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darquedeath4444 · 4 years

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Naruto Fantasy Week - Day 2 - Mythical/Monstrous

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Day 2: Mythical/Monstrous

Team Seven

Kakashi moves into a supposedly empty mansion, only to find out that it is inhabited by a possibly crazy trio of kids.

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It is the growing feeling of being crushed, unique to a busy city, that drives Kakashi away from the concrete jungle and to a more rural area. He still has work so he can't move far, but luckily an hour by car from the heart of the metropolis lands him in the countryside. Jiraiya, an old family friend, had offered to lend one of his many mansions to him and Kakashi had seen no reason to not take it.

Jiraiya's mansion, now temporarily his, is located a little up in the mountains. There are a handful of other mansions located nearby, but they are far enough away that unless Kakashi actively goes looking, he will most likely never meet their occupants.

The key Jiraiya had handed him along with the address is big and old fashioned, and Kakashi finds himself increasingly excited as he pulls up in front of his new living space. Large wooden double doors mark the entrance of the place, and there is a satisfying click when he unlocks them.

The inside is dark, but there is enough light for Kakashi to make out a large set of stairs on the far side of the entrance. There are doors leading both left and right, and he can see the mouth of a corridor at the top of the stairs.

He cannot wait to explore.

Somebody purposefully clears their throat and Kakashi’s head whips up. A girl dressed in a witch outfit is perched on the rails of the second floor. How had he missed such a big, pointy hat during his first scan of the room?

“Oh my, are you lost?” The girl asks. “You look lost. I guess that makes you mine.”

Kakashi stares, but before he can tell her that Halloween is months away, another voice cuts in from behind him.

“He’s clearly an intruder. That makes him mine.”

Kakashi freezes and slowly glances over his shoulder. A raven-haired boy stands with his back against the doorframe. He wonders if the dramatic fluttering of his cloak had been an available upgrade that came with the online bought vampire outfit.

The girl lets out a scoff. “You said that about the last guy!” She exclaims angrily. “Thanks to you we no longer get the newspaper!”

“He smelt like an intruder!”

“And clearly we can’t trust your sense of smell!”

“Or maybe, he’s a visitor?” A third voice chirps in from the top of the stairs. A blond boy stares down at him with bright blue eyes and a friendly grin plastered onto his face. “Say, are you the guy the pervy old man said would be living here from now on?”

“Wait, really?” The girl pushes herself off the ledge and Kakashi feels his body moving towards her automatically because the fall from her height will be sure to break her ankles, despite knowing he will never get there in time, only to skid to an abrupt half and take two steps back because she lands nimbly on some surface he clearly cannot see a little above the actual floor.

Of course there is an invisible ground there, because what, was she standing on air?

The girl skips over and leans into his face. “They look nothing alike,” she says.

“No one said they were related,” the Vampire wannabe says. “Just that they were family friends?”

“Something like that.” The blond hops onto the handrail of the stairs and gracefully slides down. “What’s your name again? Bakashi?”

“Kakashi,” the pink girl says. She elbows the blond. “Be nice.” The wolf boy chuckles. “Right, sorry about that.”

Kakashi hears the sharp sound of heels clicking on wood, and the vampire boy is behind him. “Why’re you wearing a mask?” He asks. “Are you sick? Do you have a cold? We don’t want human colds here.”

The blond laughs. “More like the remedy to said colds come from Sakura and they make you wish you’d rather suffered through a few coughs-”

The girl, Sakura, whacks the blond upside the head. “Rude,” she snaps. “That’s not what you said the last time you ate something weird and wanted something for your upset stomach.”

“That’s cause the idiot eats anything he finds,” the raven says. “Like an idiot.”

“What did you say bastard?”

“Boys,” Sakura says, and Kakashi gets the impression that she is used to this.

“Uh, can I ask a question?” He asks slowly.

The blond turns to him. “Yeah, sure?”

“Who are you?”

