#suna can only say i love you once a month or he will die

[osamusbigtits]

motoya likes emotionally unavailable guys. it's why he has a big fat crush on suna and then eventually osamu as well. he tells them this after years of dating and they're like "we're not emotionally unavailable" and motoyas like "lol ok. sure yeah."

#they are #suna can only say i love you once a month or he will die #and osamu only knows how to process his good emotions #bex thoughts #hq #sunaosakomo

[the-tiniest-one]

Parenting Rock Lee with Might Guy :)

Note:@xemaliahrssx here ya go! I hope it tastes just like you dreamed it would!

Sitting at the kitchen table, watching Guy and Lee devour the dinner you made, had you feeling nostalgic... You watched with your head rested on your hand. It was the little family moments that you appreciated more than anything else these days. "Yeah! and then I caught him in a cross block!" Lee said, describing their latest mission, his mouth full of food.

"Haha yes yes (y/n) you should have been there, our Rock Lee is becoming a real force to be reckoned with, much like his handsome sensei" Guy said with a wink in your direction.

"Handsome indeed" you said with a grin.

Thinking back to the days when you were a little more of a workaholic made you laugh. If you told your younger-self all those years ago that you would be Konoha's worst helicopter parent in just a few years, you'd have never believed it. Guy was a perfect match for you in that regard. You two were a well oiled machine when it came to parenting.

While Lee could do no wrong in your eyes, Guy was a bit heavy handed in his discipline of Lee's skills as a shinobi. You kissed every bruise and scrape, while Guy was teaching him how to prevent them in the first place.

Rock Lee has had more than his fair share of the short-end-of-the- shit-stick his entire life. BUT One could be forgiven for not recognizing the true level of hardship the boy has overcome in his short tenure as a shinobi. Lee is a true underdog.

Lucky for him, you've always been a bit of a sucker for an underdog.

You thought back to those early days......

Even before Lee evolved to a mini version of your childhood crush, you felt the need to protect him. Watching him fumble and practice jutsu in vain day after day.....early in the morning and into the night. You would watch him from a distance while training your own team. One early morning, you decided to check in on the boy with long black hair. He kicked at a post, counting off as you looked on...10....11.....12.....his kicks were weak even for his young age. As he got closer to 50 he fell back, overwhelmed by the pain of repetitively beating his shins into the wood without chakra to safeguard his bones.

Clearly angry at his situation, the thought occurred to you that maybe he wasn't using chakra because he couldn't....the boy had tears streaming from his eyes. It broke your heart to watch a kid who couldn't be more than 10, cursing his life.

"A kid working that hard shouldn't have to feel that defeated..." you said to yourself.

You felt conflicted. Torn between wanting to step in and takeover his training...but feeling the weight of responsibility that would come with encouraging a child to chase a pipedream that would only lead to disappointment. You knew all too well what happens to weak ninja. The reality was that it would be cruel to encourage the boy to peruse a life as dangerous as that of a shinobi. You were no slouch when it came to taijutsu but ninjas are able to compete with one another because of the advantages that come with developing kakai genki.

Could a boy with no use of chakra stand a chance against the generations of those families of ninja who use fearsome jutsu and tactics like lightning...wind....wood or even hereditary gifts like the dreaded sharingan or byakugen? The real answer was sad and harsh. No. He couldn't.

You wouldn't be so irresponsible as to tell the boy he could be anything but a failure.

If he perused that path, he would die young.

So you stood back, restraining the desire to comfort and nurture the little boy out of what you told yourself was mercy. Day after day, week after week....you watched on....until it became too much. You couldn't sleep anymore, couldn't function on missions the same way. Always thinking back to him still out at those training grounds.....always struggling.

....

One morning it was pouring rain. You called off training that day for your team and headed out to the place you knew he would be. He was there of course. He was doing his best to catch a cold while practicing hand signs to no avail. After watching him for a few minutes you finally asked, "What's your name kid?" speaking loud to project over the rain. Startled he looked up to where you stood, perched on a post a few feat away. "I...Im Rock Lee" he said timidly. You laughed at his shy but sweet face, "Im y/n" you said.

"Your kicks look like they could use some work", holding your palm about chest high, to show him where his blow should be landing. The boy grimaced...clearly angry with his lack of direction in training. You laughed and the both of you worked on his kicks for the duration of the morning.

"I think you'll be a splendid ninja someday" you said as you offered him a bit of lunch you packed. The boy looked up at you with the most heartbreaking fear in his eyes, "I can't use chakra" Lee said barley above a whisper, clearly ashamed to tell you the truth.

You ruffled his hair. "Look kid, life is shitty sometimes. But I can tell you are someone who will never quit. No matter the odds, and that is something worth more than all the talent in the world." He instantly smiled up at you, melting your heart for what would be the first of a million times. Laughing and showing you also first time you saw that shiny smile that you would come to love more that anything on earth.

From then on he was your responsibility. Your chest burned with pride in his concrete determination. Feeling instantly the protective burn and feral instinct to insulate him from anything that would hurt him.

....

It was about a year later when things evolved. You and Lee had become close. He, being an orphan as you found out he was, had taken your invitation to live in your spare bedroom. It wasn't long before you were nagging him to be sure and eat breakfast before class, take baths every night. You were often hearing your mothers voice echo in your own as you guided the child to a structure he lacked.

You even went to his parent meetings at the Academy, much to the surprise of Iruka (because he himself was 2 years older than you and had known you since you were smol) laughed when you asked to see Lee's reports.

----

Then one hot summer day you got the order... your team was dispatched on your first extended mission with your new genin. 3 months on a C rank mission to Suna. Your heart sank as you remembered Lee's graduation exam was in just a few days. Before you left, you kissed his forehead and promised a tearful Lee who had become just as attached as you over the last year, that would bring him back a graduation present.

You just knew he would finally pass.

....

Returning to the village near midnight you couldn't wait to see Lee. After giving report to Lord Third, you quickly made your way home. Quietly cracking the door to his bedroom, you peaked in to see his sweet little face. The snoring boy looked peaceful.

"He cut his hair?" you thought puzzled..."he must have done it himself, it looks a little odd." You laughed at the thought of him using a bowl to cut his hair.

Then your eyes traveled to the headband still around his forehead, "He passed!!!" you quietly celebrated, careful not to wake him up. You placed the promised gift on his dresser, a brand-new set of num-chuks you'd had made in Suna.

The next morning you were up before sunrise making a celebratory breakfast when an extreme round of knocking came from the apartment's front door.

You quickly answered, immediately flustered when on the other side was none other than Might Guy....the same Guy you'd had the hots for over a decade.

"Y/N!, I must have the wrong address! I was looking for one of my students!" Guy said in his familiar boisterous cadence. Laughing nervously you started to respond, when behind you Lee pushed his way through the doorframe. Your eyes widened at the sight.

The haircut made sense now, Lee stood side by side with his sensei. He was wearing Guy's jumpsuit... they could have been father and son.

Looking at the two of them standing side by side in front of you for the first time gave you the most jarring sense of dejavu.

"Guy sensei! Look what Y/N brought me from her most dangerous mission!" Lee brandished the weapon, beaming up at his teacher who laughed and winked in your direction. "Ah, a great choice! Only the most skilled ninja know how to use such a fine weapon! We must enlighten you at once Lee my boy!" With that the handsome jonin and your sweet Rock Lee were off to train.

You had known Guy since he was still struggling to gain entrance to the Academy, you knew that the man who radiated confidence today, only earned that ability through blood, sweat, and tears.

You apprehensively accepted that Might Guy was a good match to be Lee's sensei.

"Be careful!" you called, more than a little apprehensive at the thought of your sweet baby boy training with such an admittedly impulsive man. Feeling a small tug of sadness as you watched the two of them disappear down the street.

"Lee's getting tall..." you though as you closed the door.

....

Over the next few years Lee had grown into a strong young man. You felt such extreme pride in everything he did. Even though you being in your mid-twenties were not nearly old enough to be Lee's mother, he had taken to occasionally calling you mom.

