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a year-in-review meme - for writers!

I thought up this writing meme for fic writers who might have been staring at the artists having their lovely and well-deserved collages of their work through the year - and wanted to join in the fun! also this works as a great reminder for those of you (and me) who’ve been thinking that they haven’t been writing as much as they want to, and allows you to go back to enjoy your old fic ;D

Rules: pick your favourite sentence from a work you posted / wrote during a month of 2020! if you didn’t write anything in any particular month, don’t worry! tell us what you were doing or use it as free space for runner-up sentences. after that, tag 8 people or more to do the meme!

I was tagged by the lovely @ladyxxdaydream so here is mine:

January:

Matchmaker - Kakashi/Iruka - I just love soft, established relationship for these two. Especially when they have a mischievous side.

On the way back to the living room, Kakashi grabbed him by the waist and pulled until Iruka was wedged between his legs and the table. "Are we going to tell him?" he questioned with a mischievous smile. He moved his hands to cup Iruka's ass, food apparently forgotten, and pressed his face against Iruka's stomach.

"Eventually. We can tease him a bit first."

Iruka felt the vibrations of Kakashi's chuckle against his abs, the warmth of his breath and the fingers pressing just barely on the cleft of his ass incredibly arousing. "You're evil," Kakashi said, approving. "I knew there was a reason I loved you."

"I thought it was because of my ass."

February:

Westeros Most Haunted - Jaime/Brienne - What can I say, I love horror stories.

They walked as quick as the darkness permitted, running there was as bad an idea as staying still, and clutched each other's hands. "This is the last time I'm filming without a full crew," she said, and as soon as she spoke there a single note began to play, softly at first but gaining volume the same as the noise had before.

She liked it even less than she had the noise.

Jaime's hand squeezed hers hard enough to hurt but she didn't complain. "Oh fuck," was all he said when a second note and then a third followed, then he was moving faster and pulling Brienne with him. "Run, Brienne, run!"

She did, she knew what song was beginning to play and she knew the doors would close when it did.

They didn't want to be trapped on this side of the door.

March:

Ghost in the Machine - Jaime/Brienne - WestWorld AU, because they made it too easy for me to go there.

"There is a war coming," Maeve said. Jaime wasn't surprised. There was always a war, somehow. That thing in Westworld the man had been talking about, the fear in his voice when he had spoken about it that Jaime had ignored at the time. "And I can't fight it on my own."

"Why me?" There had been so many like him, so many other hosts. Jaime knew about war, but only in his little place, in this little fantasy world someone had written for them.

Maeve could have chosen anyone to fight with her.

"Because you are like me, you fought your programing to get back to her the same way I always tried to get back to my daughter. If they hadn't closed this park, you would have eventually got there on your own, I just got you there faster." She handed him the tablet.

April:

D-Rank mission scrolls - Kakashi/Iruka - Iruka in sexy lady clothing, enough said.

Iruka thought about his options; he could run back home and hide under the bed, pack his belongings and flee the village in the middle of the night. Naruto would miss him but he'd always thought he'd make a pretty good missing-nin, though they'd probably send Kakashi after him and he'd die of embarrassment without even giving him a fight. He could also pretend there was nothing out of the ordinary with his attire, as if academy teachers usually dressed in sexy female clothes, apologize to Kakashi and knock on the next door, hoping this time it was Raidou's house. He could also murder Kotetsu for having such appalling penmanship, and the rest of his friends for not being where they should have been.

May:

In Vino Veritas - Kakashi/Iruka - Another of my favourite tropes, second chances

"I almost proposed, once upon a time." He downed his glass and refilled it, using the last of the second jar and signalling for a third. He was feeling the effects of the drink, his tongue loosening, but he didn't mind. Not if it was with Iruka.

Iruka's eyes sharpened on him. "You did? To whom?" There was something in his voice, curiosity and sadness and maybe some jealousy. It was that what made Kakashi think, fuck it, and throw open the can.

"To you."

Iruka closed his eyes as if in pain and downed his glass, refilling it and downing it again.

"I would have said yes." It was Kakashi's turn to drink to ease the lump in his throat. "Do you remember why we broke up?" he finally asked, as if the sake had given him the courage he needed for the question.

June:

The House on the side of the Road - Kakashi/Iruka - again, horror story. Tooke me over four years to finish, but it was worth it.

It was raining. Again.

It was the thing Kakashi hated the most about autumn. The rain, and the chill that settled in the air and made people's mood turn foul, and the fact that Umino Iruka had disappeared on a day not unlike this one, windy and chilly and rainy.

It had been a year since Iruka had failed to return from his mission, practically vanishing into thin air on the road between Ame and Konoha. That same road Kakashi was travelling through now. Kakashi could still remember everything about the day Iruka had been declared MIA, the search party that had been sent to Ame to look for either him or his body. They had returned empty-handed, shaking their heads and declaring Iruka had just vanished into thin air. Without a body, without proof of any attack on him, Iruka couldn't be declared dead. The conclusion, one that didn't sit well with anyone who had ever known him, was that he had deflected, gone rogue.

July:

This Above All - Jaime/Brienne - Jaime coming out as genderfluid with his own parade

That's not the main thing, though. Seeing it like that, hearing the same things Cersei used to tell him growing up has done for Jaime what years of therapy have not managed. He's spent years and thousands of dragons coming to grips with the fact that he's not a freak for feeling sometimes like a woman and wanting soft things for himself, but he hadn't yet found the resolve to take the last step to be fully himself in public and bring the wrath of Tywin over his head.

Now he's angry enough at the treatment of his nephew to get the heir of the Lannister empire, at least until Tywin sees this, on the front page of all magazines dressed as a woman on the pride parade. He has a plan, he's kind of constructed his career around this moment without acknowledging he was doing it, has put the money his mother let him towards his own architecture studio and other small-time investments. Small-time for a Lannister but enough that he doesn't have to fear being left without resources. And neither does his cousin.

Jaime's also contacted an old friend and knows there is a place in the Martell float for him, ensuring maximum visibility because Jaime can do nothing by halves; if he's going to set his life on fire, he wants a bonfire the Seven can see from the heavens.

August:

Just as Sweet (just as thorny) - Jaime/Brienne - Secret identities, second chances, competency kink. It has all my faves

Jaime shouldn't be doing this.

He's going to be fired or punched, more than likely both. It will be no less than he deserves, he's broken the one rule of his department and he was already on shaky ground with Selmy after the whole Baratheon operation fuckup. If this gets back to him, and he doesn't fool himself that it won't, Jaime's as good as out of a job and not even his family name can save him this time. At the very least he'll be reassigned to the fucking Wall unit, something Selmy has been threatening to do for years when Jaime becomes especially obnoxious.

He looks at Brienne, her blue eyes wide and filling with tears, her entire posture radiating hurt and shock and anger and he couldn't care less. If she forgives him and gives him another chance, Jaime will present his resignation himself.

"Jay?" Brienne asks, her voice lost in the din of the club but he's seen her mouth shape that name enough times he can hear her voice in his head, down to the break at the end.

He leans forward again. "Jaime, my name is Jaime."

That's when she punches him.

September:

Skin Deep - Jaime/Brienne - Brienne owns a strip club asn it’s the most oblivious person on earth.

"She shook my hand," Jaime moans into his drink while Pia and Hilda laugh at him. It's Brienne day off and Jaime is there, sitting in her club surrounded by her employees and friends and missing her. Maybe she's really not interested, though he's seen her looking and there have been times when she was blushing and looking at his mouth, that Jaime was convinced he could just lean forward and kiss her and she'd kiss back, then those moments pass and he's back to wondering if he really is so out of practice flirting that she's not realized yet. If she wasn't interested she would just reject his advances, wouldn't she? "You all suck as wingmen and Brienne is the most oblivious person on earth. What do I have to do, dance naked in front of her so she realizes I want her!"

He groans into his drink when he sees the look Pia and Hilda exchange. "That's an excellent idea, Jaime. Roz! Satin! Come here!"

