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wind-becomes-lightning · 2 years

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hi there!

congrats on reaching a 100 followers. i was wondering if you could write a piece about soft obito x reader with some fluff but mostly nsfw. (ignore if uncomfortable)

thank you...xx

Heyo! I’m sorry it took so long, I was overly busy with OC stuff (apologies!) I hope this is something you were looking for. I kinda never find the balance with fluff and feel insecure, so I hope this is up to what you wanted! :)

This was for my 100 follower celebration and it took so long to write that I’m halfway to 200 now. Requests are again closed, because I don’t take them usually.

PG 18 mdni. Warning for: Vaginal sex, fingering and cold weather ;)

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Who the hell goes camping in winter? Well, your friends apparently and you, since you didn’t really have a choice in the matter and got dragged along no matter what. Now you are standing freezing to your toes in front of a campfire at minus 3 degrees celsius and you hate them all, the whole pack of them, for forcing you through this torture.

Obviously this whole thing had been Obito’s idea, a friend of yours from college, who always came up with these stupid activities for your friendgroup to do. What could be wrong about hanging out in the freezing cold with only limited firewood and tons, tons of alcohol? Nothing! You look in the round of friends as they are drinking and enjoying their time together, while you grab your jacket even tighter around you.

“Hey, grumpy cat”, Rin says, sitting down next to you around the dying fire. “Hey”, you say, your face never leaving a frown. “How much do you think they had to drink?” She gestures to Obito, who waves his arms around uncontrollably in front of Genma and Kakashi who are both laughing, cheeks red. “He’s a dork”, you say, eyes at the back of Obito’s head. As if he’s heard you talking about him he turns around and calls for you.

“Are we going to share a tent or what?” he grins, almost dropping the beer bottle he has in hand. You sigh. Upon arrival it was made clear to you that Obito only brought a very cheap sleeping bag, something about “It only cost 20!” and that you two would be sharing a tent, as Rin would room with Anko, which gave you no chance. “How will you even sleep without freezing to death?” you ask back and Obito wiggles with the bottle again: “I will be drinking so much that I’ll just fall asleep instantly.” You move your head to whisper to Rin: “I doubt that.”

Soon the last hotdogs were eaten and the firwood burned down completely. It's minus 6 degrees now and you are absolutely done with it all so you announce that you are going to disappear into the tent. A very drunk Anko and Rin agree to go to sleep too, and soon everybody packs their things together. Kakashi goes with Gai and Genma in the only three man tent you brought (something old, left over by Gai’s father Dai, who loved going on outdoor family trips) and Obito climbs into your tent behind you.

It is insanely cold, even with the little mattresses you use so you don’t have to lay on the ground. You know that wearing less in a sleeping bag helps keep you warmer, but you can’t imagine actually undressing in this weather, so you only take off your jacket, shoes and socks and slip into your bag, zip it up and bring your little pillow in position. Next to you Obito is also undressing a little, but he seems to have much more issues with his bag. You can see how thin it is from the corner of your eye. Well he is in for a long night, you think.

“Please scooch over, come on,” Obito begs, his cold fingers grabbing your body suddenly. “I’m sorry if you are too stupid to bring an actual warm sleeping back, ‘Bito, you should have known its going to get cold.” He grunts annoyed and moves closer to you anyway. You can feel his frontside brush up against your behind.

You are well aware of the advantages of two people retaining body heat between them on cold nights, but just the idea of opening up your bag now seems out of the question. So you nod to yourself: Obito would have to suffer on his own. “Please”, he whispers so close to your ear that you feel the hot air on your neck. He calls you again, pleadingly and you want to hit him very badly. “Drinking a lot didn’t help with falling asleep did it?” you mock him and he sighs, his hand reaching over you.

“If you’d help me get warm I’m sure I’d fall asleep immediately, I swear, I’m actually pissed out drunk”, he explains. His breath makes your skin prickle strangely and you scratch the place he was just breathing over. Ugh, you really don’t want to get out of your cosy position, just enough warmth for your feet to feel like feet again, but what can you do when a friend pleads with you like this? It’s not like you want him to freeze to death, even if this stupid trip was his idea. “Fine,” you grind your teeth together and open the zipper of your sleeping bag.

Obito immediately draws the arm away, a “yes!” escaping his mouth that smells like beer and hot dogs and he opens his bag too. “We can layer it!” he explains excitedly and you can’t help but roll your eyes. It is hard to believe that any layering technique could make you as warm as the zipped up bag would have made you, but what to do. “First yours”, you instruct and Obito throws his thin bag open up like a blanket over you. “Wow, you only spend 20 on this huh? It's barely noticeable”, you mock him and he squirms a little in embarrassment.

“Mine next,” you say and he helps you pull your opened bag over the both of you. His frown turns into a satisfied grin at the new gained warmth and he turns to you: “Now us.” You scooch over to him to sling your arm around him, but he pushes your hand away: “I have to be the big spoon!” he screams, a little louder than necessary. “I have more body, I will be the big spoon.” You scoff: “I don’t think it has anything to do with body size.” Obito is unrelenting though: “I have to be the big spoon, come on, it needs to be me. Don’t say you won’t allow it, come on-”

“Oh god, just let him be the big spoon to make him shut up”, Genma yells back from the tent next to yours and you let out a sharp breath: “Fine” you say again, your teeth even more grinding together than last time. “If you touch me inappropriately you are dead, Obito, okay?” you say in a slightly lower voice, hoping it doesn’t carry through the night and Obito nods a little bit too eagerly. You turn around and lay back down on your little pillow and he moves close to you, his frontside again brushing up against your back.

It is warm with Obito's arm slung around you and his body pressed against yours. “Hey”, he slurs into your ear and you bite your lip a little. Why do you suddenly feel so uneasy with him close? “What?” you say, trying to sound cool and unbothered. “You feel nice.” You don’t know what to say to that, so you say nothing. Lightly humming, he buries his head into your neck, his hair tickling your skin a little. “I’ve always thought you look nice.”

“T-thanks,” you reply, suddenly very insecure about the position you are in. What does he mean with that? “I’m glad you came out with us”, he continues, his lips mere inches from your neck. You can’t stop your heart from increasing it’s pulse as he pulls you to him a little bit closer. He whispers your name and your breath catches in your throat a little.

This is Obito Uchiha, right? A little chaotic and all over the place, a good friend, a loyal friend, someone who’s opinion you’d always valued highly. But you’d never thought about him in any other way, not in that way. But now that he is so close to you, you can’t stop thinking about him in that way. He is handsome for sure, scars or all, funny and maybe your eyes had always followed him a little, maybe his eyes had always followed you…

“I know you told me I can’t touch you…” Obito rips you out of your thought spiral and back to reality. Your face feels cold in the little isolated tent, but underneath the covers you can feel yourself warm up at fast speeds, not only because of the double blanket. He takes a breath before he continues: “... but I really want to anyway.” Oh god, he is the honest kind of drunk. The heat is in your face right away. What a direct way of asking that question!

You move your neck a bit away from his lips to gather yourself. “Obito, I don’t think that is a good idea”, you hear yourself say, but only half mean it. Now that you’ve thought about it, maybe you want to fool around with him, a little at least. But it could permanently end your friendship with him, a friendship you greatly value. The dilemma is heavy on your mind, but ultimately it is Obito who chooses for you, as he leans forward just a little to brush his lips to your exposed neck.

“I’m sorry”, he whispers, his lips touching your skin with every word, “I’m sorry, I broke my promise.” You can feel the heartbeat in your ears. “I-It's not like you touched me inappropriately, Bito, that was….innocent mostly” you say, voice flying with nerves. “Hm”, he makes and before you can say anything else he kisses your neck again, a bit closer to your throat this time. His nose brushes your ear. “What if I would want to though?” he breathes, “Touch you … not innocently?”

Common sense and rationality leaves your brain as his tongue moves over your earlobe. What the hell, friends should also be allowed to make out once in a while, you decide. You’re stuck in this god damn cold tent for a whole night, so you might as well have a little fun, right? At least that is your way of rationalising it. You take his hand that is still draped over your hip and move his fingertips to your lips. You kiss the tips gently. “Fine”, you say a third time in the last hour.

Obito lifts his head a little and he lets out a sound deep from his throat. You can feel him vibrate with excitement. He dives back down to your neck, kissing you deeply, sucking your skin in. You grab his hand tighter and can feel your body shiver through his touch. Oh, now that you’ve decided to have him, you really do want him.

Apparently satisfied with his work in your neck, he pulls it sideways with the hand you have been holding so that he can meet your lips with his. You can’t help but moan into it. This shouldn’t taste good at all, with all the alcohol he’d been drinking, but it does. His tongue finds yours and you breathe heavily as he engages you more urgently. He is so sweet, so tasty and sweet. You know right then that you could never go back to being friends.

With his fingers entangled into yours you lead his arm back down your chest and let him bury himself under your sweater. He touches your naked skin, pinches and strokes over your nipples until your head spins, continuously kissing your neck and throat. You moan a little, trying to be quiet enough not to arise suspicion in the other tents.

He props up an arm around your head, his fingers playing with your hair as he lets go of your mouth to kiss your neck again. His cheeks are as cold as yours feel, but your core keeps you warm. “Can we go one layer down?” he asks sweetly, his tongue once again feeling for yours. You worry about the cold a little, but could never deny him a request asked in such a manner.

You dive under both of the blankets and wriggle yourself out of your sweater, with Obito stunned watching next to you. “You need some help?”, he asks and you can hear his smirk through his words. “No thanks,” you reply and finally get the sweater over your head. The tshirt you had worn underneath gets stripped off with it. Your topside is now exposed to him in the dim light. “Oh”, Obito makes, his eyes wandering over your naked frontside. “That will do nicely,” he grins and pulls you closer again.

Obito lets his hands wander over you, now unhindered by any clothes. His tongue keeps yours engaged as he does and you can feel your breath getting more heavy beneath it. He’s a good kisser, not that you’d ever doubted, but still. Your hands touch the ends of the pullover he is wearing, a warm, full cotton one, and you dive your fingers under it to touch his chest. He is not wearing a shirt underneath. How could he have come to winter camping so unprepared?

A little breathless he pulls back and then with a smile aimed at you he pulls his own pullover off over his head, exposing his naked chest to you. You’ve seen him in bathing shorts before, so the view is not new to you, but somehow it feels oddly different this time. You know by the heat on your cheeks that you must have turned red. Yearning for him close again you stretch your hand out and he cuddles into it, your naked chests now pressed together.

You thought your feet would cool out if you’d share one sleeping bag with Obito, and you’d been completely wrong. Now, skin to skin, you feel warmer than you’d ever done before. His lips find yours and you brush yourself as close to him as you possibly can, both of you now completely hidden under the two sleeping bags. He groans in delight at your touch on his back and you wonder how much of this he will still remember come sunrise. Maybe this would not leave a dent in your friendship after all.

Obito’s tongue trails down your neck and collarbone to your naked nippels in front of him. He sucks and licks over them that you see stars, finding no other outlet than to crawl your fingers deep into his black hair. While he still keeps you occupied in your chest area, his hand sneaks his way into your sweatpants, opening the cord to loosen them just enough to get inside. “Bito…” you breathe as he moves his thumb over the fabric of your panties. He lifts his head to sigh your name back in return before he catches your mouth again.

“I will now touch you inappropriately,” he whispers into your ear, before biting your neck a little. Your heartbeat sounds in your ears. “A-alright”, is all you can say, because his hand is already on the move, touching from your clit to your entrance and back up without ever moving the panties out of the way. You are desperate for him to actually touch you and arch your back into him. It is hot under the blankets and you feel the heat burning all over.

He continues the tease a little longer, his fingers moving along the hemline of your panties and scratching lightly over your naked leg, but then he finally moves it out of the way, just enough to give him access to your cunt. You sigh loudly as he moves over you and you can hear your own wetness ring in your ears. Obito watches you through low hung lids and you want to bite the satisfied grin off his face. “Don’t be too loud”, he breathes against your lips as he starts moving with purpose. “The others might hear.” You swallow the next moan down as it comes.

Your head falls back on the ground of the tent, hard and it hurts a little, but you ignore the short pain. Obito is now kissing your nipples again, his fingers moving over your most sensitive spot with pressure that feels just right. It is impossible for you to keep your eyes open now and think any rational thoughts. You want him to go faster, make you cum, once, maybe twice. Your fingers feel for the hard erection in his pants and move over it. The movement is rewarded with a sigh out of Obito’s mouth. He takes your hand and puts it into his own pants.

The pants feel tight around your hand, but you have just enough space to stroke him along to reap blissful sighs from his mouth. He increases his movement too, circling your clit with his finger until your core clenches. Your lips are pressed together with his, only leaving slight room for breath, to keep your voice low enough for the others to sleep. When you open your eyes just a little you can see him still looking at you, watching you through heavy lids. You can read in his face how satisfied he is with what he sees, how much he loves your messy state.

You give in quicker than you expected, overstimulated by his tongue, his hand on your back, your hand on his cock and of course his finger. A gasp escapes you that he can’t quell and you cramp your legs a little trying to arch yourself further into the feeling. “Shhh”, Obito makes, a grin on his face as he kisses you through the ecstasy. You stroke quicker, your hand pressed hard around him, the other one in his hair. It is warmer than any campfire ever could be, warming you from your heart to your head. Everything spins around you, your pulse racing blood through your body. “Obito…” you sigh and he says “Shh” again.

He doesn’t let go of you at first, forces you through the intense feeling of your orgasm even as you whine into his lips, but then Obito seems impatient, shifting a little to give your hand more access. His cock is twitching with anticipation. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time”, he says softly, his voice sending shivers down your spine. He lets go of your cunt, leaving it wet and swollen behind and you get to catch a breath, but only a moment, because his hands are already on the move again.

Without another word he pulls your pants down with his hands, just wide enough to expose you for him. You look up at him, his dark eyes glittering in the light of the moon shining through the walls of the tent. The heat behind them burns on your skin, his desire readable on his face. You take him up on the challenge, move his pants down too, so that his cock can finally be free and grow to its full length. For a moment you just remain like this, his hand on your naked ass and your hand on his cock, but then you whisper: “So what now?”

Obito’s eyes are a raging fire as he moves onto his back to take a hand into his backpack behind him. He ruffles through it and finds what he is looking for: a condom wrapped in blue plastic wrap. “You brought something like that on a camping trip?” you breathe, crooking an eyebrow. He winks: “I thought maybe something might happen. I - had hoped something might happen.” He slurs his speech a little, still so drunk. You take the condom out of his hands. Well this would certainly end your friendship forever.

There is a little bit of fiddling involved with opening it under the two sleeping bags without letting the cold outside air in, but you get it done after all. Obito watches you again, eyes expectant and hot, as you pull it over him. He breathes out at your touch on his balls. He is so hard. “So what?” you whisper, fingers stroking over him softly. You can't really leave these blankets, you think, otherwise either of you might freeze to death. He smiles: “Turn around again, let's spoon.”

You do as instructed and turn around, wiggling your feet out of your pants in the meanwhile. Naked, you are naked now, at minus degrees in winter in a tent. “Tomorrow I will be sick”, you can’t help but think, but then Obito rips you out of your thoughts again as he moves your legs apart just enough for him to move his cock between. His teeth are at your neck, his breath hot and heavy, but he just leaves it there for now, thrusting blindly through your legs. You can feel the movement over your slit and you crawl fingers into your arms. It drives you wild.

“Come- come on”, you say whiny, pleading again with him and he laughs a little: “If you insist.” He angles himself differently, moving a bit back. Pushing your legs even further open he feels for your entrance with his fingers and then, slowly, he inserts himself into you. A loud moan escapes your mouth before you can stop it. He breathes out heavily and starts thrusting forward. “Oh yeah,” he breathes as he moves, hands moved around your body to keep steady.

From this position he has an easy time hitting that spot inside of you that lets you see stars. You use your free hand to move to your own clit and circle it, all the while he continues his movement inside you, only occasionally moving forward to leave hot kisses on your neck and shoulder. It is hard now to keep your voice low, you have to bite your tongue to keep the pleasure to yourself. But you are unable to mask how wet you are. The lewd sounds are probably echoing through the night, you think weakly. Everyone in 4 miles must know what you are doing. You bite your lip until it bleeds.

“I’m glad I drank so much”, he whispers into your ear, pulling out and pushing into you so hard that you whimper, “I can hold on longer.” Maybe it is easier to hold on for him with all the alcohol, but you did not drink a lot, plus you are adding to the stimulation by massaging your own clit. Obito takes his tongue off your shoulder and changes his position slightly, so that he can move faster, harder and deeper. In accordance with him you increase the speed of your finger. And soon enough you feel yourself unravelling again.

You press your hand to your mouth, biting down hard on your own fingers to avoid screaming. Everything feels hot and electric now, your body no longer yours to control and guide. Obito notices your twitching, feels how your cunt is pulsing around him, and goes even faster, pushing that spot inside you harder and harder. You throw your head back into him, let him bite you and suck into your skin, unable to form a coherent sentence in your mind and think of anything else but him. “Obito…!”

He grunts a little, delighted that you’re calling out his name in such pleasure. Your hands run over the bottom of the tent, a plastic sound and the blanket slips from both of you, exposing you to the cold. This should have stopped either of you, but instead it seems to fire Obito up more as he is moving even faster to find his own end. “A-almost..” he presses out, more to himself than to you and you moan a little, your back arched into him as far as you can bend. His cock twitches inside of you and you know it must be near.

