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hotpotrandomfics · 3 years

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Narutoverse OC Profile: Tsukiya "Tsuki" Nara

Name: Tsukiya "Tsuki" Nara

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Birthday: February 28th

Height: 5'10" (177.8 cm)

Weight: 180lbs (81.64 kg)

Eyes: Light Grey with black pupils

Hair: Black long length tied in a wolfs tail with two short bang framing the left and right side of his face

Skintone: Tortilla brown

Attire:

Left arm bandage to the elbow

black fingerless gloves,

Dark grey trousers

Silver hoodie sleeveless with royal blue stripes

Chunin vest (dyed black)

Black headband

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Astrological Sign: Pisces

Blood Type: O Positive

Kekkei Genkai: Byakugan

Nature Affinities:

Yin Release (Age 8)

Wind Release (Age 10)

Water Release (Age 13)

Lighting Release (Age 16)

Birth Place: Konohagakure (The Villiage Hidden in the Leaves)

Affiliation(s):

Konohagakure

Hyuga Clan

Nara Clan

ANBU

Clan(s):

Hyuga Clan

Nara Clan

Hatake Clan

Parent(s):

Mother: Yukina Hyuga

Father: Ashitaka Nara

Shinobi Ranks:

Genin (Age: 11)

Chunin (Age: 13)

ANBU (Age: 14)

Jonin (Age: 18)

Team(s):

Old Team:

Inosuke Inuzuka: deceased

Shiho Sarutobi: deceased

Mafuyu Hyuga (sensei): deceased

New Team:

Kasumi Sato (Former Hidden Rain)

Sora Tohno (Former Hidden Cloud)

Miyori Saratobi (sensei)

Skill/Jutsu(s):

Taijutsu:

Gentle Fist

Eight Trigrams Sixteen Palms

Eight Trigrams Thirty-Two Palms

Eight Trigrams Sixty-Four Palms

Eight Trigrams One Hundred Twenty-Eight Palms

Eight Trigrams Vacuum Palm

Eight Trigrams Palm Rotation

Tenketsu Needle

Hard Fist

Ninjutsu:

Yin:

Shadow Possession

Shadow Stitching

Shadow Paralysis

Shadow Grab

Shadow Pull

Shadow Imitation Field

Shadow Bond

Shadow Possession Shuriken

Shadow Strangle

Wind:

Gale Palm

Air Bullet

Whirlwind Fist

Wind Blade Jutsu

Rotating Shuriken

Water:

Giant Waterfall

Torrent Bullet

Severing Wave

Water Palm Wave

Water Dragon

Lightning:

Lightning Net

Lightning Blade

Chidori

Thunderbolt

Lightning Strike

Bio:

A member of the main branch of the Hyuga family, Tsukiya was born to Yukina Hyuga and Ashitaka Nara (a descendant of the Hatake clan on his father side) on the night of February 28th, the family of three lived in predominately Nara section of the village despite Yukina fathers' protest and threats of branding her son with the sealing jutsu for branch family members. Tsukiya from a young age was gifted in the art of the Gentle Fist and would train vigorously with his mother, mastering many of the techniques and accessing his Byugkan sporadically until he gained control of it at eight years old. In conjunction with his Gentle Fist, Tsukiya trained with his father in the Nara clan hidden arts and was capable of mastering three of the Nara clans' jutsu by the time he graduated from the Ninja Academy.

Tsukiya was placed on a team with Inosuke Inuzuka, Shiho Sarutobi, and Mafuyu Hyuga as his sensei. Inosuke was a strong-willed young man of the Inuzuka clan that never backed down from a challenge and loved to tease his teammates. Shiho was the "Rookie of the Year" of their graduating class and had an inherited skill as a fire style user, she was kind and the heart of the team. Tsukiya was behind Shiho slightly in terms of academics but placed second in their year. Mafayu Hyuga was serious sensei that always pushed her students, especially Tsukiya, and would constantly remind them of the importance of developing their strengths and learning to better their weaknesses. The team would go on many missions and bond for two years through missions, training, and spending many cherished moments together. Tsukiya was the only one amongst his team to become a chunin and it was a joyous time as it just reinvigorated his team to catch up. Sadly, Tsukiya team would not see the day as they had been killed during the Konoha Crush Plan one by one they died before his eyes until he was the only survivor, their deaths forever changed him like many who lost someone special that day.

Tsukiya would go through many trials and hardships during the time after their deaths, refusing the Lady Tsunade reassigning him to a new time. It was a waste considering his skill, so as means to put him to work Tsunade placed him in the ANBU who reported to her directly. For nearly three years, Tsukiya had completed a series of missions to maximum effectiveness though this did not help ease the sadness he constantly felt. So Tsunade as an attempt to try her old plan placed him on a new team, if he refused he would be stripped of his shinobi status. Part of her reason to put him on this new team was to keep an eye on two shinobi who recently defected from their villages to join the Hidden Leaf in hopes of survival, intel offering, and a new start.

Kasumi Sato, Former Hidden Rain Village, she is an expert in water style and is a sensory type with innate hearing and visual prowess that is quite well for someone without a dojutsu. Sora Tohno, Former Hidden Cloud, is a swordsman shinobi with master-level lightning style jutsus that work with or without his katana. A band of misfits to be lead by a recently made Jonin whose skills were quite terrifying for someone of the Sarutobi. Miyori Saratobi, known as the "Burning Beauty of the Leaf," is a master in fire, wind, and lightning styles whose skills with a bo staff leave some weapon experts in fear.

The road ahead for Tsukiya will be long for him to fight and endure the pain that is to come. He will take mentorship from many of the other sensei in the village that understand him but the one that will have the biggest impact on him would be the Son of the White fang...

#Tsukiya Nara #naruto oc #narutoverse #naruto #naruto shippuden #nara clan #hatake clan #hyuga clan #kakashi hatake

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adelha-mathilde · 7 years

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Muse and Mun Facts

Repost, not reblog! Tag 6 muns you would like to get to know better when done!

