holding on to you.

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[wolvesandfoxes25]

Basking in the light:

Warning! This is a yaoi fanfiction, and it has a lemon. Everyone is OF AGE. My first lemon with menxmen.

                                                                   An eighteen year old Kakashi stood in the office of his Hokage, rolling his eyes at the twenty five year old blonde who was currently giving him a lecture on something trivial.

He hated when Minato-Sensei treated him like a fucking child.

Which he always did.

He hated him sometimes.

He hated his bright hair, his easy smile, his glowing wife who was obnoxiously loud, they were both insufferable.

Insufferable.

He hated the mans cloak that swayed in the wind when he stood atop the Hokage’s balcony. He hated the way it rippled around the mans form, grazing the blue of his pants, the mans jounin vest, and he especially hated his blue eyes.

Those…he hated them the most.

Gritting his teeth, Kakashi sighed heavily, folding his arms across his chest, bored at the words the man was speaking to him, his mind wandering to areas he didn’t dare tread in when around the older male.

It was humiliating.

“Kakashi.” The deep voice snapped, pulling the silver-haired anbu out of his mind, different colored eyes snapping towards the young leader.

“Yes, sir?” He couldn't help growling, wanting to leave.

And possibly never come back to stand alone in this office with him ever again.

“Did you hear anything I just said?” Minato-Sensei asked, raising an eyebrow.

Kakashi nodded.

“I told you to be careful on this mission, to reign in your chidori, you’ve been on quite a spree with it as of late.” Minato scolded him once more.

And once again, Kakashi closed in on himself, fading out of the world, and into the perfect one his mind had conjured up for him.

Minato himself watched Kakashi’s eyes hold that faraway look again, and he glowered, standing up from his desk, the movement snapping the jounin out of his trance that he kept falling into.

The silver-haired ninja sensed the movement and turned his head to see that his ex-Sensei was now propping himself against the front of his desk, eyes glaring at Kakashi.

Involuntarily, Kakashi fidgeted in his spot, his bandaged foot shifting against the floor as if he were prepping himself to run out the door.

“I don’t believe you were listening to me at all.” Minato snapped at him, folding his own arms across his chest in annoyance at the younger man.

Kakashi really wanted to leave, to get away from the accusing eyes of Minato-Sensei, to get away from his angry voice, to just get away from him.

"Sensei, I heard everything you said. You’ve been complaining that I’m using chidori too much. You think of it as a ‘too easy way to take a life.’

Silence.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’ve been saying, but you’ve been ignoring me. You don't care that it’s a too easy way to take a life, do you Kakashi?” Minato asked in irritation.

Gritting his teeth, the anbu looked straight ahead, keeping his mouth clamped shut at the accusation.

“If you have something to say, you have permission to say it.” Minato said to him, noticing the twitching in the younger mans jaw, his fists clenching with anger he was holding back.

Kakashi was silent for a brief moment, then turned his face to the man, eyes narrowed.

“You don’t know what the fuck I care about.”

Minato wasn’t expecting such sinister words from Kakashi, it was most unlike him.

“Okay. Well, what do you care about, Kakashi?” Minato asked, genuinely curious regarding the answer.

Kakashi felt his skin prickle, infuriated that the man was trying to strike up an asinine conversation with him.

“I definitely don’t care about this conversation.” Kakashi snapped, bowing lightly, turning his back to leave the blonde man behind.

Before getting too far, a hand grabbed his shoulder and Kakashi recoiled at the touch, accidentally losing his footing, falling into the wall behind him, watching the pinched expression of his ex-Sensei get closer.

“I did not dismiss you.” He growled at the youth.

Why couldn’t the wood open up and swallow him whole? Why didn’t the ceiling crash down upon his head, killing him instantly? Why wouldn’t the floor lick up and crush him?

Stomach lurching at the hand still on his shoulder, this time pressing firmly into his flesh, the sensation shooting little daggers through his blood, gripping him entirely, spinning him into a desperation to leave.