Lee was never embarrassed of you as he grew into a teen like some of the other kids his age. He was always just as willing to give you a hug before a mission as the day you met him.

It would be a lie to say that the relationship you and Guy shared hadn't also matured along the way. Although you weren't Lee's biological parents, anyone would be forgiven for thinking that you were. Everything you had admired about Guy, his hot-bloodedness, his devotion to youthful perseverance, his love of his village had been passed down to your surrogate son.

It was only natural that you and Guy would become a team in raising Rock Lee. Over time after a few years of dinners, training sessions, birthdays, holidays etc...Guy decided to propose to you.

It was a literal dream come true. You couldn't say yes fast enough. But as required when two shinobi become married, when you went to sign the paperwork to make your marriage official, requesting a stamp of approval from Lady Tsunade....she extended to you a folder with a second set of forms.

Guy beamed as you read the contents. Adoption papers with Lee's name printed at the top in bold.

"He will always be our son. Since we are making it official... why not add one more?" Guy said with a laugh. The tears began welling in your eyes. "He's 17" you laughed, "I love you" is all you could think to say in response to the most kind gesture you have ever witnessed.

Guy held his trademark thumbs up high as he replied, "Lee will always need his mom, no matter how big he gets!" His words like music to your heart...

You'd never felt so complete as you walked hand in hand with Guy, on your way home to surprise your sweet son with the news.

Upon telling Lee what the two of you had done, he looked from the papers back to you. Confusion spread across the sweet ravenette's features. "But I do not understand" Lee said with a hand rubbing the back of his neck. "Have you not always been my mom?"

The innocent look in his eye and profound sincerity in his voice made tears well in your eyes for what felt like the tenth time that day. You laughed and swept he and Guy into a hug that didn't last long enough. "What's for dinner?" the two men asked in unison and in that moment you knew you were the luckiest person in the world.

#rock lee #might guy x you #might guy relationship #naruto imagines #naruto #naruto fanfiction #might gai imagine #might guy fanfiction #rock lee fanfiction #parenting with maito #rock lee's mom #maito guy #rock lee imagines #rock lee x y/n #team gai

[electrickoushi]

cook me up some love

a/n: my first work in my valentine’s series! i literally wrote this at 6am because i woke up and couldn’t sleep, so if something doesn’t make sense.... please ignore haha. thank you for reading :) 

pairing: miya osamu x suna rintarou tags: fluff, like 4 suggestive lines, the word kink twice at the end wc: 1.7k 

Rintarou can’t remember when or why he agreed to working as the cashier at Onigiri Miya on Valentine’s Day, yet here he is, ringing couples up who are actually getting the chance to enjoy their special day. Naturally, his sour mood doesn’t go unnoticed by Osamu though, who had planned a special surprise for his boyfriend all along.

The restaurant smelled like spices and ingredients and whatever the hell else Osamu put into his cooking.

Rintarou clicked the button on the register with his index finger to open and close the drawer with a ding each time. His face rested on his hand, squishing his cheek and molding his expression into one of pure boredom.

“Excuse me.”

Rintarou looked up to find a couple waiting to pay for their meal. He wordlessly took the receipt, entered the total, took their money or swiped their card, gave them their change if they had any, stabbed the receipt onto the pointy thing, gave them another receipt, wished them a Happy Valentine’s Day, and returned to playing with the register.

This happened countless times until Rintarou felt the angry eyes of his boyfriend on his back. He gulped. Everyone knew you didn’t mess with Osamu when it came to his cooking and restaurant.

“Rin, please stop that. I've had multiple customers complain about you.”

At least he’s still using a nickname, which means I can’t be in too much trouble.

“Sorry.” He clicked it again, the register drawer flying open.

“Rintarou!” Osamu growled.

Oh, he was in for it now.

Osamu was already sweaty and stressed from being the head chef of the kitchen. His boyfriend’s antics that were driving away customers was just the cherry on top to an already difficult evening.

“You, watch the register,” Osamu snapped. “I need to have a talk with Suna here.”

Oh God, last name basis. That’s bad.

He dragged the faux cashier into the storage room where they wouldn’t be bothered and Osamu could properly yell at him without disrupting the customers.

At least, that’s what Rintarou thought.

Instead, when Osamu shut the door, he turned around and hugged Rintarou.

“I’m sorry for making you work tonight. I know you’d rather be at home, watching a movie or something.”

Rintarou was surprised but wrapped his arms around Osamu’s shoulders. “I just want to be with you. I hate seeing all these couples enjoying their Valentine’s Day while you’re stuck in the kitchen. I hardly ever get to see you.”

Osamu kissed his boyfriend’s cheek, taking in a whiff of his cologne. He ran a hand through Rintarou’s brown hair and felt him soften at the touch. “I know, but I have a surprise for later tonight. Didn’t you wonder why I decided to close early on such a profitable night?”

“Nine is considered early?”

“For a day like this, yes. So just work a few more hours for me and then we close, and I’ll have your surprise all ready. Can you do that?”

Rintarou found himself nodding along, enjoying the way Osamu’s hand felt running along his scalp and his hot breath tickling his ear. Osamu’s other hand was rubbing small circles on his waist.

“You know,” Rintarou started, grabbing his boyfriend’s hand to lead it higher. “I think it’s pretty soundproof in here, as in no one would hear us if we just-”

“Shit, I forgot I have something on the stove. Okay, see you later!” Osamu kissed him once more, this time on the lips, and shut the door behind him.

Rintarou gaped, realizing he just got played for the fool he was. Like a child, he was placated by the promise of a surprise. And to think, he believed he got the less evil twin.

Rintarou stepped out of the storage and resumed his position as cashier. The dinging stopped now that his mind was focused on something else. Namely, being fucked in the storage room of a restaurant owned by his boyfriend.

“Sir, can we pay now?”

God, he really needed to stop spacing out.

“Yeah, sorry.” He rang them up and told them to have a good night.

Every so often, Osamu would come out of his kitchen and check on Rintarou. It was under the guise of affection but he knew that Osamu was just making sure he wasn’t aggravating any more customers.

It was 8:45 when Osamu had flipped the sign and told the hostess to stop letting people in. Hopefully that would mean people would leave relatively soon, but some stayed until they were explicitly told to get out by an employee. That was Rintarou’s favorite part of the job.

The fifteen minutes passed by so slowly that Rintarou started to think the clocks were broken. He missed Osamu.

Yikes, when did I start sounding like such a simp?

Only one couple was left, and they had been sitting there for a good hour. Rintarou would know because when he got bored with playing with the register, he would people watch. This couple in particular seemed to be in a brand new relationship, the stage where you asked surface level questions and gave surface level answers.

By 9:05, Osamu walked past Rintarou at the counter and towards the couple.

“Hello, we are closed now, and I see that you two have finished. I hope you enjoyed your meal. If you could just pay and leave please, I would greatly appreciate that.”

“We wanted to order dessert,” the woman said, looking at the desert menus posted on each table.

“The kitchens are closed.”

The man interjected, “You’re the head chef, right? The Miya that runs this place. Can’t you just whip something up? It shouldn’t take that long.”

“Like I said, sir, the kitchens are closed.”

Rintarou watched the exchange. He knew his boyfriend could handle it since he’s dealt with so many rude customers over the months. That didn’t mean Rintarou liked seeing his boyfriend get stepped on though. Being nice and polite was very much an Osamu thing, but Rintarou never believed in such diplomacy.

He got up and walked towards the table. “Get out.”

Osamu and the couple looked at Rintarou.

“How rude. Are you going to let your employee talk to me like that? He should be fired,” the man said, glaring at Rintarou.

The brunette wasn’t fazed. He just glared back, using the same stone-cold expression he used to intimidate his opponents on the court.

“He’s right. Get out of my restaurant and don’t ever come back again,” Osamu sneered, fed up with their behavior. They had no right to treat Rintarou like that, or himself, for that matter.

The couple shuffled out of their booth and walked away, the woman’s heels clicking on the ground. Osamu rolled his eyes and took their dishes.