Muse Name: Margaret Joanna Adelha Mathilde Nickname / Mun Nickname: Adelha or Addy / Liss or Nukker (since one of my World of Warcraft characters is named Nukkerfutz) Age: Muse looks to be 20 to 25. Mun is older than 30 Faceclaim: I tend to use art by the ever amazing @wlopwangling or @shilinhuang for my icons of this muse. Since they are exceptionally talented and their work just fits this muse perfectly. I bow to their talents. Height: Muse is around 5'7". Mun has no idea but is shorter than 6 feet Birthday: Muse was born November 25. Mun is also born in November. Last song you listened to: Hirari, Hirari by Kamui Gakupo V4 Favourite muse(s) you’ve written: This OC muse is my favorite. Gin Ichimaru (Bleach), Alucard (Hellsing), Sebastian Michealis (Black Butler), Nicholas D. Wolfwood (Trigun), Vash the Stampede (Trigun), Itachi Uchiha (Naruto), Orochimaru (Naruto), Jiraiya (Naruto), Isshin Kurosaki (Bleach), Sosuke Aizen (Bleach), Jin Kariya (Bleach), Go Koga (Bleach), Kakashi Hatake (Naruto), Kisame (Naruto), Iruka Umino (Naruto)

What inspired you to take on your current muse (that you are posting this on): This muse is my original character from a novel I was planning to write back when I was in my early teens. And has been restructured on multiple occsions to fit any story or roleplay I end up delving into. As such this character has been my first and my best muse in the fact that I have portrayed this character for a very long time.

What are your favorite aspects of your current muse: I have a very clear understanding of this particular character and how she interacts in any situation. Out of all my original characters, she has the most work into her workings and portrayal. I may not be this character in real life, but she is who I would want to be or strive to be in real life.

What’s your biggest inspiration when it comes to writing: My friends I have made through role play. Really. They have been a blessing from God in many ways. Koyoshi Tsuki is the best epic werewolf sister I could ever ask for and I adore her. Yuushiro Mochizuchi is my silly bean sis who gives me rays of summer sunshine. And my Neko Shirosaki is the most awesome and sassy gal I will ever have the joy to know. I also have the great pleasure of playing a kind of hide and high five with @yourwhiterabbits to my sheer delight. Plus @thedemongunman and @mysteriousshopkeeper have given me a reason to check tumblr like... Four times a day for replies. (you two are awesome and I send thee many many hugs) Add in @generation13samurai, @nicholas-wolfwood, and the ever amazing dork @typhcccn, and I have the best of mutuals to ever grace my internet connection. These people are my reason to get up in the morning. You all give me the nudge I need to pursue my day with a smile. So all you people, give yourselves hugs from me. I adore you.

Favouite types of threads: The ones where the writing is so dang perfect you could publish the plot into a novel. The kind that makes me write a fanfic or short story and my friends gush over. The kind that makes me glad I woke up that day. This is more than just a hobby. This is a passion. This is my anti-depressant. This is my reason to have a smile every day.

Biggest struggle in regards to your current muse: Waiting for someone / anyone to reply back. I try to be patient with my mutuals. I really do. But the fan in me tends to paw at my computer monitor.

Tagged by: @lucifcriisms (aka @typhcccn)

Tagging: @mysteriousshopkeeper @crippledwingedbird @flashkitty @jushirou-ukitake @ichimaru-gin @generation13samurai

#muse and mun facts #question and answer #tagged

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gackts-girl-88 · 7 years

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Chapters: 47/47 Fandom: Naruto, Naruto: Shippuden Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Kakashi/OC, OC/Orochimaru Characters: Tsuki Hanahara, Kakashi Hatake, Orochimaru Additional Tags: Fanfiction, Cross-Posted on FanFiction.Net, Cross-Posted on Wattpad Series: Part 1 of A Naruto Fanfiction Series Summary:

What happens when Tsuki has had everything ripped away from her until she is nothing more than a slave and weapon to Orochimaru? And what will she do when her world changes through a sudden encounter with Konoha's Copy Ninja, Kakashi Hatake? Friendship can be learned and love discovered - but only if she is willing to reach out and grasp it tightly!

#naruto #naruto: shippuden #kakashi #oc #ao3 #fanfiction

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wind-becomes-lightning · 2 years

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where is my home?

-- I don't recognise the faces anymore~

overly long thing I wrote for my Kakashi daughter Tsuki because it is her birthday today. Wayyy too long for anyone caring, but here it goes! 3978 words. positively unedited because im too lazy to go over it and this will be read by like..3 people so.. you can keep the typos

Tsuki never really thought about the fact that she was adopted. It just wasn’t something on her mind.

She didn’t really remember how she had walked into her fathers and subsequently her mother’s life and followed them until she was finally taken home permanently. She heard the stories of course, but she had no memory of being so bold. For Tsuki, her parents were her parents, as long as she could think.

There had been biological parents of course, at some point at least. They might have died in the war or lost her or she might have come from a completely different village and ended up in Konoha in the aftermath of the chaos. Tsuki didn’t know and she never cared. She knew her father had asked most major clans if they missed a child and nobody had. Nobody knew who she was, where she came from and why that giant falcon was following her like a trained pet dog.

Tsuki did not think of clans or last names when she was a child. She was Tsuki, her father was her father and her mother was her mother. Of course she knew that there was some weight behind it, being a Hatake. The daughter of the Hokage, the village hero. But while people did follow her with their eyes, they did not whisper. Not like they did about Obito.

She did not remember the birth of her little brother very well. Just his little hands grabbing her hair when he was already a few months old. As children, Tsuki loved her little brother. Loved how when he crawled he chased her, how when he walked she held him, how when he talked he said her name as the first word.

But when she got older she realised people spoke about Obito in hushed tones. That they mentioned his name with admiration and adoration. He was a Hatake, he was an Uchiha, he was the son of the Hokage. People had followed Tsuki too, but they had always added “adopted” when talking about her. She was an adopted Hatake, an adopted daughter.

It was clear quickly that Obito was not as talented as she was. Chakra usage came easy to Tsuki, she figured out how to mould it and climb trees when she was four years old, which was even earlier than her father did, at least according to what he said himself. Obito on the other hand was a weak, crying sort of boy, scared of bugs, the dark, the storms, the lightning and many other things. Tsuki spent nights laying next to him to calm him down and she knew he was also regularly climbing in their parents bed to get comfort from them.

But still, once Tsuki reached academy age, people talked about Obito as if he was going to be the next village hero. She’d not thought about clans and last names, Uchiha was the name of Itachi-san and Sasuke-nii and Ren and Takeshi, Uchiha was not a quality seal that made you extraordinary. But apparently it did, because people expected Obito to be great just by virtue of his bloodline - a bloodline Tsuki technically did not share.

It did not matter that she was outstanding at the academy, because, as the other kids would not tire of telling her, she was just adopted. Her father would say that she had her talents from him, but they weren’t related in the slightest, so how could he claim such a thing? Behind her back the other people in her class would whisper about her, call her a “fake”, giggle when she introduced herself as a Hatake. Fake, fake, fake, fake.