Side eyeing the mans hand, he shifted, hoping the older male would get the message to remove it.

He did.

Thank Kami.

Kakashi felt relief and a twinge of regret course through him, leaving him a muddled mess.

“Are we done here, Hokage-Sama?” He whispered, his left hand gripping the wall tightly, wanting the man to now stop looking at him like that.

Like he could see through him.

He hated it.

“Yes. You may go.” The blonde muttered, a strange hoarseness to his voice, the sound grating across Kakashi’s nerves, tightening the tendons in his neck as the blue orbs soaked in his uncomfortable position against the wall.

Swallowing thickly, Kakashi bowed again, walking out of the office in a slight hurry, hoping it wasn’t noticeable how he shook the entire time.

The next interaction was by Ichikaru’s.

And this time…Kushina was there as well.

Kakashi groaned, picking up his pace so the two could not see him.

“Kakashi!” A woman’s voice stopped him and he cursed himself internally, damning his hair. He just knew that was the damn reason he saw her.

Vigilant, annoying, pain in the ass woman.

Thanking Kami his mask was on, he turned and gave them a bored expression, stuffing his hands in his pockets, walking to where they were seated, the both of them blowing through two bowls of pork ramen.

Gross.

“Kakashi!” Kushina said again, reaching out to grip the gloved hand of the anbu captain, earning a stiffening of his joints, fingers not squeezing hers back at all.

“Hello, Kakashi.” A deeper voice said, the mans mouth full of ramen as he smiled, the lines under his eyes crinkling, blue eyes watching his expression.

Damn it all.

“Would you like to join us, Kakashi?” Kushina asked him, scooting over so he could take a seat.

“No. I have things I need to do.” He told her, not caring if his voice held an edge to it.

“Oh? What things are you doing?” Kushina asked him, excitement curving her tone.

Kakashi just shrugged.

“I have a few friends coming over later, and I need to restock on my food essentials.”

Kakashi caught a strange expression on Minato-Sensei’s face, the narrow blonde brow arching high.

“Anbu friends?”

Kushina nudged her husband, giving him a scowl.

“It could be a date! And Kakashi just doesn't want to tell us about it. Not yet anyway!” She said, winking at the younger male.

“I didn’t know you dated, Kakashi.” Minato said, his tone taking on a condescending edge, and Kakashi didn’t fucking appreciate it.

“I date. I fuck. You know…things an eighteen year old would do.” He answered the stupid man mockingly.

Kushina choked on her ramen, her snort of laughter ringing through the tenseness, the red-head clutching her chest with the heaves.

“That was a good one, Kakashi. I love how you just said it with no sense of emotion behind it at all. Just…deadpan, really. That was good.”

Minato however, only felt a brow twitch at what the anbu captain just said.

“Well, Kakashi!” Kushina said, giving a little punch to the side of the jounin, “Remember. No glove, no love. Don’t wanna knock any Kuniochi up.”

Kakashi smirked, “Yeah, Kuniochi, right.” He responded, wanting to roll his eyes at her dumbass remark.

Kakashi waved bye, turning to go, not seeing the frown that was on the Hokage’s face, a flare in his nostrils as the younger male left the restaurant.

A week later, Kakashi stood outside the Hokage’s door, listening to the raised voices behind it, not wanting to go in.

Not wanting to have to speak to the blonde man let alone be in his presence.

Damnit.

Five minutes later, he did not get his wish as the door flung open and three anbu teammates scurried out like rats that had a cat chasing them in a closed off room.

Looking behind them, Minato was standing by his window, face turned away, hands folded tightly behind his back.

Kakashi’s stomach collided with his butt as the blonde head turned, furious blue eyes clashing with his mismatched ones.

“Shut the door.” He snapped, sitting at his desk, grabbing a stack of papers, throwing them to the side.

Kakashi sighed deeply, knowing his fate was sealed as he stepped into the room.

He stood there in silence for close to five minutes, the staleness of the room, the screeching of the air vent grating on his nerves, stringing him tightly, making him want to scream..

