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welkinsky · 1 year

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Welcoming Them Back Home (Kakashi, Adult Bakugou & Gojo)

A/N: This request was made by one of the only friend of mine on tumblr @seikohatake ! Thank you so much! You always come up with such cute ideas :3 You guys are welcome to suggest any other character if you want too <3 I'd be more than happy to write about others too.

Kakashi

It was around when Kakashi was hokage and would rarely come back home on time but regardless you'd wait for him, you loved having dinner with him no matter how late he is.

Since you get off early from work as compared to him you always had the dinner duty and he makes breakfasts even if you suggest otherwise because he needs his rest too. But it is his way of showing his love and affection for you.

So it gives you so much pleasure just preparing dinner for him knowing that he will be all tired and would come home to someone waiting for him and hot food. Given his past, this was your main priority ever since you both came together.

Doesn't matter how late he is you'd always wait for him to have dinner. It actually aches your heart thinking that he'll be having dinner alone when you're away on a mission.

As he enters you rush to greet him with a hug and a kiss and as he sees the dinner you are rewarded another kiss with a, "Oh honey you're spoiling me." and a masked smile. Which he takes off to kiss you again of course.

And as you both have dinner you can see in his eyes how grateful he is to have this and to have YOU. A person who cares so much about him and someone to come home to.

Katsuki (Grown Up Katsuki)

This is very often for you to get a text that he is stuck with some hero work or has to take someone else's patrol that day so he won't make it to dinner.

In the starting days when you two started living together, he'd force you to have your dinner on time and not wait for him. He loves the sentiment, don't get him wrong but he doesn't want you to have a bad schedule and develop bad eating habits.

It's his job so he cannot really do much about it but you can so, he calls you, again and again, to make sure that you've had your dinner and not waiting for him.

But you still want to talk to him at the end of the day so you wait for him to come back and help him serve his dinner and you two talk as he has his dinner. But not before he makes sure that you've had yours.

He used to shout at anyone who'd talk while having their food but ever since he started hero work and opened his agency this is the only time in the day you get to have a proper talk together and he gets to rant about how annoying and stupid everyone is. Although unlike before he'd stop himself and say, "Well, they're not stupid just annoyingly a bit too emotional. I can deal with that."

When he'd forget to call or text letting you know that he'll be late and comes back home to find you passed out in bed while waiting for him. He won't wake you up if you've had your dinner but if you haven't then it is dinner in bed as you two talk and he does the dishes regardless of how much you insist on doing that.

He'd ask you to go to bed as he quickly does the dishes and if you try to come out of the bedroom he won't let you but that doesn't stop you two from talking because even still you two talk through the walls if your kitchen and bedroom is close enough.

Gojo

We all know Gojo is way too spontaneous so whenever you're coming back home you never know if you'll enter in an empty home or you'll be served a freshly made matcha as you do.

He can't cook for his life but he still wants to give you the feeling that he made dinner for you so he orders the food and arranges it in the dishes like he made it himself. Well, it is the sentiment that counts right?

And if you're the one making dinner then he'll try to come back home as soon as he can. A. Because he wants to help you out in making the dinner B. Because he doesn't want you to feel like you're doing too much or he's not grateful for it all.

He's still getting used to this so he takes his time to realize that this is not a huge deal and you make him dinner because you want to.

And he sometimes (most of the time) makes a huge mess too while helping you. So you ask him to leave the kitchen but Gojo being Gojo stands at the door and talks from there if you have a kitchen table then slowly ends up sitting there and talking as you make the dinner.

For both of you, the quality time that you two spend together is very important and valuable. You guys could be doing anything from cleaning the house to grocery shopping, but as long as you two are together and able to talk, both of you don't mind.

If he ever comes late and you're fast asleep then the first thing he makes sure of is whether you have had your dinner or not and if not then he'll order something and wake you up and have the dinner in bed as he feeds you most of the time with dim lights so that you don't wake up completely and will be able to sleep again.

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akamikazae · 2 years

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Here have an ANBU Kakashi, he is ready now 🤺

@kakashiweek

#kakashi #kakashi week #kakashi week 2022 #s rank missions #my art #Naruto #fanart #kakashi fan art #kakashi hakate #hatake kakashi #ANBU #ANBU kakashi #sketch #drawing #kaz draws

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kakasakusimp · 1 year

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My first KakaSaku painting!

🌸🖤🍆

Zootopia AU

I draw them as Nick and Judy but instead of fox, i made kakashi as a Wolf 🐺.

#naruto #kakashi week 2022 #kakashi hatake #sakura haruno #kakasaku

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wind-becomes-lightning · 2 years

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Forest Picnic

Happy Birthday Kakashi, you old hag! I love you very much in many aspects and as such, you get some fluff for the day. There will be enough angst other days :D

Team 7 Gen fic.

no warnings, just fluff and family feels.

3520 words.

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for @kakashiweek Day 5: Kakashi's Birthday.

The clock was ticking steadily forward, indicating the never ending stream of time. Kakashi watched with one of his eyes open lazily. He was laying on his side, the blanket pulled high over his nose. He had gone to bed hours ago, but then found no sleep. There was this part of him that knew he’d not have any sleep that night, he never did, not this specific one, but he had hoped it anyway.

Slowly, as if time was hesitating just as much as Kakashi was, the number 59 bled over into a double 00 and with it the little date at the bottom exchanged the 4 with a 5. The 15th of September. It was now officially his birthday.

He groaned.

It was not like Kakashi hated birthdays. He didn’t generally hate the concept of the event. He loved seeing friends get excited about presents he had bought them, he loved the food (if not the cakes) and the good company and the general cheerfulness. He liked the idea that there were humans out there that loved being alive so much that they celebrated it. He loved celebrating it with them.

But for himself? As a child of course he had loved the day, mid september, leaves slowly turning yellow and red with autumn coming in, when his father had given him a new special sword, or kunai or shuriken or taken him out for a special day somewhere. Back when he was still the innocent child he could now only see in pictures. That was before his father had died.

Afterwards, especially after Obito’s and Rin’s death, Kakashi had only used his birthday as a moment to remind himself of the years he was spending alive when he should be dead. Each one marked twelve more months of him surviving when he shouldn’t have survived. And while, eventually, with help of Tenzo and Gai, Asuma and others, he had started at least tolerating his birthday again, he still didn’t like it.

In some ways, it made it even worse, the well meaning friends around him. They were so hellbent on making his birthday a success lately, that Kakashi just wanted to hide from them almost as much as he wanted to hide from the day itself. He loved them, of course, for their best efforts, but he sometimes felt uncomfortable with all their forced cheer.

Now that he was Hokage, he could only imagine it would get even worse. More people that wanted to spend the day with him, force their excitement on him, buy him sweets and try to make him smile inorganically. Too much for him. He liked the solitude, not complete solitude of course, some people were allowed in his vicinity even if he wanted to be alone. Tenzo, Gai, his students. Not many others.

So he turned away from watching the clock mercilessly forward. The first minutes of his 33rd life year had come and gone without being remarkable. Now that the day was here it should be easy to find sleep, he thought and pulled the blanket even higher over his face. If he could just sleep through this entire day, he would, but unfortunately there was work to be done in the morning.

