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Will You Remember Me As I Am Now? (The Red Room pt.10) | For the first time in your life, you understand what true happiness feels like, and it's both exciting and terrifying. You know now that you have to hold onto it before it's ripped away. (Marvel AU) – spotify playlist | read on ao3

Pairings | Kakashi Hatake x Black Widow!Reader + Sakura Haruno, Sasuke Uchiha, Naruto Uzumaki, Orochimaru, Kabuto Yakushi

Warnings | female!reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, angst, abuse, violence, guns, manipulation, nightmares

Word count | 9.3k

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Life was pleasant.

You hadn't realized that a feeling like this existed. For as long as you could remember, your existence was contained within a small echo-chamber where you learned only about the world's cruelties. On a good day, you didn't add another scar to your seemingly never-ending collection. On a bad day, someone died at your hands. The bad days were often more frequent than the good ones.

But now, it seemed that the Red Room and all of the pain associated with it was just a distant memory. Even your nightmares had slowly faded away, only reappearing between long periods of restful nights.

The dizzying change wasn't necessarily hard to accept. Especially when you were becoming so attached to what your life had become.

Tonight, you'd been invited to Sakura's first movie night since she'd gotten back.

Kakashi was on your right side, tired eyes straining to focus on the movie. Naruto sat at his feet, leaning back on his legs and nodding off every few minutes. Sakura was pressed against your left side, leaning in your shoulder with a small, content smile. Sasuke was on the floor next to her, leaning just slightly on her legs and watching the screen with interest.

According to Sakura, movie night was a fairly normal activity for the four of them. Before she was taken, they'd had one at least once a week. However, when Kakashi had asked you to join them, he told you that this was their first time continuing the tradition since Sakura was taken. He could never bring himself to suggest it without Sakura being there, and Naruto and Sasuke never brought it up either.

So, while Sakura probably saw this as her reintegration of a continuous and simple tradition, you noticed the way that Kakashi glanced over the three kids fondly. Every now and then, you'd catch him looking at each of them as if taking a head count, just to make sure he had all of them there.

You couldn't remember what the name of the movie they'd chosen was. In all honestly, you were barely paying attention. From the moment Kakashi had sat down at your side, close enough that his arm was pressed against yours, you'd felt your heartbeat spike. Frustratingly, it refused to lower despite your best efforts to focus on the movie instead of the proximity.

This had been happening more and more recently. It frustrated you that you had little control over the way you reacted to his presence, and even more infuriating was that you didn't know why.

And you couldn't ask him. The thought alone made you want to crawl into a hole. But it was also becoming troublesome; it was getting harder and harder to sleep in the same bed as him when your heart was beating out of your chest. Some nights you worried he'd hear it, but he seemed perfectly normal.

So normal that it aggravated you.

Why were you so effected by his presence, yet he seemed perfectly fine? He slept peacefully. He rarely got flustered. He was acting the same as always, and while you were grateful that he wasn't confronting you about any odd behavior, it didn't seem fair that this mysterious nervousness was only effecting you.

However, now wasn't the time to ponder on the reasons. It was all you could do to keep your heart from racing. It was unfamiliar and unpleasant enough that you wished your body would just calm itself down without your intervention.

You were disappointed in yourself. Could you really not control anything about your body, from your actions to your feelings?

Sakura glanced at you when you shifted, trying to adjust and put as much space between you and Kakashi that you could. If it was the physical contact that made you so nervous, you knew that you should've just told him that you didn't want him touching you, but this felt different from the unpleasantness that you generally associated with touch. You were so confused, and it infuriated you.

Sakura was giving you continuous and frustratingly obvious glances whenever Kakashi shifted. You knew that she felt your heart-rate pick up, and this new tangle of emotions was not made any less frustrating by her knowing looks.

At one point during the movie—which you'd discovered through short intervals of attention was about a friendship between a fox and a dog—you noticed Sasuke's subtle nudge against Sakura's leg. It would've been easily mistakable as a shift in position, but the small glance that he shot her was painfully obvious to your well-trained eyes.

For a moment, neither Sasuke nor Sakura moved, and you felt it acceptable to let your guard down and shift your attention back to the movie. However, the moment you lifted your head, Sakura leaned closer to you and pressed herself into your side. She sighed happily as she pushed much more than her full weight on you, and while it wasn't necessarily strange that Sakura clung to you like this, her movements ended up crowding you against Kakashi's side. You were practically hip-to-hip now, though Kakashi didn't look anywhere near as startled as you felt by the change. In fact, he smoothly and nonchalantly pulled his arm from between your hips and laid it over the back of the couch behind your head. Your eyes widened, and your heartbeat picked up again despite his arm being a few inches from your neck. Sakura looked at the new position, and you wanted to shove her off the couch when a smug smile spread across her lips.

Kakashi, much to your chagrin, didn't look the least bit phased. He and Naruto were completely engrossed in the movie, oblivious to the silent war that you'd decided to start against Sakura and Sasuke.

"Psst," Sakura whispered, loud enough to pull Kakashi's attention away from the screen, "you're heart's beating pretty fast. Are you feeling okay?"

You heard the false concern in her voice, and you met her forced frown with a glare, pointedly facing her rather than Kakashi when he raised a brow at you and Sakura.

"I'm fine," you grit, closing your eyes when Kakashi's hand fell to your back to feel your racing heart for himself. He you'd become far more comfortable with his touch over the past few weeks, but now it was beginning to have the opposite effect that you wanted. You thought your heart might burst from your chest if this went on any longer.

"It is beating fast," Kakashi muttered, misguided concern in his voice. He probably thought you were having a panic attack, "you don't have to stay. Do you want to go back to our room?"

Our room. Damn him. Sakura covered her mouth to hide a snicker and Sasuke was grinning like a cheshire cat. Damn them too. Damn it all.

"Yeah," you said hoarsely, clearing your throat and stepping away from his touch, "that'd be good, I think."

You left the room quickly, steps echoing in the vast space of the lounge. The movie continued playing, and you released a heavy sigh when you entered Kakashi's room.

This was a fairly recent phenomenon. Your nervousness hadn't been this bad last week, and the week before you'd been perfectly content in Kakashi's presence. You'd still been able to sleep somewhat soundly, though you'd recently started facing away from him at night. It was hard to tell whether that was a result of growing trust or increased nervousness.

God, you were losing it. You were a spy. A former Black Widow. You were better than childish crushes, though you were really doing your best to convince yourself that there was something else going on. Unfortunately, that was the only explanation that you could come up with.

You couldn't really be blamed for it, though. Not when you got to see his face night after night, mask discarded like he was completely comfortable being so vulnerable around you.

It made you overthink to an infuriating extent.

You sat on the bed, thinking hard enough on this revelation that you'd slowly come to over the past week that you barely heard the door opening behind you. The fleeting hope that it was Sakura coming to check on you vanished when Kakashi's familiar weight sank into the bed.

"Sakura said I should come check on you," he said, and you closed your eyes. She really had it all planned out.

"I'm fine," you told him, careful not to let any emotion into your voice. What that translated as was a cold and closed-off response, which was likely not going to make him feel reassured by your answer.

"It's okay if you're not, you know."

Everything was becoming irritating. Kakashi. His unending patience. His warmth. How secure you felt around him. It was too good—too...safe. It was completely different from anything you'd ever experienced.

"I am," you sighed, deflating at his gentle tone. He nodded, leaning back on his hands and looking up at the ceiling.

A few months ago, the idea of adjusting to a place like this would've made you laugh. It hadn't been safety that you wanted, it had been routine. Order. Even if it was enforced by pain. In fact, that was something you were so used to that you would've welcomed it with open arms.

But even though the person you'd become was a far cry from who you were, you found yourself becoming more and more comfortable with yourself as each day passed. Each time Sakura laughed at your joked, or Sasuke asked to spar with you, or Naruto asked if you wanted to have ramen with him, you wondered what you had done to make them willing to spend time with you.

You wondered what you had done to make Kakashi feel safe in your presence. You wondered and wondered, but even when no answers came, you felt content.

You woke later that night frozen on your side of Kakashi's bed, gripping the sheets and trying to force yourself to breath. Tears rolled silently down your cheeks and dampened the pillow below you, but you were paralyzed, unable to move to wipe them away.

Kakashi hadn't stirred. It gave you the chance to collect your thoughts, though that was easier said than done. It had been a few weeks since your last nightmare, but your reaction to them kept increasing in intensity. You had grown too used to a pleasant night's sleep. Now your nightmares seemed even more daunting than before, and the idea of sleeping without Kakashi was equally as terrifying.

It took a few minutes to get your stiff limbs to begin moving. Eventually, you stood from the bed and shuffled towards the door to Kakashi's small balcony. The air was crisp, and you took in a deep breath once you'd closed the door behind you.

Your gut was churning.

Things had been quiet at the compound since you and Kakashi finished the mission. Your wounds had fully healed, and with less prominent marks than many of your other scars thanks to Kakashi and Sakura's superior medical care.

Everything was fine. Nothing was out of the ordinary, and HYDRA didn't seem to be a threat to you now. Your previous suspicious that Sakura was still in danger despite Kakashi's reassurances were disappearing with each day that passed, as was the fear that you were losing your mind. Adjusting was becoming easier and easier, and it seemed that way for Sasuke and Naruto as well. You were fitting into their little family with more ease than before.

But looking out at the calm, clear night sky, you felt a familiar, unpleasant feeling in your stomach. It was probably the Widow whispering in your ear, convincing you that all of this was too good to be true, but you felt that there was something else. Something that was giving you this gut feeling.

"Maa," Kakashi muttered behind you. You listened to each of his footsteps as he walked to your side; now, with your lingering sense of dread, it was harder to focus on your nervousness. You studied the surrounding area carefully, looking for a threat that had likely never been there in the first place, "aren't you cold?"

Right. It was the middle of winter, and the middle of the night, but you'd neglected to wear a jacket. In all honestly, you'd barely noticed your poor clothing choice, too caught up in your panic to think of anything but the endearing pull of fresh air.

"A bit," you shrugged, "I just wanted to come out for a second. I'll come back in soon."

Kakashi shrugged, but before you could stop him, he had disappeared inside and returned with a jacket. You'd seen him wearing it when he left the compound for missions, and he generally kept it hung over his desk chair. You felt your nervousness returning when he draped it over your shoulders.

His hands brushed against your arms as they pulled away, and you closed your eyes to try and stop yourself from visibly shivering. Every time he did that, you wanted to grab his hand and keep him close, just to stay in his peaceful presence a little bit longer. The foreign urge made you want to scream; a few months ago, you would have scoffed at the idea of feelings like this. They made people weak and soft.

But now you understood the appeal to a frustrating extent. You still heard Orochimaru's voice like a devil on your shoulder whispering in your ear, telling you that this was why so many Widows died before their time. Their feelings—their humanity—were their downfall. And you'd always looked down on them, just like all the others.

How had you become your own worst fear in so little time?

Was this the person you'd hoped to become? Had you ever hoped to become anything?

You stood with him in silence, listening to the wind rustle the trees and scanning between the trunks, triple checking that there was nothing lurking just out of view.

"What's bothering you?"

It was only logical to tell him about this foreboding feelings, but you also didn't want to raise any alarms if you were just getting worked up over a gut feeling. You had no desire to send Kakashi on another goose chase—not now that things had actually calmed down enough for him to relax.

"Nothing."

He accepted your answer with a nod and further silence. It sent a rush of gratitude through you, and you turned to face him before you could think better of it. You ignored the Widow's voice and Orochimaru's reprimands in your head telling you that acting on childish feelings would only create weakened resolve and depleted strength.

But you felt powerful when you were with Kakashi. Orochimaru's teachings had far too many holes for them to have the same grasp on you as they did before. Especially now that you understood more accurately what humanity entailed.

It felt like freedom.

Kakashi met your gaze, elbows still resting on the railing, but he shot up when you lunged at him. He was frozen in place as you wrapped your arms around his waist, keeping him locked in a tight hug. You were unsure of yourself, and you worried when he didn't respond to your gesture that you'd done something wrong—were hugs meant to be this tight? Should you have given him some sort of warning? Sakura had never minded hugs like this, but that was different. Hugging Sakura never made you feel like your heart was going to burst from your chest, or that your stomach was turning itself over again and again.

It took Kakashi a few seconds to recover, and you thought that he'd stopped breathing in that time, but when he regained his senses he was quick to reciprocate. You let out a sigh when he wrapped an arm around your waist and brought the other to the back of your head, pressing it firmly into his chest and letting out a deep, relieved breath. You felt it against your cheek, a comforting warmth in the cold night air.

You weren't sure what possessed you to do this; it was both brave and, from what Kakashi had seen, completely out of character. But it was something you were desperate for. Just one touch that provided comfort—one reassurance that you were allowed to be someone new. That you were allowed to choose who you wanted to become, and feel these new emotions that had always been forbidden before.

I'll teach you how to be human.

Kakashi's words echoed in your mind, and you thought about how much he had already done. About the progress you'd made in so little time. You were proud of yourself. For the first time in your life, you felt that you'd accomplished something for your own sake rather than someone else's.

Kakashi pressed a kiss to the top of your head, hands still pressed against your back to keep you close.

Maybe, just for this moment, it was okay to ignore your worry. Things were so good, and if this forboding feeling would go away you'd be able to relax. Maybe this kind of gesture wouldn't feel so significant. Maybe, after enough time, it would become normal to hug Kakashi. To hug Sakura, and even Sasuke and Naruto. To be part of a family. To have a home.

"Is this okay?" you croaked, swallowing against your dry throat. "Can I do this?"

"Yes," he whispered back.

You'd never been held before. Not like this.

Everything about your life now was so precious. You were becoming more and more desperate to keep it safe.

You also noticed through the contented haze of your thoughts that Kakashi's heart was beating just as fast as your own.

The next morning, you woke up alone.

Muffled voices slipped under the door, and you could make out Kakashi's voice directing the three kids as they cooked breakfast. You could smell something sweet all the way in the closed bedroom, and it lured you from the warmth of Kakashi's blankets. You trudged into the kitchen groggily, following the sounds of Naruto's shout of surprise and Sasuke's angry groan.

The kitchen was a disaster. The flour that Naruto had supposedly just spilled was spread over the counter and the floor, and some of it had somehow ended up on Sasuke and Kakashi. Sakura had sidestepped the mess and spotted you before the others.

"Ah!" she smacked Kakashi's shoulder, eyes wide in surprise, "Good morning! You're up early, huh?"

"I always get up early," you grumbled, narrowing your eyes at the frozen group, "what's going on?"

"Uh..." Naruto looked around, dusting flour off of the counter and running his hands over it frantically until he found a small, cylindrical object, "happy birthday!"

Confetti shot out of the small tube, and you watched it flutter to the ground to reveal a still-grinning Naruto. You blinked at him, completely bewildered. Birthday? Whose birthday was it?

"What's all this?" you asked, approaching the mess on the counter. From the looks of it, they were in the middle of making pancakes. There was a stack of them on a plate and a mixture of ingredients in a bowl in Sasuke's hands for more batter, which was presumably where the flour mishap had happened.

"Duh. I just told you! It's for your birthday!"

"It's...not my birthday."

"Huh?" Naruto turned towards Kakashi, "but you said...Kakashi-sensei! Did you get the day wrong?"

How would Kakashi know your birthday? You didn't even know your birthday. The concept of birthdays was practically nonexistent in the Red Room; you'd never really given a second thought to yours. When you discovered that people celebrated theirs every year, you thought it was a useless, time-wasting tradition.

"I saw it in your file at the bunker," Kakashi explained when he saw your puzzled expression. You looked at him, but you had to quickly avert your eyes from his soft smile, showing itself in his eyes above his mask.

Oh. So he...remembered your birthday? And went to all this trouble just for a day that was fairly insignificant in the grand scheme of things.