Jaime looks from one to the other and shakes his head vehemently. "No way. I am not doing that."

Famous last words.

October:

Hollow - Jaime/Brienne - The FMA AU I am not writing (and I keep not writing). This one is not posted because it insists on being a multichapter and I refuseto post it until I have at least another chapter done.

"Another fool," a voice says, low and all encompassing, and Jaime turns in the direction it came from to find nothing but a vague shape of a person, almost like a cutout of lines in the whiteness except for deep red eyes and the biggest ruby ever where its throat should be. "Who are you looking for, fool? Lover or family?"

Jaime narrows his eyes at the speaker. "Neither," he says, because Brienne is almost one of those things, but he's never had the courage to examine which one. "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter, I've had many names since the beginning of time. I'm the World, and The Flames, and Truth, and Magic and Alchemy. I'm Everything and I am Nothing. " The eyes move past Jaime's shoulder and he turns to look, where there was nothing before now a huge door wreathed in flames stands. "And you, fool, are about to learn all I know."

November:

The Drowned Heart - Jaime/Brienne - an Old Guard AU where I make them suffer a lot.

Brienne pushes herself up on her elbows to see him better. "Will I see you again?" she asks instead of asking him to stay.

"Of course you will, wench, I don't think I can stay away from you forever." He looks at her with some chagrin. "I might kill you again when I do."

"I don't mind," Brienne says, it's the truth. "As long as you kiss me again when I come back."

Jaime closes the distance between them in two quick strides and kneels next to her, hands tangling on her head as he presses their lips together. This kiss is the kind she remembers, the kind they have shared a million times just because they could. It's gentle and sweet, a slow exploration of her mouth, his tongue probing and teasing, and so very arousing. He kisses her, and kisses her until they both run out of breath, and then puts their foreheads together and the look in his eyes is so full of love she wants to cry again.

"I will always kiss you again."

December:

The Prodigal Son - Jaime/Brienne - A view of a good future through the eyes of an outsider.

Spring had finally come to the Westerlands after the longest and harshest winter in memory, something Celys had not been sure they would live to see. The realm had been ravaged by war and cold and famine, too many people had died during that time, and even those living in Lannisport and the small towns surrounding Casterly Rock had felt the bite of hunger, something not even the Lannister gold had been able to keep at bay.

Now the snow had melted and the sun warmed them again, a new crop had been planted and there was a new Targaryen King in King's Landing, one with the blood of the dragons but raised as a northerner, and the Lord of Casterly Rock was his Hand.

And tagging @albatrossisland @ddagent @sdwolfpup @nire-the-mithridatist @scoundrels-in-love @wildlingoftarth @slipsthrufingers @angel-deux-writes and whoever else wants to do it!

#tag games #My writing #Jaime x Brienne #kakashi/iruka

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godaime-obito · 5 years

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my fill for @kakaobiweek2019 day 10: juubito

this one’s n-s-f-w fellas; a like to unofficially call it godaime-obito’s ‘the shape of chakra’

The world almost ended a few minutes ago. It may seem like he’s exaggerating, but it’s true. Undead Madara Uchiha, a plant monster/demon-thing, and various missing nin accomplices combined all the bijuu into one super bijuu aka the juubi, and then Madara was going to absorb it to… do something with it? Cast a moon genjutsu? Obito isn’t sure what they were doing. Madara explained it all in some monologue thing, but he stopped listening about a sentence in. It was boring. The plant-thing may have had completely different motives, but he tossed into through Kamui and into an empty pocket dimension, so that hardly matters anymore.

What does matter then? Well, in his effort to avoid Madara doing his moon thing Obito decided to just absorb it first. See him end the world then. Unfortunately, it was less like he absorbed it and more like he fused into it, and also it really, really hurt. Like he was disintegrated and reformed several times. On the up side, he does have cool claws and horns now.

The allied forces are just standing around and staring, seemingly confused about what to do. Obito fusing into a hybrid being with the juubi and then punting Madara away like he did the plant-thing is probably not how they envisioned this ending. It may seem a bit anti-climactic when you don’t have to go through the transformation process yourself. There’s a shift in the crowd and Kakashi pushes through and into his line of sight.

He stares when he first sees him before shrugging and very casually walking about to him. “Honey,” he says with more cheer than Obito thought any could muster at the moment, “the middle of battle is no time to bleach your hair white. Although, I understand if you wanted us to match.”

“Ha ha,” Obito deadpans. Mustering up his best imitation of Kakashi’s tone he adds, “I hope you’re ready to be a monster-fucker. At least you’re already pretty kinky, so this shouldn’t bother you.”

“Should I be bothered? The horns and claws are pretty sexy,” Kakashi jokes.

“No, you’re right. After years of suffering from severe scarring, I’m finally sexy,” he replies, “this is an upgrade.”

“You’ve always been sexy dear, but I will agree you are even more sexy now,” Kakashi says with a mischievous wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Kakashi-sensei,” Sakura’s voice cuts through the crowd, “I’ve told you a thousand times not to be a perv in public.”

“You’re so mean to me. What happened to my cute little genin?” Kakashi whines.

Obito’s only participated in one other war, but he’s sure this is the weirdest conclusion to one that’s ever happened. And he’s going to have to adjust all his clothes to fit around his…skin… things…tails??

“Are we done with this war now? I want to go home and find a shirt that fits over my weird flaps and pointy bits,” Obito complains.

“Yes,” Sakura insists, “you two should just go home. Try to work out...” -she waves her hand in Obito’s direction- “…that.”

Sakura doesn’t necessarily have the authority for that, but Minato-sensei isn’t anywhere to be found. She’s practically the next in charge, right? She’s the most responsible. Obito decides it’s good enough and carefully grasps Kakashi’s arm with a clawed hand before whisking them away with Kamui.

They land on their bed with a thump. “We should consider moving into our own house instead of staying in this apartment. I don’t think I’m going to fit well anymore,” Obito observes. His horns and tail-things and everything are pretty cumbersome.

“Well…” Kakashi says, in a tone that hints he’s up to no good.

“Well, what?” Obito demands.

“If we’re going to move out, we should have a sort of reverse-christening,”

“A what?”

“Like a going away event,” Kakashi explains, “a final fucking.”

“Sakura’s right; you are a pervert.”

“A least I’m not in public anymore,” he replies.

“Touché.”

Kakashi presses his hands to Obito’s white chest. Then he starts caressing then over him, inch by inch, feeling out all of Obito’s new features. It’s strange, different from being touched before but not in a bad way. Everywhere Kakashi comes into contact with tingles, like there’s a force under his skin that’s rushing up to meet his hands wherever he touches Obito.

“I suppose a going away event is only appropriate,” Obito finally relents and pulls Kakashi up with his clawed hands. He may draw a little blood in the process, but he’s still adjusting to this body. He’s not surprised. Kakashi yanks down his mask and slips off his clothes as he slides closer to Obito, who already lost most of his clothes earlier. He cuts his mostly shredded pants with his claws and tosses them away.

Obito presses their lips together roughly. They kiss aggressively, and he can taste a little blood on his tongue. Kakashi has a tendency to nick him, having a bit of fang from being a Hatake, but now Obito has even bigger ones. It doesn’t slow them down. As normal as he’s been trying to act, he’s a bit off center and hyped up from the juubi; there’s a frantic feeling under his skin and he desperately wants to wash it away with the feeling of Kakashi against him, in him.

Kakashi breaks the kiss first, gasping for breath with shallow panting. His eyes focus in on Obito’s spikes shoulders and upper chest. He presses his fingers against them, caressing his thumb against the side of one of the spikes. Obito can feel it, just the same as if Kakashi was running his fingers up his side.

“Will you turn over for me?” Kakashi says breathily and wets his lower lip slowly with his tongue.