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Of course, he overslept. No, Kakashi had not fallen asleep right after he had decided to listen to his ticking alarm clock, instead, he had lain awake and thought of the last year of his life that had just passed by. How he had just turned 31 right before the war, Obito’s reappearance and demise, the threat of Kaguya that nobody had seen coming, his new Hokage duties and everything. It was a lot, really. A year of his life that felt like it had been at least five.

So he had missed his alarm and woken up late. This wasn’t a tragedy in itself, as Kakashi was often late and didn’t regard it necessary to start meetings on time if there were other things to do. The council knew this, they had known it when they made him Hokage, but Shikamaru, who now served as Kakashi’s closest advisor, hated it.

The alarm clock now placed next to his bed was therefore a gift from him for Kakashi’s official Hokage ceremony day. “Try to be more on time, Lord Sixth,” he had said sarcastically. Kakashi had stopped himself from commenting sarcastically back on how many of the “private strategy sessions” the boy needed to have weekly with the ambassador of Suna. They were just kids after all, no matter how much responsibility was given to him.

Kakashi put on his new, black outfit that still needed some getting used to after the years of blues and greens and made his way out the door. He didn’t particularly hurry now either. His first appointment was a council meeting with the elders of the village and there really wasn’t anything in this world that could be more boring, so missing part of that didn’t seem too bad.

Was he being watched by the people on the streets? Kakashi felt half paranoid walking the streets, half expecting someone to run up to him and congratulating him on his birthday. He felt like all eyes were on him, but each time he turned, nobody was actually looking.

The hokage tower was almost empty when Kakashi arrived. Only the distant sound of low mumbling told him that behind the closed doors people were actually working. Nobody was out in the hallways though and so Kakashi made his way to his office.

He had half expected Gai to show up while he was out. Jumping out of a bush or from a rooftop to give his greetings to Kakashi on his special day. But then he reminded himself that Gai, while still very agile despite everything, was in a wheelchair now and not able to jump from rooftops anymore. Something else Kakashi still needed to get used to. Still, it was odd that Gai hadn’t found a way to meet him outside if he knew that Kakashi was going to be busy for the entire day afterwards.

When he opened the door to his office, Shikamaru wasn’t there. It was rare that Kakashi came late and his assistant wasn’t already there waiting impatiently, but today it at least seemed to make a little sense. Shikamaru had probably gone ahead to the elder meeting without him, maybe to apologise for the fact that the Hokage himself was late again. There was no card or cake or flowers on his table. Kakashi sighed with a little relief. Maybe people had just forgotten his birthday. He certainly didn’t mind.

He was halfway into turning around to leave for the meeting when someone behind him threw a blindfold over his eyes. Unprecedented times of peace had made Kakashi a little careless and now he was facing the consequences of that. His hand tensed in the direction of his weapon pouch but then a voice spoke into his ear.

“Don’t resist, Kakashi-sensei, or there will be severe consequences.” Naruto, Kakashi thought, in a very non-menacing menace voice.

Kakashi straightened his shoulders, but Naruto held him steady. When his students had grown up to be so strong and tall was beyond him, but apparently he could not defend himself against them anymore. “What are you doing, Naruto? Let me go.”

Naruto laughed. “Just come with me quietly, sensei, and nobody will get hurt.” Kakashi laughed too. Naruto really needed to work on his threatening voice if he wanted to be Hokage himself someday.

“Fine,” Kakashi resigned. Naruto pulled him by the arm backwards and Kakashi stumbled with him. The blindfold really was laid tightly around his eyes and he couldn’t see a thing. He expected at any moment to fall over his feet and break a leg or anything.

Soon they were out in the hallways. Kakashi knew by the distant mumbling. “Are you aware that I should be in a meeting?” Kakashi tried. “Shikamaru won’t be happy if I don’t turn up.”

Naruto blew air out from his nose: “Who cares.”

Who did indeed. No place Naruto could take him was worse than a two hour meeting with the elders of this village and their outdated views. In many ways, Naruto was doing him a favour. Kakashi relaxed.

He didn’t say anything from then on and just let Naruto lead the way. Kakashi suspected this was some sort of punishment his students had thought up, a prank, possibly to demask him. Sasuke had been released from prison not so long ago and was about to leave for his travels and so they wanted to make one last hurrah to annoy their old teacher before they all embarked into adulthood. At least that seemed entirely plausible for them.

Eventually he could smell trees. He was pretty sure they’d left through the back gate of the village as Kakashi had briefly caught the scent of the sweet pan bakery that was not far from it to the left. On the way Naruto sometimes said “Oh no, this is fine” and “Don’t worry he has agreed to come with me” presumably to get people to stop staring. Naruto was now this village’s hero, so he could have told them anything and they’d probably believed him.

“Almost there,” Naruto said and Kakashi could hear his grin without seeing it. Mentally he wondered if there was a replacement mask in his top pocket, like it so often was, or if he had forgotten it. He tapped his finger at the right place and felt the fabric underneath. Very good, he thought, he might need it after all.

Finally Naruto forced Kakashi to a stop. He fiddled on the blindfold behind his back. Kakashi could clearly hear grass shuffling and felt people breathing. His theory that Team 7 was going to try to unmask him one last time before leaving on their own adventures, seemed very high.

“Ta-da!” Naruto said and dropped the blindfold.

Kakashi had been right in thinking that this was a Team 7 idea. Certainly, the entire group was assembled right in front of him. Even Sasuke was there, though he leaned against a tree a little apart from the rest. He had also been right that they had kidnapped him to bring him to the forest. Just that the cause apparently was not to unmask him as a prank, but for his birthday.

There was a table, flat and dark wood, that could only have been made by Tenzo’s hand. Placed on it were several cups with a little sake, most of them had passed that point of being 18 now, and a surprising amount of rice balls. One of them even had a little candle stuck inside. This was the oddest combination of things he had ever seen. Kakashi frowned in confusion.

“See, Naruto, I told you senpai would not like being dragged out here,” Tenzo said with an eye roll. “If we had invited him it would have been much easier to get him here and it would have looked less violent.”

Naruto waved the concern away with one flick of his hand: “Nonsense, Kakashi-sensei is just overwhelmed. Sometimes he can’t say what is on his mind right.”

With that, surprisingly, Naruto was entirely correct. Kakashi and Tenzo exchanged a look that indicated that Tenzo, too, knew that.

“Anyway,” Sakura stepped forward and moved Naruto out of the way with her flat hand. “This was Naruto’s idea. We didn’t all agree to it, really. I did tell him the idea wasn’t funny.” Kakashi raised his brow a little. There was a smirk in the left side of her mouth indicating that she did, in fact, think it was a funny idea. “Happy Birthday, Sensei.” She smiled.

They all joined in wishing Kakashi a happy birthday. He was a little embarrassed going around and getting a hug from all of them, even Sai and Tenzo and was a little relieved when Sasuke only offered his hand. It was easier than being hugged so tightly he could feel his bones crushing when Naruto hugged him.

“Did you tell Shikamaru I would be here? Or did you just kidnapped me,” Kakashi asked as they were all sitting down around the table. There were exactly 32 rice cakes on the table, each with a little candle in it. It looked goofy, but Kakashi appreciated that they weren’t forcing him to eat a cake just for the occasion.

Sai put on a smile: “He was told, otherwise I’m sure he would have figured it out on his own. He knows that Naruto doesn’t have the ball capacity to kidnap the hokage.”