Huh.

You felt your heart skip a beat as you stared at the man, eyes wide and mouth agape. You probably looked comical, and the grin on Sakura's face told you that you weren't being very subtle about your conflicted feelings.

"We made you breakfast!" Naruto said happily. He slid the full plate of pancakes across the table at you, then gave you a wide assortment of syrups and fruits. You approached the table carefully, still reeling from the fact that today was your birthday, and that the others had decided to do something for you to celebrate.

"Eat," Sakura smiled, softer than her previous one. She seemed to understand your confusion, even though she hadn't experienced it herself. Being in the Red Room since birth creates a detachment from one's identity that was hard for you to reconcile now that you were out, independent of Orochimaru's will, "we made it for you."

"Thank you," you muttered, chest warming as you looked at the small buffet that they'd created. Naruto kept pulling toppings out of the fridge—first whipped cream, then chocolate syrup, then strawberries.

"Eat! We're making more, so don't worry about leaving any for us."

It was the first time you'd ever tried pancakes, a fact that you informed the four of as you ate your fill. Naruto looked horrified, mouth open wide before he began shouting about how sad it must've been for you. You didn't attempt to remind him that you'd never exactly been worried about the lack of pancakes in your life.

"Try this one!" Sakura grinned as she pushed a large, spotted pancake towards you, "it's chocolate chip and it's amazing."

"Is not," Sasuke grumbled, ducking away from Sakura's attempt to shove him to the side. "What? They're too sweet."

"Mm," you hummed around your first bite, smiling at the two, "'s good."

"Tch. You all have bad taste."

Sakura glared at Sasuke and caught sight of his plate despite his best efforts to hide it.

"Ew, are you putting raisins in yours, weirdo?"

Kakashi reached over Sakura for the spatula that she was waving at Sasuke and flipped the remaining pancakes on the griddle. When he'd finished, he slid it back into her hand and watched her smack Sasuke's with it.

"Don't insult our pancakes when yours looks like they came out of a retirement home."

Naruto giggled, and you smiled to yourself as they bickered. Kakashi continued making the pancakes with each of the kids' chosen toppings, unfazed by the escalating argument that Naruto had become involved in after an insult to his own topping choice.

"Shut up, Naruto! You add an ungodly amount of chocolate to yours, so you have no room to talk!"

"You shut up! Chocolate is the best topping, believe it!"

Kakashi shook his head at their bickering, and you could see his eyes scrunching as he smiled behind his mask. You were glad that Sakura was enthralled with her argument, too distracted to see your cheeks turning red as you watched Kakashi's emotions through his eyes.

You pictured his face under the mask, smile small but still so full of joy. He really was beautiful.

You choked as the thought crossed your mind. Kakashi glanced up when you practically inhaled the bit of pancake you'd been chewing hit your chest to try and dislodge it from your windpipe.

Beautiful? You had never really been interested in those kinds of observations before. Sure, you could acknowledge things that were beautiful versus not, and you knew what features people generally found attractive, but this was an entirely new feeling.

Every day you added to the list of things that were new about your life. It was exhausting.

But it was also exciting. That was another new feeling. You constantly felt excited about this new life you'd been given.

"Don't choke," Kakashi griped after you'd finished coughing.

"Helpful," you grumbled, avoiding his curious gaze and looking instead at where the kids were still arguing. Sakura had Sasuke in a chokehold, grinning at him as she held him up by the throat. The boy looked like he was starting to go blue in the face; he was tapping Sakura's arm in an attempt to alleviate the pressure, but she just tightened her hold. Naruto had gone silent, argument forgotten as he grabbed Sakura's shoulder with a nervous smile.

"Uh, Sakura? I think he's had enough..."

Sakura looked up, and you finally got a clear look at the smile on her face. Rather than the playful, slightly guilty one that you'd expected, it was a familiar smirk that greeted you.

"Kakashi," you barked, but the man had already realized what was going on and taken action. He jumped at Sakura and freed Sasuke from her hold. You heard the boy coughing and taking in gasps of air before you lunged for Sakura, ignoring the part of your mind that was begging for this to be a dream, focusing instead on the problem right in front of you.

Save her, a part of you screamed. It was the part that she had helped you unlock. It was the one that had been growing since you escaped. It was one that you wanted to hold on to.

Stop her, another voice said, old and familiar like a long-forgotten friend. It was the Widow's voice, reaching out to you again after her long silence. Her phantom hands pressed against your back and pushed you towards Sakura—towards the threat—before she could reach Naruto. The boy had taken a defensive position, but he looked considerably more hesitant to engage with his friend than you felt. Before Sakura had a chance to lunge at him, you wrapped your arms around her waist and threw yourself back so that she landed on top of you.

"Sakura!" you shouted at her, wrapping your legs around her waist at the same time that Naruto and Kakashi grabbed each of her arms and pinned them to the ground. You could still hear Sasuke catching his breath a few feet away, and you tried not to focus on how pained his breathing sounded or how hard Sakura must have tried to kill him.

Not Sakura, you reminded yourself, Orochimaru.

"Sakura, you're stronger than he is," you grunted. Sakura growled, the sound almost animalistic, and Kakashi grabbed the back of her head before she could launch it back into your nose. She snarled again, baring her teeth at him and continuing her vicious fight against the three of you, "Sakura, please! If you can hear me, then fight!"

Her struggle continued, and you tightened your hold on her when her movements became more sporadic.

"Orochimaru," Kakashi said over Sakura, voice carrying across the room and leaving an echo in its wake. Sakura had gone silent in an instant, full attention on Kakashi, "interesting. So you can hear us and see us through her eyes?"

Sakura's eyes were blank, as if her body had been left vacant for a split second. Then she was blinking, and though her body had gone still in your arms, her lips split into a smirk.

"Sakura–" you croaked, tears burning in your eyes as the girl craned her neck as best she could to look at you. When she saw your broken expression, her smirk split into a grin and she let out a laugh.

"My Widow," Sakura whispered, studying your scar as if to confirm your identity, "I hope you enjoyed this phase of rebellion, but I've come to collect what you owe me."

"She doesn't owe you anything!"

"Quiet," Sakura hissed, whipping her head towards Naruto and silencing him with a single, scathing glare, "she owes me everything. She owes me her life. And that is what I've come to collect."

You could feel yourself beginning to shut down. These words were so familiar, and it had been far too long since you'd been reminded of your place. It was a shock to be thrown back into the mind of the Widow, but Orochimaru's were enough of a catalyst. Your head was spinning, and you fought to regain control over your senses despite feeling waves of nausea crashing into you.

"I want to kill you more than anything," Orochimaru said, and the words felt like daggers coming from Sakura's mouth.

This feeling of complete and utter helplessness was what you'd been battling against all this time. It was what you thought you'd overcome, but you were the same as before. You hadn't changed at all, and this was proof. One word from Orochimaru, and you were falling back into your bad habits like they were old friends welcoming you home.

It was as comforting as it was painful.

"It's an ironic kind of punishment for both of us that you're what I need to go back."

"You're more delusional than I expected."

Sakura turned towards Kakashi this time, blank expression focused on him. She studied him carefully, looking between his eyes for any hint of emotion other than forced indifference. He didn't blink.

"Hatake," she finally said with another grin.

"It's good to finally meet you, snake," Kakashi said patiently, still holding Sakura's arm despite her lack of struggle, "I hope you know that this is technically trespassing on SHIELD property."

"You stole something from me," Sakura shot back, "and I've come to collect it."

"You haven't come to collect anything," Kakashi shook his head, leaning closer to Sakura and looking into her eyes. Into the eyes that Orochimaru was watching him through, "you're nothing more than a coward. Not even brave enough to confront me face-to-face."

"You?" Sakura cackled. It sounded wrong coming from her, "I have no interest in you, or any confrontation. What I want is very simple. And I'm willing to offer a trade."

"We don't want anything from you–"

"Freedom," Sakura interrupted Naruto sharply, glaring at him intensely. Naruto flinched at the unfamiliar expression on Sakura's face and turned away, "for Sakura. That is what I'm offering. All I'm asking in return is for my Widow back."

That's it?

It seemed like an easy trade-off. Sakura's freedom? You were willing to give anything for that. Giving yourself up was always an option you'd considered, and now you had the opportunity to save her. She could finally live without fear, and without Orochimaru's control looming over her like puppet strings.

Freedom was the only thing you wanted for her. It was never something you expected for yourself, even if you'd momentarily deluded yourself into thinking it was a possibility.

Trying to be human had proven too difficult for you. Orochimaru was calling you, and you would answer with a promise of loyalty. For Sakura, you would give yourself back to him in a heartbeat.

"No."

You froze, limbs seizing at Kakashi's declaration. You stared wide-eyed at the ground, hearing only your quiet breaths as they began to quicken.

Then, like a switch flipping within you, anger crashed into you in waves.

"It'll only be a matter of time until we figure out how you're controlling her," Kakashi was saying, though you could barely hear him through the ringing in your ears and the heaviness of your breathing, "and then you'll have no power over us anymore."

A hypocrite. That's all Kakashi was. For all his talk about not wanting to be Orochimaru and about giving you back control of your own life, he was standing in front of you—not even looking at you—and deciding with no hesitation that you couldn't save Sakura.

No, that new, happier voice said. She could barely be heard over the Widow's ferocious anger, but she clawed her way to the surface and fought desperately to speak, don't do this. That's Orochimaru's voice in your head. That is exactly what he wants you to believe.

The Widow fought against this new voice, but she dug her fingers into your mind and refused to let go.

If you tell yourself that Kakashi is the enemy, you'll alienate yourself from the only people who have ever seen you as an individual. That's exactly what Orochimaru wants. Kakashi is just trying to–

"Wha...what's going on?"

Sakura's voice had changed again. It sounded terrified, and you realized that you were still immobilizing her in a vice-like grip. Despite your previous anger, you glanced at Kakashi almost involuntarily for confirmation that Orochimaru had let go of his hold on her.

"M-my head," she whispered, pressing her palms against her forehead and letting out a panicked, broken sob, "it hurts. Ah–Kakashi-sensei, it...it feels like I'm dying."

"Sakura," Kakashi yelled when the girl began to fall to the side, slumping into Kakashi arms and letting out sporadic, wheezing exhales, "Sakura, does anything else hurt?"

"I'm dying," Sakura choked, curling into herself on Kakashi lap and holding the back of her head against her chest, "it hurts so bad. I think...am I going to die?"

"No, Sakura, you're–"

"I don't wanna die. I can't...I just came back. I just came home. Please, just don't let me die."

"Orochimaru is still controlling her," you muttered, kneeling next to Sakura and placing a hand against her forehead. Her temperature was normal, "he's making her feel like this. He wants us to see it so we'll break."

And it was working.

Kakashi's indifferent mask had broken into something pained and terrified. Naruto was rambling to Sakura, telling her that everything was going to be okay. Sasuke was standing behind Kakashi, throat bruised with her handprint and fists clenched tight at his sides. He stared at Sakura with a pain in his eyes that you had never seen before.

You could stop this. It was such an easy problem to solve that it was almost laughable.

"Stop," you muttered, pulling Sakura's shoulder so that she was facing you. Your throat tightened at the sight of her face, streaked with tears and twisted in pain, "stop this. You can have me, so stop hurting her."

It took a moment, but you saw the shift that took place on Sakura's face. The pain fell away, and then that emptiness was back. You almost preferred the pain to this—she looked like a corpse.

"Think this through," Kakashi said next to you, voice shaky as he stared down at Sakura's limp body, "we can figure something else out."

"There is no other option, Kakashi," you muttered, anger forgotten. You were too tired for anger. You had already made up your mind. "You have your family. They can all be safe again."

Kakashi stared at you, eyebrows pinched together and still just as pained as they were before. You wanted to run a hand over his forehead and smooth out the frustrated wrinkles in his skin. You wanted to tell him that this was okay with you. That this was what you wanted. To protect Sakura. To protect him and Naruto and Sasuke. To give them back their lives.

They had a chance to be a safe. You weren't going to let them give that up.

Sakura began to move slowly. Her movements were robotic enough that Kakashi and Naruto allowed her to stand, though they stayed close to her side and followed her to the kitchen. She picked up a spare napkin from breakfast and swiped away your empty plate with little regard to it shattering on the floor.

"Pen."

It wasn't Orochimaru's voice, but it wasn't Sakura's voice either. It was like an empty void had taken hold of her, expending only the energy necessary to complete its task.

Sasuke placed a blunt marker into her waiting hand, though she didn't seem bothered by the divergence from her instructions. Instead, she scribbled something on the napkin, then handed it to you with empty eyes. She was looking right through you, recognizing you only as the recipient of the note that she'd written. On it was an address.

"This is your house," you muttered, glancing at Kakashi with wide eyes.

"Meet there," Sakura commanded monotonously. Then, with no warning, she crumpled to the ground.

For as long as you had known her, Sakura had been fascinated by mythology.

She would tell you stories when the darkness of a cell became suffocating for both of you. She would whisper the words with so much excitement, wanting to share the stories that you'd never had the opportunity to hear. She'd tell you about Helen and Artemis and the magnificent creatures that lurked in forests and within caves. She transported you into a world wholly different from your own, where you could imagine yourself sailing the Aegean Sea in the open air, part of an equal collective of heroes whose responsibilities matched your own. Where you could swim with mermaids and face Charybdis' crashing waves and the monstrous form of Scylla. Where pain was simply a part of adventure rather than a means of control.

When you were free, she gave you the book of Greek myths that Kakashi had read to her as a child. She said that you always seemed interested in what you had to say, and you kept it by your bedside in Kakashi's room and reread the stories that Sakura had once told you. You told her every time she asked what you thought that you preferred the way she told them.

You remembered reading about the HYDRA. That was one story that Sakura never told when you were both in the Red Room. You had stared at the detailed painting of its long, snaking heads and the sharp points of its teeth and wondered if this was how Orochimaru saw himself. As one of those terrifying creatures, looming over the world like a god and multiplying each time he raised a girl to become a killer.

The Hydra had poisonous blood so virulent that even its scent was deadly. The Hydra possessed many heads and had regenerative power: for every head chopped off, the Hydra would regrow two in its place.

Orochimaru had left Kakashi's door hanging open in invitation. Kakashi's hands were wrapped tight around the steering wheel, though you were doing your best not to look at him. You almost couldn't stand the tension in the car or the silence that had persisted since Sakura passed out. She was sitting in between Naruto and Sasuke in the back seat, slumped on Sasuke's shoulder and supported by Naruto's arms around her waist, holding her steady. She hadn't stirred since she collapsed.

Kabuto was waiting for you in the doorway. You felt a chill race down your spine at the sight of him, and you could already feel yourself beginning to shut down. You could practically feel the intensity of his gaze, and you wondered if the slight ache in your cheek was a phantom pain that originated from your many memories of his fists hitting you again and again, insisting that pain was the only way to make you stronger.

You had become so weak. You hadn't realized it before, but you'd been too relaxed while you were with Kakashi and the others. You'd let your guard down for too long, and now you were paying for it.

Kakashi didn't move when you opened the car door. You glanced back at Naruto and Sasuke with a silent but firm order: do not come out of the car.

Kabuto didn't move when you began approaching him. His face remained expressionless, though you could see the tension in his body. His hands were balled into fists, and when you finally stopped a few feet away from him, his eyes narrowed just slightly.

Kakashi opened his door at the same time that Kabuto took a single step forward and slapped you across the cheek. The strength of it left your face stinging, and you felt your lip beginning to bleed where a ring had caught on the skin. It was far too familiar to be surprising.

"You have no idea how much you've destroyed," Kabuto said, and you only began to understand just how angry he was when you heard his voice. It was low and dangerous; the man was usually more composed than anyone you'd ever met. This level of anger from him was new territory. "If we didn't need you, I'd kill you where you stand."

