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mayhem-neverending · 5 months

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The Big Bad Wolf

Part VI

Word Count: 3.808

Warnings: mentions of drinking and depression

Notes: I meant to post this a couple days ago, but I kept writing and rewriting a scene, so I completely took it out and went with something else.

Genma lived in the same bottom floor apartment he had when you two had been friends. When you walked up to the door, there was a bit of anticipation. Did he really want you there? Would you only be interrupting a gathering between close friends? Taking a deep breath, you rapped your knuckles in a specific sequence, one you had used almost every day, to let him know it was you. It put a little smile on your face to let your muscle memory take over.

The blue door was nearly ripped open only seconds later by Genma, who was grinning ear to ear. He pulled you into your second tight hug of the day. You appreciated his warmth as the air had started to cool since the sun had set.

“You remembered the knock,” he said happily in your ear before pulling away.

“Of course I did,” you smiled softly at your old friend.

You looked around at the lamp-lit living room. A few people were already there, you spotted Shizune, Izumo and Kotetsu, Gai, and a woman you didn’t know who was glaring at you from her spot on the loveseat. You smiled politely when you made eye contact with her and she rolled her eyes.

You and Kakashi filed in and Genma shut the door behind you. Looking around again, you decided to go talk to Shizune, since you knew her best. You weren’t particularly close, but you had worked under her a short while when you were learning medical ninjutsu. You also had seen her recently, since you had visited the hospital since coming home for a general check up.

She waved at you with her free hand when she noticed you. Her other hand was busy balancing a cup on her knee.

“Hey, how have you been?” You asked.

“Not too bad, all things considered. How are you and your baby?” She tucked a loose strand of black hair behind her ear.

"We're both doing pretty well. He started preschool and he's really liking it,"

She smiled. "That's great, he seemed like a busy kid,"

You huffed a laugh. "Insanely so, I can hardly keep up,"

Gai startled you when his voice boomed directly behind you. "Kakashi! My friend and greatest rival, you have made it!"

You and Shizune rolled your eyes at each other, smiling at his antics. You took a seat diagonally from her on the oversized cream colored ottoman that might as well have been its own couch.

You peeked over your shoulder as Guy started in on a rant about youth and his favorite student growing up (though he didn't have favorites, he said). Kakashi found a seat so he could listen to him, and you smiled.

You turned your head back to Shizune, who was drinking more than sipping out of her cup. You were about to comment about spending too much time with Tsunade when Genma appeared beside you. He held a drink out to you which you took.

“What’s the drink of choice for tonight?”

“Tequila, your favorite,” he grinned cheekily.

You blanched. “Tequila is the worst, you know how I get,”

“Exactly,” he had the audacity to wink at you.

The girl who had been glaring daggers came up to his side and took his arm in her hands. He barely looked at her, opening his mouth to say something, when she interrupted with a whiny voice.

“Baaabe, why’d you leave me all alone?”

She batted her long lashes at him. He sighed. “Sorry, babe. I was just being a good host,”

She pouted. “You already gave her the drink, aren’t you done?”

He looked to you, but all you did was wave a little goodbye. The last thing you wanted was to get involved in whatever mess that was or would be.

Shizune sniggered at their turned backs as they walked away. “He found himself a real keeper this time, don’t you think?”

“Hm, might be the best one yet,” you replied sarcastically.

After that, the two of you fell into some light conversation. You sipped on your heavily poured drink that burned your esophagus in between the chatter. No longer a drinker, you could feel its effects halfway through your glass.

Your mind wandered back to the conversation shared with Kakashi on your way to the party. You wondered if Obito would have liked to come hang out with everyone. You felt a pang of sadness in your chest. He had been kidnapped when he was so young, had he even gotten the chance to be with his friends like this?

You internally frowned. You knew to some extent what it felt like to be isolated, after your ex had taken you out west, where you were from originally, for a job opportunity soon after you became pregnant. He wouldn’t allow you to take a job or go out because he refused to watch your son, then would go out and do whatever he wanted after work every day. That had been miserable enough, you couldn't imagine decades of mostly isolation. It must have been unbearable.

Shizune waved a hand in front of your face. “You good? Where’d you go?”

“Sorry, just got lost in thought,”

You took another sip of your drink and willed yourself to pay attention to her words. She was complaining about the increased workload at the hospital, and how exhausted it made her.

She ranted for a good twenty minutes while you finished your drink and nodded along. Between your thoughts and her complaining, you were starting to feel really down. At the first opportunity, you slipped away to the kitchen. The tequila hit you while you were walking, making your brain fuzzy.

You set your cup down in the sink and sighed. You weren’t having as much fun as you thought you were going to have.

A frown made its way onto your face. Ever since coming home, you had tried to go out on your weekends without your son, but they had all ended disappointingly. You were wondering at this point if it would be better just to stay home. You didn’t have the extra energy to party anymore anyway.

“Hey,” a voice said from behind you.

You didn’t have to turn to know it was Kakashi. You managed a half smile when you faced him. He wasn’t fooled, and a look of concern came over his visible features.

“What’s wrong?”

You wanted to lie and tell him nothing was wrong, but the alcohol made you loose-lipped. “I’m wondering if coming here was the wrong move,”

Kakashi frowned. “Did something happen? You seemed excited earlier,”

You shrugged. "I’m just not really vibin’, I guess. And I’m tired.”

You caught a flicker of disappointment in his eyes. “Okay, do you want me to walk you home?”

You shook your head. “Thanks though. Will you say goodbye to Genma for me? I don’t want to cause trouble by going up to him with his girlfriend right there,”

“Yeah, of course. Not a problem,”

“Thanks,”

You left without another word, and jumped between the rooftops home. It was a much more effective mode of travel, and you were happy to reach your door within minutes.

A sort of melancholy washed over you when you stepped through your front door into your empty home. Without turning any lights on, you shuffled to the kitchen and took some painkillers in preparation for the next day's headache. You completely downed that glass of water and filled the cup again. You took it with you to your bedroom and set it on the bedside table. It was your last action of the night before crawling into bed and falling asleep.

Waking with the first light of day, you felt the headache you had anticipated the night before. Tequila never sat well with you, no matter the amount. It wasn’t as bad as it could have been, so you got up for more painkillers and brought them back to your room where you took them and went back to sleep.

The next time you woke it was late morning. You rolled onto your back and stared at the white ceiling; energy and motivation near nil. Youo knew you would have to check your phone soon, based on the brightness of the light, to respond to Hikaru’s father. You were sure to have at least one missed call by now.

Slowly, you felt around for the phone in the bedsheets. You found it and tapped on the screen, seeing you had a few texts and one missed call. You stared blankly until the lock screen went dark, then turned it back on and unlocked it.

There was a text from Toma stating that he would take Hikaru to school Monday since you were, “so busy with the Hokage,”

You replied with a simple, ‘Okay’ and rolled over to plug the phone in. You figured you should probably shower. Whatever other messages you had could wait until later, when you hopefully felt refreshed. However, you shut your eyes briefly, and accidentally fell back asleep.

It was midday the next time you woke. Usually, that would have you flying out of bed and rushing to start your day, but that mild panic never struck you. Instead, you just let out a heavy sigh.

You jerkily climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom. You turned the shower on and stripped down. The water was quick to turn hot and you stepped under the spray. You stayed under, lost in thought until the water started turning cold.

You wrapped yourself into your fluffy towel and went to sit on the side of your bed. You picked up your phone and looked to see what other messages you had missed.

One was from your grandma, who was asking for pictures of her great grandbaby. Another was from your dad, who periodically checked in on you over text since he lived in a small civilian village a couple days walk away. The last was from Kakashi.

K: Sorry about the voicemail

With your interest piqued, you went to your voicemail and clicked on the latest one. There was some background chatter interrupted by a loud, drunken voice.

“Kakashi, gimme the phone!”

There was a muffled noise and then the voice got louder; you assumed they were now speaking against the receiver.

“Heeeeyyyy. Why’d ya leave w’thout sayin’ goodbye?! I missed ya so much when you were gone, y’know? An’ Kakashi won’ gimme your new number ‘cause he jus’ wants ya aaaallll to himself an’-”

In unison, Kakashi and a female’s voice said, “Genma!”

There was some commotion, and some angry shouting from a woman that you couldn’t quite make out before the message cut out.

You wondered how he had convinced Kakashi to leave you a message in the first place when he was obviously so drunk. Some guilt seeped into you the more you thought about his words. The only reason he didn’t have your number was because your ex had made you delete and block any male contact you had besides your family a few months into your pregnancy. That had been one of your more explosive fights, but you ultimately gave in to preserve the relationship.

You sighed and opened up Kakashi’s messages.

Y: You can give him my number if his gf didn’t kill him after that

Kakashi didn’t respond until hours later, when you were curled up in bed with a book you had decided almost immediately to lend to Obito once you were finished. It was only a thumbs up, so you continued devouring the book without having to respond. It was sort of a psychology of the self type thing, and you found it incredibly interesting. You figured it might be a nice change over the lengthy novel you had lent him for the weekend.

By late afternoon, your eyes stung and the words started blurring together. You finally gave up and took a break with the rumbling of your stomach. You made yourself a snack before once again retreating to your bedroom.

You didn’t have the mental capacity to do much else. Another disappointment from an attempt at going out drained you more than you were willing to admit. So, you ended your day by finishing your book and going to bed early.

You dressed more casually for work than the previous week and gathered Obito’s new things. You sealed them away for your travel and made one stop before heading to his home.

You hadn’t gotten your first paycheck yet, but for your own sake, you needed to pick these up. You browsed only shortly, picking out a tall lamp for the living room and one for his bedroom. You couldn’t stand having the overhead lights on; they were overly bright and cast harsh light on everything, making it feel unwelcoming. With the cloudy day and your mood to match, you needed some soft, warm light. Besides, you were sure Obito would appreciate it more for his reading.

On your way towards checkout with the lamps and bulbs, you spotted the cutest set of mushroom storage containers you had ever seen. You stopped to look at them, but told yourself you already had containers and to just walk away.

Then you realized that even if you had them, Obito didn’t, and wouldn’t it be so nice to own some that were so cute? Being unusually impulsive, you snatched up the set and bought your items.

You arrived at the clearing right on time, and felt the pleasant woosh as you stepped through the barrier. It was starting to look like it was going to rain, the clouds were darkening quickly. When you were almost to the door, you stopped. You inhaled the scent, letting the calm before the storm wash over you while closing your eyes.

The front door burst open, and your eyelids shot up. Obito stood in the doorway, looking at once stressed, and then deflating with relief. You waited for him to speak while you studied his expression. He looked more tired than how you had left him, with red rings around his eyes like he had been recently crying.

“Good morning,” the words came out in a rush of air as he let out a deeply relieved sigh.

The way he looked at you reminded you of your conversation with Kakashi. Softly, you replied, “Good morning,”

He stepped back a bit and held the door open for you. You quickly made your way through and thanked him for holding it. He only nodded and followed closely behind you to the kitchen. Instead of feeling discomfort, you welcomed his presence. Something about that conversation had awoken your intense care-instinct.

When you took out your scroll and placed it on the counter, you noticed how his eyes followed your every movement. You unrolled the scroll on the floor next to the counter (which was still as clean as you had left it) and made the signs to open it.

You observed Obito’s reaction as everything poofed into existence. His brows wrinkled in confusion. He opened his mouth and closed it twice before finally asking, “What’s all this?”

“I put in a formal complaint so I could get you new stuff,” You waved a hand over the pile.

For a long moment, he said nothing. You watched his intense dark eyes get teary and a light blush caressed his cheeks soon after. Averting his gaze, he fidgeted with his fingers and shakily said, “This is - this is really nice, thanks,”

Your heart hurt from his reaction. You wanted to pull him into a hug; tell him you would give him all the kindness he deserved. And your newfound reaction didn't surprise you. You had always been this way; the second you decided someone truly needed your care, that instinct went into overdrive. You smiled at him and reached out to lightly grasp the back of his upper arm.

“Of course, there’s plenty more to come,”

You let go and went to the pile where you started to separate everything so he could blink back his tears in peace. You heard him sniffle as you gathered up the blankets and towels and headed for the washer. You threw in a load of sheets and started it up before heading back into the kitchen.

Obito was standing next to the counter, holding the new red and white mushroom containers. There was a small smile on his face as he inspected them. He looked up as you approached.

“What are these?”

“Containers for flour, sugar, and brown sugar. I thought they were too cute not to buy… Besides, this place could use a little more character, don’t you think?”

He gave a little nod of agreement and placed them in a row on the counter against the wall. You put the new pans and tupperware in and around the sink to wash after breakfast and got started. Obito leaned against the counter while you worked. You noticed that his body moved minutely in whichever direction you were going when you stepped away from your spot.

“How was your weekend?” He asked.

Without breaking from your task you responded, “Uh, it was good, I guess. Besides the shopping, I got to see an old friend, so that was good,”

“Oh,” you looked at him. “And I read this book I think you’ll like. I brought it with me. It’s in my bag if you want to check it out,”

He slowly pushed himself off the counter and went to retrieve it. He was more interested in watching you than reading, but he'd bite. While he was pulling it out he paused. Your phone, which was on silent, was ringing and he curiously picked it up.

“Hey, you’re getting a call,”

Surprised, you looked behind you where he was holding it. “Who is it?”

“I don’t know, it’s just a number,”

You wiped your hands off on your pants, concerned it might be Hikaru’s school calling or something. You put your hand out, but the call ended right as he handed it to you.

Almost immediately, you got a message notification on the lock screen. You unlocked it and saw it was from the unknown number. Frowning, you clicked on it.

Unknown: Hey sorry for the drunk voicemail

Unknown: Kakashi just gave me ur number

Unknown: This is Genma btw

Your frown became a grin and you flicked your eyes up to Obito, who was watching you curiously. In response to his silent question, you said, “It’s the old friend I was talking about,”

He nodded, curiosity not quite sated. You hovered your thumbs over the keyboard, thinking of a response, when a sudden realization hit you. You looked back up at Obito and said, “It’s Genma, actually. I forgot you went to the academy with him for a second there,”

You completely missed the beginnings of a scowl as you typed out:

Np. I could tell you were drunk af lol

You saved his number and turned the screen off. You bypassed Obito and put your phone back in your bag. He was trying very hard to keep a neutral expression when he asked, "So, how do you know Genma?"

"Oh, you know. We were assigned a mission together and just clicked. That was years and years ago, when he was still a chunin."

You chuckled to yourself. "We used to train a lot together... You know, he used to spit those poisoned senbons at me to make sure I actually took it seriously?"

You wore a highly amused expression, eyes slightly unfocused as you recalled your memories. Obito didn't know what to say, so he just pulled a face that said you were insane and left it at that.

The longer you were there, the more exhausted Obito became. He had been unable to sleep over the weekend; the noise in his head was louder than a hurricane. A large part of him had decided that you wouldn’t be back Monday morning, that you hated him, and that he would be left alone once again. That sentiment played over and over in his anxiety-addled brain.

Despite his mind assuming the worst, he desperately wanted you to come back. Every fiber in his being wanted you there; wanted your company. Even if it was solely on a professional level, he needed someone's presence for his own sanity.

He watched you bustle about from his spot on the sagging couch. He had attempted picking up the new book, but his eyes wouldn’t focus, so he gave up after only a few minutes. Your increasingly blurry figure rocked back and forth as you took dishes from the drying rack and put them away.

Suddenly, you turned and asked, “Are you listening?”

His heavy eyelids blinked slowly and he shook his head. You tilted your own head, studying him while he tried to refocus on you. You approached and stood in front of him, leaning slightly over his slumped form.

In a soft, hushed tone you asked, “Did you sleep at all this weekend?”

“Not really,” he managed with a heavy tongue.

“Your blankets are done, why don’t you go lie down?”

He shook his head. He wanted to stay awake with you. At the very least stay in the same space.

“Obito,”

The sound of his name on your tongue was lovely. When did you start saying it like that? You held out a hand to him and he just looked at it, his tired brain unable to comprehend the gesture

Unrelenting, you brushed your fingers across his forearm until you got to his hand. You gripped it firmly and tugged just enough for him to get the hint. Flames licked everywhere your fingers had trailed. It woke him just enough to follow your command. Slowly, he peeled himself off the couch. You helped him stand before dropping his hand.

He dragged his feet all the way to his room, and couldn’t even appreciate the freshly made bed and blankets with how blurred his sight was becoming. He absently noted that you pulled back the comforter for him, and then he was face down in the bed, asleep.

You gently pulled the covers over him. You started walking to the door, but stopped halfway. You turned around and stood over him, letting your fingers gather the green glow of chakra. You pressed your fore and middle finger against his temple.

As a shinobi, you knew intimately how terrifying dreams could be, and you had no desire to hear the effects of his while you were present. You pulled your hand back and watched him sigh deeply from his nose. With your medical ninjutsu, you provided him with a dreamless sleep, and left him be.

Part VII

#x y/n #naruto #au #obito uchiha #kakashi #obito uchiha x reader #Obito x reader #x reader #obito lives au

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depressedhatakekakashi · 6 months

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-throws toilet paper- wait.. thats not how this is supposed to go, sorry im foreign uhm... trick or treat

*throws toilet paper back at you* trying to TP my house or something? 🤣🤣🤣

Treat for the amazing person!

“Candy!” Obito threw his arms up into the air, sending treats flying in every direction. “So much candy!”

Kakashi shook his head while Rin tried her best to hide her laughter behind her own bucket of well earned candy.

Meanwhile, Minato stared at the mess his student had made and sighed. “How much have you had, Obito?”

“Not enough!” The Uchiha insisted, already digging his hands into his bucket to locate another chocolate bar.

“We might have gone a bit too far,” Rin giggled. “Maybe we should have stopped half way through?”

Kakashi scuffed. “Just because Obito can’t control himself doesn’t mean we should stop.”

“But-“

“The point of Halloween is to get as much candy as possible, isn’t it?”

“Well, yes, but-“

“And that’s what we did. We got candy from every single house in Konoha. If Obito makes himself sick on it that’s his problem.”

Eyeing his youngest student, Minato sighed. There was only one reason he could think of that Kakashi, a kid who hated sweets, would take a sweet filled holiday so seriously.

“Omg,” Rin fell over, clutching her arms around her ribs as she laughed. “You dork!”

“Dork?” Obito looked up from his bucket. “I’m not a dork! I’m the coolest shinobi on all of Konoha!”

Kakashi simply shook his head. “One: no you’re not. Two: she was calling ME a dork.”

Obito stared at Kakashi intently, not a single thought in his mind judging by the blank look Minato could see in his eyes.

Knowing that his student wasn’t going to understand the situation without a little bit of help, Minato sighed. “Gai challenged you to see who could get more candy, didn’t he?”

“He did,” Kakashi confirmed “and,” lifting his bucket up he showed it off to everyone, but pulled it back just before Obito could snatch a candy bar off of it “and there’s no way i didn’t win.”

“You- i-“ slapping a hand over his face, he sighed. There was one student on the road to a sugar crash, and another student who took his challenges way too seriously.

At least he had Rin. She was normal.

“I bet Gai’s still trick or treating,” Rin said with a thoughtful expression. “And i think i have a second costume at home. If we change quickly.”

Obito scrambled to his feet. “I’m going to be a dog this time!” He cheered as he made a beeline straight for his house.

“I guess i could change,” Kakashi grumbled while picking at the pieces of straw sticking out of his shirt. A perfect little scarecrow costume. “Oh! I have the perfect idea.”

And with that, he was gone leaving Minato standing there with a smiling Rin.

“Why?” He asked, the exhaustion from a long night of trick or treating beginning to set in.

“Name one time you’ve seen Kakashi have so much fun,” Rin grinned. “You can’t.”

The truth had never wounded him so much. Not just because Rin was right, but because her being right meant he had another hour of walking around ahead of him when all he wanted to do was go back to Kushina’s and cuddle up with her.

“Oh, and Sensei,” Rin called out to him as she set her bucket down beside Obito’s discarded candy. “We could use an extra bag to carry all this candy.”

#team Minato #Nohara Rin #Hatake Kakashi #Uchiha Obito #Namikaze Minato #Team shenannigans #Ficlet #Happy Halloween

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goldfishlover73 · 8 days

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4, 5, 10, 13, 14, 15 for the fanfic ask game 💕

4.How do you channel characters' voices and personalities? A lot of self reflection. Lol Writing fanfiction is a double edge sword for this one. The voices and personalities are right there. They already have a voice and personality. It makes it really easy. But at the same time, as a fanfic writer, you have a lot of liberties with that. You get a lot of writers that do not make the characters anything like they are in canon and depending on the writing, it works. Particularly in AUs. Especially in non canon ships. Because, lets be frank, in canon Kakashi wouldn't touch Sakura with a ten foot pole like that. But that's also not why we're here. I do not always write my characters the way the initially were portrayed, but I do my best to at least stay within bubble of realism. Lots of 'What would Kakashi do?' or 'Would Sakura really do that?' This usually comes in the editing process. I would advise you to that while writing. Don't want to get into the revising of a long fic and realize that what you've written does not match Kakashi's personality at all and have to rewrite motivations. *cries in fanfic* 5. What techniques do you use to create believable dialogue? Similar to above, a lot of 'what would Kakashi say' or 'What would Sakura say' I've been writing a lot more Gai recently and creating believable dialogue with him has been challenging, but in a fun way. He's very boisterous and very animated and has a very interesting manner of speaking at times. Finding the right words is important.

TLDR: just being mindful of the character's head I'm in.

Also! when I write dialogue, I try my best to have them not just standing in the ether talking to one another with their hands at their sides. No one talks like that. I try to stay away from just saying 'he said/she said' and say 'he rubs the back of his neck' or 'she presses her lips together and looks away' or if they are walking and talking have them looking around and noticing the stuff around them (even if it is the person next to them.) Using the characters quirks and mannerisms helps build out a talky-talky scene.

10.What's your favorite part about the fic writing process? Coming up with the idea and the brain storming in my head. The day dreaming. Then writing, which is the second worst part. Then revising is the bane of my existence.

13.What's the most challenging aspect of writing fanfiction for you? Besides the fact I tend to switch tenses? Which is more of a writing thing than fanfic thing... it's characterization. Hands down. I would like to create a piece of work where there is no time where the person pauses and goes 'that character wouldn't do/say that' (unless it's, you know, a driving force behind the story. Like that's the plot or the relationship). I want Kakashi to be Kakashi. I want Sakura to be Sakura. For better or worse. Flaws and all. Because playing with flaws is very fun. 14.How do you go about researching details or canon information? Naruto Wiki. It's hard because it's been a hot minute since I've read Naruto and to recall what is canon and what is filler is a bit mind reeling. I say that and recognize I do pick and choose what I pull from filler. Like Friend-Killer Kakashi. 15.Do you plan your fics or prefer to let the story unfold as you write? I do both. Usually my first write through is half a story and half outline. The second go through is where I expand on ideas and then start narrowing things down. Then some ideas take hold and I run with it. That's one of the nice things about waiting until you're done writing the whole thing before you post because you can find a great idea at the end of a piece and go back and add layers in at the beginning and no one is the wiser.

Sorry this is really wordy and long, hopefully I answered your questions!

#kakasaku #ask #lots of talky-talky #sorry about that #anyways #probably not #fanfiction #hatake kakashi

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bougiebutchbitch · 2 years

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Okay so I saw this summary from a fic from another fandom, and just couldn't help but think of obikaka:

“Before you scream, I’m just gonna go ahead and tell you that I have the rest of your family tied up in the other room, so maybe don’t.” The man’s voice had him blinking awake. Which was concerning. There were actually a number of concerning things right now. Not least of which being the stranger in black jeans and hoodie sitting beside his bed staring at him with a knife in his hand. Then, of course, his brain caught up to what was said.

“I live alone,” he mumbled, dumbly.

The man frown and his eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. “You live a- then who were all those people walking around your apartment?”

So Kakashi waking up to Obito threatening him, having tyed up other Ninja trying to kidnap or hurt Kakashi. Or maybe it's just his cute little gening that broke in to sleep at his place.

oh my god khjdsdgfzdfhjsdftkjfdtkj

Okay but imagine Obito stalking Kakashi on his off days, sort-of like in canon. He gets off on seeing how fucked up his life is, but also desperately doesn’t want him to die (because he wants Kakashi to see the new world he's building, and even if a tiny part thinks Kakashi deserves this suffering, he knows deep down it isn't his fault).

One night he's Tobi-ing around Kakashi's crappy little studio in the middle of the night, as you do when you're an undercover criminal boss and you're bored of hanging out with your loco evil flatmates. Kakashi's flat-out, exhausted after a solo S-rank, sleeping it off. He's sleeping so heavily he doesn't even notice the door to his appartment swing open.

What’s this? An assassin? Someone dares think they can take Kakashi from him?

Anyway, that's how Obito, three years too early, long before he ever intended to make an appearance, winds up pinning Konoha's jinchuuriki to the floor with a knife at his throat.

Kakashi lurches awake at Naruto's scream. Then EVERYTHING dissolves into chaos, because SENSEI DO YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND OVER? YOU DIDN'T TELL ME???? I COULDN'T SLEEP AGAIN SO I CAME OVER LIKE YOU SAID I COULD BUT NOW THERE'S A RANDOM DUDE IN YOUR BEDROOM????

Meanwhile Kakashi is freaking the everloving FUCK out because who is this man and why is he in his house and how did he get past his wards and oh god there is a BLADE at Naruto's NECK

He's slowly drawing his own emergency under-the-pillow kunai, glare fixed on the intruder. "Don't worry, Naruto. I won't let him hurt you."

And Obito, panicking to hell and back, blurts in Tobi's voice: "Haha why would Tobi hurt him? Sorry Naruto, Tobi didn't realise it was you!" He stands up and tucks his knife away, tilting his mask like he's smiling behind it (he absolutely is not.) "Naruto's right! Tobi is Kakashi-kun's boyfriend!"

Naruto immediately is all smiles, hopping to his feet and sizing Tobi up. "Oh, awesome! Hey, nice to meet you! Kakashi-Sensei's a weird old loser, but it's good that someone likes him, y'know?"

Meanwhile Kakashi is screaming get the fuck away from this creep in his head, but Tobi's body-language has switched to entirely non-threatening, and right now, his tired brain can only process that Naruto is here and this stranger is obviously dangerous. So long as he's not actively looking to hurt Naruto, that's a good thing.

"Yeah," he says, staring the guy down. "He's my boyfriend. And sorry, Naruto, but we'd like some privacy." He needs the kid out of here and far away, now. "Can you go to Gai's house? Or Iruka's?" He knows neither of them will complain about a little blonde ball of hyperactivity showing up in the middle of the night. At least, not much.

"Sure, sure!" Naruto shoots him a cheesy wink. "Have fun with your boyfriend, Sensei."

Then he's gone, ambling out the door like he didn't almost get his throat slit. He'll tell the others and they'll tell everyone, and probably tease Kakashi about this for the rest of forever, but that's the least of his worries. As soon as the door shuts behind Naruto, the kunai is out, brandished on a clear throwing line to the mystery man's vitals.

"Who," growls Kakashi, "the fuck, are you."

To which Obito (still panicking, but unable to resist the opportunity to fuck with him) lets just a teeny hint of his own deep, menacing voice infiltrate Tobi's tone, as he clasps his hands and wiggles back and forth. "Oh, but didn't you already say to Naruto, Kakashi-kun? Tobi's your boyfriend!"

He vanishes into kamui, the kunai striking the wall where he just stood.

And... scene.

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lemony-snickers · 1 year

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chapter sixteen >>> part fifteen here. hi hello. it is the smut that most of y'all probably were waiting for the rest of this too-long fic. at least i thought so but tbh the chapter before this got way more comments on ao3 than this one so what do i even know? lol

Title: Helping Hands (part 16 of 17) (AO3 Link Here) Chapter Summary: Distance makes the heart grow louder. Chapter Word Count: 12,188 (oops) Chapter Warnings: fem!MC, smut, cunnilingus, vaginal sex .

No one called him Lord Kakashi in Konoha, nor on the journey toward it. It was always Kakashi-san or Kakashi-senpai or even, occasionally, Hatake-sama if it were some bootlicking naval recruit who’d not yet made rank and insisted on prostrating himself before such a decorated Commander.

None of the titles sounded right; none of them were the one he most wanted to hear. None of them were spoken in the voice he truly wished they were.

“Kakashi!”

Gai, at least, could be relied upon to call him only by his name, to be absolute and unchanging no matter where in the world they met each other. Last time at the Hatake Estate and now at the Maito homestead, where Gai rolled out to meet him at the front gate.

Kakashi beamed at his old friend as he approached, embraced him even though he rather preferred not to.

“Congratulations, Gai,” he said, meaning it with every part of himself.

When Gai peered around him, a confused look pinching his face together, Kakashi turned, assuming some strange thing was happening behind him. But there was nothing.

“Where is she?” Gai asked.

And Kakashi turned toward his old friend, a perfect mask of neutrality already in place.

“I’m not sure who you mean,” he said, clasping his hands behind his back to disguise the way they flinched and trembled.

Gai only glared, the burning irritation in his belly worse than the last time he’d eaten poor fish on an empty stomach. “You know well who I mean,” he asserted loudly, “and it is more than a shame you did not bring her with you as I intended.”

He turned his wheelchair then, and began rolling away. “Come on, I am angry, but there is much to do, regardless of your stupidity.”

Kakashi took his chastisement in stride, part of him rather gleeful that Gai was not pulling any punches. He gathered his travel bag and Pakkun in his arms to follow the groom to be, listening to his chatter about all the ceremony preparations yet to be completed. Lord Kakashi ignored the stifling compression he felt in his chest when he turned and there was no one walking beside him.

It was a feeling of disappointment he would become intimately familiar with during his visit.

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#lemony smutters #🍋 mix and match #kakashi hatake #kakashi smut #kakashi x reader #fem!reader #historical au clusterfuck #this isn't new! i'm just catching up on things i posted to ao3 during my tumblr hibernation!

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imaginativeamateur · 3 years

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[Kakashi Hatake X Reader] The Bracelet

Pairing: Kakashi Hatake x fem!Reader

Note: This one has been in my Queue list for so long and I kept pushing it to later dates. But I thought I should just publish it today and not have to worry about rescheduling later :D Hope you’ll enjoy!

