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wind-becomes-lightning · 2 years

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It is OC ship week and I actually got something finished, I'm so proud of myself. Anyway, some Modern AU stuff for my babes. :3

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Modern AU - Escort Service

Yamato | Tenzo x OC

PG 18+

5731 words

vaginal sex, oral sex

for @narutoocshipweek Day 1: Modern AU.

In a desperate attempt to finally get it over with Yamato hires an escort from a popular service.

Ridiculous as it was, Yamato found himself waiting back leaned against a lamppost on a monday evening, hand pressed tightly around the phone in his hand, trying hard not to stare too hard at the displayed clock. His “date” wasn’t late, he had just arrived incredibly early, too nervous to sit still a few minutes longer, at least not with the plans he had for tonight. He had been so resolute in the morning, set out to right a wrong that had always existed in his life, or at least in the last 26 years of it.

It had become unbearable around his guy friends, with them constantly talking about their sexual exploits and mocking Yamato for his lack of. It had not been for him not trying, he had tried, he had even kissed others before, but nothing more had ever come of it. Maybe he was too emotionally stunted to continue, maybe he just wasn’t attractive enough, whatever it was, he found himself a virgin at 26, with all his friends already much further advanced in life.

Coworkers had invited him to mixers and other events, but he had always been busy, working maybe a little too hard in his corporate office job as another slave to society and capitalism. It left him empty and yearning for a type of physical touch he’d never felt before. He wanted sex. He wanted to have it and to have had it. He wanted what his friends told him about.

So in desperation and in a lack of other options, he had contacted an escort service to hire someone. He knew how that looked and how his male friends would snicker at him, but he didn’t have issues with sex work personally and they could provide him with a service he needed, so why not try it? After a thorough research online he found a very reputable agency that also had a proud price for that, and called them.

There was a call, and a meeting over video chat, and a survey, and another survey. The Heart to Heart agency wasn’t the best in the business for no reason at all. Yamato tried his best to present himself, explain his hygiene, the job and his preference in partners (which was pretty much none). All through he had been very nervous, playing with a little wooden figure that he had once made when he was much younger.

Finally, they found someone for him. Codename Ivy, about his age, good with beginners, free on evenings he was free and comfortable with all the sexual activities he was willing to do (which he just guessed on, because he had no idea in the first place). “Can I see a picture of her?” he asked carefully. One of the specialities of the Heart to Heart agency was that the client did not get to choose the partner, rather the partner was matched to the client. And as far as Yamato could tell from online reviews, this approach worked very well.

“Uh, yes, we can send you a headshot now that you booked the appointment”, his contact told him as a reply. His hands were shaking when he opened the email and loaded in. A young woman smiled at him, wide, open green eyes flashing from his computer screen. Her hair was light red and her skin, at least as much as he could see, looked like nothing he’d ever seen before. A date was arranged for Monday night after work. He was waiting in front of the shopping mall to be picked up.

Which brought him to where he was now, staring down on his phone’s clock by the second. Yamato was shivering and pulled his collar up so that it covered his chin like he so often did. Maybe if she didn’t come he would get his money back, he mused. Maybe if she didn’t come it would be better this way. But then he shook the thought away. All the hoops he had jumped through to get here meant that it was worth sticking around, after all Ivy wasn’t even late yet.

The clock struck one minute after eight and she was officially late, he thought, still staring at his shoes. He didn’t have the chance to look at his phone again, because someone tapped him on the shoulder: “You must be Yamato right?” He snapped his eyes up. She was a little smaller than he had imagined, though he had gotten her exact size, her hair fell long over her shoulders and now that she was close to him he could see some freckles on her nose. There were many piercings in her ears on both sides and he wondered immediately if she also had piercings in other places. She was incredibly pretty, even more than her picture was.

“I am - yes”, he said, stuttering a little. She put her head to the side so that it almost fell on his shoulder: “I’m Ivy. Very nice to meet you. I will be in your care.” Ivy moved her arm under his to hold it. Yamato blushed immediately at the intimate touch. “A-and I in yours.”

She moved her body closer to his, wrapping around his right arm and pressing it to her body. He could feel her boobs even through the layer of jackets she was wearing and his breath hitched. “Are you ready to go?” Ivy asked with a warm smile. She made it sound like they were on a date, made it look like one too. Maybe that was the way they always did it to ensure people kept coming back.

Ivy knew a Love Hotel to go to that wasn’t too far, maybe it belonged to the agency, Yamato did not know for sure, though he did not have to pay for a room. They just went into the elevator and up and into a room. All the way through the woman did small talk with him, asking about his health and his day at work. Taught well in pleasantries he did ask questions back, but Ivy only replied in non descriptive answers. She was doing fine now that she was with him, she had been busy that day and was glad to unwind, a lady did not reveal her age and such. Well they had code names for a reason.

On first view the hotel room looked sparse, a barred up window, a big bed, a big mirror right on the other side of the bed, a door to the bathroom and that was it. It smelled clean and Ivy immediately peeled herself out of her coat and hung it up on the door. Yamato wondered for a moment how often she had been here and with how many people, but he let it go. “We should clean ourselves”, Ivy said with her sweet smile, walking over to help him get out of his own jacket. “Do you want to bathe together?”

Yamato almost dropped the shoe he had just taken off and his face suddenly felt very hot. “I- I don’t really-” he started, feeling stupid for stuttering so much. After all he was going to have to undress in front of her sooner or later, so what was the issue with a bath together?

“Don’t worry, we can do that another time. You can go first if you like. I will set everything up”, she said to save him out of his indecision, a hand softly stroking his back. He breathed out hard, wondering what it was that had roped him in so easily. The eyes, it must be the eyes.

When he exited the bathroom he noticed that she had changed some things, ruffed up the sheets a little to make them more comfortable and also there was tea ready for him to drink. Now, on second view, he could see all the little drawers all around which when he opened it he could find clothes, toys, lube and other nicknacks. Of course, he thought, this was a love hotel after all. He felt skirmish at the idea of what could be done with all of them. His nerves returned with a vengeance.

Not sure what to do with himself Yamato sat down on the edge of the bed. After the bath he had only put on a robe and his underwear, acutely aware that he would need to take it off sooner or later anyway. He bit his lower lip until it bled and listened to the water splashing from the bathroom. His mind’s eye played theatre for him, showing him Ivy running her hands over her body under the water. He shook it off. Why fantasise now when he could see her in reality in just a few short minutes. But then the idea of it made his stomach turn again.

Ivy walked out also only dressed in a robe, and by the amount of clothes she was carrying folded to the bedroom he could also guess that she was naked underneath. He would have probably been immediately turned on by this, but his heart fluttered with nerves still and so his brain could not stop thinking about, well, everything.

Yamato let out a sharp breath when she sat down right beside him, her skin still damp from the bath. He could see down her top opened robe easily and felt indecent at even taking a peek of her naked breasts. “So”, she said sugar sweet, “what would you like me to do? I am at your disposal.”

“I- I don’t really know..” he replied and felt like a total idiot. She did not stop smiling and instead circled with her fingernail in his nape. “Would you like to kiss me?” she asked, her nose touching his shoulder softly. He felt the blush on his cheeks deepen, but then he nodded slowly. Kissing was something he had done before, he knew how it worked.

Ivy moved forward but he met her in the air, soft, wet lips touching his for the first time in years. Her mouth was a little smaller, her lips a little thinner, but he melted under her anyway. The hand in his neck now moved up into his hair to scratch his scalp and he groaned a little against his will. He let her tongue meet hers when she tapped his lips and asked for it and tasted in her mouth that she too had had tea before, probably with a lot of sugar. She tasted as sweet as her smile looked.

She let her free hand fall down on his leg, moving the robe out of the way just enough so she could stroke over his naked skin. Yamato felt the goosebumps run up the side of his body like little spiders and drew back a little, the insecurity suddenly there again. Salvia was dropping down between them as their tongues moved away from each other.