“Sorry they didn’t pay,” Rintarou said. If he hadn’t butted in, Osamu might have gotten somewhere with them, but patience was never his strong suit.

“It’s fine. I’m glad you got them to leave.”

Rintarou followed Osamu as he walked back into the kitchen and dumped their dishes into a giant sink. He rolled up his sleeves before spraying the food off them and slotting them into their giant industrial dishwasher. Rintarou felt like he should help, but he just watched, enamored with the simple action of his boyfriend doing dishes.

A few minutes later, the hostess came up to Osamu and said something in his ear. Rintarou didn’t even realize she was still here. He couldn’t hear what they said over the running water, but it must have been something important since Osamu nodded and dried his hands. He shut the water off and smiled at Rintarou.

“Close your eyes.”

“I do not want to run into a hot stove and die.”

Osamu slapped two hands over Rintarou’s eyes. “Walk forward. It’s literally a straight line from here.”

Rintarou did as he was told. He was led to a table by his boyfriend who was grumbling about how he walked at the pace of a grandpa.

Osamu removed his hands, and Suna blinked rapidly to adjust to the lighting. He looked up to find Osamu with his apron on and a pad of paper in hand. The table was set for two, even though neither of them needed a menu.

“Hello, welcome to Onigiri Miya. My name is Osamu, and I’ll be your server today. Can I get you started with a drink?”

Rintarou cracked a smile. “Osamu…”

“Since you won the boyfriend lottery, everything’s on the house today and will be cooked by yours truly.”

Well he wasn’t going to say no to that.

Osamu bent down, briefly shedding his character. “You want your regular?” he asked, tucking the pen and paper away.

Rintarou nodded and Osamu stood back up. “That’ll be right up, sir.”

The nice hostess brought him a glass of water while Osamu worked his magic in the kitchen. Rintarou sipped on his water before getting up and changing the music on the speakers since he had boyfriend privileges.

The cheery pop music shut off and was replaced with his and Osamu’s shared playlist. Arctic Monkeys floated throughout the restaurant.

Sitting back down, Rintarou waved goodbye to the hostess. She waved back and wished him a Happy Valentine’s Day.

Only a few seconds later, Osamu came out with two plates of steaming food. He set the plates down before sitting down himself.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Rin,” Osamu smiled before shoving a ginormous bite of rice into his mouth.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Samu.”

They ate and talked happily, remarking on various customers and incidents that happened during the day. Drinks spilled on tables, people dined and dashed, minor fires that almost burned the entire place down started in the kitchen, the usual really.

After they ate more than enough leftover heart-shaped cookies, Osamu cleared their plates and dumped them in the sink, deeming them a problem for tomorrow.

He did some owner stuff that Rintarou never bothered to understand before shutting the lights off in the kitchen.

“How’s the storage room looking?” Rintarou asked, side eyeing his boyfriend.

“We can just go home, you know. Or is it a kink thing?”

Rintarou admitted unabashedly, “It’s definitely a kink thing. Put your apron back on. I’ve dreamt of this moment for a good four hours now.”

Osamu shoved the keys back into his pocket and dropped his bag on the closest chair. He dug his dirty apron out, letting his boyfriend drape it over his neck.

“Suna Rintarou, you sure are something else.”

#elliewrites #fluff #ffaf #haikyuu #osamu x suna #osasuna #hq oneshot

[bokutos-babyowl]

Ayeee so This is part 3 of little shorts of how haikyuu character would respond to the picture, sorry for how late this is I was drowning in school work ✨all characters are aged up✨

Suga

* It was like any other Monday morning or so you thought, when you wake up you saw it was already 9 and Suga should have been at the school teaching by now but he’s sleeping holding you like your gonna break with how close he had you to him

* Little did you know when suga woke up for school he saw the spot you made last night and knew you where gonna be in pain all day so he called in sick to school so he could take care of you

* Unable to get outta his grasp you fall back asleep when you wake back up you see suga outing down good next to you, still not knowing what’s going on both eat and the tells you to go to the bath it was. It till then you realized

* Suga came in the the bath room not long after to get your clothes after he changed the sheets and put out the snacks and stuff he got from the store when you where asleep when he was finished he saw you being embarrassed in the bath

* “Hey sugar what’s up look at me” you look in to Suga’s soft eyes and you start to cry he holds you head in his hands and strokes your cheek “hey hey it’s only nothing is wrong okay I love you and o wild do anything for you they are not gonna miss me for one day sugar you come first okay” you shake your head yes and he does not look convenced and helped you out if the bath and gives you a towel and some pjs “I’ll see you in the room okay” he kisses you and goes to the room leaving you to to get dressed and ready

* When you come out you see that the the sheets where changed and you saw that he had snacks and meds pulled out and a heating pad for you and surprise suga and you hug him and start to cry again

* “Ahh sugar i told you it’s okay I know you usually do this on your own but you don’t have to okay, I’m your husband now you have to let me help with things okay now let’s go lay down, I canceled your plans with Daichi for today” “I- I love you Suga you make me so happy thank you so much” you kiss him “can we go back to bed Suga I am tired again”

* He picks you up and goes to the bed with you and turns on so music and you fall asleep in his arms

Tsukki

* It was odd last night you waited for him to get home from work and immediately wanted to cuddle he did not want to question it but he just wanted to sleep

* He carries you back to bed and he got changed and joined you in the moring he saw you looking pained and holding in to him like he was honing to leave you and that is when he stared to wonder why where you like this.

* Tsukki knew most things I mean he is salty but he picks up on small things

* I hen he got up outta bed he noticed you looked like you where pain and that is why it clicked he knew that it will now be a long day he was gonna hang out with yams on his day off to day while you where at work but he knew that will nit be happing

* On his way to the kitchen to make breakfast he called your work and told them that you will not be going in be you are sick today after started to cook and called yams saying that he has to cancel today

* On his way back to the room with food and medicine he noticed you curled in a ball embarrassed

* “Tsk pipsqueak eat and take the meds okay I’ll go run you a bath and take care of the bedding and your clothes”

* He leaves to find the bath, when you where done he showed back up and carries you to the bath

* After he was done cleaning you where done with the bath still embarrassed you stay to the side of the bed away from him

* “Tsk pipsqueak come here” you go over to him and let of him with him stroking your hair as you slowly fall asleep you here his voice” pipsqueak I still love you damn it your stuck with me like how I am stuck to you okay” and he kisses you on the forehead as he also falls asleep

Suna

* You and Suna over sleep no surprise there last night y’all where with the twins Suna got some good black mail of there fighting while you where just chillin eating Ice cream

* When you wake up your in pain and you know what it’s from your cross your fingers and hope that it did not go through but it did (damn it)

* You go and take a quick shower in hopes that Suna will not wake up Wel that is what you thought till you heard the door open and your shower suddenly Turing in to shower with a naked Suna behind you

* He holds you while your in the shower stoping you from washing your hair you turn to look at him and he is starting to fall asleep on you in the shower you go to wake him up so he won’t fall

* “Mmm let me sleep it’s so warm” he mumbles “I have to change the sheets rin you can-“ “shhhhhhh I already changed them and put them in the wash now let’s go get back in pjs and go to bed okay I hate sleeping with out you, you know that”

* When you go to get outta the shower he kisses you “ the faster you hurry the more you will get” as he walks out of the bathroom

* When you get the the bed he is already waiting with meds and heating pad ready for his nap with you

* You curl up to his chest and you hear him chuckle “ aaahh your so cute y/n” as he kisses you again you pull away before it can get to heated.