Konoha was having the annual Spring Festival…

You glanced around the area, once, twice, and sighed. Kurenai was long gone with Asuma to join their students at a game show. Anko was also off to somewhere else. Gai was, of course, performing enthusiastically on stage with his team. The Genma and Iruka’s bunch was occupied with their own booths, hosting different activities for the children. The only people free during the period were you and the Copy Ninja.

Actually, you two were not free. Kakashi was leaning against a tree, his focus fixed on Icha Icha. And your mind was busied with the reward offered at Shizune’s booth. It was a bracelet, similar to the one your mother gave you before she passed away, the one that you lost after the Third Shinobi War. Looking at it from afar brought old memories back to you as you smiled to assuage the agony, it was a long time ago. You sighed and looked at the Copy Ninja again before turning your attention back to Shizune. And her booth happened to be called “Couple’s Obstacle Course”.

You hesitantly approached the silver-haired and looked away several times before speaking up, “Hey, Kakashi.”

He peered up from his book, “Hey Y/N, not joining the festival?”

“Well, I’m planning to,” you stuttered, “but I need your help. Just for a while.”

“I see,” Kakashi straightened his back and put his book away, “how can I help you?”

You pointed to where Shizune was standing, and his visible eye squinted to read the booth’s name. Kakashi then turned and stared at your face. You grew redder under the intensity, and you felt you were turning into jelly. You should have waited for your friend to return instead of asking Kakashi. He would never do something like this, so embarrassing. Especially when the man happened to be your ultimate crush.

“If you don’t want to,” you nervously laughed, “it’s fine—,”

“No,” he quickly interrupted, “I have nothing to do anyway, and the booth seems interesting.”

You exhaled in relief and gave him a big grin as you walked toward the station, “Thanks, Kakashi.”

“Oh hi, Y/N and Kakashi,” Shizune beamed when it was your turn, “never thought that our Y/N would get the Copy Ninja to involve himself in anything besides Icha Icha.”

You slightly chuckled but the curve on your lips suddenly fell at Shizune’s instructions, “Since it’s a couple’s activity, you guys need to show me that you are actually a couple.”

Nice. Your brows twitched as you turned to face Kakashi. But he just shrugged it off with a casual demeanor and slipped your hand in his, “What are the activities?”

The amused smirk on Shizune’s face deepened, “Good. There are three obstacles total that will tire you both physically and mentally. You will be competing with another couple.”

You had successfully stopped yourself from turning into a puddle and concentrated on the surroundings, reminding yourself to breathe, “Who are we competing with?”

“Us!” Kurenai appeared behind the stall with Asuma beside her.

You inwardly cursed. These two’s compatibility was on a different level. And as you looked at Kakashi, you could not help but sigh. How could two people, considered dead with their love lives, win another two that were in a relationship for years? But opposed to your concerning status, Kakashi looked rather composed and reserved.

“The first round will be a push-up challenge. Two people take turns to do as many push-ups as possible,” Shizune pointed her finger at the instruction board, “in five minutes.”

Four of you nodded. She continued, “The next round is quite simple. I will ask a question, and you need to write your answer on your own board. You will get one point if your answers are similar. This is to test your compatibility.”

You sweated, the bracelet now seemed out of your reach. Shizune smiled, “And the last round is Memory Matching.”

The order was determined by flipping a coin, and Kurenai and Asuma ended up having to go first. You were totally focused on their performance while the silver-haired Ninja focused on everything except your opponents. You were so immersed in analyzing their strategies that you had long forgotten that your hand was still resting in his. But the situation at Shizune’s was not so peaceful. She somehow managed to have the Godaime come, and they were pointing at you and Kakashi, snickering with smug faces. When you realized what was happening, it was too late. You hastily pulled your hand from his, and a blush crept onto your face. What a rough start.

“It’s your turn!” You heard Shizune called. Taking a big inhale with determination, you pulled Kakashi through the crowd.

The first round was not hard since you both were in a good shape. Luckily, you beat Kurenai and Asuma by merely two push-ups, panting heavily after the timer went off. The one you utterly feared was the second round.

“The first question is, ‘How many ninkens does Kakashi usually summon?’ You have five seconds!”

You smirked, this one you knew. The answer was Eight. Passed.

“How many pairs of shoes does Y/N own?” Shizune’s voice rang. And soon after, the buzzer for getting the wrong answer played its tune.

Your body gradually tensed because you two were so close to losing. Kurenai’s team only got two out of ten wrong, and you already got two out of five incorrect. Kakashi was starting to show a hint of uneasiness, too, gritting his teeth and narrowing his eye. After a while, both your bodies slid from the chairs as Kurenai cheered from the crowd, hugging Asuma beside. You lost, but it was reasonable. In fact, you two only got five out of ten wrong, which was exceptionally better than what you expected. You took a glance at the silver-haired Ninja as he stood up and fixed his green vest, Shizune shouted, “Ready for the next round?”

You did not realize a big crowd had gathered around the booth at this time, cheering, and you gulped down your agitation. Kakashi turned and insisted, “You really want to win this game?”

This was the last round end the competition. It was currently a draw, whoever won the final round would win the reward. The bracelet. You nodded and realized what he was going to do. Kakashi lifted his headband to reveal his crimson Sharingan and both of you smirked. That was it.

With his Sharingan activated, the Copy Ninja easily matched the cards within mere seconds, earning you two the victory you desired. You eagerly approached Shizune at the table to retrieve the bracelet, but the Medic darkly smiled, pointing to the board, “Congratulations, Y/N and Kakashi. Don’t forget the final step to claim your reward.”

You ogled at the board, the phrase “With a true kiss, you will have our limited bracelet” was being registered into your mind. No, this was not initially on the board. You turned to look at Kurenai, but she instead, gave you an approving nod, “You two really suit each other.”

No way. You opened your mouth to reject the offer before leaving, but Kakashi was faster, “A kiss and Y/N will have the bracelet?”

“Of course,” Shizune stated, “be fast so I can get the next couples to join.”

His words were lightning to your ears. You turned to face him with unbelievable eyes and jolted when his face was inches away from the tip of your nose. Kakashi’s covered lips slightly brushed against yours, and you swore you could feel the soft texture underneath the fabric. The crowd broke into squeals, and Shizune screamed in excitement, with Tsunade popping in from behind. The Godaime had to rub her eyes several times to catch what was going on. Kakashi quickly stood up, took the bracelet from the table, and dragged your stiff body away from the booth.

He eventually stopped when you both reached a more secluded area. You stuttered, not able to form words as he gently lifted your hand to clasp the bracelet around your wrist. You stared at his face, then to the bracelet, “Thank you. You didn’t need to do the last step, it wasn’t on the instruct—,”

“I know,” he cut you off, and you peered at him in bewilderment. He continued, “I was aware that it was not included. Tsunade added it in later when no one was noticing.”

“Then why did—,”

He pulled you into his arms and quickly removed his mask, pressing his lips on yours. Your eyes widened at his action but soon gave in to enjoy the warmth he brought as his arms reached around your waist to force yourself closer to his chest, “You got your reward, now, I need to get mine.”

From now on, there would be another piece of memory to reminisce whenever you saw the bracelet.

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sup-hoes-its-me · 3 years

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Skinny Love (Kakashi x Reader)

A/N: hello again. I'm in love with Kakashi this mans makes me heart go wild I swear. Hope you like seeing him on ur dash lol. Shy reader who is too afraid to confess how she feels to Kakashi. This is only part one and is essentially just fluff. The second part will be all angst and sadness so beware.

Ps. It took me so long to get this one done. I was struggling to find the right words.

Word count: 4000

"Come on, sensei. You like him," Sakura laughed, poking her superior in the arm. The group of women stood outside the training grounds after a day of hanging out and working on their jutsu. On occasion Y/N enjoyed taking the girls out and spending time with them. It was a relief to be away from all that testosterone. If only for a short time.

She just shook her head, smothering down the embarrassment she felt creeping up her neck. Her stomach churned whenever she recognized her feelings for the man. It was just so intense. "I would never feel that way about a coworker, you know that, Sakura."

"But he's not just a coworker to you, is he? He's also your close friend," Ino hummed.

"Perhaps, but haven't I taught you that it's bad to let emotions get in the way of work?"

The blond rolled her eyes, turning to fully face one of her sensei, who she would argue was deeply in denial. "Seriously why does it even matter? Kurenai-sensei and Asuma-sensei literally had a baby together. You should definitely tell Kakashi you like him."

Y/N tossed her head back against the wall, sighing. "Girls, I really don't like him. He's just my friend. He's nice to me and I appreciate that, but that doesn't mean I want to date him or anything." Her voice shook and clearly she had been caught.

She was always so bad at lying.

"Whatever you say, Y/N."

"It's just something I'd rather not dwell on, Sakura. I'm sorry for being so private about it, but it's a sensitive subject for me," the woman confessed, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly.

"It's okay! You don't have to apologize. We get it! Feelings can definitely be complicated."

"I-I," she started, about to explain herself, but instead she rethought what she was about to say. There was no reason to actually reveal how she felt about the man. These times were tough, and there wasn't any room for making things even more messy with relationship drama. Y/N was more than happy just pretending they were friends and nothing more. As long as she had him just to talk to, she would be fine. As long as he always made it back alive, there was no reason to complain.

"You're right. Feelings are too complicated," she muttered, feeling herself practically deflate as she did so. Y/N was beginning to think she was just the one making everything complicated when it didn't have to be. Skipping around and lying about her feelings. Kakashi wouldn't ditch her if she just said something, she was sure of it.

Just as Sakura was about to reply, the voice of the man in question chimed in from down the path, "Y/N, we were looking for you."

"Yes, the third wheel to our tricycle of youth!"

Y/N felt a smile grow on her lips at the sounds of those voices, especially Gai's exclamation of youth. He was awfully weird, she thought, but that was what kept him so interesting. She turned to face the men walking in her direction. "Kakashi, Gai! What's up? The girls and I were just finishing our training."

"We're going out for drinks and thought you might like to join."

"Sounds great. It's been a long time since the three of us went out. For some reason we never have off at the same time anymore."

"Yeah, it's a shame. Missions have taken over our lives lately," Kakashi said tiredly. It was true. They really never had a second to rest. It was beginning to take its toll. Those were the consequences of war though. "How have you been?"

"Good, I, um..." she began, her eyes trailing up to Kakashi's. He watched back intently, patiently, and she felt something in her chest flutter up. He was always so handsome, she wondered how she could go so long without seeing his face. She just wanted to leap forward and give him a hug, wrap herself up in his warm arms for just a little while. That wasn't an option though, so she settled on some simple words. "I've missed you."

His eyes softened barely enough to be noticeable but she saw. Her heart continued to flutter up in her chest and she sighed, clutching her hands tighter behind her back. No doubt the girls standing just behind her were hyper-analyzing all their interactions, especially after revealing they held an interest in the pair's relationship.

He didn't have the chance to reply though, as Gai was the one to chime in. "Why thank you. I have to say, I've missed you as well, my kunoichi friend."

"Thanks, Gai." Even if the statement wasn't exactly pointed toward him, she was happy she had been missed.

"No problem! Now I hope you young ladies don't mind if we take L/N off your hands."

"No no. It's not a problem, Gai-sensei. I'm sure our moms want us home for dinner anyway. It's getting late after all."

"Yeah, we'll see you later, Y/N-sensei." The pink haired girl waved ss they started to make their way in the opposite direction toward town. Ino paused for a moment though.

"Don't forget what we talked about. You really shouldn't be so shy; it's gonna be okay," she said softly. Y/N sighed, nodding her head as if to say fine. In reality, she wouldn't do anything different. She wasn't feeling very open to changing herself or facing any of her fears. "See you around."

It was kinda sad that Y/N found comfort and support in a bunch of 15 year olds. She was an adult, couldn't she talk to other adults about her problems. These girls were just so accepting and she didn't feel awkward talking about immature things like crushes. Any other adult would just be too wrapped up in their own lives to care too much anyway.

"What was that about?"

"Nothing, Kakashi. We were just talking about random stuff. You know how curious they can be."

"You go out there and fight rogue shinobi every week. How could you be shy?" The green beast asked.

"It's really nothing. They're always assuming things about me. I'm reserved, but I wouldn't say I'm shy, per se…" She stopped to think for a quick second, tapping her foot on the ground. "Actually, I would say I'm just more conscious of the things I say and do than most other people. Not a bad thing at all."

Kakashi nodded. "It's good to keep a level head."

"Exactly. I'm Level headed. Thanks, Kakashi."

"Now let's head off to the bar! Sake for everyone!" Gai cheered, throwing his fist up in the air. She nodded, walking up beside the pair as they started off toward the restaurant of their choice, which she hoped was her favorite one with the tastiest fruit juice drinks. She was willing to put out good money to have one good, tispy night of drinks and snacking. It had already been weeks since she had a night off, one time wouldn't break the bank.

She stood to the right of them, just beside Kakashi. Every now and then she found herself drifting just a bit too close to him, her natural gait leaning toward the left. At one point, she found her hand skim dangerously close to his and she snatched it away to keep herself in check. Holding his hand perhaps was a dream of hers but she wasn't going to actually try anything.

It wasn't that she was afraid of Kakashi. Quite the opposite actually. She cared for him so deeply it sometimes made her stomach churn when she thought about it. He was her friend for ages, ever since she could really remember. He was one of the only people she could sit with and feel completely enveloped in a warm comfort, free of judgement and deceit. Gai as well, but Kakashi was different.

Maybe he could be a bit of pervert, and even sarcastic at times, but he was never rude. He had changed over the years from being a know-it-all, little jerk to someone everyone liked and admired, a kind and brave soul.

Unfortunately, it took bouts of death and loss to come about this change, but she wasn't going to ignore it. He was the best man she knew, and it only seemed natural she fell in love with him. He would probably never feel the same way. He had better things to worry about and other women to long for. He didn't have his entire life to wait around for a shy woman like herself. That was okay.

As long as he was alive and well, she would be happy.

Maybe one day she would gather the courage to grab his hand, to run her thumb over his knuckles and feel the callouses against her skin. Maybe one day she would have the courage to confess how she felt. Not now, but one day when she was comfortable.

"You okay?" He asked, pulling her out of her deepening thoughts. "You're walking really slow and uh, your hand…" The man motioned to where she was clutching her wrist against her chest.

"Yes, I'm fine. Just uh, my wrist is sore from training." She worked her hand in a circle, pretending to stretch it out. He rolled his visible eye, knowingly.

"Sure. Always skipping around the real issues."

"I'm really okay. I was just thinking hard about something."

"Anything to do with what you, Sakura, and Ino were talking about?" he suggested, raising a brow.

She groaned. He always knew what she was thinking. It was definitely one of his best and worst qualities depending on the situation. In this case, she felt awkward as she was so lost in thought about him. She felt like a fool. "Maybe it was. But that was girl time and now it's drinking time. Different topics of discussion."

"Well, mind telling me what's got you so caught up? It's gotta be important."

"It's personal."

"Ah, I see. Well, that's fine. When you want to talk about it, I'm always around."

There was silence for a moment, her thoughts running wild in her head. He was so kind, it wouldn't be bad to tell him how she felt. He would let her down easy, surely. And Gai would be there to cushion her embarrassment, no doubt. He would make things less awkward somehow. She was sure of it.

It was crazy. No way she would say anything. Definitely not.

"I'm interested in someone," Y/N found herself blurting out before she could stop herself. She just felt so much pressure building up in her chest and the only way she could relieve that feeling was to tell him something, anything about the predicament she was in. She wouldn't tell him exactly how she felt and about who, but she could vent.

Damn, all this and she didn't even have her first drink. That man really did something to her.

The men stopped in their path, their heads turning their attention solely to her. She felt her neck and cheeks begin to heat up and her palms start to sweat. Why would she say that? Dammit. She really was a fool.

"Really? Who?" Gai asked. "He'd be a fool to reject you, of course, beautiful flower of the leaf! You do not have to worry!"

"Gai...it's really not that simple. He is, um, out of my league, I guess you could say," she muttered nervously, rubbing her palms together to ease her anxiety. "He's just well, I don't know, the perfect guy ever."

She could feel Kakashi tense at her side, and her eyes scanned over him. He didn't look out of the ordinary but his energy had definitely changed. Strange.

"No one is out of your league, don't you dare say something like that! If he doesn't let you down easy, I will use my fists of justice to defend you! Tell me who this mystery man is."

"This is what Ino meant when she said you were being shy. You aren't going to tell him, are you?" Kakashi asked, and she noticed the bit of annoyance in his tone. She wondered if he was just upset she was talking about such silly things when they were ready to start drinking. She felt embarrassed. They were adults. Adults don't talk about this kind of thing. He doesn't want to hear about the guys she's interested in, or how she feels about them. Maybe Gai would be interested in it, but not a cool guy like Kakashi.

"Of course not. Like I said, he would just reject me anyway, there's no point," she told them. "And Gai, I can't just tell you who it is. You know you're a loud mouth; you'd go around telling everyone." She really didn't believe Gai would do that to her. He was far too conscious of others feelings for the most part. She just couldn't risk Kakashi knowing. She would keep it a secret from him.

"Oh come on! Just tell us! I'll help you out, be your wingman!"

"Maybe I'll tell you another time. When I'm more confident in myself."

"Well, what is it that has finally caught out dear friends heart in a web of love? Tell us!" Oh man. He really was nosy sometimes. He meant well, but occasionally he just didn't know when to stop. Kakashi kept his mouth shut because he understood she was getting uncomfortable, that or he was growing annoyed as she suspected.

Regardless, it was nice to get some of this off her chest, even if it was risky business.

"I don't really know. He's smart and considerate, and very brave. He's handsome as well, that's a plus," she smiled, listing off the things she liked about the man standing right in front of her. It felt so exhilarating, talking about her feeling so openly. It was terrifying and relieving at the same time. Y/N exhaled as she thought about him again, "He just makes me feel happy when I'm in my worst moments, that's all. I mean, what else could I ask for?"

"I see! He sounds like a good guy. Can't wait to meet him," he laughed until his eyes widened and he leaned in a bit closer to her face. He pointed his finger at his chest and questioned, "Unless of course, I already know him. It's not me, is it?

She found herself smiling just a little, her lips curving up at the absurdity of it all. "No definitely not. You don't have to worry about that."

"I'm wounded, but I understand. My youthfulness is just too strong for you."

As she thought of something to say, she began to question just why Kakashi hadn't said anything really at all. It was strange of him, letting the other man do all the talking when normally he asked her questions and at least tried to engage. Maybe he was feeling tired or bored with the conversation. She had to change the subject.

"So uh, let's get a move on before all the good booths are taken, yeah?"

"Actually, I'm getting tired. I think I'll just head home for the night, get ready for my mission in two days," the white haired jounin sighed. They both looked over to him, surprised, but Y/N knew why he needed to go. She had upset him somehow. So much for a fun night between the three of them.

"Kakashi, come on! Don't bail on us now!"

She took a step back and her eyes trailed up to his, which were narrowed, not angrily just as if he had been hurt or confused she couldn't tell which. "Oh, are you sure?" Her heart was sinking in her chest seeing him so conflicted.

"Yeah. Got a headache, too."

"Ah, okay. Well, I'll see you around sometime?"

"Yeah."

"Goodbye, rival. Hopefully you are feeling better tomorrow and we can have a real night of drinking indeed!"

And with that, he left to his apartment, leaving the other two behind. She felt her stomach begin to turn uncomfortably, sick from the thought of Kakashi just leaving them like that. He seemed so angry, she couldn't help but think it was all her fault. It wasn't in his nature to act that way.

They had already spent so much time apart already that it was tugging at her heart strings. She felt like they rarely saw each other anymore. For him to be angry at her and leave, that meant they would just see each other even less than before. It seemed like a nightmare come true. She really did miss him, like she had said. She missed the fun they would have together and the conversations they shared. She just missed him and there he went, gone off again without so much as a real goodbye.

The woman clutched at her stomach, feeling the tossing and turning overtake her sense with nausea.

Suddenly, before she could contain herself, tears began dripping down her cheeks, and she sucked in her breath. Hot tears warmed her cheeks, and frantically she wiped them away from her cheeks. Her arms wound around her waist and she hugged herself tightly inward, almost as if she would turn into a ball if she could.

"Y/N, what's wrong?! What happened?"

"It's Kakashi," she whispered, trying to keep herself from crying anymore but it only got worse.

"Kakashi? Because he left? It's okay, we can go drinking another night or-or you and I can just go alone. No problems," he tried to say but it wasn't going to work. She didn't want to go to dinner with Gai and she didn't want to wait until tomorrow, or whatever the next time they would all be together. She was being stupid and selfish, acting like a spoiled little baby with all this crying. She just couldn't stop herself.

"It's not that. There's something I haven't told anyone. I don't know what to do."

"It's gonna be fine whatever it is. Just calm down."

"No, I can't. It's so bad, Gai. I'm in love with him, it's him, and now he's mad at me and I don't know what I did wrong," she confessed, feeling all the words slipping out so easily. How is it that such strong emotions could just cause her to think so irrationally and just let something like this happen? A bout of confessing every feeling she had to her friend who may or may not go and relay all this information to Kakashi. It was stupid. She was just being stupid and reckless.

He nodded carefully, moving to take ahold of her shoulders to steady her. "It's gonna be okay. He's not mad at you, I promise. I know Kakashi and I'm sure he really was just feeling sick."

"Gai, I just...I don't want him to ever leave me, even over something stupid like this."

"Trust me, you don't have to worry about Kakashi leaving you. He would never do something like that. You are one of his closest friends. There's almost nothing you could do to make him do that, especially if you always have good intent at heart. Trust me, you really don't ever need to worry," Gai explained trying his best to reason with her. "You two do everything together. He never stops talking about you! He would never let you go."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am one hundred percent sure!"

"I-I need to go find him. I need to make sure he's not upset with me," she said as she pushed herself away from him. He waved to her as she started in the direction of Kakashi's apartment.

"Goodluck on your mission, Y/N, not that you'll need it."

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Kakashi was just about to enter his apartment when she dashed up the stairs and turned the corner, going so fast she nearly slid into the wall. His eyes widened when he saw her, and he froze in his spot, not turning the key to the door just yet. Her face was flush and chest heaved. He could tell she rushed on her way.

"Y/N, did you run all the way here?"

She stood, catching her breath after just having run all the way across town to find him. Her heart raced as she looked up at him, and she clutched at the railing of the stairs for support. "I wanted to say sorry for whatever I said to make you angry with me. I didn't know I was being insensitive."

"I told you I was sick," he replied, but she knew better. And he knew she did. He wasn't dumb. They knew each other better than that and there was no pretending.

"I could tell that was a lie. I know you were angry and I felt terrible."

"Were you just crying?"

She exclaimed back, holding a hand over her heart to maybe try and ease the racing heartbeat, "Maybe. What about it?! I was hurt that I'd offended my friend, isn't that tear-worthy?" She took a few more deep breaths through her mouth, letting the air fill her up and calm her down. "Why were you so upset?"

"It's not important."

"No, no. It's important to me!"

The man paused, thinking over his next words carefully. He very well knew the real reason he ran away from their conversation like a coward. He actually thought it was obvious. It wouldn't hurt for her to know. He sighed, "If you really want to know. It's because I was tired of hearing about your love life. It's not exactly an entertaining subject."

She knew it but admittedly she would be lying if she said she didn't feel her heart break a little at those words. He didn't care about her feelings enough to just sit there and listen to her talk for a couple minutes? Was she that annoying? So many thoughts ran through her head, and each one made her sad. "I just didn't want to go a whole night with Gai talking about it," he added. "It's nothing to do with you."

"I'm sorry. I really shouldn't have brought it up."

"It's fine," he brushed off her apology. "I'm the one who asked about it in the first place."

"Why- why wouldn't you want to hear me talk about other men? Why would that be a sore subject for you?" She asked, her curiosity spiking up through the roof. It was strange, the whole situation. He had never backed down from a personal chat before, only this time.

He felt like a deer caught in the headlights suddenly. How was he supposed to reply to that without blowing his cover. "I just don't like the whole romance thing."

But they both knew that was a lie. He read romance for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. But if he wanted to keep his secrets, she would let him. There was no need to pry. She just hoped he would trust her enough in the future to explain what he meant. Secretly, she wished that it was because he was jealous. That he didn't want to hear about another man because he wanted to be that guy, her lover. It was a wild thought, a hopeless theory meant to be thrown out, but she could fantasize.

"Kakashi, we're still good? As friends and all? You'll go out with me and Gai another time then?"

He nodded, his lips quirking up into just a tiny smile. It was characteristic for her mind to go straight to the worst case scenario. He replied, "Of course. Like I said, it's not that bad. Don't worry about it."

"Okay. I'm glad. I really thought I messed up this time."

"I don't think there's anything you could do to make me hate you," he sighed, leaning his shoulder against his door frame. "The day I let you go is the day I die, Y/N."

She smiled, closing her eyes and finally taking a relaxed breath. It was done. He wasn't angry at all. He still cared for her and everything else she could hope for. As long as they could remain friends, it was all gonna be okay. She laughed, "That's what Gai said. Should have listened to him, huh?"

The both nodded and suddenly they were enveloped in a peaceful silence for a while. She stared down at her feet and he watched her quietly, admiring the way she could be so miserably shy yet so adorable at the same time.

"Do you wanna go catch dinner? Or uh, just drinks like we originally planned, if you want," he asked, running his hand through his hair. Her eyes brightened at the question, and he'd be stupid not to notice the new shine in them.

"Do you want to go find Gai first?"

"Actually, how about it just be you and me this time? We'll catch Gai tomorrow morning for breakfast instead."

"Two meals in two days...I'm not made of money."

"It's on me. Don't worry about it."

"Oh, jeez. So nice of you, Kakashi. Thank you! Where are we going?" she asked happily, walking up to him and rolling back in the balls of her feet.

"Wherever you want to go."

"I feel like I'm getting the special treatment. I'm so excited," she cheered, pulling him in the direction of the stairs by the edge of his sleeve.

He just smiled. It was all he could do. He had the most beautiful woman in the entire world in front of him ready to go on a not-exactly date. They were only friends, and she reaffirmed that today when she mentioned she was interested in someone else.

But for now he could pretend they were a thing. That they were dating and that she loved him and he could openly love her back. He would take her out to dinner and kick at her ankles under the table just to annoy her. And he would take a sip of her drink and pretend it was too sweet for him and watch as she struggled to drink a sip of his liquor.

And after he walks her home that night, he would hug her tight to his chest and he would think about kissing her, to pull down his mask for just a split second and press his lips to hers, but he would refrain. It just wasn't the right time. Maybe there would never be a right time either, and that was okay.

As long as they could have nights like these, as long as he would feel her in his arms, he was more than happy. He was in love.

Part Two is up.

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cyhyr · 2 years

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Branding, part 10 (Epilogue)

Fandom: Naruto

Rating: E

WC: ~3220 for this part / ~41.2k total

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply; Minor Character Death

Additional Tags (pertaining ONLY to this part): SMUT. frottage, blowjobs, rimming, finger sucking, cum eating, coming untouched

A/N: Thank you. So much. To everyone. Enjoy.

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A day later, Kakashi walks Iruka home from the hospital. It’s a slow stroll, hand-in-hand, but the time outside in the sunlight does wonders for Iruka’s mood. His hair is still slightly damp from the shower he had taken before he was discharged, though he still had pulled it back into its usual tie at the back of his head. Kakashi can feel his contentment, humming calmly along the seal.

“Are you planning on going to see your team?” Iruka asks as they pass the training grounds.

“Nope,” Kakashi grins. “I already arranged for them to spend the next few days with Gai.”

Iruka winces, but Kakashi can feel the playfulness in the gesture. “Whatever did they do to deserve that?”

“What? Gai is one of the best. They should thank me for setting them up with such an amazing substitute.”

He laughed and then asked, “What did Gai do to deserve your team, though?”

Outwardly, Kakashi continues to grin; inwardly, his mood darkens considerably. “He didn’t let me go after Danzō when I had the chance.” His hand tightens around Iruka’s, and Iruka squeezes his fingers back and strokes his thumb along Kakashi’s. He can feel Iruka’s gratitude.rage—calm.satisfaction.determination and his mood lifts in response.

“At least I still have you. If Danzō makes another move, we act together.”

“If Danzō makes another move—”

“We act together,” Iruka repeats himself, at the same time thinking, don’t you dare act without me that fuckwad is going down someday and I wanna warm my hands in the flames

Kakashi can’t help the chuckle that escapes his throat, and enjoys the outward silence the rest of the way back to Iruka’s home. As they continue on, he gets a wonderful stream of consciousness from Iruka.

Should get groceries later I hope my house isn’t terribly messed up I’m pretty sure I remember Shikaku saying that it was breached oh gods what if my found my toys is that why Danzō was such a prick nah he’s just like that oh wow the wind is chilly today—

Kakashi shifts his arm to drape over Iruka’s shoulder and pulls him to his side. He shifts his pacing to walk in step with him, and gets a grateful little thank you from the seal.

“We really need to find a way to move past this part, so we can each have our private thoughts again,” Kakashi murmurs aloud.

“I kinda like it,” Iruka responds just as quietly. “No more hiding, no secrets between us. It’s nice.”

“I have nothing to hide,” Kakashi nods, “But I think we’ll both get tired of this fairly quickly.”

They come to Iruka’s building, and Iruka climbs up the stairs first and Kakashi follows, resolutely not looking up. He will not look, he will not look, he will not—oh, fuck, that ass should be a crime—

Iruka laughs out loud and glances over his shoulder as he fishes in his pocket for his keys. Kakashi lets himself feel the embarrassment of getting caught; but it’s overridden by the heat.love.playfulness from across the seal and he realizes that they could… they could.

Iruka unlocks his door and pulls down the wards, all the while Kakashi continues silently thrumming beside him and wondering if he could get Iruka to kiss him again and—

Could do a lot more than just kissing

He crowds Iruka into the apartment and closes the door behind them while Iruka steps out of his sandals and looks him down and up with a sly, heated smile and Kakashi puts both hands on the door behind him and feeds chakra into the wards to reset them the way he knows Iruka would normally. It keeps his hands busy, at the very least.

