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skykashi · 2 years
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Alright, headcanon's time XD We know that Kakashi likes to honor his precious ppl by adopting some of their habits, right?
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Now let's take a look at Pakkun's fur pattern and Kakashi's mask
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Kakashi has a strong bond with his Ninken especially Pakkun that he bluntly stated that he's his favorite Ninken, they were together since Kakashi was a child so what if little Kakashi decided to wear a mask imitating Pakkun's fur pattern too? 😁
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anannua · 7 months
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be easy around puppies (and babies)
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leilefen · 5 months
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the sixth hokage's favorite dog sitter
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chromaticdrip · 1 year
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i had some empty photo frames with stock pictures of puppies and decided 'hey wouldn't it be great to replace them with Kakashi's ninken'.

so i did.
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lemony-snickers · 9 months
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hey lemony!! woke up thinking about sick!kakashi. i partially think he would be the type to ignore sickness until it cannot be ignored, and i think when he gets sick, before he gets into a relationship, he would be very good and quick about getting himself better just so he could be sent on missions quicker or whatever. however, after he gets into a relationship, i think he would be the whiny, needy type that drags out his sickness/symptoms just so he could soak up all the care and affection he could get from his partner :)
sorry lemony! one more thing to add to sick kakashi anon is that his dogs would know if he was faking it because they could smell the sickness, and by day 4, pakkun would probably say “you don’t smell sick anymore” while the partner is out of the room and kakashi would just glare at him
hey, anon. i think this is very cute & you are absolutely right.
Kakashi glares at Pakkun as the dog huffs again, already wrinkled brow furrowing. "It's unfair to keep expecting them to wait on you hand and foot."
He sighed, letting his head fall back against the pillow--which you had perfectly placed and fluffed and put a new case on while he bathed that morning. "I know, I know. Just a little longer, okay?"
The pug growled lowly, but said nothing else.
And Kakashi did, in fact, know Pakkun was right. That allowing you to continue caring for him--pampering him, even--was perhaps a little selfish.
There was a time Kakash would never in a thousand years have considered feigning illness. In fact, when he was younger, he was much more likely to feign not being sick even as a fever raged within him, turning his skin pink and sticky, cool to the touch, as ever muscle in his body screamed for respite.
"I'm fine," he would grumble to Tenzo or Yugao, swatting away their hands when they tried to feel his forehead or neck to confirm their suspicions.
But that was a long time ago. That was before he met you.
He never swatted your hands away. Rather, he yearned for your touch the moment it ceased, sometimes whining faintly so you would brush your fingers through his hair, over his cheek soothingly.
Kakashi did not think he had ever craved anything as much as your touch. Not his favorite foods or books. Not even the bleak release of death during his darkest moments.
When you were near him, the awful thoughts quieted, the weight of the world--of his loved ones' sacrifices--lifted just a fraction. He felt like he could breathe easier as long as the two of you shared the same air.
The first time he'd fallen ill, there had been no pretense. He'd simply returned from a mission in rain-soked Amegakure with wet feet and an awful, racking cough. He hadn't even thought to tell you, to take himself off the active duty roster to recuperate.
But then you'd showed up at his door, expression immediately concerned as you reached out to press your wrist against his forehead, frowning when you felt the heat radiating from his skin.
"Are you sick?" you'd asked. He'd shrugged even as his teeth chattered. And then, to Kakashi's utter surprise, you'd dedicated yourself wholly to taking care of him. You made him miso soup, wrapped him in warm, fuzzy blankets you brought from your own house (Kakashi had no such thing in his apartment). You put soothing balm under his nose, made him tea steeped with echinacea. You stopped at the Hokage Tower to let the chunin at the mission desk know he needed to be put on sick leave.
It had all felt so natural, even as it was also foreign. Kakashi could not remember someone ever taking care of him in such a way, though he was sure there had been a time when Sakumo had done so--gingerly placing a warm cloth on his son's forehead between misssions. Kakashi wondered if his mother had ever done the same, when he was far too small to remember.
And it had felt good to be cared for. Fretted over. The warmth of his fever was nothing compared to that which bloomed in his chest as you bustled around his apartment, tidying up because he "needed to rest." You were so naturally good at taking care of others--taking care of him. It made him all the more grateful to have found you.
So the next time he was sick, he didn't think anyone could blame him for milking it just a little. Forcing his coughs to sound a bit raspier, looking up at you with pleading, pathetic eyes when he told you he was cold and could you come here and warm him up.
Now, though, Pakkun had clearly caught on to his game. Kakashi was grateful his summons had at least waited until you left the room to thoroughly sniff his cheek and then gruffly accuse him, "You're not sick anymore, what are you doing?"
What was he doing? Surely you had more important things to attend to than warming a bowl of soup for him and sitting beside him on the bed as he feebly ate.
But wasn't he allowed to be just a little selfish? All those years pushing through the pain of injury and illness... didn't he deserve a little extra care now that he'd found the person who made him feel worthy of it?
You returned to the room with a steaming bowl in one hand and a glass of water in the other. Kakashi recognized the telltale fizz of one of the electrolyte tabs you sometimes dropped in "to make sure you're well-hydrated."
They turned his urine a strange shade of pale orange, but Kakashi didn't have the heart to tell you they were probably just overpriced B-vitamins.
"He isn't sick anymore."
Betrayal, white hot and instantaneous, lanced through him. Kakashi's head whipped toward Pakkun who scratched at one ear with his hind paw, utterly unconcerned.
Kakashi expected you to frown, to chastize him for taking advantage of your goodness.
Instead, you chuckled, which grabbed both his and Pakkun's attention.
When he met your gaze, your smile was full of love Kakashi thought his fever might have returned full force with how warm he suddenly felt, basking in it.
"You think I don't know that?" you asked, and Kakashi felt his cheeks flare with new heat that had nothing to do with his cold. "I don't mind indulging him a little."
You crossed the room and set his lunch on the bedside table, perching on the edge of the bed as you leaned in to kiss his cheek. You combed your fingers through his hair, still smiling, as you added, "Besides, I know he'll make it up to me in other ways."
Pakkun grumbled something vaguely insulting as he hopped off the end of the bed and padded his way out of the room.