You kept your lips sealed shut, ignoring Kakashi standing at your back. You saw Kabuto's eyes shift to meet his and waited with shallow breaths for one of them to move. You certainly wouldn't be the first.

"I see you've found another master," Kabuto sneered, glaring at you once again when he'd finished studying the indifferent expression on Kakashi's face. Kabuto grabbed your shirt and jerked you forward, his movements sudden and sporadic. You reached back and caught Kakashi's arm just as he began to move it. This wasn't the time to hinder Kabuto or Orochimaru from doing what they wanted. Not with Sakura's life on the line.

Kakashi's arm was tense in your grip. You tightened your fingers around his wrist just slightly, hoping that your silent reassurance would be conveyed in the gesture.

You knew it would only do so much. Time and time again, Sakura was being ripped away from him. He had to be sick of seeing her in pain.

And one cause of that pain was standing right in front of him.

Kabuto pulled you close enough that his lips were next to your ear. You felt warm breath on your skin and closed your eyes, fighting not to shrink away.

"You're nothing," he hissed. "Don't forget that just because you're needed."

You knew what you were. You had always known—you had just forgotten. For the briefest moment, you'd deluded yourself into thinking that you could mean something. That you could become someone.

A pipe dream. That was all it would ever be.

The creature was so poisonous that it killed men with its breath, and if anyone passed by when it was sleeping, they breathed its tracks and died in the greatest torment. Even the smallest contact with the Hydra’s blood could be fatal.

Orochimaru was waiting for you on Kakashi's couch. He didn't seem bothered by Kakashi's presence at your side; he must've been confident in the threat that he was holding over you both. He knew after Kakashi's many attempts to get Sakura back that he wouldn't risk her. Not for you.

Kabuto had said it himself. You were nothing.

When you saw Orochimaru for the first time after so long, it felt like you'd never left his side. You mind went blank, and you froze where you stood. You barely noticed Kakashi's pack scattered around the room, all motionless but still visibly breathing.

You were at attention, though you made sure that you weren't looking directly at Orochimaru. He didn't tolerate eye contact with his Widows. He claimed that it made them seem too human—too emotional. He wanted complete detachment from any kind of personal connection with you. To the Widows, Orochimaru wanted to be a god—untouchable and all-powerful.

You couldn't move. Your body wasn't responding to any of your brain's commands. You just stood, waiting for your fate like a deer waiting patiently for headlights to meet it. Orochimaru stood from the couch in silence, calm and collected and appearing as if he was in complete control of his emotions.

You tried to embody that same control, but found that panic mounted within you each time he took a step in your direction. By the time he had stopped in front of you, you'd stopped breathing altogether in an effort to hide your fear. To hide how terrified you were at the idea of going back to him. Any residual longing you'd felt for the familiarity of the Red Room disappeared as you stared at the wall next to him, eyes and lungs burning. With Orochimaru so close for the first time in months, you wondered how you had ever wanted to be near someone who's entire being screamed danger.

Orochimaru didn't move for a long moment. When he did, you felt the pressure of his cold fingers gripping your chin. He moved your face until you were forced to meet his gaze.

Terror seized your body when you finally looked into Orochimaru's cold, snake-like eyes. He was looking at you like he could see into the very depths of your soul, and you finally exhaled in a choked, broken whimper. There was the slightest upward twitch of Orochimaru's lips.

"You've made things very difficult for me," he said, the words slithering from his mouth like a snake escaping a cage. You felt them coiling around your throat with the familiar intent to kill. Despite how calm he may have looked, you had been studying him for signs of anger your whole life. His fury was practically dripping from the corners of his mouth as his lips shifted up into a smirk, "but even so, I've decided that you still have a place as a Widow."

Orochimaru's fingers had tightened on your chin, and his smile had widened into something crazed.

"You want that, don't you?"

Speaking seemed like an impossible task, but you forced your lips to part and felt the expected answer forming in your throat.

"Yes," you croaked, though it was hardly convincing. Orochimaru laughed and turned you around to face Kakashi and Kabuto where they stood in the doorway. Orochimaru's fingers fell to the back of your neck, and you recognized the warning in his tight grip.

"Then why don't you tell that to Hatake before he does something he'll regret."

You took a moment to clear the fog from your mind and look at Kakashi. The indifferent mask had fallen from his face, and Orochimaru seemed to see how desperate he was to stop the scene that was unfolding in front of him. Kabuto was keeping him far enough from you that he wouldn't interfere, but his shoulders were rising and falling too quickly to be from anything but panic. He looked ready to lunge towards you the second he found an opening.

His eyes met yours immediately when you turned around, searching for anything other than the desperate terror and resigned acceptance that he saw.

You wished you felt brave enough to speak. To reassure him and stop him from panicking when he didn't need to.

Don't move. Don't let him hurt her. It's okay. This was always going to happen.

"Tell him," Orochimaru ordered, "where it is that you belong."

His hand on the back of your neck felt like a shock to your system, waking you to the reality of what was happening. You were back in Orochimaru's cruel hands, waiting with bated breath for his next move. But through your hazy panic, one thought fought through and left your lips before you could even consider stopping it.

"Not until you fix her."

Kabuto froze at your words. He knew that as well as you did that ignoring Orochimaru's orders almost always ended in death.

"You offered a trade," you croaked. You voice sounded weak, and you almost felt ashamed that Kakashi was seeing you at such a low point, "so hold up your end of the bargain."

"Look at you," Orochimaru said with another laugh, condescension dripping from the words, "I almost want to be proud, but you and I both know that you weren't raised to speak out against me."

You wished you had never left. You wished you had just given Sakura to Kakashi the day that he came for her and gone back inside. You wished that he had left you there.

"You forgot your place, and now you've made it my job to remind you," Orochimaru hissed in your ear. "Now tell him where you belong."

"No," you whispered, the word so faint that you weren't even sure if you'd said it. But the tightening of Orochimaru's fingers around your neck was evidence enough that he'd heard you. Kakashi took a step forward, but froze when Kabuto raised a gun and pointed it at his chest. His wide eyes were still studying you, watching every minute reaction to Orochimaru's torment.

The man that he'd been itching to get his hands on was right here in front of him. He was close enough that he could take one leap forward and close his hands around the man's throat. He could fix this. He could stop you from giving yourself back to him.

"Kakashi-sensei!"

Naruto's voice was high and panicked on the opposite side of the door. He was keeping his distance, and it was clear that he didn't see you or Orochimaru standing in the center of the room, but Orochimaru still held tight to your neck to keep you from moving towards the boy. You closed your eyes and fought against the urge to follow Naruto's distressed cry.

Kakashi's reaction was instantaneous. He had turned around in a heartbeat, ignoring Kabuto's weapon and taking a step out of the house to face Naruto.

"Sakura's seizing!"

Kakashi's body went taut at the same time that all of the fight drained from your body. This was it. This was Orochimaru's trump card; the one thing that he could hold over your head that would make you do anything he asked.

He could kill Sakura. He didn't even have to be in the same room as her to make her heart stop.

"That's enough," you croaked, attempting to face Orochimaru but stopping when he thumb pressed deep into the junction of your neck, "I understand. I belong in the Red Room. I-I belong to you."

You heaved against the panic that still swirled in your stomach. Nausea was crashing in waves inside of you, and you thought you would've collapsed had it not been for Orochimaru holding you up by your throat.

"She stopped!" Sasuke shouted, voice farther from the house than Naruto's. Kakashi visibly relaxed and ordered Naruto to go back to the car and watch over Sakura. Naruto didn't protest.

Kabuto looked satisfied by your compliance, but Orochimaru was still tight. There was a long pause after your words, and you wondered if it was too late to give him the answer he wanted. Maybe you'd already dug your grave deep enough to lay in.

I belong to you.

You tried to change. You tried to escape. You tried to become human.

It just wasn't what fate had in store for you.

"Good."

Orochimaru's grip slackened, and he let you fall past his fingers until your knees hit the floor with a hard thump. You stared down at the wood with wide eyes, wondering how everything had changed so fast. Just this morning you'd discovered that today was your birthday, and Kakashi was making you pancakes with the kids. And not even two hours had passed.

Kakashi knelt in front of you with little concern about Kabuto or Orochimaru. You couldn't bare to look at him—not after he'd seen what Orochimaru could do to you. At how quickly you'd let him erase months of progress.

You felt hesitant, careful fingers brushing against your cheeks, and when you didn't react to the touch, Kakashi pressed his hands on either side of your face and lifted it so that you were forced to meet his eyes. It was a much gentler way of meeting your eyes, and you felt a deep sense of longing for it.

"I'm sorry," you croaked, "I tried."

He shook his head, brushing his thumb under your eye to keep a tear from falling. He was close enough that you knew Kabuto and Orochimaru wouldn't be able to see the movement, but neither were paying attention to the scene. Kabuto was waiting impatiently for Orochimaru to become bored with the emotional display, but Orochimaru was silently standing a few steps from you, barely paying attention to what the scene.

"Don't do this," Kakashi whispered. You wondered if you could trap the sound of his voice in your mind and hold on to it while you rotted away in the depths of the Red Room, "we can protect her."

"I know we can," you said back with a slight smile. You pressed a hand against his and closed your eyes, wondering why you hadn't accepted this kindness from him earlier. Maybe you would've gotten more of it before it was ripped away. Enough that it would take longer to forget the feeling of how warm his hand felt against your skin. But you knew that the feeling would slip away before you were ready to let it go, "just make sure she doesn't blame herself for this."

"I can protect you both," he pleaded. Your breath hitched, though it sounded more like a broken sob. Kakashi's face fell even further.

No one had ever protected you. No one had ever been given the chance. And no matter how much you wished it, Kakashi wouldn't be able to either.

"Take care of them."

Some ancient writers tried to come up with a rational explanation for the myth of the Hydra. Heraclitus, for example, suggested that the Hydra really had only one head, but was accompanied by its numerous brood—that is, the Hydra was really many snakes rather than a single many-headed snake.

"One of your doctors is a Widow," Orochimaru told Kakashi from the doorway, "her name is Shizune. She's the reason that Sakura's examinations weren't conclusive. You'll be able to get answers from her after six months have passed. In those six months, I won't have any use for Sakura, so unless you come looking for me or my Widows, she won't be in danger."

"Absolutely not. That's not what we agreed–"

"You have no bargaining power," Orochimaru snapped, looking down on Kakashi like the man was an ant that he wanted to crush. You shrunk away from him and back towards Orochimaru to avoid any further retaliation against either of you. Kakashi's hands fell from your face as you leaned away, and you tried not to feel like you were ripping yourself away from the only chance you'd ever had at happiness.

"Forget the Red Room and any connection you and Sakura have to it, and you won't ever have to see it again."

You were hesitant to look at Kakashi again, but the fury on his face when you did left you paralyzed.

Was that anger for Sakura?

Was it for you?

"Understand one thing," Kakashi said lowly, eyes alight with an unfamiliar rage, "I'll never forget this. And one way or another, I'll see you again."

"If that days comes," Orochimaru said with a dark smile, lips split like an open wound, "it'll be your last moments alive."

A sharp sting in your neck finally made you look away from Kakashi. His eyes widened when your body went slack and you fell to the side. He reached forward and caught your head before it could hit the floor, but his hand quickly disappeared when you were lifted into less gentle arms. You recognized the grip as Kabuto's, and despite your best efforts to stay conscious enough to be aware of your surroundings, darkness quickly swallowed your vision.

The Hydra's one immortal head was cut off with a golden sword given to Heracles by Athena. Heracles placed the head—still alive and writhing—under a great rock on the sacred way between Lerna and Elaius, and dipped his arrows in the Hydra's poisonous blood.

The last thing you saw was Kakashi, out of focus and still kneeling on the ground with his hands resting on the floor in front of him. Darkness prevailed, and freedom slipped through your fingers.

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Author's note | i'm sorry this chapter took me so long. i rewrote the end after i had it basically finished because i didn't love how it turned out, but i think i'm happy with how it ended up. it also ended up being very long oops. please let me know what you think!

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title is from "Timefighter" by Lucy Dacus

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sneezemonster15 · 2 years

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Hi! I wanted to say how much I appreciate your blog, and can't thank you enough for your careful analysis of Kishi's writing. It inspired me to rewatch the series for SNS. Today first episodes of Shippuuden already made me smile, where it seems story goes out of its way to establish that Naruto is bored by the ero-novels, saying not once, but TWICE that they're boring to him and he doesn't get it ! Used to not pay attention to it, now I'm like wow, really hammering the point home!

Hi. Thank you. That's so nice to hear. :)

Ikr? Like Kishi hammered it on and on as to how much Naruto's pervy jutsu is meant for childish pranks and not for any other reasons. He is just not into women, when it comes to it. He is closeted so he wants to pretend and overcompensate to hide it of course. And it's understandable, but the number of times Kishi points it out with such clear emphasis...

Naruto very much knows what the book is all about and how it 'affects' adult men.

But he himself is still not interested. What he is interested in is to use his skills at pervy jutsu to get what he wants.

Kishi in fact makes Naruto say it out loud that he doesn't even begin to understand the sexual interest in women. He of course knows 'why' men are interested in women and how to take advantage of that, but he himself doesn't relate to it.

Same in part two. Naruto finds it really boring. Yes Kish, we get it.

Kishi again stresses on the fact that Naruto uses straight men's weakness for women to his advantage. This is when Naruto and Sakura are fighting Kakashi during the second bell test.

Of course, this wouldn't be enough for Kishi, so he would stress on it again. When Shikamaru, Shiho and Kakashi are trying to decode the words on Fukasaku's back, written by Jiraiya.

Kishi is nothing if not persistent. Here is a healthy and vibrant 16 year boy who finds het porn 'boring as hell'. If nothing else, he would have reacted to it in some way, like Kakashi and Shikamaru are doing below.

So Naruto would be absolutely unperturbed by the erotic heterosexual content of the Icha Icha novel, but straight men such as Shikamaru and Kakashi would look like they are about to faint from embarrassment.

A lot of fans think that Naruto is perverted because he peeps at women in bath houses and all that but miss the part as to why he does that. Some really naive and '#woke' fans label his attempts of doing so as 'sexual assault', lol.

Truth is he does it to improve and build up on his pervy jutsu. He knows how it affects (straight) men. And we saw many times when he used it on men.

However his reverse oiroke jutsu, a much more evolved form of his girl on girl jutsu that he practiced even 'MORE than Rasengan' (way to be subtle Kish lol), where he gave each bunshin individualised looks and not the generic ones he used for his girl on girl jutsu.

Hehe. And Kishi 'Fought' with his editors for it too. Because he just couldn't think of Any Other Way that would distract Kaguya. Like it just wasn't possible. Lmao. Oh Kish, you absolute joker.

And these aren't even half of the indicators that Kishi wrote in to point at Naruto's closeted gayness.

Yeah, Naruto is as gay as the month of June. And Kishi really tries to make his audience see and feel it.

#ask #naruto #sns #uzumaki naruto #anti nh

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dog-gerz · 1 year

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Genin Naruto, Sasuke, Sakura, Neji, finding out that the reader is an Uchiha

Omg yayyyy!!!

Before I found the courage to start writing I was always thinking there wasn't enough genin content so i'm so happy I now get to write it myself!

Warnings: Team 7 part was a little angsty, I couldn't help myself! Gender neutral reader.

A/N: Neji's part was written before he was evangelized by Naruto jsjsjs

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Naruto:

"Wait a minute, you are an uchiha?! well... now that I look at you, you DO look like one... " He says making that signature expresion of him, the one that resembles a fox, with his blue eyes squinted almost like two thin lines. It's terribly cute, but you keep that to yourself. He tilts his head and crosses his arms, observing your face with careful attention. "You look an awful lot like Him and now I can't unsee it..." He feings annoyance, but deep down he is fond of the fact that he can see some of his dear best friend on your face.