Say something, damn you!

“You have been careless, Kakashi.” Minato snapped at the younger male, the crinkling of papers being tossed about Kakashi’s only vice to the room, his real functions zooming out the door.

But, he needed to know what the Hokage was talking about. He hadn’t lost anyone on this mission, hadn’t killed who he wasn’t supposed too. He had…behaved, done his job.

“I don’t know what you speak of, Hokage-Sama. I eliminated the target, I did what the anbu is told to do. Is it because I didn’t do it your way, all kittens and rainbows, sunflowers and daisies?”

Damn. That slid right out of his mouth, he didn’t even think about it first, wasn’t even sure the words grazed his ‘things I probably shouldn’t say’ filter, just flitted right through.

“Do not mock me, Kakashi.” Minato snarled, flinging his chair out, raising himself up, his hackles sticking up, blonde hair looking a little unkempt, angry aura spinning around the tiny room like a storm.

“Apologies, Lord Fourth.” Kakashi mumbled, feeling the tell-tale twitch in his foot as the older male moved around his desk, planting himself right in front of Kakashi, their distances still far.

Kakashi though, felt suffocated. Stifled, closed in on.

He needed to leave.

Instead, he just stood there, ready to take the verbal lashing he knew was coming.

It was always this way, after every mission now.

It wasn’t this way with the other anbu, only him, always him.

“Why must you use the chidori, Kakashi?” Minato asked him, gaze firm, arms crossed.

Good question, but honestly, a monkey would know the answer.

“Because it’s my jutsu. I invented it. Just like you invented the Rasengan. I didn’t go through all the trials of completing it for shits and giggles.”

Damn. Disrespect again. But Minato-Sensei made it hard not to be snappish.

“The Rasengan, unlike the Chidori, is only used when I’m in battle with someone formidable. Not a lone shinobi that I can easily take down with my kunai, or shuriken.” Minato replied, fingers tapping against his arm bracers, his leg shifting to loop his ankles together.

Kakashi caught this movement and stifled a breath, lip twitching beneath his mask.

“And my chidori has the same effect. I don’t understand the problem here, Lord Fourth?”

Minato glared, eyes sharp.

“The problem is it’s dangerous.” He hissed, pushing himself off his desk.

Kakashi cursed the fucking man, and his stupid nosiness, always keeping him in this office, always prowling around like some kind of cat slinking about.

Watching the mans hips flex with his movement made Kakashi’s single eye widen, breath rushing into his mask, capturing the proof that he was flustered.

“Do your friends try to stop you when you’re using chidori?” Minato asked him, a weird lilt to his voice, a grated edge that made Kakashi squirm.

Silence.

“Some of the time.” Kakashi answered, reaching a hand up to brush his falling bangs away from his forehead protector.

“I see.” Minato responded, turning his tensed back to the younger man, fingers rolling flexibly over his palms.

Silence.

“So. Are all of your friends on your team helpful?” Minato-Sensei questioned him, raising an accusing brow, smirking in a mocking manner.

Kakashi narrowed his eyes, feeling his chest tighten at the mean spirited, uncharacteristic scowl on the older mans face.

“Sometimes.” He responded, his tone just as mocking, just as cruel, and just as blatantly disrespectful.

Minato thrummed his fingers on the desk, eyes scouring the tall anbu captain, foot tapping, trying to hide his growing anger from the oblivious little idiot.

Fuck him.

“You are dismissed.” He growled, plopping himself back in his seat, gripping some papers on his desk so roughly, he felt his fingers go through the back of them.

“I thought we were about to discuss how using the chidori effects my soul, or wherever else this conversation usually leads to.” Kakashi said, his setting now on sarcastic and mocking.

Minato flared his nostrils, his control over his temper slipping.

“No need for that.” He answered, saying the clipped answer with finality, dismissing Kakashi with a raise of a brow, silently telling him to not test the dangerous waters he was swimming in.

Nodding firmly, Kakashi bowed, leaving the room in a huff.