“Wards are up,” Iruka comments, grinning menacingly. “What’re you waiting for, an invitation?”

Kakashi sees that smile and thinks, that shouldn’t be hot why is that hot?! “Yes,” he answers, but he thinks, yesyesyes please say it’s okay I want to kiss you so bad please

Iruka blinks owlishly, but then softens, steps forward, and pulls his wrists away from the door gently. Kakashi lets his arms be guided to rest at Iruka’s waist while their bodies come chest-to-chest and he can feel Iruka’s heartbeat against his own. Then, Iruka breathes against his lips, “Kiss me?”

He groans and rushes forward to catch Iruka’s mouth with his own, sighing as the seal sings in his chest. He cups Iruka’s jaw with one hand while the other smoothes up and down Iruka’s spine. He takes the moment to also step out of his shoes and Iruka pushes his flak off his shoulders to drop on the floor on the genkan. They’ll come back and clean up later; right now, Iruka is warm and delicious and perfect as he leads Kakashi through the apartment with careful steps and his hands on Kakashi’s hips.

Where are we—?

Wanna get you horizontal. Take you apart.

Kakashi moans and digs his fingers into the muscle on Iruka’s lower back. Iruka reaches up and takes Kakashi’s hand from where it had fallen from his face to his shoulder and breaks the kiss long enough to give Kakashi another playful grin and tug him along by the hand. Kakashi is helpless but to follow, also agreeing with the sentiment of wanting to be horizontal—

And then Kakashi feels want.heat.sex.love and he pulls Iruka back in close and turns them to the one stretch of wall in the hallway that is unadorned and he lets himself simply act, reaching both hands down to cup Iruka’s ass and swallowing his resulting cry. Iruka’s kisses are wonderfully addicting and gods he could keep kissing Iruka forever. He bends his knees and shifts his grip to Iruka’s thighs and lifts, pressing Iruka’s back against the wall and holding him there while continuing to kiss him.

Iruka wraps his legs around Kakashi’s waist and gasps. “Already?”

Kakashi grinds into Iruka and grumbles, “I’m easy for you.” Then he ducks his head and licks down the column of Iruka’s throat—no more collar, never again, never letting anyone touch you again ever—until he settles his mouth at the very top corner of the brand and it’s like sparks go off at the base of his skull and he suppresses a whimper as he kisses the brand and grinds his hips into Iruka’s.

Iruka throws his head back with a slight thump and pants while Kakashi takes advantage of the new space he’s given to nip and scrape his teeth against the raised edge of the scar. Gods, it should be ugly, should make him feel guilty and horrible, but it doesn’t, not anymore. His fingers press into Iruka’s glorious thighs and fuck he could keep Iruka here like this, panting and hard and beautiful with his Hatake brand on display and his legs spread around Kakashi’s waist.

The seal’s feedback loop is such that he keeps hemorrhaging his own pleasure while feeling Iruka’s. He squeezes Iruka’s thighs, kisses his neck, and feels good for being allowed to do so; and Iruka feels good because the sensations are nice; and Kakashi feels good because Iruka feels good, and it’s driving him higher and higher and it’s amazing.

Iruka gasps, breaking the cycle, “Bed. Bed, please, Kakashi, not here please.”

Oh. Bed sounds good.

He lets Iruka slip to the floor and keeps his eye trained on the brand as he walks Iruka to the bedroom. Once inside, Iruka breaks away long enough to pull his shirt off and Kakashi takes in a shaky breath, trying to steady himself before reaching back and pulling off his own shirt and letting it drop on the floor. He reaches out to graze his fingertips along Iruka’s bare chest, down to the light definition of his abs and back up to settle over his shoulders. Iruka then reaches up and pulls out his hair tie and lets it fall on his shoulders and Kakashi doesn’t suppress himself from thinking beautiful; Iruka blushes and reaches for him again. Skin to skin, he lets his eye drift close as he falls back to Iruka’s mouth and kisses him while walking to the bed.

Iruka pulls him down on top and settles him between his legs and they both groan at the pressure. Kakashi gently rocks with him, letting one hand wander while the other plays with Iruka’s hair. The very ends of his hair are still slightly damp, but his skin is smooth and clean and he smells clinically fresh with the barest touch of cleansing chemicals. For the first time in weeks, his chest clenches pleasantly, no longer tainted by Iruka’s rage or discomfort or, gods, fear. Iruka’s hands are warm and strong and sweep over his chest and he knows he doesn’t deserve this but he can’t be upset that he has it.

Kakashi kisses down Iruka’s neck and nearly stops at the brand again, but he forces himself to explore everything that’s been given to him, pushing himself down to Iruka’s chest and feeling him heave and pant and moan. He licks over each of Iruka’s nipples, but while Iruka responds positively, he can feel that it’s more because Kakashi is kissing him rather than because his nipples are sensitive. He moves on.

Kakashi eventually stops, hovering over Iruka’s navel and groaning because Iruka’s fingers thread through his hair and scratch lightly at his scalp and he hopes Iruka understands how good that feels, sparks of pleasure rolling down his spine. But he presses kisses to Iruka’s waist and scrapes his teeth along his skin and can smell Iruka’s pleasure—

He looks up at him, gasping and moaning, and says, “I want to blow you. Please.”

Oh gods, yes

Iruka pushes lightly on the top of his head and Kakashi can take a hint. He pops the button on Iruka’s pants and pulls down the zipper, then with surprisingly steady hands slips it all down Iruka’s legs and drops it all on the floor beside the bed. Iruka lays there, bare to him as he had the first time they were… intimate, but this time, Iruka wants him, isn’t just after release, and hopefully isn’t going to have him leave later.

Blushing and panting lightly, smiling softly, Iruka's hands gently lay by his head on the pillow and his legs splay on either side of Kakashi’s hips. His cock is hard and flushed and erect and there’s no way that his is actually his life; he’s died and gone on to paradise—

“Are you gonna just look, or are you gonna touch me?”

touch-touch-touch definitely touch

He ducks his head and cradles Iruka’s cock in one hand while licking up the shaft and setting his lips to the head, messily kissing it. Just that taste, his tongue against Iruka’s flesh, has his eye rolling and a soft moan rumbles in his chest. With his other hand he presses down lightly on Iruka’s hips, though it doesn’t stop him from rocking up into his mouth. He drops his jaw and brings his lips over as much of Iruka as he can handle, until he hits the back of his throat, and then Kakashi slowly begins to bob his head. Spit slides down the shaft to his fingers at the base, and with each passing bob he pushes himself to swallow more of Iruka’s cock.

“So good, oh, Kakashi…”

He whimpers softly, both at the praise and at the first taste of bitter precum from Iruka’s cock. He grinds his crotch against the bedspread, just to ease the pressure, but it's not enough. It's never enough. Iruka tastes amazing and more and more precum falls on his tongue.

He cups Iruka's balls in his free palm and receives a deep sigh of pleasure from his spouse. He gives Iruka’s cock one more suck before pulling back and then licking back down the shaft. Spit-slick and smooth, he pumps his hand down and up, over and over again, while he dips his head to the side and nips at the darker skin of his inner thighs. Still cradling Iruka’s balls, he kisses and licks and listens and feels for Iruka’s pleasure, sounds and echoes of which he makes plenty.

Iruka shifts his legs apart further and grinds up into Kakashi’s hand while he’s licking a broad, slow stroke across his balls, and the movement causes Kakashi’s mouth to slip lower, tongue falling on his perineum and spit sliding across his hole and Iruka whimpers. He glances up to Iruka’s face, but his spouse has his face turned to the ceiling—although, his jaw is dropped and he’s heaving for breath and the conscious stream he’s hearing is a ramble of please.more.heat.want-want-want.

He lets go of Iruka’s dick and uses one hand to press Iruka’s thighs further open and with the other hand he presses the pad of his thumb to his hole. The keening moan and the echoes of fuckfuckfuck Kakashi yes please that that do that nearly gets him to grin, but he nuzzles Iruka’s perineum and runs his tongue along the rim of his hole and Iruka very nearly screams. He bites on his fist instead, and Kakashi holds his hole open with one hand and places a filthy, open-mouthed kiss right there.

No biting, he thinks, hoping that the seal will carry his thought.

“Speak for yourself,” comes the gasping reply, “oh fuck—”

You want me to bite you?

“Not… not there,” Iruka stammers, and Kakashi can feel the embarrassment and chuckles against his ass and Iruka moans again. “Kakashi, gods, so good.”

He glances up the line of Iruka’s body but stops when he gets a good look at his cock, perfect pearls of precum beading at the tip and slipping down the shaft and he is so torn between staying right here and continuing to eat Iruka out or going back up and getting that cock in his throat again.

Iruka’s hand twists in his hair and he says, quietly, “Stay.”

And oh that’s enough. Kakashi turns relentless, pressing the backs of his thighs down until he’s nearly folded Iruka in half. He licks and kisses and sucks at Iruka’s hole while his spouse keens his pleasure and holds his hair and it’s good, so good—

Fuck, Iruka needs to stop saying that or he’s gonna make him come in his pants like a fucking teenager. Kakashi just barely holds back the whimper, but isn’t able to suppress the shiver that rolls down his spine, nor the desperate press of his still-clothed groin to Iruka’s.

He pushes his tongue into Iruka and licks him just so and watches as he gasps and sobs and comes, pulsing and shaking and Kakashi licks him through it and moans against his hole. Cum lands on his abdomen and chest and he’s pretty sure at least one pulse made it up to his collarbone. He gives Iruka one last kiss and then kisses and licks his way up Iruka’s body while he pants and catches his breath. Slowly, he lets Iruka’s legs fall where they will.

His eye rolls back as he licks up the cum pooling in Iruka’s navel, first. It’s not that it tastes good, exactly, but it’s Iruka, specifically evidence of pleasure he gave his spouse, and fuck he’s so hard right now it nearly hurts. Iruka runs his fingers through Kakashi’s hair, and sighs and murmurs, “Gods, so good, Kakashi.”

Confusion.shock.amusment.fondness.

Iruka tightens his fingers in Kakashi’s hair and he stops, mid-lick, with a soft whine. “You like that?” he smirks. “You like being good for me?”

“Iruka, please—”

Iruka sweeps a bit of cum off his chest and holds his fingers to Kakashi’s lips and says, “Well, go ahead.”

yesyesyes

Kakashi sucks Iruka’s fingers into his mouth and lets his eyes shut in bliss while he licks them clean. He can feel his head starting to go hazy, but he’s being good and Iruka keeps saying so and they shift around enough that Kakashi ends up straddling Iruka’s thigh while Iruka continues feeding him the cum off his chest. Soon enough, he’s clean and Kakashi’s rocking steadily against the strong thigh between his legs and sucking on Iruka’s thick fingers. He should go back to Iruka’s cock; he has such a wonderful cock—

“You’re so sweet like this,” Iruka smiles. “Just a few weeks ago, I never would have thought the infamous Copy-Nin would enjoy grinding on my leg and sucking on a few fingers, but here you are.”

please Iruka please please please I want to come please let me I want you so—

“You didn’t even get all of your clothes off,” Iruka tuts at him and pulls his fingers back, cupping his cheek instead. “Are you going to get undressed?”

Kakashi turns his head to kiss Iruka’s palm. “Please,” he murmurs. He needs Iruka’s fingers back. He needs to keep being good.

“How do you want to come?”

don’t care please just—

“Words, Kakashi,” Iruka says sternly. Kakashi’s eye rolls and he feels a surge of lightheadedness as his heartrate kicks up. Iruka flexes his thigh, and Kakashi pants and rocks harder, and Iruka softens his voice but not his leg and says, “Talk to me, My Love.”

It takes a few seconds to make his voice work through the haze of pleasure. He breathes, “Please let me have your fingers back. I’m so close. Iruka, please—like this, just like this. Let me have you, keep you, love you, oh gods I love you, Iruka, ple—”

Whatever else he was going to say is muffled as Iruka slips his fingers back into Kakashi’s mouth and he moans and rocks his hips harder. His toes curl and his eye closes in bliss while he sucks on Iruka’s fingers and frots on his leg.

“Thank you,” Iruka says. He starts pumping his fingers between Kakashi’s lips and continues, “You’re so good to me, so good for me, and gods you love hearing it, huh?”

Kakashi loosens his lips and lets his mouth get fucked. His muffled, mm-hmm, only makes Iruka thrust his fingers faster.

“So precious like this,” Iruka says. “Close?”

Yesyesyesyesyes—

He works his hips over Iruka’s strong, thick thigh, listening to Iruka tell him how good he’s being, how good he’s been, the echoes of the seal thrumming love.heat.possesiveness and his blood sings gods he’s so close. He can’t—he needs—

“Come, Kakashi. For me.”

Both his eyes snap open and lock on the brand at Iruka’s throat and he sucks hard on Iruka’s fingers as he shakes apart, thrusting desperately against Iruka’s leg and pulsing in his pants. Iruka stills below him, except for a soothing hand on his waist and a beautiful smile that caresses more praise just for Kakashi.

“Beautiful, My Love, that’s it, so good, c’mere that’s it.”

He lowers himself to Iruka’s chest, pressing his nose against the brand and breathing out slowly. Iruka’s arms encircle his back and shoulders and he hums that strange melody Kakashi had heard days ago. His hum is soothing, and the seal is happy, and Iruka is happy and everything is right.

He closes his eyes and relaxes.

His chest doesn’t ache anymore.

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the8gates · 3 years

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Burnouts: Part One

(This is just a Modern Comicbook Shop AU but I couldn’t find a gif of these two that wasn't batshit insane and intense.)

Word Count: 7.4k

Warnings: Mentions of drug and alcohol use

Atsuko Kamiyama is 19 years old with no clear direction in life. For now, she's content working at her father's comic book shop while he tours the world promoting his novel. Knee deep in the in-between, she finds herself hooking up with her best-friend, Obito, more often than she should. In a small town, there isn't much to do besides get high, host the weekly Trivia Night at the shop, and fool around.

Maybe it's a rut. But some realizations about herself and the introduction of Kakashi Hatake into her life will make sure she's not stuck running in circles for long.

AO3 - Part Two

Atsuko leaned against the glass counter top, palms pressed flat against the see-through surface as she pushed her body weight upwards, stretching her back with a satisfied sigh.

“C’mon Atsuko, have mercy. Please change the music and put on something good. I’m begging you.”

Obito groaned, his face buried in his folded arms as he double over the counter. The black beanie on his head slowly slipping off from his mild tantrum, revealing the shock of messy, dark, hair underneath. Atsuko smirked, leaning back against the shelf behind her, crossing her arms over her chest.

“You know the rules Obito. We draw a genre from the suggestion box at random every day. That way everyone gets to hear what they want at some point. What would you rather listen to anyway? I kinda like this hyper-pop shit.”

She questioned, quirking a brow as her friend lifted his head to look at her. His face scrunched in up pain as the song playing from the overhead speakers changed, only to play another 100 Gecs track.

“That system is rigged! Shisui stuffs the box full of stuff I hate specifically just to fuck with me! And you know what I like! Good music. Stuff like The Front Bottoms, Weezer, Modern Baseball, The Wonder Years.”

Obito stated, bringing a hand up to count on his fingers as he listed the bands he liked. Atsuko’s face screwed up in mock pain, reaching out a hand to grasp his own.

“Honestly, if that’s the stuff you consider good, maybe you should go see a therapist instead of coming here.”

Atsuko patronized, faux concern laced in her voice as she batted her eyes, pouting. Obito squeezed her hand in response, meeting her energy with wide eyes and over exaggerated sadness etched onto his features.

“Music is my therapy, Atsuko. You don’t want to deprive me of my medicine, do you?”

Obito whined, and Atsuko sucked in a breath through her teeth, releasing his hand and pulling away to resume her nonchalant position from earlier.

“I care. Really I do. But not that much. Bring in a prescription from your doctor and maybe we’ll talk.”

Atsuko stated, chuckling lowly when Obito let out another soft groan and buried his face in his arms again. He mumbled things against his skin, but she only caught parts of it. ‘Come here… spend my hard earned money… can’t even get good music… fucking stupid…’

But before she could respond to his rant, the bell on the front door rang, and she turned her head in the direction of the sound. Entering the comic book shop was a face she was intimately familiar with, followed by one she didn’t really recognize.

“Atsuko!”

Gai shouted, throwing his arms out in a flourish of welcome energy. She smiled lightly, chuckling when Obito groaned again at the sound of the loud man barging into the comic shop. Atsuko reached out, landing a stinging flick to the top of the young mans head. He hissed, immediately jerking up and away from the counter top, rubbing the top of his head with a grimace.

“The hell was that for?”

Obito whined and Atsuko jammed her thumb at the two customers who’d walked in the door.

“Customers. You’re entirely too cute, but you gotta quit moping on my counter and make yourself scarce. I’m sure the others are on their way for today’s session, yeah?”

Atsuko instructed, and Obito nodded slowly, gaze drifting over to the two men who’d just walked in the door. He narrowed his eyes before letting out a scoff.

“Tch. What the hell is he doing here?”

Obito mumbled, quickly turning heel and marching down the back hallway towards one of the private rooms they had set up for tabletop games. Not giving Atsuko any time to question him about what he’d said. Gai came in all the time… they knew each other. Obito had gotten his ass kicked in Mortal Kombat by Gai on game night more times than he’d like to admit. He must have been talking about the other guy.

As Gai approached the counter, Atsuko’s eyes wandered to the man behind him. He was just as tall as the over energetic college student but he was leaner. Long arms and legs that seemed to spindle on forever. A swath of silver hair sat at the top of his head, wild and arching up in all directions, but still managing to look intentionally messy. He was dressed casually, a pair of gray joggers riding low on his trim hips with a white, Nirvana, t-shirt and a dark denim jacket over his top half. Then her eyes moved to his face.

Oh. His face. He was gorgeous. Heavy eyes with just the slightest dark circles forming on the soft skin underneath. Sharp cheeks bones cut from marble and a jaw line to match. A soft mouth with a thick bottom lip that was just begging to be sucked on…

Atsuko pulled her eyes away from him the moment her insides began to squirm. Fuck. She’d been attracted to people before, sure, but she’d never felt something like that. Hurriedly, she shoved the thoughts to the back of her mind and stowed the strange, overwhelming, feeling for later inspection. Gai was at the counter now, hands pressed against the glass as he peered behind the glass table, looking for something with a scrutinizing face.

“Geez, Gai. Impatient as ever. Here, I saved the last copy for you.”

Atsuko commented, turning her back to the man to dip down to a lower shelf. She moved aside a stack of papers, feeling the Gai’s excited eyes on her the entire time. When she came back up, she was clutching the newest volume of the series Gai (and everyone else in town) had been obsessed with recently. He’d come in several months ago looking for the newest edition at the time and had proceeded to sob when she told him their last copy had been sold that morning. So, now, every time there was a new release, she tucked a copy away for him. Gai snatched the colorful manga from her hands, holding it aloft in awe as he examined the cover art.

“Atsuko! I am eternally in your debt!”

Gai boomed, and she couldn’t help the smile it brought to her face. Such a weird guy but so sweet and optimistic.

“Tch. Yeah, in debt for 19.95. Cough it up.”

She stated, tapping in the cost of the manga copy on her register, outstretching a hand for the payment. Gai deposited the same amount into her waiting hand as he did every couple weeks. A ten dollar bill, a five, four one’s, and the exact change for ninety-five cents. She deposited it without checking the amount, attention already back on his quiet friend. The silver haired man was walking around the shop, wandering through the small aisles and stopping every so often to lift a comic book or a board game to his face. Gai was already hurriedly flipping through the manga, reading at lightning speed as he made his way towards the den through the door to her left. For a comic shop, it was a pretty spacious building. The den housed several, worn, couches and televisions. It’s where they held game and trivia night, but presently, it was empty.

“Hey, Gai. Who’s the new guy?”

Atsuko questioned, pulling his attention away from the reading material long enough for him to follow her gaze to his friend.

“Oh! Right! That was rude of me to not introduce him! Kakashi!”

Gai suddenly exclaimed, waving the hand holding his book in one hand. The man with the grey hair pulled his face away from a display case full of the different game pieces they carried that pertained to tabletop games like Dungeons and Dragons.

“Kakashi, this is Atsuko the wonderful woman who runs this shop. Atsuko, this is Kakashi. He’s an old friend from high school but he’s been out of town for a while, so I’m trying to get him back into the local social scene.”

Gai introduced, bringing his hand up to shield his mouth and whispering to her when he said ‘social scene’. Kakashi, huh? That name sounded familiar but with a face like that… surely she would have remembered him if she met him somewhere else.

“You consider this the local social scene, Gai? I’m touched, but it’s really just a bunch of nerds hanging out.”

Atsuko chuckled in response, hair on the back of her neck standing at attention as Kakashi drew closer. Lord, he was even prettier up close.

“That’s exactly why its perfect! There is no judgment here. You’ve created a very welcoming atmosphere for people of all walks of life!”

Gai gushed, clutching the manga to his chest with misty tears in his eyes. Atsuko couldn’t fight the shocked expression if she tried, simply laughing off what he said with a shrug.

“I don’t know. Obito is our resident house cat and he can be pretty judgmental…”

Atsuko tried to joke, but the passion with which Gai spoke about their little comic book shop actually did fill her with a sense of pride. She did work hard to make this place comfortable and welcoming. For people who felt like they didn’t really fit in anywhere else.

“Obito Uchiha?”

Kakashi suddenly questioned, speaking his first words since he’d entered her establishment. Even his voice was attractive? Jesus.

“Uh, yeah. He pretty much lives here when he’s not working… why, you know him?”

Atsuko questioned, reaching up to absentmindedly fiddling with one of the several rings she wore. Kakashi hummed slightly, nodding.

“We went to school together. Along with Gai.”

He replied, and then it clicked. Her face lit up and she snapped her fingers as the lightbulb went off in her head.

“Oh! That’s where I know you from! Kakashi… Hatake, right? You went to Konoha Middle School?”

Atsuko questioned, not noticing when Gai buried his nose back in his manga, walking into the den and likely heading for the couch he occasionally frequented with his head down. Kakashi’s brow furrowed like he was trying to place her, but he nodded slowly.

“Yeah… I’m sorry but I don’t remember you. Atsuko? What’s your last name?” He asked, and Atsuko chuckled, leaning back against the shelf behind her again as she crossed her tattooed arms over her torso.

“Kamiyama. But it doesn’t surprise me that you don’t remember me. I didn’t go on to high school with you guys and I was pretty quiet in class before that.”

She answered and Kakashi nodded in understanding.

“Kamiyama… Any relation to-?”

Atsuko cut him off with another laugh, nodding.

“Jiraiya Kamiyama? Yes, unfortunately. He’s my father.”

She answered, knowing the question he was going to ask. Having a famous author for a father had its perks, but people constantly asking about him was not one of them. Kakashi’s eyes widened and she found the expression comical on his apathetic and tired face.

“Oh, wow… So your dad… I can’t believe I don’t remember you from school. I love his work.”

Kakashi responded, obviously star struck. Atsuko could only chuckle, hand coming up to rub that back of her neck.

“Ah. Yeah, well. His stuff didn’t really start gaining traction until my freshman year anyway. Like I said, I didn’t go to high school with you guys. So, I don’t take it personally”

Atsuko answered, trying in vain to steer the conversation back to herself and away from her New York Times Best-Selling father. Kakashi seemed to take the hint, reeling in his excitement with a nod.

“Did you move or something?”

He questioned, and Atsuko shrugged.

“Guess you could say that. Got into some trouble with an older boy during my eighth grade year. Dad thought if he sent me to an all girls boarding school then that would remove the distraction. Jokes on him because I just fooled around with the girls instead.”

She joked, glancing down at her phone where it laid on the countertop. 2:50pm. The kids from the school down the road would be rolling in soon. Along with the rest of Obito’s D&D party. It was a Friday, which meant they would be hosting Trivia Night starting at 7. It also meant that everyone who came in now would be here until closing. So, before Kakashi could reply, she turned her back to him to start readying things. She pulled several cans of soda from a mini-fridge behind the counter top. Anyone under the age of 13 got their first drink free and she knew the gaggle of school children would be demanding their free drink upon entering.

“You’re gay?”

Kakashi suddenly questioned, that same wide eyed look on his face from before. Though, this time, it held a hint of desperation. Like he didn’t want her to be gay. Atsuko narrowed her eyes at him, standing back to full height after closing the fridge and crossing her arms over her chest.

“No… I’m bisexual. Why, is that a problem? Because if you’re a homophobe you can get the fuck out of my shop.”

Atsuko retorted, fully ready to beat him out of the shop with a bat if necessary. This was a welcoming space. It may have just been a small comic book shop in a relatively small town, but she didn’t tolerate bigotry of any kind.

“Oh god! No! I’m not-! I just… ah fuck, I’m sorry…”

Kakashi stuttered out, going from pretty relaxed and reserved to blushing and embarrassed in a heartbeat. Atsuko’s stone face soften slightly, the blush spreading across his cheeks making her feel bad for jumping to conclusions.

“It’s alright, man. Sorry for that. I just don’t tolerate any kind of bigotry or hateful shit in here. Or in the real world. Just the way you asked that…”

Atsuko trailed off, waving her wrist when the words failed her. He’d questioned her like it was a bad thing. But Kakashi just shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck as he stuttered out more apologies.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean for it to sound like that at all… I totally understand and agree with your sentiments.”

He replied, and Atsuko let out a gentle breath of air, nodding in acceptance of his apology.

“Well, good. Why’d you ask like that though? Are you gay?”

She tossed the throw away question at him as she turned to root around in the fridge again.

“Oh… no I’m not. Well, I’m not sure? I like girls though. Women. I like women.”

Kakashi continued to stutter out, and Atsuko swore she could feel the heat radiating off of him even from behind the counter. She laughed, her head ducked down.

“Alright, relax. This isn’t an interrogation and there are no wrong answers… what do you like to drink?”

Atsuko asked, and Kakashi let out a sigh of relief behind her.

“Uh. Coke?”

He questioned, and she laughed again while grabbing one of the cold, red, cans from the fridge. She turned and placed it on the counter in front of him.

“Here. On the house since I almost broke your nose and just put you through what was probably the most stressful 2 minutes of your life.”

She slid the peace offering towards him and he let out a grateful smile, those eyes that had been wrenched wide in horror just moments prior returning to their lazy state. ‘Thanks’. He muttered, before cracking open the drink and taking a long swig.

“So… Gai said you left town for a while?”

Atsuko asked, and just as Kakashi opened his mouth to answer, the bell on the door rang again, drawing her attention.

“Atsuko! How’s my favorite girl?”

Shisui Uchiha called from the entrance to the shop, throwing her a wink and approaching the counter with a flourish. He paid no mind to Kakashi, simply sauntering across the wooden floor to lean heavily on the glass, flashing a dazzling smile. His dark curls bounced, his hair portraying his boyish charm without him even having to utter a word. Atsuko scoffed, turning her attention to the young man.

“I’m not your anything, Shisui.” She commented, smirking slightly when he gripped the band t-shirt he wore right over his heart, throwing in an exaggerated wince for good measure.

“You wound me. When are you gonna let me take you away from all this, huh?”

Shisui asked, reaching over the counter to grasp at the stash of candy bars she had for sale. His hand flew around for a moment until he managed to snatch a Snickers, all the while he batted those long lashes at her.

“How about when you’ve actually got the money to take me somewhere, moocher.”

Atsuko responded, not bothering to stop him from swiping the ninety-nine cent candy bar. Shisui pulled his bounty from behind the counter, quickly peeling down the wrapper and shaking his head.

“Not to worry, love of my life. I just started a job at the mall this week. When those big paychecks start rolling in, your chariot shall await.”

He bragged, taking a comically large bite of the candy in his fist. Atsuko dropped her head back with a laugh.

“My chariot? You mean that piece of shit Accord you drive?”

Atsuko questioned, the teasing smirk still present on her face when Shisui’s expressive face morphed to one of actual offense. He pointed the bitten in half candy bar in her direction, swallowing hard against the massive bite of caramel and peanuts in his mouth.

“Hey! That car is beautiful! You’d be lucky to ride shotgun in Mystique.”

Shisui defended, causing another chuckle to rise from her throat. Kakashi’s presence had been almost pushed to the side until he finally spoke up.

“Mystique?”

He questioned, confusion clear in his tone.

“Uh, yeah dude. From X-Men? Super hot mutant with blue skin? Ringing any bells?”

Shisui immediately posed, watching Kakashi’s face with clear scrutiny for a minute. When the silver haired man only shook his head, Shisui scoffed.

“Who’s the new guy? Hanging out in a comic book shop and doesn’t even know who Mystique is. Seems like a poser to me.”

The young man commented, moving to take another bite of his candy bar. Atsuko’s hand flew out, snatching the rest of the snack from Shisui’s hand before he could sink his teeth into the chocolate. He gaped at her, stuttering as she dropped the treat directly into a small trash can behind the counter.

“No free snacks for assholes.”

She reasoned, shrugging her shoulders when Shisui began to whine out his apologies. ‘Ah, c’mon Atsuko don’t be like that!’ But she only shook her head.

“Ah, save it for someone who gives a shit. All that whining makes you sound like Obito.”

Atsuko stated, watching as Shisui immediately snapped his mouth shut, eyes wide at the horror of being compared to his older brother.

“This is Kakashi. He’s a friend of Gai’s. So, be nice. Or I’ll kick you out.”

She introduced, gesturing over to the grey haired man. Kakashi gave a lame wave and a smile that almost looked mocking. But Shisui perked up at the sound of Gai’s name.

“Oh, Gai’s here? I thought I saw his car in the parking lot. You got the Playstation hooked up?”

He asked, already walking around to enter the den area, completely blowing off her introduction. Not out of rudeness, but more so because he was easily excitable. A one track mind like some kind of golden retriever. Atsuko only nodded, humming.

“Sweet. Oh, and turn this song up. Obito hates it.”

Shisui finished right before he ducked into the other room, a shit eating grin on his face as she heard him loudly greet Gai. When he was out of earshot she chuckled, shaking her head.

“Sorry about him. He thinks he’s funny.”