* “Hey rin you know I love you, well thank you for always talking naps with me and taking care of me”

* He kisses you on the head “no problem my little fox I love you and will no matter what”

Tanaka

* last night you stayed up way to long with noya and Tanaka, you and Tanaka were having a perfect night of movies before noya called saying he was lost at the airport

* After picking him up noya decided to take Tanaka to a bar and you evened up driving everyone home

* When you wake up Tanaka is no where to be soon all you here is him in the phone with kiyoko, you can’t here the convo other than him saying he will run to the store

* Little did you know he was calling kiyoko for help he saw a spot this morning and thought you where gonna die so he called the only girl he knew kiyoko he left you asleep and ran to the stare to get the things kiyoko said that you would need

* When you wake back up again you see Tanaka holding medicine and take out he feeds out and on his way back he starts you a bubble bath

* You don’t know what is happing until you get outta the bed and then you knew why Tanaka was on the phone kiyoko he did not know what to do bc you always just take care of it and tell him not to worry

* Tanaka comes and checks on you in the bath making sure you did not need anything

* When you get outta the bath you see Tanaka looking through the TV trying to find something to watch when you walk into the room he immediately runs toward you and picks you up and take you to the bed where he had snacks and a heating pad for you

* He sat you on the bed as you curled up into him, as he rubbed your back you felt sorry that he was taking care of you and not out with noya again he saw your sadness and pulled you up to see look at home

* “Hey y/n I love you okay don’t be sad noya will be here for a while he is not going anywhere

Tendou

* It was evening and you know Tendou would be home soon this time you are there before him bc you called in to work. You sent tendou a text at lunch saying you where sick but he knew you lied. It was like clockwork every month once a week your in pain and felt like your dieing.. your period.

* It’s a relief that your not pregnant with the way things have been going since you got married to the red head. You hear a knock at the bed room door breaking you outta your thoughts and tendou was right he brought chocolates from Work that he made that day and some meds. You where on the bed with a heating pad wanting the chocolates he brought

* .” Paradise let my change and make room for me okay you want any food or just the chocolates” you look at him with puppy dog eyes and he knew that you just want him and the chocolates he gives them to you and walks to the bathroom to change.

* After changing tendou walks out to see you culled up in a ball watching anime and the chocolates some how already gone. “Move over paradise and come lay in my arms I’ll make you feel better.” You move I. To his arms not taking your eyes off the tv bakugo was fighting deku and you where crying “shhhh it’s okay it’s just a show baby” you Bury your head in the his chest and feel the vibrations of him humming as he turned off the tv. He sees tour done crying and tilts your head to look at him” hey paradise I was reading today and some one said that sex can help your period crams you wanna try that” you shake your head no and curl in to his arms and fall asleep

* The next morning when you wake up you don’t see tendou are you hear is him cooking in the kitchen when you go to get up he is already there walking in the room with breakfast and some medicine

* “ hey paradise not to late to change tour mind I am just saying the sheets are already dirty”

* You look at him confused as you eat till you look tendou sees you expression change and chuckles “it’s okay I am already running you a bath go and hop in I’ll change the sheets”

* You nod and walk to the bath and get in he comes and gets your pjs from the ground and throws them in to the wash

* When you get back to bed you see tendou and his chocolates you get happy and run to the bed almost killing him in a hug

* You guys gossip and eat and when you start to get tired he pulls of the blanket and kisses you on the forehead

* “ I love you my paradise I’ll always be here for you good nigh

Kuroo

* last night it was a night out with Kenma well it really was just playing video games all night and streaming with him. Well it was fun. To kuroo you on the other hand was reading all night till you fell asleep on kuroo

* When you woke up your in your own bed but you don’t see kuroo you turn and go back to bed when you wake up you see kuroo siting next to you with medicine

* I mate be a boy but I have read enough science books to help you take this and go get in the bath to help you feel better okay

* When you get up to go the the bath you realized why he was talking about Scientology books you where on your period and bled though on the sheets you where surprise how calm kuroo was and how much he seemed to know about the situation.

* In reality he was panicking the text books never said that females bled that much he did what any sayin person would do he called his mom

* She told him what to do and how to take care of you and he did what she said to a t

* When you got out he had snacks, a heating pad and chocolates. When you walk to the bed he immediately hugs you and starts to kiss you making you feel so loved “mmm I love you kuroo” “I love you too kitten” he replays you guys watch some tv and he orders take out after eating and cuddles you fall asleep

* While you are a sleep he tells you how worried he was “hey kitten you don’t know how scared I was today when I saw it I panicked and called my mom how funny is that she told me what to do, I live you kitten and will always try to make you happy, goodnight.”

Tag @aoi-turtle

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Pre Shippuden — Shippuden Era

Ages 16 - 22. This is a continuation of the events in Hokkaido's life.

Age 16

I left off on her six month mission in Konohagakure. Backtracking a few months before she turned sixteen, she worked directly under Tsunade Senju amd had slowly reconnected with her old friends, including Neji Hyūga, Kiba Inuzuka, Ino Yamanaka, Sakura Haruno, Shikamaru Nara, and Choji Akamichi.

That being said, her sixteenth birthday was spent in the Hidden Leaf. The party was small and planned by Ino, complete with a few cupcakes and dango. This was the first birthday she enjoyed after Emi passed away.

Speaking of Emi, Hokkaido constantly worried over Ichika and often wrote letters to the younger one. After all, next year Ichika would start the Amegakure Academy.

Aside from her mission, nothing too big happened this year. Though she found out Sasuke was missing. He had become a Rogue Ninja. Okay that's pretty big but still.

Age 17

Upon her journey towards Amegakure after the six months had passed, the Kunoichi had taken it into her own hands to search for Sasuke. She strayed off the path she should have been taking to go to the Hidden Rain Village.

From here, she runs into some nasty company.

This was the first time she met Pein and Konan. And they looked like they were ready to end her.

Upon activating her sharingan, interest was sparked in her by Pein. She was spared on one condition. Well a few, but one big one.

She was to join the Akatsuki, accept the Rogue life and abandon her old life. This would mean abandoning the Hidden Rain and Ichika.

But on the other hand, maybe she could find Sasuke. She had no clue just how wrong she was. But she agreed nonetheless.

So she was taken back to the base, fron there, she met the other members.

Okay don't kill me but here's what happens when she first meets the Akatsuki: [her opinion and relationships will change over time]

Pein: Of course when they first met, she was intimidated and activated her sharingan, but being spared and hopefully brought closer to her brother, she would do anything he asked, for now at least.

Konan: Seeing her special skills, Hokkaido was intimidated but wouldn't admit so. She seems to be the only female here.

Deidara: I'm sorry Dei, but my little angel thought you were a very beautiful lady until you spoke the first time. Needless to say, she was rather shocked but admired his hair and explosives anyway.

Kakuzu: one word. Fear. This man is huge and crazy tall, also his personality reminds her of what its like to bite into a crabapple.

Hidan: she admired his dedication, but didn't like how he greeted her with “Fuck, there's another one? At least this one has a decent rack”. She punched him. And threatened his life only to find out he's immortal.

Tobi: well, he's very hyper and welcoming at least, but she wondered why he wore that mask.

Kisame: is he a man? Shark? Man-Shark? Either way, she kept a distance and admired his strength from afar.

Sasori: puppets are completely and utterly horrifying and she wanted nothing to do with this weird puppet man. Until she saw how red his hair was and her cheeks dusted a pale pink. It reminded her of someone she met a few years ago.

Itachi: . . . Her brother. Her brother, who had killed the clan was in the Akatsuki. Upon seeing him, she wondered if it was too late to leave the Akatsuki. She rurned her nose away and sighed.

Zetsu: “are you a. . . Big, adorable plant man?” i think it's safe to say Zetsu stared at her and quite possibly closed his trap around himself to save himself the embarrassment or black Zetsu threatening to eat her.

Back to Age 17

Sasuke wasn't with them, and she felt like shutting down completely. She was now at square one again. She had hoped this was her ticket to helping her brother, but ahe didnt know he didn't want help.

And honestly, you can't help someone who doesn't want any help.

Aside from her mind overworking, she now had to face Itachi as he was staring her down.

“hey, Itachi... ”

From there, the two walked around as he explained what really happened that day. She was torn. The Leaf had ordered this massacre?

Maybe she wasn't ready to go home after all.

Age 18

On her eighteenth birthday, she had spent her very first one with Itachi in nine years, and she oncr again, was crying those sappy happy little tears.

She never really expected a group of terrorists to the villages to get her gifts, yet they had.

Konan had gotten her a pair of fingerless gloves; Hokkaido appreciated the gesture because her hands were usually cold and Konan usually got things she needed or wanted anyway as the two had become closer.