“Oh.” The boy scratches the back of his head. “Right, we didn’t say. I’m Naruto, the bastard over there is Sasuke, and the pink chic-girl, the pink girl is Sakura.”

Sakura slowly lowers her clenched fist, a tight smile on her face. “Nice to meet you, Kakashi.”

“Hn.”

Kakashi feels a headache coming. “And why are you here? Do you know Jiraiya?”

Naruto brightens. “Yeah! He used to be our link to the human world, but recently he said something about writing a book? So we were looking for a replacement and BAM, here you are.”

Kakashi blinks. Link to the human world? “So you are a bunch of shut-ins?”

“What, no!” Sakura exclaimed. “What gave you that impression?”

Kakashi pointedly looks at their outfits and from the way the girl blushes she knows what he is trying to say.

“Well, we don’t actually have to dress like this, but it gets us in the mood, you know? Besides, it was you humans that imagined us to be like this, so if you’ve got a complaint, go take it up with your ancestors or something.” She flicks the tip of her hat. “Like, what is this even for?”

“At least you can find a look for yourself without having to look like a dirty mop!” Naruto retorts. “Half the stuff I’ve got to look through has chest hair.”

“Fur,” Sasuke says. “I’m pretty sure it’s supposed to be fur.” The boy is standing straight with his cloak wrapped around himself, like a vampire from a movie. He is repeatedly biting his lip and, as Kakashi watches, finally seems to grasp the ‘one visible sharp tooth’ thing.

“You don’t even have to change your wardrobe,” Naruto continues. “You’re all black and doom and gloom, to begin with.”

Sasuke scoffs. “Admit it, you’re just jealous this looks good on me.” He tilts his head a little and Kakashi has to admit, he can be the promotion character to a Halloween party or something.

“You know, that set included gloves too?” Sakura says offhandedly. “But it was such a bother to get the ketch-blood, it was such a bother to get the blood out every single time, so we scrapped it.” She claps her hands together. “Anyways, we didn’t know you were arriving so soon, Kakahi,” she says. “We were planning to clean the place up a bit, maybe get something nice to eat?”

“Like a welcoming party!” Naruto chirps.

Sakura ignores him. “But since you came early without notice, we’ve got none of that done. The place is a mess, not that anyone seems bothered by it.”

“You’re the one with the broom,” Naruto says.

Sakura looks offended. “You want me to clean with it? How would you feel if I swept the floor with your tail?”

“Sad.”

“Exactly.”

Sasuke rolls his eyes. “Anyways, what she means to say is, absolutely nothing is prepared for your arrival. Unless you have food on you, you’re going hungry tonight.”

“Did you just assume what she was going to say?”

The two boys start bickering again and Kakashi feels the strength leave his body in one go. He staggers backwards, scrambling for his phone, to talk to Jiraiya, to try and make sense of anything. He turns on his phone and is met with the message screen. He scrolls down to the text Jiraiya had sent him, the one with the address on it, and he scans through it.

Hi Kakashi!

I’ve attached the map and the address to the message, just in case. The place is in good condition, I’ve made sure of it. There’s no other person occupying the place, so use it as you like. All I ask if for you to take up the small project I left behind, it’s nothing too difficult. You’ll see when you get there and you’ll come to love it I’m sure.

Anyways, that’s all for now. I’ll see you sometime soon!

“Jiraiya mentions nothing about occupants in his house,” he said. “I don’t doubt you know him, but are you supposed to be here?”

“Lemme see that.” Naruto snatches the phone from him and squints at the screen. “Uhh...ah! See, he says ‘no other person’. Person. There is definitely no other person here.”

Kakashi pointedly looks at him and Naruto grins. “Person. We’re not persons-”

“People,” Sasuke corrects.

“Shut it. As I was saying, we’re definitely not people.”

Kakashi rolls his eyes. “What, you classify as a vampire, witch, and-” he stares at Naruto. “Cat man?”

Sasuke chokes on his spit and Sakura has a smile on her face.