Atsuko said, turning her attention back to Kakashi with an exasperated sigh, though the loving smile never left her face.

“He’s entertaining for sure.”

Kakashi commented, a faint smile on his face despite being called a poser not moments prior. They locked eyes for a moment, and it looked like Kakashi wanted to say something, but just as he went to open his mouth, the front door rang again. Atsuko’s eyes wrenched away from his dark gaze yet again, grinning when she saw the group piling in through the door.

Naruto, a loud mouthed blonde boy from the local middle school led the pack, as always. Behind him, the group of boys she’d become rather familiar with in the past year filed in one by one. Kiba was next, a brunette that always smelled faintly like a wet dog and the only one in the group loud enough to match Naruto. Shikamaru was behind him, his hands buried in the pockets on his shorts, his dark hair snatched into a tight ponytail on the back of his head. Then Gai’s passionate younger brother, Lee. Bringing up the rear of the group was Neji, the towns resident genius. The last to enter the store was Obito and Shisui’s youngest brother, Sasuke.

Naruto and Kiba were arguing loudly about something, filling the shop with raucous noise as they shouted.

“No way, Kiba! Batman is not winning in a fight against Iron Man!”

Naruto yelled, his face scrunched up like he’d just eaten something sour. That was his version of a judging expression, she’d learned.

“Yes he would, Naruto! Iron Man is just a dude in a suit. Take away his suit and Batman still kicks his ass with just his marital arts skills alone! Tell him Shikamaru!”

Kiba roared back, arms flailing wildly as he tried to make his point. He peaked over his shoulder at the boy behind him.

“I’ll tell you both that this conversation is stupid.”

Shikamaru quipped back, his eyes narrowed as he wore an unimpressed scowl. Kiba and Naruto fell silent for a moment.

“Besides. Loki beats them both.”

Shikamaru added, only for the group to devolve into total chaos. Shouts of ‘We’re not even talking about Loki!’ and ‘No he doesn’t!’ coming from all sides. Sasuke and Neji throwing in their two cents on the conversation while Lee tried to argue that Captain America was the strongest of all of them. Atsuko chuckled, whistling loudly to get the groups attention. All heads turned and looked at her, eyes wrenched wide like they’d been caught doing something they weren’t supposed to be doing.

“Good afternoon to you all too. Now, are you going to stand in the doorway and argue or come inside?”

She asked, all of the boys immediately filing closer to the counter instead of blocking the entrance. They each greeted her in their own way, snatching their designated drinks from the counter top. Almost every day after school the same group of boys came in. Sometimes there were even more of them and she realized that, today, Shino and Choji were missing from the squad. Though, she knew they helped out at their families local businesses on the weekends so she didn’t question their absence.

“How was class today?”

Atsuko questioned as they all cracked open their cans of soda. Sasuke took a small sip of his Sprite, eyes shut as he shrugged cooly.

“Naruto pissed off the math teacher, so now we have extra homework over the weekend.”

Sasuke answered, and this drew a resounding groan from everyone in the group aside from Lee. He was a studious kid and she’d once heard him say that more homework just meant more opportunities to exercise his brain. He was definitely Gai’s younger brother.

“Hm, Is Mr. Senju still teaching Algebra?”

Atsuko questioned, leaning her elbows on the counter top. Tobirama Senju had been a slave driver even when she was in school. Entirely too uptight to be a middle school math teacher. In fact, she remembered thinking he was better suited for the position of a warden in a maximum security prison. His brother on the other hand, Hashirama, had been the superintendent over the whole school district since she was young enough to remember and he was an extremely sweet and kind man. It was hard to believe they were from the same family.

“Yeah. He sucks. We think he has some kind of vendetta against Sasuke too. He’s always calling on him in class and watching him like a hawk.”

Shikamaru piped up, and Atsuko chuckled at that, nodding.

“Probably because Shisui and Obito left an impression. Obito was lazy as hell, never did his homework and slept in class all of the time. And from what I understand, Shisui was a holy terror.”

Atsuko commented, and Sasuke puffed up his cheeks, crossing his thin arms over his chest with a glare.

“Well, it’s not my fault they’re idiots. I do my work. He just has it out for me.”

The young boy complained, and Atsuko nodded in understanding, reaching out to pinch the boys cheek. He swatted her hand away as she chuckled.

“Oh, I know. You’re an angel. It probably has nothing to do with that attitude of yours.”

She responded sarcastically, drawing laughs from some of the other boys in the process. After the brief catching up session she rose back to full height clapping her hands together.

“Alright. It’s Friday night, so you all know that means trivia night. You all gonna stay and play again?”

She questioned, ducking down to grab the clipboard from under the counter. Several weeks ago, the group of boys had decided to try their hand at Trivia Night. Unsurprisingly, Shikamaru, Sasuke, and Neji carried the team. But what was surprising was that their team was on a month long winning streak. Beating Obito’s, Gai’s and Yahiko’s teams every week. Their competition were all years ahead of the group of young boys, so they didn’t take losing to children well. This had resulted in the most competitive Trivia Nights in recent memory. In fact, it had become somewhat of a public spectacle. Some of the boys parents coming in to watch their children wipe the floor with people almost a decade their senior. It had also drawn in a small group of girls from the school in the boys grade.

“You know it! The Avengers are gonna keep their winning streak!”

Naruto exclaimed, fist pumping into the air. He may not have been the one with all of the answers, but he was definitely the face of the group. Shouting out their answers once the team had time to discuss the question. Or, rather, once Shikamaru had time to whisper the answer to the energetic blonde. The team name was also a point of contention initially, since Kiba seemed to prefer the Justice League. But he was quickly out voted. Atsuko nodded, jotting their team name down on the roster so they could keep track of points later that night.

“Awesome. Good luck, as always. But I feel like you don’t need it.”

She stated, earning her a smug nod from Neji, Shikamaru, and Sasuke all at the same time.

“Who’s the new guy? Competition?”

Kiba questioned, jamming a thumb towards Kakashi. He’d moved to the other side of the counter to allow the boys to speak with Atsuko, but he still hovered nearby, watching the conversation. Atsuko jerked her head up to see he was giving the group a wave, smiling softly.

“Ah, I’m not sure if he’s looking to compete. But, this is Kakashi. A friend of Gai’s.”

Atsuko introduced, gesturing over to the silver haired man. Sasuke narrowed his eyes at him before turning away with a huff. He took his can of Sprite and departed from the group quickly, heading to his usual spot in a bean bag chair nestled in the corner of the store between two shelves. He was always slightly pissy, but something about that reaction had Atsuko questioning what had set him off. Lee was the next to speak up, having remained uncharacteristically quiet during the entire interaction.

“Kakashi is Gia’s best friend! He was the star basketball player a couple years ago. He’s the one who beat Suna High and the reason Konoha won the National Championship two years ago!”

He declared, clutching a fist over his chest as he looked up at the man with admiration. This seemed to jog the memory of the group of boys, all of them fawning over Kakashi immediately. Save for Shikamaru and Neji. They seemed disinterested in the conversation and wandered off to join Shisui and Gai in the den.

Naruto, Lee, and Kiba all bombarded Kakashi with questions.

“Kakashi Hatake? You’re the one who scored the final three-point shot against Suna High in double overtime? That game was even aired on TV!”

Naruto asked excitedly, bright blue eyes peering up at Kakashi in awe. Kiba nodded in agreement, barking out some sports statistics that Atsuko didn’t entirely understand.

“What are you doing here? I thought you got recruited to play for A.N.B.U.”

Kiba asked, tilting his head to the side to fully convey his confusion. Atsuko quirked a brow at that, turning to look at Kakashi as well. She didn’t know much about sports, but A.N.B.U. was a popular university. In fact, their basketball team was consistently ranked in the Top 5 across the nation. What the hell was he doing here?

Kakashi lifted a hand to rub the back of his neck, an embarrassed smile on his face as he tried to come up with an answer. He didn’t seem to like all of the attention, she noticed. Listening to Naruto and Kiba’s excited questions and observations with wide eyes.

“Ah, well… I actually didn’t take that offer…”

He answered, honestly and not beating around the bush. Atsuko furrowed her brow for a moment before Naruto was gasping.

“Why?! That’s crazy! You could have gone on to play for a national team! Then you would be on TV all the time! Like a big celebrity!”

Naruto shouted, seemingly impassioned by Kakashi’s personal decision to not pursue a career in basketball. It seemed like the silver haired man was uncomfortable by the line of questioning, not really wanting to defend himself to children. And Atsuko believed she knew part of why he’d decided not to go on to A.N.B.U. All that stuff about national teams and celebrity status… he didn’t seem like the type to want that attention. So, Atsuko stepped in to save him from the grilling session.

“Hey. Kiba, Naruto. Leave him alone, alright?”

Atsuko stated, leaned back against the cabinets behind her, arms crossed over her chest.

“But Atsuko you don’t underst-!”

Kiba started, sharp canines flashing as he prepared to launch into some impassioned speech about basketball.

“Zip it, Kiba. Seriously. Kakashi came here to hang out and have a good time. The last thing he wants is for you ankle biters to bombard him with questions.”

Atsuko cut him off, smirking lightly when Naruto muttered ‘ankle bitters?’ under his breath.

“Now, get a move on. Go bother Shisui. He’s been a pain in my ass already today.”

She instructed, watching as Kiba and Naruto deflated slightly before begrudgingly trudging to the back room with their soda cans in hand. Mumbling to each other the entire way. Once they’d cleared the door frame, Atsuko turned her attention back to Kakashi. He let out a sigh, shoulders sagging as he came back towards the counter, leaning over to rest his forearms on the glass.

“Thank you for that…”

He sighed, and Atsuko nodded, turning to continue preparing a few things for the next group that was due to walk in the door any minute.

“No problem. Figured you needed saving from those two. They’re… intense, on their best days. Annoying as fuck on their worst.”

She answered, listening to his soft chuckle from behind her. When she turned back to face him he was smiling at her softly, eyes fixed on her for a moment. If she didn’t know any better, she would think he was checking her out. She supposed it was only fair considering the way she’d looked at him when he’d walked in. So, she just stood for a moment, staring back.

Kakashi pulled his eyes away from her face after a moment, looking down at the cheap watch he wore before sighing and standing up from the glass counter.

“Shit… I gotta go in a few. Work.”

He stated, patting himself down in search of his keys. Checking for his phone and wallet.

“Where are you working?”

She questioned, just as Kakashi produced the smart phone from his pocket, unlocking it with a soft click and swiping through several pages of applications.

“The Deerhead. Got a bartending job there… Today’s actually my first day.”

He replied, not looking up from the screen as he tapped out a quick message. Atsuko nodded in understanding.

“Ah, Shikaku Nara’s bar… Shikamaru, the boy with the spiky hair and smart-ass mouth? That’s his son.”

Atsuko informed him when he pulled his head from his phone. Kakashi nodded, placing the phone down on the counter in front of her. It was pulled up to a blank contact field, waiting to be filled out with her information.

“Here. Put your number in.”

He instructed, and she quirked a brow at him, teasing smirk on her lips. When his eyes landed on her face, a dark blush immediately covered his cheeks as his eyes wrenched wide in realization of what he’d just done. Demanding she give him her phone number.

“Oh! I mean… if you want to! I just… I thought you wanted to keep talking and I felt rude for having to leave so I-!”

Kakashi started, stuttering over his words as he desperately tried to explain his thought process. Atsuko could only laugh as she bent over slightly, tapping against the keyboard and inputting her information as his stuttering died down until the only sounds were the clicking of touch screen keys and her soft giggles. She finished, saving the contact before sliding the phone back towards him.

“There. Why don’t you text me before you leave so I can make sure it saved.”

She suggested, chuckling again when he nodded wildly, clutching the phone like his life depended on it. After a moment, Atsuko’s on phone lit up with a new text message. She glanced down, laughing softly.

‘Unknown Number: Hi. It’s Kakashi. From the Comic book shop. Gai’s friend. :) ‘

Atsuko nodded, turning back to him to respond verbally.

“Perfect. It was nice to meet you, Kakashi. From the Comic book shop. Gai’s friend.”

She teased, relishing in the way the blush never left his face. He’d seemed pretty calm and collected when he first got here… but she loved making that pretty face of his contort in shock and hear his attractive voice pitch up an octave when he panicked. Cute.

“Ah. It was nice to meet you too, Atsuko.”

He replied, slipping his phone back into his pocket before waving awkwardly and heading for the exit, fumbling with his keys in the least graceful manner she’d ever seen. It drew another chuckle from her while she turned around to prepare the next rounds of drinks.

Though, these would all have to be paid for. Obito’s D&D group would be here soon. Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday from four to seven. Though they would wrap up a little early on Fridays to be on time for Trivia night. Still, they were all over the age of 13. So no free drinks. As she worked on getting everyones can of preference out, she heard the door to one of the private rooms creak open. Looking over her shoulder to see Obito slinking back towards the front desk with a sour look on his face, hands stuffed in his pockets as his eyes shifted around the room.

“Obito, I swear to god if you’re coming to complain about the music again I WILL fuck your grandpa. No more idle threats. I’ll do it.”

Atsuko stated, smirking when he groaned just as he neared the counter.

“For fucks… he dropped me off once! Three summers ago! And you still haven’t let it go!”

He barked, doubling over against the counter in anguish, burying his head back in his forearms. Atsuko only shrugged, finishing placing the drinks and snacks for easy grabbing.

“Because he’s hot, Obito. I don’t know what you want from me. I’m a simple woman. I see a hot grandpa and I wish to know him carnally. I can’t help that.”

Atsuko answered, faux exasperation clear in her tone, drawing another pained groan from her friend. He craned his head up, chin resting on his forearms as he looked up at her.

“Well, it doesn’t matter. I didn’t come out here to complain about the music again, so you cant make good on that threat.”

He stated, and Atsuko snapped her fingers, face contorting in disappointment. ‘Damn… I’ll get him next time.’ She muttered under her breath, actually drawing a snort from Obito as he reached for a can of Dr. Pepper, cracking open the soda and standing so he could take a small sip.

“I just wanted to make sure Kakashi was gone. Fucking asshole. He didn’t say anything rude to you, did he? Cause I’ll kick his ass if he did. You just say the fucking wor-!”

Obito started, rolling the sleeves of his hoodie up on his arms for effect. But Atsuko cut him off, raising her hands in defense with wide eyes.

“Woah! Relax, Rocky. He didn’t say anything rude to me at all. We actually exchanged numbers.”

Atsuko answered, heart fluttering slightly at the idea of texting Kakashi later. Getting to know him better. Seeing that pretty face all flushed and-

“Oh, Christ, Atsuko… Why on earth would you give that guy your number? He’s a fucking dickhead.”

Obito groaned, returning to his mopping position with his forehead pressed against the glass countertop. She quirked a brow, leaving the dirty thoughts in the back of her mind for the time being. Dickhead? Then she remembered the way Sasuke had blown Kakashi off as well. Pouting and moving away from him instantly. In fact, the kid was still sitting in a beanbag in the corner of the shop, reading a manga with a scowl on his face. When Atsuko picked her eyes up to look across the room at him, Sasuke was peering over the top of the paperback with a scrutinizing glare.

“Why do you hate him so much?”

Atsuko asked, pulling her eyes away from Obito’s youngest brother to look back at her friend. But Obito only groaned, decidedly too embarrassed to say what exactly Kakashi had done to him that was so terrible.

“He stole Obito’s girlfriend in high-school.”

Sasuke piped up from across the room, drawing Atsuko’s attention again. Then, it all clicked into place and her eyes widened.

“Oh shit… that’s the guy that Rin dumped you for?”

She asked, whispering slightly like it even mattered after Sasuke had aired his brother’s dirty laundry. Loudly. From across the room. Obito sighed, pulling his head up from his arms with a pained expression.

“Yes… But it was more than that! Kakashi was just an asshole all around through out high-school. This big shot basketball star who thought everyone else was beneath him. All the girls worshipped the ground he fucking walked on and all the teaches let him get away with bullshit because he was so popular. Not to mention he was just a straight up bully.”

Obito complained, scrunching up his nose in disgust as he explained the situation. This description of Kakashi threw Atsuko for a loop. He’d been nothing but polite and bashful the entire time she’d spoken to him. Like some quiet nerd. Not this arrogant jock Obito was painting him out to be.

“Are you serious? That guy? He was a total wimp, Obito! Every other thing I said had him blushing and stuttering like an idiot.”

Atsuko tried to defend, only for Obito to shake his head wildly, his eyes wrenched wide.

“Oh no. Don’t let him fool you, Atsuko! That’s how he got Rin too. Said he needed help with his homework because he was failing Chemistry and they were gonna kick him off the basketball team if he didn’t pass… Next thing I knew, my girlfriend of 2 years was dumping me over text and posting snapchat stories of her sitting on the sidelines during his practice.”

Obito ranted, shaking his head and ripping his beanie off to run his fingers through his hair. Like the situation from 3 years ago still bewildered him to this day. Atsuko remembered when Rin had dumped him. She’d come home from school on Spring Break to spend the week with her dad and help him run the shop. They’d become friends over the course of the last couple years. Seeing each other at the shop on her breaks from school and texting occasionally.

Obito looked like shit. Like he hadn’t sleep in days. When she’d asked him what was wrong, he’d offered to tell her over a shared 40 of cheap malt liquor that he’d stolen from one of the local convenience stores. They’d closed the shop an hour early and slunk out back to sit by the dumpster, under the yellow light that hung over the back door. He’d told her all about the breakup and had quickly backed down on his idea of sharing the bottle, Atsuko only getting a few swigs before he began hoarding the drink for himself. They’d talked for a couple hours about everything and the night ended after Obito kissed her. Tasting like cheap liquor, weed, and teenage angst.

She didn’t think it meant much. He was drinking and sad… but, after she drove him home for the evening and dropped him off, he texted her the next day. And the day after that. Then, that stupid kiss turned into a weird, sad, summer romance. It ended when she went back to school, both of them realizing they weren’t good for one another in that way. But ever since then, Atsuko and Obito remained best friends. In the last year since she’d graduated and moved back to town, they spent almost every waking moment together. At the shop. At her house, since Jiraiya was never home these days. She helped him watch out for his youngest brothers, Itachi and Sasuke. They were inseparable. So, Obito telling her that Kakashi had been the cause of so much of his hardship, it made her skin crawl that she’d ever been attracted to that silver haired asshole.

“Jeez. Alright, I hear ya. You want me to ban him from the shop?”

Atsuko asked, seriously considering the idea if it was what Obito wanted. They had plenty of customers and it’s not like he’d bought anything anyway. Her friend sighed and shook his head. His thumb and forefinger coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“No. No, don’t do that… just don’t… I don’t know. Just don’t fall for his bullshit, Atsuko. I’m serious.”

Obito whined, and she nodded, reaching out hand out to ruffle his dark hair affectionately.

“Okay, okay. I got it. Relax. I can handle myself. You should know that by now.”

Atsuko stated, watching him relax slightly before looking down at the time on her phone. They still had a few minutes…

“Wanna go smoke before the party gets here?”

She offered, reaching under the desk to grab her pouch of supplies. Obito perked up slightly at that nodding before grabbing his beanie from the counter top and sliding it back over his head. Stuffing his hands in his pockets as they both headed for the backdoor.

“Sasuke~…”

Atsuko cooed as they walked away, flashing him a sweet, pleading, smile.

“Yeah, yeah. I know the drill. If anyone comes in, you’re on break.”

Sasuke rolled his eyes before directing them back to his manga, but Atsuko blew him a grateful kiss anyway. Making the obnoxious smooching sound and watching as his face turned a shade of red she was all too familiar with.

“Hey, c’mon already. The weed’s getting cold.”

Obito called to her from down the hall pulling her attention. Atsuko immediately barked out a laugh at that comment, lightly jogging to where he stood at the backdoor.

“You’re a fucking idiot.”

She commented, noticing the way he watched her with a warm smile as she pushed past him to open the door. Obito let out a wistful sigh and responded in a dreamy tone.

“Yeah. I know.”

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• Birthday Boy •

[ Kakashi x Reader ] | 3 Chapters // 17. 2k words |

This is hella long so if you’d rather read on Ao3, here’s my Ao3 link

A/n : slight shift from canon cause Gai is still capable of walking even after the war

CHAPTER - 1 (2 days to go!)

You let out a sigh, your eyes glancing over to the small desk calendar sitting in front of you.

September 13th.

A photograph of bright pink cherry blossom trees stands out on the glossy white page.

Just one more day. Just one more day and you still have absolutely no idea.

Your teeth grit unconsciously on the plastic cap of your pen as you look at the papers laid out on the table. You still have so much paperwork to get through. How, when or what you’ll plan for Kakashi’s birthday is beyond you.

You let out another loud sigh, the air making the papers in front of you shuffle just a little.

“Three.”

“Huh?” the voice brings you out of your stupor, and you look up at the purple haired woman sitting across from you, immersed in her own work.

“That was your third sigh.” Anko states, looking up at you with her eyebrows furrowed. “What’s going on with you?”

You lay your pen down on the desk, resting your forehead against your hands to massage your throbbing temples.

“Nothing, I’m just so overloaded with work, I barely have time to breathe.” You reply, dark bags under your eyes serving as witnesses. “And on top of that…Kakashi’s birthday is coming up and I really want to plan something special for him. But with all this work, I don’t know when I’ll get the time. And even more importantly, I haven’t the slightest idea what to do.” You say, leaning back against your chair to look up at the ceiling.

Anko stares back at you, her otherwise impassive face broken only by the slightest hint of sympathy behind her eyes.

“Really? Well, you better ask that old miser to pay up and throw us a party. He’s Hokage and what not now.”

Her words elicit an immediate eye roll from you. Protectiveness towards your boyfriend aside, that’s a completely ridiculous statement.

“Shouldn’t I be the one to throw HIM a party?” you retort as you slouch forward resting your elbows on the table, staring at your smirking friend in despair.

“What am I going to do, Anko? He’s been so busy since he became Hokage, I really want to make this one day special for him.”

The look on your face is so miserable, it makes even Anko soften up just a little.

“I don’t know Y/n.” she shrugs, “I don’t usually stick around long enough to have to think of this kind of crap. Just hand him two beers I guess, put on a nice push-up bra and you’re golden.”

You narrow your eyes, shaking your head at her. “I have to give him a present too”

“Wear a bra with a bow on it.”

If you didn’t know Anko better, you’d have thought she was joking.

You sigh again. This is a lost cause, talking to Anko about this.

“UGHHHHH!! You’re completely useless!!” you cry out, bending forward and making a show of banging your head against the wooden table as she laughs, watching you with a pitiful look.

“Hell-o Anko! Y/n! Correct me if I am wrong but I think I just overheard my dear rival’s name!”

A familiar voice fills the room and you stop to turn your head at the sudden intrusion.

It’s none other than Maito Gai, and the air surrounding you almost immediately livens up at his presence.

“I hear you are confused about what to do for Kakashi’s birthday! Fear not Y/n! I am here and I will help you make sure that my dear rival has the best birthday he has ever had in his entire life!”

You perk up at his words, looking at the man standing by your side.

Now that’s the spirit you’re looking for.

“Thank you so much Gai! You came in at the right time! What do you have in mind?”

Gai hurries to take a seat beside you as you turn around to face him, your eager eyes widened with interest.

“Hmmm, let me think…” he puts a finger on his chin before clicking his fingers. “A nice intimate evening with good food and tasteful music and lots of activities to celebrate the Power of Youth!!!” he says, before standing up again with his fist in the air.

You let out a wide grin at his words, that sounds absolutely perfect.

A nice intimate evening, just you and Kakashi. You could maybe cook up something, he’s taught you quite a lot of recipes lately. And music, yes. He has never been one to listen to much music but it’ll set the mood.

And activities to celebrate the power of youth… yeah, you can surely think of quite a few of those. A red tinge creeps onto your cheeks at the thought.

How you would manage the time is still a question but now that you at least have a fair idea, you can probably work something out.

“Thank you so much Gai!” you say, clasping the man’s large hands with your smaller ones. “I don’t know what I’d do without you. That sounds absolutely perfect!”

His eyes light up at your words. “You are very welcome Y/n! It is only my duty as Kakashi’s rival!”

You can hear him say something else in the background but your mind is already wandering, flooding your brain with all sorts of visuals. Expensive wine, the very best…a candlelight dinner…Kakashi looking so intensely into your eyes as you brush your foot up his leg under the table…bed laden with red rose petals…a night of passion…the spark in Kakashi’s eyes as he sees everything you’ve arranged so lovingly for him… a sensual melody playing in the background as he strips you of your clothes, one by one….

You shake your head. Now is not the time to be getting carried away.

You return your attention to Gai, whose last few sentences you missed as your mind became preoccupied with thoughts of everything that you’d like the Hokage to do to you.

“—And leave it all to me!”

“Sorry, what was that, Gai?” you ask as you watch Anko out of the corner of your eye, looking as if she’s choking on air for some reason.

“You heard me, y/n! I will set everything up, you don’t have to worry about a thing!” he sings, clasping your shoulders with his hands.

“Well thank you for the offer Gai but actually—”

“No! I won’t listen to a single word!” he shakes his finger at you, “you can leave it all to me! You go get on with your work! I will get the BEST caterer-

Caterer? What do we need a caterer fo-

“and hire the best singers in the village-

Wait what is he talking about, am I missing something-

And set up some great challenges for people to enjoy! I’m thinking 6000 push ups, a cake eating competition and of course the lucky winner gets a chance to compete with my one and only rival—

Hold up-

“And I will send out invitations to all his friends! All you have to do Y/n is bring him and yourself at my house on the evening of his birthday!”

WAIT JUST A DAMN MINUTE-

“Wait, GAI, I think there’s been a—"

“Please do not thank me, y/n! As Kakashi’s eternal rival, it is only my duty to make sure he has the best time of his life! I would be very happy to set everything up!”

“Um, no actually I—" you start, but you’re cut off quickly by the zealous man.

“Don’t worry! You can still take care of his birthday cake, I will leave that to your impeccable taste!”

“Right, sure but—"

“Well, off I go then! I have a party to plan!”

“Gai—” you make one last weak attempt but you’re so baffled by the pace of events that your feet stand glued. You stare dumfounded after Gai, watching him walk out of the room, skipping with every stride.

Beside you, Anko’s cheeks glisten with tears as she clutches her stomach with both hands, chortling in such a fit that almost makes her slip off her chair.

A sudden dizziness threatens to take over your senses. You stand frozen with your arms hanging limp by your sides, resisting the urge to fling yourself face first into a wall.

You throw another menacing glare at your friend, your gaze shifting between her and the door that Gai walked out of few seconds ago, before you plop down on the floor with a thud, sitting down with your legs crossed, gaping blankly at the tiled ground with your head between your hands.

What the hell just happened.

CHAPTER - 2 (1 day to go!)

You force your eyes open at the sound of your alarm. Your skin feels damp against the heavy quilted blanket, the light from the windows is too bright and a headache clasps a tight grip on your forehead.

You shake your legs to get the duvet down your body and turn on your stomach to turn that horrible beeping off. Your hand flounders around your nightstand, knocking a few things down before you find the damn clock and pound it against the wall a few times until it shuts up.

Turning on your back again, you rub your eyes and sweep away the several strands of hair sticking to your face.

14th September, reads the calendar hung on the opposite wall.

Great. Another Monday. And a day closer to Kakashi’s birthday.

You feel an instant panic rising to your throat at the thought. Kakashi’s Birthday. Goddamn.

Gai has gone into complete party planner mode, you saw him rushing manically through the village over twenty-five times since yesterday, trying his hardest to be subtle; so you suppose you’re having a party after all.

You let out a sigh, massaging your temples. God this headache is turning out to be a real bitch.

The thoughts start swirling in your head again.

Kakashi’s not really the party kinda guy, and definitely not the kind Gai’s planning. This is so not what you had in mind, but…Gai looked so eager and excited, talking about the party with such a shine in his eyes, you just couldn’t strip him off of that. Moreover, ever since his injury in the war, Gai has been prohibited from missions outside the village. To a man of his vigour, it’s as good as being put into coma. This is the one thing that seemed to make him truly happy in ages, so to take that away from him… no, you cannot do that.

But at the same time, you really want the day to be special for Kakashi. You want to make it memorable for him and show him how much you love him.

Ugh.

Your stomach grumbles as you hang your legs down your bedside, preparing to get out of bed. You were so immersed in work last night that you forgot to eat dinner. You’d fallen asleep at the desk itself but you woke up in the morning to find yourself tucked in your bed.

You shuffle your feet around, trying to find to your slippers but they’re nowhere to be found.

“Kakashi!” you yell out, your voice still groggy from sleep. “Are you wearing my fucking slippers again?”

There’s some distant noise of things clattering in the kitchen before Kakashi’s figure comes into view at the doorway, wearing nothing but a pair of joggers, holding a mug of coffee in each hand. He stands leaning on the doorframe as he takes a sip from his mug and the sight of him is one for sore eyes, enough to crumple that temper of yours into a puddle of lovestruck mush.

“Good morning to you too” he smirks as he comes near you, placing the other cup of coffee on the nightstand and planting a kiss on your head before bending down to pick up the things that had dropped on the ground earlier.

He reaches under the bed and pulls a pair of slippers out, placing them near your feet before keeping the other things back in their place on the stand. Your lip balm, hairclips, a few pens, his book and some loose sheets.

You slide your feet into the slippers, your face contorting into an apologetic look as you watch him.

“I’m sorry” you say in a whisper, admiring the way the muscles on his arms flex as he picks the things up. “I’ve been a little stressed lately.”

“I know” he says, his tone concerned as he comes up and sits beside you on the bed. “Why don’t you take a day off?”

“Oh no, I can’t, there’s so much to do, I have so much paperwork and I need to go through these files to check for—”

“Y/n.” Kakashi cuts you off, taking your hand in his. “It’s okay. Take a day off. Call in sick. You’re putting too much pressure on yourself. Take the day off and stay in bed, I’ll have someone pick up something for you from that restaurant down the street for lunch.” He says, stroking the back of your hand with his thumb.

“But Kakashi—”

“Nope. The Hokage orders it.” he says as you lean forward and sigh into his chest.

“I wish I could Kakashi….”