Once Obito joined the academy it was even worse. While the teachers generally were nice to Tsuki and praised her with words like “As expected from the daughter of Kakashi-sama!”, the other children would immediately say that the only child of the Hokage was a son and he was not in their year. Not in front of Iruka or Shino-sensei of course, just close enough to Tsuki so she could hear it. Obito wasn’t as talented in the academy either, but he would inherit the white Hatake chakra and the sharingan and that was enough for people to see him as a prodigy.

Miu was born while Tsuki was in her third or so year of academy. A girl, with silver hair and grey eyes just like their father had. She’d be visibly connected to the Hatake clan and nobody would ever question her connection to the Hokage, but Tsuki had dark skin and brown hair and stuck out like a sore thumb.

Maybe she should have told her parents about the way other kids were treating her, or the teachers, or anyone that was a little older and could understand how she felt, but Tsuki said nothing and bore it badly. The frustration over being a “fake” led her to let out her anger on Obito. Her little brother, whom she’d loved so much as a kid, now felt like the reason for all her misfortune. Rationally, she knew he didn’t do anything wrong and that he hadn’t asked to be admired the way he was, but she could not stop herself.

They offered her to graduate a year earlier than other children and while her father was very sceptical of an early graduation, as it had brought him nothing but additional stress, Tsuki begged for it. Part of her hoped in secret that getting assigned a team and a teacher would help with the bullying. All she wanted was to leave school behind and find her own way.

She was the best in her new team, by a large margin and it was clear that the others didn’t like that very much. Her father would say that he too had issues with his teammates at first and her mother would tell her to hang in there, but Tsuki wanted out as soon as she was in. Her hopes that with a team she would easily fit in and be accepted quicker was crushed quickly.

Tsuki tried. She tried holding back. She stopped talking. She held the anger on her inside until she could get home where she unloaded on Obito. It got harder day by day and she still endured. In hindsight she thought that maybe made it worse. If she had just stood her ground and said her piece, maybe her teammates would have left her alone.

The day she regretted more than any other day started with a failed mission. One of her teammates had alerted their target on their position and almost sold them out to the opponent. Tsuki had rushed in and saved him, but let the target get away because of it. Now her team was mad at her for not following the instructions and failing them the mission. Her repeated insistences that the other guy could have died if she hadn’t stepped in they kept blaming her.

So she got back home in a foul mood and barked at her mother when she asked her in a friendly manner to train with Obito in the garden. Ever since they were children Obito and Tsuki had been training together and before Tsuki had stopped looking at him and started actively avoiding him, these spars had been enjoyable and fun, especially when their parents were watching. But now they were a chore Tsuki would have loved to skip and judging from his face Obito hated them too.

But she was angry and moody and couldn’t wait to let her anger out on someone, so she agreed to train him and though Obito was defensively saying “I will just wait for Dad to get home” their mother just waves with her hand “Nonsense, Tsuki is a very talented teacher.” The siblings went outside accordingly.

Obito wielded a staff just like their mother had back when she was still an on duty kunoichi. He could induce it with lightning, which he got from their father, or fire, which was something given to him from the Uchiha clan. Tsuki spit on the ground before pulling her tantou and going in. Obito blocked, but he was weak, he had never been stronger than her, especially not when she was serious. She knocked the staff out of his hands in one go, then turned to kick him backwards.

He wasn’t stupid, by now he was almost at the edge of graduation himself, so he collected himself and signed for a Fireball with his fingers. “You Uchiha have nothing to offer other than spitting fire” Tsuki jeered as if she had met many of them and not just learned about them in her academy days. The fireball didn’t touch her more than it made her feel warm as she shot past it, water jutsu shooting like bullets out of her fingers. He just wasn’t any match for her.

Lightning sizzled between his fingers and it was clear that he tried to counter her water that way, but Tsuki knew her brother too well and knew well enough that his own lightning nature worried him. Too many nights had she spent next to him when he was crying during thunderstorms. Still, he bit his lip, made a brave face and launched towards her again. Tsuki blocked her tantou without much issue. Her free left hand pushed her brother’s face into the ground beneath them.

“Fancy names alone don’t make good shinobi, Uchiha” she jeered another time and Obito whined a little. He looked up with the dark eyes of her mother, the black of most other Uchiha too. He had her hair colour and their father's hair, he had their mother’s eyes and their fathers chakra nature. He had everything, everything that Tsuki never had just because her blood did not align with the name on a paper. She hated and envied him for equal measures.

She punched him. She punched him again. “T-Tsuki..” Obito whined again and looked up. The crybaby. The boy who can do nothing and still has the world open to him. The not- fake child. She hit him again. There was blood on his face. What was it about him that made the world go so mad with admiration? She had tried, she had tried at all points in life. She had saved her teammate as she was supposed to and they had called her a loser for it. They would have hated her too if she had just let him die. Dizzily and out of control he punched into the boy’s face.

“Tsuki!”

Her mother’s voice ripped through her clouded mind. Tsuki’s eyes darted up and suddenly could see clear again. Obito was crying, he was bleeding, he had raised an arm over his face to shield himself and when he finally let it down Tsuki could see the bruises she had left on it. There was something else though, his eyes were no longer black. He had red eyes, red eyes like her mother had shown her she had. The sharingan. She took a step back and let go of her brother.

Sayuri jumped in and picked the boy up. “What do you think you are doing?” she screamed at Tsuki who heard only ocean waves in her ears. A sharingan activated in heavy emotional trauma they had said. Heavy emotional trauma. She had pushed her brother so far that she had traumatised him. It was her fault that he was this injured. It was her fault. She didn’t dare look at her mother or her hands.

“I- I’m sorry” Tsuki pressed out without looking up. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I - I should.. I should leave.. Forever.” That made her look up. Her mother cradled Obito in her arms. Obito, the son that she’d always overprotected. Her real son, not a fake like Tsuki was. And though she still felt hate and regret she also felt the envy again. “I never belonged in this family. You all knew it” she spit and turned to run before everybody could see the tears.

The worst hours of her life ensued. She couldn’t stop looking at her fingers, the blood that was dried up between them. Her head kept replaying Obito’s crying face, the sharingan colour and his whine, his pleas for her to stop were in her ears. It wasn’t his fault. He’d never been someone who bragged with who he was, quite the opposite, Obito was annoyingly unbraggy about his father or his heritage.

Tsuki cried for him and for herself, for their lost relationship that had been destroyed by her own insecurities. Maybe it was just as well if she’d disappeared. Maybe her parents would have it easier without her. Obito and Miu, they would grow up happy and healthy. She knew the stories of her mother, that she had run away from home as a kid and survived. Tsuki was older and smarter than her mother was at that age so this was a valid option for her. Maybe somewhere out there she’d find her real family - a clan name that actually belonged to her.