“You’re really good at kissing”, she praised him and though he immediately thought she was lying to him he could not stop feeling happy about being complimented. Her hand was now running along the inside of his naked leg up to where his boxers were and back down. His heart beat in his ears. “Do you wish for me to touch it?” she asked, kissing his jawline softly. He breathed out and in and out again, trying to regain his composure. He wanted her to touch it, but he wasn’t even half hard yet, his nerves torpedoing him at every angle.

Ivy noticed his hesitation and took a finger to move his head so that she could look at him: “I will not do anything you don’t want to do, alright? I would never force you to do anything.” She kissed him. “But if you trust me, I will help you relax. Will you at least let me try?” she asked, nose again touching his arm.

“Y-Yes,” Yamato said as a reply. Ivy smiled wide again. She let go of his shoulders and sank to her knees. He swallowed hard. “That is a strange tattoo that you have on your shoulder,” she said, now settling between his legs, pushing them apart just slightly so she could angle herself. “Does it stand for something?”

He tried to keep it together, trying not to think too hard of her fingers diving under the hemline of his pants. “I- I got it with friends. It’s j- just a symbol we connected with our time together” he replied, stuttering more than he’d ever wanted to.

She hummed a pleasant almost song-like sound and then she let her hand move over his cock for the first time, a flat hand just pressing over it, touching and feeling it and he held his breath. It was like a magic spell had been cast. The entire time they’d been together Yamato had been too nervous to even get an erection and now, with just one touch, even if there was a thin layer of clothing in between, she had gotten him full hard.

“Do you want me to touch you further?” Ivy asked from between his legs and when he looked down at her he could almost read the eagerness in her face. This time he nodded and she immediately hooked her fingers under his pants to pull them. He let her, breath come out quick and nervous as she pulled the pants down and helped him out of them.

“You can always tell me to stop,” she clarified another time, pressing a kiss to the inside of his leg. Yamato put his hand into a fist and let his fingernails bury into the insides of his hands: “U-understood.”

Not waiting another second she let her lips grace over him. He felt the movement like an electric shock. Fantasy could not compare to reality. In his wildest dreams he could have never imagined how it felt like when another human being ran their tongue along his shaft and over his tip, how absolutely thrilling it felt when one licked down over his balls and back up. And nothing, absolutely nothing had prepared him for the view. Seeing a pretty woman lick all around his cock must be the most beautiful sight in the world, he thought.

Ivy must have noticed that he eased into it because she moved onward without asking for permission a second time. She broadly licked over him and then she took him into her mouth fully. Yamato was sure he saw stars just a flicker of a second as she closed in warm and wet all around him, sucking at the tip and licking the bottom with her tongue. She could go in deep without pulling back, taking all of him easily.

When she moved his brain turned off. He let out a moan that he had not been able to hold back and threw his head into his neck. Ivy moaned too, a little muffled, each time his cock hit the back of her throat and maybe he would have finished right there, in just a matter of seconds, if she didn’t stop the movement just short before he could get there.

“This is not what you have come here to do, is it?” Ivy asked friendly, her breath on his cock making him shiver. He was desperate for his finish now, but he knew she was right. Not waiting for a reply she straightened her back and got up. “I’m glad you got to relax a little, I hope you enjoyed it.”

Yamato almost said: “Of course I did!” but his words stayed stuck in the back of his throat as Ivy opened the robe she was still wearing and let it sink to the ground. She was so beautiful it took his breath away for a moment. Hair long enough to cover her nipples at the front, hips smaller than maybe other women but perfectly balanced out with her figure and the skin- the thing he had noticed about her headshot immediately- looked breathtaking on her fully naked body.

It was like vines, crawling up her legs and arms, her torso and neck up to her face. Strings of lighter skin than the rest of her. Like she’d been tied up and sunbathed wrong. He let his eyes wander up and down the little swirls and didn’t notice that his mouth hung open until he let out a breathed: “Ivy.”

She smiled and bowed down to kiss him softly: “That’s right. I was born like this. Wrapped up in leaves.” He looked at her with half opened eyes, lips slightly parted and he knew that his body language was telling her everything she needed to know about him. That he wanted her now, that he wanted her more than he’d already gotten her. She put a finger under his chin and kissed him again.

When she drew back her moss green eyes were lit up with excitement. “Do you know how a condom is to be used?” she asked sweetly and his heart did a flip inside his chest. Right, that was what he had come here for in the first place. Yamato nodded and looked to the bedside drawer in which he had found condoms before. The choice was almost overwhelming. They had all kinds of sizes, colours, shapes, tastes… Faced with yet another choice he suddenly felt insecure again.

He could feel red hair fall over his shoulder and then felt Ivy’s hands on his back. “Standart is probably fine for today, don’t you think?” she asked and pressed a soft kiss to his temple. Again, he could do nothing but nod, feeling very dizzy under her soft touches and warm skin.

Fortunately the nerves hadn’t ruined what Ivy had spent so long building up and so he had no issues pulling the condom on. He took a deep breath to calm himself, this was after all the moment he had been waiting for so many years, the very reason he had even gone to such desperate lengths, but then Yamato turned around.

“Lie down on your back”, Ivy said, patting the bed sheets below her, “Make yourself as comfortable as you can.” He felt so hot looking at her like this, completely naked, hair long and wild over her wrapped up skin, inviting him to come to bed. It was all a lie of course, all paid for and arranged, but still, the fantasy was enticing. “Oh, and take the robe off”, she added with a laugh that sounded so cute that he almost made an “aww”-sound before he could stop himself.

The robe landed on the floor, there was nothing to hide about himself anymore now. Next time, he thought, he would definitely go to the bath with her. He immediately after that scolded himself for already thinking about the next time. He hadn’t even successfully finished the first one.

He laid down on his back, head on the pillow behind him. He tried to keep his eyes away from Ivy, who watched him closely. “I- I think this is fine”, Yamato said eventually, a little stuttery about it all. She rewarded him with her best smile and a hand on his arm.

Ivy swung her right leg over his hips and then held his cock up so that she could angle herself. He could feel his heart beat loud against this rib cage. “We can always stop if you want to, yes?” Ivy checked with him one more time. He nodded weakly to indicate that he had understood and she smiled again. “Let’s start then.” She moved him a little to lead his tip to her entrance and then, slowly, lowered herself down over him.

She sighed once he was in her fully, letting her arms fall back onto his legs to take in the length and size of him with her eyes closed. Yamato, on the other hand, was losing his mind. He had thought nothing could compare to the feeling of his cock in her mouth and certainly it had been a heavenly experience, but this - this - was too much. Even through the fabric of the condom he could feel how wet she was, how warm she was and how well she fit over him.

“You certainly have a good size”, Ivy said after a moment of quiet in which he revelled in the encompassing feeling of what he was doing. “Fills me completely.” He bit his lip a little, squirming away from the compliment that she was only giving him because he paid for it. Then he lifted his eyes to look at her directly. From his angle he could see the way her boobs were formed, her hair falling long over her arched back, the thighs on both sides of him and then the vines running over her body like a protective coating. He wondered subconsciously if he’d ever met a woman that was this beautiful.

Straightening out her spine she readied herself and then she started rolling her hips into him. Yamato’s mouth fell open as if it was evading his control. He let the moans out and threw his own head back into the pillows. Ivy steadily lifted her body up just so that only his tip remained inside of her and then went back down and he realised suddenly why people called this “riding”. “You can hold on to me if you like,” Ivy’s voice came to him as if through a thick curtain and he didn’t let her offer it twice. His fingernails duck into her thighs to his sides and now she moaned a little too.

It was clear that he wouldn’t be able to hold it for long. Not with his little experience and the preparations Ivy had done with her mouth before. He crawled himself a little tighter into her flesh and pressed his eyes shut, because the view of her bouncing over him just sped up the process. He tried to summon all the willpower he had to keep it going. He knew he was fighting a losing battle, but he was trying to find it anyway.