Kakashi didn't bother to ask him to repeat himself or chide him for his rudeness. Instead, knowing full well he was no longer sick and so he couldn't pass his illness to you, he pulled you into a sweet, lingering, grateful kiss.
You were right, he would certainly be making this up to you and more.
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sea-owl · 4 months
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I hc that at least half of Kakashi's ninken like Gai more than him. Kakashi is the spare human when Gai is around.
Kakashi can't even get mad because he likes Gai too.
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Dinner and Crafts
Pairing: KakaGai
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Note: Inspiration from @edai-crplpnk and @maitogaimybeloved and other's from the Kakagai server who spoil me with cute ideas <3 i also offer this to @kakagaievents for Kakagai Valentines week because i… did not write anything else 😭😭😭
The room was quiet when Kakashi entered. Not a sound reached his ears as he stepped past the front door into the living room. Not a single grunt echoed from the bedroom, signalling that Gai was in the midst of an intense workout that Kakashi could only hope wasn’t going to result in an uncomfortable sleep because his husband forgot once again to be mindful of his damaged leg.
There was no laughter piercing through the air, guiding him to the kitchen where he would find his husband's elbows deep into his fifth baking project of the week.
Not even a light chatter of Gai muttering to himself about his next workout plan or whatever precious thoughts had sprung into his mind reached his ears.
There was nothing but silence, and every alert went off in Kakashi’s mind. Immediately he began searching for Gai’s chakra signature, though he felt no sense of relief when the warmth of Gai’s light chakra reached him. 
Gai's absence would have been more comforting in this scenario, since it would tell him that his husband had grown bored waiting around for him to finish with meetings and join him, and had instead gone outside to find something to entertain himself with. His presence mixed with unrelenting silence meant something completely different.
Something was wrong. That was the only explanation he could think of.
Maito Gai was not a man who could be quiet for long periods. In that regard, he was the complete opposite of Kakashi. 
“Gai?” nudging the door shut with his foot he waited to hear the soft ‘click’ of it closing before toeing his shoes off and nudging them off to the side. “You in here?”
“Rival!” Gai’s voice called from the bedroom, breaking the eery silence and filling the home with that beautiful warmth that made Kakashi so excited to return after a long day of being surrounded by other people. “In the bedroom! I would get up but-”
“Don’t worry about it,” dropping his keys onto the coffee table he made his way toward the bedroom. A bag of sushi hung off of his left arm, with a beautifully wrapped furoshiki full of Dango from the only Dango shop in Konoha that Gai would frequent. “I brought dinner and dessert, so I hope you’re hungry.”
Stopping in front of their bedroom door, Kakashi raised an eyebrow when he saw his husband sitting with his back against the end of their bed and his leg stretched out in front of him. He hunched over himself with his eyes focused intently on something in his hands. 
Immediately Kakashi noticed that his husband’s prosthetic wasn’t on, and when he glanced toward Gai’s side of the bed he saw it sitting in its charging station. There was a bit more dirt on the foot than there had been when he checked on it that morning, wanting to make sure it was charged properly so that Gai could use it if he wanted, but otherwise looked the same as when he had left for work. 
 Dragging his eye from the prosthetic he focused on the spot across from Gai where seven out of eight of his ninja hounds lay in various positions enjoying the feeling of the sun that filled the room from the bedroom window.
The eighth hound, Shiba, was sitting at Gai’s side watching what he was doing. 
“You got my nose wrong,” Shiba objected, earning a grunt from Gai. “It’s less pointed than that. A bit rounder.”
“Your nose?” everyone’s attention turned to Kakashi in that moment, and without wasting a second Pakkun picked himself up from his comfortable spot across Bull’s back and trotted up to his summoner. “What are you doing?”
“Working.” Gai beamed, his smile lighting up the room even more than the sun itself. “Tenten was visiting earlier and told me she saw another wheelchair user in the village with pins on the back of his chair. It gave me an idea and, well.” Lifting his hand he turned it toward Kakashi to show him what he was working on. “How does it look?”
Examining the work, Kakashi couldn’t help but chuckle. “Is this what you’ve been doing all day?” he asked, making his way toward Gai and kneeling in front of him to get a closer look. “Shiba’s right. The nose is a little pointy.”
“I told you!”
Glancing to the side, Kakashi’s smile grew even wider when he saw a small collection of pins sitting at Gai’s side. There were five in total, each representing one of his summons.
“Pin’s,” he chuckled. “Of the hounds? Why them?” Coming up to his side Pakkun prodded at the bag of food with his nose. 
“Well, they were here,” Gai answered, earning himself a sharp glare from every single hound in the room. “And I want Pin’s the second-best summons in the village of course! Why wouldn’t I?”
Pakkun sat back and tilted his head. “Second best?”
“Of course!” Puffing out his chest Gai returned Pakkun’s glare with one of his own, though it was more an expression of determination rather than genuine annoyance. “I love you all, but Ningame will always be the best summon.”
“The Tortoise of course,” Pakkun huffed. “Yet we’re the ones sitting here keeping you company.”
“Ningame would keep me company too!”
Ignoring the argument happening in front of him, Kakashi reached over Gai and picked up one of the empty pins sitting beside him. Besides that, he could see a pile of clay, which Gai seemed to be used to create rather accurate depictions of the hounds, and even some pre-made pins of Nunchuck’s, Kunai’s and other shinobi weapons. 
“So,” he glanced Gai’s way, a playful smile stretching across his lips and reaching into his eyes. “If Ningame is so important that means you’re going to make a pin of him as well, correct?”
“Well, I-”
“And the S.O.S Turtle,” turning the pin around in his hand he examined the clays. All of the colours Gai had gotten matched the hound's fur, the dark blue of their vests, and the colours of their accessories. There were, however, no greens or reds that perfectly matched Ningame’s body and shell. “Gai…”
“I’m going to!” His husband insisted, a panicked look greeting him when he glanced his way. “I just want to make the hounds first.”
“I’m sure that would go over well with Ningame,” closing his hand around the pin he lifted his arm to show Gai the bag of food he’d brought home with him. “I placed an order at our favourite place. How does a Sushi dinner sound?”