“Hey!” said Naruto from the other end of the table.

Tenzo, who sat at Kakashi’s right, tapped with his fingers onto the plate in front of him. “LIke I said before, I told them to just invite you properly out here. Give you the option to move your meeting instead of missing it completely, but Naruto thought this was better and nobody had the strength to convince him otherwise.”

Naruto smiled wide as if he was proud of that fact. Kakashi nodded appreciatively at him: “I didn’t really want to see the old hags anyway, to be honest, so this is perfect. I also have an excuse later.” He chuckled a little thinking of how he would later point fingers to Naruto and say it was all his fault.

“Well, sensei, this is your … cake… because we know how much you hate sweet things,” Sakura gestured down the rice cakes. Last year they had tried to give him a little pastry, nothing too big, but Kakashi had ended up giving half to Naruto and half to Gai and not eating any of it. His sensitive tongue couldn’t deal with sweet things that well.

The solution they had come up with this year was unorthodox, but fun and Kakashi couldn’t help but feel proud of the entire team together. Not only had they managed to organise this without his knowledge, they had also all assembled together to spend the afternoon with him. There was really nothing better for him to do on his birthday.

“It looks delicious,” he said with a smile aimed at Sakura. “There are so many of them though, so you will have to help me eat them.” With a wave of his hand he invited the others to join in the feast.

For a while they just ate and Kakashi listened to their conversations. Naruto was mostly complaining that a birthday was not complete without cake and that this stuff just didn’t fit, to which Sakura wasn’t tired to remind him that Kakashi liked “this stuff”. Sai talked to the ever so quiet Sasuke and informed him about the months that followed the war, the time he had spent in prison, and how the village had developed since then. Though Sasuke remained wordless, Kakashi couldn’t shake the feeling that he was listening intently anyway. Tenzo ate as quietly, listening to the kids talk as much as Kakashi was.

Eventually, most of the food had been consumed. Naruto hoarded the rest of it, because while he had been complaining relentlessly, he had still enjoyed eating it all. Tenzo brought out a sake bottle from somewhere and offered it. Kakashi usually didn’t drink much alcohol, not always at least, but today, in this company, it seemed to be necessary.

They lifted their cups together, ready to put them together and then drink. Kakashi looked into the round of people.

Sakura spoke first, “To Kakashi-sensei, the teacher who taught me how to use chakra effectively enough to become the doctor I am today. Who never stopped believing that I could be exactly as useful as my teammates in many ways. Who I also wish wouldn’t be such a pervert in public all the time.”

Kakashi laughed and went: “I’m not apologising for my icha book. But thank you.” He wanted to lift his cup higher and finally drink it, but then the next person spoke.

“To kakashi-sensei,” it was Sai, “Who believed I was a trustful person, when I didn’t know if I was or not. Though you had never taught me, you entrusted me with the important sealing part in the war. Now, as hokage, you trust me enough to lead the investigations into the foundation. I’m really grateful for your continued trust. “

Sai had said the word trust so often that Kakashi’s head spun a little, but he nodded in thanks. The boy smiled and it was a genuine one, which was always so wonderful to see. In many ways Sai reminded Kakashi of a younger version of Tenzo.

“Thank you,” Kakashi said, “to all of y-”

“Happy birthday, senpai,” Tenzo now lifted his cup. Kakashi looked at him and wondered if they had arranged for this to happen. He opened his mouth to ask the question, but Tenzo was faster. “Meeting you changed my life, you might not like to hear that, but it is true. You saved me, took me in, taught me to be your equal. I’m proud to call you my friend and even prouder to be called your friend.”

Kakashi wasn’t good with praise like that being handed to him, especially not from someone like Tenzo, who was generally more drawn back when it came to his emotions. The men nodded at each other and Kakashi held Tenzo’s gaze for just a moment longer, before looking back to his students.

Only Sasuke and Naruto hadn’t said anything yet. Kakashi waited if the round continued or if he was finally set free.

“Kakashi-sensei, is a weird old dude most of the time,” Naruto said suddenly, “When I was younger he’d break into my house and make me throw away old milk, which I thought was odd.” Kakashi laughed, of course he thought it was odd that someone was trying to take care of him. “But Kakashi-sensei is truly one of the coolest people I’ve ever met too. He is so skilled and smart and now he is hokage, so of course he is the strongest too! I admire Kakashi-sensei and am glad he has looked after Team 7 so well. Happy Birthday old man.”

He then added like a mumble: “Can't even imagine being 32, can people even get so old?” which earned him a kick in the shins from Sakura.

“Thank you, Naruto, I don’t think I am much stronger than you are though, Sasuke and you have long since surpassed me. All of you have, in fact.” Kakashi looked from one of the kids to the next and recalled how young they had been back when he had met them first. “I’m happy I had an impact on all of you, thank you for-

“I-”

Everybody’s head snapped back to Sasuke, who had been completely silent the entire afternoon so far. Maybe that was why he had spoken so loud, because he had been worried his voice would drown in those of the others. Kakashi certainly hadn’t expected him to say something. Their eyes crossed.

“Kakashi,” Sasuke tried again and Kakashi noticed again that he had dropped the habit of adding “sensei” to the end of it. “Th-Thank you for never losing your faith in me.”

They looked at each other for a moment. Kakashi knew that was all Sasuke wanted to say. “I did lose my faith a little at some point,” Kakashi felt the need to clarify. Sasuke just shook his head a little and then looked away.

Sakura, clearly uncomfortable with how silent it had gotten, lifted her cup: “Happy Birthday to Kakashi-sensei” and the others followed again. Finally they got to actually drink the beverage.

Kakashi felt a little warm on the inside, the overwhelming urge to pull all of them in the bone crushing hug that he had wanted to reject earlier on. How had he gotten so lucky with such talented and wonderful teammates? How could he have ever gotten as far as he did without them? He was grateful for every moment he got to spend with them together. See them argue and laugh and bicker, what could be better than that?

In the end, this was what he had always wanted for a day like this. A simple picknick in the forest with all the people he cared for in his company. Kakashi put his head on his flat hand and zoned out a little. He still wasn’t entirely used to having both his eyes back.

“I have to warn you though, senpai,” Tenzo was leaning over to him, “Gai-san has told us he will come by later too, for a, and I quote, “Friendly birthday rival battle”. I can only imagine what he means with that.”

He laughed, and Tenzo’s eyes lit up. It was rare that Kakashi laughed as loud and carefree as he did now. He couldn’t help it, he felt lighter and happier than he had all his life.

“Well, I look forward to that then,” Kakashi said with a wink.

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depressedhatakekakashi · 2 years

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Tsukimi Tradition's

Prompt: Comfort Object

Words: 2266

For: @animetrashmuffin who got to read it a little early, but I hope enjoys the spell-checked, not just written on my phone, version <3

@kakashiweek

Festivals were important to Kakashi. No matter what he was doing he always tried to make time to slip into a festival and see the activities.

Usually, he would be accompanied by Gai. They would play festival games, win prizes, and eat until their stomachs were bursting. It has been a tradition of theirs since they were children.

This time, however, Kakashi had other plans.

Plans that Gai supported enthusiastically when Kakashi told him about them.

“Enjoy yourself, Rival,” Gai clapped him on the back and gave him a thumbs-up. “I’ll see you there anyways, and if Iruka permits I might steal you away for one competition.”

