The Weight of the World
The story Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura weave is entirely unbelievable. They don’t offer names or timeframes, don’t toss about accusations, but their meaning is clear regardless. Clear and impossible. They don’t say it outright but they don’t need to. Time travel is distinctive enough on it’s own. It also doesn’t exist. To manipulate time to that degree would be hubris. Even the Hiraishin teeters on the edge of the natural and unnatural worlds. It’s near instant transportation, after all, and that requires the user to dabble in time itself.
What the three before him are implying, however, is that they pulled themselves back through time before their own births. They would have nothing to tie themselves to this time and so they shouldn’t have been able to time travel. Sakura catches his gaze and he can tell she’s serious in her claims, just as her teammates are with theirs. She tilts her head into the slightest nod.
"We didn’t make the seal on our own," she says and her quiet voice cuts through the argument most of the rest of the room has dissolved into like a hot knife through butter. "I don’t think we could have. Naruto has a talent for fuuinjutsu like most of his family but he was never taught to create seals, to use that talent. Sasuke and I have skilled that lie in different areas." Tobirama’s lips twist and he itches to deny what the pink-haired medic is saying. What she’s going to say.
"How did you do it, then?" Izuna asks, slow and dangerous. He’s figured it out at well. Madara and Hashirama- they just look lost. They haven’t been watching the trio, though, not like Tobirama and Izuna have. They’ve been on the outskirts of this mess and now they’ve been drawn in only because their time traveling guests wanted them to. Sakura rocks back on her heels, humming low in her throat. Sasuke and Naruto seem content to let her have the lead.
"We found the basis for the seal. It was half-finished, made by a man who knew where it all went wrong and wanted it changed, fixed. The Nidaime never had the chance to finish or to use it but we stumbled across it and we were far more determined than our enemies gave us credit for. Far more desperate. The seal took too much chakra for even an Uzumaki Jinchuuriki to activate. Too much even for three chakra tanks. Luckily, there were five of us. A Hokage with nothing to preside over, a medic with no one to heal, a man who got his revenge and found himself all the worse for it. Our sensei, broken and jagged from a lifetime of betrayal and loosing those closest to him. A man who saw the ending his action wrought and realized that it wasn’t worth it. Nothing was worth that ending." Sakura shrugs delicately.
"We’re here to ask for help," Naruto says, quieter and more somber than Tobirama has ever seen him. "To save the world. To save Konoha."
"And how would we do that?" Madara asks suspiciously, as he should. The trio of impossibilities exchanges a long, darkly amused look.
"Prepare your strongest attacks?" Sasuke offers with a sharp grin, his one visible eye spinning into the mangyekou sharingan. Tobirama tenses, rolling forward on his toes so he could easily stop whatever attack is coming. The attack, of course, doesn’t come from anyone he expects. Instead, the air twists, and a half-black, half-white plant person that looks almost like an aloe vera (or a Venus flytrap, he thinks, remembering Naruto’s words from earlier) is dumped into the center of the room. He, like any sane shinobi, immediately attempts to drown it with a Water Dragon. At the same time, Hashirama tries to rip the creature apart with mokuton. His water is soon replaced by fire- both regular and Amaterasu. Someone is screaming and Tobirama punches Izuna on principal. There’s a miniature explosion that doesn’t destroy the Hokage’s office only because of the many, many seals on the room. The room is also charged with electricity and Tobirama realizes that it’s really too small of a room for seven people (nine- where did the one-eyed Uchiha and Hatake pair come from?) to collectively attack a sentient plant. A plant planning world domination, if Naruto, Sakura, and Sasuke are to be believed.
As suddenly as the chaos started, it comes to a stop. The room is strangely silent in the absence of screaming and jutsu being thrown about. There is a soggy blackened char in the center of the room that used to be some sort of living creature. They all watch the charbroiled pile for a moment before Naruto laughs shakily.
"Well that was easier than I- HOLY FUCK IT TWITCHED!" He shrieks, voice reaching impressive octaves. Naruto, Sasuke, Madara, and Hashirama proceed to attack again, despite the fact that the ‘twitch’ was just the charcoal crumbling. The screaming from earlier was apparently a joint effort between Madara, Hashirama, and Naruto, one that they resume now. Sakura sighs, or Tobirama assumes she does, he can’t hear her, pinching the bridge of her nose in exasperation. Tobirama understands the sentiment, glowering at the four idiots, two of which are his. The second attack settles and what was charcoal is now a very tiny pile of fine ash. It’s hard to believe the pile was once at all a human-sized sentient plant creature.
"Are you done?" Tobirama asks. Hashirama smiles wobbly, looking like he’s on the verge of tears.
"J-just as long a-as it doesn’t t-twitch again." Tobirama finds himself exchanging a glance with Izuna, which he never would have though possible a year ago. The Uchiha heir gives the pile of ash a doubtful look.