Obito nods and flips over to lay on his stomach. A few of his spikes tear into the mattress. They won’t be taking this to their new house when they move. Kakashi quickly distracts him from that line of thought, running his tongue down Obito’s back. He nips at his back at spots, especially near the new spikes and tail-protrusions, which are surprisingly sensitive. He shudders, but the goosebumps he normally gets aren’t there. Does he not get goosebumps anymore?

Luckily, Kakashi doesn’t give him long to worry about what he may or may not be able to do anymore, before his tongue dips down further. He licks teasingly along Obito’s left ass cheek and he jerks when Kakashi gives it a light teasing bite.

“I’m going to start biting you back now that I have fangs too asshole,” he stutters out looking over his shoulder to glare. Any effect that may have had is diminished by his heavy breathing, and how red and heated he is.

“Did you say asshole?” Kakashi replies with a grin. Obito has an idea of where this is going and he shudders in anticipation as his cheeks are pulled slightly apart, and the tail-protrusions pushes to the side.

He gasps out wordlessly and rips lines through the sheets and mattress with his nails as Kakashi presses his tongue past the ring of muscle. The wet heat inside of him, the feeling of Kakashi’s mouth on his ass makes it hard to focus. He somehow feels even hotter, and the world seem to blur at the edges.

Kakashi thrusts his tongue in and out, stopping occasionally to lick broadly over his hole. Obito’s knees are trembling and he can feel heat race up his spine with every thrust in. He’s certain that his whole body is flushes; it must look odd with his new pallid white skin. If this keeps up he’ll come like this and that won’t do.

“Enough,” he gasps out and kicks at Kakashi with one leg. “Get on with it; lube up and get inside me,” he orders in between breaths. Kakashi pulls away to reach for the lube. Obito wants to face him for the rest. He turns himself over to lie on his back with his legs spread. His spikes puncture the mattress again.

Obito bites back a moan as Kakashi presses into him with the cold lube. The sharp contrast of it to his tongue heightens his awareness of the feeling. He clenches his eyes shut and throws his head back, no longer bothering to muffle his moans as Kakashi’s fingers press gently against his prostate. Obito’s cock is already leaking from the slit, spreading precum across his stomach when Kakashi pulls his fingers out completely.

He directs Obito to hook his legs around his waist as he lines up his lube-slicked cock. Kakashi presses into him gently and he can feel every inch of him sliding in clearly. He sheathes himself fully, resting lightly against Obito’s prostate and leans forward to kiss him. He whimpers into Kakashi’s mouth and further destroys the bed with his claws, desperate for more. Then he pulls almost completely out and slams back in fiercely, quickly taking on an aggressive rhythm, his fingers nails press against his hips as he thrusts, having difficulty getting purchase on his smooth white skin. Obito arches of the bed, overwhelmed at all the sensation. Kakashi’s bruising fingers grasping at him, Kakashi’s tongue thrusting against his, Kakashi’s dick slamming against his prostate over and over. It’s all just so much.

Tears leak out of the corner of Obito’s eyes as the world seems to fade out around him. The heat that’s been coiling in his abdomen overwhelms him and he cums in spurts as it ripples through him. He’s still trembling and panting raggedly when Kakashi stills, cumming in him with a low grunt. He pulls out gently, but doesn’t pull away from him at all. When Obito finally loosens and drops his legs from where they’d been desperately gripping his waist he leans forward and winds his arms around his neck.

Honestly, it’s horribly awkward; Kakashi doing his best to lay on Obito’s chest and hold him with all the points and spikes in his way, but after some minor finagling he manages just the same. Obito appreciates the persistence and effort. Despite everything Kakashi feels exactly the same. He reaches out and buries his fingers in his scalp, scratching delicately with his sharp nails. Kakashi lets out a content huff and Obito smiles feeling suddenly tired. He could probably get used to this. As long as he learns how to not destroy the mattress every time.

#kakaobiweek2019 #kakaobi #kakashi #obito #juubito #naruto #sakura #fanfic #my writing #lemon #i think the other tag i was using is blocked now too #so ill stick with the old fashioned warning

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so... then what would you do to change kakuzu as a character?

HEHE WELL gonna talk about what we couldve done with his character and development first. first of all, and i say this all the time, he should NOT HAVE DIED... like. he fought what was basically a suicide mission to kill hashirama the GOD of shinobi??? without earth grudge fear and SURVIVED, got betrayed by his village and stole the hearts of the elders, has 80+ years of experience as a shinobi and s rank missing nin, and kakashi and his teams just comes along and murks his ass ? in like no time flat which is FUUUCKED up first of all. if ANYTHING kakuzu should have been given redemption ...... he was willing to die for his village and when he came back alive, we was thrown in prison and had his trust betrayed so he killed for revenge.......... i can SMELL one of narutos speeches all over the place.... *kakuzu voice* my village betrayed my trust and punished me when i needed them most so i killed the village elders and defected to free myself from the broken system of the state *naruto voice* HES KINDA SORTA LIKE ME.. [swing flashback]

u shld also read this post abt him because i agree with ALL OF IT

the fight should have either ended with naruto giving this long drawn out ten minute speech about how kakuzu could be redeemed and that theyre friends and all that or kakuzu puts kakashi ten feet underground and uses his heart for one of his masks like. forreal kakashi just bores me now

as for what i would do change kakuzu as a character........hum......... i dont think i would do anything to him to be honest....... i love everything about him... his drive, his characteristics, his personality..... hes just. sexy like that i dont know what else i could do....... i do wish they couldve given us more lore about him.. like all we know vaguely is that he fought hashirama got betrayed killed elders all that and thats like. it......... what was he like during his time as a taki shinobi... was he still the same personality wise?? was he a funny guy with a bunch of close friends???? did he have a family? LIKE I HAVE SOOO MANY QUESTIONS...... DOES HE HAVE A LAST NAME? is he from a clan? jesus christ yknow! ive already invented a bunch of family history/name lore for him so it doesnt rlly matter to me that much anymore but like. he was such a cool character and as much as i find the whole ‘dark hidden past’ trope i think it wouldve been COOLER, in his case at least, that we were given more information..... u cant just throw a sexy shady character like him in and NOT expect people to want to know more aobut him....

i could have probably written this with more sense but like. im not thinking straight right now so. here...............................hm......

#this is probably incoherent as SHIT but like......... you know..... lmao...#anyway welcome to kakuzu wiki in MY canon lore (no rights to kishimoto fuck you die) he's from the banjaku clan #their kekkei genkai is that earth spear he uses sometimes #he had a bed ridden mother / father who worked outside the village and was never home / a younger sister (11)#let me go more in DEPTH PUHLEAAAASE ask me about kakuzu lore now

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sumigakure · 6 years

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Got That Fire Burning

To: @miss-fandoms-shakespeare

From: @sanjuno

Title: Got That Fire Burning

Rating: General

Wordcount: 1450

Prompt: Genman, Raido, Desk Chunin and Kakashi have a Dirty Dancing party during the late shift.

Warning/Notes: None.

Summary: Izumo gets bored easily. As ever, the greatest enemy of all ninja is paperwork. Izumo is dedicated to his war against boredom.

NRT: Got This Fire Burning

Sumigakure Winter Wishes 2017

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Konohagakure no Sato was a ninja village, and shinobi did most of their work under the cover of night. So the Village Hidden in the Leaves never really slept. There was always someone coming in to receive new orders, always someone returning from a mission that needed to make their report.

Still, there was an ebb and flow to any gathering of humanity. For all their training and the nature of their profession the ninja were still human, still creatures predisposed by nature to prefer a diurnal schedule. So the traffic in the Administration Tower slowed to a bare trickle during the deepest parts of the night.

No genin clamoring for the reams of D and C ranks. No chunin team leaders coming in for patrol routes or bandit activity reports. No Jounin dropping in to snap up the choicest missions.

Just the desk chunin, and the random tokubetsu Jounin stuck with the unenviable task of rating the most recent slew of assassination requests. Genma glared at the ‘to-do’ pile of scrolls at his left elbow, still stacked high on the desk despite him having been at it for almost six hours.