Obito groans as he comes, a long sigh leaving his chest right after. He crawls his fingers into your shoulders and moves his hips through his own release. You close your eyes and let him ride it out, oddly satisfied with how relieved he seems. Seems like he really had wanted to do this for a long time. Now that your own high is slowing down you feel oddly flattered by that. He sighs again, his head falling into the crook of your neck. He whispers your name quietly into your ear and you lift a hand to touch his hair.

“We should try to get back under covers”, you say, suddenly so tired, as he pulls the full condom off his cock and wraps it into a piece of paper he got from somewhere. It is a miracle that neither of you are frozen to the core, with both of you naked in such a cold without much cover, but then again it was always said that skin to skin contact would keep you warm. Still, it’s hard to believe how sweaty you are. Obito throws the covers over both of you and you turn to him, your foreheads touching as he kisses you again. “I’m glad you touched me inappropriately”, you say and immediately feel like eating the smile off his face again.

Obito’s eyes find yours and you can see the light in them shining happily. “I think it's great that you let me do it.” Both of you giggle like school children. “I wanted you to come specifically you know”, he admits, his hands playing with your hair. “I made Gai bring a three man tent so you’d have to share with me.” You crook an eyebrow. “Is this why you bought a very cheap sleeping bag? So you could lay closer to me?”

“God no, I’m just stupid” he says laughing and its so infectios that you laugh too. Now that the heat between you is dying down you can feel the cold again at your shoulders, at your feet and you move closer to him, let him wrap his arm around you. “Do you think you will remember this by morning?” you ask him, your nose touching his jaw. He kisses the top of your head gently. “I sure hope so. Wouldn’t want to forget any of that.” Maybe it's not such a bad thing that your friendship has ended, you think. Maybe it was instead turning into something even closer.

Suddenly a light crosses his eyes, you can read that an idea popped up in his mind by his facial expression. “Obito, what fucked up thing did you think about now?” you ask, knowing his stupid ideas just too well. After all, you are here, freezing, because of one of these facial expressions. “We go to the car” he says and adds after seeing your confused face, “We just sleep in the car, you know? Turn on the heater, get warmed up. I bet the others are sleeping so nobody will know.”

“That's bad for the environment”, you state. “Come onnnn,” he replies and pats on your naked back. “If Shell can dump a million litres of oil in the ocean then we can sleep in a warm car for a few hours for one night. Don’t tell me you aren’t freezing.” Your toes feel like you bathed them in ice cubes so there is no reason to deny it. “I mean I didn’t want to sleep over in a tent in winter in the first place!” you complain and he kisses your head once more. “Ah, I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you I promise.”

As quickly as you can you dress back into your sweaters and sweatpants, your snow boots quickly on your feet. Obito is right, there is nothing but snoring audible from the other tents. You pray that nobody heard anything from your nightly activity. Too embarrassed to even imagine what they would think about you. Obito unlocks the car and lets you in on the backseat, turning on the heater on the front just enough so you can start feeling your face again, then he comes around to you. Your hand entangles into his as your head falls to his shoulder and his head onto yours.

The last thing you feel before falling into a deep sleep is his lips on your temple. It is so gentle and loving that you can’t help but smile.

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kakakakashi · 4 years

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could u do overstimulation and edging hcs for kakashi, itachi and obito too ? sorry i'm a hoe 🥺

I need this… I just… I need this. Please don’t be sorry. This is… yes. Also, who’s the one who hacked me? You know what. Nvm. Okay, let’s do this.

Side Note: To whoever sent in the Yam request, I am working on it, but it might be a little while until it comes out. I have a lot of Ideas™

*NSFW under the cut*

….. the noise I made when I read this ask… just…

Kakashi

I… want to get into this… but…

I’m not spoiling my celebration.

Guys, I’ve been working so hard, and I’m like halfway through.

I’m on a roll, so I should have it out soon.

Hopefully by the end of the month at the latest

Itachi

He takes it so slow.

He’s soft, and he adores you.

Holds you down, and makes you fucking writhe.

Probably starts out by fingering you.

And just when you’re about to come, he retreats.

You complain, and when he resumes, you take hold of his wrist when you start getting close.

“Do I have to tie you up, or are you going to be good for me?”

He has a set of red silk ties he LOVES to use on you.

Usually only ties your wrists to the headboard, but isn’t opposed to tying your legs if you want him to.

Once you’re tied up, he’ll probably start eating you out.

And his hair is so pretty you wanna pull it so bad.

But when the tug of the silk reminds you that you can’t, you whine.

Edges you again and again and again.

May just leave you tied up on the bed, writhing while he does something else.

Finally, he comes back and edges you a few more times.

You’re about to come when he stops one final time.

“Not yet, darling. You’re going to come on my cock like the desperate little thing that you are.”

Literally doesn’t shut up about how beautiful you are.

He loves how effortlessly he slips inside you.

Teases you until you beg him to make you come over and over.

“Your wish is my command.”

Your entire body goes numb when he fucks you just how he knows you like.

It only takes you a few minutes to cum because he’s been denying you for so long.

And he smirks like the cocky bastard he is, and he doesn’t stop.

It’s all too much, and your fingernails are digging into your palms.

If you try to muffle your noises, Itachi will grip your chin, and make you open up.

“I want to hear those beautiful sounds you make.”

You come a second time, and he comes with you.

Also, he probably activates his sharingan to remember what you look like through the whole experience.

Obito

Another Motherfuckin Uchiha

He’s more playful, though.

Omg, it probably starts out because you two were goofing around.

He probably bets he can make you squirt or something, and you just laugh because he’s such a little shit.

“Why would I bet against that, you goofball?”

“Well, it’s a win win situation, so…”

You roll your eyes, and he just scoops you up and plops you on the bed.

Whispers sweet nothings across your skin while he starts toying with you everywhere except where you want him.

You’re soaked by the time his mouth finally gets to work between your legs.

Probably lets you come once.

Then he gets the fun started.

He lets you recover from your first orgasm before going down on you for another.

Just when you’re getting close, he pulls away.

You’re about ready to curse him out, and he just teases you.

“You’re so cute when you think you’re in control.”

Works you up again and retreats.

Can only edge you a few times before he gets impatient.

Another one who wants you to come on his cock.

Uchiha Breeding Kink™ back at it again, but this time in a less obvious way.

Starts fucking you from behind at a fast pace.

Starts playing with your clit until you’re coming around him.

He literally doesn’t slow down a bit.

Fucks you through another, and he still doesn’t stop.

He’s getting close, though, and he’s trying to catch you up by playing with you in all the ways he knows how.

That’s when he finds that spot that has you screaming, and it’s all over for the both of you.

He wins the bet.

#naruto imagines #kakashi x reader #itachi x reader #obito x reader #cherry has ideas sometimes #hi. i’m cherry queen of the sin bin.#Anonymous #100 #200 #cherry posts about ninja nerds #300

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sunnywritesstuff34 · 3 years

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Illusions

(Yayyyy. Another one. It’s been a while, sorry. just wanna preface this by saying that like... I usually don’t really give a shit about Obito, but I figured this was a natural progression of the story and I kinda wanted to try and dive into Obito’s psyche a little so. here we go. tell me what you think. @ghostjellyfishheart here’s the next chapter lol. pls mind the tw’s)

TW and CW for: MAJOR UNREALITY, seriously stay safe, Obito is kinda spiraling a lot, grieving, struggling with morality, drinking, alcohol, less then stellar coping mechanisms of all kinds, don’t do this kids, child death, ghost child, dead kid, you don’t like... see her die but Rin is very much not alive, references to suicide, implied suicide, the uchiha massacre is its own warning, murder, its bad. its just. its just bad. did I mention unreality? a lot of that, death of a family member, obito is having a hard time with feelings, probably dis@ssociation, pretentious symbolism, scratch that, definitely dis@ssociation

Obito Uchiha is upset.

And that is, frankly, ridiculous. Obito does not get upset. What does upset even mean? Is he sad? Mourning, perhaps? Or is he just worried? Either way, its borderline impossible. He shouldn’t be feeling anything. Obito doesn’t feel anything. Sure, he plays at it, when he’s Tobi. He feigns and pretends, he’s good at that. That is what he is, that is all he is. To Itachi, he is Madara. To Konan and Nagito, he is Obito. To everyone else, he is Tobi. Obito has taken on mask after mask after mask on in his life, both figuratively and literally. Sometimes he doesn't know where Obito ends and another begins. Obito does not feel anything, not for anyone that isn't Rin. Never for anyone that isn't Rin, and he left her behind a long time ago. And yet this boy, this child, has him reeling somehow. Has him… well, like before, the only word he can use is upset. He is rattled. And it has been so long, so long since he’s felt anything at all, that he doesn't know what to do. He doesn't know how to fix it. He kept seeing Sasuke in his head, kept remembering memories from years ago when he thought about the kid being gone forever. He remembered the first few years Itachi brought Sasuke to the compound, he remembered spontaneously discovering his obsession with tomatoes by accident with Kisame (who would not stop laughing. He had just never seen anybody. Put an entire tomato in their mouth. And Sasuke did it like it was the most natural thing in the world! Kisame wouldn't shut up about it for at least a week). He remembered helping the boy train with his newly forged chokuto, he remembered the grim determination towards his family and how much it reminded Obito of himself, he remembered all of it. And none of that should have mattered, because it wasn't real. None of it was real, the next world would be. The next world with Rin and Kakashi and Minato-sensei still alive, a world without… without Sasuke. Or any of the other Akatsuki. And that was what he wanted. He was sure that was what he wanted. Only in his room could he show the weakness tightly coiled in his stomach. But there was a knock on his door and it made him straighten up, instantly putting the mask that he just took off back on his face. He walked to the door and opened it, only to find the older Uchiha brother staring back at him. Obito blinked.

“Itachi-san. What are you… what are you doing here? I- uh… come in.” Obito and Itachi sat down at the small table in Obito’s room and stared at each other awkwardly. “So… how can I help you?” Obito tried to ask, unsure of whether to say it like Tobi or just let his guard down and talk like himself (whoever that was). Itachi cleared his throat.

“You are the only person in this godforsaken place that has sake that's worth a damn,” Itachi explained calmly. He looked away. “It has… been a long week.” Obito could tell the truth in that statement just from his cousin’s voice. Itachi sounded exhausted, and the perpetual mask of indifference had begun to slip when his little brother went missing. The two of them looked at each other and came to an understanding. For the next few minutes, there was no talking. Obito grabbed some glasses and poured his strongest sake out for the both of them, and they drank in silence. They only actually picked up a conversation once they were both drunk enough for the awkwardness to melt away.

“He’s likely not dead,” Obito commented bluntly. Itachi only sighed.

“If he is, I have no idea what I'd do,” Itachi grumbled casually, like it was an ordinary thing to say. “Certainly wouldn't stick around here. Probably follow in Shisui’s footsteps.” Obito only nodded, knowing better than to pry on that particular bit of insight into Itachi’s life. They were silent for a few more minutes before Obito spoke again.

“The massacre,” Obito started. “I was long gone by the time it happened. What… are you and Sasuke really the only survivors as the rumors say?” Itachi nodded, throwing back another glass. Obito thought about that bitterly, about his grandmother who wouldn't have been spared. Itachi sighed.

“Right. I've never really talked about this with anyone, and Sasuke and I don't speak about it much. You know how sharingan awakening works, yes?” Obito nodded, mind involuntarily flashing to his own experience.

“Well I made some genuine friends on my genin team. It was the first time I ever had any friends.” Obito closed his eyes and took another sip. Friends, sharingan awakening. Being crushed under a boulder with your crying teammates looming over you. Thinking, no, don't cry, it doesn't hurt. It really doesn't hurt. I can't feel anything, please don't cry. Watching a particular white haired individual (a traitor, that traitor) desperately try to save you. Losing a part of yourself, a part of yourself you didn't even know you had, and giving it to someone else. Forever living with that, knowing that your other eye is somewhere, because you can still feel it, but not knowing much else. The aching absence that grows from that. He opened his eyes again. “I watched them die, right in front of my eyes. That awakened my Sharingan, and when I went home, my father congratulated me. He congratulated me. It was a nightmare and he was proud. I don't know, that always stuck with me. But anyway,” Itachi paused to drink more sake as the room spun. “Sasuke’s eyes woke during the massacre. I didn't get there in time. He watched our parents die, managed to hide in the closet and keep quiet the whole time so they didn't find him. I got there in time to stop them from killing him, and realized his sharingan had awakened because of everything. I wasn't able to save anyone, but I was able to save him, and that's all that matters.”

“I understand,” Obito replied evenly. “I know what it's like to be too late.”

Itachi’s eyes slid over to him. “Yeah well… whatever. The Uchiha had been planning a coup for a while. Danzo, he gave me a choice. Either kill everyone myself and have Sasuke be spared to live happily in the village. Or, to let them kill everyone, Sasuke included. I didn't… I refused either option and tried to get there but I was too late. They killed everyone in one night, a bunch of Anbu who were deployed for the massacre. Like I said, Sasuke managed to hide. I knew that Danzo would be after us, so I grabbed Sasuke and we got the hell out of dodge. He didn't speak for months afterwards. Not a single word, other than screaming during his nightmares. It was probably a little selfish, but I… I missed him. There was no more ‘Itachi, look at the score I got at the academy!’ or ‘Itachi look, look I learned a new move!’ There was just… nothing. He was so vacant. If he's dead- if he’s dead after everything we’ve been through, I don't- I have no idea what I'll do. We have to find him, and we have to kill the people who took him away from us. We have to.” I know, he wanted to shout. I know, I feel the same way, but I don't know why! Itachi left not long after that, stumbled back to his room, and Obito fell asleep in his armchair. That night he had a dream, a dream of Rin. it had been years since he dreamed of her, usually they were memories and bits and pieces, but this was different. He opened his eyes in his dream to a dark plane filled with ink, darkness stretching in every direction. It was a frequent setting he found himself in, usually the dream would be about him sinking into the oily substance until he couldn't breath. But this time it was low enough to wade in, his feet touching the ground, whatever that was. In the middle of the expanse, there was a bone white skeleton of some creature he didn't recognize, and Rin. He staggered towards her, and she hugged him without a word. In dreams like this he was always covered in blood, the Obito from years past. But now he was just him, and he was maskless.

“Just what have you gotten yourself into now, Obito?” she asked, and it sounded just like her. It wasn't her, he was fairly sure of that, he was dreaming for god’s sake, but it sounded like her. It seemed like her, and that was enough. “It's okay to be worried about the kid,” she said, running fingers through his hair while he tried to calm his breathing.

“It's not real,” he managed hoarsely. “None of it. Nothing in this world is real, I shouldn't feel anything. So why… Why do I…”

“Does it matter if it's real?” she asked. “It feels real. Maybe it is, Obito.”

“Obito is dead,” he whispered. “At least the one you knew- Obito doesn't exist anymore.” Rin only shook her head, looking past him at nothing at all and smiling sadly.

“I don't believe you,” she said evenly. “You're still Obito. No matter how many names you take or how many masks you wear, I know who you are. And I think you do too.”

“It's not real,” he tried again, weakly.

“If it's not real, then why do you help Konan with the dishes? If it's not real, then why do you want to save Itachi’s brother so badly? Why do you make plans for Nagato’s dream in the supposed next world when you don't have to? Why do you stick around Deidara to make sure he doesn't get killed? Why do you help Sasori with his puppets? Why, Obito?”

“I can't be Obito,” he muttered quietly. “He’s dead. He died with you.”

“He is right here. He is sitting here with me. You're still you. You'll always be you.”

“B-But…. But Madara-”

“Madara is dead,” she said with finality, shaking her head. “Madara is a dead man now. You are the only thing that can bring him back, and you have a choice.”

“I've never had a choice.”

“You do now. Madara isn't here.”

“This is all just an illusion.” She smiled sadly.

“I'm an illusion, Obito. Your world is not.”

His dream didn't fade out from there. One second he was sitting in a dark dreamscape with his dead friend, and the next he was in the Akatsuki lair, laying in an armchair, sitting up and gasping for breath. His back hurt and his neck was aching from the weird position he dozed off in, and Obito could already feel the nausea of an inevitable hangover coming on. Still, he sat up properly, stretching his neck and running a hand through his short hair. Itachi was probably passed out in his room or throwing up already, and Obito had a hunch that he’d be feeling the same way pretty soon. He looked down at the floor and forced his eyes to focus. He didn't have time for a drunken hallucination within a drunken hallucination. But when he turned his head, he felt himself recoil and raise his hands to his face. The orange plastic from the ground winked back at him. Obito had taken his mask off. And now it was cracked.

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dimigex · 3 years

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New Altered Reality Chapter!

A03 / FF

I think it’s been like . . two years since I updated this story XD oops. The story is linked at the top if you want the full chapter and/or story. This is only a portion of the new chapter because it’s over 6k words

"Why don't you go train for a little while? It might take your mind off things." Rin made the suggestion as gentle as possible, ignoring the frustration that seethed just beneath the surface of her calm. She wanted the apartment to herself for a few hours and desperately needed Kakashi to stop fussing over her. Then, she'd be able to relax the way that she was supposed to. The man's constant attention put her on edge.

Since the doctor's appointment four days ago, Kakashi had been acting like a brooding hen. When Rin stood up to get her book from the bedroom, he'd jumped to his feet and offered to go instead. He didn't want her standing long enough to cook or clean, so he'd taken over those duties as well. While Kakashi was decent in the kitchen, he'd kept everything bland and refused to add any salt to the dishes. If the man mentioned her blood pressure one more time, Rin was fairly certain that hers would rise to dangerous levels when she yelled at him.