Before she could do any of that she was gripped at the back of her shirt and lifted up like a little cat who had been misbehaved in front of their mother. Tsuki didn’t have to look up to know who it was. Her father had this way about him when he was trying to show authority; she'd seen him do it often enough to herself, her siblings or the elders of the village. He was calm but firm and often knew the right thing to say to calm situations down.

“Found you,” he said and when Tsuki finally looked up into his grey eyes they were harder than she’d ever seen them. How quickly had mom contacted him, she wondered. Probably as fast as she could. Her father must have hurried from work to get her. According to where the sun was, it was much too early for him to be able to go home. “Obito is fine.” She averted her eyes again in shame.

Dad sighed as if there was heavy burden on his body, then he pulled her over his shoulder like a large sack of rice and said: “Let’s go.”

“Wh-where?” Tsuki asked, but her father was already jumping from tree to tree. She had rarely seen him in action and while he had carried her a lot when she was a kid, he was now much older and she was much heavier. She turned so she could climb on his back to make his running easier and he invited it, he even gave her a smile over his shoulder.

Tsuki didn’t know where they were going. “He isn’t injured greatly, what scared him more was the sudden appearance of the sharingan.” Her father spoke unprompted as if he knew exactly her worries. “Your mother is confused as to what happened. I will have you explain it to her later.”

She could say that there wouldn’t be any later, that she would run away as soon as he’d let her go. She looked up and her eyes caught his again only to look away. Finally her father’s steps slowed down and finally he turned to enter the city archive. She didn’t dare ask what they were doing here, so she just clung to his back and let him walk through and greet all the workers here. She felt ashamed that people had to see her father with her, the fake child, instead of one of the real ones.

They went into the cellar and this is where her father let her down. “Why” he said, while rummaging through papers behind him, “Were you so angry?”

“I .. wasn’t angry at him,” Tsuki admitted. “Just, at the idea of him.”

Kakashi’s eyes flickered over to her and there was the stern face again, the aura of authority that made her shiver each time she saw it. HIs eyes softened immediately though. “I didn’t ask if you were angry at your brother. I asked what was the reason you were angry.”

It was clear that Kakashi already knew. Maybe her teacher had told him, maybe a witness had. Word travelled fast in Konoha especially when it contained news about a child linked to someone well known. The loud demeanour of Naruto’s first born son boruto were well documented and he was still a small child.

“I failed a mission”, she said truthfully. “One of.. One of the others almost got themselves killed and I… I stepped in and saved him, but that meant the target got away. Now they are blaming me.” Her father whistled a little and Tsuki did not quite understand why.

He put two things on top of each other. Then: “How is that related to Obito?” Tsuki squirmed. Surly word had gotten to her father somehow, but she had never spoken to her parents about any of this. “I’m just jealous of him.. He is… a real Hatake and I’m …. just adopted.”

That was when her father went “Ah!” and pulled some scrolls from the archives. He walked over to his daughter and handed it to her. “Please read this.”

She opened it with shaking hands, now knowing what would appear beneath. First thing that fell out was a tiny picture of a person she recognised as her grandfather sakumo. He looked jaded and tired, more so than in the picture they had in their living room that showed him with her father as a child. She caught the picture and held it up but her father just repeated: “Read the scroll.”

It was a mission report. During the third ninja war Hatake Sakumo had been tasked to take out a squadron of Suna warriors. He was known for his most successful attack on Suna, which had taken out many special warriors from there and hence he was seen as an expert. So they had sent him again expecting nothing but the best results, but his backup team was cornered in a surprise attack and he had turned around and, instead of finishing the mission, defended the squad that was coming after him, no matter how much they had pleaded he should fulfil what he was sent to do.

And yes, while this had led to the back up squad all surviving, the Suna squadron had also kept on doing their dirty work along the rice fields of the Land Of Fire’s farmers. Tons of food was lost and it had led to a small crisis. Food was invaluable in war time and Sakumo had directly caused a shortage of it. This, so the scroll's judgement, meant he had failed as a shinobi.

Tsuki looked up to her father and closed the scroll, the picture of her grandfather still in her hand. Obviously she had heard about the fate that awaited Sakumo, the deep rooted self hate and regret that lead to death by his own hand. Her father offered a hand and she put the scroll into it.

“Do you think he was wrong?” Kakashi asked.

She didn’t think long about it. “No. He saved his team that he cared for. Sometimes the mission is not the most important. You've always said that.” This made Kakashi smile.

“Do you think the reaction of the saved squad was justified?” His eyes rested calmly on her.

“No.” She was determined. “He might have failed but he had his heart into it. They could have forgiven him with that in mind, I think. Instead they were just mean to him. It seemed like they were frustrated that they got into this dangerous situation in the first place and then just lashed out on the only actually talented person around.”

Her father watched her. “This happened to you today, did it not?”

The tears were in her eyes before she could stop it from happening. She looked up to find her father had stepped towards her. He pulled her in and let her head rest against his chest, while she cried. “They say I’m not a real Hatake” she cried and for the first time really talked about this heavy boulder on her chest. “They say I’m a fake. They keep saying it. Fake, fake, fake. They say you and- and mom don’t even like me. That I don’t belong to this family. I heard it so often that I - I think I started believing it too.”

She took a shaky breath. “And Obito - “ She couldn’t think of him without seeing his bloody face in front of her wet eyelids. “He has all of this that I wish I had. He looks like mom and fights like you and people never doubt which family he belongs to.” She sniffed and buried her head deeper. “But that’s not his fault. He didn’t - he didn’t do anything. And I was so terrible to him..”

“Tsuki” her father spoke warmly and went with his hand through her hair. “Can you please look at that picture you are holding of your grandfather.” She was confused, but did as she was asked. Sakumo Hatake looked tired, even sad, there were wrinkles around his mouth. He hadn’t been very old when he died, but he still looked like an old soul. The torment must have been almost unbearable.

Kakashi kneeled in front of her to look at the picture. “Can you see what he is wearing?”

“A tantou.” She looked closer. “My tantou.”

He nodded and pointed with a finger at it. “I gave you his sword that I could never swing after his death. It was mostly broken, but I had it mended for you once you showed promise in fighting. You have the only Hatake clan heirloom that we as a family own.” She felt like she would be crying every moment again. “I gave it to you, because you are my daughter, my eldest daughter. Because you are the child that will carry on the name of the clan as clan head. Not Obito or Miu, no it is the eldest child and that eldest child is you.”

“Dad..” Tsuki’s lower lip was shaking.

“Besides,” he continued, “your action today shows how well you have internalised the way we Hatake are. You mirrored your grandfather by instinct, even though you never met him. And I can tell you a secret, my dear..” He leaned forward to her. “I think you would be his favourite grandchild for that.”