“This is bullshit.” Grumbling, Genma glanced sideways at his partner. At least Raido had stuck around to keep him company, even if the man was all but asleep in his borrowed desk chair. Although speaking of people in need of sleep… “Hey, Iruka! What the hell are you still doing here? Don’t you ever sleep?”

“Sleep is for the weak.” The Academy Instructor intoned with dead eyes, clinging to a coffee mug twice the size of his fists with grim determination.

“Welcome to paperwork hell.” Kotetsu droned with a weak gesture at the surrounding stacks of scrolls. “There is no escape, only ink. We file like men.”

Raido snorted, a half-assed chuckled escaping as he slumped deeper into his chair. Genma was supremely unimpressed with them all. This shit was why he had made sure to get a field specialty.

SOMEBODY CALL 9-1-1!

Izumo cackled unrepentantly as Raido nearly flipped two separate desks with his flailing scramble upright. Iruka shrieked in mortally offended outrage as his paperwork tower threatened to tumble down, and Genma spat his senbon across the room in sheer startled reflex.

“Hey!” Izumo frowned, radio held above his head to rescue it from Genma’s attack as it crooned SHAWTY GOT THAT SUPER THANG to a simple four-count beat. “Rude! I’m just helping us stay awake!”

“You’re an asshole!” Genma groaned, relaxing his shoulders by force despite the adrenaline jitters still making his heart beat far too rapidly for comfort. “None of us appreciate the heart attack!”

“Boo.” Izumo grinned as he put the radio back down on his desk. “So cranky. See, this is why I’m trying to help!”

“You’re bored and want to dance.” Kotetsu hip-checked Izumo out of the way as he walked by with a pile of completed files. “Don’t lie. We know you better.”

“Well it’s not like any of us can leave until the morning shift gets here.” Izumo pointed out with an engaging smile. “But a bit of exercise will wake us all up and help us keep focused! Also a non-destructive method of burning off extra energy!”

“So what you’re saying.” Iruka was suppressing his amusement admirably, hiding his smirk behind his gigantic coffee mug. “Is that you’ve gotten bored and want to dance.”

“Sage’s sake.” Genma rolled his eyes and leaned his hip against his desk, idly contemplating pulling out a new senbon. “This is what happens when you ignore your partner for too long, Kotetsu. His brains get all scattered.”

“You’re one to talk.” Kotetsu glared over his shoulder as he shoved the last file into place in the cabinets that held the morning assignments. “Mr. I’ve been married for two years but still won’t admit it.”

“Hey, let’s not get nasty.” Iruka cut in, glaring them all down with the crazy eyes of a man running on nothing but stubborn grit and medically unwise amounts of caffeine. “It’s late and we’re all tired.”

“It’s late and we need to wake up!” Izumo announced cheerfully as the first song came to a close.

A dryly-amused voice drawled ME NOT WORKING HARD? The opening continued and Izumo gave Kotetsu a comically smouldering look as he chimed in on the next line. “TONIGHT, I WILL LOVE-LOVE YOU TONIGHT.”

“Do we really have to got through this every time we work the late shift?” Kotetsu laughed good-naturedly as Izumo bounced on his toes while the beat picked up, nodding happily in answer.

“Fuck it.” Iruka stood up, chugging the rest of his coffee before thumping his mug down. Aoba whined comically as he was dragged out of his hiding spot by Iruka’s iron grip. Yugao grinned wickedly and shoved Hayate ahead of her while the rest of the desk ninja started making their way around the desks. “It’s not like it’s the first time. Might as well give in now before he starts trying to sing.”

Genma waggled his eyebrows at Raido with a salacious grin. “GRAB SOMEBODY SEXY TELL THEM HEY.”

“Hey.” Raido shook his head but they joined the small crowd of sleep-deprived shinobi currently turning the mission assignments room into a dance club.

CAN’T PROMISE TOMORROW, BUT I PROMISE TONIGHT.

Credit had to be given where it was due; Izumo knew how to wake up a room. No one was falling asleep anymore, and the atmosphere of cheerful competition over who could shake their booty better had cleared away most of the stress tension. Of course, being shinobi meant that things escalated fairly quickly.

“How the fuck does your spine move like that?” Genma tracked Izumo’s hips with a jealous glare as Raido snickered against the back of his neck. Asshole. It was a legitimate question!

“Practice!” The smug little dance addict was cheerfully reveling in his dirty dancing superiority. Just to rub it in, Izumo rolled his body and added extra wiggle just to see Genma glower.

“… Maa.” The laconic voice from the doorway made the desk ninja freeze in place. The music continued on unabated even as Hatake Kakashi cast a bland glance over the scene. “Have we started a new cardio regime?”

The stillness was thick with embarrassment, made worse when the intro for another upbeat, fast-paced song started playing. Why was there never a record scratch when you needed one? The universe was cruel and uncaring.

“I’d like to see you try to keep up!” Izumo cleared his throat to lose the squeak and pointed a finger at the masked jounin’s nose that shook on a little bit. “Bet you can’t do any better!”

TURN UP THE MUSIC LET’S GET OUT ON THE FLOOR!

Kakashi’s eyebrow crept up, breaking through the usual bored façade. Oh shit, Genma realized. No, Izumo, you fucker. Why did you challenge him?

I LIKE TO MOVE IT C’MON GIVE ME SOME MORE!

As the opening verse continued, Kakashi nodded thoughtfully. His ever-present book was tucked away, and the copy-nin sauntered the rest of the way into the room.

The desk ninja drew back instinctively as Kakashi swayed to a stop, silver head cocked to one side as he listened to the music.

‘CAUSE IT FEELS LIKE AN OVERDOSE! Feels like an overdose…

Kakashi’s arms went up, perfectly in time with the rhythm. A ripple flowed down the full length of his leanly muscled body.

EVACUATE THE DANCE FLOOR!

Jounin vest and bulky over-shirt hit the ground as the drums crashed. Kakashi had hooked them with an ankle and kicked up.

“Holy shit!” Kotetsu stumbled back, Kakashi’s discarded clothes hitting him in the chest with a heavy smack.

Genma was staring, because holy shit it was like a magic trick. One second Kakashi had been fully clothed, next blink Kakashi was down to his skintight sleeveless undershirt and armguards. Without going through any of the steps in between.

“… Damn.” Raido sounded impressed. As he should be. Stripping skills like that were to be admired. “You should see if Hatake’s willing to teach us that one.”

I’M INFECTED BY THE SOUND!

Izumo was grinning like a fiend, eyes bright as he stepped into Kakashi’s space. It was unusual for the chunin to have someone challenge him for the title of Dirty Dancing Champion. Kakashi tossed his head back, one visible eye hooded as he rolled bare shoulders.

STOP. THE BEAT IS KILLING ME!

The beat dropped, and much to the delight of the desk shinobi, so did the Copy-ninja. The crowd cheered as Izumo matched him, and they took it down low, low, low.

DJ baby, to the under ground.