Sasuke:

"An... Uchiha?" He can barely believe it, the dreadful events that were burnt deep into his memories where he saw all the members of his clan slain, are playing on his head like a movie. As far as he remembers, there weren't any survivors... but the longer he looks at you, the more he is convinced that there is no doubt. You are one of his own. Knowing now he is not the one alive of his cursed clan, he is starting to believe that he needs a new plan. Perhaps, he'll make you part of it, perhaps you desire revenge as much as he does.

Sakura:

She was walking down Konoha downtown back home after her lessons with The Fifth when she caught a glimpse of a way too familiar appearance: Silky hair flowing on the wind, black deep eyes, fair skin, almost like pristine porcelain. Her heart started to thump painfully on her chest, the pain of His absence still fresh and heavy on her soul. The person she saw walking just in the opposite direction looked way too similar to Him for it to be a coincidence... could it be? she clutched the hem of her clothes, holding some hope without even knowing.

Neji:

"hmph... not another one of these..." He thinks to himself, eyeing you up and down. Is not hard to read his expresion, it's a mixture of annoyance and disgust. The Hyuga prodigy is famous for his arrogance after all, so you try not to take it personally. Still, the pride runs strong through your Uchiha blood, so deep down, you make a mental note of showing off your habilities the next chance you get. It would be best to give him a reason to look at you with envy instead.

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Had so much fun writing these! I hope you like it. The ask didn't specify form or anything so I kinda ran free jsjsjs Thank you very much for your request!

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hellcifrogs · 1 year

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If you could fix ino how would u fix her or make improvements?

I'm already doing some of that in the NaruFox AU, but as a character I feel like she has the same problem as Chouji and team 8, which is they were introduced as pretty much the protagonists' childhood friends and left us (me at least) wanting for more of and from them... Only to barely ever appear doing much again. So all of them are kind of one dimensional compared to other characters like Shikamaru, Gai, the sannin... To fix or improve is though when you don't even have much to work with in the first place...

I don't like that Ino in particular is reduced to a shallow girl who only cares about boys and her looks. I don't even remember the exact words, but Asuma dies and all he has to say to her is 'don't lose to sakura in love'? a student he saw growing and training, who he should know about the weaknesses and strenghts in combat, her personality, family, dreams and wishes... but obviously she wasn't developed enough to have any of that so that's all we know about her.

Hmm I'd start with that, but also get her more friends outside the main teams, she felt like the popular and extroverted kid to me she should be that girl who knows everybody. I would not make her end with Sai, because, just like Sakura and Hinata, feels disrespectful to her character and in their case it's also terrible to Sai as well. (I mean this based only on the naruto manga, not including any blank period content added afterwards). With changing her not to be moved by boys and looks only I'd change her outfit too. It looks cute, but it has bothered me ever since I first saw it when I was a teenager... Shikamaru and Chouji are all full uniform and armor right beside her and she looks like she's about to go take a walk on the beach :(

#ask #im stopping now this got really long sorry

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maoam · 1 year

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I hope you're alright.

U know how the fandom view kakashi right? The guy with the most tragic past in the whole show, one of the best senseis in anime history and is extremely wise and and wins every battle. yeah?

But not everything they claim him to be is true right? Like he's called wise but to me I never really saw that, the times he was meant to be wise like when he told twelve year old sasuke to give up on revenge... yea, wasn't the best advice to give since their pasts are different? As for them claiming he is op, didn't he have to be saved from Zabuza, which was like the first serious battle of the arc and part 1 of naruto?

Him having a tragic past yea I agree w that, but it never made him think of the system and how it was wrong? He's just content to follow with whatever.

And him being one of the best senseis in anime history, like I'm sorry but he didn't understand any of his three students, was blind to sakura's faults, didn't help sasuke with anything ( apart from teaching him chidori), projected on sasuke waayy too much, knew the truth about the massacre and did nothing w that information? ( unless I missed a bit where he did).

Idk this is just my opinion. What do you think of him? Thanks.

Him as a teacher is whatever for me, I mean he teaches Sasuke some things in part 1, and teaches Naruto couple things in part 2, but he is admittedly lacking in that department. The sannins take over his role in part 1 already.

As for why he is popular, one reason is because he is superficially a cool character, he is hyped up a lot, he has "1000 jutsus", he has sharingan, he has a tragic backstory, he also hides his face so even that is a mystery about him. Him reading erotica books is something people find funny, because it seemingly contradicts with his outer appearance. He is also a mentor character and those tend to become popular since young people find mentors reliable figures they would want in their own lives.

But yeah he doesn't really fight much despite all the hype, some fanboys also point out that his track record during the story is small compared to what one would expect.

What I dislike about his character is that he's a passive victim who never questions their system. His father killed himself because his community was brainwashed by Konoha's mentality, one of his teammates died as a child soldier, and another seemingly died as well. And that's not all, one of his students was a victim of a decades long alienating policy and a genocide and another of his students was a human container for monster that were seen as tools used for war so that the villages could profit from it. Yet he accepted it and submitted to it. And of course the fandom glorify this because what they care about is drawing flower crowns on their favorite characters and pretending the story is about kittens and puppies and not oppression. They don't like to see characters negatively and uncomfortably affected by injustice, unless it lasts like one arc and they are back to cracking jokes.

What makes it worse is that he does see it, he sees why Sasuke is the way he is, because of their world, yet his solution is to get rid of Sasuke instead of the system.

Generally, I don't think there is anything admirable about letting oppressors walk over you and putting up with it. It's sad if anything.

He is also hypocritical. When Sasuke's revenge was only consisting of killing Itachi, Kakashi was already against it, despite the fact Itachi killed not only Sasuke's family but his whole clan. And yet when Team 10 wanted to avenge Asuma, he was all for it, he even went to help. Is it because Asuma is someone Kakashi personally cared for? Because that's not a good look.

I also hate how he handles Sakura with kid gloves. I understand a character was needed to do this, because despite the fact Sakura is supposed to be an unlikeable person she is still part of the main cast and can't be outrightly condemned. There needs to be someone justifying her nonsense. But it doesn't change the fact it's annoying and doesn't make me favor Kakashi's character. A good example is when he tries to speak for Sakura, and he says to Sasuke that Sakura wants to save him eventhough he tried to kill her. He is of course conveniently omitting the fact Sakura came there to kill Sasuke herself. Lol.

Sakura isn't the type to brag or hurt others?

First arc.

Last arc. Yeah, no bragging to be found...

I don't think I need to add every single scene where Sakura has beaten Naruto up or berated him.

And to add to Kakashi's passiveness, he became a Hokage to warm the seat for Naruto because Obito wanted him to, like come on.

#anon

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melonteee · 10 months

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Some time ago I watched your 4!Kids video while binging your videos when I found you (it was the Law video that brought me to you) and I'm curious if you know how One Piece was broadcasted in Australia TVs post 4!Kids. I can also share this "fun"fact: I looked up if in Germany One Piece was imported from the U.S. and I found out that, since it came to us nearly a month after the BzKJ (our countries "child and juvenile protection against harmful media") became very strict since the Erfurt massacre the year before, it had many cuts made like with DBGT and Naruto (like how they added away a guy's giant blade, but kept the hilt).

I don't think we really broadcasted it anywhere on free to air TV in Australia tbh, we kinda just replayed the 4kids episodes until it stopped being trendy. HOWEVER the manga was suuuuuper accessible, as a lot of manga was/is in Australia for some reason, and tons of kids read it instead of watched it from what I can remember. They ended up reading it due to 4kids airing it, and I think it had the opposite effect that it had in America.

I've discovered recently that One Piece actually isn't one of the top animes/shonens in America, that spot being taken by things like Naruto, MHA, AoT, Bleach, etc. But in Australia it's so widely popular, we even have two One Piece based cafes in Melbourne - one being in the main central shopping centre. If you go to any anime convention in Australia you will find One Piece cosplays and Luffys eeeeverywheeeere. Merch here is easy to find and so is the manga - both old and new releases - in physical stores. From what I've discovered, the 4kids version of One Piece hurt its reputation in America more than anything, but in Australia it seemed to just get kids to seek out the manga?

Anyways, my apologies, I don't think that was really what you were asking LMAO but to answer your question - I'm actually not too sure what happened with One Piece post 4Kids cause I wasn't seeking out op content at that time. However, I WAS seeking out any and all anime on free to air tv, and I never saw One Piece past the occasional 4Kids replay. It's possible it was different in different states, but Australia seems to stay pretty consistent with their country wide tv stations so who really knows. Sorry I couldn't be more helpful!

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semi-imaginary-place · 1 year

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naruto blogging part 3.

naruto actually has a couple chapters where he introspects and reflects on his childhood. it also includes a fist fight against his persona 4 style shadow self. he is no less unhinged about sasuke for this. sasuke on the other hand oh yeah not a shred of reflection or lessons learned, he's running full throttle on emotions only not a single thought in that boys head. no thoughts head empty only angst and violence.

if the jinchuuriki seal weakens during pregnancy why do you keep sealing them in women.

make kakashi a part of anbu at like 12 and sends him of deadly assasinations. but no he cant fight the kyuubi at 15 like lol he's definitely seen worse at this point

538 kishimoto is so trying to make this a thing. he just thought of it and now is trying to retcon the series, again. because none of the spars or fights until now have had this finger thing.

Kishimoto is a master of asspull no jutsu and retcon no jutsu and sudden power up no jutsu but it usually its at least connected. Like with itachi/sasukes sharingan with the left and right eyes just like how amaterasu and tsukiyomi were born of izanagi washing his left and right eyes. And then susanoo finished out the trio of powers/gods. I guess also foreshadowing that izanagi is also a jutsu. Havent seen izanami yet tho.

oh im not done got about another 160 chapters but i've been skipping around and jumping back and forth between the anime and manga. the anime has filler but a lot of the filler is actually pretty decent (and the only time women get screentime) the anime also includes novel information and in some plaes the pacing and presentation of events is actually better. i also got nostalgic and reread some of og naruto

when i said i was talking about drawing naruto i wasn't saying the the series in general i mean the obnoxious hyperactive orange jumpsuit wearing idiot. idk how much you saw but mid 2000s had loads of fan art like this was just after shippuden released and when people drew naruto in his 20s it was always with longer hair which i think is interesting since kishimoto gave him short short hair for his 30s. there's also the changing artstyle from the first anime to the newest as well as in the manga and i find that all interesting so i was thinking of making a refernce sheet for naruto essentially detailing how his appearance changes over time filled with head canons of course.

oh when i say filler i dont just mean filler episodes. the episodes themselves are often paced slow to drag things out or have unnecessary flashbacks. so you have opening and sponsors 2min replay of last part of earlier ep 5min ed + preview + skit 3min +3 min of flashbacks and at a 23min run time theres only really about 10min of content per ep

i think i said this before but wow i feel bad for the ninetails and bijuu. confined and sometimes chained or speared to pin them in place, stripped of bodily autonomy. their chakara or even their body parts or physical form are controlled by another person. because people are jealous of their power, because they do not look human. i have much empathy for the Other, its quite reasonable they want to destroy konoha

Sasuke's hair after the manga ends sucks so like all of boruto im ignoring it. Thinking back a lot of 2010 boys had the cockatoo hair: sasuke, allen walker, noctis, riku?. Anyways long hair could look good one him, tied back like itachi but keeping the bangs. I can understand wanting to hide the rinnegan but sasuke already was THE emoboy of the 2000s he doesnt need to look more emo. But if he had long hair would it be flat like itachi or spikey like madara?

Back to the double suicide pact. I've mainly heard about double suicides in japan in the context of lovers' suicide (i think hxh references this too) where two lovers decide to simultaneously kill themselves because circumstances wont allow them to be together in this life in hopes they can be together in the next. And thats literally what naruto proposes. Ah where the quote... Its like if we die i will no longer be the jinchuriki and you'll no longer be an uchiha we will be free of our burdens. If i cant be with you in this life i'd rather die and wait to be reincarnated with you. Naruto chooses death with sasuke over life as hokage im not over this. I'll take all your hatred so that you are freed from it. Like, bruh, wow.

Another thing i dont like about boruto is that naruto and sasuke dont have matching arms anymore. Its important that they match

having the sharingan evolve into the rinnegan is classic kishimoto bullshit. he just wanted another power level up. the sharingan is so closely tied to the uchiha clan with shinto imagery and then the rinnegan… well its used to create cheap narrative tension to give naruto an op villian to fight via nagato. the rinnegan is associated with buddhist imagery and divinity in naruto-verse and gets like the most random mix of powers kishimoto was clearly scrapping the dregs of his brain for cool power ideas. the 6 paths worked for the pain aesthetic but does mesh at all with the rinnegan's status as ultimate eye. you get attraction/repulsion, mechs, soul extraction, big animal summon, chakra absorption, revive the dead, some other weird summon. basically its whatever kishimoto needed at the time to make pain threatening with his usual 0 thoughts given to the implication for the whole series.

#naruto

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the-letter-horror-lover · 2 years

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Boruto Oneshots by Booktoon4

Anime » Boruto: Naruto Next Generations Rated: T, English, Romance & Friendship, Mitsuki, Chocho A., Words: 6k+, Favs: 14, Follows: 9, Published: Nov 6, 2018 Updated: Mar 18, 2019

8Chapter 1

Here's my Boruto oneshots!

The main couple is Mitsuki x Chocho, with others thrown in at times.

These oneshots will have no connection to one another (unless mentioned at the beginning of the small chapter).

I don't own Boruto, it belongs to Ukyo Kodachi.

Please enjoy!

Oneshot #1 – Feeding Time

Golden eyes were focused on the pair nearby. Mitsuki's attention normally didn't waiver, but he was very curious. He could see Boruto lean forward, aiming for Sarada's hand. Taking a bite out of a meat bun, Boruto made a pleased noise. Turning back to his own girlfriend, Mitsuki tilted his head.

"Chocho? What is it they're doing?"

The girl stopped her talking about a new flavor of chips to focus on what Mitsuki asked. Looking over at the other couple in the vicinity, Chocho smiled.

"That? Oh they're just feeding each other." Seeing confusion still on his face, she elaborated. "It's a thing couples do sometimes. It can be seen as romantic, as a way to feel close your partner. Or even because you genuinely just want to feed them and watch them be happy." Finished explaining, Chocho thought that was the end of it.

But then Mitsuki's eyes drifted down to the intact chip that she held.

"Do you want to try it, too?" Seeing his enthusiastic nod, she smiled at her boyfriend. She waited, patiently holding a chip between two fingers.

Mitsuki felt honored as he always did when Chocho offered to share her food with him. Usually they passed the meal back and forth between them. Though something about this felt different. A good different, which was interesting for Mitsuki. Not being well versed in verbalizing emotions, he decided to trust his instincts.

Chocho's cheeks became warm as he leaned closer. She didn't know why this felt so intimate. Much more than she had been anticipating. Maybe it had to also do with the fact that Mitsuki held eye contact throughout the whole thing.

"Ah." Mitsuki made sure to do this part, since learning that people spoke the word before consuming food. His hand stretched out, coming to rest atop Chocho's shaking one. It wasn't all that noticeable and he wasn't sure she was aware, but his actions lessened the trembling somewhat.

Observing her face, Mitsuki saw that Chocho blushed even deeper. Noticing her eyes had become slightly dilated, he decided that his girlfriend was adorable. Becoming this worked up over feeding him was cute.

Oh.

So that's what made this different from other times they've shared food together. Mitsuki smiled, eyes gleaming with the newfound conclusion.

Chocho saw the change right away. "Babe?" Everything okay?" Chocho was curious about what had her boyfriend now smiling, when they hadn't even done anything yet.