“Don’t force yourself”, Ivy’s sweet voice said into his ear. She had leaned forward to kiss his jaw and face and ear, “You can let go. You can let it go for me.” He groaned and did as she asked, finishing with a furor while she was still rolling her hips unrelenting over him. He wasn’t surprised that masturbating didn’t compare to this at all, but the intensity of it still almost knocked him out. He looked up to Ivy as she was slowing down, his lips again parted and needy and she granted him his wish, bowing over to give him her sweet lips again.

Ivy gave him a moment to collect himself, to reach for some paper and wrap the condom up in it before walking first to the trashcan and then to the bathroom. Yamato had read that the first time could be a bit quick, but he still felt a bit bad about it. No way she had enjoyed any of that, he thought, but then again he was the paying customer anyway.

When he returned she was laying on the bed, still naked, and her head was propped up on her flat hand. She smiled as he slowly crawled back next to her, insecure if he was even allowed to just lay with her or not. She wrapped her arm around his just like she had done earlier when they were still fully clothed and put her head on his shoulder.

“Are you a little less stressed now?” she asked, her breath warm against his neck. He replied with a hum. Ivy softly stroked over his arm and his body eased into hers. “It will only get easier with time”, she continued, her fingers drawing on his chest, “There will come a time in which you won’t be nervous at all.”

“Maybe”, Yamato mumbled. “Maybe next time will already be better.” He tried to bite his tongue when his brain caught on to what his tongue was saying, but it was too late. He had again insinuated that he would book her again, and fairly soon too. He shook himself a little and then acted as if he hadn’t just said that.

For a while they just lay there together, her head in the crook of his neck and her fingers wandering over his naked front side, while he admired the vines on her skin and her hair and wondered how much time they had left together. Then as if to pull him out of a trance Ivy said: “Do you want to do it for me too?” He blinked down into her green eyes. “Help me lose myself?”

He considered this for a moment. Then: “I don’t know how.” The words tasted bitter on Yamato’s tongue and he wished his reply would be a different one, but unfortunately his experience was so very limited and only encompassed touching a woman’s boobs one or two times.

“But you would?” Ivy pressed on, her nose touching the side of his cheek. He nodded and shrugged his shoulders, which got her smiling even wider. “That’s very good of you. Let me teach you how.” He could feel goosebumps on his arms as she said this and his breath hitched a little.

Ivy wrapped herself up in his arm, snailing it around her shoulders so it rested under her head like a pillow, then she softly took his free hand and set it on her abdomen. Yamato was now laying sideways facing her and before he could say anything else she had touched his chin and pulled him down to her.

He was glad to have her mouth on his again, the taste of her sweet tongue touching and caressing his. It drew him back into her instantly, his fingers behind her head finding the loose strands of her hair almost on instinct. She let her hand trace down the arm that was hanging over her chest and pulled it up to her breasts. “Try yourself out”, she breathed as she drew back and let his hand go. Yamato tried to remember how it was the last time he had done it and he cupped her right boob between his hands. It felt surprisingly fitting, as if the size was made to be held by him. Then he rolled the nipples between his fingers, eyes opened just a little so that he could look at her face.

“Give me your hand”, she demanded and he did, parting his fingers from her breast and putting it back into her hand. She led it to her mouth and he gasped a little as she put two inside to suck on it, coating both his middle and pointer finger in thick saliva. “Do it again”, she instructed, green eyes fixed on him with an intensity that made him feel hot. He did as she had told him, moving back to the nipples to pinch them lightly, now with the wet fingers. His movement was rewarded with a sighed “Just like that” and he continued moving forward.

Yamato found her mouth again, feeling the way her tongue now seemed more wanting than it previously had. Her hand on his arm was lightly scratching him in pleasure and he kept going, switching from the right to the left boob and back at his will.

Eventually Ivy placed her hand on top of his and showed him in that way that he needed to stop. He let his finger be led further down her body until they settled between her legs. His heart beat in his own ears when he noticed how wet she was. That was almost as arousing as seeing her head around his cock.

Ivy let his hand go just for a moment so she could feel between her own legs, then she picked his up again. “Right here, I want you to stroke in circles over this spot” she said and he had to set himself up a little to reach it fully. Her legs opened up a little wider for him to gain access and he once again followed her instruction.

She moaned as he circled her clit first, still wholly unaware where everything was. So he decided to keep his eyes open and locked on her, watching the way her body reacted to each little swirl of his hand. Ivy’s cheeks were flushed red now, her breath hard and expecting. He loved drinking that view. She was so beautiful.

“You can pinch it too”, she pressed out and he did, which rewarded him with her eyelids fluttering close. “That’s it.”

He felt emboldened by her reactions, so he lifted his finger away from her clit to put it into her entrance instead. Ivy didn’t hesitate for a second to lightly slap his wrist. “Not there.” It was an order and he obeyed. He returned to the more familiar place between her legs, moving his thumb over her now.

Without opening her eyes she felt for the hand that was still behind her head and placed it on top of her right breast, moving closer to his body so he could. “Touch here”, she said and he did as was asked of him. It wasn’t as easy to figure out the rhythm of two different hands doing different things, but he got the hold of it eventually.

Ivy’s mouth opened lightly and Yamato imagined that this was how he must have looked just an hour earlier. He bowed down so he could kiss her, forcing her tongue to obey him. it was a different way of arousal to feel her breath in his mouth, the way her sighs tasted when he moved or pinched her. It gave him a new position of power he had never found himself in and there was this second when it crossed his mind that this might be the reason it was so popular among some people. Sex was nothing but a power play.

She drew back before she came and gave him a foggy look from below low eyelids, then her body jerked a little backwards, back arched up into his touch. It took him a moment to realise what was happening to her having never seen an orgasm outside of a porno movie before and so he almost took his hand away out of fear of hurting her. Ivy caught his wrist as it moved back, holding it steady where it was and he kept circling his thumb like she had shown him, ewen when her free hand scratched his arm so much that it hurt.

“Good job”, she smiled at him after she had calmed a little and he had cleaned his hand with a piece of paper. “You did that terribly well. Fast learner.”

“That’s what my teachers always said”; Yamaot mumbled in reply.

Ivy rolled over to touch him again, fingers tracing up into his face and brown hair. He couldn’t hold the gasp back, couldn’t stop himself from wanting to kiss her again, but as he leaned forward her phone rang.

As if she had been stung by a bee she let go of his cheek and moved back: “Time is up.” Her voice was still sweet, as sweet as it had been the entire time, but she was in business mode now, finding her underwear in the pile of clothes she had left on the drawer to their opposite.

Yamato had totally forgotten how much time had passed since they entered. He had paid for two hours in total and at least twenty minutes of that was spent showering (which to their credit the agency did warn him about and suggested booking more time, but he decided against it). He too got up to find his clothes and his eyes fell over the bathrobe that was laying on the floor next to his feet. The way Ivy had peeled it off her made his skin prickle, but fantasising needed to wait until he was at home. Unfortunately.

“You can book me again through the app, if you wish”, Ivy said as she closed the button down she had been wearing under her thick coat. She looked good with it, the white and mind green complimenting her hair colour and skin perfectly. “You should know now how it works. You can also, obviously, book one of my colleagues if you wish, plus in the app you can also add a person.”

“Add?” Yamato’s head swirled a little at the prospect of adding a third person to these sessions. “Yes, a man or a woman, as you wish. It can be fun with three people, but it would obviously cost extra,” Ivy reached for her coat and he handed it to her, watching her wrapping herself back up into the warmth of it. She seemed much more informal now, less sweet talking and more conversing like a normal person at work. He figured that this was the genuine person behind the codename shining through and it made him interested to know more, though he knew that was against the rules.

Instead he asked in genuine worry: “It is rather late and dark out. Do you have to get home on your own now?” Part of him wished that he could accompany her home to make sure nobody could hurt her, but he also knew that would never be allowed. If they had met organically and hooked up as actual lovers maybe he could have had that privilege as to know her address and her apartment and to take her out on dates that did not involve a love hotel. But they were not and so he had to keep it together. “I have to”, she replied with a smile and sounded genuinely thankful for his concern.