One competition. That was all Gai was asking in return for ditching him for this one festival. It wasn’t a lot to ask, and Kakashi was sure Iruka would be more than happy to see them playing a festival game.

He was always telling Kakashi about how much he enjoyed their rivalry, though he admitted to finding it a little over the top at times.

A fact Kakashi wouldn’t change for the world. His rivalry with Gai simply wasn't the same if they were acting like normal adults.

With Gai’s support, Kakashi moved on to the next stage of his plan.

Asking Iruka to join him for the festival.

Finding the Academy Teacher was easy enough. One stop at the window to Iruka’s classroom and Kakashi had sights on the man. There, sitting behind his desk marking tests, Iruka created the most beautiful picture that Kakashi had ever seen.

A picture Kakashi would gladly stare at forever, if only he had the time.

Two quick rasps on the door and Iruka looked up from his paperwork, a frown sinking into his handsome face when he saw Kakashi sitting there on the window ledge waving at him.

Setting aside his pen he stood up and stormed towards the window, a lecture about proper etiquette no doubt brewing in his mind.

A lecture that Kakashi had heard more than once since meeting Iruka, and which he had the pleasure of listening to at least once a week since asking the man out on their first date.

As he reached the window, Iruka flipped the lock open, slid the glass upwards and opened his mouth to begin his lecture.

Kakashi cut him off before he could even begin. “Tomorrow,” he smiled. “Come to my place in the morning.”

“Your place?”

“Mmhmm,” reaching out, he tapped a finger against Iruka’s nose. “I want to spend the day with you before the festival.”

Allowing the words to sink in, Iruka’s frown deepened. “Don’t you have work to do, Hokage-sama?”

A shiver ran through his body when he heard that honourary from Iruka. A sick, repulsed feeling settled into his soul.

“Please, don’t call me that,” he begged. “And I took the day off.”

Iruka blinked. “You… took the day off?”

“Yes.”

“Is that allowed?”

“Legally? No. If something happens that requires my attention I have to leave,” it was a major downside to the job, but he could live with it until Naruto was ready to take over from him. “Tomorrow, though, I don’t care.”

“Kakashi…”

“My place,” leaning in a little, he pressed his masked lips against Iruka’s cheek in a quick kiss. “Nine am sharp.”

“You won’t be late?” Iruka asked with a hint of doubt in his voice.”

“To my own house? Iruka,” he threw a hand over his chest and gasped as if he was insulted by the implication. “If I could stay in my house for the rest of time I’d be a happy man.”

“You’d miss Me.”

“I would, yes. But you can sleep over.”

“You would miss your competitions with Gai.”

Slapping a hand over his boyfriend’s mouth, Kakashi did a quick check of the area. When he was sure No one wasn’t around to overhear Iruka’s words, he dropped his hand back to his side.

“Don’t say that out loud,” he sighed. “If Gai catches wind of such words he’ll never let me hear the end of it.”

Iruka simply shook his head and chuckled. “So, nine?”

“Nine,” with the time confirmed, Kakashi leaned back and winked. “See you then.”

With that, he was gone. Off to collect everything he needed for tomorrow.

The Tsukimi festival was one of Kakashi’s favourites. Not just because it was a simple, relaxing festival that focused on enjoying food and viewing the autumn moon, but because this year it was on another special day.

September fifteenth, Kakashi’s birthday.

It was a festival that held a lot of fond memories for him. Memories of him and Gai hanging out sharing homemade treats and playing festival games.

The fondest memory Kakashi had, though, was from when he was younger. Before he had joined the academy and started on his path toward becoming a shinobi.

When his father was still with him.

Back then he would spend his mornings listening to stories of the festival and watching his father make Mochi. He’d always watched his father closely. Memorizing every little move he made to create the perfect Treat for them to enjoy during the moon viewing.

After years of repeating that process every year, Kakashi still hadn’t managed to copy the delicious treat his father had made. No matter what he did to perfect the recipe, it never tasted the same.

It never provided that sense of safety and comfort that his father’s homemade mochi had.

This year he hoped to change that.

No, he had to change it.

Iruka would be coming over in just a few minutes and he wanted to share that tradition with him. To spend his day gently rolling red bean paste into the dough with the man who had stolen his heart.

It was the only way he wanted to spend his birthday. With Iruka by his side, a beautiful moon shining down on them, and one of his favourite treats in hand.

At Nine O’clock on the dot, there was a knock on the door telling him Iruka had arrived.

After waking up at the crack of dawn and preparing everything, it was finally time to begin his day. A day dedicated to Iruka and the Tsukimi festival.

Taking a moment to double-check everything, he smiled to himself as he looked at the spread he had set out.

Red bean paste in a bowl ready to be rolled into balls. Dough cooked and warm, waiting to be filled and displayed.

He had even brought out some ingredients for Tsukimi Dango after deciding not just to share his family traditions with Iruka, but to make some of their own.

Together.

Today was going to be perfect.

“Kakashi!?” Iruka’s voice called out from behind the door. “Kakashi if you’re still sleeping I will smother you with your pillow!”

Satisfied with his work, Kakashi made his way towards the door and opened it to find Iruka standing on the other side.

Iruka’s jaw hit the floor as soon as he saw Kakashi standing there smiling at him. “You’re awake.”

“I am.”

“And not late.”

“I’m not that bad,” he defended himself, a little insulted by the implication. “I haven’t been late for the last two dates.”

“The last two dates were in the hospital,” Iruka fired back. “And you were three hours late for the date before those.”

“That-“ he held a finger up and cringed when he thought back to that particular date. “Was not entirely my fault.”

“You were still late.”

“And I’m still sorry about that fact,” stepping back, he extended an arm out towards the little kitchen in his apartment. “But I am here. I’m on time today and I have a lot planned for us.”

Taking a cautious step into the house, Iruka narrowed his eyes. “What exactly do you have planned?” He asked as he peered into the kitchen.

“Well, first we’re going to cook,” Iruka’s face scrunched up into a horrified expression. “Ok, correction. You’re going to help me make the Mochi and dango. You can handle that, right?”

“That I can handle,” Iruka agreed, making his way towards the kitchen with cautious, slow steps. “But, umm… are you sure you want me to help?”

“Yes,” stepping forward, Kakashi slipped his hand into Iruka’s. “It’s something I do every year for the Tsukimi festival. I thought this year I’d share it with you. If you want.”

Suddenly his great romantic idea didn’t seem so wonderful anymore. With Iruka standing there at his side-eyeing all of his hard work he felt a little like a fool.

A love-sick puppy that was desperate to connect to his partner with something he had cherished for years. A tradition he had only shared with his father and Gai in the past.

Iruka turned his head slowly, a soft smile stretching across his lips and a sparkle of excitement in his eyes. “I’ve never made Mochi before,” he admitted. “Are you alright with teaching me?”

His heart fluttered at the invitation.

Squeezing Iruka’s hand, he tugged him towards the kitchen. Excited to begin their day together. “I would be more than happy to teach you.”

The look on Iruka’s face as he watched Kakashi working was priceless. A mixture of awe and deep concentration, his eyes stayed glued on Kakashi’s hands. Following every little thing that they did.

Kakashi could practically imagine the notes Iruka was making in his head. They were notes he had made himself once when he was much younger standing at his father’s side watching him do the same thing.