"I'm alright. I just realized something."

"Yeah? What was that?"

The whole chip being engulfed hadn't been what she expected. She let out a giggle that made Mitsuki's bulged cheeks smile. Chewing the rest of his bite, he swallowed before once more focusing on Chocho's digits. Mitsuki's warm tongue trailed along her fingers. The remaining salt was swept off in one swipe. His actions caused Chocho to have a full body shiver.

"This experience has shown me how flustered you can get. While also being so enthralling." Mitsuki said this so honest and straightforward, that Chocho felt so much love for him. Cupping his cheeks, she leaned forward. Their noses touched in a gentle eskimo kiss. Mitsuki hummed, eyes closing in contentment.

2: The Fight

Here is my next oneshot

The main couple is Mitsuki x Chocho, with others thrown in at times.

These oneshots will have no connection to one another (unless mentioned at the beginning of the small chapter).

I don't own Boruto, it belongs to Ukyo Kodachi.

Please enjoy!

Oneshot #2 – The Fight

She fought to catch her breath. Slumped on a lamp post, Chocho tried to sense where her assailant was. A fiery blast shot into an adjacent building. Chocho ducked down, before running ahead. Going around the side of the building, she was flung forward when another attack struck. This time it had barely missed her feet, a hot wave making the back of her legs sweat.

"You have to run faster. If you don't want to end up charred by my flames." Her attacker was close enough to hear the echoing voice, but Chocho couldn't see him. Enlarging her hand into her Partial Transformation Jutsu, she readied herself for an attack.

Her pursuer leapt out of the shadows. Only to have long limbs wrap around him the moment he did.

Slamming the guy into the concrete wall, Mitsuki watched as a trickle of blood slid out from under his short blonde hair.

"Sorry for the late arrival." Mitsuki's yellow eyes were illuminated in the dark, almost glowing. A frown marred his face, betraying his fury even though his voice was calm.

"What's this? Another ninja? Well no matter, I'll capture him too." Igniting his entire body with flames, the stranger forced Mitsuki to let him go.

Leaping out of the way, the young ninja went over to where his girlfriend stood. Sharing a glance, Mitsuki nodded at Chocho's wordless command. Charging up his Snake Lightning, Mitsuki went low aiming for the man's legs. Chocho went high, her focus being to hit his head.

What the two ninja didn't count on was for the assailant to release a volley of fireballs. Large ones that Mitsuki and Chocho didn't have time to dodge. Acting fast, Chocho redirected her punch towards the ground. A large slab came up, which Mitsuki pulled Chocho down to crouch behind.

With each minute, the structure grew weaker and weaker. Mitsuki watched as bits of the edge were reduced to ash, his mind whirling to figure out a plan. Thinking of one, Mitsuki whispered in Chocho's ear. "I'll sneak up from underground and use my Soft Physique Modification. While I distract him, you attack."

Chocho looked at her boyfriend, whose gaze was confident. "Alright." Chocho then felt her arm grow smaller as she powered down her attack. Her next move would require something more special. She then saw Mitsuki dig underneath the asphalt, not wasting a second more.

Their assailant had not noticed what they were doing. He had not yet stopped his barrage of fire attacks. Thus, it gave Mitsuki and Chocho an advantage.

Using his arm technique, Mitsuki had the fiend immobile once again. In a matter of seconds, Chocho felt her body lose the last of her chubbiness, before rapidly gaining strength in exchange.

Bright pink light lit up the alley and the surrounding area. Mitsuki didn't bother to shield his eyes, since the screaming abruptly stopped. Chocho's powerful technique dwindled down, and Mitsuki could tell that the assailant was dead.

"Good work, Chocho." He could tell that she was breathing harder. Using that jutsu took more effort, and yet she was still standing. He really admired Chocho's power and ability to persist under pressure.

It was late at night when the pair finally exited the alley, after being questioned by authorities. Mitsuki took Chocho to eat at Ichiraku's. She deserved a treat after that awful ordeal. During the walk over there, Mitsuki supposed he could eat as well.

"Thanks for doing this, babe! I really appreciate it." Chocho stopped chewing on her dumplings to look across from her. Mitsuki was enjoying a small bowl of ramen, while Chocho herself had ramen and dumplings.

"You're welcome. I'm just glad you're alright." When he had known that she was in trouble, he had a split second of blind panic. After that, Mitsuki was racing towards where he last felt Chocho's chakra signature. He was thankful to arrive in time to help her.

Mitsuki's smile made her own grow wider. Chocho was lucky to have him.

3: Pet Store

Here the next oneshot

The main couple is Mitsuki x Chocho, with others thrown in at times.

These oneshots will have no connection to one another (unless mentioned at the beginning of the small chapter).

I don't own Boruto, it belongs to Ukyo Kodachi.

Please enjoy!

Oneshot #3 – Pet Store

Chocho was a little nervous. But she tried to steel her nerves as she took another step, bringing her closer to the store. Once inside, she barely blinked before her boyfriend was off. Chocho chuckled, Mitsuki could barely contain himself during the drive over. He kept on chattering about the numerous snake facts he knew.

Having been to this store more than once, she wasn't surprised that he had mapped out the reptile location.

Waving slightly at the employee, Chocho tried not to show her nervousness. But from a sympathetic smile, the woman figured it out anyway.

Well, at least Mitsuki looked like he was in heaven.

"Chocho, come look at this one!"

His voice reverberated throughout the store, not too far from where his girlfriend was standing. Chocho felt herself smile. From just his voice alone, she could tell that Mitsuki was really excited. He had been wanting a snake for a while.

The school dorms hadn't allowed pets during their time at the academy, but now both Chocho and Mitsuki had graduated. Thus, the first thing that her boyfriend wanted after they got an apartment was a pet snake. He had gotten all of the necessary supplies, all that was needed was their pet.

Walking over to Mitsuki she followed where his finger was pointing. A small snow corn snake was slithering about in its small habitat. She crouched down so she could see it better. Its body slowly uncoiled itself.

"I think he likes me. Watch this." Mitsuki began moving his index finger around in a slow circle. Chocho watched in surprise as the snake's tiny head followed the pattern. She suppressed a shiver when its mouth opened wide, after her boyfriend did so.

Mitsuki cocked his head, and chuckled when his movements were copied again. "Animals are intelligent. This snake in particular. We should get this one."

As Chocho hesitantly nodded her head, she saw movement out the corner of her eye. She looked just in time to see a tiny nose touch the glass in front of her. Two beady little eyes stared up into her own. As red looked into gold, something shifted. Chocho felt herself actually lean a little closer to the animal.

As its little tongue poked out, she thought to herself. Why did she dislike snakes so much? Did she truly find something disturbing about them, or had she just believed what her friends spewed over the years when she was in school? The more Chocho analyzed it, the more she felt that her assumption was wrong.

Like a weight off her chest, she felt the nervousness vanish.

"Is that a smile I see?" Without looking at Mitsuki, she could tell there was a little humor in his tone. But when she looked into his eyes, Chocho could see genuine happiness.

"Yeah well, let's get going then." Chocho couldn't hide her small blush. Or her smile.

4: Support

Here's the next oneshot

The main couple is Mitsuki x Chocho, with others thrown in at times.

These oneshots will have no connection to one another (unless mentioned at the beginning of the small chapter).

I don't own Boruto, it belongs to Ukyo Kodachi.

Please enjoy!

Oneshot #4 – Support

"So that's when you multiply by the nth power." Mitsuki took his pencil and scribbled some more. Finishing up by circling the answer, he turned to Chocho. "Do you understand it now?"

Tongue poking out, she erased the last of her mistakes. Looking at her notes which now contained what Mitsuki wrote down, she nodded. Math was hard, and with their exam coming up next week Chocho was nervous. She hoped this studying would help.

"Yeah thanks so much, Mitsuki. When you explain it, things make a lot more sense." Shooting him a smile, she turned back to her stack of papers on the lunch table.

Before three weeks ago, her disorganization had been bad. But then Mitsuki offered to help. Now Chocho's schoolwork was neat and cleaner than it had ever been. It was no wonder Mitsuki could follow along with the lesson plan every week.

Chocho looked over at the rest of their friends eating lunch. They were talking animatedly about a new movie that had come out last weekend. Some action flick that had a lot of violence. Tuning them out, she wondered why boys liked that sort of stuff. Especially when it was like the third movie about the same boring stuff.

Chocho began packing up her belongings before putting her backpack in the space next to her. Taking out her wallet, she counted out how much she had for food. Good, she had enough for something extra to splurge on! When her friend Sumire had mentioned there would be pie today, Chocho had forgone spending her leftover money at the store on her way home. Chocho couldn't resist the temptation of fresh pie.

"I'll be right back."

Mitsuki nodded, smiling at Chocho. "Alright. I'll watch your stuff." His eyes trailed after her as she walked over to the lunch line.

Biting her lip, Chocho stared at the food. What to do? She wanted to get her usual. A pizza, hotdog, and fries sounded really good right about now. Then she could even have enough to get a slice of pie. But then she thought about Mitsuki. He had been so kind to her the last month that she wanted to do something nice for him. A lightbulb then went off, and she smiled.

A finger then poked her side. "Chocho? You ok? You were staring into space for a minute."

Chocho let out a laugh. "Oh yeah, nothing to worry about. Hey so what are you guys getting?" And with that, the girls started having a conversation.

Mitsuki loved watching Chocho. She was very beautiful in his eyes. When she laughed at one of his corny jokes, he felt compelled to make her laugh even more. Once he even succeeded in making milk spew out of her nose. That had been a good day.

When her brow furrowed in confusion, he sought to help her understand. Homework was the most challenging thing for Chocho, Mitsuki realized. When she looked at him with puppy dog eyes asking for his help, he couldn't say no to her adorable face.

He also admired her courage, and ability to speak her mind. During class and outside of school. She had a lot of opinions and wasn't abashed to say them. Chocho would also speak in defense of her friends too at times.

All of these things were just a few of the reasons why he liked Chocho.

"Earth to Mitsuki." A hand waved in front of him. Snapping out of his trance, Mitsuki reluctantly looked at Shikadai.

"We were wondering if you wanted to hang out this Friday. Play some video games at my house?" Shikadai was curious. What had their friend preoccupied for a while?

"Oh yes that would be fun. I'm in." Mitsuki spared him a second longer before his gaze wandered.

"Hmm? Hey buddy, what're you looking at?" Boruto tried to see what his friend saw, but could only see Chocho laughing with some girls while they stood in line. "I don't see anything interesting."

Inojin peered around his friends, and his eyes widened. No it couldn't be.

"Eh, Mitsuki? You staring at Chubs?" Inojin smirked.

Yellow eyes cut sharply to him. Inojin stiffened. Mitsuki was smiling but his eyes weren't joking.

"Finish your food." Mitsuki picked up Inojin's sub sandwich and stuffed it into the blonde's mouth. He hated that nickname that Inojin bestowed on Chocho, even if said in jest.

Noticing that Chocho had returned to the table, Mitsuki focused solely on her.

"Careful Inojin. You'll choke if you inhale too much at once." Chocho helpfully pounded him on the back, watching as he coughed and spluttered. Hopefully this would teach him not to take on more than he could chew.

Mitsuki shot Inojin a smirk before his attention was grabbed by Chocho once more.

"Hey Mitsuki? Here, I bought this for you." Holding out a piece of pie on a plate, she watched his eyes soften. Chocho felt her cheeks become warm. "I wanted to thank you for being there for me recently." Finishing her statement with a sincere smile, she saw him blush too. Huh, poor guy. She guessed that Mitsuki didn't really get appreciated properly like this often.

"Huh? This is for me?" The besotted boy couldn't believe it. Here was his crush and friend, giving him something out of the goodness of her heart. He took the slice, studying it for a moment. No one had ever offered him food as a gift before. It was nice.

"Mhmm." Cheeks stuffed with her meal, Chocho nodded enthusiastically.

Their friends were watching in silence. Inojin had calmed down from having his sandwich attack, Boruto had a grin on his face, and Shikadai rolled his eyes while smirking.

It was now the morning of the test.

"Dude, you gotta go for it! Stop worrying about what might happen." Boruto tried to make his friend see sense. "Come on, you've been pining for her for the last couple months. Plus, you couldn't stop gushing about her gift to you last week. Now's the time to ask her out!" He shot a thumbs up to his friend.

"Yeah, this is getting tedious. You really should tell her your feelings today." Shikadai was walking beside them while on their way to school. He tried to encourage Mitsuki too.

"Alright then. I'll tell Chocho my love for her after class then." He smiled when Boruto reached out for a high five.

"That's the spirit! Now let's go, we don't want to be late for our test." With that, the blonde took off running. Mitsuki and Shikadai shared a look before following.

Shikadai huffed. "Since when do you care about being on time, Boruto?"

Sparing a smile, Boruto kept his pace up. "Ever since Shino told me that I have two tardies. One more and there'll be detention for sure!"

"Hey guys! What's the rush?" Chocho was suddenly running along with the three boys. She was surprised. Normally her friends weren't this energetic in the morning. She could understand Boruto's reasons for hurrying, but wondered about Mitsuki and Shikadai's. Though she did find it amusing how Mitsuki wasn't even breaking a sweat.

"Good morning, Chocho. Boruto's hurrying because he doesn't want detention. Are you ready for our test today?" Mitsuki hoped so. All the studying they had done to prepare for it would pay off after this. Hopefully Chocho would pass and get the grade she wanted.

"Yup, I sure am!" With a cheesy grin she looked up into his yellow eyes. "I'm gonna crush this exam!" Chocho ran faster in her excitement. She was eager to get the test over with so she could finally relax.

It wasn't long before the group were inside their class. Giving Chocho's shoulder a pat, Mitsuki went to his desk.

Chocho breathed in deeply before heading to her own. She knew she could do this! Replaying that mantra in her head, she focused all of her attention down on the blank packet.

The rest of the week was normal, which Chocho was grateful for. But that next Monday was when the students of Shino's class dreaded the most – having their tests handed back.

"So what was your score Chocho?" They hadn't even left the class before Mitsuki popped the question. Shino tried to look busy so he didn't look like he was eavesdropping.

Standing beside her, Mitsuki tried to play it casual but he was anxious. Did she have red marks all over her now graded test, or did she have a thumbs up at the top of her paper near her score?

He inwardly panicked as he saw a tear roll down her cheek. Before he could offer her comfort, she quickly spun around. Their eyes locked on to each other.

Mitsuki's mind went blank as Chocho hugged him.

Even Shino's mouth dropped open a little. Well, this took a turn.

"I passed! I passed! Yeah suck it, test!"

Her elation got Mitsuki to snap out of his trance. He smiled wide as his arms wrapped around her. "I'm proud of you, Chocho."

The girl paused in her cheers. She couldn't have done it without him. Gathering her courage, she did something that she had wanted to do for a while.

Mitsuki felt his face turn ablaze as Chocho kissed his cheek. What was happening? His heart stuttered before beating wildly, knees shaking all the while. Confusion was in his eyes as he tried to comprehend why she did that.

"Mitsuki, will you go out with me?"

To say he was bewildered was an understatement. His only crush was asking him this? This was really happening and it wasn't a dream?

"Yes, I would love that." Mitsuki's heart felt so light, and his mouth smiled wide. Mitsuki bent his head down and planted a kiss of his own to Chocho's cheek.

"I'm honored to be your boyfriend."

Chocho smiled, her expression relieved and ecstatic. Tugging his hand, she began to head to the door. "Come on, let's go meet up with the guys and tell them the good news!"

Now alone in his classroom, Shino methodically piled his work together before putting it in his bag. Ah young love. Whistling, he stood up before exiting his room to go to lunch.

8Chapter 5: No Matter What

Here the next oneshot! Mmm so this one isn't totally serious like real deep depression, just um some mild anxiety and a little bit of weight gain. It has a happy ending though!