Kisame had given her her very first katana, which, she undeniably adored the gesture; and she was extremely pink cheeked, she wasn't in love with him but she really liked his caring and understanding attitude.

Tobi had gotten her a mask to match his, which she never would wear; instead, she retaliated with offering to share dango with him instead. Which results in him squealing.

Sasori had claimed he didn't give a damn about things she wanted but still placed a small wooden figure of well, GAARA, in front of her; which led to the idea he had read her diary and had fully embarrassed her. But this little figure was different. Gaara was dressed as the Kazekage.

Deidara had picked her up some paint; remembering she hsd spent endless nights she couldn't sleep to paint her ceilinv and walls, and was out of it.

Zetsu uh, well, gave her a few seeds for flowers. It was for a joke since he figured she would never use them, but she held o to them. Just wait. These gifts will be brought up later.

Kakuzu, and i can't stress this enough, didn't do shit.

Hidan, on the other hand, tried offering immortality if she converted to jashinism.

Itachi had saved his for last. He had gotten her a journal and pens, as well as her stuffed panda from Amegakure.

A part of being an official member of the Akatsuki meant missions. And she had completed several, but what made her panic would be the one where the hunt for Jinchuuriki began.

It was a silent battle with herself. She had already dedicated herself to the Akatsuki but she knew two Jinchuuriki. Gaara and Naruto.

The day Gaara's One Tail was extracted, she covered her mouth upon hearing those certain words.

“He's dead”.

As if she had been hoping her life wouldn't get worse, she had already made up her mind. She really, really despised Deidara now. And she knew she would be killed if she straight up abandoned post.

However, on her next solo mission, she managed to leave a scroll for the Hokage and wanted word passed silently between the Five Kage's. She was playing both sides as of now, but desperately wanted out.

Would they believe her?

No. Not yet at least.

Age 19

Silence. She had succumbed herself with silence, almost like a vow she had taken. Deidara, Sasori, they were dead and war was coming.

She promised herself she would hate Deidara for what he did to Gaara, but she couldn't help but feel pity. Deidara was only a teenager when he died. [I think he was nineteen?]

With the Fourth Shinobi War coming, she was scared. Having no idea what to even do, Hokkaido assumed she would die.

Because I'm a lil bitch, I'm making you wait until she turns 20 for more details.

Age 20

The Akatsuki was no more. Almost all had died, and Hokkaido felt a slight empty feeling in her heart as she sat in front of the Five Kage's.

This was judgement. Would she be allowed to repent and become a better person or be banished forever, or die? Her mind was going wild.

Though, she couldn't help the feeling of ease as she saw Gaara, the Kazekage and boy she used to know, standing and perfectly fine.

“During the time of my extraction, I could see she wanted nothing to do with the Akatsuki organization. She looked almost forced to be there”.

The words Gaara spoke made her face turn pink and look away. Why was he trying to help her when she had fallen into the wrong group of people?

As if she hadn't already felt like she had succumbed herself in a repetitive cycle of falling for Gaara each day she thought about it, him helping her only dragged her deeper into the pit.

And Kami, he was so beautiful.

“and I'd like to offer that if you don't trust her, that's fine. She can return to Suna with me and Kankurō. She can build herself from there”.

So she moves to Suna and begins working on herself as a person, much of the things she had thought about was the very questions Gaara had asked along the way.

“why help me?” she had asked, the gaze he gave her was hard but he responded with: “you aren't the only one who was in the wrong. It would be wrong of anyone to not let you change yourself. I was given a chance and was once feared and hated, so can you answer this for me, do you wamt to live? Do you want to start a new beginning? If so, keep walking with us”.

And so she walked.

Age 21

Life in Suna was much different than the Hidden Rain or Leaf. Not many people would contact her or look her way for the first few days. After all she was an outsider and reformed terrorist.

Hokkaido had grown close to Temari once more, as well as Kankurō. These two, when free, helped her with the adjustment.

Hokkaido had left Amegakure behind, the ache in her heart subsiding as she realized Ichika had grown into a decent young child and chose to not become a shinobi, considering shinobi had too many hardships and heartaches to deal with.

As for Gaara, the two often spent time gardening and cultivating cacti.

Something from the past had finally been planted. The flower seeds Zetsu had given her way back on her birthday spent with the Akatsuki.

The katana that Kisame had given her was placed on a display.

Her Traditional Japanese Sword Display

The katana which is the most recognized full sized samurai sword and is often the first piece in any collection. It sits at the bottom and has a beautiful violet ito handle wrap.

The second would be the wakizashi which is a mid-sized sword that resembles the katana and the ito handle wrap was midnight blue.

Then the third which is a tanto. The tanto is the shortest of the swords or in many examples can be as short as today's standard survival styled knife. The ito wrap is black.

This is an example of how the stand is:

Age 21

The mask Tobi had given her had brought up bitter memories and had long sense been tossed into a storage box.

Her fingerless gloves had been destroyed during the war, but since she used them for swordplay, Temari had gotten her a new pair as a gift.

The wooden figure Sasori had given her of Gaara was more or less embarassing since she lived with the sand siblings and had hidden it away in the storage box.

Her panda sat on her bed, displayed and untouched except for during the night.

Age 22

Upon the next year, Hokkaido watched as relationships blossomed between many people, marriages and children coming into the world, she began wondering if she would ever have something like this in her own life. She highly doubted it.

Having been back and forth from Konohagakure, she grew closer to Shikamaru once more from childhood as she often joined the male and Temari on days they'd spend time together.

Other times, Hokkaido would stick to Kankurō and help with making puppets, she rather enjoyed painting them.

And occasionally, when Gaara was free, the two would still garden together and had began talking more, sometimes the two would even go out to the village and walk around together.

Her feelings for Gaara seemed to only hrow stronger as she had grown older, and she imagined herself having a future with him. It always made her heart hammer and her face turn blood red.

This year, she had cut most of her hair off to her shoulders as it had grown too long. She soon admits her feelings to Gaara, unsurprisingly, he was silent.

She most definitely assumed she blew it, but nearly a week later, Gaara had shyly asked if she would allow him to court her.

This was most definitely the beginning of a new and beautiful relationship.

I'll pick up with pre boruto - boruto era soon. Though im not sure if these are even good. @temarihime @thefifthkazekage @how-troublesome @houndninja

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Happy Anniversary

Happy New Year everyone!

Here’s a little something I wrote as a “spin off” / “future chapter” for the Gaara x OC fic I’ve been posting here. It’s a little everyday life fluff for you guys to enjoy! :D

Fandom: Naruto Pairing: Gaara x OC Word count: 4454 Rating: G Warnings: tiny bit of angst Categories: love, fluff, married life, family life, healthy relationships

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She’s late. She’s never late.

Gaara sat alone at his dinner table, watching the minutes tick by. In front of him there was a whole banquet displayed, one he had prepared himself.

One he had prepared for his wife. To celebrate their wedding’s anniversary. He had gone as far as asking Kankuro to take Shinki out in the city, so both could have the house to themselves for a few hours.

And she was late.

Did something happen?

More than anger or frustration, Gaara felt worry claw at his chest.

Ever since she was a Genin, his wife had been somewhat of an ambassador for Konoha-Suna relations. After the fiasco of their Chuunin Exams - a time period Gaara was not proud of, when he almost killed his wife and friend on more than one occasion -  she was one of the few Ninjas from Konoha that dared to approach him, and as such had been chosen to follow in the first talks of peace between the two villages.

Fifteen years later, she still traveled between both nations at least once a month - this month however, it was the second time. Even in times of peace like these it was important to have someone of importance present in certain meetings and agreements that took place in Konoha, and more often than not Gaara asked his wife to represent him in such matters.

As a war-hero in the Fourth Shinobi War, a dual-citizen in Konoha and Suna, wife to the Kazekage, and one of the Hokage’s best friends, she was the perfect fit.