“You’re amazing at this,” Iruka whispered.

A sweet compliment, but Iruka had no idea what he was talking about. Kakashi was skilled of course. He’d had years of practice to get the method down.

Amazing, though. That was a description better saved for a man who had been buried years ago.

“The method is easy to remember,” his fingers moved with ease, muscle memory taking over as he placed a ball of red bean paste in the center of the dough and began pinching the dough shut around it. “Just a few ingredients, a little bit of stove use. I think even you could manage it if you gave it a shot.”

His jab was rewarded almost immediately with a flick to the ear. Iruka’s way of telling him not to be rude.

It was a warning that Kakashi hardly ever listened to when they were out in public and Iruka was silently complaining about how he spoke to other people, but in the safety of home with just Iruka by his side, Kakashi chose to listen.

Just this once.

“I bet they taste wonderful,” leaning into his side, Iruka nuzzled his cheek against his shoulder. “The best Mochi in the world.”

Kakashi balked at that.

“There’s no better Mochi than my dad’s,” he knew it was a dumb thing to say, but it was true. His father’s Mochi wasn’t just an enjoyable treat. Eating it brought with it feelings of warmth, comfort and even safety.

His father’s mochi wasn’t just food. It was an experience.

The experience of being surrounded by his father’s love.

A feeling he hadn’t felt in far too long.

“I bet you’re wrong,” reaching forward, Iruka plucked one of the completed Mochi off of the pile. “I bet your Mochi tastes just as good, if not better.”

Kakashi rolled his eyes. “Those are for the festival,” he reminded his partner. “And I stand by what I said.”

“No one will mind if you try just one Mochi,” Holding the treat out in front of Kakashi’s face, Iruka grinned bright and beautiful. A smile that Kakashi was confident he would never get enough of. “Come on. Try it and you’ll see.”

“See what, exactly?”

“That your Mochi is just as good as your fathers,” he beamed. “And that you’re selling yourself short.”

His hands stilled, leaving the mochi he was working on half-finished as he turned to look at Iruka. What he was greeted with was an overwhelming look of love.

A love that could easily seep into his bones and claim his entire being, if only he would allow it to. If he would simply stop guarding himself for just a moment and allow Iruka in completely.

Without any walls between them.

“Iruka…” he glanced down at the ball of Mochi in Iruka’s hand. A small treat with such a huge weight in it. If he tried it and it wasn’t as good as his father’s he’d be disappointed. On the other hand, if it was somehow as good as his father’s he’d feel like he was destroying something precious.

To lose that little bit of comfort that he looked forward to every year, replacing it with new memories that might never live up to the past.

“I’m not sure I can,” he admitted, placing a hand over Iruka’s wrist and pushing the offering away. “I’ll have it at the festival. Like I’m supposed to.”

“Alright,” retracted his hand, a frown tugging that beautiful smile off of his face. “It’s your birthday so you get to do what you want.”

“It is,” lowering his hand, he focused back on the Mochi that still needed to be made. “and I would like to finish these Mochi so we can relax a little before the festival.”

Iruka leaned back into his space. With an arm sliding around Kakashi’s waist and his head resting against his shoulder, he sighed. “Happy Birthday, Hokage-sama.”

Tilting his head and turning it towards Iruka, Kakashi pressed a kiss against Iruka’s forehead. “Stop calling me that.”

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Kakashi Week 2022 Begins!

It’s September 11th and our event kicks off today! We hope you’re excited and can’t wait to see what you may have created!

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By all means hit us up with any questions, as always! Now, off to edit our own day 1 works. . .

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kalira · 2 years

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Good Cause

Written for @kakashiweek - Day 7, prompt 2: Ink!

T; 2.2k Sakumo/Orochimaru, bb!Kakashi, Danzou, summon snakes

Danzou just knows there's something valuable in Orochimaru's private notes, if only his cipher teams can crack the very odd coded references Orochimaru has layered over them. Meanwhile, Orochimaru realises there may be unexpected and unusual advantages to allowing one's summons and toddler to play in one's study. . .

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Kakashi Week 2022 Day 2: Deception & Shapeshifting

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This can be seen as a continuation from “Blood Legacy”

Link to AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/GoneGirl199999

Summary: Kakashi and Gai meet again after ten years

Are you... ?

Kakashi clearly heard the question, even though Gai didn't even open his mouth or make a sound. Life had separated and changed them in ways that neither of them imagined when they first met at the gates of the Academy, but they could still read each other with just a glance.

They stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. Studying each other with their eyes and trying to find pieces of the teenagers they had once been. Kakashi was wondering the same as Gai. Is it possible that you are the same you were when I left?

None of them was. There wasn’t any signs of that skinny boy who could barely through a kunai properly. What he saw was a grown up man with manly and handsome features and a hard look, but still with that touch of compassion and love that had always characterized Maito Gai. He was also with three teenagers: a brat painfully similar to the boy Gai used to be, another from the Hyuga clan and a girl who was armed to the teeth. He should have known Gai would wanted to became a Jonin sensei. His old rival had too much love to give.

He wondered what his old rival saw in him. What was going through his mind? Was he wanting to lash out at him and finish him off for leaving the village? Did he wanted to hurt him as much as Kakashi had hurt him? Would he see him as a monster? Probably not, Gai wasn't that kind of person, but in those moments Kakashi would prefered him to do it. Everything to avoid that deception look in Gai. Kakashi had no doubt that Gai would fight him and kill him if that was what he had to do in order to keep his students safe. The same thing Kakashi would do if it was necessary to fulfill Akatsuki's goal. But he also knew neither of them had the heart to kill each other.

They charged into battle at the same time. Both of them had gotten stronger and stronger over the years, they could hardly tell which of them would win a fight. The last time they had fought together it had been in a rock-paper-scissors challenge. But for now, they probably wouldn't find out who was stronger, neither of them attacking with killing intent. Gai did not attempt to open the Inner Gates. Kakashi didn't even discover his sharingan. Even the brats realized that something was up, as they made no move to enter the battle.

Itachi had taught him the secrets of the sharingan, he taught him how to avoid being brought to the brink of death by the chakra drain. Even tho this, his chakra reserves were smaller compared to the other Akatsuki members, he knew the jutsu would end soon. He took a moment to look at the other man’s eyes, trying to tell Gai everything he couldn’t say out loud.

Gai held his eyes and Kakashi remembered how much he hated how Gai carried his heart in the palm of his hand. The deception and the pain those big brown eyes gave him, was too much for Kakashi.

I'm sorry I failed you, I'm sorry I disappointed everyone

I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you from your pain

It was when the shapeshifting ended and he wasn’t able to stare at Gai’s beautiful eyes, leaving in his place one of Sasori’s subordinates, when Kakashi understood that no matter what, they would be in love with each other for ever. They would always be Eternal Rivals until one died at the other’s hand. Because Kakashi wouldn’t let anyone but Gai to end up his life, that was only Gai’s right and the minumum Kakashi could do to pay off the damage he caused to Gai.

The copy nin opened his eyes and found himself above a rock on a cliff, sitting between Itachi and Kisame.

-We gained enough time- whispered the young Uchiha, while he closed his eyes again.

And holding back the tears, Kakashi concentrated again on the youn Kakzekage.

There was a mission to complete.