The flood gates opened again. She pressed the picture to her chest and fell into her father’s arms. He stroked over her back soothingly. “I don’t care where you come from or who you were before you came to me, you are my daughter now. I gave you my house and my name and my techniques as a father should. You are my child and belong to my family, no matter what people say. Nothing will ever change that.”

She crawled herself into his black vest. “You have to apologise to your brother though, and explain to your mother what happened.” Back to the stern parental figure, Tsuki thought and nodded as quickly as she could. “Of course.”

At home the air was cleared with many more tears by Tsuki, by Obito and their mother. Her mother had pulled Tsuki so close that she almost got no air and called her a “stupid girl” affectionately. Obito was mostly fine, his wounds had been quickly healed by Haruka while Tsuki had been away. While the day burned in Tsuki’s mind with only shame and regret and she felt determined to build up a better relationship with her brother from now on, they remained largely strangers until late in their teenage years after a long separation.

#fanfiction things #oc: sayuri #oc: hatake tsuki #poor tortured girl

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oh my god i went through my art files and found this verrry old wip from january that i hated so much i just abandoned it right there lmao

#nisi rambles #mius head is tooo bigggg #tsukis eyes are too far apart it hink?? and sayuris eyes have idfferent sizes lmao #and obitos hairrrr my man #eitherw ay uh #oc: sayuri #oc: hatake obito #oc: hatake miu #oc: hatake tsuki

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=3= no jjk i hear u i hear u skjdhbv <3333

uhhhh sakura or any of ur ocs in thisss <3333333333

i was thinking about her recently and so here is local anbu lady daydreaming about her girlfriend

#nisi follower celebration #art things #oc: sayuri #oc: hatake tsuki #mirais neck is too long but whateverrr #i want to draw them kissing so badddddly

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49 tsuki/mirai <33

a kiss... out of necessity

that was a tough setup vera i hope its fine like this!

Miu pushes her chin forward. “No, I'm pretty sure I’m right. I’ve caught them kissing several times.”

“That’s- I don’t believe it. I don’t want to be rude to you Miu but your sister? She is cold.” Aome throws her locks over her shoulder.

Though Miu knows her sister well and knows her sister’s cold shoulder towards others, she still thinks it's a little rude of Aome to judge her so harshly. Tsuki is family after all, but Miu feels like there is no need to spark an argument about this today, especially since she is correct anyway.

Also, why is it so outlandish that Mirai-sensei is dating Tsuki? Usually Aome follows Miu wherever she leads, but this - this is the thing she doesn’t want to believe?

“We should just ask them”, Miu decides. “And then you owe me 5 dango.”

Aome frowns a little: “Five is too much, you’ll upset your stomach.” She sounds weirdly like her father.

“So what?” Miu says in defiance. Aome has no other words to say. So the two girls head out to search for either Tsuki or Mirai-sensei in the village.

As luck would have it, they find both of them together. Mirai, casually leaning against a tree and moving her arms in excitement is right opposite to Tsuki, who leans very close, face hidden behind her usual mask and just nods at everything Mirai says.

MIu sees it immediately: her sister’s cheeks are flushed.

“Tsukiii~” Miu whines from across the street to get her older sister’s attention. A light crosses Tsuki’s eyes.

Mirai stops her rambling and looks at her two students heading over. “What are you two doing here? It is your day off.”

“Aome does not believe you two are dating,” Miu says bluntly and Mirai-sensei blushes instantly. “I wanted her to see proof.”

“Wh-hy is that something you are talking about…?” Mirai is gesturing again.

Aome shrugs her shoulders: “It just doesn’t seem true. Miu just wants to brag.”

“Why would I want to brag with my sister dating my teacher?”

“I don’t know, you like bragging about many things.”

“But I’m not lying.” Miu lets out a huff and then punches her sister in the side. “Tell her.”

Tsuki rolls her eyes in this very exaggerated way she usually does when she is annoyed with anyone in their family, but then, with a sigh, she grabs Mirai at the front vest and pulls her in. She is almost as skilled as their father is when it comes to letting the mask down and putting it back up so MIu almost misses the movement, but they kiss. At first Mirai seems to fight it a little, too embarrassed to do this in front of her students, but eventually she gives in too.

“Gross,” Miu says almost in unison with Aome.

Tsuki draws back and puts the mask back into place: “Well you wanted to know.”

Satisfied with what they saw, the two girls turn around without a further word.

“You owe me five dango.” Miu skips a little. She likes being right.

Aome makes a face. “It will make you feel sick.”

“Sure, but that sickness will feel like victory.”

#prompt things #oc: sayuri #oc: hatake tsuki #oc: hatake miu #oc: umino aome #the girls are menaces as always

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oc doodle of the day.

the hatake family or whatever.

#art things #oc: sayuri #oc: hatake tsuki #oc: hatake obito #oc: hatake miu #i like my new tablet it makes me happy #sorry for the weird eye shapes look i put it under cut ok

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if it’s not too many characters ahdjsjdjdj i’d like to request kkyuri fam !! if not then ☀️ and yams <33333

5 full bodies without a base really kills me so im giving up at this point... ..

it is terrible. under cut

#ask things #art things #oc: sayuri #oc: hatake miu #oc: hatake tsuki #oc: hatake obito #so bad so bad the height differences so bad god damn terrible terrible

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Nightmare mission

Day 3 :) I struggled a little with this one and it is all over the place but we do as we do! Here you go.

Hatake Tsuki, my oldest Kakashi daughter [clickerino]

Sarutobi Mirai x OC

Rated G

4661 words

no warnings other than spoilers for the entire land of steam arc.

for @narutoocshipweek Day 3: Vacation

Tsuki has to leave her Anbu squad behind to accompany her father and her uncle Gai to a mission in the land of steam, which would already be annoying enough if there wasn't also an airhead jounin present.

Pushing her bangs out of her face with a blow and letting her hands fall into the oversized coat she was wearing, Tsuki contemplated under which terrible circumstances she ended up in the situation she was in right now. Whose idea had it been to send her to this three week special mission with none other than her father and his goofy friend Gai and on top of that also this airhead protective Jounin as if Tsuki alone would not have been enough as personal protection.

Her father probably, she thought. It could not have been anyone else who could have put her up to this hellish trip. Years she had spent tucked away and working hard in ANBU, doing dangerous missions day by day, even after Naruto-nii had taken over the job as Hokage. So it was very suspicious that she would be recalled from her squad to go on a three week vacation with two retired old men. It smelled like interference by her father, it smelled like there was something up.