Gai’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “That sounds fantastic, Rival,” he agreed. “But,” glancing down at the pin laying in his hand, he chuckled. “Can I finish this one first? I don’t want to leave it half done.”
“Oh Gai,” standing up, Kakashi glanced around the room and zeroed in on the tiny table that sat on his side of the bed. Most of the time the table served as a place to place his book and a cup of tea on the rare occasion he decided to enjoy it in bed, but tonight it would be perfect for holding their food. “We can eat here,” he declared while making his way toward the table. Once he was right in front of it he leaned down, grabbed hold of either side, and lifted it off of the ground. 
“Eat here?” Gai watched as he carried the table to the end of the bed, waited for him to adjust himself so that his legs were folded under him,  and gently placed it between him and the hounds. “Since when do we eat in the bedroom?”
“Today’s a special day,” Kakashi dismissed his concerns with a simple shrug of his shoulders and stepped around the table. Kneeling, he began gathering all of the supplies Gai had set down beside himself and moved them onto the table. “We can eat and work on pins at the same time.”
“Special day?” Tilting his head, Gai frowned. “What do you mean by that, Rival?”
Stopping amid his work, Kakashi turned to look at Gai. “You’re not being serious right now, are you?” he asked, sighing when his husband continued to stare at him with a blank expression. “Ah, I see. Well, no loss really,” grabbing the last bit of supplies he placed it on the table and straightened himself up. “It’s not that important. I just thought you would remember is all.”
Gai’s brows furrowed. “I don’t understand.”
“Oh,” raising his right hand, Kakashi waved it. Dismissing Gai’s concerns with a simple gesture. “Don’t worry about it. We’re going to have a nice sushi dinner right here while we continue working on these pins of yours.”
“Kakashi…”
“Better tell him, boss,” Bull stood up and stretched his front paws out in front of him. “Otherwise none of us are going to get a second of peace for the rest of the night.”
Aware of just how correct Bull was, Kakashi sighed. “It’s Valentine's Day.”
Gai’s eyes widened. “V-Valantines Day?”
Nodding his head, Kakashi grabbed hold of the bag handles and pulled the bag off of his arm. Once it was free he set it down in the centre of the table and sat directly across from Gai. Not even two seconds after he’d claimed his seats all eight hounds got up from their respective seats and began crowding around him.
Bull took the spot directly to his left and wasted no time in laying his head down on his lap. An offering which Kakashi immediately understood and took advantage of by laying his left hand down on top of Bull’s head. 
Akino, Shiba and Bizuke each took a spot directly behind him, covering his back and claiming the warmth that radiated off of him. 
Guruko, Uhei and Urushi worked around each other until they each had a spot on his right. Urushi had his head on top of Uhei’s back, and Guruko rubbed his head against Kakashi’s right leg while he got comfortable.
Once the first seven hounds were comfortable, Pakkun took his opening and jumped up onto Kakashi’s right shoulder in one giant leap. It took him only a few seconds to get comfortable in his spot, and as soon as he was happy he leaned his head against Kakashi’s neck. 
“What a terrible time not to have access to a camera,” Gai joked as he held his hands out in front of himself and formed a heart with his fingers. Peering through the heart, he grinned. “Beautiful.”
“And only you get to see it,” reaching a hand into the bag, Kakashi pulled out the Furoshiki and placed it off to the left. Away from all of the supplies they would be using. “How lucky are you?”
Dropping his hands, Gai glanced at the Furoshiki with curious eyes. “The luckiest in all of Konoha,” he answered without hesitation. “And I’m not even exaggerating. All of the girls and boys in Konoha would swoon if they saw you like this. The great Sixth Hokage-”
Picking up one of the blank pins, Kakashi chucked it at his husband. “Don’t say things like that, and don’t call me that.”
Gai snatched the pin out of the air before it could strike him and stuck his tongue out in protest. “I will say what I want,” he continued once his tongue retracted back into his mouth. “And it’s true. Pretty much everyone in Konoha would swoon if they saw you surrounded by eight adorable hounds.”
“Bloodhounds,” Pakkun protested with a grunt.”
“Adorable bloodhounds.” Gai corrected himself.
“Well, that will never happen,” reaching back into the bag, Kakashi began pulling containers out one by one. First, the Maki, which he set down a bit closer to himself, and then the tempura which they’d been kind enough to separate from the rest of the food. They went directly in front of Gai, who wasted no time in opening the container and admiring its contents. 
Next was the sashimi, and then the Nigiri, and finally the Uramaki. 
A variety of all their favourites that Kakashi had made sure to order three days ago to ensure they would be able to make it. Valentine's Day was one of the busiest days of the year after all, and he didn’t want a repeat of his and Gai’s first valentines Day together when they’d tried to go out to dinner only to realize every place in Konoha was booked full of couples wanting to spend the day together.
Thankfully they’d been able to make the order to go back then, and that’s how Kakashi and Gai continued to get their Valentine's Day dinners. Romantic dinners were nicer when they weren’t overshadowed by large crowds of people. 
That’s how Kakashi felt, at least. There was no value in going out for dinner if he couldn’t even hear Gai’s boisterous laugh over the sounds of dozens of other people trying to enjoy their special night out. 
“You got all of the usuals?” Opening the tempura, Gai held out a hand. Far too familiar with his husband's gestures, Kakashi dug his hand into the bag once more and pulled out two sets of chopsticks, but instead of handing one over to Gai he waved it in front of his face playfully. An action that was immediately rewarded with a rather annoyed glare from his husband. “Kakashi, I can smell the Tempura and it’s making my stomach growl.”
“You could try asking politely,” he offered. “You know there are these things called ‘manners’. I think you tried to teach them to your student once, but Tenten skipped all the lessons.”
“She did,” Gai nodded in agreement. “But you hardly need manners when you have better depth perception than your husband.”
Seeing his husband reaching out for the chopsticks, Kakashi pulled them back further. “You’ll have to get into a handstand and walk over here for them if you keep it up,” he huffed. “Besides, what I lack in-depth perception I more than makeup in other skills.”
“Other skills, eh,” Gai wiggled his eyebrows and smirked. “Like what?”
“Well-” A paw came over his mouth, silencing him before he could even form the words he wanted to say. 