And he knew she enjoyed it too. It gave her a chance to keep in touch with her friends, and even watch their kids grow. More than that, his wife was a Shinobi; traveling and taking missions was part of who she was. Gaara knew she wouldn’t be as happy just sitting around and being the Kazekage’s wife, she needed this as much as he needed her.

But Gaara couldn’t deny that he worried sometimes. It took his wife three days to go from one Village to another; not only there were still outlaws out there but a large part of the route was through the desert. And while he knew his wife was more than capable of taking care of herself, he still worried.

The clock hit 10:00PM. She was supposed to have arrived at 6PM.

Should I send a search party?

“Father, hasn’t mom come back yet?”

Gaara at last turned his eyes away from the clock, finding Shinki and Kankuro walking into the dining room, staring at him with confusion and some degree of worry.

“Is everything alright, Gaara?” Kankuro asked.

Gaara walked to them, laying a hand affectionately over Shinki’s head. “Your mother is a bit late is all. Why don’t you go upstairs and get ready for bed? I’m sure she’ll get here soon.”

Shinki looked like he wanted to argue, but nodded his head and left. When he was out of sight, Gaara turned to Kankuro.

“Kankuro, please gather a reckon-team. I’m worr-”

Before Gaara could finish, the door was slammed open, making both men rush towards the entrance. Standing there, backpacks on the floor and bend over herself with hands on her knees was his wife. She was shining with sweat, and having a hard time trying to catch her breath.

Other than that, she seemed completely fine.

Gaara felt some of his worry turn into indignation.

---

Shin wanted to die. She couldn’t believe she had arrived home so late, on the day of her wedding anniversary nonetheless.

I’m so stupid. How could I be dumb enough to take a nap while waiting for the sun to go down a bit? Of course I’d oversleep! Don’t I know myself? I’m so stupid!

“I-I’m so sorry.” Shin wheezed, raising big brown eyes to Gaara. Her husband stood a few feet in front of her, staring at her with narrowed eyes. “I know I’m late, Gaara. I’m so sorry.”

“Shin! Are you alright?” Kankuro asked, walking towards her. He made to lay a hand on her back but thought better of it. Shin couldn’t blame him for it; she was dripping with sweat. “Did something happen on the way here?”

Shin glanced at Kankuro and felt her face burn in shame. “I-I… I overslept.”

There was a pregnant pause. Shin looked down at her feet in shame as Kankuro’s eyes went back and forth between her and Gaara; the grimace on his face speaking volumes at how uncomfortable the situation had just become.

Gaara didn’t say anything; sea-foam eyes that betrayed absolutely nothing fixed on his wife.

“I-I’ll go upstairs, leave you two alone for a bit.” Kankuro said, already halfway up the stairs.

Shin watched Kankuro go before moving her gaze back at Gaara. She put on a nervous smile on her face as she walked to her husband. “Gaara, I’m-”

“Dinner’s on the table. You can help yourself out.” Gaara spoke coldly, turning his back to her. Shin’s eyes were wide as she watched him walk to the front door and put on his shoes. “I’m heading back to the office.”

“Gaara, it’s past 10PM. Surely it can wait until tomorrow?”

“I took the whole afternoon off, so there’s a lot of paperwork left-over. I’d like to at least get something done today.”

Shin’s eyes were already brimming with tears. “Gaara, please. I’m sorry I’m late but we can still do something. Ah! I brought you a present! I’ve been after it for a few months now, and Ino-chan managed to…”

Shin’s voice trailed off as she looked down at her luggage. There was her backpack, a side bag and a large water bottle.

But there was no present.

What?! I had it with me! Did I put it in my backpack?

Immediately Shin grabbed her backpack and started to rummage through it, stopping for a moment to dry unshed tears on the back of her hands. “I-I had it with me this morning! I’m sure of it! I-”

Gaara sighed at the display, as if it was too painful to watch.

“I’m going Shin. We’ll talk later.”

Shin opened her mouth, but the door had already closed behind Gaara.

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After that, Shin hadn’t dared to touch the food Gaara had prepared for them, putting it all away in the fridge as quickly as possible, feeling her guilt eat at her inside out.

It must’ve taken him the whole afternoon to prepare all of this. He didn’t even leave any dishes in the sink.

Drying unshed tears on the back of her hands Shin dragged herself upstairs, ready for a cold shower and hours awake, waiting for Gaara to come back. Before going to her room, Shin dropped by Shinki’s, opening the door just a bit to peek at her son.

Of course, he was wide awake.

“Mom?”

Putting a smile on her face Shin walked in Shinki’s room, bending down to plant a kiss on his forehead.

“Why aren’t you asleep, darling?”

The boy sat up in bed, shrugging. “Uncle Kankuro took me out tonight and we just came back. Also I was hoping to see you get home. Why were you late today?”

“Sorry about that… Remember that Inn I told you about? The one built on an oasis a few hours from here?”

“I know. It’s a traditional stop on the way from Konoha.”

“Well, I stopped there for an early lunch and to wait for a couple of hours until the sun dropped down a bit. And… well…”

“You fell asleep and didn’t wake up.” Shinki concluded, staring at his mother with a raised eyebrow.

Shin blushed, smiling awkwardly at her son. The boy knew her far too well, just like his father.

“Yes… I’m really sorry for being so late.”

Shinki shook his head, reaching out to grab one of her hands in both of his. Shin’s forced smile softened to something true as she dropped to her knees by her son’s bed, careful not to let her sweaty body come into contact with his clean sheets.

“It’s okay. I’m just glad nothing happened. Father looked really worried when we got back.”

The woman nodded and kissed her son’s cheek, chuckling when he pulled away slightly. “I’m sorry mom, but you’re smelling.”

“That will do it. In going straight to my shower now. You go to sleep now, alright?”

“Alright. Goodnight.”

“Sweet dreams, darling.”

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Shin took her time in the shower, hoping with everything she had that by the time she left the bathroom Gaara would be waiting for her in their bedroom. 

But all that met her was an empty bed and the accusing clock.

00:17AM

Shin sighed, pulling a strand of her hair to twirl around her fingers. She always did that when she was particularly anxious about something. Her eyes were already filled to the brim with tears.

Is he still mad at me?

This was uncharted territory for Shin. Sure she and Gaara had had a few disagreements before, but they never lasted more than a few minutes; and they certainly have never gone to bed angry at each other before.

I’m not gonna let this happen.

Swallowing her tears, Shin dropped her towel and quickly put on her civilian clothes before rushing out of the house.

She had to take her report back to the engineer from Kaminarimon Company anyway. might as well drop by her husband’s office on her way back, right?

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Shin knocked softly on the door to Gaara’s office before peeking inside. Surely enough, Gaara sat at his desk, a small mountain of finished paperwork on each side.

Unfinished on the left, completed on the right.

Shin couldn’t help but smile. It was such a familiar scene; it was comforting in a way. She had lost count how many times she had come to his office late at night, bringing him dinner or just some freshly brewed tea for them to enjoy together before she found a way to drag him back home.

“Gaara?” Shin called softly, allowing herself to walk inside, until she stood in front of his desk. “Aren’t you coming home? It’s past midnight.”

Gaara didn’t raise his eyes from the sheet of paper in front of him. “I still have a lot of work to do.”

Shin put on what she hoped was a warm smile on her face. “You seem to have done a lot already. Surely it can wait until-”

“Until I’m done with overlooking my responsibilities?”

Gaara’s voice was calm and low, but his words were still enough to bite. Shin felt her whole body flinch as she lowered her gaze to the floor.

“Gaara…”

“What even caused you to be so late in the first place?”

“I… I stopped by that Inn - the one in the oasis about three hours from here; I told you about it before - for lunch and to wait until the sun went down a bit. You know how hot it gets at noon. I was just so tired I thought I’d take a quick nap. I overslept. I’m so sorry, Gaara. You know I’d never do something like that on purpose. I was just… really tired.”

Again Gaara didn’t as much as glance her way. He calmly set the paper he was signing on the right pile before taking a new sheet from the left.

Immediately Shin’s hand twirled her hair as she held back tears.