“What? I’m a wolf!” Naruto says indignantly.

“Right, anyways, you say you’re not people.”

The three of them nod.

“And you, what, live here?”

“That’s right,” Sakura says. “We work here too.”

Kakashi is left stricken once again, but the three in front of him seem to take this as the end of his questions.

“Now that’s done with, let’s move onto the tour!” Naruto grabs him by the shoulder and begins pushing him towards the stairs. “There’s a lot to see, and a whole bunch of things to be careful of. You don’t want to step onto the third-floor cause that’s the attic and Sasuke’s occupied the entirety of it as his lair or something. You might want to be careful of which room you pick as yours too, cause the bats aren’t very smart and they hit the windows when they’re trying to head in for the day. The far wing is Sakura’s area and she makes a whole load of weird stuff. She claims they're potions and whatnot but I swear she’s just mixing poison to mess with the rest of us. Regardless, the air there is nasty. If you’re not careful you might wake up the next day with a hand growing out of your stomach.”

"I suggest staying out of the dungeons as well,” Sakura helpfully says. “It smells like a pack of wet dogs down there. Unless you wish to never be able to smell anything for the rest of your life, stay far away.”

“And buy earplugs then next time you go down to the city,” Sasuke adds. “Because ear pain-inducing howling is apparently what passes as singing among his kind.”

Kakashi’s brain chooses that moment to decide that it is officially overloaded. He faints.

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Kakashi wakes up to a comfortable bed and an unfamiliar ceiling. There is an eerie smoke wafting around and he turns his head slowly, catching a glimpse of Sakura approaching him with a cup in hand.

“How’re you feeling?”

Kakashi thinks this over for a second. “No idea, honestly.” Sakura laughs and holds up the cup. “It’s water. You can ask questions, I’ll try to answer them.” Kakashi sits up and gratefully takes the cup. He drinks until it is empty. “Where’s…” He waves a hand.

“Naruto and Sasuke?” Sakura takes the cup from him and places it on the bedside table. “A client came by, so they’re dealing with her.”

“Client?”

Sakura nods. “I said we work here too, remember?”

“Right. You never said what you do though.” Kakashi looks around. The room he is in is small but well furnished. There is a doorway that leads off somewhere, and a shelf stocked full of something near it. The curtains are open and he can see that the sun is already setting. “How long was I out for?”

“Just a few hours. And yeah, we didn’t, but you didn’t ask.”

Sakura is smiling at him happily, and Kakashi swallows. “Oh, so, what do you do?”

The girl claps her hands together. “This gets a little long, but you know? So, there’s this woman, she’s called Tsunade. She’s like our leader. And where we come from, we’re put into groups of three. Our group was me, Naruto and Sasuke, and Tsunade, she didn’t like us very much. Well, I think she liked me because I was her apprentice and everything, but Naruto and Sasuke got into a lot of trouble. One day, Tsunade decided that she was done with them, and by extension me, and she sent us off to solve cases out in the human world before she considers taking us back-”

“I’m sorry, wait a second.” Kakashi notes that Sakura is not a very good storyteller. “So, this Tsunade is your leader, and as punishment or something she sent the three of you here to solve cases.”

Sakura slowly nods through his analysis. “Yup.”

“Where did she send you off from?”

“Our house. We lived in a big mansion, but she kicked the three of us out.”

“Right, and what do you mean by ‘cases’?” “We’re like private consultants!” Sakura turns to look at the clock located above the doorway. “Like, our current client is Ino. We know her from back home, by the way. She’s a siren, see, and recently some human dude’s been pestering her. Probably a victim to her voice, the poor bloke. Some people are just more sensitive to it. Anyways, she came by for something to make him more resistant to the pull, so I’m whipping together a potion to do just that. You could call us troubleshooters for those of our kind who live out in the human world.”

“And by your kind, you mean…”

“The supernatural,” Sakura says. “The magical, the fantasy, the mythical and monstrous.”