“None of us need to hear that,” Pakkun grumbled from his spot on his shoulder. “Just give him the chopsticks. The quicker you two eat the quicker he can get back to work on those pins.”
“Mmm, impatient much?”
“He’s just upset I said I was going to make his pin last.” Leaning over the table, Gai swiped the chopsticks out of Kakashi’s hands and set the extra set down in front of him before settling back into his spot. 
“Last?” Kakashi asked. “Why is Pakkun last?”
“Well, I thought you might want to join me after work,” Opening the chopsticks, he separated them and immediately claimed his first piece of Tempura from the container. “So I was trying to save Pakkun’s pin for you since he’s your favourite.”
“He’s not-”
“He is,” seven of his eight hounds interjected while Pakkun sat on his shoulder snicker.
Knowing he was outnumbered, Kakashi opted for eating instead of arguing and picked up his chopsticks. “I love you all,” he muttered under his breath, turning his head when Bull rubbed his nose against his leg. 
“We know you do, boss.” the bulldog assured him, earning himself a quick scratch behind the ear and a pat on the head before Kakashi turned his attention back to his food. 
“So,” picking up another piece of tempura, Gai shoved it into his mouth and chewed it with such ferocity that Kakashi began to wonder just how long he’d been sitting here working on pins. Once he swallowed his food he continued speaking. “How was work?” His question was answered with an exhausted groan. “Ah, that bad?”
“I knew being Hokage was hard,” opening the container full of Maki, Kakashi claimed a piece of salmon maki and reached up with his free hand to tug his mask down so he could eat freely. “But no one told me that I would have to sit in so many meetings with the elders. It’s no wonder Tsunade-sama wanted out of the job.”
“Is training Naruto going any better?” Gai probed, his hand moving to the container Kakashi had just opened and claiming and piece of cucumber maki. “How long do you think it will be until he is ready to take the position from you?”
“Well,” thinking back to the work he’d done on teaching Naruto the importance of staying awake to complete his paperwork, he cringed. “I think we’re a few years away still, but I know for sure he’ll be able to handle the elders.”
Though, if he was being honest with himself he hoped Naruto wouldn’t have to handle the two cranky old elders who seemed to have made it their life’s mission to complain about everything he did. 
If he was really lucky, the two of them would stop being a thorn in his side sooner rather than later.
“Ah, anyways,” waving away all thoughts of his work day, he focused his stormy black eye on his husband and smiled. “Let’s talk about something more fun, like these pins,” he pointed to the blank pins and the clay sitting at the edge of the table. “You said you wanted to do Pakkun last, right?”
“Well, I actually thought-”
“In that case, I think I’ll step out after dinner,” he continued, ignoring the glare his husband gave him for cutting him off. “I’ll need green and red clay to work on my project.”
Gai stated at him, confusion settling into his eyes as he processed Kakashi's words. “Green and red?” he asked, even more confused when Kakashi nodded. “But the hounds don’t wear anything green and red.”
“Oh, it’s not for the hounds,” he smiled while reaching up to pet Pakkun’s head with the hand that wasn’t holding his chopsticks. “You’re making the hounds pins, I’m making pins for Ningame and the S.O.S Turtle.”
Gai’s jaw dropped. “You-”
“Well, someone has to,” he continued. “If you summon Ningame while you’re in your wheelchair and he sees pins of all my hounds, but none of him he’ll…well,” there were a few reactions he could think of. Anger, resentment, annoyance, jealousy. None of them were good, and all of them would result in Gai receiving a very long lecture about loyalty from his tortoise before Ningame disappeared to go and sulk back in his domain. “Besides,” he picked up another piece of Maki, this time opting for some cucumber maki. A cautionary choice, since his husband had a bad habit of eating it all on him when given the opportunity. “The hounds will get annoyed with me. I don’t take constructive criticism as well as you do.”
“Or at all,” Akino yapped behind him. 
“You would just ignore us,” Bull grunted. “That’s why we like him more.”
Placing a hand over his chest, Kakashi gasped dramatically. “Like him?” he pointed at his husband with his free hand. “More than me? Why I- well…” Tilting his head, he started into Gai’s eyes. “Actually, I can see that. He is cooler than me.”
And just like that, nine voices echoed in protest. Each one of them offered their reasons for why he was, in fact, the cooler of the two, but Kakashi didn’t listen to any of them. 
He simply enjoyed the sound of nine of his favourite voices bombarding him with love and continued to eat his sushi.
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aldynafox · 2 years
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DOGOOOO !!!
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ikemenomegas · 1 year
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Kakashi, Young
Kakashi is quietly panicking on many levels, springing over rooftops, scanning them and the ground below.
Konoha was a big village.
Pakkun was a very, very, small dog.
He'd known that going into the exercise, but Pakkun insisted. An unwilling part of him grudgingly admitted that he was probably owed some of the stubbornness.
It was still a stupid decision to let a seven pound pug try and run on the rooftops.
"It's not like you could have known," Rin pointed out, as though she had read his mind.
She loved the puppies and while he had initially been resistant to it, he was glad to have her around now.
"Bisuke was about the same size when he started training with you, and Pakkun is already faster. I'm sure he's fine."
"If he was fine, he would have already found us," Kakashi replied.
Rin fell silent.
He felt a little bad, but Pakkun had never failed a tracking exercise before. The only thing he could figure was that adding a restriction to rooftop travel alone had resulted in some kind of incident.
"We should split up --"
"No," Rin interrupted. "What if he's still looking for us? Splitting the scents won't help."
She was right, and he sighed.
-- Across the village --
"Are you sure it's this way?"
You'd always suspected part of the reasons the village shinobi stayed on the roofs wasn't just to keep out of the way of civilians.
Confined to the ground yourself and with a little passenger in tow, it was very clear that the two of you were getting lost.
"I'm sure," growled the little pug. "Put me down. I'll find the boss on my own."
You looked skeptically at the bandage you'd wrapped around his back leg and then quickly away when he twisted his ears back.
You looked up into the sky, maybe this "boss" would find you two before you found them. In the mean time, the pug was cute. So cute. Too cute. Especially when he wrinkled his wrinkly little nose and growled at you like that.