He wraps his arms around you, rubbing your back. “I knew I couldn’t convince you but it was worth a try” he says into your hair as you close your eyes, snuggling closer to him. The feel of his strong arms around you almost lulls you to sleep, enveloping you with such warmth and comfort that makes you wish you could stay this way forever.

You feel yourself almost dozing off against his chest so you pull away, planting a quick peck on his bare skin before relieving yourself of his grip. “Alright Lord Sixth, time to go to work” you say, patting him on the thigh.

He chuckles, nodding and taking the last sip of his coffee before getting up from the bed. “I left some toasts for you, eat before you go”

He turns around to walk away but you’re quick to catch his wrist before he leaves. “Hey.” You say softly as he stops, turning around to smile at you with a twinkle in his eyes.

“I love you” you say, pulling him down to you with a tug and placing a kiss on his lips.

He reciprocates, before pulling back to look into your eyes. You feel yourself melting under his gaze as you can’t help but smile like a twelve- year old girl.

“I love you too but your breath stinks worse than a dead rat” he says flatly without taking his eyes off you.

You fling his wrist out of your grip immediately, pushing him aside to get up from the bed. “Kakashi, you fucking asshole!” you scream, throwing a few punches at his arm as he chuckles and blocks them.

“I was trying to have a moment, you jerk!” you say, throwing a last jab at his stomach, before walking away past him, towards the direction of the bathroom, his laughter still ringing behind you.

Stupid asshole, you smile to yourself, shaking your head as you lock the bathroom door and turn the shower on.

…………………………………………

You watch white cotton clouds sailing across the sky overhead as you make your way down your usual work route. You might have appreciated the view a little more if your mind wasn’t entirely jammed and you weren’t surviving of off only 3 hours of sleep, walking around like you just rose back from the dead.

You already know you’re going to be late to work today, but that simply cannot he helped. You have to make this detour. You have to at least give this a shot.

You turn a street corner, a one storeyed white building with a fenced gate slowly coming into view as you walk ahead. Standing outside the gate, you open the latch, walking along the pavement which leads to the main door of the house.

You knock softly on the door, waiting for a response from the other side. There’s some shuffling behind and then the door opens, revealing Gai in a robe with the belts hanging loose. You notice him wearing a bright coloured boxer with banana prints on it, and his hair looks dishevelled, like he just woke up.

“Good morning, Gai! Um… I’m sorry to drop by so early, but there’s something I need to discuss with you.”

“Y/n! Come on in! It’s no problem, my morning is only made better by your radiating face!” he pipes, stepping aside to usher you in.

Only this man can sound so chirpy even with someone barging into their house during the early hours of the day.

“I apologise for my state, I was…. Finishing some business.” he says, taking the belts of his robe and tightening it around his waist.

You stand awkwardly as he closes the door, wondering how on earth you’ll bring this up with him. You shift on your feet, waiting for him to return his attention to you.

“Would you like something? Perhaps some coffee or tea or juice?” he asks, leading you into his living room.

“Um, no thanks Gai.” You look down to the floor, trying to form the sentences in your mind before you speak. You decide blunt and honest is the way to go.

He stands waiting patiently, looking at you with concerned eyes.

God I’m just the worst person in the world.

“Listen Gai, you start, “… Uhm… about Kakashi’s birthday—”

“Don’t you worry about that Y/n! The plans are full and well in motion! I’m sorry I could not get the singers, it seems that they are all booked for the day but everything else is right on track!” he flashes a toothy grin at you, holding his hand out in a thumbs up.

“That’s great, Gai… But um… Well, the thing is…” you try your hardest to come up with words that’ll soften the blow the most “I kind of wanted to do something special for Kakashi… by myself but now with your party, which is a great idea by the way, it’s just… I’m not sure, uh… I just want to do something for him too.” You fumble, looking up at him from under your lashes to register his reaction.

He stays quiet for a while, looking like he’s deep in thought before looking at you. “I completely understand Y/n.”

“You do!?” you ask, stepping forward towards him. “Oh, thank you so much—”

“It seems to me that you and I both want just the best for my dear rival! And you want to make sure he has the best birthday, just like I do! Which of course means that we should—”

Oh wait no. Oh no no no

“—Have a challenge!"

Just. What. I. Feared…

“Gai…” you begin, sighing. Your voice sounds so weak and tired, as if any moment now you’ll lose your ability to speak.

You take a few deep breaths, steadying yourself.

Okay. If this is how it’s gonna be, so be it.

It doesn’t matter what you have to do. You WILL make sure Kakashi has the best birthday and no-one can take that away from you.

If this was another time, you would have gotten Gai to somehow cancel the party. But under present circumstances, you just cannot do that. That would be selfish and horrible. So right now, you simply have to play along and do your best to make the day special for Kakashi, even amidst all of this.

But you sure heck will make sure that YOU’RE the one that makes him happiest.

“Fine.” You say, meeting Gai’s gaze, your voice masking the absolute mayhem in your mind. “Challenge accepted. We’ll both try our hardest to make this the best birthday for Kakashi, and see who succeeds.”

Gai flashes a blinding grin at your words. “Grrr-reat!” he exclaims. “I would expect no less from my rival’s lover!” he says, holding another ‘thumbs-up’ out as you smile weakly, raising your hand up to do the same.

………………………………………………..

You take a large bite of your sandwich, looking out at the vast green training grounds from the window beside your desk.

A sandwich is the only moderately nutritious but not disgusting in taste food that you can manage to eat in your 20-minute lunch break, so that’s what you usually stick to. Thankfully for you, you were able to be done with most of your work in the morning, giving you some time to think clearly right now.

You already know you’re not going to get Kakashi alone at night because of the party, which leaves… the morning. But of course, you both have to go to work in the morning which means the only time you’ll see each other is directly before the party since you’re the one supposed to be bringing him. And since he is the Hokage and doesn’t get back from his office until 9 pm, the party is set to start late. By the time you get home it’ll probably be 1 and sure, you can probably have some time with him then but…you will both be exhausted and more importantly, it won’t be his birthday anymore.

“UGHHHHH” you scream to yourself, tearing off a big chunk of your sandwich with your teeth and proceeding to chew noisily, putting all your frustration into the food churning in your mouth.

“Uhm… is this a good time?” you turn your head at the sudden voice, looking around to see Kurenai.

You hasten immediately to wipe the crumbs off your face as you gesture at her to sit and stuff the rest of the sandwich in your mouth, chugging it down quickly with some water.

“Yes, absolutely oh my god. It’s been a while since I saw you! How are you, how’s Mirai?” you ask, dabbing your mouth with your handkerchief.

“Ah you know, I mostly work from home these days. I was in the area today so I thought I’d drop by and pay everyone a visit”, the brown-haired woman replies, smiling.

“Good thinking” you say, returning her smile. “I’m glad you did, we have so much to catch up on.”

“God yes we do. Oh, and Mirai is great! They grow up so fast.” She says, her eyes filling with the kind of love you can only see reflected in a mother’s eyes. “But enough about me” she says, waving her hand. “I didn’t come down her to bore you with stories about diapers and potty training. Tell me what’s going on with you” she says, leaning forward on the table and resting her chin on her hand.

You let out a sigh, shaking your head before looking out of the window into the distance. “Ugh Kurenai, I don’t even know what to tell you.”

“I got the invite by the way! For Kakashi’s party. I was kind of surprised, didn’t take him for a party guy.” Kurenai says, her brows furrowing.

You look back at her with hollow eyes. “He isn’t. It’s a long story.”, you reply, your tone sounding just as miserable as you feel.

“Well, talk to me Y/n. Is something wrong? You look a little…bummed.”

You let out a chuckle. “Yeah, bummed is right.”

But it feels really good to talk to someone, someone sensible and actually capable of giving advice so you decide to tell her everything, narrating everything from how you’ve been up to your nose with work to how you got roped into having a challenge with Gai, to your dilemma about what to do for Kakashi. Kurenai stays quiet the entire time, listening attentively to every word, nodding and giving empathetic glances from time to time.

“So yeah…. That’s pretty much it.” you finish, sighing again.

Kurenai flashes you a kind smile before she speaks.

“Okay, so… if you aren’t getting any time with him throughout the whole day, how about you meet him for lunch during your break?” she suggests.

Lunch… yeah you hadn’t considered that. Sure, it was only around 20 minutes, but still better than nothing right?

You look at your friend, your eyes perking up as a smile spreads through your face. “Yeah, you know what…that’s a good idea!”

Kurenai returns a happy grin, glad to have been of use. “I know exactly what you should do. Pack a nice picnic basket, take a mat with you, find a good shady tree in the grounds and have a little picnic down by the lake. It’s sweet, romantic and perfect! There’s no way he wouldn’t love it. It beats a party and the weather is absolutely perfect too!”

Your eyes widen at her words. Of course! Why didn’t I think of that?

You almost jump across the table, pulling your friend into a bone crunching hug. “Oh my god Kurenai, thank you! You’re a real life saver! That sounds absolutely perfect!” you exclaim, before letting go of her.

She laughs a hearty laugh, before skidding her chair across the floor and proceeding to get up. “I’m glad to be of help Y/n, but I should get going now. Your break is almost over and I have some errands to run. It was great catching up though, I missed being around you” she says, smiling as she turns to make her way towards the door.

“Drop by more often!” you holler at her, before turning your head to look out the window at the beautiful clear sky outside.

A picnic, yep. That’s perfect. Everything is working out.

…………………………………………………

You open the drawer under your desk, shoving some loose sheets and files into it before jamming it close.

The clock reads 6 p.m. and you’re finally, finally done for the day. You worked an extra hour to make sure you have less pressure tomorrow and now with your load a little light and a tiny ray of hope about how you can make Kakashi’s birthday a good one shining through, you’re starting to feel slightly better.

Of course, there’s still loads to do. You still have to order the birthday cake, buy some things for the picnic, and pick up his gift which you’d pre ordered a month ago.

You ferret around on your desk to find the notepad you carry with you at all times. That’s where you make all your to-do lists, so that you never miss anything out.

You open the little notebook, flipping through the pages to locate the one where you’d started making a list of things to do for Kakashi’s birthday about a week ago.

You’re flipping when suddenly your eyes fall upon a different entry on the notebook, written in a handwriting that’s not yours.

You bring the notebook closer to get a better look and identify Kakashi’s handwriting at once. Written in black ink on the top of a page is

To do:

1)Kakashi

You let out a loud chuckle, your laughter ringing all the way out into the hallway.

This guy, you laugh to yourself, shaking your head. When did he even write that?

Turning a few more pages, you finally find the one you’re looking for. You glance at the sentence written in your messy handwriting.

Read Icha Icha Paradise, Page 162, para 5.

Ah yes, you’d almost forgotten about this. You’d written this down when the idea had occurred to you of re-enacting his favourite passage from that book to surprise him, one that he’d insinuated at, not so subtly, several times. You wanted to do it for a special occasion, and of course this would be just the perfect time. You make a mental note to give that paragraph a read once you return home.

So, re-enacting Icha Icha, a picnic, and his gift. That’s all you’ve got so far. Not bad but still not quite satisfactorily top notch yet. Still nothing that beats all of Gai’s efforts with a 100% guarantee. Something is still missing…

You stare out of the window, racking your brain for something, anything.

Outside, the Sun drapes the sky in its own colours. It looks so beautiful, you can barely take your eyes off for a while.

You watch the sky in awe, lost deep in thought when suddenly it occurs to you— Yes!

Yes, absolutely!

You. Are. Going. To. Write. Him. A. Poem!

What says you love him with all your heart better than a sweet, heartfelt poem written with your own very hands? It’s sweet and personal and just the kind of touch necessary to make you win. There’s no way anything can top that.

The sudden strike of inspiration sends you into a frenzy as you quickly pull a pen out from your pen stand, opening your notebook to a random page before starting to write.

Only… You have never written a poem before, don’t know how to, never tried one.

You uncap your pen, tapping on the page with the nip of your pen as you think hard, leaving blue dots all over the white sheet.

Ugh.

Kakashi your eyes, you jot down carefully, taking a minute to look out of the window before turning to your notebook again.

They’re as beautiful as the skies.

You lean back to admire the sentence you just wrote, a grin spreading across your lips. Great start.

You hunch over the notebook eagerly, scribbling the next few sentences in a haste.

Kakashi your face, it makes my heart race

Kakashi your hair, it’s so smooth it’s unfair

The grin on your face grows wider. God are you totally killing this or what? This is great, but still needs just a few more sentences.

You close your eyes, tapping the pen against your chin as you try to recall everything you love about him. The grin on your face turns to a curled smirk as you scribble the next sentences.

Kakashi your dick, it’s so big it’s sick.

Kakashi your lips, I love it when they touch my nips.

You feel a warm rush through your veins as you look at the words on the page.

Alright, now for the conclusion…

They call you copy ninja, you make my mind unhinged-ah

Baby you can bet, you make me so wet

You are my king, you make my heart sing

You lay your pen down, holding the sheet up to your eyes to read your final work.

And suddenly, the grin leaves your face. What the hell were you thinking? This is terrible.

You’re no poet, why did you ever think you could pull this off?

You tear the page off, shredding it into even smaller pieces before crumpling them together and shoving them into your pocket.

So much for poetry.

You check the time on the clock, it’s almost 7 p.m. and you have to be at the bakery by 8.

You clear your desk, moving some stuff around and throwing the rest of the junk into the trash can before gathering your things and setting off to leave. You pass by the Hokage Office on your way out and find the door closed, with two of Kakashi’s Anbu standing guard outside. They bow at you as you pass by and you understand that he must be in a meeting.

The cool evening air outside hits you like rain following a drought. After being shackled to your desk the entire day, the wind on your skin feels tranquilizing.

You walk along the street, snippets of people’s conversations flowing into your ears as you walk on, your mind boiling over with thoughts of its own.

You begin to realise how completely exhausted you are and that you can’t wait to simply go to bed. All your attempts so far have been completely useless and you most probably will be able to do nothing to make your boyfriend happy. The thought threatens to send you panicking, so you try your best to shove it away for now.

You take your last few strides towards the Bakery, which is decorated with twinkling lights on the outside. You pull on the glass door, stepping into the small store with cakes of all flavours and shapes displayed on the glass counter.

Your eyes dance across the displayed items as you reach into your pocket. You had already decided what you want and had written it down on a paper earlier today.

You scout around in your pocket, before pulling a piece of paper out and holding it out the young girl on the other side of the counter.

“Hi! I’d like to place an order for a birthday cake for tomorrow. The details are written on the paper.” You smile as she takes the paper from you.

She writes something down on a register and looks around to check both her sides before leaning closer to you, almost speaking in a whisper. “Thank you for your order ma’am, you can pick this up by 4 p.m. tomorrow. We have 3 sizes available for the cake, which one will it be?”

“The very biggest one, of course!” you sing. “The cake reflects the man, so it’s only fitting to have the largest one you have!”

She scribbles some more into the diary before looking up again. “And would you like me to add some special details?”, she asks.

“Yeah, why not? Make it your best!” you say as the girl scribbles on the notebook for a last time before handing you a receipt. You make the payment, shoving the receipt into your pocket before heading off for your next and last stop for the day, the market.

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The Konoha Market sells everything from spices to shurikens. You stroll along the cobbled path lined with numerous small shops, each adorned with twinkling lights and a colourful assortment of all sorts of items. Your surroundings buzz with the vibrancy of people scuffling around, chattering and laughing.

You always found something so charming about the village market at night. Something about the way the little shops almost sparkle against the dark sky, or the way it always hums with such an energy, makes your heart feel happy for some reason. You take a deep breath in, various fragrances from nearby shops wafting into your nose at the same time.

You’re on your way towards one of the fruit stalls when suddenly your eye falls upon the unmistakable green figure in the distance. Gai.

He appears to be speaking very animatedly to the shop owner about something and you watch from a distance in amusement, before the man suddenly turns his head in your direction, catching sight of you.

He waves at you as you make your way towards him. You give him a nod instead of waving back, keeping up with your newly established rivalry.

Upon reaching nearer, you find yourself face to face with a variety of fluffy boa scarves of all colours, ranging from blue to red to yellow to green.

You look in confusion at Gai, who seems to have a dark green one draped around his neck.

“Um… will this have something to do with Kakashi’s birthday tomorrow…?” you ask, your glance shifting between him and the scarves, not knowing if you really want to know the answer.

“It sure does!” he replies, before turning to the shopkeeper. “I’ll take them all!” he says, as the old man proceeds to pack about 20 boa scarves into a bag.

A thousand different questions run through your mind, but if you were to put any more burden on your brain, it would iron out so you decide to simply pretend like you never saw any of this.

“Hope things are well at your end too, y/n!” he says, “I’d hate for you to lose to me, my rival’s lover!”

You take a gulp, avoiding looking at his eyes. Your head feels like it’s being crushed under a thousand heavy rocks as you feel the headache making its way back. You realise your arms can barely hold the weight of the bags you’re carrying, each filled with items necessary for tomorrow.

You look up at him, even the slightest movement of your neck suddenly so troublesome.

He looks back at you expectantly, the twinkling smile still adamant on his face. His teeth shine so bright, you can almost see your reflection in them.

You take a deep breath.

“Of course. Things are perfect, Gai.” you say, flashing him the very biggest and brightest smile that the twenty muscles in your face can possibly manage.

CHAPTER - 3 ( The Big Day)

The feel of two strong arms, one hooking under your legs and the other around your back, lifting you off the chair you’d fallen asleep on rouses you from your doze.

That must have been the fifth day that week that you fell asleep on your desk. You had been reading the para from Icha Icha which you want to re-enact for Kakashi’s birthday, and then all of a sudden you found yourself immersed in the book, devouring every single line, eager to know more about the story and what happens to the characters. So, you’d kept going but before you realised, you’d fallen asleep with your head over the book on the desk itself, with a string of white drool trickling down the corner of your mouth.

You blink in the dark as the arms carry you, melting into their familiar touch, your eyelids so heavy with sleep that you barely manage to keep them open enough to see what’s going on. The arms lay you down on the bed gently, pulling a cover over your body as you shift around in slumber, making yourself comfortable.

You watch a figure go round to the other side of the bed, before slipping in next to you slowly, careful not to wake you up by making too much noise or movement.

“Kakashi…” you whisper, your voice hoarse and barely audible. “Happy Birthday…sorry I couldn’t…stay aw…” you trail off, falling into a deep drowse before you can finish your sentence.

Kakashi smiles to himself in the dark, his heart filling with such an ache at the sight of your sleepy, drooling face. He drapes an arm over your waist, pulling you close to his chest, his hand stroking your hair at the back of your head as he places a soft kiss on your forehead.

This, this feeling… this is all he would ever want. Just you safe against his chest, the two of you falling asleep together in each other’s arms every night.

“Thank you”, he whispers against your hair, the familiar smell of your shampoo so welcoming to him, soothing his soul after a long day, washing over his mind and carrying his worries away, even if it’s only for the night.

You snuggle closer to him in your sleep as he tightens his arms around you, the feel of your body next to his filling every cell in his body with such warmth, that he gives himself in to the pure bliss of the moment, his eyes closing as he dozes off as well.

Yes, it is indeed a ‘Happy’ Birthday.

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You jerk open every single cabinet in your kitchen with maniacal speed, looking for the damn frying pan.

Where the fuckity fuck did this guy keep the pan?

Between the two of you, Kakashi is the one who mostly uses the kitchen so he’s the one who has everything arranged according to his convenience.

You’re running on borrowed time, Kakashi should be up any minute now and you have to finish making breakfast before he does so you can surprise him with a nice breakfast tray in bed. You don’t usually wake up before him, he’s the early riser in your relationship but you figured you could reverse the roles for one day and kick start his day with a delicious meal, which would probably give you some winning points. And, of course… something else too. Something that will DEFINITELY give you some winning points.

You find the pan lying right in front of your eyes on one of the shelves and you turn the stove on, placing the pan over it before cracking open two eggs and sprinkling some cheese on them, berating yourself the entire time for being so blind.

On another burner of the stove, four perfect pancakes sit glistening, glazed with some maple syrup you picked up from the market yesterday. You reach for two cups on the counter and fill them with freshly brewed coffee as you hunt for a tray next.

You take a small glass vase and put two red roses in it, which you also bought yesterday, before placing it on a corner of the tray. Finding a notebook lying around, you rip a page off and scribble a note on it, a stupid grin spreading across your face as you write.

Happy Birthday, Kashi. You’ll always be the Hokage of my heart.

Icha Icha Tactics Pg 150, line 2. <3

Icha Icha Paradise, Page 162, line 4. ; )

By the time you’re done, so are the eggs and you gather all the things on the tray, setting the note right beside the vase. You smile to yourself, looking at your creation. Not bad.

Take that, Gai.

You peek through the door of your bedroom to see Kakashi beginning to stir, and make a quick dash towards the bathroom.

You stand in front of the mirror, checking yourself out in the blue satin two-piece you changed into in the morning, just so you can wake him up with a real jolt.

You pull on the hem of your spaghetti top, revealing more of your cleavage and pull up the waist of your shorts, before turning around to admire the way it accentuates your curves. You fluff your hair up with your hands and take your favourite lipstick from the shelf, before puckering your lips up and dabbing a bit of it on.

You step back, admiring yourself in the mirror.

Forget a snack, I look like a full meal, baby. Take THIS too, Gai.

Hearing some sounds come from the direction of the bedroom, you rush back to the kitchen. You light a candle and place it on the tray before picking it up and making your way to the bedroom.

“Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthdayyy- ayyyyy Kakashi-ii, Happy Birthday to you!” you sing, swaying your hips to the tune and doing a little dance as you enter through the doorway. You find him sitting upright on the bed, still under covers, his sleepy eyes widening in surprise as he catches sight of you.

He looks you up and down, taking your view in in thunderous astonishment as you place the tray on the bed and step forward to pull his face into a hug against your chest. “Happy Birthdayyyyyy baby” you mumble, smooching him all over and leaving red lipstick prints all over his face.

His hair looks dishevelled and his eyes are still sleep laden as you pull back and watch him look at the tray and then at you, and then back at the tray again.

“This… this is for me?” he asks shakily, looking up at you as you stand beside him.

“Well, duh! Who else would it be for?” you reply in a cheery tone.

He picks up the note from the tray and chuckles as he reads, his shoulders heaving with every snort of laughter.

“Y/n, I…” he fumbles, “This is… I’m…you didn’t have to...” he trails off, looking up at you with eyes that send a pang to your heart.

“Of course I did. You deserve it.” you say, smiling as you sit on the other side of the bed, facing him.

A wide grin spreads through his face, lighting the entire room up and instantly aging him down by about eight years, not that he looks a day beyond 30 right now.

“And…“, he says with a twinkle in his eyes as he gestures towards your outfit, “Is that for me too?”

“For you to rip off, yes” you say in a husky voice, smouldering at him before breaking into a giggle immediately. “Well okay now, dig in, come on! I woke up at 4 am for this!” you say, pushing the tray towards him.

He straightens up, the grin sparkling in his face as he looks at the food in front of him. “Y/n, this looks amazing!” he says, picking up a fork and a spoon before taking a bite of the pancake.

You watch in anticipation as he chews the food and lets out a “Mmmmm. This is really good!”, before digging in for more.

You watch him happily, forgetting everything about the challenge for a while and just admiring how happy Kakashi looks, your heart filling up with such joy and gratefulness to have him, and to be able to share such moments with him.

“Where’s your food?” he asks, looking up at you between bites.

“Ah I’ll eat in a while. This is for you” you say, flashing him a smile.

He stops, holding the cutlery in his hands before fixing you with a deadpanned stare. “Absolutely not. I know what that means. Come here, have a bite, there’s enough for the both of us” he says, holding out a spoonful of cheese scrambled eggs at you.

You roll your eyes at him, but comply, leaning closer and letting him feed you.

The eggs melt in your mouth, the cheese tickling your taste buds. You allow yourself a moment to feel happy with yourself.

You did a great job, no doubt.

The two of you eat in bed, laughing and talking until all the plates are scraped clean.

“That was the best meal I’ve ever had” Kakashi states, shaking his head as he takes his last bite, before putting the tray away to the side.

“Really?” you ask, smiling as you sit up your knees on the bed, watching him wipe his hands, before crumpling the tissue and throwing it into the bin.

You smirk as you crawl closer to him, slowly quenching the distance between you. He returns the smirk, a playful look dancing across his eyes as you put your legs astride his thighs, placing yourself on his lap.

You fix him with a stare, your eyes boring into his as you lean in closer, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Well…you haven’t had your dessert yet” you whisper, your lips grazing his ear before you give it a light lick, one hand holding the back of his neck as the other trails slowly down his chest, drawing a straight line along his stomach till you reach the waistband of his pants and give it a small tug.

You hear a light ‘clap!’ as the elastic hits his skin and his breath hitches.

You slide down slightly on his leg, making sure to rub yourself against him as you do and pull on the waistband of his pants again, before reaching inside and stroking over his length with nimble fingers. Your mouth trails along his chest in red sloppy kisses… moving down his body…almost about to make contact with what you can feel growing harder and harder in your hand with every touch, when a sudden loud banging noise makes you and Kakashi both jerk up.

Not the kind of jerking you’d hoped to be doing.

The banging grows louder as you look at each other in confusion for a few seconds, before you get off Kakashi’s lap and he pulls his trousers back up, hurrying out of bed and rushing to the main door to see who’s banging so loudly this early in the morning.

You sit on the bed, pulling the fallen straps of your top up and wiping the smeared lipstick off the sides of your mouth as a feeling of dejection starts to grow heavy in your stomach.

The main door can be seen from where you’re sitting and you watch as Kakashi opens the door, a booming voice echoing through the house even before the door is fully ajar.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DEAR RIVAL!”, Gai’s unmistakable voice hits your ears as you watch Kakashi being pulled into a hug before he even has time to react.

Gai shoves Kakashi away just as quickly as he had pulled him in, before thrusting a huge bouquet of flowers, ornated with daffodils, lilies, orchids and flowers of all sorts of other exotic kinds into his hand, making Kakashi stumble with the force.

Even from the distance you can make out the look of pure confusion and surprise in Kakashi’s face as he says “Gai...?”

You can hear both men’s voice as they exchange more words in your living room, but the voices start to fade and the words become incoherent to you as you feel your mind spiralling into a horrible, sinking feeling.

You look away from the door and plop onto the mattress on your back, starting up at the ceiling as you feel the load of your heart weighing you down.

A beeping sound goes off, and you turn your head to the side, catching sight of the alarm clock which indicates that it’s time to get ready for work.

You’d set it last night so that you and Kakashi didn’t get carried away while you made him feel like the happiest man alive.

Well… so much for that.

Beside the clock, the two red roses you got Kakashi sit still in the glass vase, their wilting bodies watching you, as if in mockery. After all, what’s two measly roses in front of a massive bouquet of exotic flowers?

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You look out of the window, up at the sky for the third time since morning.

The skies are still clear, thank goodness. The weather truly is absolutely perfect for a picnic.

You take the fully packed picnic basket out of the cupboard in your office, checking the items once again. Some sandwiches, fresh fruits, yogurt, a bottle of wine, two glasses and a mat.

The morning did not go exactly as you had hoped it would, true, but that’s okay. You still have the picnic and nothing will get in the way of that. You’re still hopeful and you refuse to give up. No, you absolutely will not give up. You had resolved to try your best to make this the best birthday for Kakashi, and you will do everything in your power to make that happen.

Sure, things haven’t entirely been going your way. But that’s fine, you still have the picnic.

You tell yourself this over and over again as you make your way towards the Hokage’s Office, this little internal monologue of yours standing as the only thing that keeps you from crumpling down completely.

The door to the office stands ajar and you notice Kakashi hunched over his desk, putting stamps on a bunch of papers as you enter.

He looks up at the sound of your footsteps, immediate surprising flashing across his features. “Y/n! I didn’t know you were coming” he says, his face lighting up at the sight of you. “What’s that?” he asks, glancing at the basket in your hand.

You smile and make your way towards him, sensing a warm rush flow to your cheeks.

Despite the years that you’ve been together for now, your heart still melts at the sight of him every single time. And there’s something about seeing him in the Hokage’s chair, looking so powerful and authoritative that really gets something going in you.

“What’s your schedule like right now?” you ask once you reach his table, even though you had already asked his Anbu guards to make sure he was clear during lunch time.

He looks at the papers on his desk before glancing up at you. “Pretty free, I’d say.”

“Great”, you grin, holding a hand out at him. “Come with me.”

“Come with you where?” he asks, looking cluelessly at you as he arranges some of the papers into an organised pile.

“Stop asking so many questions, Lord Sixth” you laugh, tugging his hand and pulling him up from the chair.

Outside the Hokage Tower, you link your arm with Kakashi’s as the two of you walk along the path leading to the river. The village looks idyllic, people going about their own business, friendly chatter and chirping of birds ringing in the background. A pleasant breeze hits you and you close your eyes, inhaling the sweet fragrance of flowers it brings along with it. Kakashi smiles down at you and despite the fatigue in his eyes that’s always been a constant ever since he took up the position of Hokage, you see that he looks quite content.

You choose the biggest tree near the river, the one with lots of branches, casting a comfortable shade over the soft green grass. The shadows of the leaves dance across on the ground, swaying and flickering.

You open the lid of the basket, taking the small rolled mat out and proceeding to unroll it.

Kakashi stands in the distance, gazing at the flowing river. This always was his favourite place to come to whenever he needed a break.

He turns towards you, smiling, before crouching down and helping you lay the mat. “You know you really didn’t have to go into all this trouble for me” he says, his eyes filling up with the same familiar look that he always gives you, every time you do something for him. There’s always a sadness in it that breaks your heart.

“Would you shut up already?” you say, unpacking the rest of the contents in the basket.

He laughs, raising his hands up in defence. “You’re spoiling me rotten. When did you buy all of this anyway?” he asks, watching as you take each item out and place it on the mat.

You shrug in reply, before handing him a sandwich which he takes eagerly, biting in immediately.

“Good?” you ask, “I got it from that shop you really like” you say, biting into one yourself.

“Really good”, he replies, finishing up the entire sandwich in about two bites and reaching for another. “I didn’t realise how hungry I was.”