At Rin's words, Kakashi glanced up from the book in his lap. The man's brow furrowed as he marked his place with a finger. "What if you need something while I'm gone?"

"Then, I'll get it myself," Rin answered. She moderated her tone to placating rather than annoyed. It was more difficult than she expected. "I'm hardly an invalid, you know?"

"The doctor said you needed rest." Kakashi argued for the umpteenth time, as if Rin had forgotten it, as if he would give her a chance to forget it.

Rin held up her hand to stop Kakashi's next arguments before they could form. Slowly, she counted to five under her breath. The idea of laying in bed or on the couch for even one minute longer made her physically ill. She had done everything that she was supposed to: drinking glass after glass of water to keep herself hydrated, keeping the lights dim and the room quiet, resting on her left side whenever possible. There had been a dozen tiny things that might make a difference, or might not.

While that scenario would sound like a dream for some women, to Rin, it was a nightmare. She missed the days when training and missions kept her mind and body racing. When she was in the village, Rin kept herself busy wherever the hospital needed an extra set of hands. She hadn't chosen her specialization yet, but she was leaning toward pediatrics. Most medical nin worked in triage and emergencies, but there were plenty of quiet days as well. Rin liked the idea of helping children feel better rather than focusing on battle injuries.

Rin realized that her mind had drifted from the topic at hand and brought her eyes back to Kakashi. She couldn't help but appreciate the changes in her husband in the past few days, even when they annoyed her. In some ways, he was more like himself and others, he was totally different. Rin could manage the symptoms of her pregnancy; she'd done that when morning sickness left her more or less living on the bathroom floor for two months. But, she couldn't handle the hovering worry that radiated off of Kakashi.

"Why don't you go see if Minato has an update on your team?" Rin suggested, pushing into a sitting position.

Apprehension entered Kakashi's eyes. The man still hadn't been able to explain his nervousness over the chunin exams, no matter how much he tried. Rin almost felt bad for bringing up the memory, almost. Team Seven was the only distraction that could get Kakashi out of her hair for an hour or two. Sensing the man's wavering resolve, Rin pushed. "I'm just going to take a bath anyway. A cool one," Rin amended when Kakashi opened his mouth. He had been reading one of her many books about the dos and don't of pregnancy; Rin wished that she'd thrown them out once she finished.

"I'm sure he would have sent someone if there was news," Kakashi countered. His voice lacked its usual certainty, however. He wanted to know what was happening with his students as much as Rin wanted some time to breathe.

Rin nodded, running a hand through her hair. "Probably, but it would be good for you to get your mind off this mess." She gestured around the apartment. "Besides, if I need you, I can create a clone to find you. I still know how to do some things."

Over the past few months, Rin had been developing her chakra control. Once her pregnancy had been confirmed, she'd been removed from active duty. With missions off the table, she spent more time at the hospital. Even so, Rin was only permitted to assist with certain cases, so she spent her free time working through exercises that improved her control. Hopefully, that would allow her the freedom to study more medical ninjutsu after the baby was born. If she'd learned anything from being on a team with hotheaded Obito and reckless Kakashi, it was that a medic was always necessary.

"You promise you'll come find me if you need anything?" Kakashi's voice held a note of uncertainty that surprised Rin. When she nodded, he tucked a strip of cloth into the book on his lap and placed it on the table. "I won't be gone long, but maybe you're right. I'm sure there are rumors about teams finishing the second exam by now."

"Take your time," Rin offered, schooling her face to impassivity. If she looked hopeful at the free time, Kakashi would see the trap. He stood, stretching the stiff muscles in his back, then glanced in her direction. A slight frown appeared on his face.

He's debating whether or not to kiss me, Rin realized with a start. While Kakashi had changed significantly over the past few days, the hesitancy about displaying emotions with her remained. Honestly, it didn't bother Rin as much as his lost memories did. Kakashi had always been private and reserved with his affections. Deciding to meet him halfway, Rin caught his hand with hers and squeezed. Kakashi exhaled in relief.

"Go on," Rin prompted, dropping her fingers away. "I'll be good, I promise."

A smile tugged at the corners of Kakashi's mouth as he stepped closer. To Rin's surprise, he leaned in and pressed a warm kiss to her forehead. An unfamiliar explosion of heat washed through her chest at the gesture. "I'll bring dinner home," Kakashi continued, completely unaware of the effect he had on her. "Don't even think of trying to make it while I'm gone."

"Promise," Rin laughed, hoping that her smile disguised the fact that she had just been considering that very thing.

When the door shut behind Kakashi, Rin glanced at the calendar on the wall. She calculated how much longer she'd have to endure Kakashi's worrying before life could get back to normal. If everything went perfectly, they would meet their son in twelve weeks; Rin could hang on that long. She didn't have a choice.

When a brief knock sounded on the office door, Minato glanced up from the paperwork in his hand. Shikaku slipped through before he had time to answer, and Minato's heart leaped into his throat. "Has there been news?"

The second chunin exam was coming to a close, and there still hadn't been any word of Naruto's team. Minato knew that his son and his teammates were talented shinobi, but the exams were designed to be taxing. He'd seen just as many groups fail because of bad luck as poor skill. With the relative peace in the shinobi nations, fewer genin were advanced to the next rank. Minato agreed with the changes, but he could still remember all too well how quickly the ninja wars had started.

Shikaku shook his head as he shut the door behind him. "None about Team Seven."

Minato understood what the man wasn't saying; there were more important things to worry about than Naruto's advancement. Shikaku's son was also competing in the exams, he had to be wondering about the same things as Minato, but Shikaku remained detached. He stayed focused on the other matters that required his attention to keep the village running. Shikaku had been an excellent pick as Minato's second in command, and Minato didn't know what he would do without him most days.

Dipping his head in understanding, Minato pressed a thumb and forefinger against his eyes to stave off a headache. It had been a stressful week. When he wasn't torn between worries over Kakashi's memory and Naruto's performance, Minato had been dealing with chaos of having multiple villages together. There had been half a dozen fights to break up, tempers that needed soothing, and the exhaustion of hosting delegates. He cringed. "What is it this time? A broken nose over which kage is the strongest? Blood feud over the death of a distant relative? A comment taken the wrong way?"

"None of the above." Shikaku didn't crack a smile at Minato's attempted levity. Whatever he had come to say must be bad. Minato waited in silence. "I wasn't sure what to make of the report, so I brought it to you immediately. Someone made an attempt against the village barrier."

Minato shifted, mind flashing back to Kakashi's warning about Orochimaru. Even so, he forced himself to think logically rather than responding with a knee jerk reaction. "Did the Anbu tasked with that portion of the village find anything out of the ordinary? Which team was it?"

Again, Shikaku shook his head. "Obito's team deemed it a false alarm, something bound to happen with this many foreigners in the village."

Minato nodded without answering. Technically, his advisor shouldn't know the names of the men and women in Anbu, but Obito's presence hadn't been easy to hide, especially from someone who worked closely with Minato. Shikaku had been an effective jonin commander because he knew the strengths and weaknesses of every jonin in the village. There were few who weren't under his purview at some point, but Minato had no doubt that the man knew them as well. He wouldn't be good at his job if he didn't.

"Was there any evidence to suggest otherwise, anything at all?" Minato hated asking the question, but he couldn't afford to be lax with village safety during the chunin exams. There had been too many warnings to write this off as a coincidence. Though, he knew that if Shikaku had more information, he would have supplied it already.

Shikaku's sigh spoke volumes. He'd been under the same pressure as Minato the past couple of weeks. "No, everything appears to be in order."

Minato wondered if Shikaku had been thinking about Kakashi's warning when he brought that message. As much as Minato wanted to, he hadn't been able to keep that solely between himself and Inoichi. He relied on Shikaku too much to withhold such critical information. Even so, he held back as much as he could about Kakashi's memory loss. Until he figured out the cause, the less that everyone else knew, the better.

Tapping long fingers against the polished wood of his desk, Minato considered. He wanted to hear the report from his Anbu, but that would require summoning Obito. Or, perhaps, he could get by with asking Tenzo about it. The remorse that Obito had shown for what he did to Kakashi wasn't enough; the boy needed to realize that his behavior would not be tolerated. Minato decided to summon Tenzo once Shikaku left and get the full report on the disturbance. Though, he suspected it was a false alarm.

Sensing that he'd only skimmed the surface of Shikaku's reports, Minato nodded. "What else?"

A wry grin twisted the jonin's commander's face as he glanced down at the notes in his hand. "Uchiha Fugaku has requested a private meeting with you." Minato's eyebrows rose at that, wondering who Fugaku would want to talk about, one of his sons or Obito. It wasn't like the clan head to meet with Minato for something minor.

Minato dipped his head in understanding, then Shikaku continued his thought. "He requests a private meeting in the Uchiha compound."

The locale didn't surprise Minato. Fugaku must have found out something about the mystery surrounding Kakashi, but it wasn't something he wanted to risk being overhead. Which meant that it probably touched on some clan secret. Having the Hokage come to the compound instead of the other way around would raise the clan's opinion of Fugaku, at least. There were still some people, particularly in the Uchiha clan, who wished that Fugaku had become Hokage instead of Minato. Hopefully the man's information would be worth the hassle.

Minato glanced at the clock. It wasn't quite noon, and he was already longing for home. "When am I supposed to be there?"

Shikaku consulted his notes to be sure he was correct before speaking. "Tonight. Your schedule was too full to allow time during the day, and with the second exam ending in the morning, there wasn't another opportunity."

Fugaku didn't want to wait that long, Minato realized after a moment. He dipped his head in understanding; there were a million loose ends that needed to be tied up before the final exam could begin. Even problems as important as this one had to wait. Minato rubbed at his temples in frustration, then gestured for Shikaku to continue. "What else?"

(Full chapter and story available on A03 and FF, linked at top of the post)

#Dimi writes #Altered Reality Update #KakaRin #Kakashi #Rin #Full chapter available on Archive and Fanfic #This update is ridiculously old and I'm sorry #Hopefully this will give me inspiration to keep going

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amayamiyaki · 4 years

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The prologue for Home is finally out! So for those of you interested in a wholesome fic about a charming, single father falling in love with his daughter's teacher, this fic is for you!

Title: Home

Characters/Pairing: Genma/Sakura

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Strong language and mature sexual content

Summary: Genma always knew that being a single father meant doing what was best for his daughter, whether it be tea parties in the yard or wiping her tears away. And with his parents and his friends there to help him out every step of the way, he likes to think he's done a good job so far. But in the back of his mind, Genma also knew there was something—or rather, someone—missing. And it makes him realize that maybe, he doesn't have to do it all alone.

In which Genma falls into an unexpected romance with his daughter's teacher, Sakura. He wants a home. Sakura wants a family. And as for his daughter?

"Daddy, I want a mom."

Prologue:

A fire crackles in the center of the yard, projecting elongated shadows along the grass. Sparks pop and float into the air while the flames dance on, fervent with the easy mood.

Its warm tonight, the sweltering heat of summer just beginning to surrender into a colder, more comforting breath, and the skies are alight with all the constellations on bold display. The grass sways despite the lack of wind, whispering their soft goodbyes against Genma's legs as he listens to the cicadas and crickets sing one last song. He looks up at the sky with a relaxed sigh, leans back onto his palms and stretches out his legs, takes in the dazzling eclipse of stars that paint the charcoal night.

He loves nights like this—nights where the many shades of the sky aren't masked by artificial streetlamps and where the crickets' symphony isn't disrupted by the hum of overhead planes. He likes being able to lay back and trace the crystalline embroidery overhead while his friends laugh and joke around him, because it reminds him of summers from decades past and adventures in the woods, bike rides along the train tracks.

Absently, Genma shifts again, closes his eyes as he feels the breath of fatigue graze against his chest. He's exhausted, bleary eyed and a day unshaven; his shoulders ache and all he wants to do is go home and sleep, but part of him isn't quite ready to leave—not when everyone is out tonight.

Iwashi sits to his right, idly plucking chords out of his guitar but not really paying attention, more invested in the stories they all trade over the fire. Kakashi's passed out in the hammock further down, lost to the world while Yamato and Kotetsu listen to every conversation with shaking heads and wholehearted chuckles; Aoba stands watch over the grill and Ebisu cracks open a fresh beer, while Izumo and Asuma argue over whose rendition is closer to the truth.

"Then he tripped, smacked right into Arashi's car!"

"Hold on now," Asuma interrupts with a hint of a laugh, leaning forward so his elbow rests upon his knee. He flashes his palm as he speaks, waving his hand in a way that demands pause, but smiling nonetheless. "That is not how that happened."

izumo mimics his pose. "That's exactly how that happened!"

"No," Asuma insists with the shaking of his head. "You were running your mouth and Zabuza kicked your ass. He straight up threw you into the side of the car." Then, the bearded man huffs and leans back into his chair. "Arashi and my dad beat my ass all up and down Old Road for that dent, by the way."

As Iwashi and Kotetsu snicker, Izumo shoots back, one hand gesturing to himself as he sputters incredulously, "I didn't say anything! It all started because Obito said something about Mangetsu's brother. And I wasn't the one who put the dent in the door."

"Zabuza threw you into the side of the car," Asuma reiterates, sharing an exasperated but amused look with Yamato and Kotetsu. "How is that not your fault?"

"Zabuza just doesn't like me because Mei was into me."

This time, Kotetsu scoffs. "She was not!"

Aloud, Genma snorts and shakes his head, slowly drowning out their bickering with his own thoughts. He remembers that day completely differently than both of them. It was senior year, a surprisingly warm Friday night at the end of September. Homecoming was on the horizon so the excitement of glittery dresses and football, of parades and late night bonfires had the whole town in a tizzy. The first game of the season had been a tense one against their school's most bitter rivals, the Kirigakure Sharks—a game that their school won.

Closing his eyes, Genma can picture it all—the thrum of the marching band, the taste of the cheap beers they coined off the guy at the gas station, the salt on the fries they bought. They had gone to the drive-in diner across the street to celebrate, laughing about something that the beer had wiped away, bodies warm with the haze of mild intoxication. Asuma had begged his older brother, Arashi, for the keys to his Impala for almost a week just so he could impress Kurenai, so he had been overly cautious about anyone so much as breathing on the thing, automatically putting him in a mood. And as his friends, it was his and Kakashi's job to tease the couple into exasperation, which was when Zabuza and his gam had appeared.

They were spouting out insults before they even pulled into the spot beside them, Genma recalls, remembering how they were piled in the bed of Zabuza's honey-striped Chevy. They were grumbling about their loss, throwing dirty looks and bucking their chins in challenge at anyone who bothered to spare them a glance; and while Obito and Izumo and Kotetsu talked their shit, blowing off Kisame and Mangetsu's comments, and Asuma brushed past Raiga, it was Kakashi who had really threw the oil into the fire.

He had moved to throw his trash away, but when Zabuza wouldn't let him by, calling him out with something Genma hadn't been able to catch, Kakashi shrugged and tossed the rest of his plate through the window of Zabuza's truck. Next thing Genma knew, he and Kotetsu were stopping Kisame from climbing over a bench and Asuma had an arm around Raiga's neck while Mangetsu all but tackled Obito. It was three and a half minutes of pure chaos, ending with a winded Izumo, a dent in Arashi's car and a lot of running.

They went all the way up to the park on Old Road after that, trying to hide from their parents for just over a day before Asuma and Kakashi's Pops sniffed them all out and drove them home. His Ma was furious, twisted his ear real good, so he could remember its burn every time he even thought about getting into another fight while his Pop smacked the back of his head with a grumbled, "Idiot."

Man, Genma thought with a quirk to his lips, those were the days.

To this day, no one really knows who put that nasty dent in Arashi's car. They just all assumed and accepted the idea that Izumo had caused it, whether it be because he was caught in the tackle that took Obito down, or because he was thrown into it. And even if they ever did find out, they'd probably stick to blaming Izumo.

Sighing, Genma straightens up from his spot on the ground, his hands working to brush the dirt from the back of his wranglers, bringing all the attention on to him. "You're leaving?" Kotetsu asks, his tone a lot more sober than his posture. "Already?"

Genma readjusts his ball cap with a shrug, tugs on the ends of his jacket, then on the sleeves. "Yeah," He yawns, tilting his head until his spine pops. "Its getting late. I gotta get home to my girl."

They accept that without pause or complaint, patting shoulders and tapping knuckles as they say their goodbyes, and it isn't until he's pulled into his driveway and undid his belt, that Genma really feels the weight of the world on his shoulders. So he sits in the solitude of his truck for a little bit longer, absently listening to the guitar strumming from the radio with his head dropped back against the headrest and his eyes closed. And he waits.

Because even he needs a break sometimes.

Once the song ends, Genma slips out of his seatbelt and steps out of his pickup, then trudges his way up the front steps as quickly but as quietly as possible. The lights are off but he can see the dull indigo light from the television from the window, which make his brows furrow in contemplation. But as he steps inside and sees the little lump on the couch stir, revealing a head of messy braids, he can't help but smile.

"Welcome back," He barely hears from behind the loveseat.

"Hey," Genma murmurs, rounding the coffee table to kneel beside the couch. "What are you doing up so late?"

Hayate doesn't move from his position sprawled across the smaller couch, nor does he move his arm away from its place draped over his eyes. "She wanted to wait up for you," He replies, tiredly, and with a long, drawn out yawn. "Passed out about fifteen minutes ago."

Genma's fingers gently brush the baby hairs away from the young girl's face, then he carefully scoops her into his arms, blankets and all. Glancing back at his cousin, Genma's expression softens. "Thanks for watching her. I appreciate it."

Hayate waves a hand dismissively. "Yeah, any time."