Kakashi swallows. He is either stuck in the grasps of a trio of crazy kids, or he is stuck in the grasps of a trio of creatures he had previously thought only to exist in books and movies. “Does Jiraiya know about this?”

“Of course! He’s actually a close friend of Tsunade’s. They drink together a lot. He’s in the human world a lot yeah? And he’s well known there too. When there’s a particularly difficult case that needs a shove from the human side he’s the one we usually talk to.” She gets to her feet. “Give me a second, I need to go check the cauldron.”

The girl vanishes through the doorway and Kakashi stares after her. Seconds later, he hears a platter of footsteps and Naruto bursts through the door. “Sakura-chan! Oh, Kakashi! You’re awake! Perfect timing!” Sakura sticks her head out from the other room. “I’m almost done. If the pig’s complaining, tell her she can-”

“No, no!” Naruto rushes towards her. “Gaara’s here, like we promised.”

Sakura raises both eyebrows. “I didn’t think he’d come,” she admits.

“Well, I never doubted.” Naruto is grinning, and Kakashi assumes this is another case. Sakura smiles at her friend’s enthusiasm. “Well, he came at a good time. Kakashi’s up and ready to go.” Kakashi blinks. “Me? Go where?”

Naruto rolls his eyes. “Gaara’s house, duh.”

“Why?”

“Gaara’s like us, but it’s a little weird cause he seems artificial. We suspect he was once human, and someone forcefully planted a supernatural into him.”

“Why?” Was that even possible? “How?”

Naruto laughs. “That’s what you’re going to go find out.”

Kakashi cannot see where this is going. He doesn't know how it had come to this. “No?”

“We tracked down Gaara’s family, but we need someone to go look into it. You’re human, you’re perfect for the role!”

“What? No, I-I don’t-you can’t-” Kakashi wants to pull his hair out. He wants to faint again, because then at least he doesn’t have to think at all. “Can’t you just, like, can’t Sakura make a truth serum or-or-Sasuke go turn them into vampire slaves by sucking their blood or something?”

Somewhere, somehow, he has begun talking and thinking as though he has accepted that they are supernatural. He does not even question it.

“We can’t hurt humans,” Sakura tells him. “Unless they deserve it, of course. That’s one of the rules Tsunade put in place.”

Naruto gives his shoulder a pat. “Come on, Kakashi. It’s late today and I know you humans need sleep, so you can go tomorrow. I’ll have Gaara write down the address or something.” “Gaara should stay the night too,” Sakura says. “Like you said, it’s late.”

“Cool! I’ll go tell him that. Sasuke’s entertaining him right now.”

Sakura hands the blond a bottle. “Give that to the pig while you’re at it.”

Kakashi blinks. He is done, he decides. He thanks whatever resides above the clouds when he faints a second time.

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#narutofantasyweek #Team 7 #sasuke #sakura #naruto #kakashi #yeah they be up to a lot of shenanigans #i drew something for this one #but i didn't finish it sooo #hopefully it'll be done by halloween

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martymango0 · 5 years

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I Was Benched

So, I visited my dad for the Fourth of July and Dad Visits - as anyone who’s been here a while my have observed - mean Dad Projects! In this case, we put reinforcement on a table/bench we made last summer to keep the slats even.

This one’s fairly picture heavy so the rest is under a cut

So there are three of these table-benches around the property. The way they work is the backrest is on a swivel & can swing flat to become a tabletop; put two of them together & voila! Picnic table! It’s pretty nifty.

We (my dad, stepmom, & I) built these last summer while I was down & they’ve been outside since then. We brought this one in because the boards were starting to warp a bit & Dad wanted to mitigate that, plus staining.

But first!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜Power washing ゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Because spiders. So. Many. Spiders. Also ants. Many, MANY ants.