You get the wine bottle next, taking two glasses out and pouring some into them. The liquid catches the sunlight, shimmering like jewel inside the crystal glass.

Beyond you, the river cascades gracefully down its winding path as you watch in awe, a peaceful silence enclosing its wings around you.

Kakashi smiles at you as you hand him a glass, clinking his glass against yours as his eyes linger on you and you feel your cheeks burning under his gaze.

Even after all this while, he has that effect on you. “What?” you mutter, gazing at him over the rim of your glass as you take a sip.

He shrugs, not taking his eyes off you. “Thank you” he smiles, and you know it’s not just for the wine. Or even the picnic.

You return his smile, leaning in for a kiss when suddenly a voice interrupts you.

“Kakashi Sensei!” you turn your heads around to watch two figures coming down towards you, one with bright blonde hair and the other with bubblegum pink.

The figures get closer and you wave at Naruto and Sakura, the latter holding a small bouquet in her hands.

“Happy Birthday, Kakashi sensei! I guess you really are an old man now, huh? Good thing your hair was white to begin with!” Naruto rambles with his hands behind his head as the young kunoichi glares at him.

“It’s rude to remind a man of his age on his birthday, Naruto”, she rebukes, turning to her sensei to hand him the flowers. “Here, Happy Birthday Kakashi sensei!” she smiles, her eyes crinkling as she does.

Kakashi looks as taken aback as ever. “Thank you, Naruto, and Sakura! This is a pleasant surprise! It’s been a while since I saw you two” he says, placing the bouquet carefully beside him.

“Don’t be standing there you two, come join us!” you say, waving them over and gesturing at them to sit.

“Oh no, we don’t want to interrupt” Sakura says as Naruto crouches down with a “speak for yourself” directed at her, before reaching into the basket for a sandwich and letting out a contented moan with his eyes closed at the very first bite.

You laugh, handing him another of the two remaining sandwiches which he takes happily, putting it in his pocket. “Thank you, y/n sensei, you’re the best!”

You are about to offer Sakura the last one, when suddenly a loud, screeching noise infiltrates the grounds.

Kakashi stands up immediately, walking a few steps over to see what is causing the noise as you dust the crumbs of your dress and stand up, following after him.

You watch his eyes turn the size of saucers as you step in closer, turning your head at the direction of his gaze when you see it.

WHAT. THE. HELL.

Right there on the middle of main street stands Gai, holding a huge megaphone in his hand. Behind him stands a quartet, each holding an instrument of their own.

“Is that Gai sensei?” Naruto chimes, coming in and standing behind you with the second sandwich stuffed in his mouth.

“What…what is he doing?” Sakura says, going ahead to get a closer look.

All four of you stare frozen as another screeching noise fills the area, making you block your ears with your hands.

“HELLO, MIC CHECK— GOOD MORNING ALL MY DEAR FELLOW FRIENDS!”, you hear Gai screaming into the megaphone, the sound resonating across the next few miles.

“I AM FILLED WITH JOY TO TELL YOU ALL THAT IT IS OUR BELOVED LORD SIXTH’S BIRTHDAY TODAY AND IT IS ONLY OUR DUTY AS HIS COMRADES IN ARMS TO MAKE THIS THE ABSOLUTE BEST BIRTHDAY HE HAS EVER HAD!” He takes a few strides towards your direction, the quartet of musicians following after him.

You watch as several people in the vicinity stop to stare at this sudden spectacle.

You look at Kakashi out of the corner of your eyes, standing with his body paralyzed as he gapes at the scene unfolding in front of him.

“GENTLEMEN, IF YOU WILL PLEASE”, Gai yells, turning around at the group of men behind him and giving them a nod.

They get their instruments in position and soon a tune breaks out so loud that it almost makes the ground vibrate.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DEAR RIVAL, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU” Gai begins singing off key as several people, shinobi and civilians alike join him. People poke their heads out of their windows in the distance, some coming down, all eager to wish the leader of their village on this auspicious day.

“Gai, what the hell are you—” Kakashi begins, but his voice fades beneath the roaring noise.

Soon a crowd begins to gather, as Gai keeps singing in tune to the quartet, nearing closer and closer to where you’re standing, the rapidly growing crowd following after him.

“This is so cool!” Naruto says, going forward to mix in with the crowd as Sakura follows behind with a “Naruto, wait—“, leaving you to stand alone.

The ground begins to echo with cheers and claps and wishes as everyone comes around Kakashi, surrounding him and you feel yourself being shoved and pushed as group of men gather in front of you, chanting “Lord Sixth!” and singing other praises in his name.

Kakashi stands in the middle of it all, his face reddened in embarrassment as he manages his very best to maintain composure, thanking everyone again and again with the occasional protests which are quickly cut off by the overzealous crowd.

You stand in the distance, watching the crowd devour his figure as you slowly lose sight of him completely.

You take a few steps backwards to get away from the stomping, screaming and shoving and come near to where you were sitting peacefully, just a few minutes ago.

You look down at the ground, Kakashi’s untouched glass of wine and the unopened boxes of yogurt lying near your feet, a few inches away.

You look up at the crowd in the distance again, their deafening bellows hurting you ears as you plop down on the ground in defeat, unable to keep holding any longer.

You reach for your glass, chugging the entirety of its contents down in one swig before grabbing the stem of Kakashi’s glass and doing the same.

Leaving the empty glasses lying on the grass, you reach for the bottle, opening the cap and tossing it somewhere into the distance. You feel your eyes well up, in spite of your every effort to hold the surge of waterworks back. Fat, hot tears start rolling down your cheeks as you chug the liquid down straight from its container, trickles glistening down the corners of your mouth, your throat beginning to burn with every swift successive gulp.

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The Konoha bookstore lies in a quieter part of the village, away from the usual chitter chatter. It was made so with the idea that a bookstore should be situated in a place where there’s peace and quiet, a sanctuary for people to seek refuge in when they need to get away from all the commotion.

Unlike most of the newer and fancier shops in the village, the quaint little bookstore carries an old school charm, with its wooden floors, low ceilings and cosy reading lights. The latest spruce to the store, however was the addition of a DVD collection, making it a book and DVD store at present.

Throughout the years, this little bookstore has seen many unions between you and Kakashi, from romantic dates to squabbles over novels and authors. It has also always been very close to your heart, your safe place, the place that provides you comfort even on incurably bad days.

And right now, you’re on your way over to this very bookstore, walking as fast as your legs would carry you. Kakashi’s gift, which you’d pre ordered about a month ago should be here by now. Had you not gotten entangled in a million other things, you would have picked it up earlier.

You can read the little sign, written on a wooden board in the distance as you inch nearer, almost tripping on a rock as you push your poor legs to their very limit. Your body feels made up of nuts and screws more than flesh and blood by this point, ignoring every signal from your brain to work on its own.

Images of the afternoon threaten to break into your mind as you shut them away with all your might, not wanting to recall that horrible meltdown smack in the middle of the grounds.

Thankfully the crowds were too busy with Kakashi in the middle and Gai right by his side, leading the entire village into singing like they were all in some sort of a choir, to notice the Hokage’s girlfriend having the silliest meltdown of her life in the corner.

Moreover, you had made sure to slip away before the mob had thinned out, your last recollection being the tiniest glimpse you caught of Kakashi as you went by, looking as if he wanted the Earth to swallow him whole, as Gai beamed by his side with an arm around his shoulder.

You shake your head, trying to rid your mind of these flashes. You can’t break down again, no. You’re too far into this to give up now. No matter what happens, you have to stick to your resolve. Your hope may be dwindling, but it’s still not out yet.

You reach for the little glass door of the bookstore, pushing as you enter. The musty familiar smell of old books hits you immediately, almost making you feel as if everything is going to be okay.

You glance at the numerous books stacked in wooden shelves, categorised by genre. Some look new, and some display the ravages of time on them.

The shop owner, Mrs. Kimura catches sight of you, beaming as you draw nearer.

Because of how frequently you visit this store, you and old Mrs. Kimura have developed quite a bond. She also happens to be a war veteran, and you’ve spent many evenings listening to tales of her time from back in the days, tales that never fail to astonish you.

“Y/n! Hello! It’s been a while since I saw you!” she greets as you smile at her, even the smallest act of smiling so exhausting to you.

“Hello, Mrs. Kimura. Forgive me for not dropping by more often, I have been a bit busy lately” you say, flashing her an apologetic look.

“Ah, that’s okay dear. Well, what are you here for today?” she asks, the wrinkles by her eyes crinkling further as she smiles.

You fish around for a receipt in your pocket and take it out, handing it to her. “I had pre-ordered a special edition book containing unreleased manuscripts of the Icha Icha series about a month ago?” you say as she brings the paper closer to her eyes to get a better look. “It must be here by now, I’m here to collect it.” you say, unconsciously bouncing your legs as you wait.

She keeps the paper away, before looking up at you with a sympathetic look in her eyes, her face looking as if she’s about to break the news of someone’s death to you.

No. Please No.

She notices the immediate flash of horror across your eyes, reaching out her wrinkled hand to touch yours over the counter before speaking softly, as if speaking to a child. “I’m so sorry dear… I know you must have wanted it for Kakashi…Unfortunately, we had some trouble with shipping and it’s still not here yet.”

Your heart pounds in your chest as you hear her words.

No.

Is this for real?

Your hands start shaking beneath hers as you look at her, the tear ducts behind your eyes threatening you once again.

God is this really happening?

You pull your hand away, turning around to face away from her and taking deep breaths to try and calm yourself down.

This is a disaster. This is a total disaster.

This was your very last hope and now that’s gone too. If you were anywhere other than here right now, you’re sure you would’ve smashed something.

You put your face in your hands, not wanting Mrs. Kimura to see you in this state.

The old lady steps out from behind the counter, coming around to stand by your side and rubbing your back in consolation. “I’ll tell you what dear, let me give you a little something to make up for this mishap.” She says, her voice soothing.

But nothing can make this better. You had managed to maintain your cool every other time because you knew that if nothing else worked out, you at least had this. It was the one thing that kept you from crumbling and now…

You feel a horrible feeling growing into a lump in your belly as you straighten up, fighting back the dam behind your eyes with every cell in your body. You take three deep breaths, before turning to face the old lady.

“It’s fine, Mrs. Kimura. I have somewhere else to be.” you say, trying your hardest to form your face into a smile as she watches you, her white brows furrowing.

You hear her mumble something behind you but you’re already out of the door, onto the street again.

Once outside, you stand out in the lonely lane for a minute, letting out a deep sigh and looking up at the sky, the bright blue suddenly looking so grave.

You walk in the other direction from the one you’re supposed to be going in next, down the lane into an alleyway, rounding into a secluded corner where one of the village junkyards is situated.

A rotten smell of trash fills your nostrils as you see multiple trash cans littered around the area in the dingy dark corner.

You walk in amidst it all, the scattered trash resonating perfectly with how you feel inside. You let your back rest against the mouldy wall, closing your eyes to let the anger wash over you.

You feel it come surging through your veins like a charging bull as you feel your hands forming into fists and your body working against your instincts to raise your foot and hurl a kick towards one of the huge trash cans with a loud, ringing thud.

You’re taken aback by your own outburst as you watch the big metal can wobble on impact and before you realise, you find yourself coming forward, throwing kicks left and right on the can, on the walls, sometimes missing your aim but pressing on again and again and again, persevering through the shooting pain in your toes.

You are right in the middle of your maniacal fit, possibly your ninth kick, when you suddenly feel your balance stumbling, having stepped on something gross and slippery. You tumble as you feel yourself falling backwards, before crashing straight into all kinds of sticky, smelly debris and landing flat on your behind with a ‘thump!’.

You sit heaving in the middle of it all, several used wrappers of heaven knows what things sticking to you as you lift your hand off what looks like… a used condom. In addition to your toes, there’s also an ache creeping its way onto your back.

Great. Just great.

But you’re hardly surprised by this point. You almost break into a cackle at the thought of your own pathetic, pitiful state before getting back up, doing the best you can to brush your clothes off all the junk sticking to you.

Out of all the things that went wrong in the recent days, falling into a dumpster certainly hits a new low.

You dust your hands as you make your way out of the dark alleyway, a slight limp in your strides as you step into the light again.

Things are so far beyond worse by now, you feel as if nothing can possibly go downhill any further from here. You’ve hit the lowest of the low. Moreover, you are all out of ideas anyway and there’s nothing left that could go wrong.

The thought is almost strangely comforting. Because if you’ve hit rock bottom, the only way from here is up, right?

Checking the time on your watch, you make your way towards the main streets. It’s fifteen minutes to four and you have to pick up Kakashi’s cake.

……………………………………………………………

The Konoha Bakery looks emptier than it usually does, from what you can see through the glass doors as you enter.

That’s good because you’re running slightly late, thanks to your second meltdown of the day, and you have a lot of cleaning up to do before the party. With every other option out of the window, you suppose the only thing left for you to do now is just simply look stunning for your man and have him feeling lucky to have you.

Anko’s suggestion doesn’t seem so bad anymore, she was probably right the entire time. Perhaps you really will just put on a bra with a bow after all.

The young girl from before is the one at the counter again, and she greets you as you walk in, while the other few customers scrunch up their noses at your entrance. You must be stinking really bad. You flash an awkward smile at them as you wait for the girl to assist you, feeling very self-conscious all of a sudden.

She disappears into the storage room at the back of the shop without a word and you feel panic rising within you as you half expect to be served another piece of bad news, instead of the cake you had ordered.

Thankfully for your nerves, and for you since the stink eyes from the customers were getting a little too uncomfortable to bear, she comes back soon enough, holding a huge white box with a big red bow on top in her hands.

“Here’s your order ma’am! Just the way you wanted!” she says with a grin, placing the box on the counter.

Without wasting further time, you flash her a quick smile and hold the box with both hands, lifting it off the counter.

It’s heavier than you’d expected and you almost stumble, catching your balance at just the last moment.

There’s no way, no way you’re letting anything go wrong with this, hell no.

You tuck your purse under your arm as you try to hold the box, making sure to balance it in your hands. The box is so big, it almost obstructs your view and you struggle to see as you proceed to walk out of the store.

You push the door open with your foot and step outside, barely managing to see anything in front of you as you peek through one side of the huge box to see where you’re going.

Out on the street, you keep struggling your way ahead, relying majorly on your other senses to walk, tripping and stumbling a few times.

No matter what though, you are not about to let this box fall from your hands.

You’re almost near your home when suddenly a very familiar voice stops you, one that you’ve unfortunately had to hear more times than you’d have liked to in the past few days.

You peek across the stooping box to look at Gai, standing in front of you with his eyes bright as ever and the evergreen toothy grin pasted across his face.

He also seems to be carrying some bags in his hands, but you don’t bother asking what they are.

Unicorn feathers for his dear rival perhaps. Or berries of immortality handpicked by tiny fairies from the forbidden forests of the Land of Rainbows. Whatever.

“What is it, Gai?” you ask, “I am not exactly in the best state to stand and chat right now” you say, making no efforts to mask your annoyance while struggling to hold the box up as the purse almost slips from your tuck.

“I am so very sorry, Y/n! Please allow me to carry this for you—” he begins, stepping forward as you take a step back, cutting him off.

“That won’t be necessary, Gai.”

You watch a look of confusion flash across his face and then he says, “Well then, I’ll see you at my party, Y/n! Everything is almost—”

“Yes, I am sure that everything is just wonderful.”, you can’t help but snap. You know that he is only trying to make his best friend happy but with each failure, you can’t help feeling more and more bitter towards the man in front of you.

You feel your patience running out as he says “Well, the cake looks wonderful too, Y/n! I can’t wait to—”

“Yeah, yeah” you snap again, cutting him off, not able to bear it any longer. “I have to go, see you later.” You say, sidestepping past him and walking ahead, trying your best to look dignified and not trip on the way.

You hear him call after you “Y/n, Wait! You have something stuck to your—”

But you pick up your pace, ignoring his calls and walking on with your eyes ahead, hearing his voice get fainter and fainter.

Once out of his view, you stop, looking behind to check the back of your dress and sure enough, find your old friend, the used condom sticking to the thin material of your dress.

You hang your head forward, and exhale heavily into the air.

So much for dignified.

Once at home, you place the cake on top of your kitchen counter and run immediately to the bathroom, stripping as you go. The stench emitting from you is truly unbearable and the thought of having a myriad of disgusting, unknown things sticking to your body almost makes you gag.

You turn the tap on and wait for the bathtub to fill up as you take a quick glance into the mirror. You look absolutely terrible. You have dark bags under your eyes from several sleepless nights, your hair is all out of order and you just look completely exhausted. Which, well, you are. But that’ll have to change before the party.

You get your favourite, most expensive body wash down from the shelves, the one that you only use on special occasions or when you need to take a nice long bath to unwind. You uncap the bottle and breathe into its mystic fragrance, smiling to yourself.

Perfect. Kakashi loves this smell.

Next you splash some water on your face, dabbing it dry with a towel before putting on a homemade face mask that always softens your skin and leaves a nice glow.

With the face mask on, you step into the bath, leaning your head back against the edge of the tub with your eyes closed. The warm water engulfs your body, washing away the horrible day, and the stench.

You take a deep breath, inhaling in the fragrance of one of the aromatic candles you lit, and let yourself get into the moment. This is the first time in a week that you have felt truly relaxed and you take time enjoying it. You really, really needed this.

There’s still a few hours to go before the party and you take your sweet time in the shower, washing and scrubbing every part of your body.

You wash your hair, file your nails, put on some nail polish, and lather your entire body with sweet smelling moisturiser.

By the time you get out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, however, you realise that you’re running thirty minutes behind. You got so into the moment that you completely lost track of time.

The clock reads 8:45 and the party is set to start at around 9:15.

You dash to the bedroom, going straight for your wardrobe and racking through all the hangers to find the dress you had in mind for tonight. Sure enough, you cannot find it, so you start yanking each hanger out, throwing them onto the bed one after another. After about seven minutes you find the one you’re looking for, hidden behind clumps of a few other clothes.

You really need to organise your wardrobe, but that’s a thought for later.

You pull out a set of lacy black lingerie from another shelf, a pair that you haven’t worn yet since you were saving it for a special occasion.

You untuck your towel, letting it fall to the ground before slipping into the pair of black underwear. Next you wiggle into your dress, before walking to your dresser to catch a glimpse of yourself.

You smile, looking at your reflection. You have on a red, halter neck floor length dress with a thigh high slit on one leg. It was an impulse buy that you had made on one of your vacations and you recall having worn it only once your twice before.

You turn around in front of the mirror, checking yourself from all angles.

Definitely not bad.

With the clock ticking, you don’t spend further time on admiring yourself and move on to doing your hair and make-up. You brush your hair into a loose low bun, with loose locks of hair hanging by two sides of your face.

You aren’t one for much make-up, so you go for your usual minimal look, with a bit of eyeshadow, some mascara and lip gloss. To add one last touch of dazzle, you put on a pair of silver dangling earrings and then step back, looking at the final result on the mirror.

Your reflection is better than satisfactory, and a grin breaks out on your face.

Kakashi certainly is going to need a moment to catch his breath when he sees this.

Now that you’re ready, you make your way towards the main door, making a mental list of all the things you need to check for before leaving the house.

Keys, wallet, watch, cake.

You repeat the order in your head as you go around the house, locking every cupboard that contains anything valuable and turning the lights of each room off.

You take the keys off the keyholder from the wall before going up to the kitchen counter where the cake is. How you’ll carry this cake and walk wearing a floor length dress and heels is a good question, but you suppose after all that you’ve been through today, this will quite literally be cakewalk.

The smell of the rich chocolate flavour permeating through the box is overwhelming and you resist the urge to sneak a peek.

There’s no harm in sneaking a little peek. Or maybe even in getting a little taste of the icing?

You giggle to yourself like a child as you tug the bow off and keep it carefully to the side before peeling off the single piece of cello tape that’s closing the box shut.

You slowly begin lifting the cardboard lid up, juvenile anticipation rising in your chest as you grow eager to catch a glimpse of the magnificent cake, until the lid is all the way up and—

Sitting there, in front of your eyes, is a humongous, chocolate covered penis cake, complete with a pair of balls and several veins and even tiny hairs drawn delicately with icing. On top of the cake written in cursive, also with icing is “Kakashi your dick”.

You stare at the sight in front of you for a few seconds, having lost the ability to function.

You keep staring, as an inaudible scream leaves your mouth and you feel your legs wobble, your head suddenly spinning as they give way and you feel yourself losing balance, unable to keep yourself standing. Your foot catches the hem of your dress and you hear a clear ‘screeeesh’ as the flimsy material comes ripping on impact, before you fall on the ground.

You sit staring blankly at the ground in shock, your head suddenly completely empty of thoughts, before you find yourself letting out a loud, long coming, screeching scream that almost tears your vocal cords, into the empty house.

Your voice echoes through the walls as you find yourself unable to keep holding the tears back anymore, letting them come as you feel them roll down your cheeks in streams of water, completely messing up your freshly put on make-up.

You sit with your back resting against the kitchen counter, slowly slipping onto the floor before you’re fully horizontal on the cold tiled ground, crumpled up in a screaming, sobbing ball.

You make no efforts to hold back any longer as you catch hold of the ripped part at the hem of your dress and tear it off with a hard yank, using it to wipe the watery snot running down your nose.

Your shoulders heave as you stay on the floor sobbing, a whimper escaping your trembling mouth from time to time.

You lie on the floor crying for you don’t know how long, the clock ticking by behind you as you make no attempts to move.

I give up.

Gai wins.

You tried, you’d gone out of your way, you’d bent over backwards to do everything you could to make Kakashi happy. But despite your best efforts, you couldn’t. You failed. You failed at making him happy. You are a horrible girlfriend and a horrible person. You snapped at Gai and were rude to Mrs. Kimura, who had been trying to help you.

The sobs come harder and you give yourself in to them, your face looking like a wet mess with make-up smeared all over. And your dress… your beautiful red dress…

But that’s not the most important thing on your mind right now.

You recall every single moment from the past two days, letting all the feelings you had pushed to the back of your mind, every single instance where you tried to be strong when you really wanted to scream, flow over and consume you.

Your mind wanders to when you’d placed the order for the cake and you realise… you have no one but yourself to blame for this particular mishap. When you’d shoved the ripped pieces of the poem into your pocket, it must have mixed up with the scrape of paper that had the details of the cake written on it. And like an utter moron, you had handed the paper to the girl without even looking at it. No wonder she had looked at you funny.

And God, Kakashi’s name was on it. He’s the Hokage for God’s sake.

In addition to self-pity and dejection, you feel embarrassment creep in as you recall the conversation you had had with the girl.

The cake reflects the man so the largest one you have of course.

Not only did you embarrass yourself, you also, without even trying, managed to drag Kakashi’s dignity into the grounds by involuntarily disclosing details about his measurements down there to the girl in the bakery.

God what did she even think!?

Another surge of tears overwhelm you as you hide your face into your hands, realising just what you have done.

The veins, I suppose that’s what she meant by “special details”

You bury your face in the cold ground, hoping never to get up again. There’s no way you can ever show your face at the Bakery ever again. Which really sucks because they have the best blueberry muffins in all of the Land of Fire.

You remain lying on the ground for what feels like a lifetime and the tears eventually stop but you feel like trash and your muscles feel weak from all these days of running around and biting off more than you can chew, so you remain on the floor, crumpled into a ball like a snail.

It must be somewhere around 10:30 p.m. when you feel the main door clicking, but you remain in your position, too exhausted to care about anything anymore.

“Y/n!” Kakashi’s voice rings as he enters, almost screaming. “What happened, are you okay?” you hear him as he comes running across the room as soon as he’s inside, crouching by your side to take your face in his hands.

In all the years that you’ve known him, you can count the number of times he’s sounded this alarmed on your fingers.

You study his panicked eyes as you look into them, a sloppy smile spreading through your face. “Kakashi… what’s up, man?”

His brows knit deeper as he takes your state in, your tear streaked, make-up smeared face and your ripped dress. He leans down further and sniffs. “Are you drunk?”

“No, but I should be” you reply, still in the same position as he watches you in utter confusion.

“Y/n, what’s wrong?” he asks, his tone worrisome. You realise he’s breathing fast, like he ran on his way here.

You lift your head off the ground, sitting up and facing him. “The question is, what isn’t wrong?” you say, putting a hand on his shoulder. “And the answer is, nothing. Because everything is completely and utterly wrong.”, you smile again.

You watch his eyes grazing across your face, reading you but saying nothing. He remains quiet, only looking at you, waiting for you to regain sanity.

A few minutes of silence pass before you speak. You let out a sigh before forming the words.

“I’m sorry” you say, taking your face into your hands. “It’s just… I really wanted to make you happy on your birthday, and I failed. Miserably…”

“What are you talking about?” he asks, moving your hands away your face, shock evident in his voice.

You avoid looking at him, shaking your head. “Nothing. I’m just stupid.”

He comes closer, pulling you into his arms as you rest your head on his chest, matching your breaths to the beat of his heart.

Being in his arms feels like being blanketed in a cocoon and you feel a strange feeling of comfort flood over you. You stay that way in silence for a while before you conjure the ability to talk again.

“So…Did you um… go to the party?” you ask against his chest, still in his hold.

“Yes, but you weren’t there, so I came to look for you.” He replies, his chin resting on the top of your head as he speaks.

You feel a strange guilt forming as you wonder how thrown off Gai must have been when you hadn’t shown up.

“And were you surprised?” you ask, making a mental note of apologising to Gai. Temporary rivalry aside, he’s a good friend.

“Well, I knew about this” he says matter-of-factly and you pull back, looking at him. “But there definitely were surprises.”

“You knew about the party?” you ask, your brows furrowing.

“Well, yeah. Gai tried to hire singers and any gathering of such magnitude requires the Hokage’s sanction and I didn’t want him to go through so much trouble so I denied permission and asked the singers to tell him they were booked, but… he found some way around it, I really don’t know how.”

You can’t help letting out a chuckle at this. “Sounds like Gai. He really went all out, huh?”

You watch Kakashi almost shudder. “You should’ve seen what did for the party” he says, shaking his head.

“Were there boa scarves involved….?”

“You don’t want to know.” He says chuckling, and you smile, taking his hand in yours, glad to have him alone at last, even under these circumstances.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I was the one who was supposed to go get you and I got ready” you gesture at your face and your dress,” But then this happened” you say, reaching for the open box lying on the counter with your hand. “Are you ready?”

He looks at you in confusion as you get a hold of the box, carefully bringing it over and placing it in the space between you.

You watch his eyes widen at the sight before he starts laughing and you join in, staring at the humongous edible rendition of a penis in front of you.

“Well, that is one well-endowed cake” he says, tilting his head to get a better look at it.

You sigh. “Ugh. This whole thing turned out to be such a disaster. This is not how it was supposed to be…” you say, looking down at the ground, your face forming into a frown again. ”I just wanted this day to be special and to make you happy”.

His eyes soften as he looks at you. “I AM happy”.

Inside your chest, your heart starts doing somersaults.

“You bring me a lot of hap-penis, Y/n.” he says, looking right into your eyes with a straight face.

“Kakashi, did you just—"you scoff, “This is not funny! Do you know the amount of craziness I’ve had to—” but you trail off, breaking into a fit of laughter yourself. “You’re such an idiot” you say and he smiles, coming closer to you and pulling you into a hug again.

You close your eyes as he whispers into your hair, “You smell nice”.

“Can’t say the same about you,” you reply without missing a beat but do nothing to let go of him.

He laughs into your hair and you feel the muscles of his chest move as he does. “Yeah, I should go take a shower. I ran on the way here.”

“Shouldn’t you get back to the party?” you ask.

“I’m not going back there.”

“But it is your party. As much as I’d like you to stay, you should go, Kakashi.” You say, pulling back from the hug to look at him.

“I did go.” He protests. “Believe me, they won’t miss me if I don’t go back. Gai is 3 sakes down, he can barely tell his right arm from his left, it’s havoc out there.”

You widen your eyes at his words. “3 sakes down? That’s not going to be good” you say, shuddering as you recall this particular memory from a few years ago where you had had the misfortune of witnessing Gai drunk in a bar. The place had taken 2 months to renovate and your entire group was banned from ever setting foot there again.

Kakashi laughs, recalling the same memory. “So, don’t worry. I am going to go take a quick shower and then I’m all yours for the night.” He says, with a twinkle in his eyes.

You smile at him and for the first time this evening, it doesn’t feel like a chore.

“Wait, let’s cut the cake before you go, it’s been sitting out for too long” you say, getting up with the box in your hands as Kakashi follows.

You come around to the counter, placing the box on top and looking for a knife as he comes behind you, standing with an arm around your waist as he laughs at the sight of the cake again.

“Well thanks to this, everyone in the village is probably going to know now that their Hokage is packing” you say, before proceeding to take the cake out of the box and placing it on a tray.

“Yeah, I had been thinking of ways to get out of this Hokage job for a long time and I think you gave me the perfect reason to resign.” He says as you hand him the knife, chortling.

He remains standing beside you with an arm on your back as he makes the first cut on the cake, and you watch thick white molten cream come spilling out onto the tray.

“Oh my god” you exclaim, laughing in fits as he cuts a slice and holds it out near your mouth.

You open your mouth and let him feed you and cut one of the 'balls' of the cake before holding it out to him. “Open wide” you say, before feeding him the slice as both of you try not choking on your laughter.

He looks at you with those eyes again, before dipping his index finger in a bit of the cream and smearing it on both your cheeks and your nose, before leaning forward and kissing the areas, licking them away.

“Thank you, Y/n” he says and you see the same look from earlier reflected in his eyes.

You lean forward and place a kiss on his mouth, the one you couldn’t earlier.

“Alright, I’ll go take a shower.” He says, kissing your cheek again before turning around to head towards the bathroom. Halfway through, he turns around to call out. “Oh and I found a package addressed to you at the doorstep? I kept it by the couch” he says, before turning back and disappearing down the hallway.

A package? What could that be?

Confusion looms over you as you walk up by the couch, inspecting the package in your hand. It looks big and heavy.

You crouch down, unpacking it slowly and find a note attached. You keep the note aside and open the package first and inside, you find a projector, complete with a roll up screen and a manual guide, and a DVD copy of Icha Icha Paradise.