He didn’t need to be gentle, not with her, not with the quick thrusts inside of her either.

She was used to him fucking her like this, hands digging firmly into the flesh of her ass, his length disappearing in her tight folds.

Yes.

Just what he needed.

There was always his imagination.

Kakashi trained with shuriken and kunai the next day, just to pass some time. Gai was on a mission, and everyone else was busy doing whatever.

He had the next three weeks off, and he needed a release of some sort.

Maybe he should take Tenzo up on that ‘joking’ offer.

He wasn’t stupid, he knew the affinity the wood-style ninja shared for him. Whether it was purely physical or somewhat emotional, Kakashi knew about it. He always caught those grape shaped eyes staring at him as he changed in the locker room, always blushing and looking away.

Tenzo really wasn’t his type though. If he would have a type for a man.

He hadn’t ever thought of it, wasn’t really in to preferences. He just went along with whatever he felt in his withering, almost dead heart, or the tightening in his pants.

His dick had its own line of thinking, and Kakashi was grateful his sinister, negative attitude hadn’t been able to touch it.

His physical activity was severely lacking though, it had been quite some time since he stuck his dick in something wet, or slightly tighter than the average pussy.

His track record was two.

One man and one woman.

No labels, just straight fucking, leaving him wondering if maybe he was searching for his release through the wrong element of satisfaction.

When he joined the anbu, he joined for release.

The blood lust urge strong, running thick, hard and fast through his veins.

He needed to release the feelings of guilt that weighed him down, that kept him up, kept him from functioning.

At the beginning, the gnawing feeling of guilt remained prominent, almost a never-ending factor in his bleak life. The fact that his kunai or chidori was being used to slice through, or be stuck through another person, ending their world, their life, destroying the ninjas family made his blood curdle.

Not now.

Towards the middle when he’d take a life, it felt…enthralling, tampering down his own misery for just a little bit, the faces of the random ninjas blurred, hidden, unknown in his psyche.

The emotion of indifference told him everyday that they did not matter, it was just a mission, just another job, just another life he’d steal in his years as a ninja.

However long that would be.

At the end, blowing through all the countless lives, his emotion started to re-root itself in a different area of his brain.

The pleasure aspect.

Touching the pleasure aspect elicited responses to the numbed area of his brain as well, opening up old wounds, slicing through his defenses, making him try to pursue a different avenue of forgetting.

He was doing fine, all was well, until that happened, until killing turned into something that made his cock throb, his blood hum with an unnatural thirst for his victims.

It wasn’t like he got hard on killing, it was the adrenaline that came with it, the pounding, the hard heat as he forced his chidori through random hearts, blank eyes eating into his defenses, making him feel more guilt.

The emotion he was trying to get away from.

Then, there was…that fucking male that epitomized the term sunshine.

HIs blonde hair, blue eyes, carefree smile, his edge remaining intact, his personality almost stoic, almost closed off, but not quite.

And as Kakashi was around him more, ran into him more, felt him near more, he came to see that the man himself exuberated the definition of living and the mocking definition that came with it.

His hair was the sun, eyes the sky, and his soul something Kakashi wanted to feed on, wanting to suck the life out of him, wanting so badly to be like him, to not be effected.

Fuck him.

“Fuck you, Minato!” Kakashi screamed, throwing the kunai in his hand pathetically at the standstill target, managing to hit the majority of the circles, one grazing the outside, sitting inside the white outline.

Kami. He hated him. He hated the fact that he was the sun, and the sky. He hated that he got to live on without regret, without being…broken by this fucked up world they lived in.

He wanted that life force, wanted to taste it, feel it, wring it between his hands and throttle it into his own body, wanting to ride it until he couldn’t see straight or breath. He wanted his entire body effected by it, wanted it to scald his insides, burning its very essence into him, never letting go, or pulling away.

Damnit.

Fuck him.

Minato was running through the forest when he heard the bellow, his feet halting instantly, recognizing that voice, being able to recognize that voice anywhere.