"I don’t think it can twitch, even if it wanted to," he remarks dryly. Tobirama snorts.
"It’d be a bit impressive, actually," he agrees, apparently much to Hashirama and Naruto’s horror. The door creaks open and Hashirama’s assistant pokes his head in, shaking like a leaf. Everyone turns towards the poor man and Tobirama realizes, rather suddenly, that they never activated the silencing seals.
"I-i-is everything a-alright?" The man squeaks out. Then, without warning and before anyone can respond to the poor assistant, Izuna turns and swipes his legs out from under him and he lands on the floor with a crash. He blinks up at the Uchiha heir before shrugging as best as he could while on the ground.
"Fair enough," he says agreeably. The assistant faints.
Part 7
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hey, what's your thoughts about kakairu?
I used to really love this ship! I think they're sweet together. And I also like how their dynamics can really showcase how much of a BAMF Kakashi is (I love the stories where Iruka and his friend are bemused by crazy Jonin antics, and also fics where Kakashi goes all out protective over Iruka or gets super injured from dangerous S-rank missions) or how poor Kakashi's mental health is (love a good dose of character analysis via angst and romance) or how silly Kakashi is (teasing Iruka by the mission desk and watching him become super pissed off <3<3). Also, this is the biggest Kakashi ship on ao3 so unsurprisingly there are lots of AMAZING fics and authors (in particular ily author flailinginlove, and there was this one story called The Bingo Book that wormed its way into my mind that I doubt I'll ever forget).
But I read this ship mostly when I was just getting into the fandom and didn't know Shippuden very well; Kakashi and Iruka were basically the only adults I could remember from original Naruto, so it was natural to ship them together. As I started to watch Shippuden and read more fics I became way more interested in Kakashi's dynamic with Obito (and later Yamato). So I don't tend to seek out this ship much anymore. But I still think they're cute!
Also fun fact, the first Nart fic I wrote was kakairu - I abandoned it at 40k when I got distracted by Kamui Blues... :D
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On the topic of how Sakura acted in the Land of Waves, I would like to say this:
She reacted like any NORMAL 12-year-old would in the face of violence and death. You have to remember that, unlike Naruto and Sasuke, she did not grow up knowing tragedy or violence. She knew what was expected of a shinobi, but this was the first time she was away from home and the first time that she witnessed violence. If she were any other 12-year-old, we would be saying her reaction was normal to see her friend "die" and not be able to do anything for it.
She gets a lot of flak, and yes, was she more worried about love in the beginning?? Yeah, she was. But that is not entirely her fault; that has a lot to do with how Kishi writes females and the damsel in distress trope, but that is another topic entirely.
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The Weight of the World
"Senju-sama? Uchiha-sama?" Sakura Haruno asks, as sweet and innocent as she can manage. Tobirama is instantly suspicious, giving the pink-haired girl a narrow-eyed look. Izuna is just as on edge as him, though significantly more haggard in appearance. The Uchiha heir is apparently not used to staying up for several days in a row to figure out the answer to an experiment or, in this case, the puzzle of the three shinobi that appeared out of the blue specifically to make their lives a living hell.
"Haruno-san," he greets tensely. She offers a shy smile. Tobirama wants to call bullshit on that.
"Hokage-sama called me in for a meeting and asked me to get you two as well," she explains, still lingering in the doorway. His brow furrows as he exchanges a glance with Izuna. There’s no reason for Hashirama to call a meeting, much less with the three of them. Their areas of expertise barely overlap at all.
"Lead the way," Izuna says tiredly as they drag themselves to their feet. Sakura smiles again, this one less shy and more grateful. She doesn’t waste her breath on any more words and leads them faithfully to Hashirama’s office. Tobirama’s suspicions only increase when they get there. Naruto, Sasuke, and Madara are all already in the room. Sasuke and Naruto are standing in one corner, murmuring quietly to each other, while Madara stands grumpily in another. Hashirama is serious where he sits at his desk and that, more than anything else, makes Tobirama prepare for a fight.
"Tobirama, Izuna," Hashirama greets politely. Sasuke perks up from where he stands as Sakura trots over to their group. Naruto herds them from the corner, smiling the disarming smile he wields like a weapon.
"Hello everyone!" The blonde Uzumaki chirps with an excited clap of his hands. "I- we -have a bit of a story to tell and then all of us gotta deal with a bit of a problem."
"A bad stalk infecting the rest of the crop," Sakura adds.
"A weed," Sasuke says, bland.
"I hate both of you," Naruto informs cheerfully.
"Get on with it," Madara barks, having apparently grown impatient. Not that Tobirama can blame him- he’s tense enough and the casualness of the three makes him only more jittery.
"You can shut right up," Sakura says with a not-very-nice smile. "See, we are the only reason you’re here and sane, instead of under the control of a homicidal Venus flytrap intent on world domination or destruction, it varies day to day."
"...what." Izuna says and that sums everything up rather well.
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