"No way," you say, turning in the direction the little pug is still facing. "That leg needs to be treated. Are you sure you don't want me to take you too the hospital instead? Or maybe the Inuzuka compound?"
The puppy's little whine almost breaks your heart. You really wish that you could get up on the roofs too, but walking around with your crutches hoisted over your shoulder so you can carry him is really about all you can do right now.
"Left," he says sulkily, as you trail down yet another narrow street.
"At least put me over your shoulder," he grumbles finally, when your right leg shakes again, protesting the weight placed on it too early.
You pause, admittedly tired, but putting the dog on your shoulder seems a bit unstable.
You put him gently down on top of a barrel and shrug out of your jacket. It's a bit of maneuvering to make it into a serviceable sling but you do actually try to pay attention in the academy's survival classes so it doesn't take that long.
The dog seems much more comfortable in it while you click down the street at a slightly more even keel.
"By the way, what's your name?"
The dog is silent for so long you look down at him. He's swinging his head to-and-fro to catch whatever scent he has you tracking.
"What's yours?" he asks, gruff.
When you give it, he tells you to turn left again.
"I'm Pakkun," he says finally.
"It's nice to meet you, Pakkun."
He just humphs and tells you to turn right.
"Are you sure you're ok--"
The dog, Pakkun you remind yourself, glares at you.
"-kay with the sling?" you quickly tried to cover.
Pakkun grumbled and then told you to pause. "It's fine," he said. "You're in the academy, right? We need to go west."
You dared to stick a hand in the sling to pat Pakkun's back. "That's probably easier than trying to navigate the alleys. Just let me know if you loose the trail."
Pakkun tensed under your hand so you withdrew. Ninken weren't like normal dogs and this dog wasn't like a normal ninken.
"Maybe if we get to a more open area your boss will be able to see us better?"
"Just keep walking," he muttered so you did, making your slow way west. It took you a moment to figure out that the little thump at the edge of your ribs was probably what you'd feel getting hit by a little wagging tail.
Pakkun was right. It was easier to simply head in the right direction without having to decide which exact path was right.
It also so happened that you could head west and south a bit and end up passing the hospital, which is probably where you would look if you ever lost a teeny tiny ninken after he'd tumbled off a roof.
A cold nose touched the tip of your finger as you neared the end of a wood area.
"Wait."
The rest of Pakkun's adorable head followed, his soft puppy fur brushing your wrist.
Kidnapping, erm dognapping, wasn't exactly a crime in the ninja world as long as you didn't get caught and the dog was willing, right? If you told Pakkun how adorable he was maybe he'd let you dognap him just once a month... you and your teammate stole things from one another all the time. It was good training in tracking.
Light as air, a boy with grey hair and a mask landed in front of you, hands in his pockets.
Your eyes widened in surprise and you leaned back a bit on your crutches, stabilizing Pakkun with a hand on his very soft chest when he nearly leaned out of the sling.
The boy glanced at you with a dark, unreadable eyes before looking back down at the dog.
"Hey boss," the pug said, half sheepish, half grumble, but you could feel his curly little tail again.
A second later, a girl with short brown hair landed behind the boy.
"Pakkun!" she exclaimed, "what a relief."
He grunted. "This," he looked up at you, half lidded eyes still skeptical as he said your name, "found me."
This?
The girl came forward, which seemed weird since the dog clearly belonged with the boy, but she was also more patient as you rearranged the crutches and lifted the sling over your head.
"I found him limping, so I bound the leg, but I think he needs a healer."
Pakkun glared at you and you shrugged sheepishly. Just because ninja were trained to hide injuries in the field didn't mean you should hide them among allies.
"Pakkun! You should have gone directly here. What's with the trail we picked up behind the west side scrap iron shop?" The girl scolded, already unwrapping your jacket, her hands burning green.
You blinked in surprise, "You're a healer?"
"Mhm," she said, immediately distracted. You looked up at the boy to see him standing in a way that seemed a guarding position and then stepped back to look at the scene properly.
Both of them had their hitae-ate, so they'd probably seen battle already.
Pakkun had his leg extended as the girl moved her hand around it. Even though you wouldn't exactly be able to fight like you were used to with your leg the way it was, or really needed to in the village, you sharpened your awareness too, paying attention to what was going on around you instead of with her healing, even though you would have preferred to watch.
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the boy glance at you and one shoulder sag back into a more relaxed position.
"Okay," the girl stood up, wiping sweat from her brow. She picked Pakkun up with one arm and offered him to the boy, who finally took back the dog with what seemed an intentional lack of expression, and then gave back your jacket.
"Thank you for finding him," she said. "We were getting really worried."
The boy turned his body away in a way you were sure was meant to convey that he was both done with this conversation and had not been worried, but his fingers were already buried in Pakkun's short fur, checking over the girl's work.
"Ka-"
A boy with orange goggles and spiky black hair all but fell from the tree behind you.
You tumbled back, wincing from the noise, although the girl seemed unperturbed.
"Where were you," she immediately changed tack to launch into the familiar chiding tones of someone who had said this exact same thing before. "We already found Pakkun."
The new boy rubbed the back of his head, "I think I followed that weird trail through the alleyways. You know they took three lefts?"
You barely covered a cough of laughter but the ninken's sharp ears, and apparently the grey haired kid's too, picked it up enough for Pakkun to send you another twist-eared look. The boy, you thought, might be similarly embarrassed, although he stood so stiffly he was doing a decent job of hiding it.
The dark haired boy and the girl were standing shoulder to shoulder, the way old friends often did. She glanced once at the other boy and then seemed to somehow resign herself.
"Anyways, thank you," she said with a kind smile. "See you around sometime."
And then they were turning away, bantering back and forth in a familiar rhythm as they took to the trees and were gone.
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"I'm want to go through a few of the boxes today, is that okay?"
Kakashi clearly didn't want to leave your still-new home and you didn't want him to go, but he had some sort of clan meeting to go to. And Tsunade had been on your ass about making him.
Unfortunately, this was the kind of thing he couldn't be late for.
He sagged further into his flak jacket collar, which for someone so tall shouldn't make him appear cute but it did.
"It's fine," he murmured, looking around at the scattered boxes of stuff you'd dragged from his home when he'd made it clear that he wanted to start doing something about the mess of his clan's records. He really had let it pile up over the years. "Are you sure you don't mind?"