Oh yeah! Heads up it has cute pet-names and terms of endearments thrown in because I love that sort of stuff!

These oneshots will have no connection to one another (unless mentioned at the beginning of the small chapter).

I don't own Boruto, it belongs to Ukyo Kodachi.

Please enjoy!

Oneshot #5 – No Matter What

Mitsuki felt a mixture of emotions. When he came home earlier, he had felt a smidgen of fear. The lights had been off, yet Chocho's car was in the driveway. He felt relief to see her in their bedroom, yet worry to notice that she was curled up in the fetal position.

"Baby?"

No response. This wasn't good. Walking over to her, Mitsuki slowly got behind her so he too could lie down on the bed. He put his arms around her, watching as she blinked her tear-filled eyes.

"What's wrong, dumpling?"

"Please don't call me that." Even as Chocho curled into Mitsuki's chest, she couldn't help but combat that pet-name he gave her. It made her feel disgusting, when usually it would make her happy.

"Did something happen? Why don't you want to be called by a term of endearment?" His worry increased. Mitsuki had never seen Chocho like this before.

"I feel ugly today, and don't want to be called anything that resembles fat." Chocho felt her lip quiver again. She couldn't bare it, not today. Then Chocho hated herself even more for not wanting to associate with the nickname. God she was awful.

"Oh honey. I'm so sorry. You are so lovely, and yet you still feel like this." Mitsuki felt sadness latch onto him as well. It tore him up to think that Chocho negatively viewed her body like this.

Chocho's head whipped up to lock her eyes with his own. They burned with an intensity. When she spoke however, it was not in agreement. She was still putting herself down. "No, you don't understand. I was standing on the scale earlier and I gained three whole pounds since yesterday!" Recalling this seemed to give Chocho a fresh wave of tears.

Mitsuki was now equally confused as he was sad. "That's it?" Cocking his head, he stared at her.

"Mitsuki!" Oh no, now her cheeks were puffed up. She was pouting, which was not sexy when she was crying and sad.

"I apologize." Mitsuki wiped the moisture from her face. "But gaining such a tiny bit of weight does not usually drive you to the point of crying, right?" He watched her nod. So why was it bothering her now? Mitsuki was still confused.

"It upsets me because I ate the normal amount of what I eat every day. I didn't eat anything extra for dinner." Chocho was now biting her bottom lip. Tears had stopped falling from her eyes, but she hadn't cheered up yet.

"Well yes but you did snack more frequently as well."

"Oh my god. I have no control." She moaned while her hands came up to cover both eyes.

"No, my love. There is nothing wrong with you. Chocho, beautiful can't begin to describe you." Mitsuki made sure to capture her gaze when he said that. Now that he was sure she was listening, he continued. "Your skin? It's perfect."

Moving slowly, Mitsuki's face neared hers, to give Chocho time to pull away if she wanted to. But she held still, waiting. Kissing her nose and cheek, he could tell his words were getting through to his girlfriend.

"Your body? Flawless." Rubbing both hands along her chubby love handles, he could feel the skin warming with each minute that passed.

Mitsuki marveled at the woman. Here Chocho was, everyday giving him the love and affection that he craved. Never once asking to be reciprocated, yet receiving the same amount of love increased by tenfold.

Mitsuki thought back on their relationship throughout the years. He remembered her smiles the most, as he gave an abundance of hugs and kisses to Chocho all the time. Mitsuki really did love her body, no matter what it looked like.

A thought came unbidden just then, making him frown. "I'm sorry."

"Huh? Why are you apologizing?" Now Chocho was confused.

"While I noticed at the beginning of our relationship how you like to receive physical affection, I have been lacking being verbal in my appreciation of you. I'm sorry for not saying more often how beautiful you are. I will strive to do so in the future." Mitsuki finished with a small smiled, hoping to convey how genuine he was. What he did not expect was the bone-crushing hug after he spoke.

Chocho squeezed him hard, her face finally showing happiness. "Thanks, love. But there is nothing to apologize for. You always know how to make me feel better, whether you use your words or touch. I'm so lucky to have you in my life." Filled with warmth, Chocho gave her boyfriend no time to respond as she quickly kissed him.

"Now come on, let's go make dinner! I'm starved!" Getting up out of the warm space near Mitsuki, she rushed out of the room.

He chuckled while listening to her spout off a list of different choices for their meal. Mitsuki smiled in contentment.

6: Rainy Day

Here's another Boruto oneshot!

Just a cute friendship piece, because I really like the umbrella sharing trope! Rainy days with no thunder are cool too!

I don't own Boruto, it belongs to Ukyo Kodachi.

Oneshot #6 – Rainy Day

The rain was coming down fast. Chocho looked out into the rain, picking up more speed with each drop that fell. She was cold and hungry, but smiled at the thought of eating a warm bowl of soup soon. Chocho began imagining what flavor she would have, when she paused.

Squinting, her eyes tried to make out who was walking in the rain ahead. Who was that? Wait, a blue ninja uniform? There was only one person Chocho knew that wore such a thing.

"Mitsuki! Hey, wait up!"

Surprised yellow eyes turned to look at her. "Chocho? What are you doing out here?" Mitsuki recalled that she complained earlier about the weather. There was no one else he knew was walking during the drizzle.

"I was heading to Ichiraku's for some food. Why are you out here without an umbrella?" Chocho shivered under her thick jacket as she looked up at him.

"I was patrolling before it started to rain. I was just heading South to continue." Mitsuki said this nonchalantly, as if it didn't bother him that he was getting pelted with buckets of rain. In fact, he seemed to not notice the cold at all. Even his headband looked soaked.

But that didn't matter. Grumbling at the audacity of this boy, Chocho pulled him underneath her umbrella. Mitsuki didn't protest but he did look confused.

"Well, you shouldn't be standing without an umbrella. We can share mine." Chocho didn't see anything wrong with that, but Mitsuki tilted his head staring at her confusion. "What? Do you want to hold it or something?"

"Why did you do that? Aren't the requirements of a shinobi be that they are able to adapt during different types of weather? After all, it's what happens during missions."

"Well yeah, but we're not on a mission right now so that rule doesn't apply. Besides helping each other is what friends do. I don't want you catching a cold later on."

Mitsuki was silent for a while, taking in what Chocho had said. Then he nodded his head with a smile. "I see. Thank you for this then."

Chocho turned her head so he couldn't see her bright blush.

It wasn't long before the two neared Ichiraku. There was laughter emitting from behind the small curtain.

Chocho rubbed her stomach, humming in anticipation of warm food. Seeing Mitsuki out of the corner of her eye, she wondered what he would get. As Chocho opened her mouth to ask, he turned around opposite of the restaurant.

"Huh? Where are you going, we just got here." Some of Chocho's happiness drained when she saw him do that. She thought they were getting along, but maybe not?

"I'll leave you to enjoy yourself. I'm going to continue my patrol."

Despite his reluctance to enter the ramen place, Mitsuki didn't seem mad or annoyed. Rather, just a ninja with a serious sense of duty. Hmm, that gave Chocho an idea.

"Hold up, please? Hear me out."

"Yes?"

"I'll make you a deal. Keep me company and once we're finished with our lunch, I'll come patrolling with you. After all, with two people it should go faster."

Mitsuki barely mulled it over before he agreed. "Alright then."

"Good. Now come on its freezing." Pulling him along, Chocho eagerly entered the shelter that Ichiraku provided.

After each consuming two bowls full of ramen, both Mitsuki and Chocho felt warm all over. Waving bye to Teuchi and Ayame, the two young ninja left the eating establishment.

"Ready?" Now Chocho was feeling re-energized and pumped. She could tell that Mitsuki was feeling good too, from the spark in his eyes.

"Yeah let's go."

"Look out enemy scum! Chocho and Mitsuki are on the case, ready to protect the Leaf Village!"

Running with the umbrella over their heads, the two were breathless as they headed off across town. Much as they tried though, Mitsuki and Chocho couldn't keep the smiles off their faces.

8Chapter 7: Open Wide

Woo! I loved writing this one! I'm a sucker for lap cuddles *cries*

If the food choices of this one (or any other oneshot) seem weird, it's because I mainly put things I like and think of off the top of my head. So yeah!

Oh and I got inspired by watching Blue Exorcist during the scene where Amaimon's hair gets blown up haha. If you never seen it, look up Amaimon Broccoli. It works great in the anime because he also has green hair!

I don't own Boruto, it belongs to Ukyo Kodachi.

Oneshot #7 – Open Wide

Tightening his hold on her, Mitsuki opened his mouth for more. Chocho balanced the sushi roll between her fingers before she guided it behind her shoulders. He then ate it, happily swallowing his fifth roll. Hiding a smile in her shoulder, Mitsuki watched as she consumed another as well.

Sharing a meal together like this had become a regular thing now. It had started when Chocho had asked if she could sit in his lap one day. From there it had evolved into sharing most foods with each other.

Chocho lifted a burger this time, chuckling at her boyfriend's antics. Looking at their spread, her stomach gave another gurgle at the choices. There were spicy burgers, bags of chips, sushi, seaweed wraps, and dumplings.

Hearing her stomach, Mitsuki finished chewing his bite. Hands gliding up her sides before squeezing, he brought his face closer to hers. "Thank you for sharing your lunch again with me. I enjoy eating together." Guiding a dumpling to Chocho's face, Mitsuki watched as she ate it.

"No problem, babe. It's more fun eating like this too."

"Plus, I like having you in my lap." Delivering a kiss to her neck, he smiled when her hand stopped midway to her mouth. After a moment Chocho resumed eating while inwardly melting on the inside.

A bit away from the pair, sat the rest of their friends.

Boruto was laughing at something Denki said, when a sigh from Shikadai grabbed his attention. "Hmm? What's up, dude? You're lunch taste bad or something?"

"You ever notice how affectionate in public they are?"

"I think we should all be happy for them. At least they aren't a couple who fight all the time, regardless of who watches. Besides, they're our friends who deserve our support." Denki said.

Shikadai rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. "Yeah well, they don't have to shove it in our faces every day – ack!"

A small bout of electricity sizzled through the ground unseen by anyone. But they sure noticed Shikadai afterwards.

"Hahaha! You look like a piece of broccoli!" Inojin slapped his knees, tears forming from laughing too hard.

Ignoring the rest of the conversation, Mitsuki went back to resting his chin on Chocho's shoulder. Apparently she hadn't even been paying attention, all her focus on eating lunch while simultaneously snuggling closer to his chest.

"Want some more?"

"Yes, please."

"Say ahhh." As she lifted the burger to his open mouth, she couldn't help but feel so lucky. To have both Mitsuki in her life and this delicious meal. Staring in his eyes, Chocho thought he felt the same.

All the while, both were munching away contentedly.

8: Rooting For You

Yay another piece, this time about an eating contest! I like them even though I've never eaten in one before. I'm such a slow eater.

Some spoilers for episode 93!

Anyways, Hope you enjoy!

I don't own Boruto, it belongs to Ukyo Kodachi.

Oneshot #8 – Rooting For You

"Go Chocho! You've got this!" That was Sarada's voice. She was finding it hard to choose, between her friends. So she just switched cheering for them every couple of minutes. Not that anyone minded at all.

Sarada had been supportive when Chocho had excitedly told her about an eating contest. Though she wasn't the only one who entered it. Sumire, Boruto, and Iwabee all entered it too.

Since it was parent-child day, their parents were in the competition as well. Well in Boruto's case it was Hinata. But still, he was excitingly talking to his mom before the eating began.

Sarada hoped they all did well.

Mitsuki was besides Sarada in the stands. Denki, Shikadai, Metal, Inojin, Namida, and Himawari all came in support as well. At the end of the day though, they all agreed to not hold any grudges if one of their friends won and the rest lost. Hopefully they would make it far enough.

Mitsuki watched Chocho, his focus not wavering one bit. He held up the sign he made for his girlfriend. It had her face and the words "You can do it, Chocho!" written in big bold letters. Mitsuki was pretty proud of his creation, since it made Chocho's face light up when she saw it.

Choji stared at Mitsuki, looking at the sign the young boy held up for his daughter. Choji smiled, glad she found someone who truly cared about her.

Choji's eyes misted over. Just like his Karui did for him. Meeting the golden eyes of his wife, there was none of the earlier anger in them. This made Choji glad. His eyes filled with more determination. He and Chocho would win this!

The first course was ramen. Big bowls filled with noodles and broth that smelled so good it made all the contestant's mouths water. And once Chocho had finished eating the first bowl, it was immediately replaced with fresh ramen.

After that there were more meals: fried octopus, yakitori, meatballs, and mochi.

During the intermission between foods, everyone proceeded to walk behind the stage, where the small picnic tables were at. Though after this fifth course, this break was longer than the ones that had come before. The next meal was the last in the competition, so everyone was gearing up for it.

"We're going to crush everyone, huh Dad?" That was the voice of a young boy. He wore a menacing smile that made other contestants worry.

"That's right son!" Stopping at the table Chocho and Choji were at, Glut sneered at them. "Nothing can stop the mighty stomachs of Glut and Ton! Not even the reigning champ!" Laughing, the father and son duo walked away to their seats.

"Oh yeah well, my dad and I will show you! And so will my friends! Come on, let's keep our spirits high!" Chocho got up out of her seat and did a proud pose. Seeing her father and friends smile made Chocho feel better.

That inner fire died out when the sixth and final meal appeared. Chocho unsuspectingly took her first bite.

The burgers were too hot! She looked at her friends through watered eyes. Iwabee and Sumire had already stopped eating, but Boruto kept plowing through his food.

Mitsuki saw his girlfriend slow down as she started to become doubtful. That couldn't happen. "Go Chocho!" Mitsuki hoped she gathered up the willpower quickly.

Chocho heard Mitsuki cheer for her, and gave him a thumbs up. She would power through the pain! As the next bite was swallowed, Chocho looked up at her dad. Choji was gnawing furiously, tears dripping off his face with each burger.

Seeing her father show that kind of strength made her feel empowered too.

"Get me another! Stat!" An annoying voice said with a mouthful of chewed burger.

Ugh it was that smug kid, Ton, who had kept talking about winning. Chocho wanted to say something but there was no time for that. She had to remain focused.

Letting out a loud belch, the gormad started laughing obnoxiously. Rolling their eyes Boruto and Chocho shared a look while continuing to scarf their meals.

"Okay contestants! There's fifteen minutes left in the competition!"

Mitsuki's cheers became louder as the clock ticked down. Finally the referee waved a flag while simultaneously telling the citizens to stop eating.

"And the winners are…Choji and Chocho Akimichi!"

Grinning broadly, together father and daughter both held up the gold trophy. Boruto clapped loudly for them as he stood next to the silver trophy.

All the ninja gathered around their friends. Chocho squawked when she was suddenly lifted up into the air, supported by Sarada and Namida. A second passed before she was back to smiling. This was a momentous victory!

"I'm so proud of you, Chocho." Mitsuki was the only one of their friends that remained behind after the celebration moved to the Akimichi house. He and his girlfriend stared up at the first place trophy, with huge smiles on their faces.

#boruto fanfiction

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delirious-donna · 2 years

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You're Wearing That? [Naruto Shippuden]

an: thanks to @smelllikeme for this awesome thirsty idea. It was definitely enough to warrant a full-blown headcanons posts rather than a quick thirst so here we are!

prompt: they see you at a party wearing 'that' dress... what now?

feat: Kakashi, Shikamaru, Itachi & Naruto

warnings: none really, suggestive at best but sadly no NSFW this time around

Masterlist

The night was young, and your confidence was high. Encouraged to pull ‘that dress’ from the depths of your wardrobe by the giggling duo of girlfriends, you smoothed a hand over the hem that barely covered half your thighs.