You pick up the note, holding it in front of you.

Dear Y/N,

Please accept this small gift for me, as a token of apology and gratitude for all that you’ve done for me over the years.

But remember that the best gift a man can have is the company of the woman he loves.

My best wishes to Kakashi and my love to both you.

Akari Kimura

You hold the little note close against your chest and feel your eyes welling up, but not out of frustration or sadness this time. You smile to yourself and make a mental note to personally deliver a bouquet of flowers to Mrs. Kimura tomorrow.

But right now, something else plays in your head as you suddenly recall a line from that paragraph of Icha Icha Paradise.

His engorged fleshy sword slipped into her moist tenderness, thrumming deep and hard into her honeypot as the petals of her flower bloomed to welcome him into the humble abode between her legs. Their dewy bodies heaved, as if dancing to a melody written only for them and they became one, in a sacred union of love and lust, as they made love under the sparkling stars of the beautiful night sky.

Sparkling stars of the beautiful night sky.

Your face breaks into a massive grin and you stand swiftly up on your feet and dash towards the bedroom.

You pull out some sheets, a pair of comforters from the storage cupboard and run to your backyard, piling them all on the grass before making a quick dash back into the bedroom and coming back with some pillows and cushions.

You lay the sheets and the comforter carefully on the grass, before throwing the pillows on top.

You hurry back to the living room next, carrying the box containing all the things out into the backyard and set up everything one by one, with the help of the manual. You connect the projector to the DVD player you had in your house already and set up the screen on the two metal stands in front of the makeshift bed on the grass.

You make another quick dash inside your house, making sure Kakashi is still in the shower. You hear some movement behind the door and you yell “Don’t come out now!” before getting some twinkling string lights you have from the store room.

“What do you mean don’t come out? I’m done, I need to get dressed” you hear him yell back from the other side, followed by the sound of the bathroom lock clicking as you run to the door just in time, the string lights still in your hand, and lock the door from outside. “Don’t come out until I say so!”

You hear him utter a confused “What?” but you’re already off, out in the backyard again. You wrap the string lights around, in bushes and trees and clothing wires, before turning them on.

A dim yellow light fills your backyard, flooding the entire place with a warm cosy aura.

You look around to your creation, satisfied with the results and let out a big grin, thanking Mrs. Kimura in your heart.

She’s right. The best thing you can do for Kakashi is to simply be there for him, and spend time with him. You got so wrapped up in thinking about doing things to make him happy, that you forgot that it doesn’t matter what you do, as long as the two of you are together.

Kakashi loves you and you know you make him happy, regardless of whether or not you make any grand gesture on his birthday.

But that being said, it certainly doesn't hurt to do a little something for him, as long as you don't get too carried away with it to the point that it almost kills you.

The realisation soothes you and you feel a long-standing burden slowly crumble in your heart as you start to feel lighter, your spirits lifting up.

You hum to yourself as you make your last trip into the house, gathering some of the food you had picked out at the market that day but didn’t fit into the picnic basket. You pull out an old bottle of wine from the refrigerator, filling up two glasses and carrying it outside to the backyard.

Laying it all beside the sheets, you make your way back towards the bathroom and stand outside, facing the door.

“Kakashi?” you call in a soft voice.

“Yeah? Can I come out now? What are you even doing?” he calls back as you smile to yourself at the sound of his voice.

“How well do you know Icha Icha Paradise?”

“All the lines by heart, can we have this conversation when I’m not standing near a commode?” he calls out impatiently as you laugh again.

You reach behind and pull on the strings of your halter-neck tied at the back of your neck, feeling the top of the dress fall to your hips in one swift motion. You slide the rest down your hips, letting it pool near your feet as you step out of it, standing in front of the door in your lacy black lingerie.

“All the lines?” you ask again, your voice teasing.

“Yes”, he replies and you hear him about to start another sentence as you unlock the door, pushing it open. “We’ll test that.” You say, looking into his eyes as you watch him look at you like he just got an electric shock through his veins.

You gaze at him, standing there in a white towel with his hair wet, droplets of water still trickling down his torso as you feel something stir inside you and you smile, not taking your eyes off him.

He still stands there looking frozen as you step forward, and take his hand in yours, even the touch of his fingers against yours suddenly sending a shiver through you.

“I, uh… You look… I’m—” you hear him fumble nervously, visibly shocked as you cut him off.

“Just like the main heroine of Icha Icha, yes” You say in your calmest voice, tugging at his hand, a mischievous smile playing on your lips as he steps out of the bathroom, still looking at you as if he’s not sure you’re real. You pull him by his hand, slowly leading him down the hallway, all the way out into the backyard, knowing that nothing is going to come in your way this time.

You catch a glimpse of the clock as you lead him outside, and see that it’s almost midnight and soon it’s not going to be his birthday anymore but right now, you don’t care.

You don’t care if it’s not his birthday anymore, or if you don’t have rose petals, expensive champagne or a delicious meal cooked.

You don’t care that you couldn’t give him the perfect birthday gift, or that he’s already watched this movie multiple times before.

You don’t even care that all your previous attempts had failed, that even after breaking your back trying to do things for Kakashi, you couldn’t pull a single thing off.

All that you care about, is the fact that he’s here with you.

In the end, it all worked out just fine, better than you could have ever dreamt of.

But what matters most is the fact that you’re together, and you make each other happy, and nothing else in the world could ever be more special, or a greater gift than that.

Just her and him in their own little world, entangled in each other’s arms, laughing the night away and making sweet love under the stars. (Last Line, Icha Icha Paradise)

Notes:-

I tried my best to proof read but since it's really long, I may have missed some things. So if you find any spelling mistakes or any words missing or anything that seems out of place, please do not hesitate to let me know!

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depressedhatakekakashi · 6 months

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Raikou Rescue

Pokemon AU: Legendary

Words:

Characters: Hatake Kakashi

His lungs screamed in agony.

Every breath he took burned down his throat.

All he wanted to do was stop beside the nearest tree and vomit, but he refused to give up. The goal was to reach Goldenrod City before Gai and no amount of pain would stop him from achieving it.

“Jol!” jumping over a fallen tree, he grunted when he landed, the last bit of wind left in his lungs being shoved out and leaving him gasping for breath. “Joleon!” His partner Pokemon came up to his side and nudged her head against his arm, her eyes full of concern as she watched him.

“I’m fine,” he gasped, falling into a coughing fit as soon as the words had left his mouth. Every breath he sucked in felt like a ball of fire traveling down his throat, burning the already tender skin.

He wanted to say more, but it was impossible. Every time he tried to speak he fell into another fit of coughs, and even when he wasn’t coughing he was struggling just to get some much-needed air into his lungs.

“Kakashi!” Gai’s voice called out from a distance. “Kakashi, where are you!?”

He’d fallen so far behind that Gai had lost sight of him.

Winning was no longer a possibility, and with that knowledge, he closed his eyes and tried to focus on slowing his breathing. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried it just continued to burn.

‘Is this because of the lake?’ he thought to himself. ‘Try and do a good deed and your reward is getting sick.’

He wanted to be angry. To kick the ground and scream about how unfair it was. All he’d done was save a phony from drowning in the river they were walking beside yesterday. Doing something good should have been punished with such sickness that he felt like his entire respiratory system had been lit on fire.

“Jolteon!” Cracking an eye open, he glanced down at his Jolteon. At first, he’d thought she was still trying to call out to him, but now that he could see her it was clear that was not the case. Instead of standing at his side staring up at him, she was in front of him with her attention focused on the area in front of them.

She was calling out to Gai, trying to lead him back to Kakashi.

“Hey,” he croaked, his fingers reaching out toward Jolteon. He wanted to thank her for her work and to assure her that he would be fine. That he just needed a second to catch his breath and then they’d be off again, running through the trees toward their next gym challenge.

He didn’t get the chance, though.

Before the words could form in his mind, his brain went into full mental shutdown mode. The world around him went black, his eyes slid closed, and his knees gave out. In just a second he went from fighting for a breath to crashing toward the ground.

Thankfully, the landing was a lot softer than he expected.

Rather than colliding with rock-hard ground, he felt himself falling into what he could only describe as a furry pillow. Just before he completely checked out of consciousness he heard Jolteon crying out, but this time it didn’t sound like a cry of worry.

If he had to guess, it was a cry of thanks.

A comforting sound to hear as he slipped into unconsciousness.

Opening his eyes was the biggest mistake Kakashi had ever made in his life.

It was worse than the time he’d taken a wild squirtles headbutt straight to the chest to protect his rockruff or the time he’d gotten between a Root operative’s fist and Gai’s face. The paint he’d felt those times had been significant, but the headache that erupted in his skull when the light first shone on his eyes was excruciating.

“Here,” Suddenly the light disappeared, and a cool, damp cloth was draped over his eyes. “Better?”

“Yes,” he croaked, his throat dryer than dessert sand.

“Good,” in the next second a glass was pressed against his lips, and without a second's hesitation he began to drink. The cool liquid stung when it first touched his painfully dry throat, but after a few small sips the moisture began to feel refreshing and sips turned to large gulps as he tried to get in as much water as he could. “Do you remember what happened?”

Taking one last, large gulp, he sighed as the glass was retracted. Now that he didn’t feel like he’d swallowed a handful of sand, he found it a bit easier to think. The memories came to him slowly at first, but then Jolteon’s voice called out from beside him and unlocked his last few moments like a key twisting open the lock on a door.

“I couldn’t breathe,” he whispered. “Gai and I were racing to Goldenrod City and,” suddenly the distinct lack of Gai’s cheerful voice echoing in the room became very obvious. “Gai,” a sense of panic began to wrap itself around his heart. “Where is Gai?”

“Calm down,” the voice instructed in a soothing tone. “It’s the middle of the night. Your friend is sleeping in the chair next to your bed.”

He wanted to lift the cloth off of his face and check, to make sure that he wasn’t being lied to, but the thought of exposing his eyes to that blinding light again made his head ache in protest.

“Now, continue.”

“Well,” thinking back to his last moments of consciousness, he sighed. “Jolteon was calling to Gai. I think he was running back to me, but everything went black all of a sudden and I fell.”

A sigh was the response he received, leaving him wondering if he’d failed to include something important in his explanation. “That does match up with what your friend said,” the other person muttered. “It just doesn’t make sense.”

“That I passed out?”

“No, that part makes sense,” they assured him. “You had a pretty bad fever when you got here and you’ve been coughing up a lung in your sleep.”

Coughing. That was hard to believe as he hadn’t felt the urge to cough at all since he’d woken up, but he wasn’t going to be the person who argued with someone who’d been taking care of him the entire time he was unconscious.

They were the ones who’d have to deal with his apparent coughing fits, not him.

“What’s confusing is why Raikou chose to bring you here.”

“Raikou?”

His question was greeted with what sounded like a rather annoyed huff. “Your friend had the same response. Do you two really not know about Raikou?”

“Is it a Pokemon?” he asked, determined to understand why the other person was so offended by his confusion.

“Not just any Pokemon,” they insisted. “Raikou is a legendary. One of the three legendary beasts.”

Even with the additional information, there was no information Kakashi could pull up from his memory banks to fill in the gap. He and Gai had been in Johto for just over a month and in that short amount of time they had heard nothing about the ‘three legendary beasts’.

“You’re not from here, are you?”

“No,” he confirmed. “We’re from Kanto.”

“That makes more sense,” a hand touched Kakashi’s forehead without warning, and he immediately pulled back. “Calm down. I’m just trying to check your temperature.” the hand touched his forehead again, but this time he held still. It wasn’t comfortable having someone he didn’t know touching him, but so far they’d done nothing but help him so causing a scene seemed rather rude. There was also the fact that causing a scene would likely wake Gai up, and Kakashi was certain he needed the sleep.

“So…” his thoughts swirled around the things his companion had just said, refusing to focus on anything else no matter how much he tried to forget about it. “Raikou, was it? Does it not make a habit of saving people in trouble?”

“Not at all,” they snorted. “Raikou, as well as the other two legendary beasts Suicune and Entei, prefer to keep to themselves. Even just to see them is considered lucky around her, so to be rescued by one of them is, well, Raikou must have seen something in you that it liked.”

Something in him that it liked.

There wasn’t a lot Kakashi could think of that any human or Pokemon would like about him, but Legendary Pokemon were often strange when it came to humans. He’d never expected Zapdos, one of the legendary birds of Kanto, to swoop in and battle with him when he’d had all of his Pokemon stolen from the Pokecentre, but it had happened.

Legendary Pokemon seemed to like him for some strange reason.

“What kind of Pokemon is it?” he asked, cringing when the cloth was lifted off of his eyes and the light shone down on him once again. The headache came raging back with a vengeance, but it was only a few short seconds before a new cloth replaced the old one.

“An electric type,” the answer came as he placed a hand over the cloth and pressed down. The cool water did nothing to ease the pounding headache, but it did feel nice against his burning skin. “Which, judging by the little one by your side-”

“Jol!” If he could see, Kakashi was certain that he’d be witnessing his Jolteon standing with her fur sticking out in all directions. It was the stance she always took when someone dared to insult her with cutsie words.

“Sorry, sorry,” they chuckled. “What I was saying was just that Raikou might have seen the electric Pokemon at your side and decided to help for that reason.”

“Because I have an electric Pokemon?” he frowned. It seemed reasonable but made no sense. Very few Pokemon, in his experience, judged a trainer based on which Pokemon they had at their side. If they had an opportunity to chat with the trainers Pokemon, maybe, but that wasn’t the case with Raikou.

From what he recalled, Raikou had simply swooped in as he passed out and caught him before he fell face-first into the dirt.

“That or it took one look at you and decided it liked you,” his companion snorted. “Which, let’s face it, sounds ridiculous.”

It did. Kakashi would be lying if he said it wasn’t one of the most ridiculous things he’d ever heard. Most Pokemon were weary around humans, but Legendary Pokemon were even more so. As the other person had stated, seeing a Legendary was considered good luck. They rarely allowed themselves to be viewed by humans, and if they did it was for short bursts of time.

Never long enough to carry a person from one location to another.

“An electric legendary,” he whispered, starting to wonder if it was just that electric and dog Pokemon instinctively trusted him. Most Pokemon seemed to like him, but no matter where he went it seemed like electric and dog Pokemon flocked to him.

Even the legendaries.

“Its fur was soft,” he whispered, recalling the gentle feeling of Raikou’s fur tickling his skin. “Like a pillow. It must take really good care of itself.”

“Of course it does,” the comment was answered with an annoyed grunt. “Raikou is a dog Pokemon. Dogs take great care of themselves.”

Kakashi sat up in bed when he heard that. “A dog?”

“Yes, a dog,” his companion huffed. “What about it?”

“Raikou is a dog?” he asked again, excitement quickly turning to adrenaline as the cloth fell off of his face and landed with a wet plop on his legs. “An electric dog?”

“Yes?”

The headache was still there, but Kakashi couldn’t bring himself to care at that moment. He was too excited. Too focused on the thought of meeting the great electric dog Pokemon that had saved him from eating dirt.

“Oh no,” a hand came down on his shoulder and shoved him back into the bed. “If you want to go chasing after Raikou you’re going to have to wait.”

“But-”

“No,” snatching the cloth off of his lap, they laid it over his eyes once more. “At least let the fever break before you go running out searching for a Pokemon that’s no doubt long gone by now. Raikou brought you here to heal, and I will not be the one facing down a legendary Pokemon because the idiot it brought to my door decided to be reckless with his health.”

All he had to do was recover, and then he could go chasing after the legendary Pokemon that had saved him. Goldenrod City would have to wait a bit longer, but he was certain that Gai would forgive him for pushing back a Gym challenge in favor of finding a legendary.

It was a new adventure. Gai never said no to new adventures.

#Pokemon AU #Hatake Kakashi #AU-Tober #AU-Tober 2023

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bougiebutchbitch · 2 years

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Team Seven thoughts

Naruto, Sakura and Sasuke are the only ones in the world beside Gai and Tenzou (and Obito but shhh) who know that if Kakashi's injured or exhausted, stroking his hair or his back REALLY HELPS HIM get out of battle mode.

Like, one time he collapsed but was still conscious. The kids were giggling because 'OH SENSEI'S DEFENCELESS LET'S SEE IF HIS HAIR IS AS FLOOFY AS IT LOOKS' (spoilers: it absolutely is). But Kakashi was flat-out, hardly able to move, and FREAKING THE FUCK OUT.

He's painfully weak and immobilised, and just got out of a major fight! The enemies are dead - but what if there are more of them coming? It'd be fine if he was by himself - he'd just crawl into a hidey hole and wait it out - but his team are with him, his kids, and he has to protect them -

Anyway, he's too tense to rest, even if he knows the danger has passed.

UNTIL Naruto makes good on his threats and starts stroking his hair.

Kakashi gears up to snap at him ("Naruto - seriously - ")

...But he only gets halfway through before the words trail off and his eyes go all droopy.

Because.

Ooh.

Head strokey.

Mm.

Naruto, the absolute menace, is observant only when it’s least convenient to Kakashi. He notices. And grins, doubling his efforts to massage Kakashi’s head, kneading at him like a cat.

"You should really shut your sharingan, sensei," grumbles Sakura. She sinks criss-cross-applesauce next to Naruto and adds her little hand to the two already buried in his hair. "You know it drains your chakra. It'd be so much easier if you can walk to the hospital once we reach Konoha, rather than needing us to drag you."

Quite the bossy little medic already, isn't she? Kakashi's half-tempted to disobey out of spite.

Mostly though, he wants to growl that they should stay vigilant. With him down for the count they're vulnerable. Can't they see? They all need to be on their guard, watching for danger, protecting each other because he can’t protect them -

Sure, the kids’ touch sends soothing flickers of sensation across his scalp. Sure, the sun peeks out from behind the clouds, and birdsong twitters all around them, wildlife returning to the gash their battle carved in the forest. The enemies’ blood soaks slowly into the earth.

Everything seems nice and cheerful and safe, but Kakashi has never put much trust in seems. He can barely move his fingers, but he keeps them curled around the hilt of his kunai, regardless.

Until Sasuke edges closer.

He sinks into a squat on Kakashi’s other side. Glaring out into the trees.

"She's right," he says (they all have the decency to ignore Sakura’s flush). "Shut your sharingan."

So rude. Never any respect for his poor old sensei. Not that his other two kids are any better.

Kakashi couldn’t defend himself from their ministrations even if he wanted to; his limbs are lead, weighing him down. His head, in contrast, is full of light fluffy foam, from where Naruto does his best to mould his hair into devil horns, giggling all the while. It’s so tempting to listen. So tempting...

Sasuke sweetens the deal by adding: "I didn't expend much chakra - I'm keeping watch. There are no hostiles for as far as my senses can stretch."

Ah. A status report. Those, Kakashi is familiar with.

He knows he shouldn't trust the words of his little genin (knows they're his responsibility to keep safe). But Sakura is scowling at Naruto and doing her utmost to fix the utter mess he's making of his hair, and Naruto is cackling as he makes it even worse (where did he get the hairbands from?? Kakashi doesn’t know, but he’s already resigned himself to pigtails).

“C’mon, Sasuke,” Naruto stage-whispers, ruffling the springy white spikes. “You gotta touch it. It’s so fluffy...”

Sasuke rolls his eyes to the heavens. Crosses his arms. Scowls at the entire world, but especially the three other members of his team. Then he turns to sit facing half-away, reaches out one hand, and gives Kakashi's head the tiniest, most grudging pat.

Finally, fucking finally, Kakashi lets himself relax. Tension draining from his blood-stained hands, from between the discs in his spine. When his kunai slithers from his fingers, he lets it fall.

His kids are okay. They all survived the fight. They're here, and they're uninjured, and they're taking advantage of his enfeebled condition to pet his fucking head like he's one of his ninken. Kakashi doesn’t mind nearly as much as he should.

His left eye drifts shut. His right eye follows.

He has no idea the horrors his squad are going to wreak on his hair, but that’s a problem for tomorrow’s Kakashi. Everything is.

For now, he dulls his senses down until the only thing he can feel is the three tiny hands on his head. Not quite sleeping, but permitting himself to doze. Knowing that so long as his kids are by his side and practicing amateur hairstyling, all of Team Seven are safe.

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kashi-prompts · 3 years

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Rating: M

Pairing: None! Maybe Kakashi x Gai? As friends or lovers, you choose.

Genre: Angst. Just angst. Maybe some fluff.

WARNING: This work contains themes such as drug abuse and suicide. If you are uncomfortable with these topics, I would recommend skipping this prompt <3

A/N: For the lovely @kakashiswilloffire <3 I hope its not too similar to my other one or just cringy or boring or something??

Prompt below the cut!

Most days, the insufferable, poignant metal smell of blood would wash away after the hot water hit his body. The gory memento of his last mission under his fingernails would be stripped away by scrubbing his scalp. The water would filter from clear to crimson as it sucked itself down the drain at his feet.

Oftentimes, the metallic aroma of bloodshed would still visit him, taunting his thoughts as though he hadn't washed it away. It wasn't his blood that he was smelling. It was someone else's. Someone who was no longer living or breathing on this earth- someone who was now buried deep under a mound of soil thanks to him. Still, he would ignore the odor, hoping it was just the heightened sense of smell that was both a blessing and a curse to his five senses.

His feet brought him through the village as the sun began to set. Deep within him, he felt an empty, familiar feeling. Like a hole that he was never sure could be filled with anything except self-loathing and hatred for himself. He was angry - angry with his father for dying, angry with Minato for dying, angry with himself - for Rin, for Obito. He felt empty—the numbing feeling of bereavement and angst overpowering him.

"Want one?" he heard, looking up. One muted grey eye sought out the voice, settling on a waistcloth marked "fire" at his eye level. Looking up, the Hokage's son offered him a cigarette while the silver-haired shinobi sat on the stone bench, deep in thought.

"You look like you had a rough day," Asuma noted dismally, the long tobacco stick perched between his two yellowing fingers.

"I'm fine," Kakashi responded pointedly, waving a dismissive hand and looking away.

"Rough mission?" the Sarutobi asked, replacing the offered token to his pocket. He lit the cigarette that hung from his lips.

Kakashi shrugged, leaning forward to place his elbows on his knees. He felt so much older than the man standing next to him. Asuma was experienced, but the type of experiences differed from black to white. To guard and protect was a prestigious claim on the title of shinobi - but the conquest to slaughter agitators of your village as your primary delegation was altogether something different.

A wif of blood suddenly stroked the 19-year-olds masked nose. His eye widened, covertly searching for the source. His arm tingled, reminiscent of how it would feel after pumping it with chakra to forge a Chidori. Asuma stood beside him, deaf to the flash of trauma that flowed like a movie roll effortlessly through Kakashi's mind.

Swallowing, he stood from the stone bench abruptly, a bead of sweat trickling down from his hairline to his spine.

"You alright?" Asuma questioned, regarding his friend with curiosity and concern.

"Yeah, I have things to do," Kakashi told him, wiping his clammy hands on the fabric of his pants quickly. Panic rose in him, yet he couldn't pin why. Maybe it was the rush of adrenaline that suddenly pumped through his veins. The feeling of being in combat sending signals to his brain, yet the air around him stood peaceful and still.

"You sure you don't want one?" Asuma prodded, offering the cigarette in his hand. Kakashi looked away, bothered by the question yet again. Yet, the smell of blood still lingered, and the source seemed unknown. Did he imagine it?

Taking a step to walk past his friend, he caught a wif of the cloud of nicotine enveloping the dark-haired man beside him. Kakashi peaked up, observing the cigarette between Asuma's lips captivatingly. The smell vanished, whether in his own mind or not. Exhaling, his eyes met Asuma's.

"Yeah, I'll take one."

*****

The pain crept up his leg again, unrelenting and all-consuming. The aftershocks of the injury seemed to shake him more than it had the moment his leg had shattered two months earlier on a mission. This time, the discomfort woke him from his sleep.

"Shit," Kakashi sneered, clutching the top of his shin. The cast had been removed a week ago, yet the gnawing pain seemed to reappear every 6 hours.

"It'll go away eventually," the med-nin had told him. Having been irritated by how long he was out of work, he didn't care about the discomfort at that time. He only wanted to return to missions. To have some self-worth pump into him at the satisfaction of completing a task successfully. But somehow, the pain seemed to be getting worse.

Reaching towards his nightstand through the dark, he blindly grasped for the bottle of pills he kept near him. His finger touched it, knocking it to the ground and rolling underneath his bed. Curses filled the quiet bedroom as he yanked his sheets off and knelt on the hardwood floor. Dust and food wrappers cluttered the underside of his mattress.

"What the fu-" he gritted his teeth, wildly searching for the bottle beneath the mattress frame. Finally, he grasped it and pulled it back to him. Looking down at the label, he read it carefully to himself again in the light of the streetlamp outside his window.

"Take two pills three times a day as needed."

Kakashi considered the instructions, reminding himself of the ache in his leg that didn't seem to go away as time went on.

Perhaps doubling it would help.

*****

The second refill was easy to obtain. But now, only four pills remained of it after only one week.

"I need a refill," the silver-haired jounin leader requested. His expression remained blank as he set the bottle down in front of the med-nin.

Carefully, the woman picked up the bottle, examining the man's name on the label.

Hatake Kakashi

DOB: September 15

Acetaminophen + Oxycodone 500mg

"You refilled this prescription last week, Hatake-san," the woman explained carefully.

"I know," Kakashi replied sharply, "that's why I'm here. I need a refill."

"That's not how this works," she stressed to him gently, "You can only refill a prescription after a certain period of time has passed. You shouldn't have to refill this prescription for another two weeks."

"Are you going to help me or not?"

"I'm sorry I c-"

Long gloved fingers snatched the bottle from the woman's hand, glowering at the nurse. The four remaining pills shook against the bottle as he shoved it back in his pocket.

"Fine," he said cooly, his demeanor changing suddenly. "Have a great day."

It was at that moment that Kakashi knew he was still in control. Even if this mediocre woman behind the counter wouldn't provide him the bare minimum he needs to function without pain, then he would just have to obtain it himself.

****

And he did. Scouting out the perimeter of the hospital was easy for such an elite shinobi. He sat in the trees, watching certain staff members come and go as the day grew to evening. He knew he had to report soon, but this was more important. The persistent ache in his leg only worsened as the 6-hour window crept closer.

As dusk came upon him, he knew he had to make a move soon. The longer he sat and watched, the more time he wasted. As the sun hit the treeline, the ache in his leg crept up into his hip, a deep spasm that throbbed every nerve ending in his thigh. He could sense his irritability rooting deeper into his body, a tree of impatience and rage that had only freshly sprouted to life.

It didn't take him very long to sweep his body through an open window, covertly walking through the halls as though he belonged there in his usual jounin attire. He was merely visiting someone, was the intention he hoped to emanate towards the occupied staff. Not even when he slid his shoulders through the medication room door did anyone notice.

Too easy, he thought as he left through the hospital's front door that evening. The street lamps were on now, illuminating the sidewalk as his sandaled feet took him back home with a heavy relief over his body. He hadn't wasted any time popping the higher than recommended dose into his mouth, taking a sip of water from the hospital's drinking fountain, and swallowing them with a flick of his tongue.

Although, as his bottle of newly filled pills rattled in his pocket and the effects of the pain reliever set in, he was beginning to feel groggy. He looked around, the world seeming like a strange, almost foreign place to him. Kakashi shook his head, irritated by the unwanted secondary effect of the drug.

"Kakashi!" wind of a sigh left his lungs at the boisterous voice of Might Gai waving from the Dango building nearby. Kakashi looked up, his eyebrows already knitted close together in annoyance.

"I haven't seen you all day!" his friend smiled, trailing the jounin leader as he continued past the shop. One grey eye had caught sight of Asuma and Kurenai sitting in the Dango shop behind Gai's excited gaze. That was more than enough of a deterrent for the silver-haired ANBU leader.

"Where are you going?" Gai asked, tapping his shoulder. Kakashi swept his body back, slapping Gai's dark hand off his shoulder. His nose scrunched as he clenched his jaw. The sound of rattling tablets in a plastic container filled the air between them as it fell onto the concrete below.

Gai's eyes settled on the bottle; his hand lifted right where he had left it to touch his friends shoulder.

"What is that?" Gai asked quizzically, "Isn't your leg healed?"

"Didn't I tell you to leave me alone?" Kakashi demanded, picking the bottle up and shoving it back in his pocket.

"Kakashi," Asuma's voice rang between them, his thick body appearing behind Gai's shoulder, "how have you been?"

"Fine," Kakashi answered sharply, thankful for the distraction away from the incident that just occurred. Yet, Gai's eyes remained on his friend's.

"Why don't you join us for some treats?" Kurenai smiled at Asuma's arm.

"I'm fine, thank you," Kakashi replied forcefully. "I have to go."

Turning quickly, Kakashi continued away from his friends, cursing himself for not putting the pills in his back pouch rather than his flimsy pocket. The irritation caused his head to hurt, his jaw clenching and flexing near his ears.

Reaching in, he took another pill dry.

*****

3 Weeks Later

Dragging himself back into his apartment, Kakashi's whole body ached. His mind spun in the delirium of the mission he had just finished. The grime and sweat that coated his body caused his skin to sting miserably as he stripped from his uniform. He kicked his pants off, the mingling scent of blood and dirt enveloping his studio flat.

The mission had not been successful.

Nor had anything else in Kakashi's life over the last two months.

The bottle of pain meds had dwindled quicker than the shinobi had anticipated. He had mapped out and predicted that he wouldn't need to loot the medical offices again for another few weeks. Yet, when he had upped the dosage again, the pain in his body overwhelming, he hadn't thought of his next move to obtain more pain killers. He had only wanted the ache, and now the intense sense of withdrawal, to stop.

That had been last week. Now, his bottom drawer was filled with pain medications that should easily last him another month. And yet, as Kakashi slithered his body over to his nightstand, he couldn't help but 5, one extra than usual.

The relief washed over him as the shower water flooded his body, washing away the painful reminder of a lost comrade from his 5-day extended mission as Captain. He had been responsible for those people, yet the way his mind had been functioning lately, it felt as though he was in a constant fog. Never as sharp as he had been before. But if he didn't take the medication, his body felt like it would die all on its own. Intense nausea, fatigue, and body aches were enough to keep him upping the dosages to keep the symptoms at bay.