“I-I will leave you alone then.” She settled, walking around her husband desk. Despite the way he tensed at her proximity Shin dared to plant a kiss on the top of his head. “I love you, Gaara.”

She left without response.

---

Gaara sighed, letting his head fall against the back of his chair. The sun was rising in the horizon, and he could see the soft glow of early morning illuminating his office. When he looked at the wall clock it accused 5:16AM.

The pile of paperwork on his left was gone.

I actually finished all my paperwork. But what for? Most of it was not due until next week.

With a depleted sigh, Gaara buried his face in his hands. Exhaustion hit him like a freight train, and he wondered not for the first time that day, what in the world was he doing in his office at such an hour?

I should be home, lying in bed with my wife. Loving her.

Gaara was overreacting, he knew that.

 His wife was late, so what? How many times had they spent birthdays and Valentine’s Day having a late dinner in his office instead of out celebrating because he had work to do? 

The only reason Shin was so exhausted and away from Suna in the first place was because he had asked her to go back to Konoha less than a week after she had returned. News had come up on the Thunder Rail dealings and there were papers that needed to be looked over and signed so the Kaminarimon Company could at last start bulding the train station in Suna. And he had asked her to do it for him.

Again.

I can’t wait for that train to be up and running. Shin won’t have to spend so many days away from home then; away from Shinki and… me.

Gaara needed to go home, apologize to his wife, and hopefully spend the rest of the morning lazing around in bed with her, until it was time for his 1pm meeting.

I should bring her breakfast in bed. Shin has never resisted the smell of fresh coffee before.

Determined, Gaara raised from his chair.

And stood still with his heart in his throat as his office door was opened from outside.

“Shin?”

The Kazekage immediately deflated when the door was fully opened, revealing the chief engineer from Kaminarimon Company, who tumbled inside with multiple scrolls precariously balanced in his arms.

“Ah! Kazekage-sama! I’m so sorry, sir! I didn’t expect to see you here so early! I received Shin-sama’s report last night about the meeting in Konoha and went straight to work. I was just going to drop these blueprints here in your office… I was wondering if we could go over them whenever you have the time?”

Gaara hesitated for a moment. His afternoon was packed with meetings, as were the next few days; while he was willing to put in late hours to go over this matter he couldn’t demand that others would stay until 10PM. 

On the other hand, he was free this morning, and the sooner he went over the blueprints and gave his “go ahead”, the sooner the construction could begin.

And the sooner Shin’s trips to Konoha would only take one day instead of three days each way. And she’ll be able to rest in the train.

Bottling up his exhaustion, Gaara sat back down and motioned to the chair in front of him.

“Would you be willing to talk about it now? Of course, I understand if you’re unable. But I have some free time at the moment so-”

“Oh, thank you Kazekage-sama! I promise I’ll be done with this as quick as possible!”

Gaara smiled politely.

Just a couple more hours, Shin.

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It was almost 8AM when Gaara got back home. The house was silent and the breakfast dishes were still on the sink.

Kankuro must’ve left late to take Shinki to the Academy. 

Gaara smiled as he washed the couple of plates and cups that had been left there; noticing they had had waffles for breakfast. 

Kankuro could be a bit messy, but he always helped with Shinki in every way he could. And Gaara couldn’t be more thankful for it; he and Shin were often so busy, it was nice that they could count on his brother in times like these.

Once he was done, Gaara went straight to the bedroom he shared with his wife. He was too tired to get close to a stove at the moment. He’d serve her breakfast in bed next morning; right now he just wanted to curl up against his wife and sleep.

But when he opened the door, the bed was empty. Shin's side of the bed was crumpled, as if she had laid down over the covers instead of under them.

She must have had another of her insomnia episodes.

Gaara walked to her side bed and sat down on the mattress, reaching out to lay a palm over her pillow. When his skin touched the fabric he froze. It was slightly moist, as if…

She cried. I made her cry.

Confused and now slightly desperate, Gaara called out her name and checked their bathroom -  also empty -, before going back down. He was sure he had only washed the dishes from two people, and there was no coffee pot in there. Shin never left before having at least one cup of coffee.

Gaara walked through every room in the house, but only when he stepped back into the kitchen he noticed something: a little post-it note glued to the fridge.

Good morning everyone!

I had to leave early to pick up something, but I should be back before lunch. 

I’m really sorry I won’t be there when you wake up today, Shinki. But I left some waffle batter ready in the fridge for you and your uncle! :)

BTW, Kankuro, would you mind cooking Shinki the waffles and taking him to school? Gaara is still at the office doing some paperwork, and I’m not sure he’ll be back in time. =.=

Kisses!

~Shin

Gaara narrowed his eyes. She had just arrived from Konoha, what could she possibly need to-

“Gaara, please. I’m sorry I’m late but we can still do something. Ah! I brought you a present! I’ve been after it for a few months now, and Ino-chan managed to…”

Shin’s voice trailed off as she looked down at her luggage. There was her backpack, a side bag and a large water bottle.

But there was no present.

Immediately Shin grabbed her backpack and started to rummage through it, stopping for a moment to dry unshed tears on the back of her hands. “I-I had it with me this morning! I’m sure of it! I-”

Gaara’s seafoam eyes widened in realization as the piece of paper slid out of his hand. He knew where his wife was, and the knowledge made his heart twist in worry.

She was going back to the Oasis Inn, a place that was about three hours away from Suna. Knowing Shin she would’ve left just before dusk, around 4:30AM, to void the overbearing desert sun. In optimal conditions she’d be back by 11AM, a time when the sun would already be high in the sky and walking through the desert would be nothing short of torture.

But she wouldn’t be in optimal conditions. She would be tired and hungry. She’d be lucky if she was back before 1PM.

Of course, she’d be the person to run back into the desert without sleeping or eating just to recover a present.

Gaara wasn’t unfamiliar to the feeling of guilt. He had dealt with it for a long time in his adolescence and childhood. But it didn’t make it any less unpleasant.

Without taking a moment for himself, Gaara marched out his home again. He knew Shin hated when he used his status as Kazekage to give her any sort of special treatment, but he didn’t care. 

He was sending a team to find her and bring her back to him.

---

Shin was breathing hard, hands on her knees to support her weight as she desperately tried to catch her breath. She was sweating bullets through every pore of her body and when she reached for her water bottle she found it almost empty.

Deciding to save it for later, Shin put her bottle away and straightened up pulling on the straps of her backpack. She felt the comforting weight of the present inside it against her back and it was enough to get her to start moving again.

Just a couple more hours. 

One foot in front of the other, that’s all there was to it. Even if she wasn’t in prime condition Shin believed she could make it to Suna by noon.

Maybe I could pick up Shinki from school, find Kankuro and we all could surprise Gaara at his office for lunch. No, no… what if he’s still angry with me? That would just make it worse. It would be best if I waited at home for him to return. I could order food from a nice restaurant for dinner and we could all eat together. Gaara, Shinki, Kankuro and I… It’s been a while since we enjoyed a meal together.

Shin felt a smile tug on her lips; easily putting the pieces together in her mind until they made for a perfect picture. And she would focus on that picture with everything she had, instead of on the shadows slowly taking over her vision.

One foot in front of the other. That’s all I need to do.

---

Kankuro didn’t know who he should blame more for his situation: his brother or his sister-in-law. 

Amazing how love can make even the smartest people act so stupidly.

His brother would never take something so small as being late personally if it wasn’t such an especial occasion. Not nearly as much because it was their wedding anniversary - Kankuro had watched the couple content themselves with much less in such dates before - but mostly because they hadn’t been able to spend too much together. With the negotiations of the Thunder Rail going on, both Gaara and Shin were spending more time working and less time with family than either of them wanted to. 

“Kankuro-san! I see something! I think it’s her!”

Kankuro focused his attention back on the present, and sure enough there was the shadow of someone standing a few ways ahead of them. They weren’t moving as fast as Shin could though.

Actually, they’re not moving at all. 

The figure doubled over and fell to their knees. Kankuro and the Shinobi exchanged a worried glance before speeding up. As they approached, they noticed something else.

Is that... iron sand?

---

“Kazekage-sama!”