#genma shiranui #naruto fanfiction #gensaku #genma x sakura #genma/sakura #sakura haruno #modern au

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copycaat · 4 years

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" that eye ... are you...? ... mm .... "

@netsurai

He’d known since the kid had been assigned to him that they would have to struggle through this conversation. Preparing it was beneath him, he figured, when the truth would do. I lost an eye in combat, your uncle gave me this one when he received a fatal injury. Clinical, to the point. No, I’m not related to you. No, to my knowledge no one outside your clan has survived a transplant other than me. He’s pretty sure Sasuke has forgotten the many nights he and Tenzo had spent around their dinner table before the massacre, joking and laughing with his brother, cousin, mother, taking him on trips and training his childish reflexes and lifting him high into the sky so he could reach the better fruits on the trees in the orchards– no mention has been made of it, and he’s never been able to convince himself the only thing he feels is relief.

Anyway. He’d told himself he was ready for this talk.

In the Land of Waves, flat on his back on a stranger’s floor, he does not feel ready. His joints ache and fever settles in as a haze, putting a fine tremor into his hand when he clumsily lifts it to press against the scarred lid of his eye. Putting this off wasn’t a good idea, and he curses the few months he’d spent telling himself he had to wait for the right opportunity– him of the past has left him of the present with few options, laying here sick with chakra exhaustion with a hurt, angry child asking him why he has the gift of his dead family with steel in his voice, kneeling over him in the dark after the others have gone to bed. You reap what you sow, he supposes, unenthusiastic.

The tired grey eye that had remained fixed on the ceiling flickers lazily to Sasuke’s chin, and then up to his eyes. The boy is jaded, but Kakashi can read people, and he can see– Confusion. Anger. Mistrust. And deep down, a burgeoning, bleak kind of hope that will be crushed by the end of their little chat. He’s so fucking tired and he doesn’t want to do this, but he’s shirked his duty and the truth (in regards to this pupil, at least; Naruto is a whole other can of worms) long enough.

His shivering hand slips from his own face to rest on Sasuke’s wrist, but he pulls away when the boy flinches and tries to sit up instead. The attempt leaves him winded, barely capable of getting more than a few inches off the ground, and a shaky chuckle rushes out of him when he’s shoved back into the bedding roughly. “Stop, Sasuke. I won’t lay down for this.” The hoarseness of his voice and the words themselves earn him only a skeptical look for a moment, but when he tries again Sasuke pulls him up and settles another couple of pillows behind him, and waits while his vision decides whether it wants to grey out or burst into technicolor.

When Sasuke was five, he’d reached out from Shisui’s arms and touched the scarred lid of a closed eye, and it had been a narrow thing but Kakashi hadn’t flinched. Sasuke hadn’t asked, and the tense moment had passed when Shisui had swept the child away and blown a raspberry against his neck with a laugh.

No Shisui to rescue the both of them this time.

Kakashi had planned this talk to be clinical. A few short, emotionless and cruel sentences, the bare bones of it. But it’s dark, and Sasuke looks like a short list of long dead teammates, a little brother he once had, and a stranger all at once. Fever chokes him and loosens his tongue in equal measure, and so bits and pieces of the truth fall out of him.

I was nine, just made jounin.

Uchiha Obito. KIA.

Freely given.

No blood relation.

He doesn’t tell him about the hearings, the infighting, the cold looks and the awkward looks and the pained looks, the weeping or the curses. And he doesn’t ask him if he remembers his four brothers crowded around their kitchen table, playing cards and cursing at each other until Mikoto busted them up. Though his words aren’t emotionless, whispered as they are in the delirious dark, there are certain truths he’s not sure he can handle right now– the divisiveness that was his continued existence, and how Sasuke might react to it, and the truth of whether or not they knew each other before, whether Uchiha Sasuke knows that Hatake Kakashi exists as another brother that abandoned him the night of the massacre, even if they aren’t bound by blood.

Sasuke is silent at the end of the tale, and Kakashi holds his gaze for a few sluggish heartbeats before he turns his fevered gaze to the ceiling once more. His voice turns wry, warmth creeping back in like a fire lit in the dead of winter.

“What, surely you didn’t think they picked me as your sensei because I was an excellent teacher.” No answer. No condemnation, not even a flinch. Kakashi closes his eye with a long sigh, and once more touches his fingers to that scar. “You should get some sleep. Mission isn’t over, and neither is training.”

#this is long and rambling but i hope u like it robyn #cries #netsurai

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365daysofsasuhina · 4 years

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[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Three Hundred Seven: Dogs ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse: Of Monsters and Men ] [ AO3 Link ]

“So...do you know any Nightwalkers besides vampires?”

Sipping some strange fruity drink she got him, Sasuke gives Hinata a glance. It’s the day after her perilous trip (which was technically a kidnapping) to see the vampiric Senator, Uchiha Madara...the leader of Sasuke’s coven, and one of Japan’s most powerful people, human or otherwise. Funny...during all their time talking, this particular subject has never come up. “...why do you ask?”

“Well...Madara said something about an associate of yours…? And that they - they might know another witch.”

That earns a pause. “...well, as for the latter part, I have no idea,” Sasuke admits. “This is news to me...must be something he’s been working on in the background while you and I have had...other things to worry about.” In all honesty, he hadn’t really considered that aspect, being too wrapped up in Hinata’s fate the night before to think about it. “If he does know about another witch...well, that’ll open a whole new can of worms. This one might not be friendly...or might be stronger than you.”

“Do you think...that’s what he had in mind about training me?”

“No clue. I’ll talk to Itachi once I head back, see if he knows anything. As for the rest of your question…” He rubs at his chin, feeling a hint of stubble. He’s been so distracted by the past several days’ business, he hasn’t had a chance to shave. A mental note is made to tend to that when he gets home. “Depends on what you mean by ‘know’. I encounter other Nightwalkers all the time when I’m working. But as for those I know to any real degree...a few. There’s the harpy hybrid I’ve told you about: the one Madara keeps around as an aerial spy.”

“Yes...I remember. The one he…‘collected’.”

“...yeah. She and I don’t get to talk much, but she’s nice enough. As for others...there’s a werefox named Naruto I know. Real pain in my neck...he’s always doing something stupid.”

“A werefox…?”

“Mhm. They’re where the legends of kitsune come from,” Sasuke elaborates. “Technically he’s only a halfblood. His mother was a fox, and his father human.”

“Really?!”

“Mhm. It’s rare, but it happens. Thing is...you can’t ever let it slip. You can have human friends, partners, even family...but they can’t know what you are. If they find out...the mandates take precedence.”

A sinking knowing settles in Hinata’s gut. “...did...did someone find out…?”

Sasuke sighs. “...yeah. The thing about baby Nightwalkers is that they don’t really have any control over their Shifting abilities. So not long after he was born...Naruto turned into a fox kit. Story goes that his father was surprised, but not afraid. But within the night...Enforcers were sent out. Both parents were eliminated.”

Hands lift to hide Hinata’s face, horrified eyes staring over her fingers. “...no…! How did they know?”

The Uchiha nods grimly. “I don’t know...but it meant a tough life for Naruto. He was passed around a few people until his running away deemed him fit enough to survive on his own. He wandered the streets and took to some...less than legal habits. Foxes are sly, and he often gambles with humans. His senses are keener, so he almost always wins. I dunno how many times he’s gotten this close to being exposed and eliminated.

“He and I were friends growing up, believe it or not. So I do my best to bail him out when I can.”

“...wow...poor guy…”

“He’s doing all right. Last I heard he was trying to work his way up into ranks within the werefox community. I think he has a fool’s dream of easing up the mandates so no other halfbloods face what he faced. But...they’ve been in place for centuries. I doubt there’s much changing them now. But at least it gives him something to strive for.”

Hinata considers him. “...other things have been in place for centuries, but you seem determined to change them,” is her soft counterpoint.

“...my methods are just as difficult, and a lot more dangerous...but a life is easier to end than a law in our world.”

A thoughtful silence falls.

“...anyone else?”

“...yeah, actually. I know a werewolf.”

“Really? I thought vampires and werewolves hated each other?”

That earns a snort. “That’s grossly exaggerated. Wolves ‘hate’ us because we smell like blood, and their noses are so sensitive. And we ‘hate’ them because they’re typically more...brash and blunt. Vampires have a thing for cordiality and manners. We both have hierarchies, but they work in vastly different ways.

“Anyway...this wolf got wrapped up by accident. See, he grew up with one of our own named Obito. They got into a serious scrap with some Hunters when they were young, and Kakashi - the wolf - saved Obito’s life. It cost him an eye, and Obito suffered some wounds he’s still got scars from, but...they made it out alive. As thanks, Madara’s kept tabs on him. He’s not officially an Enforcer yet, but it’s just a matter of time. It’s rather unusual for Senators to ‘hire’ Enforcers outside their specie...but each have their advantage. Kakashi’s got a nose even keener than ours, just like the harpy’s got her wings: they’re useful on occasion for Madara.”

“...he really is a jerk, using people like that,” Hinata mumbles, making Sasuke give a short, barking laugh.

“Yeah, well...that’s just how it is, I’m afraid.”

“So...are werewolves just...wolves? Or can they be dogs?”

Sasuke brightens a bit, impressed at her reasoning. “They can be, yeah. See...bestial lines can vary a lot. Like how a mermallian can be any specie of large fish or sea mammal. Or a harpy can be any specie of bird. Same goes for werebeasts. There’s different ursines, canines, felines...on and on.”

Hinata mulls that over for a moment before giggling.

“...what?”

“I...want to see a were-chihuahua.”

Sasuke actually chokes on a laugh, doubling over slightly.

“Wouldn’t that be f-funny?! Or, or! A were-poodle!”

“I don’t know if...if that’s how that works,” Sasuke manages to reply between attempts to stifle laughter.

“Aw, really? But I want to see one!”

“Well...maybe someday. But I’ve never heard of such a thing.”

Hinata actually pouts, looking genuinely disappointed. “...you know...I think I might have known a werewolf when I was young.”

“Whoa, really?”

“Maybe...there was a boy I went to school with, his name was Kiba. He was...very enamored with dogs. He knew everything about them! He even snuck his puppy to school more than once, he hid it in his coat...the teacher got so mad…”

“Well...I don’t know if that means he was a werewolf, but...maybe.”

“He could befriend any dog! Even if it was angry and barking, it was like they just...knew.”

“...huh. Guess I can’t know for sure. Remember his last name?”

“Inu, something...Inuzuka?”

“Maybe I can found out. Given your proclivity for seeing our kind, maybe he was.”

“Do Nightwalkers go to human schools?”

“Most of the time, yeah. But typically only once they’re old enough to understand they cannot, under any circumstance, Shift in front of human classmates. Most are kept under the guise of a home schooled education until then, or given false alibis about moving from other schools.”

“I suppose that makes sense. It makes me w-wonder how many I knew, and just...never realized. I can see a bit more than humans, but...well, if they have to be so careful, maybe I just never saw them.”

“It’s pretty likely. And a good thing you didn’t - it might’ve gone poorly for them if you had.”

Knowing what that means, Hinata goes quiet at the implication.

In the ensuing silence, Sasuke finishes his drink. He actually enjoyed it, being more sour than sweet. Sweet things just...never sit well with him. “...well, got any more questions? Or should I call it a night?” While he still has quite a few hours ahead of him, Hinata can only stay up so late given her human university schedule.

“Hm...not for now,” she admits. “I feel like there’s still s-so much I have left to learn about people like you.”

“It’s a lot to know. Especially if you didn’t grow up living it.”

“Well...I’ll just have to keep asking questions, then,” she replies with a small smile.

Sasuke does the same...but then loses the expression. He’s loathe to ask, but… “So...when do you want to give Madara your answer?”

As expected, Hinata wilts a bit. “...in a few more days, I think. I know in the end I can’t avoid it, but...I’d still like to wait, just a little.”

“I understand. If you need anything, just text.”

“I will. Thanks for coming to see me. It...helps.”

“Any time. And thanks for the...what was this again?”

“Limeade!”

“Lime...ade?”

“Mhm. Like lemonade, but with lime!”

“...huh. I liked it.”

“Good! I’ll get you another one next time.”

Next time...he’s always comforted by that. “...sounds good. Get back safe, all right?” Without the threat of Madara looming - and in fact, with what’s likely his protection given his investment in Hinata - Sasuke doesn’t feel nearly so fearful to let her return alone.

“I will. And...you too, Sasuke.”

...she still hasn’t brought back the honorifics. “Yeah. Will do.”

.oOo.

(This is a sequel to days 35, 44, 52, 80, 82, 105, 115, 133, 159, 162, 188, 193, 289, and 298!) More of the Nightwalkers crossover! Something a bit more lighthearted than the last several in this mini series :'D i figured Hinata's been through enough: we needed something to distract her a bit. Of course...there's no avoiding it in the long run, but she seems pretty calm. Otherwise...not too much to say about this one? But it's late and I need some sleep, so...I'll call it there! Thanks for reading~

#sasuhina #uchiha sasuke #hyūga hinata #of monsters and men [ au ]#365daysofsasuhina

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depressedkakashihatake · 5 years

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Lazy morning

Kakashi's fingers flexed impatiently against gai's chest when yet another knock came to the door. He had successfully managed to prevent the other jonin from crawling out of bed to answer the knocks, and he wasn't about to give up on his task of keeping gai to himself as long as possible.

"Kakashi," he glanced up, a smile pulling at his lips when gai's tired eyes met his "if you're not going to let me answer the door, you should."

Kakashi shook his head. There was no way he was giving up his nice warm spot beside gai for lee. The kid could wait until at least 7am to wake them up.

Really, a wake up call at 5am is just rude.

Finally, his patience was rewarded. The knocking stopped, and he was able to relax against gai's body once more. He had missed the peace and quiet, and with the intrusion gone gai finally wrapped an arm around his shoulder and pulled him close, pressing a tender kiss against his forehead.

Unfortunately, he knew it was too early to celebrate his victory. Only one person was crazy enough to come wake gai up at 5am, and there was little hope that he was going to give up just because the jonin hadn't answered the door.

"Gai sensei!" He glared over his boyfriend at the green clad student, one angry black eye zeroing in on the kid and watching as pure excitement suddenly shifted in utter horror. "K...kakashi sensei! I apologize, I did not realize…"

Gai held up a hand to silence his student, a soft chuckle vibrating through his chest "wait outside lee. I will be there in a moment."

Kakashi continued to glare at the window, even long after lee had already disappeared from view. This was not how he had wanted his morning to go.

His attention was pulled back to the present when he suddenly felt gai shifting, a sign that the green beast was trying to make an escape.

That was just unacceptable.

It was top early to have to use any of his speed or strength, but kakashi was damned if he was going to let his warm cuddle buddy out of bed. He planted his hands on either side of Gai's head, allowing his entire weight to sink on top of the other man.

In all honesty, he knew it wasn't enough to stop gai if the other man really wanted to get out of bed. Neither of them could keep each other pinned for long, not without a long drawn out spare at least, but it was the best he could do at the moment.

"Kakashi…" there was a hint of amusement underneath the stern voice Gai was trying to use against him, a point in his favour. Gai could never say no to him if he was amused at all. "It's time for training."

"It is 5 in the morning," Kakashi corrected, dipping his head down to press a gentle kiss to gai's jaw "we went to be at 12am, after i got home from a month long mission." He smirked triumphantly when Gai slipped a hand into his hair. "You have had 5 hours of sleep, I haven't seen you in a month." Another kiss, just under gai's jaw. "For once, can't you just sleep in? Just until 7? Maybe 8 if you want to make this up to me…"

Silence followed his words. Gai was thinking about an appropriate response, a way to assure Kakashi that he would be back after training, or at the end of the day, and he'd more than make up for skipping out on morning cuddles.

That wasn't the answer kakashi wanted though.

"Come on Turtle." He nudged gai's chin with his nose playfully, chuckling when he saw hints of red crawling up the side of the other man's neck. He never did understand why the nickname embarrassed his rival so much. "One morning, you have the rest of….forever, to train with lee. Maybe I'll even join you tomorrow."

There was no need for him to look up, he already knew Gai was giving him the most skeptical look he could muster, and he deserved it. Being up at 5am was a curse in kakashi's opinion, and he only really woke up that early for missions, but if it got him some more cuddle time before he had to go give his report and risk getting another mission away from Gai…

Well it was a worthy compromise in this situation.

"Lee is waiting for me." The green clad jonin reminded him. Well, usually he was green clad. At this exact moment however, kakashi had the utmost enjoyment in knowing that gai was wearing absolutely nothing. He had made sure of that before bed.

"I'll send Pakkun" Kakashi shrugged "he can tell the kid to go train on his own for the day, or maybe he can drag neji and tenten out of bed to help him train…"

Gai's body went stiff. That was apparently a bad idea. "We'll...we'll stick with letting lee train alone." Those were the words he wanted to hear. "The last thing any of us want is Neji being woken up too early. He makes waking you up early seem like a joke."

Well, that one stung the ego a little. Kakashi was the lazy, perpetually late and always being difficult jonin. No one was allowed to take that title away from him.

"It's settled then." He brought one finger up to his mouth, ready to bite down when Gai wrapped a careful, tender hand around his wrist.

"I'll tell him." Gai was smiling that stupid, dorky smile. That smile kakashi went weak for, and damn it he couldn't help but bolt up and kiss the other man. Why did he love such a giant dork? "You should put your mask on. Lee might wake up his teammates just to tell them he saw the legendary kakashi without his mask.

Shit…

He slapped a hand over his face, his eyes darting towards the window to make sure no one else had shown up.