You grinned, showing just a little too much teeth, "I keep hoping to find some more pictures of you as a kid. I want to have evidence so you'll believe me when I say how adorable you are."
He looked down at the ground and sighed. "Well good luck. There weren't many of those to begin with."
Carefully, so he had time to pull away, you wrapped your arms around him. He didn't return the embrace but he did nuzzle against the scent gland under your jaw and seemed brighter when he straightened up.
"Well I'm off. Have... fun."
There was no intentionally audible sound of his stepping away so you figured he had probably used a shunshin. He had been understandably territorial after the move, taking circuitous routes to get here and back and concealing himself more than usual until the new space had finally started to smell of the two of you again.
You moved toward a promising looking box, Guruko padding through the maze behind you.
It wasn't Kakashi's fault really. A lot of the village's smaller clan records had been made into an absolute chaos when the Kyubi had attacked and fairly interval attempts on the village infrastructure hadn't really slowed down from there. The fact that Kakashi had mostly kept things from his old house packed away in boxes had likely been what kept it from being literally tangled into a hopeless mess.
The box you chose had worn edges, more than some of the others, and you sat down cross legged to slowly sort through the documents.
In a corner, about halfway down, was another smaller box. It was also half-squashed given that it wasn't all the way full, but all that padding had kept the treasure inside near pristine.
You purred to the empty room with delight when your mate's face, younger than even in his genin photo, appeared at the top of the stack.
There were a lot of shinobi in the village and there was a lot of your mate that you would never know because for a long time you hadn't known him. In that way you envied Asuma and Kurenai. Theirs was the kind of romance you'd dreamed of as a kid. They knew everything about one another because they'd lived so much of it.
Kakashi told you things, if you asked, but he was used to keeping his silence, pushing the past as far into the dark as possible, and you didn't often know what to ask about. He preferred to talk about you, but you adored him and wanted to reciprocate that interest.
It made you proud how far he'd come since you first started sharing glances across the room, back when you were the new person being pulled into the orbit of people Kakashi associated with over dango and stories of stupid choices made during promotion tests.
At least one of the photos was obviously an academy school photo, plane background and your mate in an incredibly nerdy little scarf.
A lot of the other photos were later, and equally cutely, of the pack as puppies.
Some of them had clearly been captured by an inexpert hand, the picture blurred with laughter as Kakashi tried not to trip on a very excited young Shiba, and a cute girl, Rin you knew, carefully wrapping Uhei's paw while Pakkun watched.
You frowned at the photo, something tickling the back of your memories.
A few more pictures gave you that same feeling, including a picture of Kakashi and Pakkun alone, looking comically similar with their half-lidded expressions and awkward postures, clearly being forced to try and pose.
You knew Pakkun now of course and it was obviously him, but something about that picture seemed awfully familiar.
Guruko wagged his tail when he asked you to find one of him and you couldn't refuse so together you dug through the box. There were even the dogs' first collars in a sturdier wooden box under a few old papers that looked like academy assignments.
You were still in it, Guruko rolling around and telling you stories about training as pups, when Kakashi came back home.
Kakashi smiled fondly when both you and Guruko immediately rolled upright and went to him.
"Look what I found," you tugged his sleeve in excitement and pulled him to the couch and coffee table where you had carefully place the pictures. "I'm so glad these survived. Look at how little the ninken were. Look at you," you pointed to another slightly shaky picture that showed Bull and Uhei "playing" a game of tug of war where Bull had to do very little to win while Kakashi was clearly laughing in the background.
You didn't miss the slightly sad scent that began to cling to your mate or the way his fingers shook when you handed him the photo.
You leaned shoulder to shoulder and went quiet while he sifted through the pictures. Stored in the box as they had been, they didn't look nearly as old as they clearly were.
"Obito took these," he finally said, softly.
You should have guessed you suppose. There were far fewer pictures with the dark haired boy in it, and of those most were selfie like and cut off part of the person he was with or his own brightly smiling face.
They were youthful photos of a much different time.
You pressed a kiss to the back of your mate's hand and tried to hold onto some of the weight that settled all too easily on his shoulders.
You pressed gently on the scent gland at his wrist when he'd hit the vague edge of the limit you'd sort of agreed on for guilty pining, in the event you found some new memory of his he'd never shared before. You let a whine build in your chest, just enough to let him know you were getting worried, and he slumped over on you, pressing you into the couch with his whole weight.
It was a funny little thing he did that you weren't sure if he had learned from Bull or Bull from him. Usually it meant he was redirecting his stress into literally using his body to protect yours.
For now, you allowed it. You didn't like the implication of value there, but you also knew it soothed your mate in an important way. And he did let you gently tug him so he was more just laying on top of you and he could feel the rumbling purr you were making.
You rubbed circles into his back while he opened his one sharingan and perused the photos again.
When he got to the one that had stopped you before, you finally spoke, keeping your words to a low murmur.
"There's something weirdly familiar about that one, like I've seen it before."
You allowed yourself a little snicker when Kakashi held it up and that expression, which he still made but in a slightly less petulant way that still mirrored Pakkun's more committed sulks, came back into full view.
Your mate's mask had slipped as he sometimes rubbed his face against the juncture of your neck and shoulder and you could feel the tired quirk of his smile against your skin, the way he huffed a faint laugh.
He even gifted you with a little purr when you tugged your fingers through his thick, soft hair.
"He does still make that face."
You snorted and felt like the sun had lit up your chest when Kakashi chuckled.
Kakashi would have happily fallen into a doze like this, but neither of you were in the particular habit of napping, unfortunately. There were dogs to feed and yourself to feed, clothing to unpack, bedding to air out.
He swiped the photos off the table and back into their box, to be stowed away for now, but a few days later he gifted you the one of him and Pakkun in a new protective frame.
The others ninken of course saw it and slowly, gently, demanded that Kakashi find some of them too, claiming that the captain couldn't be the only one with a photo around the house.
Pakkun gave you a weird look when he caught sight of your staring at the photo one day, grinning to yourself and pushing away again that feeling like you were missing some detail in looking at it.