[Image Description: my stepmom aims a power washer wand at a light-colored wooden bench which has been upturned on a gravel driveway]

We used scrap wood my dad had in the garage ‘cause why buy stuff when you can salvage?! Seriously, my dad has never bought a storage container in his life; it’s all butter tubes as far as the eye can see. Also, I got to use Dad’s really nice circular saw so that was fun. We actually cut a fifth length as well because one of these split when we started putting screws in it (the perils of using scrap). In addition, we cut bevels in a length of 2x4 to shore up the center of the seat back/tabletop (the way you can see the seat is reinforced in the picture above)

[Image Description: four lengths of various colored cut wood - two long and two short - lay on a cluttered table surrounded by sundry tools and supplies on the periphery of the image]

Conveniently, the diameter of our can of stain was almost exactly the width of two end caps side-by-side, so we used that to trace a curve onto them to round off the ends. I cut two of the eight curves before I abdicated the responsibility to Dad; I am Not Good at Jigsaws, apparently. Instead, I took over filing down & sanding the curves we cut so they were nice & smooth. The wood we used was fairly splintery so this was a fairly important step.

Also, unlike with the oyster tree, I actually remembered to wear gloves while working with handheld tools this time & didn’t injure myself this time!

[Image Description: two lengths of wood sit on a cluttered table surrounded by a jigsaw, a small can of stain, several measuring devices and pencils, and some scrap chunks of wood. The ends of each length have been roughly cut into quarter circle curves]

[Image Description: Four lengths of wood lay on a cluttered table. Their ends have been cut into quarter circle curves and smoothed down. By the ends near the camera lay a leather work glove, a sheet of sandpaper, and a wood rasp]

Our pieces cut, we move on to attachment! First, we attached the center reinforcement. We offset our screws, alternating sides from the center line, for reasons I do not know but which Dad was adamant about. I assume he knows what he’s on about; he was lead on this project & he has been at this a lot longer than me. We used a hammer & an spare nail as an old-school center punch to mark where our screws would go & keep them from skidding off-mark.

I already knew going into this that I am Bad At Drills (I just can’t get the right pressure on them so either the screw doesn’t go in or it binds) so Dad was Toolmaster from here on out & I was in charge of holding, bracing, marking, & handing him things.

[Image Description: a bench lays face down on concrete. A short board lies perpendicularly across the boards of the seat back, marked with Xs where screws will be put in. Next to it is a cordless drill, a pencil, a jar of screws, and a hammer. A screw sits on top of the board.]

The end caps were easier to position as Dad could partially set the screws in the new piece before attaching it to the bench. Doing this is also how we split the one end cap, but hey, at least we found out it was cut with the grain instead of perpendicular to it before we attached it to the bench!

[Image Description: a man sits at one end of an upturned bench, using it as a table to preset screws into a piece of wood]

[Image Description: a closeup of a man’s hands as he aligns a piece of wood with screws sticking out of it with the end of a bench. He has a cordless drill in his right hand]

The most exciting part of this process I don’t have pictures of because I am the photographer & I was busy. See, the whole reason we were adding these reinforcements to the bench is because the boards were starting to warp out of alignment which means we had to realign them as we put the end caps on. These are 2x4s so it’s not like you can just bend it back with your hands. No, dear readers, for this I got to use... a CROWBAR!

[Image Description: an upturned bench sits on a tarp in the shade next to a gravel driveway. It is made of light wood with darker wood end caps on both the seat and back]

And we’re done! With the woodworking, at least. We did cut more pieces so all three of these benches on the property could be done up like this, but at this point it was over 90 degrees out & the next one was all the way out on the unshaded dock so we decided to be done & Dad & my stepmom will go do the others once it’s not so horribly hot outside.

While Dad & I ate lunch my stepmom stained the bench we’d finished so now its both protected from the elements & a cohesive color!

[Image Description: A bench sits in the shade on a tarp on a paved patio. It is stained a middle shade of brown]

Good job, team! A family achievement!

Seriously though, it looks great & I’m proud of our work.

#Dad Projects #woodworking #Marty crafts

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