How had gai even recognized him? Usually if he forgot to wear his mask to bed the other man would end up flipping him out of bed and declaring war for taking away his rival. It was always such a hassle.

A finger trailed down his left eye, following the curved edges of the scar he had gotten on his first mission as a jonin. The mission he had lost obito on.

"I'm getting better." Gai's words are a soft promise "I looked for your scar first this time, instead of your mask."

Kakashi allowed his good eye to close when Gai continued to trace the scare, sending sparks of joy through the sharingan users body. He loved when Gai touched him, calloused hands warn with years of training and effort leaving their mark on him.

"I'll be back soon." A kiss against his cheek was the last thing Kakashi felt before the spot beside him was left empty. He really wanted nothing more than to lay down and wait for the other man, content with lulling himself back to sleep as he listened to gai shuffle around for a pair of pants. But if he did that, he risked Gai coming back to bed and not recognizing him, and the last thing he wanted was another rude wake up call.

He reached behind him blindly, slapping around the night stand where he knew he always left his masked undershirt. his hands stilling when he found it hanging mid air. Cracking his good eye open, he looked up at gai with a raised eyebrow.

"You left it in the kitchen" His rival beamed, handing the masked shirt over and watching as Kakashi proceed to pull it on over his head. "There's the rival i know and lo…" gai chuckled behind the hand that had firmly slapped itself over his mouth.

Kakashi could say he loved Gai, hell he had declared it in front of all of the villages jonin one night when someone made an unexpected jab at the spandex wearing dork, but gai wasn't allowed to say it. He couldn't risk letting the most important person in his life say it, not after he had lost so many people who had claimed to love him. He wouldn't lose Gai to the universe, he refused to.

A tender kiss on the inside of his hand pulled Kakashi back to the present. When had he started crying? When had gai put a hand in his hair. He didn't remember any of this happening.

"I'll be back soon, rival." His shoulders relaxed. That was the word he wanted to hear, the declaration of love he needed. Anything more was a risk to Gai's safety.

"I'll be here." He.promised, throwing Gai his favorite lazy smile and watching as the other man disappeared out the window in search of his student.

#kakashi hatake #might gai #kakagai #kakashi doesn't like sharing gai in the morning

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kusunogatari · 5 years

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[ ObiRyū October | Day Twenty-One: Prank ] [ @abyssaldespair ] [ Uchiha Obito, Suigin Ryū, Hatake Kakashi, Nohara Rin ] [ Verse: A Tear in Time ] [ Previous || Next ]

“Nuh uh!”

“Yeah huh!”

“Nuh UH!”

“Yeah HUH!”

Sitting on a half wall nearby, both Ryū and Rin watch with deadpanned expressions as - yet again - Obito and Kakashi devolve into an argument. You couldn’t even ask the girls what it was about - it really doesn’t matter. Once the pair of them start, there’s really no stopping it.

“You think they’d get tired of this by now,” Rin mumbles, watching as Kakashi folds his arms stubbornly, completely ignoring all of Obito’s frantic gestures.

While Rin looks all too fed up with the pair and ready to let them have it out, Ryū can’t help a bit of worry in her gaze. “You don’t think they’ll actually start fighting again, do you?”

“It might come to that. But they’re just so stubborn, they won’t listen! It’s like trying to pull two cats apart - you’ll just get scratched.”

“But…”

“Don’t worry, Ryū-chan. They’ll figure it o-”

The girls both flinch as Obito suddenly gets knocked to his backside with a grunt. An attempt to shove Kakashi is all too easily countered, and the Hatake looks over his fellow student with narrow eyes.

“Give it up, dead last. You couldn’t beat me in a hundred years. Whoever ends up with you on their team is doomed.”

Red in the face in embarrassment, Obito grits his teeth. “Better than ending up on yours and dealing with your attitude!”

“Guys, come on,” Rin wearily attempts to interject, keeping her seat as Ryū moves to help Obito up. “If you’re going to do nothing but argue, why don’t you just stay away from one another?”

“Because he won’t stop following me and trying to pick a fight,” Kakashi replies, giving a thumbs down.

“Cuz you’re a coward who won’t give me a proper spar!” Obito snaps back, ignoring Ryū as she kneels next to him. An accusatory finger points. “You’re just scared I’ll beat ya! And then you’ll have nothin’ left to say!”

“More like I don’t want to waste my time,” Kakashi counters flatly. “If all you’re gonna do is whine, I’m leaving. I’ve got better things to do.”

As he walks off, Rin hops off the wall, making to follow and attempt to cool his temper.

Obito, in the meantime, wilts with a sigh. “...why’s he gotta be such a jerk?”

Softening, Ryū murmurs, “...some people just have sour attitudes. And...well, Kakashi-kun has a reason, right?”

“So? I never even got to meet my parents! I don’t walk around all high and mighty!”

Offering a hand, Ryū helps Obito back to his feet. “Well...everyone does what they do for a reason. But...Rin-chan has a point, ne? If you guys bicker so much, shouldn’t you just...leave each other alone…?”

“I just wanna wipe that smug look off his face,” Obito mutters, adjusting his goggles. “He doesn’t respect me, he thinks I’m worthless!”

“Well...do you think you’re worthless?”

“No!”

“Then why does Kakashi-kun’s opinion matter? You don’t even like him!”

“But he’s...he…!”

As Obito flounders, Ryū’s head tilts. “Is it...because you want to prove you’re stronger than him?”

“Y...yeah!”

“But Obito-kun...you’re already strong! And wouldn’t it be better to want to improve against yourself instead of someone else? Be better than you were yesterday!”

He folds his arms, head ducking between his shoulders a bit. “...maybe…”

After a pause, Ryū giggles into a sleeve. “You just want to prove him wrong, ne?”

“I just don’t like his attitude! Someone’s gotta take him down a notch…” Blinking, Obito then brightens. “Wait...I’ve got an idea…!”

“...eh?” Watching Obito take off, Ryū hesitates a moment before following. “W-wait, Obito-kun!”

He doesn’t stop until he reaches the Academy, class already let out for the day. The building is still open as teachers work on lesson plans and correcting homework. Sneaking down the hallway, he makes his way into an empty classroom, gesturing for Ryū to follow.

“What are you doing?”

“Just a little prank, nothing bad!”

“A prank…?”

“Y’know, something to make fun of him a little! Here...I’ll show you.” Taking a stool, Obito sets it by the door before grabbing one of the erasers from the chalkboard. Standing up atop the seat, he holds the eraser over the door, sliding it closed and holding the eraser in place. Snickering, he then hops down.

Ryū tilts her head, perking a brow.

“All we gotta do is get him to come through the door, and when he opens it...poof! It’ll fall on his head and get chalk dust everywhere!”

“...oh!” She barely withholds a snort, hiding her smile behind her sleeve. “Are you sure he won’t get mad…?”

“Eh, Kakashi’s always mad. All I wanna do is knock him down a few pegs! It’s not like it’ll hurt him.”

“But...how do we get him to come…?”

That makes Obito stop and think, a hand at his chin. “...why don’t you go tell him I want to apologize to him, for earlier. That I’ll meet him in here! You can go out the window, I’ll wait here for you guys.”

“Okay…!” Slipping out through the pane, she spreads her budding sensory skill to try and find where Kakashi and Rin wandered off to. Eventually, she manages to find them along one of the main roads, approaching and flagging them down. “Kakashi-kun! Ne, wait up!”

The pair turn, Kakashi looking at her warily. “What?”

Okay, time to test her acting skills. “I’ve been talking to Obito-kun, and trying to get him to calm down. He said he’d meet you in the Academy and he’d apologize.”

“Obito? Apologize?” The Hatake scoffs. “That’s unlikely.”

“Well, he’s waiting at the Academy…”

“I’m not going. He’s probably just going to start complaining all over again.”

“Kakashi,” Rin gently chides. “You guys have to put things behind you one of these days!”

Ryū glances between them, a small knot in her stomach at the fib. She feels bad about lying, but...well, it’s not like anyone will get hurt. It’s just a little prank…

“Just go see what he wants. If he argues with you again, leave and ignore him. But isn’t it worth at least seeing if you can start to patch things up?”

For a moment he goes quiet...and then sighs. “All right, fine. But he’s getting an earful if he wastes my time…” Hands shoved in his pockets, he leads the little trio toward the Academy. “What room is he in?”

“Um...I think it was four…?”

They enter through the front door, following the hallway to the proper room. Ryū brings up the tail end of the group, nibbling a thumbnail nervously. Hopefully Kakashi doesn’t get mad…

Gripping the edge of the ajar door, he pulls it open, asking, “All right dead last, what do you -?”

Poomph.

With a cloud of chalk, the eraser impacts right on the very top of Kakashi’s head before clattering to the floor. Dust falls down onto his shoulders, blending into the grey of his hair.

Rin stares with wide eyes, Ryū bringing up hands over her mouth.

Within the classroom, Obito starts howling with laughter. “Hahaha! I got you! I got you! You totally fell for the oldest trick in the book! Who’s mister look underneath the underneath now, huh? Huh?”

Kakashi, however, hasn’t moved, hand still resting on the door. Staring, Ryū can feel his chakra stirring angrily.

“You...are such a child,” he growls. “Here I thought you’d finally grown up a bit and decided to actually apologize, and instead you prank me? No wonder you’re such a loser - you waste more time on useless crap like this than actually training!”

“...Kakashi…?” Rin attempts to cut in softly, flinching as he spins around.

“Forget it. I’m done with you, dead last. You’re just a little kid who will never mature into a shinobi. You’ll always be worthless!”

“Kakashi!” As he stalks back out of the building, Rin follows, a hand on his shoulder thrown off before he flickers out of sight. “Kakashi, wait -!”

Watching, Ryū feels her stomach sink, glancing back as Obito steps through the door. His own expression looks hesitant.

“...I…”

Unsure what to say, she just wilts.

A moment of silence passes, and then Obito’s face pinches into a scowl. “Tch…!” Like Kakashi, he runs out through the front door, Rin long gone in pursuit.

“W-wait!” Ryū in turn follows Obito until they make it to one of the training grounds, where he slows to a stop and folds on his knees. “...Obito-kun…?”

“...I really s-screwed up...didn’t I…?”

Hearing the hiccup in his voice, she hesitates a moment before easing her way closer. “...w-well...Kakashi-kun’s patience was already pretty thin…”

“Why is he always right…? I’m a dead last...but no matter how much I train, no matter how hard I work, I never get any closer…! He’s always so far ahead of me, and it’s like it doesn’t take him any effort at all! It isn’t fair…”

Expression falling, Ryū steps up beside him, sinking to her knees and folding her hands atop her lap. “Obito-kun...we all have our own talents, ne? I mean...look at me. I’m not very good at anything we learn in class except chakra control and healing ninjutsu. I can’t use elemental jutsu very well, and I’m not very strong. But...I’m still good at something!”

“Then what am I supposed to be good at?”

“I think you’re good at a lot of things! I’ve seen you train, Obito.” She drops the honorific, tone softening. “You’re right...you work very hard. And you’ve improved a lot…! I’ve seen it! Maybe it’s harder for you to see because you aren’t looking at yourself. You’re looking at Kakashi. But Obito...if you looked behind you, and saw how far you’ve come...I bet you’d be really proud of yourself.” Risking a glance over, her cheeks dust a light pink. “...I’m very proud of you.”

He doesn’t look convinced, shifting his posture to sit and hug his knees to his chest.

“...and you said it yourself, Kakashi’s attitude stinks.” Her nose wrinkles. “But you? You’re one of the sweetest people I know, Obito. You work hard, and you help others, and you always have a smile on your face.” Gently, she jostles against his side, trying to cheer him up. “You make me smile! You’re funny, and you care about how others feel.

“So what if Kakashi is a better shinobi? I think, in a lot of ways that really count, you’re becoming a much better person than he is. If he keeps treating people the way he does, he’ll never have any friends, and he’ll always be alone. But you have a much more pleasant way about you than he does. In the long run...I think that will make you a lot happier than anything else...ne?”

Staring at the ground, Obito glances up her as she tilts to look at him expectantly. “...you’re really...proud of me?”

“Of course I am! You’ve had a really tough time, but you don’t let it keep you down. You still work hard in pursuit of your dream to be Hokage! And I bet someday, you’ll get there. So don’t worry about Kakashi. He’ll always do what he’s going to do. There’s not much you can do to change that, so...you just focus on reaching your goal. And I’ll be rooting for you! And help you in any way I can, even if...I’m not very strong,” Ryū offers, looking aside sheepishly.

“Well...you said it yourself, not everyone has to be strong, right?” He manages a small grin. “I guess since Rin’s always keeping an eye on Kakashi...you can patch me up. Then I can work twice as hard, and get twice as far!”

Hearing him perk up, Ryū nonetheless gets a little pinker. “Y...yeah!” Her eyes close with a rosy-cheeked smile. “We’ll be a team! You get to practice your shinobi skills, and I’ll get some healing practice!”

“And then you’ll be the best healer in the whole village! Even better than Tsunade! And when I’m Hokage, you’ll run the hospital, and together we’ll keep everybody safe!”

Chest warming as Obito’s spirit returns, Ryū feels a small flutter within it. ...together…

Then Obito hops to his feet, knees bent and fists clenched. “So Kakashi thinks I don’t work hard enough, huh…? I’ll show him! I’ll start right now!”

“N-now?”

“Yeah!”

“Okay!” Ryū scurries out of the way, watching as Obito starts flicking shuriken into the training posts, taking breaks between volleys to do push ups.

Not expecting him to change moods again so quickly, Ryū just watches in surprise for a few moments before softening into a smile. Well, if Obito’s going to work hard...then she will too! After all, someone’s going to have to keep an eye on him and make sure he rests when he needs to.

...together…!

*sweats* My first foray into canon same gen AU stuff! I actually wanna write a mini fic about it, mostly just cuz of one reallllly angsty idea I have for one particular scene, but...that's not what we're talking about now! This AU just seems a LITTLE hard to pull off due to, well...how things are in canon with Obito liking Rin and Rin liking Kakashi. Adding Ryū into it crushing on Obito just makes it into Naruto's gen all over again, with Hinata, Naruto, Sakura, and Sasuke xD I have SOME ideas of how to subtly shifts things a bit to make it a LITTLE more open, but that would take...a LOT more build up than I wanna do for a daily, lol So this is more just general fluff (with just a SPRINKLE of angst) to kinda...test run things a bit, I guess! Maybe I'll do more later, it all just kinda...depends. I have so many WIPs :'D But that's all for now! Thanks for reading~

#obiryū october #abyssaldespair #uchiha obito #suigin ryū #hatake kakashi #nohara rin #a tear in time [ canon verse ]

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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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cyb-by-lang · 5 years

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Shell Game (27/?)

Kei takes on her second opponent of the tournament.

GreenThumb: look at our purple kid go

GreenThumb: no form whatsofuckingever

GreenThumb: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

GreenThumb: we tried

TMNT-TNT: We trained for only two weeks. I don’t think even he expected to win.

Defib: Not bad for an amateur.

Defib: He didn’t hurt himself.

TMNT-TNT: No, instead he got hurt.

Defib: One of us concussed themselves while trying more than one move they weren’t ready for. It’s not entirely new.

There was a brief pause as her boys probably got into a fistfight in the apartment. Hopefully, Obito would make sure to avoid breaking anything and actually dispose of the knife he’d likely carried back with him. Or sent to Konoha. Maybe they’d stop using kunai when the next weapon development upgrade finally rolled out. Kei appreciated the spade-derived design of kunai, but there were only so many ways a diamond-shaped blade could really be used.

Kei wasn’t holding her breath, though.

She did hope Obito and Kakashi were taking it easy, though. They hadn’t quite managed to explain exactly how much chakra they’d burned in the fight with Stain, but Kakashi didn’t exactly have a ton to spare.

Defib: Speaking of fights, though, what are you going to do for the next round?

Defib: I realize the explosion kid is a personal affront. I just don’t see why you ought to progress any further in this tournament from a logical standpoint.

GreenThumb: coolness factor (≡^∇\\≡)

Defib: No.

GreenThumb: i know i know

GreenThumb: i promise we wont make fun of you for losing

GreenThumb: if you make it cool

Defib: If you can do that with less than half of your skills. But more seriously, you have to avoid advancing. You have too much to do to stay in the spotlight now.

There was a pause from Obito. Kakashi had said his piece.

Kei pressed her lips together as she thought about pocketing her phone. Shinsō was limping toward the tunnel, so she had to hurry if she wanted to meet him before he went to see Recovery Girl.

Homura was still kind of on fire. Kei could probably do something about that, but there was this thing about not using Quirks outside of the actual fights…

So, Kei kept messing with her phone as she slipped toward the door.

GreenThumb: so how is she gonna do that

GreenThumb: he uses EXPLOSIONS (´ω｀)ﾉ━━※

GreenThumb: the second she has him hes dead

TMNT-TNT: I could…just do my thing. And walk out of the arena.

TMNT-TNT: It doesn’t actually matter what happens in the ring as long as one of us ends up out of bounds.

Defib: If you think that would work.

Defib: Go ahead. Be a Nara.

TMNT-TNT: I’m not that clever.

GreenThumb: u sure

TMNT-TNT: Uh, yeah.

Defib: I meant more about being lazy.

GreenThumb: …

GreenThumb: i mean (;￣ー\\川

TMNT-TNT: I love you both, but that’s the worst pep talk ever.

Defib: We try.