They said goodbye in front of the hotel quickly and painlessly so that nobody could spot them standing around there. Yamato was glad that he had chosen this escort agency, no matter how embarrassing it ended up being. Ivy had been a good first partner and he found himself browsing the app for free appointments during his train ride home already.

#narutoocshipweek2022 #naruto oc ship week 2022 #oc: sora #au: modern #helloooooooooo guys i actually wrtoe something im so happyyy ehh enjoyy i guesss or not whateverrr #fanfiction things

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hollowinky · 2 years

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Day 2: Elements

@narutoocshipweek

#narutoocshipweek2022 #neji hyuga #neji hyuga x oc #naruto #naruto oc ship week 2022 #nori #neji x nori #nenori #THIS IS ALL I COULD COME UP WITH ELEMENTS I AM SORRY #i feel sorry for Neji teaming up with her from time to time #genin nori can't think #not like the shippuden Nori can LOL #day 2:elements #naruto oc #oc naruto #my art

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birdmanart · 2 years

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So, since one of today’s prompts for @narutoocshipweek was Role Swap... (More chatter beneath the cut)

Did I spend most of today working on this? Yes. Was it worth it? HELL YEAH. I knew immediately that I wanted to do something with Yasumi for this prompt, since... look, even though his longstanding and ill-advised crush on Sasori only actually pans out in maybe 2 of 20 AUs, it still made for such fun art!

Some background on Yasumi, since I haven’t talked about him as much - he’s Kiki’s cousin on their mother’s side, a member of the Puppet Brigade in Suna and also a relative of the deceased Third Kazekage. He mostly uses puppets that he makes with his father, a ceramics artisan, but he also did inherit the Third’s magnet release - because of his flare for the aesthetic, Yasumi specifically uses cobalt sand for his jutsu.

Since he’s younger than Sasori, I imagine that in this role swap scenario, he wouldn’t have defected from Suna until much later than Sasori did in canon - likely shortly after Gaara’s birth. I also decided to give Sasori Yasumi’s favored puppet in this art - it’s called Kujaku!

Fun fact: the main AU where this ship actually pans out is one where Kiki accidentally averts the Fourth Shinobi War by converting the Akatsuki to a theater troupe one member at a time. It’s a very dumbsilly idea but also I’m very fond of it.

Also I had a lot of fun with the color on this one.

#birdman art #Fanart #naruto oc #narutoocshipweek2022 #akasuna no sasori #original character: yasumi haijima #curious counselor of konoha au #clip studio paint

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its-f4nf4n-again · 2 years

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Blood Ties for @narutoocshipweek

Sakumo is called away for a mission on the eve of his child’s birth.

Word Count: 2,229 Warnings: pregnancy, character death

Takane is awoken by the clinking of kunai. In the dismal shadows of her bedroom, she can just make out the outline of her husband. Sakumo looks frenzied, his silver hair reflecting the minimal light of the moon which manages to seep in through the curtains.

“Sakumo, what’s going on?”

His eyes shine when he looks at her, pupils wide and alert.

“I’ve been summoned for a mission. I have to leave immediately.”

Takane shoots up too quickly and she’s dizzy by the time she’s fully upright. Sakumo is there in an instant—arms around her shoulders to steady her. It’s become a common occurrence; the closer she comes to her due date, the more easily she is lightheaded.

“Not so fast, my love.”

Takane shakes her head. She doesn’t care about dizzy spells right now. All that matters is what he’s just told her.

“You’re leaving.” It’s not so much a question as an accusation. She places a soothing hand on her belly where her baby is kicking in angry protest at the unusual movement at such an hour. Sakumo joins her, laying his palm on the protrusion of her stomach and then bending down to give it a quick kiss, murmuring something vaguely reassuring before his lips find Takane’s forehead. All too quickly, his lips are gone and he returns to his pack to continue sorting through his equipment.

“I’m sorry,” he says, “I don’t have a choice.” He snaps open a scroll, eyes scanning the parchment in the dark before he rolls it back up and shoves it into his pack. “You know if I did there’s nowhere I would be but here.”

Taken stands, worry drawn taut between her eyebrows, the corners of her mouth turned down. The baby kicks again and she rubs soothing circles over her stomach as she wanders out of the room. It feels too stifling, the scent of soldier pills and weapons oil too potent.

The air is clearer in the main part of the house, once she makes it down the hallway—pointedly walking past the room intended for their coming baby because she knows the sight of it now will only make her cry. It’s brighter in the kitchen—moonlight streaming in through the large window over the sink and the sliding doors that lead to the garden, the thin paper translucent enough it glows almost like a lantern.

“Takane.”

When she turns to look at her husband, he’s already got his pack slung over his shoulder and the sight of it—the realization that he is really leaving; that he may not be here when she goes into labor as he promised—pulls a choked, mournful sound from her throat. She covers her mouth with a hand to try and stifle the noise, but it does nothing to tamper the effect it has on Sakumo.

He moves quicker than any shinobi she’s ever seen, crosses the house in less than half a breath to wrap her in his arms, to tuck her face against his neck where her warm tears dribble beneath the neckline of his uniform to gather in the dip of his collarbone.

“It’s okay,” he whispers against her hair, but she shakes her head.

“You don’t know that.”

Takane knows she is being too emotional—that her hormones should not outweigh her duties as a shinobi, even if she is on leave. But the thought of losing Sakumo now, of giving birth to his child without him present, is overwhelming. It makes her feel like she is trapped in a water prison, lungs caving in as they try to hold on to the last precious molecules of oxygen remaining to them.

Sakumo smooths her dark hair back and drags his palm over her cheek, the pad of his thumb resting against the beauty mark at the edge of her lip.

“I promise you I will be back in time,” he says, giving her his best reassuring smile. And though she wants to believe him, she can’t—there is a sharp tug somewhere in her chest that reminds her he could die at any moment.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

He pulls away, frowning now himself, and Takane misses his warmth immediately, as she always does. The house is always too cold when he is away—the Hatake Estate, though small by the standards of many of Konoha’s largest clans—is too large for one person to wander the halls alone, even if that person has a second small soul nestled safely within them.

The smell of sulfur and flint draws her attention and Takane turns to find Sakumo licking his thumb as he kneels over a scroll, a smear of blood across the page and a small dog sitting in the middle.

“Takane, meet Pakkun,” he says, flashing his wife a warm smile.

Taken has met several of Sakumo’s ninken before. But those hounds had been large and fierce, with sharp teeth and intelligent eyes.

The one sitting in her house now is none of those things. It is small, with a wrinkled face and bored, flat gaze. It looks more like a trinket won at a festival than a ninja hound.

“Pakkun is the newest member of our pack,” Sakumo says. He holds a hand out to her and she walks toward him—drawn to him as she has always been, no matter the circumstance.

“He’s a runt,” she says archly.

Sakumo grimaces, opening his mouth to reply—to defend the small creature’s merits, no doubt—but a gruff voice cuts him off.

“I’m not a runt. I’m a pug.”

Takane scoffs. “And what good is a pug to a shinobi?”

The little dog growls low in his belly. Were he in any way intimidating, Takane might have been scared. Instead, she only rolls her eyes.

“Pakkun, that’s enough.”

The growling stops immediately and Takane chuckles a little, though she stops, too, when Sakumo shoots her a serious look, equally as chastised.

“Sorry,” she and the ninken say in unison.

Sakumo looks up at his wife with an expression that could only be characterized as pure and true affection; love deeper than the Naka River and as blazingly fierce as the Will of Fire itself. “I’m sorry I have to leave, but I promise I will be back as soon as I can.” She nods, though the sharp prickle of tears returns to her eyes, her nose suddenly stuffy. “Give me your hand.”