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asiriyep · 2 years

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Kakashi Week 2022.

Day 3: Comfort Object Person.

They are so cute and both are each other's comfort person since they were little.

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#kakashi week 2022 #kakashi #naruto #gai #kid kakashi #kid gai #hatake kakashi #kakashi hatake #naruto shippuden #dianorayasiri #gai maito #maito gai #might guy #au #illustration #fanart #comfort person #style #monochrome

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sojalecithin · 2 years

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Kakashi Week 2022

Day 1 / Senses

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Kakashi needs glasses to read.

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tryingahandinholdingapen · 2 years

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you can read this on ao3 instead if you like:

I just discovered that @kakashiweek is a thing and am jumping in a bit late. Not doing the prompts in order though: this one is for Day 2, using the prompt "Deception".

Kakashi was horrifically incompetent at lying.

And he knew this. It was clear as day from his expression and his behaviour both that the bastard knew nobody was buying what he was selling.

Yet for some reason, Kakashi didn't let this stop him. He continued lying. Constantly. Shamelessly. Directly to your face whilst he silently dared you to call him on it.

Tenzo stared at Kakashi.

Kakashi stared back.

Given that he was horrendous at lying, it really should not be so difficult to discern whether the man was telling the truth at any given time.

The problem was that instead of abandoning deception, or learning how to lie in a somewhat passable manner, Kakashi had evidently at some point decided to double down on other tactics to deceive and misdirect. Tenzo found himself infuriated, disbelieving and fascinated in turns at the effectiveness of this.

Kakashi's favourite tactic was to take the lies that he must, surely, know would not be believed, and make them truly unbelievable. Omit and emphasise in select places, add a sprinkling of truly ridiculous fibs, and voila, one incredibly tall tale. However a combination of his deadpan delivery, with his reputation and Bingo Book entry, meant that most people unfamilar with the man hesitated to even attempt to call him out on his blatant falsehoods.

Tenzo felt that he knew his senpai pretty well by now, and no longer hesitated for a moment to call Kakashi out on his bullshit. Unfortunately that only meant that he fell for the next trap - both Kakashi and his genin (and, indeed, most people he surrounded himself with, Tenzo mused) lived such insane lives that it was sometimes difficult to sort the unbelieveable-because-why-is-this-my-life truths from the unbelievable-because-I've-never-heard-such-bullshit-at-once-before-now lies.

When that failed... Kakashi had a good dozen ways to misdirect attention on things he'd rather keep secret. He'd subtly change the topic, or pivot so that suddenly you were the one being questioned instead of the one doing the questioning. Sometimes if you got too close to uncovering some truths he didn't want to discuss, he'd respond by blindsiding you with a different, shocking and previously unknown truth. Tenzo thought he'd probably learned far more from and about his senpai via this truthful-diversions than any answers to the many questions he sometimes attempted to ask the man. Kakashi used rhetorical questions to avoid giving a statement that might be immediately identified as the lie it was, or to discourage continued questions.

But he also used rhetorical questions to devastating effect in order to insinuate, to hint and hand over implications that required no direct lies but would send you on a wild goose chase of a lifetime. Tenzo thought this was possibly the most entertaining thing to watch Kakashi do to others, and the most infuriating to have happen to you, because Kakashi could have you believing the stupidest things this way to be a truth rarely revealed, instead of yet more nonsense.

For a man who couldn't state that the sky was green without a dozen tells, Kakashi was quite competent at deception without allowing his utter failure to convincingly lie to act as a hindrance.

"You're lying."

Kakashi's eye crinkled into a smile as he leaned further into his hand, elbow braced on the bar.

"Mah, am I? I think I would know if I was lying, no?" He wondered aloud.

Tenzo glared at him.

"You're lying. I'm sure of it. This is a bar populated by shinobi, constantly. People are walking in and out constantly. And all of those people are likely to be on high alert when they do because fuck knows nobody wants to deal with unexpected attacks or traps when drunk and vulnerable for once. There's no prank set up by the door. It's impossible."

"Oh, never say never, my cute little kohai. First rule of learning to bend elements to your will and ignore little things like gravity - if you want to be a shinobi, there's no such thing as impossible," he raised an empty glass to Tenzo mockingly, then swivelled in his seat to request a refill from the bartender.

Tenzo, meanwhile, had started scanning the bar for anyone he and Kakashi both knew, in the hopes that he could find someone to fact-check. He was already a little tipsy and that was making the already-difficult task of figuring out whether Kakashi was lying, a nigh impossible feat. And unfortunately, despite his own claims, he wasn't entirely sure it was impossible for Kakashi to have set up some sort of humiliating trap over the door of the most popular bar for shinibi in Konaha. If anyone could do it, it would be Kakashi. Or Naruto, of course.

Unfortunately Tenzo couldn't spot anyone who would be of any use.

Grown as he may be, the moment Naruto heard the word "prank" he would immediately be willing to lie to Tenzo too in hopes of seeing the results. Like Kakashi and Gai both, Naruto couldn't lie if his life depended on it, but he lived such a ridiculous life and already tended towards such odd, exaggerated tales of feats both true and false that it was surprisingly difficult to tell whether he was lying or not. Gai would gladly lie for Kakashi too, not because he had any particular interest in pranks, but just because he'd want to support his eternal rival in anything and everything Kakashi set his mind to, the sap.

Tenzo could spot the rest of Team Seven sitting at the same table as Naruto, but that wasn't much help really. He couldn't tell whether Sai was being serious or not on the best of days, and Sasuke may not be the best of liars, but he was a far sight better than Kakashi and his mind worked in such bizarre ways sometimes that...well, again, difficult to tell. Sakura was one of the best liars Tenzo had ever met. And they would both be more than willing to lie to Tenzo for Kakashi - not due to any affection for Kakashi, or desire to see Tenzo pranked, those two just wanted to watch the world burn it seemed.

If Tenzo could just find Obito, that would solve the problem very quickly. Somehow Kakashi, who couldn't lie nor act to save his life, had managed to end up with a boyfriend who was terrifyingly good at acting. Obito though, for some reason, was amazing at lying when he was acting, but outside of a persona, he was hopeless. This meant any attempt at a lie (when in Konaha, and not undercover or in hostile territory) either incredibly obvious or a complete failure.

Even better, although Obito was hardly alone in his struggles to lie, unlike literally everyone else, he couldn't cover for it otherwise. He couldn't edge around the topic or hint at things to send you in the wrong direction, he was just pathetic at any misdirection and he tried to change topics with all the subtlety of an earthquake.

Unfortunately, it seemed Obito was nowhere in sight. And Tenzo really did want to go home now - it was getting late, and he had an early start in the morning to set off for a mission, so he probably shouldn't keep drinking either.

"I still don't believe you're telling the truth," Tenzo stated, drawing Kakashi's attention back to him and hoping vainly for some sort of tell or hint.

No dice.

Kakashi twisted back in his seat to face Tenzo again. His glass was empty again and he tossed it from hand to hand absently as he studied Tenzo.

Then he nodded thoughtfully.

"But," Kakashi said finally, simply, "are you willing to risk calling my bluff?"

Tenzo stared at him.

Then he sighed, wiped a hand over his face, and shook his head as he headed towards the door. He was too tired for this. If he got pranked, he got pranked - but he'd rather be in bed sooner rather than later, and he could only get that by leaving.