GreenThumb: good luck! (*￣▽\\)d

Kei escaped the 1-C box as soon as Homura’s hair was back under control and she was busy issuing a dozen apologies to the part of the audience she’d scared. The class rep couldn’t tell her to stop running in the halls if she didn’t get caught. And she didn’t really plan on listening to anybody else. Not even pro heroes.

Her speed was set to Nyoom.

It didn’t take her long to find who she was looking for. “Shinsō-san!”

Shinsō had his left arm half zipped into his gym uniform, as though that would help much with a dislocation. Then again, Kei hardly knew how common first aid lessons were in Japan. At the very least, Shinsō could walk around without totally screwing up his injuries. And while a Yamaguchi-sensei-derived instinct prodded at the back of Kei’s mind, she figured the lady with the magic healing Quirk would help Shinsō faster than she could.

“Thanks,” Shinsō said in a strained voice. Kei’s focus was still on how his arm really didn’t look good.

Then his words registered and Kei stopped short of trying to manipulate his arm into a more comfortable position, keeping the impulse to a vague twitch in her fingers. With confusion probably plain on her face, she asked, “For what?”

“There’s no way I would’ve lasted that long without all the training I’ve been doing,” Shinsō told her, as the pair of them continued to walk toward the nurse’s office. “So, thanks for helping me.”

“Training doesn’t mean much without follow-through.” Kei held out her hand for a fist-bump. “You did great.”

“My arm’s disagreeing with you,” Shinsō muttered, but his ears were a little pink. Probably not from pain. The kid didn’t get enough praise. And he looked at the fist she’d raised as though he had no idea what to do with it. “Um.”

Kei bumped his right hand anyway, though her boys would’ve called it a sad excuse for a friendly gesture. “Then get to Recovery Girl before you get mobbed by fans. I think Shingetsu-san isn’t going to keep them off you forever.”

Shinsō reddened further. “I don’t have fans.”

“You do now,” Kei insisted. Then she snapped her fingers, as though a thought had just occurred to her. “Oh, by the way…”

Shinsō hesitated. Something in her tone was letting him know there was a catch to the positive attitude Kei was throwing his way, and there was. Amazing he could pay attention that well with a dislocated shoulder, really.

Kei took a deep breath. “Don’t pull a Midoriya ever again if you can avoid it. That was way too close.”

“Don’t have to tell me that twice.” Shinsō’s eyes darted toward the ceiling for a split second. “Is he still up there?”

“Last I checked, yes.”

Shinsō frowned faintly. With a glance at his arm and a near-silent groan, he finally said, “I’ll keep an eye out for him. You should concentrate on your match.”

Kei sketched a lazy salute before she passed Shinsō and headed down to the arena once again. “Get yourself taken care of, Shinsō-san. I’ll worry about Splodey.”

Kei strolled into the arena for the umpteenth time that day, stretching slowly as she went. Chakra pulsed through her system in time with her heartbeat. At a glance, her level expression probably communicated quiet determination in the face of one of the most difficult fights in the tournament. Bakugō’s tenacity was already the talk of the town. Any normal competitor would be quaking in their gym shoes. Or at least considering the fight more seriously.

Kei didn’t really care.

Her conversation with Obito and Kakashi had taken the somewhat self-imposed competitive weight off her shoulders and replaced it with a different one. Rather than debating herself in circles, she had to lose.

At least it makes things simpler.

There is that.

Kei was not a strategic genius. She’d given up on making the loss convincing, because her acting skills were hit or miss and Bakugō wasn’t as inexperienced as some of the other competitors were. No, instead she’d just show “what she was made of.”

Hooray.

Bakugō trooped to the middle of the concrete stage with about the same aggression toward life as he ever did. Kei didn’t know him well, but she wasn’t sure how much different her impression would be even if she did. Bakugō just seemed the kind of person to act like everybody and everything had resulted in him waking up on the wrong side of the bed today. Every day.

“And here we are again, folks,” Present Mic began, his voice booming across the arena. “It’s the final match to determine which of our awesome first-year students will be making it to the top four! There’s only one spot left, so 1-A’s Bakugō and 1-C’s Gekkō are gonna have to break out the big guns to secure a semifinal fight against 1-C’s Shinsō!”

Kei hadn’t missed the announcer addition to her life one bit. She and Isobu did well enough on their own merits without an fancy Quirk or PA system.

“Let’s have a good clean game, both of you.” Kayama-sensei’s warnings were falling on deaf ears practically before she finished a single word. She didn’t seem to really care. “Or not! Make it a good match. If you have to get down and dirty to pull victory from your opponent’s gnarled claws, do it!”

Thanks for that, Kei thought in a dry tone. I’m sure we’re just in this for a jolly good time, by Jove.

What was that accent?

I don’t even know.

“Give it all you’ve got,” Bakugō growled. His palms were already sparking orange and spitting smoke, and his red eyes were locked on hers. “I’m gonna crush you anyway.”

Kei sized him up. Shorter than her by a few centimeters, but athletic, aggressive, and more than capable of changing tactics on the fly, going by his match with Uraraka. His Quirk was powerful, versatile, and frankly something Kei should have thought of when designing her fake personal history.

Stomp him into the ground.

Thanks for the vote of confidence.

Bakugō’s eyes narrowed. “Got nothing to say?”

Not to you. Kei just shrugged, her hands stuck in her pockets and her attention already starting to wander a bit. More than usual, anyway. Might as well continue this joke now that it was established. Bakugō’s opinion didn’t matter to her either.

Kei was done with the entire damn tournament.

“Begin!” Kayama-sensei shouted.

Bakugō charged, as Kei knew he would. Right haymaker, fingers extended to use his Quirk—

The distinctive funnel-shaped burst of the Water Trumpet jutsu hit him full in the face and forced him to a stop. Bakugō hit the ground knees-first, sputtering, and had to block the bulk of the blast with his back and shoulders to stay on his feet and coherent.

The uniform pockets weren’t quite reality-breaking enough to form full sets of hand seals without revealing one’s movements, but one-handed seals were fine. And Kei didn’t need both hands to spit water like a decapitated fire hydrant at this level.

Kei dropped the ninjutsu a couple of seconds later, turning her head to the side to spit out the leftover water. She wiped her mouth on her forearm and didn’t take her eyes off Bakugō, now looking like a drenched cat with twice as much fight in him. But those red eyes were calculating, and fast.

He couldn’t use his Quirk without being able to sweat.

“And just like that, Bakugō and Gekkō are at a standstill!” Present Mic could stand to be less of a ham. “I don’t think Gekkō broke a sweat keeping Bakugō at arm’s length, but how long can she really keep that up?”

Bakugō’s palms gave off a couple of futile-sounding pops as though to answer the question. He bared his teeth. “You’ve been holding back for this entire competition.”

Kei shrugged again.

“Don’t play dumb with me, you fucking Gen Studies reject,” Bakugō snarled, his voice lower and even more threatening. His hair exploded back into place, providing a neat summation of why Kei’s “Quirk” wouldn’t keep him doused forever. “You didn’t fight Stupid Hair like you meant it. You didn’t give a shit during the qualifiers. And if you don’t think half the fucking audience didn’t recognize your martial arts training, you’re fooling yourself.”

Kei didn’t really care. Barely humoring him, she prompted, “And your point is…?”

“I don’t care what your fucking issues are,” Bakugō told her. “But don’t you fucking dare come at me with anything but your best, or I’ll hand you your ass on a silver platter.”

“Scary.” Kei’s dull tone made it clear exactly how much Bakugō’s pride mattered to her, but she took her other hand out of her pocket. She held both of them up in plain view, then pointedly raised two fingers in a “come at me” gesture Obito and Gai were both fond of. “Prove you’re not all talk.”

Bakugō was quick to meet her challenge, no matter how unenthusiastic she was. His palms shot sparks constantly, until the worst of the damp was evaporated. And then he was after her again, skin blackening with soot here and there as the smoke he produced clung to his skin.

Kei made another highly telegraphed hand seal. Water Release: Hidden Mist Jutsu.

“Not again!” Present Mic screeched as the entire battlefield disappeared at Kei’s command. “Gekkō, we need to have a talk about your clear problem with the media! We actually want the camera fiends to have fun here, same as everyone else!”

Bakugō was nearly as loud, and he didn’t have the excuse of a speaker system backing him up. The gist of his arguments regarding mist, visibility, and Kei’s fighting style could be summed up as: “Fuck you, you goddamn extra!”

Kei dodged better than Uraraka or Shinsō could on their best days. Wherever Bakugō was, she wasn’t. She danced circles around one of the most adept fighters in the tournament, slipping in and out of mingled smoke and gray fog she produced on a whim as though she was born to it. He could punch as many holes in the mist as he liked—it wasn’t going anywhere as long as Kei wanted it to stay.

She also blasted him with water again and again, which seemed to succeed mainly in making him angrier.

Water Trumpet, Kei thought, and Bakugō screamed in rage as his attack vanished under the fine spray of mist he’d made out of her attack.

“Use something other than your Quirk, you hack!”

Wild Water Wave, was the next round, and Bakugō was forced to run away from the bulk of the blast before it could swirl up and nab him.

The mist glowed with each blast, because even as she tried to make sure Bakugō’s nitroglycerin stayed in low concentrations, Kei was keeping close track of everything. The substance was ludicrously unstable in its pure form and quite powerful, but it was also oily. Yes, she could basically render him ineffective without hurting him as long as she kept blasting him, but it was a waste of chakra when he was going to accumulate nitroglycerin anyway. Just more slowly.

Still, he was going to run out of stamina before he defeated her mist if he kept up the pace for much longer.

Bakugō lost his temper and most of his restraint in one go. “HOWITZER IMPACT!”

Unless he did that, Kei supposed.

“And there goes Gekkō’s camera-defying mist! Now that we can finally get a look at our contenders, it seems like Bakugō’s become something the cat dragged in. Backwards, and through a puddle!” Present Mic didn’t quite laugh at his own joke. “Gekkō’s about the same as we left her, somehow. Guess this match is starting to heat up.”

Kei had left the majority of the fight to mid- and long-range techniques. But with the majority of her mist dissipated by raw force and her in plain view, it seemed like it was finally time to properly escalate.

“Wrong,” said Aizawa.

Bakugō’s hands were trembling. While he wouldn’t have admitted it under torture, the kid was getting tired. He was pushing himself harder than before, wasn’t he?

Kei’s eyes narrowed. Any fight, eventually, got to the point where it all broke down. Fatigue and injuries took over, and sooner or later everyone dropped. Her endurance was literally superhuman, but she hadn’t hinted that way. She’d been hoping to lay a trail of breadcrumbs to imply she was reaching her limits, too, but now…

Fuck it. Kei started making hand seals again. She didn’t strictly need them, but sometimes it was best to put on a show anyway.

“I’m not done yet!” Bakugō roared, and charged again. His movements were rougher and wilder as exhaustion started to set in.

Kei completed her seal sequence. Water Release: Great Waterfall Technique.

That was the thought in her mind and the power in her hands, at least. However, she didn’t channel the jutsu into its customary doom spiral of sheer overkill. Water leapt up from the ground as though to form the twister, but it just kept going. Drawn by her chakra and Isobu’s just behind it, hundreds of thousands of gallons of water crashed into the arena and doused the braziers, barely avoiding Cementoss and Kayama-sensei as Kei exerted her will on reality.

Bakugō was caught by the rush not two meters from Kei’s face, and he disappeared into it with a wordless yell.

So did Kei, even with her hands still locked in the last seal form. The waterspout snatched her up with all the mercy of a heron to a fish, swallowing her whole.

Inside the death spiral, at least she couldn’t hear Present Mic yelling anymore. Kicking off into the sunlight-streaked mass of whirling water and air pockets, Kei swam for the top. At the same time, a crack of her chakra caused almost every other drop of water in the immediate area to freeze in place almost as though Todoroki had willed it. Suddenly, the weight of the structure was entirely on Kei’s will.

Kei broke the surface and blinked, looking around across a changed arena. Where once there’d been a proper waterspout, the stadium was actually fairly dry. It was just that, within the painted boundary lines, it was like someone had emptied a perfectly shaped gelatin mold exactly on the stage’s dimensions. It wobbled when Kayama-sensei touched it or Cementoss tried moving the base, but it was all water.

“Our arena’s become an aquarium in no seconds flat!” Present Mic really needed to stop talking. Kei wasn’t interested. “How is Bakugō going to get out of this one? Can the tenacity of a high school student and young hero overcome the laws of physics?!”

Bakugō was stuck almost in the middle of it, so Kei loosened her control a bit. In an instant, he kicked his way up toward the surface too.

Kei was just a bit faster. And when she put her hands on the water, she pulled herself out with no handholds but surface tension—as interpreted by chakra exercises, at least. Water walking had never been designed to be exploited quite like this.

“She can walk on water?!"

Bakugō did his best to explode his way out of the giant water cube. Once he was able to breathe again, it should’ve been simple.

Except for the bit where Kei was crouching next to him, her shoes perched on the surface.

She didn’t say, “How’s this for holding back?”

She didn’t say, “Looks like you’re all washed up.”

Instead, she thought, Water Prison.

Water spiraled off from the cube, swirling up and around Bakugō to trap him in a soundproof, inescapable cage. While the Water Prison technique was one Kei had learned solely to break it properly from the inside, and to avoid allowing her experiences to become traumas, it had a bit of utility. And, when connected to a larger body of water, it kept Bakugō’s nitroglycerin from building up to weaponized levels.

Kei started cycling the water from the cube in and through the Water Prison. Doing so quickly drained the cube and lowered them toward the ground as her power shifted mass around, dispersing everything toward the sad and much-abused lawn around the ring.

Bakugō, from inside the bubble, looked like he wanted to murder her and wear her ribcage as a hat. As soon as he wasn’t under the threat of drowning.

Standard-pattern humans could only hold their breath for about five minutes in ideal conditions. Including training regimens.

If she wanted, Kei could bring the match to an end now. Or wait for Bakugō to pass out.

“Can he move?” Kayama-sensei asked, once Kei’s feet touched tile again. It wasn’t like Bakugō was in a position to hear her.

Kei didn’t immediately answer. Instead, she started backing toward the edge of the stage. In the bubble, Bakugō’s arms and legs strained as he tried struggling in his liquid hell. A stream of bubbles escaped his mouth.

If Kakashi couldn’t break out of this on his own, as an adult shinobi with almost twenty years of experience, then Bakugō didn’t have a chance.

Kei ripped her arm out of the Water Prison before Kayama-sensei could ask again, deliver a verdict, or even say a single word. The bubble collapsed with a sad little splat, dropping a drenched Bakugō to the floor.

His eyes were wild with fury.

Kei favored him with a mocking salute. “I think I’ve made my point.”

And Kei stepped backward off the edge of the cement platform, landing on top of water thirty centimeters deep just as the drainage system seemed to finally catch up. The more distance she put between herself and the arena, the closer to the grass she got.

The crowd and the announcers erupted in a mass of solid noise , helped along by Present Mic as always.

“I—I don’t believe it!” Present Mic was always the loudest. Went with the territory. “Gekkō’s forfeiting the match! She had Bakugō on the ropes and walked out of bounds!”

“Gekkō is out of bounds! Bakugō is the winner!” Kayama-sensei roared.

“F—” Bakugō had to stop and cough, but his heaving breaths let him get out, “FUCK YOU!” with impressive speed. “GET THE FUCK BACK IN HERE, YOU ASS-KISSING DOORMAT!”

Nope, Kei thought, and walked into the exit tunnel without a backward glance.

#Shell Game #Keisuke Gekko #bakugou katsuki #Kakashi Hatake #Obito Uchiha #shinsou hitoshi

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sanjuno · 6 years

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Hey! I saw your prompts were open and I can’t really think of anything big, but I’d love to see what you have in mind for team minato and team 7 in the truth in hyperbole verse? Put in as many tropes as you like!! (I’m so sorry if this isn’t what you’re looking for!) I love your writing thank you for sharing it with us!!

Nah, this is good. I’ve had most of this idea plotted out for a while now, so it’ll be good to finally write it down.

(Ideas of March Prompt Fill 14/15)

Tangled up with his team in their weird little bower of woven living branches, Obito was quite content to remain where he was indefinitely. Kakashi’s head was tucked up under Obito’s chin, the younger ninja keeping his weird new dojutsu pressed into Obito’s shirt. Rin had plastered herself to Obito’s side, her forehead resting against the back of Kakashi’s neck and her arms around both her boys. Obito had one arm around Rin’s back to support her and the other wrapped around Kakashi to keep him close.

… Sage, Obito had never really noticed how small Kakashi was before. It was really obvious that Kakashi was younger than them when he was curled up in a miserable shaking ball in Obito’s lap. The unsteady hitch in the soft breaths against Obito’s chest ignited something fierce and protective inside Obito’s ribcage. Kakashi was suffering, and Obito wanted to track down the source and burn it to ash.

Less than an hour after Rin finished patching him up, Kakashi took a deep breath and stiffened. “The mission.”

“Screw the mission.” Scowling Obito, refused to let go as Kakashi tried to wiggle free. “Stop that! What’re you doing, Bakakashi?”

“We need to complete our mission, Obito.” Fuming over the inescapable cage his teammate’s hold proved to be, Kakashi crossed his arms and pouted. It was probably meant to be a glare, but Kakashi’s mask was gone and his lower lip jutted out when Kakashi narrowed his eyes. “I’m healed and it’s time to continue on.”

“No!” A hand pressed against his shoulder, and Obito turned to look at Rin. She shook her head, pulling away from their huddle. Obito grit his teeth. “But!”