Takane holds her left hand out and Sakumo takes it between his palms. When he brings a kunai to her index finger, eyes locked with hers, she understands what he means to do, but still gasps gently when he slices it open. After she signs the summoning contract, Sakumo presses his lips to her finger tenderly. When he pulls away, Takane heals herself, her technique casting a soft green glow through the darkness.

“If you need me, you can summon Pakkun and he will find me,” Sakumo says as he pulls his wife into one last embrace before he leaves. “I will return as quickly as possible. I will be here when our child is born.”

It’s a promise made by Konoha’s White Fang—not an assertion to take lightly. Takane is still not sure she believes it as she watches him disappear into the night. But she knows hope is as important a weapon as a shuriken, and so she holds tightly to it.

Now in her eighth month of pregnancy, Takane can no longer wear her wedding band—the intricately carved jade ring instead hangs on a ribbon she ties around her neck. As she wanders back toward her bedroom, she pulls the strand from beneath her yukata. She runs her newly healed fingertip over the carvings as she slides back into bed, but the cool stone surface a poor substitute for the warmth of her husband’s body.

When she feels a slight movement on the mattress, Takane turns to find Pakkun making himself comfortable at her left side, turning in circles against the comforter emblazoned with the Hatake clan crest.

“What are you doing?”

“Keeping watch,” Pakkun says, finally settling down.

Takane frowns. “I signed that contract so I could summon you if you were needed.” Pakkun’s dark eyes glint in the darkness, but he says nothing. “So you can go, now,” she says.

“When your pup comes, you’ll be too distracted to remember to summon me,” he says flatly, letting his eyes slide closed. “It’s better if I stay.”

Takane wants to tell him to leave if for no other reason than on principle. She is a shinobi of the Leaf and should be strong enough to handle a little solitude. Instead, she sighs and settles back against the pillows, staring up at the ceiling as she wills herself not to think of all the exceedingly dangerous situations Sakumo might get himself into before he returns home.

If he returns home.

She wills herself not to cry, cradling her belly with her hands; silently promising her unborn child that whatever happens, she will protect them. She will love them, even if she has to love them enough for two parents—

The gruff voice of the ninken at her side startles her. “If you want,” Pakkun says, “you can pet my ears. They’re very soft.”

Despite her best efforts, Takane laughs. It’s a ridiculous offer—no amount of soft fur could make up for the absence of her husband at such an important and delicate time.

Still, she reaches out in the dark and finds the pug’s wrinkled face, trailing her fingers over to his ears. They feel like velvet between her fingers and she falls asleep stroking them gently.

Kakashi signs his summoning contract when he is barely six years old. Immediately after he adds his name to the long line of Hatake men and women, Sakumo wraps a bandage around his barely bleeding finger and Kakashi reads the other names while he waits for his father to finish.

But while Kakashi expects Sakumo’s name to be the most recent one, the one just above his own, instead what he finds are familiar characters between the lines showing their own names.

Takane Hatake.

The same name scrawled in his father’s inelegant handwriting on the modest shrine in their living room.

Kakashi knows that Takane was his mother. Even now, he knows he is not supposed to talk about her—that doing so carries with it a dark shadow that pulls itself over Sakumo like a shroud. But seeing her name there, Kakashi cannot help but wonder about her more acutely than he ever has.

“Okay, Kakashi. Go ahead and try.”

When Kakashi uses the summoning jutsu for the first time, he is met by a small dog with a dull, bored expression that matches his own.

“Yo,” the dog says, “you must be the pup.”

Kakashi scoffs, indignant. “I’m not a pup, I’m a ninja. You’re the pup.”

The dog growls until Sakumo scolds him.

“Be nice, Pakkun. This is my son, Kakashi.” Sakumo turns to Kakashi and offers him a thin, weary smile. “Pakkun is one of the best ninken I’ve ever worked with. He…” There is the shroud, though it passes much more quickly than usual. “He even took care of your mother for me once when I had to be away,” Sakumo says quietly. “I’m sure he’ll take good care of you, too.”

Kakashi doubts that very much, and the dubious look he sends the dog’s way makes that much clear.

Still, when Sakumo disappears on his next mission in the middle of the night, Kakashi makes an excuse to summon Pakkun. “Scent training,” he says when prompted, “I want you to help me sharpen my sense of smell.”

They train long into the evening, Pakkun scoffing as Kakashi tries to push chakra into his nostrils, to focus the sense of smell until he can detect which room of the house Pakkun has just visited. He doesn’t get any of them right and he finally has to admit defeat when he starts yawning so wide tears spring to his eyes.

“That’s all for tonight, Pakkun,” he says, “you can go, now.”

Kakashi pads his way to his bedroom, flopping onto his bed heavily.

He had hoped his father might be back by now, but it seems he is meant to spend another night alone in the dark, empty Hatake clan home.

Kakashi feels the pug before he smells him, which is not at all encouraging. Pakkun settles onto the bed as if it is the most natural place for him to be.

“What are you doing?” Kakashi asks, tone flat and acidic. “I said you can go.”

Pakkun ignores him, circling a few times before settling down with a huff.

“Your mother used to like to pet my ears when she was nervous,” Pakkun says for no discernible reason, “maybe you’d like it, too.”

Kakashi has half a mind to send the pug away by force, but the mention of his mother is enticing—too much so for him to pass it up. So instead of dismissing the ninken in a puff of smoke, Kakashi reaches out and lays his fingers on Pakkun’s ears.

They feel like velvet between his fingers and he wonders if Takane might have thought the same.

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depressedhatakekakashi · 2 years

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Chance Encounter

Hatake Sakumo/Hatake Yua (OFC)

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Prompt: Modern AU

Words: 1344

Spending his weekend at a track meet wasn’t Sakumo’s idea of a good time. There were too many people crowded into the building, some of them chatting amongst themselves making bets on which runner they think would win, some shoving their way through towards the little shops for snacks or school merch.

A weekend relaxing in his apartment playing videogames, or practicing at the basketball court with Jiraiya were things he would much rather be doing, but Sakumo had no real choice. As soon as Dai had started lamenting about having no one to watch his race he knew he was done for.

It would be cruel to leave his friend alone for such an important event, even if track wasn’t something he was looking forward to watching.

“It can’t be that bad,” Tsunade attempted to comfort him while holding out a cup in offering. If he trusted her to be offering him pop, Sakumo would be willing to accept, but he knew deep down there was vodka or rum in that cup. There always was when it came to Tsunade. “One race and we can leave, right?”

“He’s running in the fourth race.” That meant they had to sit through three boring races. Watch three groups of people doing five laps around the track before Dai would finally be up for his race.

“Well…it could be worse?”

She was right about that. He could have invited Jiraiya to join them and then they’d be stuck waiting for Dai’s race while watching Jiraiya flirt with everyone with two legs and long hair.

“Let’s just get to our spot,” he insisted, pushing his way through the crowd in a desperate attempt to get to the bleachers. “We can find a nice spot, settle in and relax.”

Maybe they’d have enough room to breath.

Sakumo was about to make his way past another little group huddled around each other, when out of no where someone smacked right into him. To make matters worse, they collided with him so hard that Sakumo was knocked off balance and sent crashing to the floor.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” a voice called out. “Are you alright?”

Rubbing his chest, Sakumo looked up towards the person who had so easily knocked him down, ready to apologize for getting in their way. Where he expected to find an absolute tank of a human, he instead found himself staring at the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

With long brown hair tied back into a high pony tail, brilliant brown eyes staring down at him, and a smile that could kill a man on the spot, Sakumo could only respond with a grunt as all thoughts vanishing from his brain.

“Really?” Tsunade sighed behind him.

“Here,” a hand stretched out towards him. “I’ll help you up.”

Unable to respond with words, Sakumo simply took the offered hand and gasped when he was pulled to his feet effortlessly. Apparently he had not only met the most beautiful woman in the world, but one who could almost match Tsunade in strength.

What a lucky day.

“You’re not hurt, are you?” She leaned in, examining his face while he stared at her with what he could only assume was the dumbest expression ever based on the way Tsunade was snickering behind him. “I should have been paying attention. I’m sorry.’