The other person that was coming with them, Sarutobi Mirai, was a girl Tsuki’s age. Someone who she went to academy with. But Tsuki had been stronger, quicker in uptake and more talented by a large mile and so she had never really interacted with Mirai. In Tsuki’s eyes Mirai was nothing but a burden on this mission. Constantly confused and trying too hard. It felt like Tsuki was forced to protect all three of them.

It was clear pretty quickly that her father and Gai were enjoying themselves a little too much. Tsuki’s father might be a great shinobi and she still looked up to him almost as much as she always had, but he had this streak about him, especially when with Gai, that made him surprisingly dorky. In such situations Tsuki always looked away or if she could, walked away, because though it made her mothers eyes light up when he was like that, Tsuki thought it was undignified of his former role as hokage and just very embarrassing.

“I can’t believe they sent us on a vacation with them and didn’t tell us,” Mirai moaned one evening, laying down on the futon in one of the ryokans they were staying at. Her hair was damp from the bath still, which made it even more curly than it usually was. Tsuki always had straight hair, even when she was younger and tried to style it. Straight and hanging down.

Tsuki chuckled a little at Mirai’s expense. Well, if she had been so naive as to think that she was sent on a mission that was more important than an S-Rank then she must be very naive. Well, as much was given. “I guess we have to live with that now and make the best of it”, Tsuki replied, though she felt bitter about it too. So many interesting missions she could have done instead of sitting here wasting her time.

“You talked to my father in private before”, Tsuki now asked what had been on her mind all evening. “What about?” She had seen it happen and could have easily eavesdropped from the tree overhead, but had decided not to, mostly because she knew her father would have figured out immediately that she was there.

Mirai rolled over and shrugged her shoulders: “We talked about my father. If I am similar to him or not.”

Right, Mirai’s father had been a shinobi that had died in the fights leading up to the Fourth War. “Why does it matter if you are like him or not?” Tsuki asked. Being attached to your birth parents and their abilities seemed so silly to her. It always had. Maybe that came with her own family history, the fact that her parents might have given her up or died or just lost track of her and her lack of interest in finding out.

“Maybe you don’t understand that,” Mirai said, her red eyes now hardened. “Because you still have your father around. It's just a thing that I wish I knew more about. Who I am is also part of where I came from.”

Tsuki laughed: “My birth parents aren't around either and I still don’t get your point. What do they give us other than genetics?”

There was a frown on Mirai’s face and she seemed to think. Then she said: “Both your parents are still alive…Kakashi-san is in the other room.”

That took Tsuki out for a second. She blinked at the other woman across from her in disbelief and confusion. “I’m adopted” she settled on finally.

Mirai’s jaw fell open: “What? You are?” How had Mirai not known that? Had she gone through the academy as wide eyed and naive as she went through the world now? Tsuki suddenly flashed back to all the years of kids telling her that she wasn’t a real child of the Sixth Hokage. That she bore his name like a fake who did not deserve it. That only her brother and sister were real eirs. That her parents loved them more than they loved her. All of that for so many years and Mirai hadn’t even known?

Tsuki circled her face and then pointed at her cheek: “How do you think these two people could have made me?” She was referring to her darker skin. Mirai shrugged again: “I don’t know. I guess I never really thought about it.”

How should that have never crossed her mind? Tsuki felt an odd sort of anger in her heart. Mirai must be lying. She must be acting or making fun. Everybody knew Tsuki was adopted, her entire life, her entire existence, revolved around everybody knowing she was adopted.

“You’re a dumb idiot”, Tsuki said cruelly, turned around and ignored anything else Mirai was saying.

***

When Tsuki had called this a nightmare trip, she had not yet been ready for what was about to descend on her. Not only was her father especially dorky and Gai in his most exhaustive state, but Mirai continued to be a baggage at everyone’s leg, trying to fix things that needed no fixing. There were surprisingly many jounin from Konoha in the Land of Steam stirring up trouble and being generally annoying. It just hardened her suspicion that all of this was less a vacation and more of a setup of her father for, well, something.

She thought it could not get any worse than the night everybody suddenly started talking about ghosts as if they were real. That truly was the absolute low point in a row of low points. At some point Tsuki just turned away from her other travel companions with a “I’ll be in my room” and stayed there waiting for the commotion to pass. She decided that even genin missions, picking up stray cats and fetch missions, were better than what she had been cursed with now. She crossed her arms and her legs and closed her eyes in hopes that sleep would take this awful thing away from her, that was when the door slid open.

“I did not expect you to be so uncooperative on a mission.” Tsuki’s eyes shot open and her head slouched between her shoulders. No matter how dorky he was, her father had this presence by the sound of his voice alone. He could switch it on if he wanted, be the patriarch of the clan if need be and Tsuki was a little terrified of that version of him, though he was never unkind. Above all in the village she wanted him to be proud of her, in that regard she kind of matched her younger brother, though he had very different reasons.

She moved to the side so he could sit down next to her on the futon. “This is not a mission, it's a mid-life crisis”, Tsuki said and pulled at her mask. Kakashi put his eyebrows together: “Hurtful.”

Tsuki knew he was thoroughly studying her to give her a stern talking to, like he had so many times in her life, so she kept her eyes averted from his face and acted as if the window on the opposite side of the bed was especially interesting.

“No matter how much you think the mission is unnecessary, you should always do it to the best of your abilities, wouldn’t you tell that to your own squad?” he asked and though his voice was casual, she knew he was being serious. Tsuki hummed in agreement. “So why don’t you hold yourself to that standard?”

“Ugh, because this does not matter. I’m sure Gai and you can handle yourself well on your own and Mirai is… exhausting.” She kept pulling her mask and letting it snap back into place and then she did it again. “Maybe I’m just used to the higher standard in ANBU, but she doesn’t seem qualified to be a Jounin.”

Her father put his head to one side and closed just one of his eyes playfully, something he did sometimes when he wanted her to be honest with herself. She hated that, because if there was one thing she had gotten from her mother, it was the inability to be honest with herself.

“What is it about Mirai that annoys you so much?” he asked in his low, caring voice. “Is it the fact that she is focused on deepening her understanding about her father and her clan?” Bullseye. Of course, her father was good at these things. “I just think she is stupid”, Tsuki shot back and sounded more like a spoiled child than she had antcipated, “Why does it matter who her genetical father was? She is raised by her mother and that alone is what counts.”

He put a hand on her head and ruffled through her short brown hair. “I see why you would feel this way, but Mirai’s father is very much in her life. Through stories, through pictures, through the name she is carrying. It is now her way into adulthood to sort that part of her out, to let Asuma play a role, even if he is no longer there. It would maybe do you some good to take a page from her book and find your roots, just to close that open wound. But you never wanted to, no matter how hard we offered.”