It hit you a week or so later when you were alone again, trying not to fret about your mate being out on what should be a relatively safe information retrieval mission. Others were busy and he'd wanted to go out for a while, so he'd gone and left Pakkun with you.
This reassured you he didn't think the mission would be that tough, but it also had the downside of having the little pug's judgemental little face watching you find things to do to distract yourself after your own work was already done for the day.
"What?" you finally asked him, after trying and failing to read a book. "You've been staring at me for days. Is there something I should know?"
"Do you really not remember?" Pakkun asked, skeptical and gruff.
You frowned and looked where he did, at the shelf where the photo was leaning.
"I--"
"I never forget a scent," Pakkun said somewhat haughtily.
You had all but memorized the picture yourself by now. Pakkun's wrinkled baby face. "No way."
One of his adorable little eyebrows raised.
You looked back at the photo.
"It was his decision start courting you-"
You amusedly decided not to bring up the reality which was less like courting and more like the local tomcat adopting you via a series of birds brought to your door.
"-so we didn't say anything, but I told them all you remembered."
"I've met you before!"
Pakkun's adorable little tail was starting to wag.
"But I don't remember where."
He slumped into a sulk.
"Sorry," you said, patting his head in apology and going into the kitchen to get him some ham.
"Hmph." He followed you anyways, toenails clicking on the wooden floor.
"It was a long time ago though. Maybe it'll come back to me."
He leapt onto the counter and grumbled some kind of vague agreement, taking the meat delicately from your fingers.
You leaned against the counter while he ate, looking around the apartment. Kakashi's discomfort was shared. Your mate could be away for days or weeks at a time when things were busy or something bad came to the mission desk.
Having a space you owned, that wouldn't be subject to change every few years, somewhere for him to come back to, had seemed like the right call.
It was the right call, you reminded yourself firmly. Both of you needed some kind of stability, if only to help Kakashi start to unravel years and years of avoiding a majority of physical and emotional attachments.
But the time it was taking to really make the apartment feel like home could be frustrating. You missed having Kakashi's scent just being around as a consequence of his frequent presence.
"Don't worry too much," Pakkun said, gnawing on the little bone in the center of the ham. "The Boss will be back before you know it."
Boss. Hmm.
You shook your head, "I suppose finally putting together some of the cabinets will make it easier to put things away. Want to learn how to use a hammer?"
Pakkun licked his lips and looked up at you. His steps were so light you almost couldn't feel them when he sprang up to drape on your shoulder.
"You know dogs don't have thumbs right?"
"That hasn't stopped you before."
Pakkun just huffed ham-scented breath into your face as you went into the bedroom.
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kalira · 7 months
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Precious Moments
Written for @kakashiweek Day 3: Camera!
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T; 1k Kakashi/Sakura, OC child
Sukea - or at least the skills Kakashi gained to play that deception - still get called upon from time to time . . . even in his domestic life? (Sakura wants baby pictures; get on it, Kakashi.)
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naruto--headcanons · 6 months
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some Kakashi ninken headcanons? sure :)
-Bisuke is sassy. he will abuse you so bad. yeah he means it all affectionately, but like. he doesn't show it.
-Pakkun too. he's just more blunt and straightforward.
-Bull is very used to being summoned on Kakashi's solo missions when he's either too exhausted/injured to go on, or is about to pass out.
-theyre all aware Kakashi is accident prone and bully the hell out of him for it, but Pakkun clearly does it the most.
-Uhei's the fastest and is often summoned to take messages somewhere or get help.
-Guruko acts motherly. if Kakashi's being bratty or is walking on a wound he shouldn't be, he'll constantly mother him, telling him to summon (Pakkun to humble him) or Bull, or Uhei, or to take a break. (he's too good at his job, and Kakashi hates it.)
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skykashi · 2 years
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Still thinking about this scene where all the Ninken are fiercely biting part of Zabuza's body with a death grip while Pakkun is just dangling from Zabuza's headband 😂❤️
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He's trying his best XD
Kakashi's inner thought: Pakkun is so adorable, no wonder he's my favorite 🥹❤️
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ankouartheadcannons · 3 months
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AGE REGRESSION HEADCANNONS
Caregiver!Kakashi (and some little!Kakashi)
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. Kakashi is a switch(more often a caregiver than a little)
. He's very sweet with littles and very caring with them
. He has a surprising amount of kids books in his apartment
. His ninken are all too happy to play with and cuddle with any littles Kakashi is watching if the littles want to
. If a little requests too Kakashi will happily give cuddles
. Uncle Gai. Need i say more
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. When he is little Kakashi usually regresses anywhere from ages 2 too 5 and sometimes infant age range
. Little Kakashi is extremely clingy and is a cuddler
. Sadly nightmares are a common occurrence for him
. Iruka is his Caregiver , but when Iruka is busy Gai will babysit
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cyb-by-lang · 1 year
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The three things I always remember when I want to go back and read CYB is the seen where Kakashi is showing how he can spell his name with shuriken, they first in up with the summons a d Kei is telling everyone that she sees the future, and when I think it was Bisuke calls Kei kei-chan
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narutoversevacation · 4 months
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Pre-Event Interview Series
Codename: Bighorn Sheep
Out of the entire Naruto-verse cast, who would you love to have along as your travel buddy?
Pakkun. Nothing beats a talking dog as a travelling companion.
Join us as we travel 8 days around the Naruto-verse 26 Dec 23 to 2 Jan 24!
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lemony-snickers · 7 months
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Number 2 please 🥰
2. enemy to friend. also for @wind-becomes-lightning who said, "2 is my lucky numberrrr." i think it is pretty lucky for you, nisi, haha. i hope you both enjoy!
"Well, this is unexpected."
A low growl emenanted from Pakkun where he stood at Kakashi's ankle, his entire small body vibrating with irritation, a protective aura radiating as strongly from him as killing intent from any jonin.
"It's okay," Kakashi assured him, despite the blood seeping through the sleeve of his uniform, staining it brown, "I'm sure Bull and I will get along in no time."
Truthfully, even as the oversized ninken finally released Kakashi's forearm from the unyielding vice of his jaw--only to turn and plop himself down with his back facing the man he'd nearly torn apart--Kakashi was not certain they would get along in any amount of time at all.