“I want the war to end, Obito.” Voice quiet but implacable, Rin tugged on Obito’s hand to encourage him to release Kakashi. “Destroying this bridge is important. That’s why Sensei was sent out as a distraction. We can’t waste his effort, Obito.”

“Rrrh-! Fine!” Obito let Kakashi go and they all stood up. With jerky motions Obito slung the pack of explosives onto his back and hissed through his teeth. “We’re doing the stupid mission! I have no idea how to use the sharingan. Bakakashi’s hurt. You used up most of your chakra healing him. But sure! The mission comes first! I still think this is a bad idea and I’m not happy about it!”

“Be unhappy quietly.” Was Kakashi’s flat rejoinder, obviously displeased by the reminder of his injuries. The light coming from Kakashi’s left eye flared brighter and he winced, hand flying up to cover the scarred lid. “The last thing we need is another ambush.”

Obito snapped his mouth shut on another complaint. Furious resolve kindled in the young Uchiha. The rest of this mission was going to go perfectly. They were going to go blow the bridge up, and then Obito was getting him team right back to Konoha. No delays. No detours. No demonic tentacles snatching Kakashi away while Obito watched helplessly.

The Uchiha were all about making things explode with fire. Obito was going to destroy the hell out of this bridge and good riddance.

/…/

The trip to the bridge was tense, all three of them hyperaware of their surroundings. Kakashi had needed to pull his forehead protector down over his dojutsu, not wanting the glow to give his position away. Given the way the silver-haired boy’s tense shoulders relaxed once the eye was covered, Rin had the suspicion that Kakashi had mostly done it to cut off the input. There was no telling what the Hatake dojutsu picked up on and there was no way Kakashi had known to train for it.

The Hatake had been a dying Clan for a long time, and if there had ever been a Kekkai Genkai the knowledge of it had long since faded from memory. Worry clogged Rin’s throat. They just needed to finish this mission, then they could all go home and Rin could safely wrap both her boys in blankets so she could sit on them until the entirely rational fear that they were going to disappear again was less overwhelming.

They just needed to blow up a bridge. Simple. That bridge was coming down on the first try or so help her Rin was going to on a full-bore Tsunade-shishou rampage and turn this entire section of the forest into a smoking crater.

/…/

Slipping away from the destruction raging behind them, Kakashi sighed in relief. His covered eye throbbed, and the new flesh on his chest was tender and sore. He just wanted to go home. Now that their mission objective was complete and the bridge was beyond the enemy’s ability to repair, Kakashi had no objections to heading straight back to Konoha.

His team probably agreed with the sentiment. Rin and Obito had followed orders with grim determination, and they had been rather more liberal with the application of the explosives than the job really called for. Still, Kakashi was not complaining. Maybe once the headache faded, Kakashi would be more inclined to concern himself with his teammate’s mental states.

These were thoughts for later. The job was done, but they still needed to make it home before they could call the mission a complete success. Kakashi hid a wince.

It was going to be a long, painful trip.

/…/

“I can’t sense anyone.” Obito murmured when they stopped to rest, passing the water bottle to Rin as spinning red eyes roamed over their surroundings with startling focus. “You?”

Face turned to the breeze, Kakashi let the air roll over his tongue as he breathed deep, scenting the air. “… Nothing.”

“Thank goodness.” Rin murmured, handing Kakashi the water bottle and pressing her hand against his chest without hesitation. “Stop that, Kakashi. You’ve already put enough stress on the healing I did earlier. Now let me check.”

“He good?” As soon as he saw Rin nod and pull her hand back, Obito stepped forward and scooped Kakashi up into his arms. “Let’s get going.”

“… No.” The flat tone was a warning all on it’s own, but Obito ignored it cheerfully. Kakashi’s glare increased in intensity. “Obito. Even you aren’t stupid enough to carry me all the way back to the Village.”

“Like the pretty princess you are, Bakakashi!” Taking the lack of physical struggle as agreement, Obito started moving. “Right, Rin?”

“The prettiest!” Rin agreed as she paced them, one hand held over her mouth but doing nothing to hide the amusement in her eyes. The levity felt good, releasing the leftover tension from completing the mission after two sequential ambushes. “Don’t drop him, Obito!”

Obito scoffed, pulling Kakashi closer. “Or you’ll do what?”

“Or I’ll take my turn as the dashing samurai!” Rin stuck out her tongue, miming taking Kakashi away from Obito.

“… You’re both complete idiots.” Rolling his eyes at their antics, Kakashi huffed grumpily but let Obito continue to carry him. As embarrassing as it was, Kakashi took careful note of the paranoid way his team was watching the ground for movement that did not belong. Whatever other side effects the changes Kakashi had gone through might have, they had left him exhausted. Letting Obito do all the work and not moving a single muscle for the rest of the week sounded like a great idea.

Kakashi would just need to make sure they put him down before they were seen by any of the perimeter patrols. It would be fine.

/…/

Sakumo stared at his son’s sleeping face, fingers denting the doorframe as he logged the new scars. The Uchiha curled around his boy lifted his head, red eyes gleaming with silent threat before recognition set in. Kakashi was mostly hidden by his teammates, wrapped in their arms and buried in blankets. Obito was still watching Sakumo silently, wary of him waking Kakashi but not willing to tell his teammate’s father to leave.

Smiling faintly at the young Uchiha, Sakumo finally managed to tear himself away from Kakashi’s bedroom door. Making his way back to the kitchen, Sakumo ignored the dejected blond slumped facedown at the table. Orochimaru said nothing as Sakumo sought comfort in the Snake Sannin’s embrace like his was trying to hide from the rest of the world.

“… We almost lost him.” Tremors wracked the hoarse words, and Sakumo felt Orochimaru’s hand go still against the back of his head. “He’s still so young and he almost died today, lovely.”

Arms wrapped around his husband, Orochimaru looked angry. Hard gold eyes looked at Jiraiya over Sakumo’s shaking shoulders. Jiraiya’s face was grim, one arm wrapped around Minato’s back as a tactile source of support as the younger man tried to shake the terror that had seized him after hearing his students report.

“… He lived.” Orochimaru murmured into Sakumo’s hair, eyes still on his teammate. “We’ll keep him safe now.”

“Yeah…” Jaw firming inresolution, Jiraiya nodded his agreement to the plan. There had been far toomany ambushes on critical missions for it to be coincidence. This had been thelast straw. “Things’re gonna change now. We’ll take care of it.”

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And then the Legendary Three go steal Sarutobi’s hat and kick him out of office. It’s great.

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6. Happy Birthday, Kakashi

disclaimer: I wrote this as an installment to a set of one shots a chapter to a fic I’ve been writing entitled The Scarecrow and the Bell that center on Kakashi and his girlfriend, Rei, who plays a big role in this so if anyone whose not following me and doesn’t know about my shippy bullshit finds this just by searching tags and shit, now you know and you have been warned. I’m so sorry lmfao

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It was a cold, unforgiving day when she told him. He blinked a few times, unable to believe what she was saying. Did he even really want this? He didn’t know. He hadn’t thought about it. But yet here she was, his beautiful wife, pregnant with his child. As Aijo’s belly expanded, the reality set in deeper and deeper. Sakumo Hatake was going to be a father.

And then it happened. Like lightning, she was in labor, gripping his hand and panting and crying. He had never seen such a pain. It was different than when a comrade falls on the battlefield, more visceral and desperate and raw. He watched her face contort as she pushed, his heart racing in his chest, until suddenly a cry broke through and everything shifted. The doctor held up his baby and his heart swelled. What should we name him? he asked his wife. She held the infant close to her chest, caressing his cheek with the trademark tenderness of a mother. She knew in an instant, just by looking at him, what he would be called. Happy Birthday, Kakashi.

One year later, a bright baby boy with boundless possibility. He was intelligent and prodigal, the ideal son. They baked him a cake with a dog made out of icing and cheered and sang for him. His mother blew out the candles from behind his back and clapped her hands and kissed him on the head. Happy Birthday, Kakashi.

At two, he was stumbling around the yard, splashing in the lake behind their home. A couple had just moved in next door, Yuruganai and Hana, old friends of the White Fang and his wife. Soon they would welcome their own baby. They attended the small party, introducing themselves with soft smiles and kind eyes. They gifted him a storybook that his mother could read to him before bed, that he cherished for years to come. Happy Birthday, Kakashi.

The storybook stayed at his bedside every night. The couple next door gave birth to a baby girl, Rei, and Kakashi’s heart felt something it never had before. He announced he would be her ninja, her protector, and that he would let no harm come to her. He smiled at her in her mother’s arms, informing her that he was three years old today. She cooed and squirmed, her mother explaining she must have been saying Happy Birthday, Kakashi.

His mother’s voice had become an echo, the storybook collecting dust. His father had changed—he looked older, tired. He was grateful for an independent child who could care for himself while he was gone, though the family next door still supervised to ensure he would be alright. They even invited him to sleep over if he pleased. One night in particular, when the house was empty and he was all alone, he finally accepted their offer. They set up a place for him on the floor in the nursery, which he thought was lame but he did not protest. He was a student in the academy now, the first step to becoming a brave and strong ninja. He peered over to the baby fast asleep in her crib, making noises in her sleep. He hoped his father would return soon. Happy Birthday, Kakashi.

The metal plate on his headband flashed in the sunlight on his way home, shiny and new. His father rejoiced, though he knew it was coming. His son was already a gifted ninja, better than any of his comrades. He was placed in a team with a Uchiha boy and a girl a few years his senior, under the direction of their sensei, Minato. Sakumo had high hopes for his little boy. He baked him a cake and invited the neighbors. Rei looked up at him as if he had put the stars in the sky. He patted her on the head and blew out his candles. Happy Birthday, Kakashi.

The young shinobi progressed quickly, graduating to a chunin in just a year. His sensei had faith in him. Kakashi had wild potential. In this, however, Kakashi was doused in pride. He was a prodigy. He was gifted. These were things he heard on a daily basis. They were the foundation of his journey. Every day he came home, a young girl would sit on her front porch awaiting his return. He would tell her great tales of his travels, and of all the enemies he fought. She looked at him as if he put the stars in the sky. Happy Birthday, Kakashi.

Kakashi was favored by all who hired him and all who worked alongside him. He was a bright and shining example of what a shinobi should be. He owed much of it to the teachings of his father. At seven, he idolized the man. At eight, he disapproved of him. The house had long since been quiet. Kakashi didn’t care for the neighbors anymore. He lived alone. He avoided the patch of floor where he had found his father lifeless. He spoke nothing of the man who gave up his assignment to save his comrades. He visited his grave every so often, laying flowers down and promising he would not be like him. Kakashi would follow the rules. Happy Birthday, Kakashi.

At ten, Kakashi was promoted to a jonin. He worked tirelessly alongside his comrades to uphold the promise he had made. And yet somehow he still failed. Obito died, and gave him his eye. Rin was killed by his own chidori. He had lost everyone…except one. He watched Rei train tirelessly from the shadows, his heart breaking. It would never be enough. She ran to him one day, crooked teeth and wild hair, rejoicing in her own promotion to genin. A lump rose in his throat. You’re tiny. Weak. You’ll never make it. The face of a dear friend flashed in the back of his mind as he walked away from the last thing he had left, her cries echoing in his ears. He refused to turn back. He refused to cry. He celebrated another year as he had grown accustomed to: utterly alone, nothing special. Happy Birthday, Kakashi.

At thirteen, he was approached in a hospital by the hokage himself, a familiar friend and kindhearted teacher. I came here today to assign you to the ANBU under my direct control. He tossed his book in the dumpster and entered the dark building, a disconcerting smell tainting the air. He strapped the sword to his back, the gauntlets on his arms. As he put on that mask, he was no longer Kakashi. He was an anonymous fighter, a hidden ninja. He was a blank face among a crowd of villagers. He cared not for himself any longer. All that mattered now was work. There would be no more happy birthday, Kakashi.

Only a few months had passed when the hokage summoned him for a top-secret errand, announcing he and his wife were expecting. He was to guard over Kushina and ensure no harm came to her during her vulnerable months. He did as he was told, watching her like a hawk for the duration of her pregnancy. In the quiet moments, when she slept or when Minato was by her side, he often had lots of time to think. With one month before her due date, Kushina’s belly had grown rather large. Kakashi wondered how it felt, carrying around so much extra weight, knowing there was life inside of you. He thought of his own mother, a distant face, a hazy memory. He thought of the first time he met Hana, his father explaining her own pregnancy. He thought of the baby she birthed shortly after, a face he had not seen in years. He wondered where she was and what she was doing, if she was alright. If he let his mind wander long enough, he would no longer see the hokage’s wife before him but his old friend, wild red hair and crooked teeth. He saw her standing at the counter preparing dinner. The door would swing open and a vision of himself stepped inside, older and wiser and happier. He would wrap his arms around her distended waist and kiss her cheek. A future in which there was no pain or desolation. He willed away the thoughts as quickly as they came. He was fourteen, and none of those stupid, childish ideas mattered. He twirled his finger around the group of dragonflies that encircled him and sighed. Happy Birthday, Kakashi.

At fifteen, the village was in ruin. The hokage had died. The Nine Tailed Demon Fox had attacked, and his spirit was sealed inside of Minato’s son. The next few years were dark and ruthless. Kakashi cared for nothing. He was known in ANBU for his cold, distant demeanor. Every so often, he would slip into the bookstore Rei’s family owned, wander around and purchase something he would only mindlessly read. She was professional, mature, blunt. Seeing her was like walking into a graveyard. His spine chilled. He walked inside on a September day, picking up a book that the sannin, Jiraiya, had released a few years earlier. He approached the counter, paid, and made his leave. As he opened it up that night, the receipt tucked inside fell into his lap. He turned it over to find a tiny message written at the bottom in scribbled hand: Happy Birthday, Kakashi.

At nineteen, the third hokage had called for him, saying something about an important announcement. The door creaked open. A young woman stood before the desk with her back turned, her head down and her hands clenched at her sides. Kakashi, I have inducted a new member into the ANBU I would like you to meet. I have decided to assign her to your team. She turned and even with her mask, he knew her immediately. Wild red hair. Petite form. She was nothing like he remembered in their youth. They fought alongside one another, and she was smart and sharp and capable. Something within him snapped, a strange feeling spreading that he only remembered experiencing a long time ago, like something from a fever dream. He woke up alongside her in the woods with her mask crooked. He fixed it for her as she slept but not before taking in the features of her matured face and thinking that none of this could actually be real. Happy Birthday, Kakashi.

He was twenty when he began leaving breakfast on her doorstep and finally continuing to fulfill that promise he had made so many years ago. She no longer looked at him as if he put the stars in the sky, but as if she had watched them explode one by one and the shards had fractured her skin. And then one day, there was a package on his own doorstep, an anonymous message reading Happy Birthday, Kakashi.

At twenty two, he was trying to find his way. Freshly reprieved of his ANBU duties and now assigned to train young and impressionable ninja, he was unsure whether he was fit for the task. They said that he had lost his kindness, that they hoped he would find his way back through the “power of youth” or at least that’s what Guy liked to say. And all the while, there was Rei. She was his constant, his rock, always there. Wild hair and crooked teeth. He cupped her cheek and pressed his lips to hers, their bodies instinctively falling back onto the bed and submitting to one another. She gazed into his eyes, breathlessly whispering Happy Birthday, Kakashi.

A soft smile touched his lips as the three children who changed his life awaited him. He was always late, a true disgruntlement to them, but he had errands he could not avoid. Still, as he approached, he looked to each of them and his heart burst a little. The broken young jinchuriki, the very boy whose mother he had watched over during her pregnancy, so determined to become hokage someday. A young kunoichi with untapped potential, fawning over the boy hellbent on revenge that he would later tragically lose to darkness. He did not know what was to come, all he knew then was the present but that was enough. He had grown to love these kids. He saw kindness, determination, power, potential. He loved them as if they were his own. He smiled down at them, apologizing for being late like every other day, and they rolled their eyes and complained but he didn’t care. Happy Birthday, Kakashi.

And some day in the not so distant future, he would come home to find his glowing wife standing at the counter preparing dinner, wild red hair and crooked teeth. He would wrap his arms around her waist and kiss her cheek, the promise of new life underneath his hands. He’d hope for a future with no pain or desolation. Dragonflies would buzz outside. He would dust off that storybook from when he was a boy and set it on the shelf so it would be ready for a new generation of bedtime stories. He was thirty and those stupid, childish ideas were all that mattered. He would press his hand to her belly, cup her cheek in his hand, kiss her as if it was the last, and bury himself in gratitude for all he had won in this life. And she would gaze back at him as if he put the stars in the sky and whisper lovingly Happy Birthday, Kakashi.

#THIS IS FEELSY AS FUCK AND YOU'RE WELCOME #kakashi hatake #rei natsuki #kakashi x rei #the scarecrow and the bell #naruto #naruto oc #fanfiction #ramblings

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raendown · 6 years

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Pairing: KakashiTobiramaObito Word count: 1701 Soulmate au: The one where being close to your soulmate(s) will heal wounds otherwise incurable.

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Chapter 124: KakashiTobiramaObito

“How many more people are we going to have to meet?” Obito whined, tugging on Kakashi’s sleeve and dragging his footsteps in protest. Kakashi smiled at him. This behavior was nothing new; neither of them could be called social butterflies, although most people figured him to be the worst of the pair. Most people were wrong.

“Just a few? I don’t know how many people Rin invited.”

“Ugh. Why does she need so many friends? She should just talk to the same five people every day like we do, that’s much easier.”

“You mean it would be easier for you to deal with.” Kakashi grinned and Obito tilted his head, acquiescing the point.