Midnight black, tight in all the right places and emphasising your breasts with a practically illegal view of your cleavage—this baby was making you tingle all over.

Your fingers curled around the bright red solo cup, swirling the contents of the sweet, but deceptively potent liquor. The party was rowdy, energy buzzing and the air was thick with the charge of electricity.

Awareness tingled down your spine and forced goosebumps to break out along your arms. You tried to look around coyly, not wishing to look obvious in your eagerness to locate whoever’s stare was caressing you from afar.

Your eyes snapped to the side, caught by the sudden flash of movement and your breath caught in your throat. Saliva, warm and runny pooled in your mouth as you stared down your admirer, the one person you had hoped to run into this night…

Kakashi

The silver-haired man hadn't noticed your presence upon your arrival, much to his chagrin. Instead, he had found himself watching over his friends as they consumed far more alcohol than was sensible.

There was no point trying to stop them, he knew never to stand in the way of Obito when he was in the mood to drink himself into oblivion. He could only observe by the wayside, shaking his head at every attempt made to get him to do shots or chug a fucking beer, he wasn't an idiot and certainly wasn't a teenager anymore.

When the inevitable happened, the wilful Uchiha wrapped around some girl he had never seen before and sucking the damn soul out of her mouth, it seemed he was off the hook on his babysitting duties.

That was when he saw you. The girl he had been flirting with on and off for months, but never seeming to get anywhere.

He couldn't help but ogle you; Kakashi felt guilt tugging from deep in his chest but his eyes refused to budge. The black dress you were wearing was, at best, a scrap of fabric.

Your chest highlighted by the tight curve of the bust, and thin straps resting on your shoulders. He wondered if you were even wearing a bra, maybe a strapless one? His gaze lowered over your soft stomach and hips and he audibly groaned when he noticed how little of your thighs were covered.

You stiffened.

His steel grey hairs snapped to your face, eyes locking instantly and the way you bit your lip made every part of him tighten in anticipation.

It wasn't long before he was standing opposite you in the crowded kitchen, you only had eyes for each other and the noise surrounding you couldn't penetrate the bubble of your flirtations.

Kakashi was sweet, complimentary and everything you had come to expect of him. The banter was natural, it made such thunderous waves roll in your belly with each small smile he sent your way. Thighs pressed together and he definitely noticed.

Of course, you accepted his offer to move somewhere more... quiet.

A hand pressed against your lower back, strong and sure as warm breath caressed your ear. This touch was pure gentleman, but his words definitely were not.

"I do hope you wore this dress for me?"

Shikamaru

He noticed you immediately. Eyes staring over Kiba’s shoulder as you walked with you little gaggle of friends.

His mouth ran dry, sight fixed upon your plump rump as it moved along with your hips. It was barely hidden by the slip of a dress you wore, and he was conflicted.

Shikamaru had thought to play the long game with you, the weeks of flirting had been fun and he wanted you to be putty in his hands when he finally made a move, but you were changing the rules. He didn’t like that.

There wasn’t a way in hell that he could let you wander around this party unaccompanied. You were the perfect little present for someone willing enough to take their chance.

He watched you for a moment longer, noticing how you scanned the room. Shika was impressed that you had picked up on being watched, although he doubted it was only him casting their gaze towards you.

You froze as he sauntered towards you, a lazy smile painted on his lips, but his eyes - oh, his eyes told a different story. They were intensely dark, almost black starless nights that made you shudder.

The cool night kissed your bare skin. Shikamaru cocked his head, smoke puffed from his lips as embers flickered from his lit cigarette. One finger trailed down your hand and it only made your goosebumps worse.

“I’m not surprised you’re cold princess, you’re practically naked.”

You felt so small under his scrutiny, felt as if the tight fitting black dress was being stripped from your body by his sinful stare. He shrugged out his jacket and placed it over your shoulders.

His hands lingered, sliding down the thin straps as he watched your reaction. Clearly, he liked what he saw and he was right to, desire and tension swarmed your belly. When his fingers traced your cleavage, you were biting your lip to stop from moaning.

“C’mon princess. I know what would be much more fun than this party.”

Itachi

It was amusing, very much so, to watch you search for him. Itachi knew you felt the weight of his gaze, your head shifting subtly from side to side like a cute little baby deer.

He liked your attire, perhaps it was a little more revealing than he was used to seeing you in, but he could get used to it.

You weren’t his yet, but he would change that soon enough. His smirk grew, barely perceptible to most but it was there for those that knew him well. Weeks of flirting and learning all about you, tonight was the night and he was pleased you had dressed to impress.

There wasn’t a hint of jealousy, he had no worry that someone else would snare your attention, why would it? He sensed the pitter-patter of your heart each time he engaged you in conversation, and the blush to coat your cheeks was very obvious.

Itachi chuckled silently, you had finally spotted him. He watched the way your teeth sunk into your lower lips, long black lashes fluttering and you took a forward step before hesitating.

He rolled his neck against the wall he was leaning upon before crooking his finger to beckon you over. He admired the languid sway of your hips encased in the tight black dress, how your chest heaved and pressed the mound of your breasts to almost spilling over.

Your feet twisted, nerves taking over in the face of Itachi’s cool expression. His midnight hair fell into his eyes as he regarded you until he finally stretched out a hand. It ghosted over your hip, his dark eyes fixing you with a glance that asked permission to take that finally leap. You answered it by stepping closer, your arms lifting to wrap around his neck.

“Shall we get out of here? I’d love to admire this dress, more... intimately.”

Itachi made butterflies erupt in your belly, he set fire to veins and emptied your head of all thoughts but him.

There was no way you were going to say no.

Naruto

It took the sunshine boy an age to cotton on to your presence. He had been preoccupied with his friends and the silly drinking games they wanted to play.

Naruto was buzzed at best, but the haze of liquor dissipated as his sky blue eyes fixed upon your frame, taking in the way you leaned against the counter and the skimpy dress you had dared to wear here.

His mouth ran dry, the back of his hand wiping across his parched lips at the swell of your breasts and the movement as you inhaled and exhaled.

The moment you stiffened, head turning to find him staring so openly at your figure, he was moving. Striding for you with a sense of determination that was not quite normal when it came to his desires, perhaps the alcohol had made him brave.

"Hey," he drawled, coming to stand directly in front of you and you blushed a brilliant pink at how blunt he seemed.

You gave a small wave in reply, and he smiled all the wider. He could sense your anticipation on his tongue, it tasted sweet and spicy all mixed together.

Weeks of only friendly conversation were no longer enough. Naruto had never figured out how to make the leap to more suggestive flirtation, his nerves always getting the better of him, but now, he was positively radiating confidence.

"This," he ran a finger over the thin strap of your dress, "looks amazing on you." You were burning up from where his skin met yours, stopping at the top of your breast to run back up again.

His eyes blazed with temptation, and you couldn't help but let his large muscular frame come to rest against your lower torso, nestled against your thighs.

"I had hoped you would like it," you whispered, forcing his head closer so he could hear your breathy voice.

A thumb traced your jaw, tilting your face until you were eye to eye.

"That so? Such a thoughtful and pretty girl..."

#delirious writes #naruto thirst #kakashi thirst #itachi thirst #shikamaru thirst #naruto x reader #kakashi x reader #itachi x reader #shikamaru x reader #kakashi hatake #itachi uchiha #shikamaru nara

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cozymoko · 3 years

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Prompt #2. " Please pay attention to me!" for Naruto Uzumaki?

Word Count: 533

Naruto wasn't truly a bother, well, he wasn't trying to be one at least. But he had just gotten home from a long mission and he was more than ever excited to see the love of his life. He was so eager to be embraced by those same arms he knew all too well and he could hardly contain himself.

"I'm home!" He yelled through the seemingly quiet home. His smile appeared to drop at the silence that greeted him as he had expected to be greeted with open arms. It was only mid-afternoon there's no way you could be sleeping already.

Taking his time to search through the house he saw you, posted up at the dinner table, organizing some ninja tools. Yet you didn't even bother to look up from your task at hand.

"{Name}!" He called out, trying to keep his cheery tone. "I missed you!"

Naruto walked over to you, hugging your shoulders, still didn't look up. "Yeah, Uhm–Hi Naruto, welcome back." Feeling as though his heart shattered into a million pieces he frowned, releasing his hold on you. You were usually happy to see him, what happened today?

Brushing off the pang in his heart he tried to make conversation with you. Rambling about things he did on his mission. Only for everything to go through one ear and out the other. "Huh, What was that Naruto?"

That's what the whole day consisted of, him striving to hug you and you just dismissing his presence. When It had become late and the two of you were preparing for bed. Naruto awaited you to open your arms and pat his head to sleep as you usually did, but you didn't. Now that was the final straw.

"Please pay attention to me!" He shouted, bowing his head slightly at you. You jump, staring at him with your hand places securely on the page of your book. Your heart thumping against your chest from his sudden outburst.

As if shocked by his own words Naruto lowered his head, his ears turning a significantly bright red. You started at him, eyes wide as saucers, arms falling to your side.

Taking this moment Naruto slides the book from your hands, placing a bookmark in it before setting it on the nightstand. You glared at him, reaching out to grab your distant novel but Naruto intercepted. Gently clasping your hands in his, bringing them up to cup his face. Only then were you able to see his glossy blue eyes.

You let out a sigh, withstanding the urge to pinch the bridge of your nose at such childish behavior. Seizing your hands from his face you finally gave in, allowing the blonde male to slip into your embrace. Naruto relaxed his head in the crook of your neck, bathing in your warmth.

"Can I still read?" You whispered just enough for him to hear you. "Mhm." he hummed, still laying contently in your arms.

You reopen your novel, utilizing one hand you flip the pages and the other to stroke the exhausted man's gold locks. You didn't bother to hold back your laugh when his soft snores reached your ears.

What a big baby...

#naruto imagines #naruto scenarios #naruto uzumaki x reader #naruto x reader #naruto x y/n #naruto x you

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captnjacksparrow · 2 years

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Is SS really that popular? Even more popular than NH? I watched whole Naruto and what I saw Sasuke and Sakura share nothing and he doesn’t like her that way. I thought that It is canon but I bet a lot of people hate it but then I saw how many people love it and I think it is the most famous ship in Narutoverse but I ask why? There was really nothing between them, Sasuke did some nasty things to her but Sakura is also crazy and selfish towards Sasuke. Both are from different planets. The only thing I find nice about them is their aesthetic especially as adults, they look the best with each other but other than that there is nothing. I see them more toxic than anything else.

Okay here's the thing...

As far as I know, In Japan, SS wasn't popular until Chapter 700 dropped out... Well, they might've been popular in Part 1, but their Fandom died out slowly during Part 2 because they have no content.

But do you know who is really popular???

This is a Japan equivalent of Comic-Con event that happened in 2013 or 14, I don't know when exactly... And the books you are seeing on the table are nothing but our SNS doujinshis.

Yeah, the pic quality is bad but look at the crowd😲

If that's not enough...

This another SasuNaru event that happened in Taiwan where 60,000 people attended this.... 🥳

Even if you conduct an online Tumblr Event today.. still you couldn't amass 60,000 people together.... And SNS fandom did it way back in 2013...

And the Event name is Tanabata🌠🌌

It's basically a Chinese/Japanese traditional festival to celebrate the coming together of Two Star-Crossed Lovers, Orihime & Hikoboshi, who were seperated by a Galaxy...

It's totally a Love Story...

If you want to know more about this, you can Google it and I found this good one...

Not to mention, these events conducted by SNS fandom has nothing to do with either the Author or Manga Publisher.... It was entirely funded by fans & fans alone. Because usually in Asia, these kind of Large Scale Events were conducted for Actors from the successful TV series or for Idols who released a successful album.... But they are funded by the Production Studios not the fans...

That's how much SNS was popular in China, Japan and Taiwan...

Have you ever heard of such events being conducted for SS or NH...??? Even in modern times when they can do literally anything???

So Yeah, Fandom's popularity changes from time to time and currently SS dominates everwhere in Twitter & Insta because many girls likes the idea of Dominating Hot Chocolate who loves to devour an Innocent Girl to the oblivion. Thanks to the inception of 50 Shades of Grey & Twilight...🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️ And this leads to fangirls adding more Memes, Fanarts, Fanimations and Fanfic to their fandom... There you go, they became popular.

They really don't care about the Canon version of SS or Sasuke or Sakura for that matter... Because, at the end of the day, they believe that Sasuke was in Darkness for the most part and understood her Love after Chapter 699... 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

#sns #sasunaru #narusasu

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yamithediaperdork · 2 years

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Like father, like son (Naruto)

It was a nice and normal day for the village of hidden leaf under the rule of Hokage Naruto. young ninjas were getting out of classes and heading home, or going out to train or hang out and everyone seemed to be in a good mood, enjoying the late spring/early summer weather.

One ninja however had clue as he chose a different route then usual to go home that this would be the last 'normal' day for him, or for two others in the village all because of what he was about to discover as he cut by the Hokage's house.

Shikadai much like his father wasn't exactly a powerhouse though he could hold his own in a fight, his real power came from his mind and his ability to piece together clues.That said as he looked in the back yard of the Hokage and saw several stained pairs of underwear, it didn't take a genius to figure out there was a pants pooper in the household.

A smirk crossed the young ninja;s face as he studied the soiled briefs, and noted that while the stains were about the same to prove his theory that it was more then just a muddy fart, the briefs weren't just in the smaller size as one would expect meaning that while Boruto was clearly struggling with a basic potty skill (there was no way this was just the boy was lazy to wipe) it would seem that he had come by this naturally as the bigger set indicated the Hokage was a pants pooper as well.

Naturally this was only partial proof and more study WOULD be needed before he'd present what he knew to the Hokage who ironically had stressed the importance of addressing such failures in basic skills since a ninja who could wash him or herself or had accidents couldn't be counted on to be stealthy.

Inside the house Naruto was huffing, angry with his wife for having put the stained undies out where anyone could of seen them.

"Do you WANT the whole village to know I-" Naruto had started to huff and then stopped, trying to pick out the proper words.

"Know what? that the Hokage poops his pants?" Hinata asked, a slight smirk on her face.

She naturally found it funny and cute that both her husband and son were such potty failures, though it could be quite vexing when it came to washing the landry.

"I..I told you..I don't know why that's happening.." Naruto whined, blushing and looking away now.

"and I told you, I know your not doing it on purpose, but to go and get a check-up from Sakura." Hinata said, planting a kiss on his cheek.

"Oh yeah, because she'll be SO understanding about it." Naruto fumed.

"At the very least have her check out Boruto, it could be a infection of some sort and you can just take the same medication as him if that's what it is. if you leave it for too long.." Hinata trailed off, picking up a basket for the landry on the line and heading for the back door.

"I'll think about it." Naruto lied, having no intention of humiliating his son like that.

Little did he know just what he was setting them both up for.

Boruto meanwhile was taking his time coming home from school, not because he was avoiding any chores or wanted to stall on doing his homework, but because the back of his pants were full at the moment and sagging down and it was taking all of his skill to try and sneak around and avoid being caught red handed (or brown bummed if you prefer)

his original plan had been to make use of a back alley and simply dump the contents of his undies out since people would just assume it was a animal or the like. That had hit a snag as every back alley had been busy, people hanging out and talking or in the process of cleaning them due to a program his own father had started.

'Great, he's making sure everyone in the village has a job, and the village is cleaner then ever and meanwhile I'm stuck with stinky briefs!' The boy fumed.

Finally it looked like he had found a perfect dumping ground so to speak, just in time as his buns were starting to burn from the load and more and more people were noticing his funk even as he stuck to the shadows.

Disposing of the smelly load and using some loose left from a binder in his backpack to semi clean up, Boruto yanked his stained undies and pants back up and went on his merry way.

Having no idea that he hadn't been as alone as he'd thought as Shikadai had seen everything and taken pictures, building more proof.