“N-no it’s ok,” he assured her. “It’s a rather crowded place. I can’t blame you for not seeing me among all the people.”

“Really?” she tilted his head. “Huh, usually I’d notice someone as handsome as you easily.”

“Sakumo if you don’t flirt with her I will,” Tsunade promised through tears of laughter. “no, scratch that. I’ll flirt with her regardless.”

Seeing an honest threat for what it was, Sakumo placed himself strategically between his friend and the beauty of a woman who had quite literally knocked the wind out of him. “my name’s Sakumo,” he cringed when he realized that Tsunade had just given up his name before him. “I, uh…”

“Yua,” she smiled the most beautiful smile Sakumo had ever seen. Nothing extravagant or brilliant, but simple and delightful. With her mouth curving upwards and her eyes closing, as if the joy was too much for her to keep them open. “Are you here to race?”

“No…”

“To watch then?” she opened her eyes and leaned in a bit closer, excitement evident not in the expression on her face, but in the way her eyes twinkled.

“Ya.”

“Well, that’s a little unfortunate,” the smile didn’t leave her face for even a second. “It would have been fun to see you race.”

“You’re both terrible at flirting,” Tsunade complained behind him, gasping when he reached back and knocked the drink out of her hand. “Sakumo!”

“Sorry,” he smiled back at her, quickly retrieving his wallet from his back pocket and holding it out towards her. “How about you go get us some more drinks?”

Puffing out her cheeks, Tsunade snatched the wallet from her. “If I just lost my drink and you don’t get a date, I’m going to kick your ass.” She warned before stomping off.

A threat he knew better than to underestimate. Tsunade would destroy him as soon as she got the chance.

“A date?” his face felt like it was on fire, heat rising all the way up into his ears as Yua leaned in a bit closer. So close that her face was just a few inches away from his own. “We just met.”

“Well, Ya. I mean…” some days he wondered why he was friends with Tsunade. It seemed like her main goal in life was to embarrass him into an early grave and his anxiety simply did not need that. He suffered enough without having terrible friends making a spectacle out of him in front of beautiful women. “You don’t have to of course. She’s just joking.”

She wasn’t, but Yua did not need to know that.

“Mmm, I’m not sure. She seemed pretty serious,” Yua continued to hover there in front of him, the smell of old books filling his nostrils. As if he was standing in the middle of a library instead of amongst a sweaty crowd of people. “I might have to take you out just to get her off of your back.”

“I-“

“Senpai!” Straightening herself up, Yua glanced behind herself as someone else broke through the crowd. A little shorter than them both, he had long dark grey and sharp eyes that immediately focused on Sakumo. “Your race is next. Shouldn’t you be getting ready?”

“Oh,” Yua chuckled. “Right, sorry.” Holding up a hand, she waved towards Sakumo. “I really shouldn’t be late for my race. How about we meet at the Dango stand after?”

“the dango stand,” he nodded, captivated by that smile once again. “I’ll be there.”

“See you then.” Turning her back to him, Yua began making her way through the crowd once more, her friend hot on her tail. Though, he did stop long enough to look back at Sakumo once more. Not with a look of anger or hatred, but with curiosity. As if he was examining Sakumo.

Then, in the blink of an eye they were both gone. Vanished amongst a sea of people.

“Yua,” the name tasted sweet on his tongue. Like a treat he hadn’t known he needed until this very moment. “maybe this weekend isn’t such a bust after all.”

If he was quick he could get to the bleachers in time for Yua’s race so he could cheer her on. It wouldn’t be going against Dai, since his race wasn’t for a while still. All he had to do was make sure Tsunade didn’t follow him to the dango stall after.

The last thing he needed was competition. Anyone with a brain would choose Tsunade over him, and he wanted this to work out in his favour for once. It was him who ended up on his ass after all.

He deserved a date with the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

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kankuroplease · 2 years

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@narutoocshipweek Day 4: Temptations

A little POV with Aori because, why are these leaf ninjas so hot? 100/10 not good for her concentration.

#q #narutoocshipweek2022 #tenzou yamato #captain yamato #kurenai yuhi #oc: aori #Kurenai making Aori realize she’s attracted to women too #but she respects Asuma too much to do anything about it 💀#and Yamato and his eyes and sexy lips #MAJOR distraction.#my art

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narutoocshipweek · 2 years

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Naruto OC Ship Week Rules

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Hello!! Thank you very much for taking a look at this event! Here are a few basic rules for the event (These are subject to change at any time):

1. Please be respectful to your fellow Naruto fans! This is meant to be a fun and casual event for us to celebrate our OCs.

2. For a ship to qualify for this event, at least one character in the ship must be an OC (Includes OCxCanon, OCxOC, etc.)

3. Any ships that are problematic will NOT BE TOLERATED. A problematic ship includes but is not limited to: incest, pedophilia, student/sensi (even if they are aged up), etc. This is to make sure the event is safe and appropriate for everyone. If any sort of problematic ship is discovered in any material made for this event (including background ships), the creator will be blocked and forbidden from further participation.

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“Legend says if you dance on the fountains water base and your heart is pure, your wish will come true. A beautiful tale, don’t you think?”

“How many wishes have you had; granted; may I ask?” Shino asked in a tone that Tenten heavily assumed meant he was incredibly sceptical. [Shino x Tenten] [Shibi x OC]

@narutoocshipweek - Day 2 Prompt: Parents

Warnings: Mild Swearing.

Alternative Chapter Link: [Ao3🔗]

Read From The Beginning: [Ao3🔗]

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fanfic-of-fables-of-kitkat · 2 years

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Confession

@narutoocshipweek Day 3: Lights

Lights; the glare of the paralytic sun. Hatsue's brown eyes gripped Sasori in a stare. Heat spins. It spirals and swerves-- the desert is flat, but the sky curves in gold. The horizon glistens to a line in silver. The hidden village of Sand shimmers, in sandy grooves.

Then, clear pearls slide down Hatsue's cheeks.

"You're crying." He says so apathetically, wiping her tears with his thumb.

His 'astute' observation is almost hateful if not for. . . well, heartbreak. Sasori being his usual managed to draw the slightest of smile on her lips. "I don't think I can keep being friends with you."

The red head frowns. "You can't."

"What?"

"You promised," he growls. He pulls her hand, to bring their faces within inches of each other. "You can't leave me." His grip tightens.

Hatsue is limp, there is no fight in her. "That was before--"

"--but why then?" He cuts her off. "Do you hate me?" He seems to realize he's still holding her wrist. Her fingers had gone numb. Sasori releases her,letting his hand fall.

"Considering how I confessed to you and you rejected me, I think you should give me space."

"Reject you?" He looks stunned, and then confused. "I gave you flowers as my response."

Hatsue could almost hear a wheel screech in her head. "You gave me poison."

"Flowers." Sasori deadpanned.

"Poison."

"Hemlock."

"I studied poisons with you, Sasori. I know which is which."

He raised an eyebrow at her. "And I studied the language of flowers because of you." He holds her stare. The moment felt painfully slow, but he waits. His patience is well-rewarded with the twinkle of her eyes. It clicked.

"Oh." You will be the death of me. Hatsue lets out a sharp laugh. "Only you," she tried to contain her peals of laughter in vain. "You would think it romantic."

Sasori's face matched his hair. He turned his face away, looking at a spot from a distance. He learned that whenever his face felt hot, it was better to look at anywhere else but Hatsue. He explains. "You're the only one I choose to be vulnerable to. You can kill me if you want."

"Whoah there, that went south real quick."

His eyes flickered back at her. "I don't simply like you. Hemlock is the closest thing that shares the sentiment I hold for you and that is: you undo me, Hatsue."

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AN: I know I'm late but this took too long. The last bit is inspired from Arcane Netflix. Shout out to my man Silco. The next prompt is gonna destroy me.