Without a second thought, he set off in that direction, eyes narrowed.

Kakashi was panting, anger and fucking guilt coursing through him.

He hated it.

Snarling, he picked up a kunai, and started hacking at the target that looked like a shinobi, his blood thirsting for more.

In the midst of his hacking, he missed the telltale signs of another person behind him, and he only turned when a voice was cleared.

Kakashi felt wild, out of control, every muscle trembling.

Turning in a rush, he saw the man that haunted him.

Snarling, he honestly didn’t care at this point, he just wanted that radiation that emulated from said man, wanted to feel it, touch it, harbor it.

Thrusting out his right hand, he summoned chidori, eyes locking with the blue skies that stared back at him, widening at the move the young anbu captain was doing.

“Kakashi. Don’t be foolish.” Minato warned, feeling a tightening in his gut at the deranged look on the younger males face, his chidori lighting up the area, blinding him momentarily.

Silence, save for the makeshift noise of birds screaming.

Kakashi laid his feet flat against the earth, moving to propel himself forward, making to run at the entity that mocked his misery.

But, Minato was faster.

The blonde was upon him in a second, left hand grasping the right arm of the jounin, digging his nails into the flesh, snapping his arm behind his back, the chidori fading out with the movements.

Kakashi grunted, feeling the man forcefully back him into a tree, hand still gripping his arm, twisting it until the silver haired ninja cried out in pain.

Minato growled, his right hand moving up to grab the anbus chin, making him face his enraged expression.

“I could kill you for that.” Minato told him, breathing heavily, matching the rhythm the other males chest was falling.

“Yeah, but you won’t. Fucking coward." Kakashi said sadistically.

Minato was silent for a moment, allowing the words to brand his senses, curdling deep in his chest, sparking the fire he pushed back and pushed back and pushed back.

Kakashi wasn’t prepared for the assault.

The blonde slammed his mouth against Kakashi’s, his hand leaving the chin of his ex-student, winding themselves in silver strands of hair, pulling so roughly, he felt the pain in his own scalp.

The kissing wasn’t gentle. Not even a little bit. Tongues met, lips gnarled at one another, both of the men demanding the dominant role, but one winning.

Minato.

His blood was pumping now, riling him up fully.

Making haste, Minato reached down and ripped the button undone on Kakashi’s anbu pants, wrenching them off the teens hips, hand feeling for the erection.

Kakashi panted, feeling the blonde force him further into the tree, his hips now pressing into the younger males, hand now undoing the older males slacks, yanking them around his ankles in one tug.

Minato yanked Kakashi’s boxers off now, hand wrapping around his bared cock, pumping softly, making the younger male curse and moan, the weeping head spewing precum on the palm of his hand.

Fuck.

Shakily moving away, Minato grabbed his own boxers and yanked them down.

He was aching, his arousal throbbing, and he leaned forward, grinding his mouth back against his ex-students, cocks rubbing against each other, tongues battling once again.

Minato grabbed the younger males hips, fucking up against his muscular stomach, precum dripping down the abs that lined his flesh.

Kakashi felt his cock tingle, throbbing, dripping with want towards the annoying blonde male.

Minato couldn’t stand it, couldn’t take it anymore, gripping Kakashi’s bicep, he wrenched him around, moving the man to where his cock was pressed achingly against Kakashi’s bubbly ass.

Reaching up, he spit in his hand and smeared it at Kakashi’s opening, the anbu moaning, hips swirling.

Minato huffed hotly, gripping his manhood, gathering up the precum and stroking it over his arousal, making his dick wet.

Grabbing the silver heads hips, he aligned himself at his puckered hole, seeing his spittle run down the crack, flowing inside the opening, beckoning him to plow the fertile field that was Kakashi.

“I hope you’re prepared for this.” He growled into the younger males ear, earning a rough nod, and impatient growl.

Shoving back against his entrance, Minato slipped the head of his cock through, sliding in rather easily due to the excessive spill of his precum that helped make the opening more slick.