Weaving their fingers together, Kakashi dragged his boyfriend down the hall where they could at least get a few moments of privacy to recharge. Knowing their usual hermit-like habits, it wouldn’t be too long before they both started looking for escape routes. Rin always seemed to know when they were thinking of escaping, though, and that was usually when she found some reason to make them the center of attention as a punishment for trying to bail.

As soon as they were alone in their friend’s bedroom Obito collapsed against him and groaned loudly in to his hair, making Kakashi smile again. The two of them had been together for so long it almost felt as though they’d never been apart and many assumed they must be soulmates. Unfortunately they were not. Both of them had questioned it many times over the years, how two people could be so obviously meant for each other yet not be soulmates. Their relationship felt so right but there was always a feeling in the back of both their minds that something was missing, something more that was meant to be there.

Despite that, they had absolutely no plans to leave each other. They had made promises to each other years ago that even the arrival of one of their soulmates would not split them apart.

Kakashi gently patted Obito’s back, drumming his fingers along the other man’s spine while they both enjoyed the quiet without dozens of other people crowding them from every direction. If it weren’t for how much they loved Rin they would never have come here today. But they did love her and so they were forced to suffer through the one day a year she could guilt them in to being properly social.

“Come on,” Kakashi mumbled with a kiss to his boyfriend’s temple. “We should get going.”

“Don’t wanna.” When Obito straightened he was frowning in a way that pulled at the scars twisting the right side of his face. Kakashi kissed his twisted cheek and nuzzled his own scar against it.

“Maybe later we can slip back in here for a while without Rin catching us.”

“She always knows,” Obito whined. Still, he pulled away and heaved a sigh as he reached for the door.

The party was just as loud and crowded as it had been when they left. Gai waved at them enthusiastically from across the room but they pretended not to see and skirting around Kisame’s massive bulk to hide behind him instead. Even something as simple as waving back ran the risk of getting them swept up in some ridiculous challenge; it was safer to hide and pray that he wouldn’t find them until later on in the evening when they could claim fatigue.

Rin found them huddled together next to the snack table in the living room about an hour later, grinning brightly to see them at least making the effort not to look as bored as she knew they felt. She was dragging a tall man behind her with pale skin and perpendicular scars on both of his cheeks. His eyes glowed red in the semi-lit room but it appeared to be his natural color, interestingly enough.

“Boys, I’d like to introduce you to Tobirama. I figured you might at least have something to talk about with a fellow introvert.” Rin gave her companion a pointed smirk, to which he rolled his eyes. “Tobirama, these are my friends Kakashi and Obito. Boys, this is my coworker Tobirama.”

“My condolences on having to work with her,” Kakashi joked, holding out the hand that was not still wrapped around Obito’s fingers. Tobirama snorted and reached out to shake his hand politely.

The moment their skin touched a shudder ran through him, the skin on his face positively crawling. Kakashi was already shaking his head violently as though to dislodge the feeling when he heard Obito cry out and concern for his boyfriend immediately overrode his reaction any strange sensations he was experiencing. When he looked to his side, however, his worries about his own face were thrown completely out the window as he took in what was happening to Obito’s.

It looked almost like ripples underneath his skin, the entire right half of his face shifting like paper rippling in a heavy wind. Kakashi had never seen anything more bizarre in his life and, in truth, just looking at it made him feel a little sick.

Obito’s panic under the shifting of his face was clear enough that all three of them gathered closer to hide him from sight of the rest of the room, protecting him until they could figure out what was happening or if they needed help. It only took a little over a minute for it to stop but when it did what was left behind was perhaps even freakier than the process itself. Where before his face had been riddled with scars there was now smooth, unbroken skin. All marks of the accident he suffered in his childhood had been completely erased, even the small scar on the bottom of his chin from when he had tripped and bashed his face on the floor in high school.

“Holy shit…” Kakashi muttered under his breath. Obito looked back at him with wide, frightened eyes.

“What? What happened? What’s wrong with my face!?”

“Your scars are gone!”

“They what!” Jerking his free hand up to gingerly feel around the area, Obito looked about ready to fain.t “Holy shit. Oh my god. They are gone! So is yours! What the fuck is happening!?”

Kakashi only realized he was still holding on to Rin’s friend Tobirama when he tried to raise a hand to check his own face. Both of them flickered their eyes towards each other’s faces in shock then paused to stare, separating their hands only to point at each other.

“Your scars are gone!”

“And yours, as your partner said.” Tobirama looked like the shock had left him numb but he still brought his opposite hand up to brush over the place where his scars used to be. “What on earth is – oh. Oh my.”

“Oh you what?”

“We’ve healed each other’s wounds, all three of us. When you shook my hand you connected the three of us and we were…healed.”

His words left all four of them silent, a pocket of complete stillness while the party raged on around them without a single clue as to what was happening in its midst. Rin stumbled when someone bumped in to her from behind and scowled, looking around at all the people ruining this perfect moment of discovery. Her face rearranged itself into a look of determination as she grabbed both Tobirama and Obito and murmured for everyone to follow her.

She led them through the maze of people stuffing the living room and passed by the kitchen, ignoring Anko’s voice trying to lure them in to taking a few shots. Kakashi smiled a little when he was stuffed back in to her bedroom for the second time that evening and enjoyed the irony that for once it was their socialite friend who was trying to find them a bit of privacy.

“As much as I would love to stay and goggle at you all, this probably isn’t any of my business so I’ll leave you three alone to talk. But! I expect details later!” Narrowing her eyes at her two best friends until they nodded, Rin slipped out the door to go mingle with the rest of her guests.

In her absence the three men stood staring at each other without much clue about what to say. Unsurprisingly, Obito opened his big mouth first.

“Well this was unexpected,” he said.

“Your grasp of the obvious continues to dazzle me,” Kakashi shot back blandly. Then he blinked in surprise when Tobirama snorted in amusement.

“Unexpected is a good word for the situation. The most I expected out of this night was to offer the birthday girl a few well wishes and then spend the rest of my time wishing to go home. Finding my soulmate – soulmates – is a very welcome surprise.” His head cocked to one side with a contemplative expression. “You two are already in a relationship, correct? Were you aware that your bond was intended to have a third link?”

“No, we thought we weren’t soulmates at all.”

Obito looked over at his partner with a knowing smile before giving Tobirama a very deliberate once-over, dragging his eyes up the length of the man’s body in an assessing manner. “It might not have occurred to us as an option before but, I have to admit, I’m kind of in to the idea. Bakashi?”

“Do you have to make everything sound so dirty?” Kakashi asked while Tobirama flushed slightly.

“Well I meant it in a dirty way.”

“Of course you did. You do have the spirit of it though. What do you say, Tobirama? Care to climb down the fire escape with us and go out for coffee?”

“That…sounds delightful, actually.”

Climbing down the fire escape became climbing up instead to sit on the roof and talk for hours about everything and nothing at all. Having coffee together became going home together, piling themselves in to Tobirama’s bed in a messy pile of limbs so hopelessly tangled they were probably going to have trouble separating themselves come morning.

And two became three from that night on, the missing piece of the puzzle finally slipping in to place.

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They spend the next half hour in silence, focussed on her injury.

Luckily for both, the bone implement has not caught on anything, and Sasuke is able to pull it free without trouble. Blood fills in the wound at once, but it is not the wet gush of a clipped blood vessel or ruptured organ. Sakura talks him through stitching it closed. Liberal applications of her “little elfroot and deep mushroom” knit the flesh back together as he goes.

She dozes for a little while as he puts away the supplies, carefully erasing any trace of what was done here. Kakashi has sharp eyes, and even a fleck of blood might have him asking questions.

Sakura was right about one thing: they cannot afford him expending more magic than he must.

Just as he clears away the last of the soiled bandages, he hears a low, lyrical hum behind him. Slowly, he turns around and notes Sakura, eyes still closed in slumber and barely breathing even as her throat moves around the notes of a wordless song. Normally, she is as tone deaf as a mabari howling at the moon. He knows this because she tried to teach Sai, another of their companions, the words to a dwarven drinking song not long after he joined the outfit.

The memory itself makes him wince.

But this tune she hums under her breath is different. It makes the hairs on the back of his arms and neck stand on end, but not because it is unpleasant.

It is because it is not.

“Sakura,” he says, something in his gut telling him he needs her to stop that.

Her body startles a little, the way one might when woken suddenly from a dream, but considering she never fully dropped off to sleep he doubts that it is. Still, the noise stops, and her breathing suddenly evens out.

“Something about this place…it calls to me,” she tells him after a moment, eyes still closed, and face still relaxed. “It almost feels like lyrium, but…different.”

“Different?” he echoes.

“Like a voice on the wind…just out of earshot, words garbled…and you know they’re speaking to you, but can’t for the life of you make out the meaning…” She opens her eyes and notices his concerned expression, and quickly straightens. With a sheepish grin, she says, “Sorry. I think I’m just getting ahead of myself. We’re almost to the top of the mountain which means we’re closer to ending this journey. I can see the end in sight, and then we get a nice long deserved rest.”

“Until the next errand of overblown importance is thrust upon us,” he replies, still frowning at her behaviour. He wonders if this is another one of those Warden quirks, hearing music no one else does. “And the next.”

“Until we stop the Blight, that’s the job,” she agrees. “But still, the prospect of a moment’s peace, however short, that’s valuable—don’t you think?”

“I would not know.”

“Oh, come on! You’ve had to have at least a little downtime!” she protests, pulling herself stiffly to her feet. He makes a move to help her, but she waves him away. “Don’t the Crows give days off?”

“There is time between contracts, if that is what you are asking.”

She shoots him an unimpressed look as if to say she knows he is deliberately not answering her question. “And what do you do in your spare time?”

“Prepare for the next assignment.”

“That’s it?” she deadpans. “Seriously? Isn’t there anything you do for fun?”

“No.”

“That’s…” Sakura sighs then. “I’m sorry.”

This brings him up short, and he stares at her. He can see her finding his lifestyle distasteful or boring, but he never would have expected pity from her. “Sorry for what?”

“For whatever made your life so joyless that you spend every waking moment doing sensible stuff,” she tells him, offering a comforting touch just above his elbow.

It is not pity, he realises in amazement. It sounds like…regret? On my behalf?

But that makes no sense to him.

He does not have time to ponder this development in his study of her character because at this moment, Naruto and Kakashi return.

“There is nothing between this village and the ruins up ahead,” the mage informs them without wasting time on a greeting.

“He means nothing,” Naruto adds, a hint of complaint in his voice. “No people, no shelter, no supplies…”

“We checked the temple door, but it is locked by an odd mechanism. Apparently, it needs a key to get in: big, round, sort of the size of a fist?”

“That must be what the medallion is for,” Sakura suggests, digging into her pocket for the disc she was given earlier.

“I thought so, too.”

“Then we are going in blind,” Sasuke says in irritation.

“Looks like,” Naruto shrugs, before a jeering grin appears on his face. “Don’t worry, elf. If you’re scared, I’ll let you hide behind me while I take out the nasty, possessed cultists.”

“Will that be before or after you run for cover, demanding I take out the enemy trying to set you on fire?” Sasuke returns crisply.

“Oi, that happened once, and in case you didn’t notice, that was a rage demon that came out of the damn floor!”

“I am confident we will manage somehow,” Kakashi says, intervening before Naruto punctuates his complaint with a flying fist.

“Are you ready to go?” Sasuke asks Sakura, carefully avoiding looking anywhere near where her wound is. Still, she knows what he is really asking.

“Never better,” she chirps, and grabs her supplies.

Kakashi notices something in the byplay, judging by how his eyes rove between Sasuke and Sakura, but if he suspects anything concrete, he does not address it. At least, not until Naruto has followed Sakura and is safely out of earshot.

“If you two needed a moment, you did not need to send us on an arse-freezing wild-goose chase in the mountains,” the older man says dryly. “All you had to do was ask…”

“Shut up, mage,” Sasuke replies. “Or I will find a better place for that stick than your hand.”

“Well, if that is the sort of thing you are into…”

Sasuke snarls a wordless curse at him and stalks after the other two. He knows there is no point in stooping to Kakashi’s level. Unlike Naruto, who will shout and scream and throw a few punches, and then forget the matter Sasuke does not wish to talk about, Kakashi is more patient. He will refuse to engage with any threat, but make sly, would-be-innocent comments over a matter of days. It is amusing to watch him bait others in this way—in particular Obito; it is not so entertaining when Sasuke is the one on the receiving end.

The party makes their way up the next section of the mountain together, hobbled against the wind and the incline.

Kakashi was not making light of the temperature for dramatic effect.

They were wrong about the place being completely empty, because even with the howling din of the wind, Sasuke can hear the distant roars of a dragon. He only hopes that they get to shelter before the thing makes a pass above this part of the mountain.

As they amble onward, Sasuke keeps a careful eye on the figure at the head of their procession. Sakura tramps through the snow with her usual determination and uncomplaining nature. He would never have known she had been gravely wounded earlier from the way she moves. It seems her healing skills and balms are far more powerful than he imagined.

Eventually, the four of them arrive at the giant, ridged stone door, and Sasuke sees the lock-seal Kakashi and Naruto mentioned.

Sakura brings out the medallion and presses it into the slot. There is a hissing noise and the ensign glows green, shooting a light into the crevices and cracks of the door. A moment later, the sound of creaking, shifting gears fills the air, and the door pulls open before them.

Sasuke enters first, bow raised in case there is anything lurking that may jump out at them, but this entry passage is empty. The walls and hallways are made of stone, covered with such a thick layer of ice that it is as if the place is built from glass. It is cold in here, too; not quite the knife-sharp frost of the mountain air, but still as frigid as a tomb.

“This will be fun,” Naruto whispers excitedly as they proceed up the corridor.

Despite his game face, they are all careful in their explorations, investigating every corner of the passages in a slow, methodical manner. Sasuke leaves discreet markers in room corners and by doorposts to find their way back should this place be as cavernous as the countless elven ruins he has explored. Snow has tumbled through the walls and ceilings of the temple, casting dark shadows across the corners and making the floor more slippery than it might be under normal circumstances. At one time, this building might even have been a comfortable living space.

They slip through close passages and well-built chambers, rooms with ancient books and scrolls that have Kakashi’s fingers twitching and Sakura’s eyes coveting. There are at least two armouries with discarded weaponry and armour that is ancient, but well-made.

“Ooh, swords!” Naruto declares, gleefully going to check the balance and sharpness of the blades, while the others look for more useful supplies. Sasuke finds several quivers of arrows—some spelled with magic runes to bewitch their targets. He does not like magic, but in this place, using it might be necessary. He adds these to his own supply.

That turns out to be a good idea.

Entering a large, vaulted chamber that seems trapped by time and thick snow, the shadows are suddenly alive with more blade-brandishing figures. These men are not dressed like villagers, but in billowing red robes and burned bone armour.

“More cultists,” Sakura murmurs, hoisting her axe.

Sasuke can see right away that they have the high ground, perched upon the grand staircases up ahead. They send down volley upon volley of arrows, interspersed with blasts of fire that suggest the presence of mages as well.

The party divides, Sasuke claiming the left side of the hall and Kakashi the right, both of them aiming to destroy the ranged fighters in the distance. Naruto and Sakura take the more direct approach, dealing with the incoming wave of close-combat attackers.

Once Sasuke and Kakashi reach the edge of the staircase, most of the archers and at least one mage are dead. Then, they climb upward together, moving around and behind one another in a slow rotation that allows them to divert any incoming projectiles.

Once, Sasuke even snatches an arrow from the air right before it pierces Kakashi’s temple.

The mage repays the favour by turning a wall of icy projectiles into a spray of rain using a fireball. It is a massive blast of flame that grows larger as it travels through the air and immolates the last mage. Sasuke inclines his head in thanks.

Times may have changed, but he is not about to stoop to thanking a mage of all people.

Down on the landing, Sakura and Naruto’s opponents are less feeble. The hulking, bone-wielding warriors appear immune to pain, forcing Naruto and Sakura to hack away at them. Limb by limb and inch by inch until nothing but pulp and bone surround them on the floor.

Sasuke’s stomach rebels a little.

There is a difference between a quick kill and this carnage.

“It is a type of fugue state,” Kakashi explains once the last body drops. “They do not realise they are mortally wounded until all the nerves in their body have been severed. Dwarves have an ability like this, yes?”

Sakura shakes her head, pale. “No…not like this. Dwarven berserkers can ignore pain, yes, but that’s because they’re’re fueled by battle rage and blood lust. They still feel. This…” She swallows. “This was like fighting those corpses we encountered in the Circle of Magi when we met you, Kakashi-sensei.”

“Except these guys weren’t walking corpses, they were actually alive,” Naruto adds with a shudder. “Look, there’s the blood to prove it.”

“Alive may not be the right word,” Kakashi muses. “After the amount of brain damage, hypnosis and blood magic they have been subjected to, I doubt you could really call it living.”

“Pity,” Sasuke says, staring down at one of the discarded arrows broken upon the ice-encrusted stone floor. It is the broken arm bone of a child, “That would mean we are putting them out of their misery.”

“Let’s keep going,” Sakura says, heading for the grand staircase. “We don’t know how big this place is, and there could be more of them. I’d like to get rid of as many as possible be before we lose the last natural light.”

There is a distant rumbling, and once again Sasuke hears the keen of a dragon. The others do as well, and Naruto shifts uncomfortably.

“Maybe after we do that we can set up camp?” he suggests. “I have this bad feeling we’re not getting off the mountain without coming face to face with that. And I’d really rather do it with the sun overhead than stumbling around in the dark…”

It is a sentiment none of them can argue with.

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