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wind-becomes-lightning · 2 years

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Power play

Day 5 :) This is cute shit very cute shit boob. I once drew Sayuri in the Hokage outfit (boob) and sora in the anbu outfit (boobie)

Uchiha Sayuri & Sarutobi Sora, info shit.

Kakashi x OC & Yamato | Tenzou x OC

3571 words

Rated G

for @narutoocshipweek Day 5: Dress up & Outfit swap

“It’s not you that’s handsome anyway,” she spits out. “It’s that black uniform of yours that makes you look handsome. If they would see you without it they’d think I made a bad match. And if they’d see me in it they would also think I’m hot.”

She does not have to see Kakashi to know he is grinning: “Is that so?”

“Yeah and I can prove it to you”, she says, hand pulling into a fist. He just replies with a muffled: “Well then” and turns to another page.

“Did you know that the ladies in the secretaries office mumble about how good looking you are when they think you are not listening?'', Sayuri asks one evening, feet up on the table in the living room, back laying down. It's this sort of behaviour she would scold her children for, but that she still does herself when noone is around to scold her for it.

Kakashi giggles without putting the book down he is holding: “Well, I guess I am handsome then.” He says it to tease her, she knows. Kakashi has never been someone that was really interested in looks, not his, not others. But he knows her moods well enough to know that she does care.

“They said it's a shame you are married”, Sayuri says, wiggling her toes on the table. He scoffs. “Guess they think I don’t fit you…,” her voice trails off with her head falling sideways. Konoha was always her hometown, but she had been gone for so long that now she was welcomed back like a stranger. So not everybody was excited to have the beloved and admired Copy-nin marry an outsider. It stings when she is honestly thinking about it.

Unfazed by this, Kakashi continues moving pages in his book. This is a non-issue for him, so he doesn’t even dignify it with an answer. Sayuri however can’t keep her emotions down low and the sting of dismissal turns to anger in her throat.

She does not have to see Kakashi to know he is grinning: “Is that so?”

“Yeah and I can prove it to you”, she says, hand pulling into a fist. He just replies with a muffled: “Well then” and turns to another page.

***

For most people that are not out on missions Sunday’s are free days in Konoha. Only essential shops are open for shopping and only essential personnel are needed in office buildings and the hospital. Generally, that would mean that families have an opportunity to spend a day together, but unfortunately Kakashi, as Hokage, is seen as an essential personnel and therefore always expected at the office. No matter the day or time or if there are family birthdays.

However, right from the beginning Kakashi refused to play by that rule. Taking his kids with him and staying home from work whenever he felt like it. People knew where he lived, even if the Hatake compound was a little ways off the city, so they could catch him at home. He had some sleeping to do.

The perfect time for Sayuri to sneak out of the bed before he woke and collect all the clothes he had carefully folded on top of his drawer was therefore a sunday. He obviously had some spare versions of his Hokage outfit, but he had a good eye for what was at the right place and what was not, so Sayuri couldn’t just take a set away from him without him noticing.

Their conversation about his outfit was now two weeks past, but Sayuri did not forget about the plan to prove to him that no, people didn’t find him as handsome as they found his clothes pleasing to look at. The hypocrisy that she indeed did find him very handsome, at least when she had a moment to be honest with herself, did not cross her mind.

On this perfectly selected Sunday morning Sayuri therefore peels herself out of the bed and tiptoes down the hall to the bathroom, the stack of clothes under her arm. It is surprisingly much, especially the sweater and the vest are heavier than she anticipated. In the bathroom she takes off her nightgown and throws on the undershirt that hangs over her chest like a tiny curtain. It is clearly all too big for her, but she has decided to go for it, so it needs to make due.

She has to pull up the trousers to her hips to keep them from falling down and then pull it close and tie it up tightly. The sweater falls over her arms like it is a little tent trying to consume her. Looking at herself in the mirror she realises how tiny she looks in the clothes. Kakashi is about 20 cm taller than her and even though he is not too bulky, has to wear larger sizes. Sayuri wiggles her arms around a little to see the sleeves fall over her hands, which makes her giggle quietly.

Then she picks up the vest. Even though Sayuri has returned to the village and changed her hitai-ate to a Konoha one, she is not yet back at doing missions and as such does not wear the standard Jounin-vest given for such occasions. So while she has undressed this particular hokage-vest more times than she can remember, she has no idea how to put it on correctly. It seems overwhelming how many little clips and strings it has to sit correctly and how heavy it is if you have to hold it up, especially if it is too big for you. Eventually she gets it over her chest and straps it close, realising with a swirl in front of the mirror that it does indeed look good, even on her and even a few sizes too big. It assures her in her “Kakashi-is-not-actually-handsome” theory - a theory she already knows is not true.

Lastly she forces her head through one of the skin tight masks and lets it snap shut over her nose. They are surprisingly easy to adjust to your facial type and sit perfectly tight for her too. No wonder that even Tsuki could easily steal and wear one though she was still very small. Sayuri breathes in and out to check how the air flow functions and that too is surprisingly easy. Whoever designed these for Kakashi truly had the life of a working, running, fighting shinobi in mind. The mask truly does not seem to get in the way.

One last spin around in front of the mirror to check her outfit from all sides and then Sayuri exits the bathroom once again to tiptoe back to the bedroom. It isn’t so easy to move anymore now that she has the pants on that are just a little too long, but she is skilled enough to not fall over her own feet. When she opens the door to the bedroom Kakashi is still sleeping, his cover long since fallen off and on the floor. He is wearing nothing but his own boxers and Sayuri's eyes wander to his shoulder muscles before she can stop herself. Not to get distracted now.

“Hatake Kakashi”, she says out loud in the most commanding dark voice she can muster. “Get up. The Sixth Hokage wants to see you.”

It takes everything in her not to start laughing loudly as Kakashi throws his eyes open and scrambles to sit himself up in bed. There it is, his Anbu training, she thinks and bites her own tongue to keep a straight face. Back straight but eyes still foggy, Kakashi lets his gaze wander through the room as if he can’t quite tell where he is. Then he blinks himself to reality. “What-” he asks and stops when his eyes fall on her. “The Hokage called me-?”

Has he forgotten that he is Hokage? Sayuri swallows a laugh and it sounds as if she is coughing. “I told you to get up”, she says again in that leader voice and Kakashi does without questioning the order. My God, Sayuri thinks, they really drilled that into him.

Kakashi blinks again and one more time and then finally she can see his eyes clearing up and the penny dropping behind them. “Sayuri” he states as a fact and she lets out the laugh she has been holding, giggling as quietly as she can. “You thought I was the actual Hokage” she gasps for air, “That’s so funny.”

“Well you pulled me out from a dream in which I was younger and it took me a little to… what are you wearing?” Kakashi now notices the oversized clothes hanging down her arms and legs. Sayuri does a little bow and then steps forward so that he can inspect her closer. “I thought I would be the Hokage today, don’t you think I look handsome?” She adds a little spin.

He takes another step forward and pulls at the sweater and the mask. His eyes are shining in the dark. “Very handsome”, he says and Sayuri immediately lets out a “Ha! I told you nobody actually thinks you are attractive! They only like your clothes. I needed you to see it for yourself.” Kakashi hums instead of a reply. It is unusual that he lets her win an argument, especially when it is such a petty one, but his eyes are still shining and fixed on her with a lopsided smile and it stays this way. No angry reply, no argument. Sayuri feels weirdly validated.

Finally Kakashi lets out a sharp breath. “Now that I’m up. What does my Hokage want me to do?”

“This is working for you?” Sayuri asks and puts her head to the side.

He knocks his head into hers softly. “Weirdly, yes.” He seems a little embarrassed about it as well.

She straightens her spine out. “Well then- then I want you to take down my mask” she orders and a quick smile appears and disappears on Kakashi’s lips. He moves one finger up to hook it under her mask as she has done so many times for him, and pulls on it to let it fall down her chin. It is a little exciting to be on the other end of this for once and Sayuri can feel the electricity in her veins as she angles her head up at him.