There was a shriek in the background and Obito snickered as he slid into the barstool next to Kakashi and slid an arm around his shoulder.

"He fell for that? Really?"

Kakashi tipped his head, his smug pleasure practically radiating from him.

"He did," he crooned, delighted as he leant into his boyfriend's embrace. "Honestly I wasn't sure he would, after all that. Tenzo doesn't normally push that hard, but I got there in the end."

Obito snorted and scrubbed his knuckles through Kakashi's silver hair, just to see the smugness turn to bristling indignation.

"Uh huh, uh huh, you're very smart," he told an indignant partner indulgently, "we should probably go free him from that net now so he can go home though. And so we can go home ourselves, have a little time together before the night's over..."

Kakashi groaned, but hauled himself up and started towards the door.

"Tease," he complained under his breath, "spoilsport. Worst boyfriend."

He still stopped to let Obito press a kiss to his hair when the man pulled Kakashi to a halt just before the door though.

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akamikazae · 2 years

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✨ANBU FAMILY✨

(if you saw my first post no you didn’t, I forgot Tenzo’s tattoo🙃)

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kakasakusimp · 1 year

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Cuz im bored, so here a little kakasaku doodle...

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The White Fang

Hello, it is day 3. Hope you liked your smut yesterday because I'm bringing you some whole some family time (and a liiiiiiiiiittle angst.)

Hatake Kakashi & Hatake Sakumo

Rated T, blood.

2941 words.

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for @kakashiweek 2022 Day 3: Broken Fang & Comfort Object.

For the longest time Kakashi assumed his father’s nickname came from his white hair. “The White Fang”, they called him on the streets and sometimes in meetings that Kakashi attended ever since he was small. And while that assumption was not entirely incorrect, since part of the reason definitely was Sakumo's unique hairstyle and stature, it wasn’t exactly where the name had come from.

A few months before his father’s death, Sakumo took him on a hike through the forest. His father was very keen on showing his son the natural world, explaining to him how plants grew and trees formed and why animals sometimes killing and eating other animals was a good thing. It was part of an education the boy would not get once he was in the academy and Kakashi was bored most of the time, because he liked throwing shuriken and swinging tantous, not collecting mushrooms.

So that day they ventured out again, not without Kakashi pulling a pouting face when his father announced the plan for the day. Looking back Kakashi remembered how tired his father looked that particular day, something his five year old self had not noticed when it happened. The rings under his eyes had gone unnoticed, well he had been nothing but a child back then.

The sun was high up, it was the first really good day of spring, too early for the cherry trees to bloom, but warm enough that not using gloves was feasible. Kakashi, as always, was packed tightly behind his mask that he had today exchanged to a lighter fabric than the last few winter months. He followed his father through the thick of the woods, throwing a kunai up and down that he had taken in a fit of rebellion.

Soon Kakashi would start the academy, only a month out in fact. He was excited and had rambled all morning trying to get Sakumo to change the plans for the day. “I could try to work on my Earth Jutsu again instead, Dad,” he tried arguing. “I could practise shuriken accuracy!” But none of his whining had helped. His father had still decided they’d go into the forest.

For a long while they just marched, deeper and deeper into the dark of the forest. Kakashi watched the back of his father’s head as they went along, the ponytail swaying back and forth and back and forth just like that. He wondered if he could slice it off perfectly if he had a shuriken, and if his father would be mad about it, but then again last time he had accidentally cut Sakumo’s hair the man had just laughed in delight.

Generally, Kakashi and his father got along very well and Kakashi admired him a lot. He loved that Sakumo was apparently such a known shinobi that people whispered about him on the streets as if he was some kind of celebrity. He was proud to be the son of such a talented person, that he himself was also hailed a prodigy. Their small family was good together, even without a mom, as long as Kakashi wasn’t dragged into the muddy forest against his will.

Then, suddenly, Sakumo stopped and Kakashi almost ran into his leg. “Kakashi,” he said softly and pulled his son in. “Can you see that?” Kakashi followed his finger to more mud. He could not see what Sakumo was referring to.

“No,” Kakashi replied and rolled his eyes. Surely this was going to turn out to be a lame mushroom or leaf or some mud thing his dogs would like digging around in.

His father pulled him even closer and guided his head upwards: “There is a mark here, you see? Claws.” Then back down: “And here, a footprint, rather large if you ask me.”

Kakashi could see it now too, the slashing marks on the outside of the tree. Whatever had left them must have very destructive claws, ripping off parts of the tree’s bark. The footprint was very large too, fitting the claw marks perfectly.

“Wow”, Kakashi said genuinely impressed and then asked: “What is it?”

Sakumo looked a little closer, eyebrows furrowed as if something was worrying him, but then he turned to his son and smiled: “I have a suspicion, but why don’t we find out together?”

They walked on, much slower than before. Kakashi kept close to his father, holding on to the fabric of his pants while keeping his eyes firmly on the ground. There were more footprints to follow, large paws in the mud, so tracking the animal, whatever it was, was not that hard.

“See if you track an animal”, Sakumo said in front of him, “You have to be careful not to destroy anything that can show you their path. So pay attention that you don’t step into the pawprints.”

Kakashi weighs his head: “Could I not just use the dogs to follow it?”

Sakumo chuckled a little. “I suppose you could. It is not an option that I have personally and I can only teach you things I know.” Right, sometimes Kakashi forgot that his father did not have a summoning contract with the pack of dogs he had, that he had gotten it from his mother instead.

He decided therefore to indulge his father in this little tracking lesson. At least this was better than having to collect moss again to see which way was north without a compass. In the end they might be able to find and hunt a large animal and that was exciting for Kakashi.

The pawprints started becoming more frequent, having before been quite ways apart which once again made light of the sheer size of the animal. Now they came right after each other, one by one by one, as if there was more than one, and as if they had gone in circles around each other.

Five minutes passed before his father stopped moving again. “Blood, can you see it?” Kakashi could see it this time, all over the leaves and low hanging branches. There were scratches from claws again too.

“There was a fight”, Kakashi connected correctly. “And it is injured now.” Sakumo said nothing, instead he placed his hand on Kakashi’s shoulder and squeezed it lightly, which he always did when he was too proud of his son’s intelligence to accurately describe it with words. His hand lingered there for a bit and he let out a long sigh. Back then, Kakashi didn’t understand why.

Finally, he lifted his hand up. “Another thing you can track is blood stains.” His father pointed at some of them further away. “If it is injured and you are hunting, it gives you a great advantage. You can follow it slowly down the path and just wait for it to be too exhausted to go on.”

Kakashi’s eyes narrowed as if he could see the creature through the trees like this. Sakumo continued: “But if you are trying to find it to save it, you have to disregard what I have said before and throw caution into the wind to gain speed. Just follow the blood in a hurry.”

“Why would I want to save this wild animal?” Kakashi asked. “Wouldn’t it be better if I would just kill it so it won’t kill me in the future?”

Sakumo looked at him: “Sometimes a little kindness goes a long way, you know. Saving a life might be helpful to you in the future.”

“But wouldn’t it be more kind to just put the animal out of his misery? If it is injured and of no use to itself or others, wouldn’t death be a relief?” Kakashi shrugged his shoulders.

His father’s eyes darkened as if something had left them. Kakashi turned away.