“I think living in the past is childish”, Tsuki said with a pout. It was true that her parents had offered time and time again to help her find her original family. There were modern techniques now to do it. Tsuki knew that after the war her father had visited each major clan in the village to ask if they knew her and nobody had so the possibility was high that Tsuki had come to Konoha after the war as an orphan but was born somewhere outside of the ground of the fire country. Her skin colour was at least different enough.

“I think it is very adult of her”, Kakashi shrugged his shoulders and took his hand away from Tsuki’s hair. “She is facing a part of her that has always been with her and learning how to deal with it. That is her way of going forward into adulthood. Something I didn't learn until I was much older is that to become an adult you need to leave resentments from your childhood behind. I was a little older than Mirai and you are now and as such I think what she is doing at her age is very brave.”

Brave. The words hung heavily in the air. When he was talking about Tsuki’s resentments he didn’t only mean her birth parents, she knew that. Ever since her academy days Tsuki had struggled with her identity as a Hatake-clan member, tried to push her feelings of being a second-class child away and though her time in ANBU, her missions in other countries, her subsequent distance to her family, had given her a little peace, it was still something that clouded her mind when she couldn't stop herself.

A while they just sat there in silence, then her father touched her shoulder softly. “Well, that is up to you in the end, Tsuki. You are old enough to make decisions for your own life.” He pushed himself up and his joints cracked. “Oh”, he let out, “I guess I am old. Time to return to my mid-life- crisis vacation.” He smiled at his daughter and Tsuki felt ashamed that she had called it that way.

He waved a little and then left with a “Goodnight” and pulled the door closed. Tsuki sat in the silence and the dark that was only illuminated through moonbeams from the outside. She thought of how she had seen Mirai practice with her fathers chakra blade and how she had failed. And how she, Tsuki, herself had spent an entire summer learning the ways to use Hatake Sakumo’s tantou effectively enough to defend herself. That legendary tantou, that was right now laying on the sideboard waiting to be used again. The sword her father had called “the proof” that she was part of his clan. Adopted or not.

When Mirai came into the room, Tsuki pretended to be asleep already, but she noticed that Mirai hadn’t come alone. There was a tiny voice there of a girl, whispering into the dark about a dead mother. Great, Tsuki thought. Another one of those.

***

The girl turned out to be much less annoying than Tsuki had originally suspected. She introduced herself properly as Tatsumi in the morning, bow deep and everything, even if Tsuki did not miss the eyes moving from her to Kakashi when the last name was mentioned. The girl mostly hung around Mirai and paid Tsuki not much mind, which was appreciated by her in return. It was already exhausting enough to have ot listen to her father and Gai make stupid bets and at the same time scan the area for potential threats- of which there were none.

The day moved on quietly, with the occasional hiccup connected to whatever ryokan they were staying at. By now even Tsuki was unnerved by all the “coincidental” accidents happening no matter where they went. She was angry with herself that she hadn’t asked her father about it when they had been alone a few nights earlier. Of course she could have pulled him to the side, but he seemed to enjoy himself a lot and there was nothing she’d ever do to ruin that, even if he was embarrassing.

The ghost talk had really resonated with Mirai, who spent all day talking to Tatsum about her father. It wasn’t so much that MIrai now suddenly believed in ghosts, but the idea of them seemed to be something she fancied. Tsuki thought of what her father had said about accepting a part of yourself to become a real adult and though she tried to be sympathetic, she could just not understand that way of thinking. Tsuki was happy with who she was and who raised her, no ghost could ever change that about her.

She was just relaxing after the stressful day of having to babysit her entire party when Mirai approached her, breath heavy as if she had run all the way over, eyes dark and serious. “Tatsumi says there is a hot spring around that lets you communicate with the dead '', she began without any further introduction. Tsuki, who had been halfway to the hot spring in their current location, blinked in confusion. “A what?” she asked and Mirai shrugged her shoulders.

“I don’t really believe such a thing exists,” the other girl explained. “But Tatsumi is adamant it is around.“ Maybe that was why that little girl had followed them thus far, because she had known they were heading to whatever hot spring that was.

Tsuki sighed: “Are you still hung up on your dead relative as if it matters?” She knew she was being unnecessarily dismissive and that if her father were around he would shush her, but Mirai pushed her buttons so she couldn’t help herself.

“I told you” Mirai’s voice was now louder and harder than it had been before, “that I don’t believe in it. Tatsumi is no shinobi, I don’t know where she is going to go and what might happen to her. I don’t think she is right, but I won’t abandon her.”

“It is probably just some hallucination. A drug. A genjutsu, something like that. The dead are dead Mirai, move on.” Tsuki felt the cold words on her tongue and knew they’d be like gasoline on Mirai’s growing anger. “I don’t care - I’m just doing my mission to protect the vulnerable.” Without saying another word she turned on her heel and marched away.

Tsuki watched her locks bounce away with every step, watched how MIra’s frame moved sight to side as she walked, how her hands were put into fists…. She kept her gaze on the walking woman until Mirai was no longer visible, only then could Tsuki pull her eyes away and now she also marched away.

“I told you you are a stupid iditot”, Tsuki mumbled.

***

The door to her room swung open without invitation. Gai had evidently pushed it with his good leg, the other balancing on the one that was currently not wearing his prosthetic. “Where did they go?” he asked in his loud, low voice. Tsuki had enjoyed laying in her quiet room on her futon, no Mirai and / or others being annoying. She put down the book she had only been half reading, a little too distracted in her thoughts to even concentrate enough, and looked up to find the dark eyes of her father: “Gone.” She said, “They said they’ll go look for an onsen that lets you meet the dead.”

Kakashi and Gai exchanged a look and Tsuki’s eyes darted open immediately. This was something that was not news to them, in fact, she could deduce that they absolutely knew what Tsuki was talking about. “A Hot spring where one can meet the dead, huh,” Kakashi said and Gai nodded: “That would explain many things.”

“What things?” Tsuki threw in but the adults both ignored her. “I mean,” Gai continued. “It could be some kind of trick that could be used to abduct girls. After all there are nations where women are needed for reproduction.” He mentioned it so casually that Tsuki felt the goosebumps on her arms.

“They might also just use them for a ritual or a need of their body, blood or consciousness for something”, her father now mused and his way of talking reminded Tsuki too much of the early Anbu missions she had run with Captain Sai.