Before their lips can meet, however, they can hear a loud cry from another room. “Obito”, both say almost in unison and Kakashi lets go of Sayuri instantly. It is not unusual for the child to have nightmares that he would wake up screaming from. One of them would have to go and look after him now. The curse and privilege of parenthood.

Kakashi sighs. “I’ll dress up and go. You should also put on something… normal.” He reaches for his usual blue shirt and pulls it over his head. Sayuri feels for the clips at the back of the vest and can’t hide her disappointment. Things were getting good now, especially since she had actually finally won an argument for once.

Long fingers press her chin upwards and Kakashi presses a kiss to her lips and nose before turning to go. “This is not over, I can promise you that”, he gestures to the outfit. “We will just table it for another time.” With this he lets the door fall close behind him.

***

Yamato fiddles with the dinner plates as he cleans up the table in the evening while Sora takes care of Aiko. She knows something is on his mind and makes him nervous, but she is patient enough to give him the time to work the nerve to mention it himself. One of the things he likes about her is after all that she doesn’t push him into things that he isn’t comfortable with.

As he cleans the dishes away into the cupboard he coughs loudly and Sora grins a little to herself. “Talked to Kakashi today”, he says and tries to make it sound like he is just telling a story in a by-the-way fashion. Sora knows that this is finally what he was thinking about all evening, but she keeps concentrating on the child that babbles happily in her high chair. “Yes?” she asks to get Yamato to keep talking.

“We talked about mission statuses and the ANBU rebuild that is undergoing through Sai”, he explains and then turns around to face her. “It seems to be all going well as far as is considered. It can be tough to work the former Root agents into the new division since they have been shut off from the world for so long, but otherwise…” His voice trails off.

Sora waits patiently for him to continue. He sighs, then: “He told me a funny story actually…” Ah, Sora smiles, this is what he was actually trying to say. “Apparently Sayuri-san wore his Hokage outfit yesterday in the morning to win an argument about clothing. He said…” He coughed again. “He-he said that he liked that surprisingly much.”

Sayuri-san being almost a head or two smaller than her husband must have meant that her wearing his clothes would have been a very fun sight to see. Sora picks Aiko up and sets her on her hip when she realises why he told her that story in particular. “You want me to do that too”, she says as an observation and not a question. Yamato turns red almost instantly and leans against the kitchen counter: “O-only if you … you would want to of course.”

The baby babbles and rubs her eyes. Sora gives her a soft kiss onto the forehead and then hands her over to her father. “You put Aiko to sleep”, Sora says as Yamato takes the child from her. “I will gladly fulfil your wish.” As always embarrassed by his own romantic needs Yamato’s blush deepens, but Sora can see the excitement in his face too. He nods and walks with the child towards the tiny bedroom they have made for her.

After cleaning up the rest of the table that hasn’t been cleaned yet, Sora makes her own way into their master bedroom. The wardrobe at the back is light brown wood, full with carvings of vines and leaves, one of the many custom made items that Yamato brought into the household. She knows there is something at the top back that she is looking for and due to her small height it takes her a while to find it.

The scroll feels heavy in her hand even if it is as small as it is. Clothing scrolls can be very handy so they can be put into a pocket and stashed away, but the weight of the clothing style influences the scroll. It is not too heavy to lift or carry, it is just heavier than it looks. Sora hasn’t unsealed something for a long while - maybe ever- and so it takes her a little to figure the movement out to get the clothes out of the scroll. But finally the well folded clothes appear on the bed next to her, the ANBU mask set at the top.

Technically, Yamato was only supposed to be out of ANBU for a few weeks to support Kakashi and then go back to his squad and as such he had never given the uniform back. However, the support had turned into a multi month operation and then after the war he didn’t go back at all. While he helped out here and there at times, he was now effectively a working Jounin. Nobody had asked for his uniform back, so Yamato had just kept it sealed away at the back of their wardrobe.

It is all a little bit big for her, probably about the same as it must have been for Sayuri-san. The pants are very loose around her waist but she ties it together tightly at the front to keep it together. The undershirt is almost like a dress to her and Sora lets it disappear in the pants for it to fit better. She notices the little flap at the top that Yamato usually pulls up his chin and it makes her laugh when it immediately slithers down hers. Her face is, after all, a little smaller than his. With some pins from her dresser she locks it in the hair at her back and keeps it steady like that.

The vest is heavier than she had expected. She had never really worn the old green vests, even when she got her own after the Chuunin exam and she isn’t wearing the new modern ones either, so she had completely forgotten the weight of it. It makes sense though, as it is for body protection. Sora throws it over her shoulders and clips it shut, admiring her look in her dresser mirror for a moment before continuing with the gloves. They are much too long and she has to pull over the ends to keep them at the right length. There is only the arm protection left and clicking those closed with gloves on proves to be difficult. But in the end she gets it done.

With the uniform fastly secured she turns around and looks at the last piece still laying on the bed waiting for her: the cat mask. It makes her feel nostalgic as she picks it up and turns it in her hand. Yamato saved her with this mask on his face once from certain death and she had seen him countless times with it while she was watching him from a distance. Incredible that now it is here in her hand, in their bedroom as a married couple. Who would have thought things would turn out this way.

Hooking it to one's face is surprisingly easy. It sits behind the ears securely and easily removable if necessary. She looks at herself in the small mirror once more before she turns on her heels and exits the bedroom. By now Yamato surely has brought Aiko to sleep, who seemed very tired during dinner already. They probably have three to four hours before the baby is awake again. Enough time to enjoy… whatever this dress up is.

Sora leaves the bedroom on her tiptoes and can already hear the soft sound of the television coming in from the living room. Before she enters the wide open space she knocks onto a pillar of wood next to the door to get his attention. “You called for ANBU member Cat, sir”, she says, bowing a little and smiling behind the mask.

It is a delight to see Yamato’s reaction in real time. The way his eyes move over in confusion at the sentence she just said, the way they fall down over her clothes and back up, how they stay on her mask, how his jaw drops open. “Yes”, he sighs and it is a reply to her question and an assessment of the situation.

She steps into the room slowly so that her pants don’t fall down and makes her way over to him. “What did you want me to do, sir?” she asks again and tries to make her voice submissive and official. Yamato reaches with one hand to find hers gloved in his own gloves. His eyes are alight with a fire and she knows what that means. When he shakes his embarrassment off and shuts his head off and his heart leads, then he can be just as wild as others can be.

“Cat,” he says in his captain voice, “I want you to sit down. Here.” He pulls on Sora’s hand to make her sit on his lap. “Wouldn’t that be inappropriate, sir?” she asks coily. The play really works for him, she thinks as she notices how heavy he is already breathing. He pulls harder at her hand “I insist” until she completely sits on his legs.

His hands wrap around her waist. “Are you a capable member of the anbu squad, cat?” he asks, a little breathless.

“The former Cat was a very talented shinobi, I’m trying my best to follow in his footsteps”, Sora replies with a hidden smile. Yamato does not miss the compliment and the blush is back a little, but it just seems to put an even hotter fire into his eyes.

“Very well then”, he says and then: “Take your mask off.”

Sora straightens her back out: “That - we usually are not allowed to do that without due cause, sir.” Each “sir” seems to stir him even further and she enjoys that side of him every time it comes out.

His hand finds the bottom of her mask and pulls it from her face. He stops for a second, eyes locked on the chin cover she has steadied with pins and then he starts laughing. “Oh god, it's all too big for you.” His body is shaking with laughter. Sora laughs too now, because she always has to laugh when he laughs. Automatically their heads move forward so that their lips find each other in the air.

“It’s weird to kiss you with this clothed thing there,” Yamato admits and pulls at the chin protector. “Is that always like that when I wear it?”

Sora grins in reply: “Pretty much, yeah. You will get used to it.”

“I assume so”, Yamato mumbles and leans forward again for another kiss. When he draws back his eyes are full of fire again. “Now Cat, what should we do next?” Back straightening out Sora finds her submissive voice again: “Whatever you order, sir.”

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