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An Inconvenient Wedding:

Chapter 6: Dream of Memory

Following a hot shower, and a furtive release of Naruto’s infamous ‘Sexy Jutsu’ in the plum orchard, Kakashi found his three students asleep in Team Seven’s collective tent. Sakura had been given a painted paper screen for her privacy. Sasuke slept with his back to the room. Naruto was sprawled belly-up and snoring. He felt a pang of guilt as he divested himself of his gloves, flack jacket, tool pouch and shinobi boots. The path of ‘teacher’ was proving hard to resign himself to, after so many years of being on his own. He’d managed to dance around mentoring responsibilities for awhile, but, on observing this group’s obvious regard for one another during the “Bell Test”, something just...clicked into place. A gut feeling that had prompted him to finally accept the burden of sensei. They all had so much promise, and they had so much faith in him. He couldn’t let them down. “I promise to be a more attentive teacher tomorrow, guys...” he whispered, as he removed his forehead protector, and slid under the blanket of his cot. Had an overly relaxed attitude spoiled the teacher-student experience for Miriyume, he wondered, as his body succumbed to the little raptures of lying down after a long day. Would he leave these kids as embittered as she was? How exactly had her sensei failed her? Did they ignore her? Coddle her? Abuse her? It was difficult to imagine any of those scenarios. Shimogakure seemed to be a close-knit, amiable community. But something had happened to send her and her comrades wandering the known world. He began to dredge up every memory he’d had of her ninja village. There weren’t that many. The Land of Frost was a rugged frontier, rarely thought of by the Five Great Shinobi Lands. The Daimyo was renowned for its wealth gained through trade, and the shinobi village was famous for its exuberant passion in all things, be it battle, celebration, or...anything, really. The reputation had made Shimogakurans the butt of many jokes amongst the other established Lands, and sadly, this had served as his main source of information. But his actual time in Shimogakure had put some things into a clearer perspective. Yes, they tended to be loud and boisterous. Yes, they loved their drink. Yes, they sang and danced and had strange superstitions and customs, but they truly LIVED their lives, unapologetically. You couldn’t fault that. And their land....so mesmerizing, with such a mystical beauty, all its own. He’d gone there in the late winter on an Anbu mission, in search of a missing-nin. What he’d found had been beyond all his imaginings. It had begun with those sublime lights, dancing in the night sky as Team Ro emerged from the great forest that straddled the border between Hot Water and Frost. Azure and emerald ribbons of light seemed to beckon them into another reality... ...Memory blended into dream, as Kakashi drifted off into a blissful sleep... Team Ro’s target was an ex-ninja from Konoha who was rumored to have taken shelter in distant Shimogakure. On approaching the village, it became clear that they had arrived in the middle of a festival of some sort. No surprise there. This place was infamous for their love of celebration. Rarer was the day that didn’t have a party of some sort. The cold, crisp air carried the sounds of strange music, full of percussive rhythms and haunting, sonorous horns. And laughter. Most memorably, the laughter. The population of the village seemed to be divided between two locales: the village proper, and a nearby frozen lake, along the edge of a rather dramatic bluff. Kakashi decided to divide his team into two groups, and investigate simultaneously. He and Tenzo took the lake. The hypnotic music began to resolve itself into a more organized melody, and singers began to weave their voices into their instruments. This was yet another of the land’s eccentricities: an utter adoration of music. Tenzo gave him a quizzical look as a lone soprano began to dominate the quintet of musicians gathered by the lakeside. His life had been so sheltered in Root. Kakashi wasn’t sure if he’d been properly briefed on enough foreign culture... “Its said that Shimogakurans have a song for every occasion,” Kakashi whispered, as they waded their way into the sprawl of revelers, dressed in heavy wools and furs. “...an at least two drinks...” “And these are....shinobi?” Tenzo returned, regarding the laughing, smiling faces surrounding them. Their Anbu masks drew some curious double-takes, but no blatant alarm or resentment. That was something positive, he supposed. “I’m willing to bet a large percentage are,” he replied. “This village has put more emphasis on building alliances than keeping or stealing secrets. They are more apt to lend assistance than attack outright. Those policies create a very different kind of ninja...” “I see...” Tenzo acknowledged, as a rather amorous man chased a laughing woman past the two. “Then our target should stand out like a sore thumb.” “That’s my hope,” Kakashi answered, as he assessed the scene. “You go clockwise around the lake, I’ll go counter,” he instructed. As his team mate set off, he tugged his heavy cloak tighter around himself, and maneuvered his way to the lake edge, to get a better overall view of the people lining the shore, and the ice-skaters on the surface. Torches and festive, red lanterns supplemented the bright aurora, providing ample lighting as he paced soberly along the bank. He caught the heady scents of freshly baked gingerbread, roasting chestnuts and warm, spiced cider. Everywhere he looked, the camaraderie was enormously palpable; in their actions, words, laughter. Even their rough-housing. He could easily see the allure of this place. If only it weren’t so damned cold! And just what were these people doing out here on a frozen lake, anyway? Didn’t they have warm homes, or cozy indoor halls? Kakashi side-stepped another amorous couple, set to chasing each other from the icy surface, into the fluffy snow. The young girl tackled the man, and buried him halfway into a snow drift. He couldn’t help but smile a little at that. What were they celebrating, exactly? As his sharp eyes scanned the crowd for any answers, a streak of red, the color of imperial peonies, shot past the periphery of his left eye, trailed by an iridescent light. When he turned to see what it was, all thoughts of cold, food, mystery holiday or even mission fled his mind. She was exquisite. Pale, alabaster skin. Fiery long amber hair, tipped in scarlet. She was wreathed in a nimbus of iridescent light as she skated gracefully along the ice. Generous curves clad in the color of joy, and eyes that echoed the blue and green ribbons of light dancing above. Those eyes found his for a split-second, and his heart had to pause in response. Its next beat sent a tremor through his entire body, sending his chakra pathway system tingling. Then, with an impish smile, she glided back into the throng of skaters. “Hey, now! Wait your turn...” a friendly-sounding man chastised lightly, as he placed a hand on Kakashi’s surprised shoulder. “...There’s plenty for everyone. No need to rush the line!” Kakashi’s feet had kept moving despite his pleasant distraction. He had unconsciously cut in line at a makeshift, lakeside bar. “Say,” the man continued, scrutinizing his mask in obvious amusement, “You’re not from around here, are you...? I suppose I can forgive your over-eagerness this one time...” “My apologies, I’m not in line,” he excused hastily, as he returned to his lakeside prowl. A quick breath of cold air to clear his head. Mission first, he inwardly scolded. His quarry was a man of large build, ruddy skin, pale eyes, and a long, livid scar that ran from the corner of his right eye, to the bottom of his split chin. His ninjutsu focused on brute strength and earth techniques. His name was Kohai, and he had single-handedly brought down two remote ninja stations in the eastern part of the Land of Fire, and had nearly destroyed a third. Orders were, there was to be no fourth attempt. Kakashi scanned the crowd again and saw no one remotely like Kohai’s description. The only ruddiness around here was the growing ‘gin blossoms’ on most everyone’s noses and cheeks. The sharp scents of whiskey and sake were flavoring the air. Tenzo was suddenly beside him again. “I’ve seen no sign of our target, sempai,” he reported, as he patiently endured a slight jostling by a spirited gaggle of kids rushing out onto the ice. “Let’s make another circuit before meeting up with the others, just to be certain,” Kakashi returned. “Yes, captain,” Tenzo acknowledged, and headed off. Trusting the latest recruit to his team to scour the shore, he stepped onto the ice, taking care to focus his chakra enough to provide a good grip. The locals seemed to have taught themselves to form their chakra into a skate blade shape... A second later, Kakashi stood on chakra blades of his own, courtesy of his Sharingan. He skated to a