Placing his silver hair against the linoleum tile of his shower, he felt the hot water hitting his back, sliding down his spine in such a delicate matter that it felt trancing. In his mind, flashes of the mission consumed him.

"Senpai, I think it would be best if I-" Yūgao leaned forward, her mask shielding her brown eyes that stared worriedly at the Captain.

"I know what's best," Kakashi had warned harshly at the girl, looking over at her through his porcelain mask.

It hadn't been long before his arrogance and untimely planning had caused Yūgao to perish. The blade that snuck through her chest at his hand was enough to rile his thoughts into more vivid flashbacks of Rin for days.

He hadn't meant to hurt her. She should have known to move away from his target. Yet his arrogance to finish things himself caught up with him, intervening with her battle. He thought she was in danger, but as they carried her body back to the village, his teammate had alluded that she could have handled it herself. He could have just let it be. The fog of his brain distorted reality once more.

Surely, he would lose his rank as Captain in the morning.

As the steam of the shower surrounded him now, he tried to think of another plan that could have changed the outcome, but his mind remained in a fog. He couldn't think straight, and the usual relief his body felt from the pain meds quick-acting behavior didn't seem to curb the ruthless thoughts in the swamp of his mind.

A fist slammed against the tiles, sending water splashing back in his face. Kakashi gritted his teeth, tears mingling with the drips of water hitting his body from the showerhead. He thought of Rin, the way his hand had so easily penetrated her chest, like butter. To take someone's life meant nothing to him when they didn't mean anything to him. Yet, the thought of losing a comrade under his watch at his hand caused resentment and anger to rise in his throat.

As he toweled himself off, his jaw clenched tight as he looked at himself in the mirror. Slipping a shirt and pants on, he noticed Yūgao's blood that hadn't washed off from a spot on his hair where he had missed. An illusion of more blood on his hands startled him. He swore loudly, his arm aggressively launching his toiletries off the counter and onto the floor as hate flooded him. The sound of glass breaking and items rolling off the tiled floor into the hardwood of his living space were deaf to him as he continued to sob angrily.

"I can't," he managed to himself, "I can't anymore."

He thought of his father. The way he had passed away. Kakashi had been there to find him. Who would be there to find Kakashi? Who would want to know where such a loathsome bastard was. Someone who had no emotions and killed his friends. Someone who relied so heavily on pain medications that he could no longer function. How could he stop now? How would he explain where he got the medicine from? He couldn't.

Four more, he thought. Four more pills would do the trick. Nine pills all together. If it didn't kill him, at least it would let him sleep. Sleep enough where he is so heavily sedated that the memories of his life didn't roll through his mind like some terror film on replay.

Dad.

Obito.

Rin.

Minato.

Yūgao.

Dad.

Obito.

Rin.

Minato.

Yūgao.

Dad...

Obito...

Rin...

The pain was unbearable.

****

The shine of a bowl cut entered Kakashi's apartment building late that night. His footsteps echoed in the hallway as he jogged up the stairway to his friend's apartment. Something deep within Leaf's Blue Beast was disturbed that evening.

The news of Yūgao's death had swept through the village like the bristles parachutes of a dandelion in the early spring. Everyone who had an interest already knew, and they also knew why.

"Ah, Kakashi," one shinobi had said upon hearing the news, "that's why they call him 'friend-killer-Kakashi.'"

Gai knew Kakashi wouldn't have hurt the girl on purpose, let alone a comrade. Yet, the way his friend had been acting recently, he wasn't sure what was going on. The increased irritability, hostility, avoidance, and deceptiveness in Kakashi's personality bothered the jounin to his core.

He wasn't sure where his feet would take him, but he knew he had to talk to his silver-haired friend. Even if he didn't want to, which he was sure he wouldn't, he needed to know if his long-time pal was recuperating okay.

Apartment 343. He hadn't been here in a while. At least for a few months now, if not longer. The dark-haired shinobi woefully thought of his friend's deteriorating demeanor.

Cold-blooded Kakashi, Gai recollected lamentably. He knocked on the door, waiting for an answer. Time passed as he shoved his hands in his green uniform, rolling forward on the balls of his heels. He paused and knocked again. Nothing.

"Kakashi?" Gai banged on the door, determined to get his friend's attention. He had had enough of the copy-ninja's behavior. Another bang and no one answered.

Finally, Gai knelt, reaching for the doormat that protected Kakashi's apartment key. If it wasn't there, he was home. As Gai lifted the mat, only dust and dirt resided beneath.

****

The incessant banging at his door sounded like a far-off drum beating- a sound that tuned in and out in the wavering radio channels of his mind. He couldn't move his body, and he had no desire to. Reality was distant, and his limbs were numb. There were no troubling thoughts that slithered through his mind like a garden snake in the grass. It was only peace.

****

"Kakashi?" Gai called out, the door smashed open off its hinge behind him. His black eyes settled on his friend, laying placid on his bed. The copy-ninja's hair was still wet from his shower, plastered to his forehead with specks of dirt and blood that he had neglected to wash away.

"Kakashi!" Gai rushed over, kneeling beside his bed and slapping the pale face of his friend. "Kakashi! Wake up!"

His lips were blue, and his skin clammy.

"Kakashi, what happened, my friend? Are you okay? Why didn't-"

The bottle of pills beside Kakashi's bed laid strewed on the floor, catching his eye. Reaching down, Gai picked up the bottle and read the label. The dots connected, and his eyes widened, two fingers immediately landing on the pulse of his friend's neck.

Nothing.

****

In the waiting room, Gai, Kurenai, and Asuma huddled together.

"They said he overdosed," Gai told the two, his demeanor was unlike any of them had seen previously. Clearly, he was shaken, if not entirely traumatized.

"Overdosed?" Asuma questioned, "on what?"

"Painkillers," Gai responded, sitting in a chair in defeat. "I saw them. I saw them in his pocket a few weeks ago. I said something, but he didn't-I should have-"

"It's not your fault," Kurenai consoled, sitting down next to Gai. "Please take a deep breath, Gai. You look like you're about to faint."

"I - he's not going to make it. He didn't have a pulse, and he's not going to make it," Gai uttered, his teeth clenched as he held back tears, "He's my best friend."

Asuma set a hand down on Gai's shoulder, nodding his head, "I know. We all care about him..."

****

A turf of white hair could be seen in the hospital room convulsing under the electrical cardioversion machine being shoved onto his chest to restart his heartbeat. The electric shock waves burst into his system like a thousand Chidori.

"Another," the doctor pointed to the nurse operating the equipment. Another push against his chest, and his whole torso moving with the bed beneath him. This continued for a while, the recharging of the electrical unit before the unnerving sound of a body jolting under the pressure of the electricity.

Time ticked by at the clock in the room, the doctor glancing at it as if to wonder when to call his young shinobi's death. How could this be explained to the leaders? An overdose on pain medication that should have never been in his possession in the first place.

Ba-dum, ba-dum, ... ba-dum ...

"He's back," the nurse sighed.

****

Blurred vision. One charcoal eye trembled open, the silver in his lashes catching the ray of sun cast into the hospital room. Wires surrounded him, pricked in the crevasse of his arm, stickied to his chest, and some unfamiliar machine on his index finger. Dazed by his surroundings, Kakashi carefully turned his head on the pillow, hearing the heart monitor behind him.

Hiruzen Sarutobi sat beside him.

"Hokage-sama!" Kakashi spluttered, taken aback by the presence of the Hokage in a hospital room he wasn't sure how he ended up in.

"Settle, Kakashi," Hiruzen commanded gently, his face composed and quiet. Kakashi looked straight ahead, his head spinning.

"What-?" he began in a raspy voice.

Hiruzen lifted his hand, the bottle of pills Gai must have provided to him in his palm. Kakashi looked over, his eyes settling on the drugs before putting his head back down on the pillow in defeat. The images came back to him. The desperation to get out of his situation, yet knowing that there was no way out.

"I'm sorry," Kakashi managed quietly, looking away. "I understand if you-"

"That's enough," Hiruzen said calmly, "I do not need to reprimand you. You are aware that sneaking into the hospital facility to steal pain medications is wrong. Yes, I know - I just didn't expect it to be you."

Kakashi lifted his hand, placing it on his eyes as the stress of the Hokage's words weighed on him.

"I know this is hard. Your body is reliant on these mediations now. It would be best if you stayed here for some time to detox your body and learn appropriate coping skills. I know - I know you don't want to. But I only wish to help. Which is why I feel it is necessary to pull you from the Black Ops team."

"Lord Third," Kakashi sat up, the wires around him tangling. "I-"

"I've already made up my mind. It is not suitable for you anymore. Actually, I don't think it ever really was. People with kind hearts do not belong in the ANBU," Hiruzen explained, placing the bottle on the nightstand beside him. "And I have a better assignment for you. One I think you may enjoy."

Kakashi sighed heavily, laying back down. "I don't understand."

"You will," Hiruzen nodded, standing up, "In the meantime, I think there are some people who would like to see you. They care about you very much and were overwhelmed with relief when they heard you were okay. You gave them quite a scare."

Kakashi scoffed quietly, looking down at the monitor on his hand.

"It's true," Hiruzen stopped, "you are very well-loved."

Kakashi looked up quickly at his words, watching as Lord Third sauntered towards the door and waved through the doorway at some unknown individuals to come towards him. A moment later, one eye settled on four individuals, beaming at him with gifts and smiles.

Iruka. Kurenai. Asuma.

And his best friend, Gai.

#hatake kakashi #Anbu Kakashi #kakashi fanfiction #kakashi x gai #As friends? lmao idk #Do what you wish #kakashi imagines

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A Kunoichi’s Betrayal (Part 2) || {NSFW} Kakashi x Reader x Obito/Tobi

For everyone that has been waiting patiently for it... it’s finally here. @chidori-mint and I bring you the second part to A Kunoichi’s Betrayal ❤😘 We hope you all enjoy and we hope it was worth the wait.

Find part one here!

Pairing: Kakashi x Reader x Obito/Tobi

Summary: Just when you decide to finally close a painful chapter in your life and to embrace a fresh start, someone, from your past will come to face you again

A/N: Rin does not exist in the AU.

Warnings: angst, major character death in beginning, smut, unprotected sex, non-con, violence, language

Word Count: 4.5k

*Present Day: Kakashi’s Home*

The sky was pitch black. The leaves in the trees started to rustle as the cold wind blew, that’s when Kakashi heard a muffled cry.

"You're coming with me, princess…" It was a very familiar voice. He turned his back, and the sight of you made his eyes grow wide. The masked man from the Akatsuki carried your limp body, riddled in drying blood and bruises. Your eyes found him, "Ka-Kakashi…" your voice was weak. "H-help.. me.."

Kakashi struggled to move. His body was frozen. He couldn't move his feet. He tried to call your name but no sound came from his lips. "She belongs with me…" Tobi and Y/n started to slowly fade away.

"NO!!!"

Kakashi woke up, catching his breath. Sweat beads dripped from his forehead. It was another nightmare. Night after night he’s been haunted by these dreams. It was always the same dream. Seven weeks have passed and they still didn't have a lead on your whereabouts. He was growing desperate. He blamed himself for not being able to protect you.

Where are you now, y/n?

A loud knock from his door made him jump. "It's Gai, Kakashi. Open up!"

*Seven weeks ago*

“I promised him I’d protect you Y/n. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do, even if it takes my life.”

You woke up from a dream as those words ran through your head. A heavy arm rested on your stomach and warm breath in your ear as you laid awake. You opened your eyes and turned your head to the side. Obito was on his stomach still fast asleep beside you. His face was scarred but still; he looked beautiful. You let out a heavy sigh. It was still hard to believe that he was here with you. After all this time; he was alive.

"Hello, dollface." He greeted you with a warm voice. "That was the first time I’ve slept in peace for years."

You lifted his arm from your body, "I have to get back to Kakashi." You stood up from the bed and turned your back on him, collecting all your abandoned clothes on the floor. Obito couldn't help but stare at your naked body.

He chuckled as he rolled over onto his back, his hands resting on the back of his head. His toned upper body was perfectly in view. "Really, princess? We just reconciled and your first thought is that traitor?"

"Kakashi is not a traitor. He used to be your best friend."

"Best friend?" He scoffed. " After what happened with the two of you? After sleeping with his best friend's girlfriend? I don't think so, princess. Best friends don’t do that." He slowly slipped out of bed to grab his pants.

"It wasn’t his fault, Obito. All the times I felt like giving up, he was there! Every time I felt scared, he made me feel safe again! All the times I mourned for you, he was beside me! Your death brought emptiness in my life. And guess what? He filled it with love!" You yelled at him as you tried to hold back your tears.

"Are you trying to justify Kakashi?" He was now annoyed. "He betrayed me. He knew how much I loved you! How dare he steal you away from me?!"

"Love me? You faked your death and never even tried to reach me. And why? Because you love me?"

"Okay. You deserve the truth."

"Fucking finally. Better start telling me now, Obito."

Obito started to tell you how he survived years ago from the incident in the bridge and how a man had helped him and tended to his wounds. And that in return, he had to carry out a certain plan.

"That man is a psycho, Obito. He's just using you. Isn't it obvious?"

"Y/n, I told you. I will build a better world for us. Our plan is the perfect plan. Can't you see it? I'm doing this for you! For us!" He held your hand and gently tugged you closer to him.

"How is that better? You’ll be putting humanity in danger? And you're doing this for me? Do you even hear yourself, Obito?" You can't help but cry. You can't believe the words coming from him. "Where has the old Obito gone? The one who aspired to be the Hokage?!"

"Let me ask you this Y/n, do you love me?"

"You know I do. I wouldn't be here if I didn't. I love you, Obito and it hurts so much. I'm already here, what more could you possibly want?"

Your words struck him like lightning. You cupped his face in your hands and stared at him. "Am I not enough?" You whispered.

He leaned lower, his forehead touching yours. "You're all I need y/n."

"Then I will stay by your side. For good."

"Are you sure? You'll be branded a rogue ninja.”

"Call off the plan you have with this man. I’ll leave everything behind and start a new life with you. Can you do that for me?"

He suddenly brushed his lips to yours. "Everything I do is for you, y/n. Anything you ask."

*Present Day: Village Hidden In The Leaves*

Tsunade had summoned Kakashi to her office. Along with him were Gai and Yamato.

“I gathered you here because I have many reports that two members of the Akatsuki were spotted in Amegakure. And one of them was the masked man that goes by the name of Tobi.” Tsunade said.

“Two members? Can that be Y/n?” Gai asked.

“Based on the reports, both of them were wearing black cloaks with red clouds on it. But they weren’t able to distinguish if the other member was a male or a female. We can’t assume Tobi has Y/n locked up somewhere. We have to assume the worst. We have to assume that Y/n chose the join the --”

“No. Please... Don’t even finish that sentence, my lady.” Kakashi interrupted. “I know Y/n, she would never aid a criminal.”

“I understand where you’re coming from, Kakashi. But you may want to look at this.” Tsunade pulled her drawer open then placed a headband on top of her desk. He knew exactly whose it was. It was Y/n’s. He recognized the familiar scratches upon it from their missions together. Kakashi took it with trembling hands. The village’s symbol has horizontal slash over it signifying that the holder of the headband had cut ties with their village. He grasped it tightly in his hands.

“My lady, whether you allow me or not, I will go after her. I have to get her back,” he said.

“I already anticipated that. That’s why I asked for Gai and Yamato here as well. They can accompany you with this mission.” Tsunade stood up and walked towards them. “I suggest you all get ready to leave in two hours. This Tobi character might move again. This is our chance to rescue Y/n.”

*Present Day: Village Hidden In The Rain*

It was midnight when Obito and Y/n reached the Akatsuki hideout in Amegakure. It was in the highest tower in the village.

“We’re safe here.” “This village is so gloomy.” Y/n walked around exploring their shared bedroom. She stared at the dark skies through the window. “It’s like the skies are crying nonstop.”

Y/n felt Obito's warm body against her back. His hands gripped her waist. "Maybe we can do something to warm up?"

Y/n turned around to face him. "Hey, I know what you're thinking! You sex fiend. I'm having a warm shower first." Y/n smirked at him as she headed towards the bathroom, not bothering to lock the door.

You started to unbutton your cloak and slowly peeled it off your body dropping it on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor. Next came your panties letting them pool down to your feet as you stepped out of them. You stepped in and turned on the shower, the warm water trickled down your cold skin. You tried to relax your tense body as your eyes clenched shut.

You let out a gasp as you felt a hard wall of muscle press against you back. "You called me a sex fiend, princess…" He whispered in your ear as his hands reached your breasts, gently pinching your nipples. You let a moan escape your lips.

He pressed his body against you harder, your breast pressed up against the tile as you felt his erect cock press between the cheeks of your ass. "I could never ever get enough of you." He sucked at the skin on your shoulder. "This is how I want it to be." His nails dug hard into your hips. "I could have my way with you anytime I want. Any way I want."

"Fuck, Obito!" You whined at him.

You arched you back as he continued to grind himself against your ass. "So good for me." He lifted your chin to face him. He kissed you, rough and wild. You kissed him back as your hand tugged on his hair.

He groaned as he broke the kiss. "Let me show you, how this fiend can make you come so hard you'll see stars." His rough hands roamed everywhere, sliding down your wet skin. He slapped your ass making you moan harshly. His fingers reached for your pelvis as he felt you grind yourself back against his throbbing cock.

Obito parted your legs with his knee. His cock slipping and settling between your thighs. You tried to guide him towards your aching entrance. He grunted as the tip touched your wet folds. You arched you back further as he sunk himself in your tight cunt. "My princess is so needy." He smirked, leaning back to watch you grind against him. "So tight. Almost suffocating.”

He felt your walls tightening against him. He gripped your hips, "Stand still, princess.." He rammed into your cunt. You stood on your tiptoes as he hit all the right spots. His grip held you firmly, preventing you from slipping against the tiles underneath.

"You're so perfect y/n." Each thrust of his hips pressing you harder against the wall and sending you closer to that euphoric high.

"Baby, I can't. I'm so close!"

"Come on, princess, come now!" Your body tensed and shuddered beneath him as your orgasm shattered you. He growled from within his chest as he spilled ropes of his hot seed inside your quivering pussy.

The room filled with steam from the warm shower mixed with heavy panting from you two as you fought for your breath.

*Team Kakashi: Outskirts of Amegakure*

The group had moved fast. Kakashi’s haste to get to you was probably what was fueling that. When they finally reached the outskirts of Amegakure the three of them were out of breath. Kakashi couldn’t ignore the desperate feeling in his chest. All the wanted to do was get you back. He wanted to bring you back home, to where you belonged. He just wanted to feel his arms around you once again. Just the thought of never seeing you again gave him an uneasy feeling in his chest.

Gai watched him, never seeing this side of a Kakashi before. Kakashi had never let himself be so vulnerable, especially around his rival. Gai had never realized how bad Kakashi had had his feeling for you. “Kakashi, are you sure that you’re going to be able to do this?” The blatant worry on his voice made Kakashi stand at attention and listen. “I know there’s a chance that the other Akatsuki member isn’t Y/n, but what if it is? I want to make sure you can be objective about this.” He sighed. “If she’s truly gone over to them and we can’t convince her to come back with us then we have to treat her like one of them-” Gai let his thoughts trail off as he saw Kakashi’s whole body grew tense.

He lashed out at him. He had never meant to do it, but he just couldn’t picture you going over to the dark side. “We’re bringing her back. Worry about yourself Gai, don’t worry about me. I can handle myself!” After the words left his lips he dropped his head. What was happening to him?

Gai furrowed his brow. “I know that was just because you’re worried. I won’t hold that against you Kakashi, but you need to look at the big picture here. The Akatsuki is our enemy, we have orders to eliminate the members no matter what it takes.”

A lump grew in Kakashi’s throat and the words he wanted to say escaped him. He shook his head, clearing the thoughts that riddled it. “Let’s just make our plan already. We have to get moving.”

Yamato, who had been silent this whole time, finally spoke up. “No, we’re not going anywhere until we know that you do what might have to be done. The Akatsuki is a threat to the Leaf Village and we have to treat ALL of their members that way. I never got to meet Y/n and don’t get me wrong, she seems like a good person, but you saw the headband as clearly as we did. She’s a rogue ninja now.”

Kakashi stared at the ground. The tears that were welling in his eyes were threatening to come out. Gai approached him and put a hand on his shoulder. “We know how much you love her Kakashi. We know that she means the world to you and you took such good care of her after Obito’s death, but it might be time for you to let that all go.”

“I can’t do that. If I do I wouldn’t be doing what Obito asked me to do. I promised to protect her for the rest of her life and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.” His voice cracked as he spoke to them. The thought of the betrayal toward you if he had ever laid a finger on you kept a tightness in his chest.

Gai cleared his throat, feeling a lump growing in the back of his own throat. He had known you for a long time, he had just as hard a time as Kakashi in believing you had turned against the village you had loved so much.

Kakashi looked up at the both of them, his face red from holding back his tears. “As I said, let’s just make this plan and get moving. We might not be too late, maybe they haven’t corrupted her yet.”

*Present Day: Village Hidden In The Rain*

You slowly climbed from the couch, watching the rainfall all day was beginning to get tiring. You just wanted to get out of the house. You didn’t care what the two of you would do, you needed some change of scenery. Obito sat across from you, his gaze never once leaving yours. You sighed and stood from the couch, as you stood a wave of nausea ran over you. You steadied yourself as dizziness clouded your vision.

When you grabbed the side of the couch Obito popped up from his chair. His hands grasped your waist as he helped steady you. “Are you alright darling?”

When the dizziness subsided you placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled. “I’m fine Obi… really.”

His concern never left his face as you walked out of his grip and toward the bedroom. An early night was in your future. As you changed out of your clothes and threw on one of his baggy t-shirts your thoughts were focused on one thing and one thing only. Or one person to be more precise.

Kakashi Hatake.

As you laid down into the bed and covered yourself to keep the cool air from forming goosebumps on your skin you felt guilty. Here you were, with the man you had once loved more than anything, and the only person you could think of was Kakashi. You quickly shook your head as a migraine started to become present. You groaned and pulled a pillow over your head, letting out a quiet scream, hoping that Obito hadn’t heard you in the other room.

When sleep finally overcame you your dreams were the same. Your dreams wouldn’t let you think of anything other than him. And they say that if you dream about someone it’s because they fell asleep thinking about you. But that’s when you thought about it… Kakashi probably wasn’t getting any sleep. Your guilt came back over you, bringing you out of deep sleep. Obito’s figure was now sleeping soundly next to you, a sight you would never get used to.

More nausea washed over you, this time forcing you out of bed and down the hall to the bathroom. As you leaned over the toilet and emptied the content of your stomach realization hit you… It had been a couple of months now since you had seen aunt flow. You and Obito had been so busy trying to get the Akatsuki to welcome you in that you hadn’t even noticed until now.

You slowly backed up against the bathroom wall and slid down it. With your head in your hands, you watched the floor. Your emotions were now soaring. You were angry that of all times this would happen now. You were excited to be thinking about taking this journey. You were sad as you thought about how you would have to explain this to Obito… about how there was a possibility that it wasn’t his, however small it might be.

No. This wasn’t the time. You had to wait. You had to get through your next mission before you could say anything.

You slowly stood back up and made your way to the bed again, climbing in and snuggling next to Obito. This time tho… sleep didn’t come so easily.

*Entering Amegakure: Team Kakashi*

Kakashi, Gai, and Yamato slowly walked through the village, trying not to bring attention to themselves. As the people around them started to watch Kakashi’s nervousness started to grow. He turned his head slightly to Gai and spoke low. “Do you think they’re getting suspicious? I mean… It’s not like they announced that Leaf Ninja would be coming through.”

Gai looked around slowly and nodded. “Yea.” His words were uneasy as he nudged Yamato and nodded in the direction of a couple of Rain Ninja. “We’re being watched.”

Yamato cleared his throat as he looked over and spotted them. They were attempting to hide in the covers of the trees, but they hadn’t realized how experienced the three Leaf Ninja that were here were. “Time for us to intervene.”

Gai looked over at Kakashi and stopped. “We’ll take out those guys, you get to Y/n.” Yamato took over in the other direction, forming a wood clone to help them out.

Gai split after him after Kakashi nodded back and Kakashi jumped onto the buildings. Not the best place to find cover, but he had to move fast and this was the best way. He threw his arms behind him and started running.

As he jumped from rooftop to rooftop he saw a blur out of the corner of his eyes. Another Rain Ninja had come from the side. He stopped as the ninja sailed in front of him. When the ninja turned back to him he was already forming a lightning blade in his hand. No one was going to stop him from finding you.

He ran forward, his lightning blade out in front of him, ready to hit the ninja standing in his way. His opponent just barely dodged as Kakashi’s attack landed in a tower behind him. The man was quick, but Kakashi was faster. Kakashi’s foot connected with the man’s back and threw him into the side of the next building. When the man slid down and landed in a sitting position Kakashi placed a kunai to his throat and pushed him against the wall with his knee.

“Tell me where the one called Tobi is.” There was a growl to his voice as he demanded it from him. “I’m not going to wait. Tell me now!”

The ninja had a look of terror on his face as he spotted Kakashi’s Sharingan. He stuttered as he waited to see what the copy ninja would do. “Ka-Ka-Kakashi of the Sharingan.”

“Quit stuttering my name and tell me what I want to know.” He pushed his knee into his chest further.

“Okay, okay.” The man struggled under Kakashi’s force. “I’ll tell you.” As Kakashi eased up the man drew in a sharp breath. “They have a hidden base in the forest beyond the village. I can take you there if you like.”

A familiar voice spoke behind Kakashi as Gai and Yamato approached. Gai stood next to Kakashi and crossed his arms. “The other two are out of commission. This must be the one that split while we were engaged with the other two.”

Kakashi took his knee off him but kept the kunai to his throat. “Stand up, show us where it is, but if you so much as give a hint to anyone that you’re a hostage I’ll hit you with a Chidori.”

The man swallowed hard and stood back up, turning and walking forward, the point of the kunai in his back, hidden under Kakashi’s sleeve.

* * * * * *

As they reached the door of the hideout the man was eager to be free. Kakashi finally removed the kunai and stared daggers at the man. If anyone comes after us I’m going to assume that you were the one that did it and that won’t end well for you.”

The man nodded quickly and ran off without a second glance behind him.

Gai placed his hand on the rock wall that stopped them from entering, his voice low so that if there were people on the other side of the structure they wouldn’t hear him. “Are you ready for this Kakashi?”

Kakashi nodded and that determined look that he wore so well spread across his face. “I can sense her chakra. She’s here.” A Chidori started to form in his hand and the other’s stepped back, knowing full well what he was about to do. As his energy focused and the chakra formed he ran forward, slamming his hand into the rock and blasting a hole through it. Bits of rock rained down on them as they entered the hideout.

Obito turned quickly and when he met the eyes of the fellow Leaf Ninja that he knew so well he smirked. “Well, well. Back for round two are you?”

You swallowed hard, a lump now forming in your throat, making it hard to breathe. Kakashi ignored Obito and looked to you. “Are you alright Y/n?”

You nodded slowly, still trying to wrap your head around what was going on. No one was supposed to be able to find you here, so how had Kakashi done it?

Obito took a kunai out of his pouch and pointed it toward Kakashi. “Don’t worry about her, she’s just fine Kakashi. Let’s dance.”

An amused exhalation came from Kakashi as he took one of his own out. Still unaware of who this man could be, though he had his suspicions, he was ready to fight. He wouldn’t let him lay another finger on you. “Just back away from her first. Then we’ll do this.”

Obito stepped forward and laughed deviously. “Oh, I’ll do that no problem.” He pushed you backward and out of the line of fire. “Minato-Sensei would be so upset and disappointed if we harmed her.”

That sealed the deal for Kakashi. Kakashi’s eyes narrowed as he stared back up at him. “Obito. I should have known.”

Obito rushed him, his kunai just about to connect with Kakashi’s arm as he jumped out of the way. He was distracted. He had to keep himself together. Your heart pounded against your chest as you watched the two men that you loved fly about the hideout. Kunai clinked as they fought as hard as they could against each other. Your feet were moving before you could even stop yourself. “Stop it!”

As you approached the two of them the fighting came to an abrupt stop. They pushed off of each other and stared at you, both afraid you would get hurt. Obito was the first to speak. “You have two choices here Y/n.” Your eyes grew wide as his harsh tone. “Either you leave with me and I give up my plans and spare the copy ninjas life,” He pointed his kunai at Kakashi. “Or I kill him if you choose him over me and I carry out my plans.”

You couldn’t believe the position that Obito was putting you in. You watched as the pleading eyes of Kakashi watched you. You wanted to be with Obito, you had loved him so much, and you always will. But you also wanted to be with Kakashi. He had been there for you through so much. You sighed and looked at the ground, squeezing your eyes shut, too afraid to look up at Kakashi. “I’ll go with you Obito.”

A laugh erupted from Obito as he looked between Kakashi and you. “Very well.” Obito did something you never would have thought he would do. He charged Kakashi again, kunai at the ready, aimed right for his heart. “I’ll kill him anyway. He’s in my way.”

You grabbed a Kunai from your pouch and grasped it, holding it directly in front of your stomach, ready to push it through if need be. You let out a scream. “Obito, I swear I’ll do it!”

Obito stopped in his tracks at the blood-curdling scream as you felt every single eye on you. The man looked back at you and his eyes shot open as far as they would go. “Y/n, what are you doing?”

“Just stop.” The tears were rolling down your cheeks before you had even felt them. “I don’t want the father of my child to have blood on his hands. Especially not someone he considered a friend.”

Everyone in the room froze as they realized why your kunai was pointed to your stomach. You could see the worry in Kakashi’s eyes as he watched you threaten not only your baby’s life but your own.

Kakashi stepped forward some, but as you moved the kunai closer he stepped back again. “Y/n, you don’t want to do this. That’s not how you are. You aren’t that type of person.”

“I’ll be that type of a person if I need to be. Now stop fighting. I can’t take it anymore!” You hollered at the both of them, hoping that they would listen.

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