There was a moment of silence in which only the trees could be heard moving overhead. Kakashi waited for his father to say something and when he didn’t he turned back to see his father still standing in place. “Dad?” he asked carefully and finally Sakumo blinked.

“Oh, sorry, I was in thoughts.” He shook his head. “We should keep following these stains and see what comes out on the other side.”

Sakumo turned and walked on, now only focusing on the splatters of blood in front of him, less on the footprints below. Kakashi followed, confused by what had happened.

“Are you sure now what it is?” the boy asked. He imagined it to be large, like a bear, or a tiger, or a very large lion. Certainly a cat, he thought, because cats were fighting all the time. Screaming and scratching each other like to harpys. Dogs never did that. That was why Kakashi prefered dogs.

His father didn’t seem willing to share his thoughts. “I have my theories”, he said vaguely.

Soon the blood stains became clearer and it was obvious that whatever animal it was was losing a lot of it very quickly. Sakumo’s steps were speeding up and Kakashi, with his short legs, needed to almost run to keep up. Whatever was happening was troubling his father greatly and he clearly wanted to catch up.

It was Kakashi who saw the creature first. He looked to the side to avoid a branch hitting his left eye and half blinding him and saw the grey-white fur shimmering in the low light of the sun that fell through the trees. It was large, larger than anything Kakashi had ever seen in his life and it was curled up in a pile. It was shaking too, Kakashi noticed, probably from the pain and blood loss.

He pulled at his fathers leg: “Look!”

Sakumo stopped instantly and his eyes darted over to the animal. “Well spotted, Kakashi”, he praised and Kakashi felt proud that he was helping. His father took the moment to ruffle his hair again, but then he hurried towards the creature.

Kakashi followed, a little slower, since the tree at this point was very overgrown and unaccessible. He watched his father crouch down before the animal and finally noticed what it was. The furr was not catlike smooth, it was wild, hanging in long strands by all sides. It had round ears and a long nose and a tail too. It reminded Kakashi of a dog as soon as he saw it clearly. Not a lion or a tiger or another cat-like animal. It was a wolf. A grey, large, wolf.

“Dad”, Kakashi said as he arrived next to his father, “Did you know it was a wolf?”

“I did suspect it from the paw print and the claws, yes.”

There was a large gap in the wolf’s stomach, blood flowing steadily out of it into the grass. Kakashi frowned and was glad that the mask on his nose prevented him from taking in the smell around him. The animal would not survive if it wasn’t healed quickly, he thought.

The wolf was alternating between wincing in pain and growling in anger. It scared the boy and he felt for the kunai he’d been carrying all day. “It will eat us, dad”, he said a little whinier than he usually talked and pulled on his father’s arm. “Let us just kill it and move on dad, before it harms us.”

His father did not move. “Don’t worry, Kakashi”, he said instead and reached into the top pocket of his sweater. The animal growled at each movement, bearing its teeth and both of the humans in front of it. Kakashi took a step back. He really didn’t want to be mauled to death by a wolf here, he would be ready to fight. The kunai was cold in his pocket, ready to be used.

Then, his father pulled out what he had been looking for, which was not, as Kakashi had hoped, a knife or similar, but a chain with a charm on it. At least Kakashi had always believed it to be a charm. As long as he had known his father had been wearing it around his neck or carried it in his clothes. A long, twisted piece of yarn with a white tooth on it.

“Look”, Sakumo said softly and lifted the thing up in front of the wolf’s eyes, “I am not here to hurt you. See, I carry this with me.”

The wolf focused his eyes on the tooth and stilled a little, finally stopping his growling for good. Kakashi was staring too and even though he had seen this item a million times before the connection hadn’t clicked until right this moment.

“The White Fang”, he whispered and it sounded almost like a gasp.

Now that the wolf had calmed down, Sakumo could move forward and examine his wound. He did so carefully, touching softly to determine how bad it really was. He answered his son’s question before Kakashi had to ask it: “Once, when I was younger, I decided to save an old grey wolf dame. I was with a team at the time, only about fifteen when I found her. She growled at me much like this young wolf, but I calmed her enough for her to let me proceed. I helped her to the best of my abilities, but this tooth fell out anyway. When I was done she pushed it towards me as if it was mine to keep.”

Kakashi had a hard time imagining his father any younger than he was currently, but he nodded along, now no longer afraid to come closer again.

“I took it and decided to always carry it with me as a good luck charm. Not even a year later I found another wolf, not far from where we are here. It didn’t let me get close until it could see the tooth fall out from my clothes. I realised that I had been marked as a friend of these animals and that I could make them trust me, if I showed them that I had protected one of them before. The teammates that saw this happen started calling me “The White Fang.” Rather silly nickname, but it stuck as you know.” Sakumo smiled at his son. “A little kindness can go a long way, as I’ve said.”

He didn’t know what to say in reply. Stunned, he watched his fathers hands hover over the wounded wolf, infusing chakra slowly, weaving through it to find every part of it that needed healing and then stitching it together without yarn or needle. Kakashi had always felt like learning healing techniques was a waste of time, that taking out an opponent fast was easy enough to avoid any healing being necessary, but watching his father now, hands carefully moving slowly while the wolf slowly seemed to regain his strength, it made him wonder if he should learn it too, at least a little.

Before he could understand right what had happened, the wound was sealed shut without a trace of it ever having been there had it not been for the blood in the wolf’s fur and to its feet. Sakumo lifted his hand to softly touch the animal’s ears. “Dogs are descended from wolves, you know”, he said and smiled at his son. “Don’t you think he looks a little like Pakkun when you scratch him?”

Kakashi nodded, his mouth slightly open in amazement. Yes, Pakkun was making the exact same face when Kakashi touched him at exactly that spot between the ears, like it was the most pleasant feeling to ever experience.

The wolf let out a quiet howl, more like a whine, as if he was trying to thank Sakumo for his help. “I’m glad you are doing better now,” Sakumo whispered as if he was directly talking into the wolf’s ear. “Try not to fight so heavily next time.” Then he got up.

“Time to go, Kakashi, I think we have done enough for today,” he turned to his son and offered him a hand. “You probably must be bored out of your mind by now, right?”

“No!” Kakashi replied instantly, “That was awesome, Dad!” He grabbed with his hands at his father’s pants again and was instantly lifted up as he always was after this motion. “I did not think you could tame animals like that!” His father had always been his hero, but today he’d absolutely turned into a superhero.

Sakumo laughed as if he was a little embarrassed and scratched his neck. “Well, as long as you remember that you should be kind to them, I think taming them is not the hardest.” He held Kakashi tight and jumped up into the tree tops to make their way back to Konoha faster than their way out.

Kakashi looked down to watch the wolf as they disappeared, see his black pearls of eyes follow them up into the trees and disappear. He lifted his hand to touch the white fang that was now swinging freely in the wind around his father’s neck.

“You can have it,” Sakumo said suddenly. Kakashi looked up: “You don’t want it anymore?”

His father stopped for a second so he could let Kakashi down on a thick tree branch. He took the fang off and put it around his son’s shoulders. “It was my good luck charm, but I don’t think I’ll need it anymore.” There was something weird about his smile that Kakashi only picked up much later. “I hope it will protect you as it protected me.”

With this being said he picked Kakashi up again and made their way back. The boy held the fang tight between his fingers all the way until bedtime.

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