spot on the center of the lake, and did a slow pan of the people gliding about him. Mostly people his age, involved in some strange game of cryptic tag. It seemed more of a dance, keeping a basic time with the music; people locking arms, spinning about one another. Launching people at each other, catching each other before they fell down. Small feats of competitive acrobatics...and suddenly, there she was again: The fiery-haired maiden in the crimson, heavy silk dress was skating in unison with a tall, swarthy-skinned man who spun her out in a death spiral with practiced ease. He then caught her in a recovery spin to absorb the momentum, and returned her to the ice. She then broke off to give another woman a try as she pirouetted into a group of much younger skaters. Her rich laughter chased away all feelings of chill in this stark, cold realm. Kakashi watched in silent wonder, studying the intriguing lady’s iridescent aura. That was chakra! She radiated it, effortlessly, it seemed. Two of the children latched onto her hands, and turned her into an anchor-point in their spinning game. Her heavy skirt flared out to buffet their safe descent back to the rink surface. Then they scattered abruptly, leaving her slightly dizzy and smiling. Kakashi regarded her from the safety of his Anbu mask, watching her aura ebb and flow about her. For some reason, he was unable to focus on much else when she was around. He felt firmly grounded...and yet, paradoxically exhilarated. He watched as she reached up to adjust the large, sable hat that she wore, just before a loud snap from the shoreline heralded screams of alarm, and the deep groan of large wooden barrels on the move. They both turned to see the large casks of Shimogakuran whiskey rolling out onto the frozen lake, buckling the thick ice with their massive weight. Kakashi sidestepped what had promised to be a painful collision with one of the kegs. Chaos erupted from the bank, as most of the skaters fled. People rushed forward to retrieve the huge casks, heedless of the swiftly cracking ice. Weirdly, the musicians seemed undaunted, continuing their song. The maiden in the red dress caught sight of a trailing cord, still attached to a slow-rolling barrel that had nearly made it all the way across the fractured rink before settling on its end. Without any hesitation, she skated after it, confident that she could save it. She took hold of the line, and wound some of its slack around her elbow, managing to halt its progress. Cheers from her skating comrades sounded from the safety of the shoreline, as she attempted to drag it back, digging in hard with her chakra skates, to no avail. Dissatisfied with the grip she had, she unwound the cord, and wrapped it harness-style over her shoulders and chest. Kakashi smiled at her tenacity, as she began to tow the unwieldy keg back toward its point of origin. “These people put too much importance on whatever’s in those barrels,” Tenzo commented in Kakashi’s ear. “I agree,” Kakashi admitted, as he watched the scarlet-clad maiden struggle with the weight of her burden. Her friends seemed to be unconcerned, and even laughed at her lone plight...until the ice cracked again. Enough damage had been done to the surface to send a huge chunk of ice plummeting off the far edge of the lake, over the bluff. The remaining floes heaved to make up the sudden difference. The abrupt backward motion tugged the maiden’s barrel with enough force to send it back onto its side, and it began rolling off toward the cliff’s edge. The maiden was yanked violently off her feet, and drug with it. “Miri-chan!” someone screamed, as she struggled to untie herself from the dangerous anchor. His famed reflexes had Kakashi leaping to the large floe that the maiden was struggling to find purchase on, just as the barrel went over the cliff. With a flash of his katana, he severed the thick cord that would have drug her to, at the very least, grievous injury on the icy boulders below the natural falls. He then fielded her to a firm stop, and helped her to stand, as the impact of the barrel on the rocks thundered its demise. “Thank-you, stranger,” were her first words to him, as he helped her unwind the cord that bound her. “That’s not how someone is supposed to die of whiskey...” “You’re...you’re welcome...” he returned, winding the cord up and subconsciously tucking it into his tool pouch a second before a small mob of her friends assaulted her from behind, and sent her flying into him with their momentum. He caught her against his chest, feeling a new, heady warmth flood into his being. She smelled of amber and wild roses. “Miriyume!” a slightly feral-looking peer with the red fang-stripes of the Inuzuka Clan on his cheeks called out, grabbing hold of her. “Are you alright?!” “Yes, yes,” she returned, as he pulled her into the group embrace of a few others. “No thanks to your laughing!” “What were you thinking, Miri-chan?” another young lady chided. “Those barrels weigh a ton!” “I’m thinking that there’s going to be some hung-over fish in the river tomorrow...” Miriyume glanced over toward the bluff edge, then returned her eyes to her mysterious rescuer. “...and a new, valuable acquaintance made tonight. What’s your name, stranger?” Her blue-and-green eyes sparkled slightly, as she noticed his Sharingan. “I am...Yurei,” Kakashi returned, attempting to keep all emotion out of his voice, as he gave his Anbu codename. “You seem solid enough to me,” Miriyume smiled impishly, one side of her full, dark rose lips hitching up higher than the other. “Now, remove that mask so I can kiss my rescuer...” She said it so casually! Caught between desire, shock, and duty, he stood motionless, as she moved closer. As she began to raise a hand to unmask him herself, he took a prudent step backward. Another man grabbed her shoulder. “Miri-chan...” its owner, a tall, stocky young man, the one who had been skating with her earlier, cautioned: “He’s an Anbu agent...with special ops. They don’t take off their masks.” Kakashi inwardly sighed, as Tenzo began to hover in the area behind him. “Then how am I supposed to thank the man who saved my life?” Miriyume demanded. “Tsugei gave me a half-eaten dango, and I kissed HIM!” “Kiss the mask...?” the other girl suggested. “I don’t kiss masks!” Miriyume fumed. “Then words will have to suffice,” the tall one determined. Miriyume stood toe-to-toe with Kakashi, and peered hard up into the eye holes of his dog mask, scrutinizing his odd-colored irises. “I find it hard to trust masks....I don’t like pretension,” she confessed openly. “Pretense is my life as a shinobi,” Kakashi returned. “But not mine....” Miriyume riposted, as the ice began to shift and grate again. “This lake is shot,” the Inuzuka declared, as he grabbed hold of his attendant ninken before it tipped a fragmented floe. “Let’s find our fun elsewhere!” “Thank-you, Yurei,” Miriyume concluded with a polite bow, then was whisked away by her friends. Tenzo approached his Captain. “What happened, sempai?” “What?” Kakashi snapped back to cold reality with a sudden shiver as he watched the kunoichi in the red dress effortlessly navigate the hazardous ice with her companions as easily as rabbits frolicked through open meadows in spring. “Um...nothing. Have you seen any trace of our target?” “I have not, sempai,” Tenzo returned. “If he is here, he must be in the village.” He caught his senior team mate’s eyes regarding the retreating figures of the group of skaters again, as they romped along the snow-packed road leading into Shimogakure. “Their boundless energy must be a way of combating the cold up here. I hope this Kohai is as miserably frozen as I am...” He punctuated this with a sneeze. “Let’s find the others...” Kakashi directed, turning on his headset as they started toward the village. The target had been found. He was in the village, posing as some harmless fur-trapper from the wilderness between Kumogakure and here. He’d shown up a few months ago, calling himself ‘Moeru’, and was renting a room at the local inn. But his scar, and the cruel glint in his eyes had been dead give-a-ways to Konoha’s best trackers. “I’m afraid he may have taken notice of our presence here,” the Anbu agent known as “Neko” reported, as she walked with Kakashi and Tenzo through the merrily riotous streets of Shimogakure. “He’s making it a point to stick to the crowds now...” “Catching him alone will be impossible,” Tenzo lamented. “Until things wind down...” “The party never seems to stop up here,” Neko commented, as a drunken reveler stumbled into her and gave her a hug as apology. “I think I heard a rumor about drinking contests being a formal part of their shinobi training,” Kakashi chuckled, as he observed the mad whirl of festivity surrounding them. The musicians from the lake had joined up with others, and had set up in the village’s main square. Dancing and horseplay abounded. Nearly everyone had a drink in their hand... “Tori?” Kakashi spoke into the headset that they all wore, “Where is the target currently?” “Still