“Dad!” she screamed finally, “Can you fill me in here please?” His eyes wandered back to hers and he put his head to the side. “I don’t know how much time we have, but I can tell you on the way.” Tsuki grabbed the tantou on the side of the bed and put it into the shaft on her back. The time to pretend to be innocent travellers was clearly over, so she was carrying it openly again.

Turned out she had been completely correct in her assessment that the entire mission had been a setup from her father and that yes, she had been especially chosen for her excellent ability to assess surroundings. From the very start he and Gai had been sent to the Land of Steam to investigate mysterious disappearances of girls and the circumstance behind them. When Tsuki asked why both Mirai and her had been left in the dark about this, her father had said that their mission had from the start been personal protection and so they were not lied to or deceived. That was a flimsy explanation, but there was no time to argue about it now.

They arrived at the cave and burst through the barrier of cultists that had been positioned in the entryway. Tsuki took her tantou oud and cut down some of them, while her father pressed forward. When she finally caught up with them Mirai was fighting on her own. Tsuki watched her fly and swirl through the air. She had never really seen MIrai fight, not more than her misguided training sessions with the chakra blades.

The opponent was apparently a follower of jashin, some crazy misguided religion with even weirder habits than the Uchiha gods that her brother Obito loved reading about so much. He had trapped girls under the earth in a cave to extract their blood and he had taken special interest in Mirai, who was now fighting tooth and nail against him. When Tsuki wanted to push past her father to support the other woman, he caught her hand and held her back.

“A follower of Jashin killed her father”, he explained as he pressed her wrist tightly. “This is her fight. We should only interfere if she really can’t do it anymore.” Tsuki didn’t like that. Mirai was too weak to fight on her own, too stuck in the past to accept her abilities now and anyway Tsuki had always been the stronger, more talented person of the two of them. Clearly she was more qualified to undertake this situation.

But she stayed away as her father instructed and watched instead. There was a squirmish, an exchange of blows back and forth and then, finally, the cultist pushed a spear through Mirai’s insides, forcing her to push over and fall flat on her face. Tsuki cried out before she could stop herself, pulled as hard as she could at the arm that was still in her fathers grip and yelled at him. “She needs my help, don’t you get it?” The grey eyes of her father softened at her spitting words, but he did not let her go. “She is more capable than you think”, he said calmly.

How could I ever be so calm about this? How could they all be so stupid? Clearly, she had thought it was her stupid destiny to fight this cult member and had taken on too much for her to handle. If Mirai had just listened to what Tsuki had said from the beginning, if she had just let the past be the past, none of them would be in this situation. Now she was bleeding out on the floor for what? For a father that she never knew? That never cared because he didn’t know? A father that had gotten himself killed and abandoned her before she could even be old enough to understand? How was that so important? Why couldn’t Mirai just live in the present?

Tsuki screamed, what exactly she did not know, but her father did not let her go. “Trust her”, he said and pressed his fingers together reassuringly. Tsuki could feel the pain and anger in her throat. Nightmare mission. The mission of hell. Weeks of torture leading up to this, the worst. Nothing compared to the pain of a comrade dying, especially if it was for a useless cause.

It only was a blink, at least later Tsuki would swear it had been nothing but a short blink, and Mirai was on her feet again, standing, both chakra blades in hand, ready to take out her opponent. Tsuki’s breath came heavy, she felt confused and overwhelmed. “Genjutsu”, she said and her father finally let go of her wrist. “A good one too, if it fooled you”, he laughed a little. “Well, she has that from her mother.”

Mirai used the chakra blades to defend herself as if she had never done anything else in her life, as if she’d been born to use them. Tsuki could hardly believe her eyes how much easier it looked in comparison to the training sessions Mirai had had just a few weeks earlier. The weapon and her seemed like one entity, swirling together like a dance, ready to finish a fight her father had started so many years ago. Gai whispered: “It’s almost like Asuma is here.” Tsuki frowned with a bitter taste in her mouth. She had never met Sarutobi Asuma, but she had to agree. This was exactly how she had imagined him.

She watched Mirai stand up tall, spine straightened out and strong, representing both her mother who had raised and trained her and given her her upbeat personality, and her father, who had not been there in person but whose love had coated and protected her all these years and given her conviction. Tsuki thought of herself. Of the colour of her skin adn the name she had been given,the only indicators of the life she had had before she became a hatake. How her father had called it mature to understand both sides of yourself to grow into an adult, how he as often has been completely correct with that assessment.

***

They patched things up quickly and the girls that had been brought underground were let go. There was a lot of support needed, they had all spent weeks without much food thinking they might be able to see their dead relatives again and could now not be condoled. Tsuki watched it all from afar, watched how MIrai treated them with a kind smile and a touch of her hand. There was no hint of arrogance in her demeanour, and though she had been correct in her assessment of the scam hot spring, she did not even mention it in front of Tatsumi. Tsuki pulled her mask forward and let it snap back in place as she watched.

Finally, Mirai turned over to her, striding over to stand next to Tsuki in the warm sun of the next morning. “I guess you were right after all”, Mirai said casually and Tsuki squirmed. “It was a trick.”

“Don’t - “ Tsuki looked over. They were almost the same height, now that they were standing next to each other, which Tsuki just a little smaller than Mirai. She had never looked clearly into the red eyes of the opposite, had never seen the light as clearly in thema s she could see them now. How curly her hair was at the back of her neck, how narrow her shoulders were too. “You didn’t believe in that crap from the beginning. So we both were right in that regard. I- I was just being an asshole for no reason.”

Mirai laughed a little and for some reason Tsuki had to take her eyes away from the other woman’s face. She fiddled with her mask again. “I saw what you did in there”, Tsuki mumbled. “That was very - brave of you, to stand against such a difficult opponent on your own.” She paused for a second. “I think your dad would have been proud.”

“I’m pretty sure he would have,” Mirai replied and ruffled her own hair with her right hand. “I finally got his chakra blades down. I can’t deny that I’m a little sad that I didn’t get to talk to him, though. There is just so much I would like to know.”

“There are always people around you who will help you answer those questions, your mom, my dad, Gai, Shikamaru-sensei.” Tsuki talked more to her feet now.

With a sigh she said: “I guess so” and then she patted Tsuki on the back with soft force. “I guess Gai- san and your father lied to both of us huh? I’m sorry for you, that must have been a nightmare mission to undertake.”

Tsuki looked up again. Mirai was smiling at her, the morning sun shining warm and new over her head which reflected in her black hair. There was a weird rumble in Tsuki’s stomach, something between hunger and sadness and she only managed to say: “It wasn’t all bad… I think.”

#fanfiction things #oc: hatake tsuki #oc: sayuri #au: ikigai #naruto oc ship week 2022 #narutoocshipweek2022 #they are lesbians he rold

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