Bull was the most recent ninken to join his squad. And though Kakashi had trained plenty of new additions since he first signed his contract with Pakkun as a child, he had enver encountered a ninja hound so resolutely uninterested in his companionship.
"Sorry, Boss," Pakkun said lowly, leaning up with his front paws balanced on Kakashi's leg so he could lick crimson droplets from his fingers. "I don't know what's gotten into him, he's normally very docile."
Docile was the word Kakashi would have used for the large dog, too, before he'd sunk his teeth so uncermoniously into his forearm.
Kakashi feigned a smile. "I'm sure Bull is just having a bad day."
The dog in question huffed loudly and Kakashi quickly made his excuses and dismissed his pack.
As he disinfected the bite wound on his arm after, he replayed the entire interaction with Bull in slow motion. (It seemed the sharingan was occasionally a blessing because he could recall each moment in vivid detail, without concern he was miremembering.)
The morning had begun like most of his training sessions with his pack except that Bull had appeared beside the rest of Kakashi's ninken. Pakkun introduced the dog, who stared at Kakashi with baleful, bloodshot eyes but made no indication as to whether he was listening.
Unperturbed, Kakashi began running the usual drills he did with his ninken--reconnaissance training, tactical simulations, as well as a sparring match where they all attempted to attack him and Kakashi defended with rubber kunai and shuriken.
Through it all, Bull had sat--stoic and apparently quite disinterested in the entire affair.
This was not unheard of, however. While most ninken were enthusiastic partipants from the moment of their first summoning, others including Akino and Shiba had been content to remain on the sidelines for the first few sessions to get a feel for the pack dynamics and Kakashi's process before they eventually joined.
So Kakashi had not scolded Bull, nor had he made any attempt to get him to join in.
Which was why it had been such a shock when, as Kakashi defended a rather ingenious attack from Bisuke, he'd felt the sharp sting of teeth as they pierced his skin.
The rest of the pack had whined to a halt, tails between legs and whimpering. All except Pakkun, who quickly took a protective stance on Kakashi's flank as if trying to protect him from an enemy nin.
Kakashi had wanted to shout. No matter how seasoned a shinobi he was, the attack still hurt. But he'd remained calm and patient to the best of his ability, kept himself smiling, his voice light. Willed his heart not to slam too fast against his sternum for fear of upsetting the rest of his ninken.
"Hopefully next time will be better," he mused, binding the still oozing wound tightly with gauze.
But by the time the scars from Bull's first bite had long since healed, the dog still appeared utterly disintersted in engaging with his summoner. Though he had never bitten Kakashi again--Pakkun alluded that he had given the much larger ninken a stern reprimand after their dismissal that first day--he also paid no mind whatsoever to their group training sessions.
Kakashi, desperate to repair whatever invisible rift had somehow severed the pack's continuity, even stooped so low as to make homemade dog treats for them which everyone except Bull enjoyed with ravenous delight.
Eventually, Kakashi resigned himself to the fact that his pack was incomplete and would remain so. He never intentionally summoned Bull, but the giant dog came as part of a set, apparently, and so Kakashi opted to ignore his presence entirely and focus on the rest of his loyal summons instead. If Bull wanted to take a nap in the grass at the edges of the training field, Kakashi wouldn't stop him.
He also wasn't going to put in the effort to ingratiate himself to a ninken who had no interest in ear scratches, treats, or, most importantly, training for battle.
It was a few months after Bull reluctantly (or so Kakashi assumed) joined the squad that they were summoned into a true battle.
It was chaos from the moment Kakashi pressed his blood-soaked palm to the ground--bodies of Konoha and Kiri shinobi alike littered the ground. A heavy artificial mist blanketed the area making it impossible to see anything.
Kakashi heard his hounds as they attacked enemies in his blindspot, grateful for their companionship.
Then, a sound unlike the appreciated growls or gnashing teeth reached his ears--the sound of one of his ninken being injured.
As soon as the high-pitched whine reached his ears, Kakashi moved without thinking--darting swiftly through the mist to find Guruku limping, a wound on his side painting his blue vest the color of rust.
The Kiri nin above him raised a sickle and brought it down with what would have been the swiftness of a killing blow had Kakashi not stepped between them, his last kunai raised to fend off the attack.
The enemy sneered from behind a porcelain mask. "The Copy Cat dying for a dog," they said, "how poetic."
Kakashi rolled his eyes behind his ANBU mask as they chuckled to themselves, "Or should I say pathetic?"
They had the upperhand, though, and soon Kakashi's final weapon was deflected, skittering through the mist and beyond his reach. He scooped up Guruku, bowing over his injured body as the sickle swung down.
Kakashi took a deep breath, preparing for the paint as it sliced through the flak vest and into the flesh of his back.
But the blow never came. Instead, the Mist shinobi screamed, the shrill noise piercing through the fog before it faded to a gurgle and then nothing.
Kakashi turned, still crouched and holding Guruku against his chest, to find Bull sitting, that same baleful, stoic look on his face and the Kiri nin dead at his feet.
Kakashi deposited Guruku with his larger pack mate, patted Bull on the head, and whispered, "Good boy," before taking off to continue the fight.
Guruku recovered well, living like a king in Kakashi's small apartment as his summoner fed him chicken and rice and changed his bandages daily. Hana Inuzuka checked in on him regularly and often laughed over his spoiled nature.
The next time Kakashi summoned his ninken, most of them rushed forward to paw and lick and wrestle with their newly healed teammate.
"Okay, okay," Kakashi said, trying to quell his delight at seeing the pack reuninted, "settle down."
They didn't, but Kakashi didn't bother reprimanding them again.
Instead, he walked over to the only member of the group no currently attempting to reinjure Guruku, and sat beside him.
"Good to see you, Bull."
The dog huffed, but did not look at Kakashi. His gaze remained pointedly fixed on the antics of his packmates.
It warmed Kakashi through to know he might now be considered part of that pack in the eyes of the giant dog.
He reached out and placed one hand on the top of Bull's head, petting him slowly before letting his fingers trail behind his ears to scratch.
When Bull flopped uncermoniously into Kakashi's lap, it hurt almost as much as that first bite.
This time, though, Kakashi truly didn't mind.
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