hiding in the crowd....here in front of the sake bar,” he promptly answered. “You’re going to have to be more specific....” Neko laughed, seeing sake literally everywhere. “South of the main square....in a crowd gathered two shops down...on your right. He’s aware of us, and spooked. No doubts,” Tori returned. “Then we’ll have to ‘collect’ in front of witnesses. Can’t be avoided,” Kakashi lamented. “Everyone, close in. Slowly. We need to employ the utmost caution.” “Perhaps the crowd’s presence will temper his reaction somewhat,” Tenzo hoped aloud. “This man brutally murdered over a dozen shinobi, along with whatever civilians that happened to be in the way,” Kakashi reminded. “Don’t count on it.” While crossing through the main square, they passed a circle of people, with a blindfolded woman standing at center. She was spinning counter to the ring of people while chanting something. Suddenly, she reached out, grabbed a man’s face, and kissed it ardently on the mouth. “Is it...Kenjuro?” she asked her smiling victim. Laughter and cheers erupted as the man returned her kiss. “What’s with the ‘kissing games’ around here?” Neko asked. “I’ve been seeing this kind of stuff all night...” as a random man placed a garland of light purple roses on her head, then stumbled off, in search of more targets for his floral gifts. “I’m not sure,” Kakashi admitted distractedly, as he thought back to Miriyume’s offer on the shattered ice. “I believe it has something to do with this celebration,” Tenzo offered, admiring his comrade’s rose crown. “But it seems harmless enough....” A loud crash sounded up ahead. A man lay sprawled over a broken pile of what used to be a wooden bench. He’d only narrowly missed landing on a pyre. Despite the damage, everyone, including the mildly injured man, was laughing. It was Kakashi’s first encounter with Iron Chest Grappling. “These people are crazy!” Tenzo exclaimed, as the latest challenger was helped back up and dusted off. “They’re so busy brawling with themselves, that our own actions may go unnoticed!” “Perhaps,” Kakashi smiled, as he caught sight of their quarry. Kohai was standing amidst the spectators of this strange...sport, drinking deeply from a large ceramic bottle labeled “whiskey”. Good. With any luck, his skills would be dulled by the infamously strong spirits that flowed so freely here. His signature Lightning Cutter technique might even seem unsporting... “Is everyone in range of the target?” Kakashi whispered into his headset. Neko and Tenzo nodded. Tori and Usagi replied in the affirmative. “Then move in, Heaven-and-Four-Wind formation...” As Kakashi, Tenzo, Neko and Usagi closed in on the ground, Kohai threw a strong arm around a passing girl, forcing the Anbu quintet to freeze in their tracks. “So...” Kohai began, giving Kakashi a victorious scowl, “...How does a lonely guy like me go about getting a pretty girl like you to kiss him?” “He can lay off the garlic...for starters...” the girl returned, obviously not enjoying his attentions. “Well, that’s not very nice!” Kohai censured, drawing her in tighter. “What happened to all that ‘Shimogakuran hospitality’?” “It ran away...on account of your breath!” the girl protested, struggling against his vice-like grasp. “Neumi...?” a familiar voice called out of the press of people. “Is everything okay...?” “Miriyume!” the girl exclaimed in obvious relief. “He won’t let go!” Dammit! “Everyone, hold position!” Kakashi hissed into the headset, as he inched closer, slipping past all the others who had stopped to watch this sudden drama play out. Miriyume was standing imperious, arms folded across her chest, her jewel-tone eyes narrowed menacingly in annoyance. Her chakra aura was ablaze. She was flanked by two of the young men who had been skating with her earlier: the Inuzuka, and the tall, swarthy one. “I suggest you release her,” she advised Kohai frostily. The missing-nin chuckled lewdly: “Only if you show me a little...geniality of your own, in return.” In half a heartbeat, Miriyume had drawn a double-edged jian from....somewhere, and had cut the crude laces on Kohai’s fur cloak, causing it to fall from his broad shoulders. “Take off your coat and stay awhile...”she smiled wickedly, as she rested the sword’s blade against her right shoulder. “How’s that?” Kakashi rushed forward to stand between Miriyume and the Anbu mark. Kohai was not a man to taut so casually. “Lady Miriyume! Please allow us to take over now,” he pled. “So...you Anbu curs have finally found me,” Kohai sneered, shifting his grip on the girl. “I was beginning to wonder if I’d been forgotten.” “Let go of Neumi!” Miriyume demanded, “Or I’ll alleviate you of the arm that holds her!” Her opalescent aura flared brighter as she surged chakra into her ivory-white sword, causing most to squint. The crowd had prudently withdrawn somewhat in deference to the kunoichi. Kakashi had to admit, she had a sublime kind of anger... “You’re bold,” the missing-nin chuckled. “I almost believe you, you backwater harpy!” he taunted further, as he tightened his hold on the hostage and began to force his way through the crowd. Miriyume’s chakra flared even stronger, and began to make the air around her hum. “Oh, I’ll MAKE you a believer!” she roared, as she struck her sword into the ground and performed a sequence of strange hand jutsu that even Kakashi couldn’t follow, as her comrades readied their own weapons: a pair of kukri for the Inuzuka, and an iron-banded rokushakubo for the other. “Shimogakurans....scatter!” Miriyume directed, and announced her jutsu: “Wintermist jutsu!” The air was suddenly filled with a dense swirl of snowflakes, greatly reducing visibility. “Dammit!” Kakashi swore into his headset. “Tori? What do you see from above?” “The target has cleared the snowy mist, but he’s not alone,” Tori reported, leaping along the rooftops nearby. “He still has his hostage?” Neko pressed. “...and a pursuer...or three...” Tori answered. Kakashi growled his frustration. This was getting messy. “Converge and kill target!” he ordered, as he raced through the snow and mist. At least the innocent bystanders had heeded Miriyume’s demands, and had cleared the streets. It was one less thing to worry about. Kohai was a monster, reputed to have abandoned all empathy before becoming a genin. He tore lives apart as an amusement. He shuddered to think of what could be happening at this very moment. As he exited the frosty fog, he braced himself for the worst. Broken bodies in the snow. Kohai gone. Miriyume’s blue-and-green eyes growing dim and distant.... He was pleasantly surprised. Her team—and they HAD to be a team—had deftly contained Kohai inside a tight, ever-weaving circle of fluid movement. It was like a ballet: even the Inuzuka’s ninken was in perfect sync. “Let her go already, scumbag!” the Inuzuka growled, taking a swipe at Kohai’s arm with a kukri, as Miriyume dared a simultaneous slash with her sword at his knee. She scored a glancing cut to his calf. “I’ll get you for that, princess...” Kohai swore, rounding on her. “Not a princess...a priestess,” Miriyume corrected, as she swung a surprising uppercut slash towards his chest to keep him at bay. She managed to nick his cleft chin before he slapped her weapon from her hand. Kakashi was suddenly between them, and delivered a solid punch to Kohai’s chest that sent him hard enough to the ground to send snow flying. Team Ro surrounded them. “This man is listed in the Black Ops Bingo Book,” Kakashi informed the tempestuous kunoichi and her team. “Let us handle this.” “Ooh....” the Inazuka seemed to brighten. “Does he have a big price on his ugly head?” “His history...or his bounty, isn’t the point here!” Miriyume fumed. “My only concern is Neumi! And I’m not about to entrust her safety to some...deviant troupe of kabuki actors!” The Inuzuka laughed. Tori gasped. “How....dare you!” Neko hissed. “We are special forces ninja!” Kakashi was utterly blown away by her sheer, fearless nerve. Did nothing phase her? “Heh,” Kohai, standing under the guard of six weapon users and a ninken, chuckled. “Those masks are pretty ridiculous, aren’t they?” “Shut up!” Miriyume spat back. “Don’t agree with me, you pathetic excuse for a trapper! Your methods are sloppy, and you leave good meat out to rot. You are, without a doubt, the worst hunter to ever trudge through our village! Now, let Neumi go, before I really get angry!” With a dramatic upswing of her empty hands, her forearms were instantly wreathed in iridescent arcs of electricity. Kakashi’s eyes widened in shock. What was this jutsu? She had tapped into her vast, ambient chakra to fuel a lightning jutsu very similar to Chidori. But instead of the high, bird-like chirping of his own Lightning Cutter, hers was accompanied by a low, almost sub-sonic thrumming that reverberated in his marrow. Without any conscious thought as to why, he activated his Lighting Cutter in response. Miriyume had a split-second to look offended before a most inconvenient thing happened: With a force like an electromagnet, his