It would be a week of following and tailing both of the blonds, who for being such important figures in the village really didn't seem to mind their surrounding as well as they should and for Naruto, he had waved off his own protection detail citing that he was one of the strongest Hokage's they'd ever had, he could handle himself.

Of course Shikadai knew the real reason was that Naruto didn't want anyone else to know about his shameful accidents, where which weren't restricted to just messing but wetting as well though it was clear that at least Hinata knew about what was happening.

between the knowledge that she did the landry ergo would be the one to know, he had also found unopened packages of teen and adult diapers in the trash outside of the Hokage's home.

This suggested that she had tried to convince them to wear for the sake of saving on the wash, not to mention their undies as he'd also found pairs of them that had been too ruined to even bother with washing but of course the Uzumaki men had clearly turned it down.

evidence gathered with picture proof Shikadai asked for a appointment with the Hokage, knowing it would be best to go strait to the older of the two pants fillers then just confront Boruto who would just whine to his father and give him time to deploy the black ops to destroy his proof.

Naruto was in a bright and chipper mood as he sat in his office, having of course found time to meet with one of the brightest young ninja's. It had been a whole 2 days since his last accident, a personal best for the blond, though Boruto wasn't having the same luck having woken up smelly this morning and having a total crybaby fit.

'Maybe Hinata was right about him needing bed time diapers.. though just seems like once I concede on that it'll give her the in to get ME wearing them.' Naruto thought then shook off the thought as Shikadai came in, holding a folder in his arms.

"Hokage." the young ninja said respectfully.

"Please, just call me Naruto." the blond said, flashing a big grin and gesturing to a chair in front of his desk. "Have a seat and tell me what can I do for you?"

Shikadai nodded and took the seat, sniffing the air then nodding as if he was confirming something then speaking up.

"Alright Naruto..I have a bit of a moral dilemma to deal with and I thought you would be the one to talk it over with." he said.

"I see..well what is it?" Naruto asked, himself trying to sniff, worried that maybe there was still a trace of the accident he'd had in his office a few days before.

"If I happened to know that a few of the villages ninja's were showing signs of a sickness, but they were refusing to deal with it, either by going and getting treated or at least handling the results of said sickness..should I call them out on it or leave it alone?" Shikadai asked, carefully wording his question.

"I would say call them out on it for sure. Every ninja working for the village has a duty to look after themselves so they may better serve, no exceptions." Naruto said without hesitation.

"So I should confront them even if the symptoms are say..having wetting and messing accidents?" Shikadai asked, a smile on his face as the Hokage started to pale.

"o-Oh well..I doubt you could reasonably prove something like th-" Naruto started to say, his voice going higher as he also started to blush. Shikadai cut him off however and set the folder down on Naruto's desk, opening it to reveal pictures of the stained or ruined underwear, the destroyed pants and a picture of Boruto squatting down and loading his shorts while sucking on his thumb and crying by the training field. There was also one of Naruto blushing and making a whimpering on the verge of crying face as he wet his pants, hand on the door to his home.

"As you can see, i have all the proof I need." Shikadai said mildly. "And like you said, I have a duty to report this and encourage both yourself and your son to get treated, or failing at that handle this better. which means making use of disposable underwear."

"I..I'm the Hokage! you can't make me wear diapers!" Naruto huffed, standing up and slamming his hands down on his desk, then pointing to the door. "Get out!"

"Sit down and calm yourself Naruto!" Shikadai snapped, catching the Hokage off guard and Naruto found himself plopping his butt down without a second thought. "Listen, we both know I could take this proof and have you removed from your seat of power but despite you being a helpless pants filler, you've been a good Hokage. I'm willing to lend my time and effort to try and help you and Boruto get over whatever has affected you both..in essence potty train you but in order for this to work I'll need both of you to promise to listen to me and do as I say, no exceptions. And before you even think about trying to dispose of the pictures, know that I've made copies."

"This..this is blackmail!" Naruto whined and pouted, a soft hissing heard as the front of his pants and his chair grew damp.

"No, this is aggressive treatment. finish up your accident and then call Sakura in for a medical exam..and have Boruto summoned here as well." Shikadai ordered.

Of course Naruto could of disobeyed, maybe even should of, but with a pair of soggy pants and no chance of hitting three days in a row dry he just sniffled and nodded his head, tears starting to leak out as he reached for the phone but then Shikadai stopped him.

"Have your little crying fit first."

"Y-Yes sir." Naruto said and then started to bawl.

Boruto wasn't sure quite what to expect when he was summon to his fathers Office. He wasn't all that happy with him at the moment anyways after he'd laughed at Boruto's bed messing and crying fit, asking if he wanted a paci.

'Let he doesn't have a good sob when he poop's himself too!' he mentally huffed, he'd heard his dad wailing away in his and mom's bedroom and heard his mom trying to calm him down.

Aunt Sakura was just entering the lobby with her travailing medical bag as he came in and flashed him a smile.

"Hey little guy, what are you doing here?" she asked.

"eh, Dad wants to see me, made it clear to get over here ASAP." Boruto said and shrugged his shoulders, getting in the elevator with her. "Why are you here?"

"I got the call to come over ASAP as well, and to be ready to give a on the spot examination." Sakura said, raising a eyebrow as she noted Boruto getting a worried look on his face. "Can you think of why your dad would want you there while I give him a check up?"

"uhh..Nope! not at all!" Boruto said, his voice going higher then normal and looking away from Sakura.

"Wow. that was totally believable...not hard to tell you take after your father." Sakura said in a deadpan voice as the elevator ding and the doors opened. "Not like I won't find out in a f-" she started to add but was cut off as they entered the Hokage's office, the smell of urine strong in the air and Naruto's pants were hanging on the window still drying while he was in just a pair of soaked briefs.

"heh.. Well this day just got more interesting." Sakura said.

Two exams later and Sakura was about to figure out to a degree what was wrong with both father and son, and she even had a cure for it but there was a slight catch.

"There's a technical name for the virus, but it's mostly call the baby bug because of the varying forms of incontinence it causes as well as making those affected with it more prone to childish outbursts and crying fits. Normally it goes unnoticed in kids for awhile because who doesn't expect some tears when a 10 year old poops his pants?" Sakura was saying as she gave them each a injection, making both blonds tear up and Shikadai had to kiss their boo boo's better to calm them down.

"I see, and Naruto while a good Hokage can be.." And Shikadai smirked and locked eyes with Naruto who just huffed. "Emotional so it went unnoticed. But the shots will fix them up?"

"well see.. If they had come to me sooner then yeah, 100 percent for sure, but because they were in denial and refused to fess up, it's basically 50/50." Sakura said and shrugged.

"W-Wait what!?!" I might be pooping my pants forever!?!" Boruto cried out.

"Can't you do better then that!?!" Naruto whined.

"hey, your lucky I'm as good as I am, technically you should be incurable with how long you let this go, but I'm giving you a fighting chance! Lesson here is always check in with your doctor!" Sakura snagged and wagged a finger at the two blonds, who started to bawl and whine and then start to do something in the seat of their undies.

"Anddd that's my cue to take off.. Good luck with them Shikadai, your gonna need it." Sakura said, holding her nose and taking off, but not before using a summoning scroll to poof a pack of adult diapers and a pack of teen diapers into the room. "My bill's in the mail." she joked and then was gone.

Ironically it would turn out to be easier to get the Hokage himself cleaned up, the older male had just started to suck his thumb as Shikadai washed him up and didn't put up a fight as he was powdered and then taped into the thick babyish garment, smiling behind his thumb as Shikadai tugged him up into a sitting position and patting his head.

"Good boy Naruto." He coo'ed, knowing that positive reinforcement would be a key to his efforts.

"Ah jeez dad, stop acting like a big dumb baby! have SOME back bone!" Boruto huffed, still sitting in his poopie undies and arms crossed, mad that he'd been told NOT to attempt to clean himself up.

"Keep that attitude up and once your buns are clean they'll be getting tanned little man. Your father is just trying to make his training go smoother, a example you should try to emulate." Shikadai said, already knowing that it was going to be Boruto who would be the trouble maker.

"Your not gonna spank me! Dad will..Uh.." Boruto paused and looked over his dad who had drool going down his chin now as he sat legs crossed on the floor and still nursing on his thumb, like a good little diaper boy trying to earn more praise. "..My MOM will kick your butt!"

"I'm sure your mother will be displeased to find out what I did at first, but when I explain how it's all with the end goal of getting you back to being a potty trained big boy she'll be on board with my training mentods, and might even join in with giving you a spanking when I'm busy with your father." Shikadai said smiling..then frowned as Boruto whimpered and the load in the back of his undies got bigger. "..Maybe I should wait and see if your finished soiling yourself before moving onto to the diaper..those undies are already ruined.

"N-No! it's all out! I want out of my poopie undies! they stink!" Boruto said and whined. "Please let me out of them!"

"heh, quite the 180..alright, I'll let you out of them.. if you can do two things for me." Shikadai said.

"W-What do I hafa do?" Boruto asked, his own thumb on his chin now and whimpering softly.

"One, I want you to ask me to diaper you and thank me for helping you. and then secondly, I want you to give in to your urge and suck on your thumb." Shikadai said.

Boruto squirmed and squished in his poopie undies, debating it over in his head then closed his eyes and spoke up.

"Shikadai, can you clean clean my poopie butt up and put me in a diaper? Pretty please with a shurenkin on top? I'll be so thankful to you for helping me." Boruto said, going red as a cherry as he said what Shikadai wanted to hear, and then popped his thumb in his mouth, sucking away big time on it and finding it to be..super relaxing!

'no wonder daddy likes it so much!' he thought.

"Good boy Boruto, and of course I'll get you cleaned up and diapered." Shikadai said, making a mental note to get the pair some pacifiers and soon.

Hinata was filled with a mixture of emotions as her son and husband were waddled in the front door and the situation was explained out to her. One one hand she was upset since she had been pressuring Naruto to get checked out for HOW long now and because he had been so stubborn there was a chance her 'man' was going to end up as a pants pooping baby for the rest of his life, not to mention her little guy was in the same boat.

Not to mention the fact that after she had again, been riding his butt for weeks on getting checked out and all Shikadai had to do was talk sternly, that had her vexed at the boys AND at the little ninja.

But on the other side of it, they both looked just so CUTE with their pants puffed out from their diapers and blushing red faces it was hard to stay mad at them.

"so..will you be moving in or.." She asked, leaning against the kitchen counter, arms crossed and talking with Shikadai since it was clear the blonds weren't going to have much of a say in anything.

"Not if it can be helped. I don't think my parents would be all that happy if I moved out at such a young age just to look over the big baby Hokage." Shikadai said, glancing over at the sulking blonds. "why don't you two go and draw some pretty pictures while the grown up's talk." he said, wording it as a suggestion but the big babies could read between the lines and toddled off.

"...You've GOT to teach me how to do that, I have to repeat everything like three times to get them to listen." Hinata chuckled with a smile on her face.

"It's a simple fact of having aura of authority that their minds pick up on and they know to just listen. I can give you some tips but.." and Shikadai shrugged. "you either have it or you don't. Not everyone can be dominant, it's just a fact of life and nothing to be ashamed about."

"Before you get any idea's I wanna make it clear there's only gonna be TWO diaper butts in this household." Hinata said, narrowing her eyes.

"If you say so, and not all submissive natures involves huggies. But I digress. we need to go over the rules I expect them to follow when I'm not here, it'll set back my training efforts if you just let them run around wild when I'm not around."

Before more could be said, cry's came out from the living room.

"Hey! give me back the blue crayon! I had it first!" Naruto whined.

"Oh shut up and go poop your pants! I wanna use it!" Boruto shot back.

"I'm telling! SHIKADAI! Boruto's being mean!" Naruto hollered as Hinata and Shikadai smirked.

"tattle tale crybaby!" Boruto growled. "here, have the stupid crayon back!"

"OW! SHIKADAIIII!"

"..I get the feeling that Boruto is going to be spending a lot of time on time outs, and Naruto a lot of time getting hugs." Shikadai commented, heading towards the living room.

"huh.. this could be more fun then I thought." Hinata giggled and started to follow.

And so the training started, with rules being set up and it being made clear that rule breakers could expect swift punishments, while good boys would be able to reward rewards (Shikadai was after all a fair trainer, and one would almost think he'd been born to be a big baby trainer!)

the boys were allowed to wear pants over their diapers while going to school and work, or just going out and shopping unless they had been cranky and naughty, then they would be reminded that pants were a privilege not a right with the warm weather the village was enjoying.

They were given strict potty times to sit and try and go, training potty's in both boys sizes had been gotten after Boruto had purposely hogged up the normal toilet despite not making a mess or a tinkle just so that Naruto had been forced to poop in his diapers. A act that when Boruto had filled his own diapers shortly after getting off the potty he'd been left to spew in them for a hour as a attuide adjustment.

Their diets were altered to baby food that would help cut down on the smell the boys made since Hinata was complaining that the house was starting to smell like a diaper pail and Himawari was staying over at Sakura's because she claimed the other kids at school was teasing her for smelling like Daddies and big brother's diaper pail.

Boruto despite his pleas had NOT been excused from school, as Hinata and Shikadai agreed his studies were important even though his grades were slipping as he was spending most of his time trying (and failing) to keep his diapers clean when he should of been paying attention in class.

Likewise Naruto wasn't excused from his duties as Hokage, though he was less prone to do random walking inspections now and was getting though lots of backlogged paper work since he wasn't eager to have his triple diapered butt on display since he would be going longer periods without a diaper check from Shikadai since he was in class, though the young ninja promised once school was out for the summer Naruto could go back down to one diaper at a time.

And of course as promised, both of the big babies had been gifted with pacifiers that had large nipples in them, a great way to keep them happy and a massive boon to anyone who wanted to shush them up if they got too whiny as they instinctively nursed on a paci for at least five minutes before building up the willpower to spit it out.

Potty charts were hung in the room both boys shared as Hinata and Shikadai had agreed there was no sense in stinking up TWO bedrooms, and while Boruto would boast and brag about how much more mature he was then his crybaby tattletale father the boys were matched evenly when it came to their success at using the potty: aka not even managing to get ONE tinkle or uh-oh in the bowl.

It was the end of the school year and if anything, the Uzimaki boys had become even bigger babies, not even noticing when they went uh-oh let alone knowing when they were wet and Naruto had been forced to set down as Hokage after being caught one too many times on his back in his office, babbling to himself and trying to suck on his toes.

Likewise Boruto wasn't even really trying to learn anymore, and was just kept in a playpen at the front of the classroom, a example of what could happen if you weren't careful and just coasted on your family name.

It wasn't uncommon to see both blondes in just their diapers, on baby leash's or in strollers when Hinata or Shikadai would take them out for walks, pants were basically futile with how often the little losers were going in their huggies.

Hinata had suggested getting them some dresses so they could be covered up but make diaper changes easier but Shikadai had rejected that as he felt if they couldn't handle big boy clothes, they didn't deserve little girl ones either.

With the Hokage disgraced, his son no better, it was only natural that the one person who had been able to take such control stepped up to become the new Hokage, just as it was natural for Hinata to have her marriage to Naruto annulled though she still cared for him..who wanted to be married to a poop factory?

Shikadai ended up moving in and woo'ing the older lady, and after two more years both married her and officially adopted her kids and ex husband as his own.

All and all life was good, and everyone was happy for the most part..save for the odd time here and there when a faint glimmer of light would come to either blond's eyes, showing they realized they had become permanent diaper pets/babies. Of course any resulting fit was misread as them just being grumpy because they were hungry or over tired and such moments of intelligence were fleeting, vanishing almost as quick as they came, though Shikadai always wondered what was going though either of their heads when it happened.

'Oh well, Some mysteries in life go unsolved.'

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