Kakashi panted, hitting the trunk of the tree in agitation.

“Fuck me, idiot.” He moaned, pushing his hips back to take the blondes cock more and more.

Minato ignored him, sliding inch by inch inside the hot, molten, and soft hole, finally hilting, his pulsating balls hitting Kakashi’s, both men groaning loudly.

Kami, he was tight.

Minato gripped the Hatake’s hips, pulling out, slamming in, each thrust earning a pant or a moan from the man pressed against the bark of the tree.

It felt so fucking good.

Minato slapped the round globe of his ex-students ass, leaning forward to lay his chest against Kakashi’s, mouth nibbling at his ear, hips slanting roughly into him, his cock hitting the soft spot inside.

“Oh, fuck.” Kakashi groaned, pushing his hips back.

Minato grit his teeth, hips picking up their pace, his dick stroking deep, stroking hard, listening to Kakashi’s pants turn into groans, then into yelps as he slid in and out of him, over and over, hilting, leaving, hilting, leaving.

Pulling out suddenly, Minato spun Kakashi around, making the teen face him, breath coming out fast.

“Ride me.” Minato said to him, forcing him down to his knees.

Laying out, Minato spread his legs, shaft straining and aching, the hardness laying flat against his stomach.

Kakashi straddled in, shakily grabbing the throbbing flesh, sinking down on it.

“Yeees.” Minato groaned, gripping the anbu captains ass, helping him bounce up and down, balls slapping together, flesh slick with sweat, eyes never leaving the other.

Minato was close, so fucking close.

Reaching out, he gripped the erection that was slapping against his wet stomach, hearing the younger jounin howl at the action, fingers sliding up and down the smooth flesh.

Kakashi continued to ride him, the pain meshing with the pleasure, the pressure filling his senses, sparking them into numbness, throwing him into bliss.

Leaning back, Kakashi wound his hips in circles, his ass muscles milking the weeping appendage, the tightness sucking Minato’s cock inside so tightly, he was afraid he’d never emerge.

Gripping Minato-Sensei’s ankles, Kakashi bounced even harder up and down, moaning, groaning and trembling as the mans hand moved over his raging erection.

“Fuck! Kakashi. I’m-I’m coming.” Minato said, fingers digging into his flesh so hard, Kakashi felt the bruises forming already.

Growling audibly, Kakashi felt his balls tighten, his come spurting out to fall onto the skin of Minato-Sensei’s stomach.

Forcing his head back, Minato bumped his hips up, fucking harder and faster into Kakashi, his seed leaving him to burrow home within his tightness.

Kakashi leaned back, his mind peacefully numb. Blissfully devoid of anything but release as he panted, feeling his cock so flaccid.

Minato raised Kakashi’s hips up, pulling himself free, hissing as the air hit his wet arousal, watching as the remnants of his seed flowed out of Kakashi’s ass.

The two men rebuckled their pants, not facing each other, no words spoken, nothing.

Was there shame?

Regret?

Kakashi wanted to ask, wanted to apologize for threatening him, but he wasn't sure if he should.

How long would this hold him over though? How long would it take before he had the same calling within his blood, the need to feel the sun once again, to stare into its brightness and bask in the rays it elicited.

The answer was clear when he was turning, a hand gripping his, forcing him against a hard chest, blonde hair obscuring his vision now, blinding him, but also granting him sight.

A smirk was what he faced, the young Hokage running a finger over his chin, pushing down the fabric, lips moving out to nibble the flesh.

“Kakashi. Hmm. Kami, I thought I’d never get to touch the clouds.” He mumbled to the young jounin, clamping wet lips over the younger males, letting loose a small whimper as he did so.

Upon hearing this, Kakashi pulled back, looking at the hazy blue irises, smirking at what he just heard.

“Odd. I thought I’d never get to touch the sun.” He admitted, watching the expression on the young Hokage’s face turn from lust to understanding.

And he smiled.

And damn did Kakashi bask in that suns rays.