right hand, which held the Chidori, and her left hand, because it was the closest to him, were drawn together so powerfully that Miriyume was drug through the snow to slam into his chest. For a brief moment, both experienced a profound rush of eldritch energy that left them feeling euphoric, and far too vulnerable. Out of fear, Miriyume doused her lightning jutsu, and drew a shaky breath. Kakashi did likewise. The crack of a bo staff against Kohai’s thick skull stole everyone’s attention, as Neumi was pulled free of the missing-nin’s grasp by the Inuzuka. “What the hell was that?!” the Usagi demanded of his captain, as the bo staff user stepped over Kohai’s fallen body to better regard his team mate’s strange predicament. The long red scarf of the odd-eyed Anbu agent had wound itself around the two of them on impact, lashing them together in an awkward embrace. “I’m...not sure,” Kakashi admitted, regarding Miriyume’s equally puzzled face, which was still right below his own. “What did you do?” “What did YOU do?!?” Miriyume retorted, as she struggled to put some polite distance between them. All she could manage was to challenge his ability to keep them both balanced. “You ruined my Storm Gauntlet Technique!” “‘Storm Gauntlet’?” Kakashi echoed, fighting to keep them both standing, “Are you a lightning affinity...?” “Obviously!” Miriyume answered, as her frustrated fidgeting landed them both in a heap “Now, would you release this weird scarf jutsu already?!?” as she lay in defeat against his grey body armor. “I don’t have a weird scarf jutsu...” Kakashi defended calmly, as he looked up into the combined circle of faces of Tenzu, Tori, and Miriyume’s friends as they bent over them. “Not that he’s admitting, anyway!” the Inuzuka laughed, as he reached down to help the kunoichi to her feet. He was rewarded with an alarming zap of static electricity that caused him to shriek and jump back. “It must have been some magnetic side-effect of your lightning jutsus in such close proximity...” Tenzo theorized aloud. “Its never happened before,” Kakashi peevishly countered. “And I’ve worked with many lightning users.” The warmth of her body on his was immensely comforting, despite the snowy bed... “Well, our Miri-chan is one-of-a-kind,” the tall bo staff user smiled, as he effortlessly lifted the both of them to a standing position once again. “Our target is unconscious and secure, Captain,” Neko reported. “And although he is listed in the Bingo Book, I believe Intel would be much more impressed if we were to deliver him alive.” “Agreed,” Kakashi declared, as he continued to regard Miriyume up close. “Your teammate is very skilled with a bo staff. Most can only seem to kill with a such a weapon.” “His gentleness is his strength,” Miriyume returned, as the others began to peel away the offending scarf in cautious, crackling turns. “That was almost a surgical attack,” Neko complimented, examining the slight bruising on Kohai’s crown. “If we’re quick, we probably won’t even need to use tranquilizers...” “Heh....” the bo staff user began, as he helped to unwrap the stubborn scarf. “Sounds like most of Gek-kun’s dates...” “That’s just rude, Earthquake!” the Inuzuka shot back. “But not as rude as this guy and his pervy scarf!” as he became frustrated with the stinging static. “I don’t get it...” catching Kakashi’s eye, “First, you refuse her kisses...now you demand her hugs... Make up your damn mind!” “I didn’t refuse!” Kakashi defended. “You didn’t agree, either,” Miriyume concluded. “Which is as good as a refusal around here. And on this night, in particular,” as Tenzo managed to loosen their bindings. In reality, Kakashi had once again excused his timidity with duty. Anbu agents did not remove their masks, ever. Especially in foreign territory. They were soon liberated from the scarf, and once again, parted ways. But this was a dream. And dreams denied reality. As she began to slip the rough silk bonds, he wrapped one free arm around her, and removed his mask with the other. “Then, kiss me, Miriyume,” he demanded, as his fellow agents gasped. “I’ve bound myself to the rules all of my life, but for you, I’ll break a few.” “Only a few...?” she teased, as her hands on his chest migrated past his collar, up his neck, over his cheeks, and ploughed into his sterling silver hair. She pulled his head down toward her burgundy hued lips, but stopped a mere breath short of connecting, and whispered: “I don’t kiss masks...” In complete defiance of all his instincts before meeting her, he reached up and yanked down the offending cloth that had hidden his face from everyone else for so long. He then covered her lips in hungry, passionate attrition. And she was forgiving him, kissing him back with every ounce of ardent ferocity. Perhaps more. Her hands were around his waist now, drawing him closer than the scarf had. The air around them crackled, as their chakra natures tugged at one another, playfully lacing into one another.... She tasted like sun-warmed strawberries... He felt a touch on his shoulder that he knew didn’t belong to her, and he immediately stepped away from it. The touch became a tapping, and he slapped it away. “Come on, now,” a voice was saying. “We’ve got to be going...” He saw hands reaching out to pull Miriyume away, and he clutched her harder against him, refusing to let go of this moment. “Leave her alone! Stop grabbing me! Why are you tearing us apart?!?” he raged, as the hands kept grabbing and pulling, getting stronger and more insistent. “Kakashi!” Miriyume pleaded, as her team mates tugged harder. “No! Don’t take her away from me!” he screamed. “Kaka-sensei!” Suddenly, it was all gone. The snow. Team Ro. Miriyume. Replaced with the inside of a roomy tent. Naruto and Sakura laying in a pile across the room, and Sasuke with a death-grip around his waist, as he lay on an overturned cot. “What....just happened?” Kakashi was almost afraid to ask. “You were dreaming,” Sasuke answered. “And Naruto tried to wake you. Then you grabbed him.” “I...did?” checking suddenly for his half-mask, which was still in place. He sighed in relief. “Yes, you DID!” Naruto returned hotly, obviously annoyed. “You nearly squeezed the life out of me!” “Then you started screaming,” Sakura added, looking a little rattled. “Do you suffer from night-terrors...?” “What–what was I screaming?” Kakashi gulped. “Something about a girl....and being ‘torn apart’...?” Sasuke answered. “What kind of nightmares do you have?” “Well...I...” A soft knocking at the entrance spared him explanation. “I heard yelling,” Hokage Hiruzen announced. “Is everything okay in here?” “My apologies, Hokage-sama,” Kakashi stood and bowed in respect. “It seems that I was suffering from a bad dream of some sort....” “Not those again,” Sarutobi sighed. “No. A different one,” Kakashi insisted. “Hmph,” Hiruzen huffed. “Well. Whatever it was, set it aside, and join us for breakfast. The cooking-nin have outdone themselves.” Naruto raced outside. Sakura and Sasuke gave their sensei varying looks of concern, then joined their team mate. Hiruzen lingered by the door, an expression of clear unease on his aged face. “Are you sure you’re okay, Kakashi?” “I’m as okay as I can be.” “Is it this wedding?” The look on Kakashi’s face was pure panic. “I...uh...” “...Don’t get assigned to too many weddings, I know,” Hiruzen factored kindly. “But this one is...different.” “Its–“ ”It’s a diplomatic undertaking, with the potential to cement good relations with a Land that has largely tried to remove itself from the rest of the world. And what benefits the Land of Frost, will in turn benefit many other lands as well, due to Shimogakure’s extensive network of alliances. Ours included.” “Do all of the Land of Frost’s many accords and treaties involve a bride?” Kakashi derided. Hiruzen chuckled slightly. “Until now, no. Its an unusual tactic, but these are unusual circumstances.” There was something more in the old man’s eyes. Something he was reading in his own. Something Kakashi couldn’t bear to admit, and something else that Hiruzen wouldn’t share. “So this ‘union’ is a loveless one? Based solely on diplomatic interests?” he was gnashing his teeth beneath the cover of his mask. “Many marriages, especially between foreigners, often are,” the Hokage stated. “Hardly romantic, but much is sacrificed in the interests of peace.” “Perhaps too much...” Kakashi intoned somberly. Hiruzen saw the pain, and it cut him in turn. This man had suffered so much, always in private. Now here he was, clearly wanting relief, and his hands were tied against it. Sarutobi sighed. Hold fast, Kakashi. You are needed here. “Tomorrow’s ceremony will be an act of goodwill that promises to usher in a new age of better relations with the Land of Water, for us all,” Hiruzen repeated, not knowing what else to do. “And the Land of Fire has been asked to witness and guard these rites, by the Lady Ice Flame herself. Let’s not disappoint her.” With that, the Hokage took his leave.

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