Gaara wasn’t too proud to admit he leaped to his feet when the Jonin barged into his office. No matter that he and Baki had been in the middle of something; it could wait for a few minutes.

“Did you find her?”

“She’s in the hospital, sir.”

Gaara had never moved so fast in his life.

---

Kankuro had been waiting for him at the entrance when the Kazekage marched inside, footsteps as hurried as it was acceptable inside a hospital.

“How is she?”

“She’s okay, Gaara. She was dehydrated when we found her, but nothing life-threatening.” Kankuro spoke, putting himself in front of his brother. “Calm down, take a moment and hear me out.”

Gaara was visibly agitated. “Kankuro, would you please let me see my wife?”

“I will. But you won’t be seeing only her.”

“What do you mean?”

Kankuro hesitated, massaging the back of his neck nervously.

“You see… It seems Shinki also connected the dots in Shin’s notes and figured out she had gone back to the desert. He skipped school and went to find her.”

“What.”

“He’s fine. They are resting in the same room.”

---

Gaara opened the door of his wife’s room slowly, not knowing what he would find in there. He wouldn’t be surprised if his wife, patient and kind as she was, didn’t want to see him at the moment.

It’s my fault she went back out there unready. Worst of all, Shinki ended up involved. I wonder if she’ll even let me sleep in the same bed as her tonight. She has never thrown me out before, but then again, I never put Shinki in danger before.

Drowning in his thoughts and worries, Gaara walked inside the private room and for a moment the breath was taken right out of his lungs.

The room was simple, with two beds pushed together, a bedside table with a pitcher of water over it and a small lounge area by the window, with a table and two chairs around it. The soft orange rays of sunlight that sneaked through the blinds of the window illuminated the scene, giving the room a warm and calm atmosphere.

And in the centre of it all, his wife was sleeping in the bed, with their son snoring softly in her arms.

Gaara watched them, completely stunned. Not for the first time he wondered how in the world did he get so unbelievably lucky. There was a time in his life he wouldn’t dream of having anything even close to love and now he had a strong, kind, beautiful wife, and a smart, honest, hard-working son.

I love them. I love them so much.

Silently Gaara walked to their bedside, until he could reach out and gently comb his wife’s bangs out of her face.

Shin’s eyelids fluttered and slowly opened. It took her a moment to focus on him, but when she did, her reaction was nothing like Gaara had imagined.

His wife looked at him and smiled.

“Did you get your present?”

Gaara blinked. “Huh?”

Shin’s brown eyes danced to the table by the window, and Gaara followed with his gaze. Standing there, alone and unassuming, was a small pot plant. It was a small cactus, barely as big as a fist, with a peach-fuzzy exterior and a yellow flower crown on top of it.

Gaara’s seafoam eyes widened at seeing it.

“It’s a Parojia cactus.” Shin whispered, carefully laying a hand on Shinki’s ear as not to awake him. “Ino-chan found one in the wild a couple of months ago and managed to grow a couple in her store. She told me there’s an estimate of less than a hundred growing in the wild, and even less being cultivated in private.”

“Shin…”

“They are hard to maintain. She even gave me a list of orientations. It’s a bit tricky, but I’m sure it’ll thrive as long as you’re taking care of it.”

Gaara could only stare at his wife, stunned. However, his wife took his silence the wrong way, and her smile faltered.

“Gaara? Did you… not like it?”

The man blinked once, before a warm smile pulled on his lips and relieved Shin of her worries. He bent down at the waist and touched his forehead to hers.

“I love my present. I love you.”

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[scandeniall]

mirrors for friends //ch.5

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wc: 1741

pairing: TBD x reader

notes *this is the version of the song they cover 

chapter 5: We drive, We Film

The music is blaring when Atsumu pulls up. He's bobbing his head along to the guitar, hardly sparing you a glance as you slide into the passenger seat. Despite that, you offer a quick greeting as the car speeds off before you even finish putting your seatbelt on. You nod along to the familiar song as the two of you shoot through the street, 

“And I don't care if you're sick, I don't care if you're contagious,” you begin Atsumu chiming in matching your pitch.  

“I would kiss you even if you were dead” “Would somebody make me go blind for the rest of my life, cause I’d do anything to hold your hand.” 

You find your hand hanging out the window as you two sing along to the rest of the song. Once it ends, Atsumu lowers the volume, enough to have a conversation. “I see ya changed from a sweaty slob and are now looking better.” You roll your eyes at the bassist, and had he not been driving you probably would’ve resorted to slapping the back of his head. “Why do I willingly hang out with you. And, where are we going anyways?” You question, remembering your promise to Iwaizumi

 You ignore his comment about you clearly not having any other friends as you send a message to Iwaizumi confirming your location. You let out a little laugh at Iwaizumi’s complaint about the blonde always running his plans, before locking your phone. “Who ya texting?” Atsumu takes his first real look at you for the night as he slows at the red light. “Iwa, just telling him if I die tonight it's all your fault.Your driving fucking sucks” You follow up the sentence flicking off your friend who looks unbothered. 

“Speaking of our dear Iwa, you know something that me and Kuroo don't.” Your eyes widen just the tiniest bit as he grants you a knowing smirk. “But I’ll let that go for now. How's the tattoo healing?” Just like that Atsumu’s voice shifts into a more serious tone and you groan loudly. You instantly catch on to the real meaning of the question. How are you doing?  “Not you too”. 

“C’mon, I’m just checking on ya (Y/N). Making sure you’re ok. Took me a minute but then I remembered you showed me the picture a few months ago.” His gaze focuses back on the road giving you at least the relief from his stare down. “First Iwa, now you. And I know Kuroo is gonna pick my brain the second he gets the chance,” your words come out in a huff of annoyance. “What can we say, we care about ya. The band would flop without our front man.” His tease is enough to lighten the tension that began to grow as you rolled your eyes again. “Our combined hotness would drop by like 90% without me.” 

“More like 5%” He could only laugh as you promptly told him to go to hell, as you turned the music back up some. The rest of the drive was void of any conversation. The only noises coming from the radio and any time either of you would sing along to what was playing out. Atsumu would only shoot you annoyed looks, whenever you’d skip one of the songs he had to which you'd just shrug without a care.  

“Hey Samu.” You and Atsumu spoke at the same time as you slid into the booth. “What are you two sharing a single brain cell now?” Your look of disgust is enough to cause the gray haired twin to laugh. “The only thing I’d ever share with Atsumu is my foot up his ass.” 

“That’s a real cute way of saying you’re the dumb one of us.” The blonde catches the wrist of your arm that aims a punch at his shoulder easily. “Take you and your shitty dye job over there next to your brother,” you mutter pushing your bandmate out of the booth next to you. He obliges, moving so that him and Osamu are both sitting across from you. 

“Now Tsumu’s stupidity is gonna seep into my head.”

 ---- 

“Hello boys, and piss head,” you greet cheerily as you enter the unlocked door of Iwaizumi’s place. You shift the drink carrier in your hand as you remove your bag, lightly placing it on the floor. The owner only raises his eyebrows at you while your guitarist just laughs.”What’d he do now,” You make your rounds handing off the coffee drinks you’d bought for your bandmates. You stop by Iwaizumi first who accepts it with a grateful smile. Next is Kuroo, who raises the cup in thanks. “Every time I hang out with him, I wonder why I do. He sucks,” you speak before handing Atsumu his drink. “Osamu really is the better twin, not by much though.” 

“You claim to hate me, yet you bring me food. Thanks mom,” the bassist mocks. You mutter something about it being the only thing that gets him to shut up before shifting your attention towards Kuroo. “Hey, can you go get our instruments, couldn’t hold them cause of the drinks.” He only nods, you asking him to please lock your door after. 

“We’re filming that song today right?” You nod at Atsumu’s question. While he goes back to typing away on his phone you settle onto the couch next to Iwaizumi. He looks at you and you raise your eyebrows in excitement. He shoots you a small smile and a thumbs up, and you struggle to contain your excitement. You shoot him a knowing look that the two of you have to talk later as Kuroo enters carrying both your guitar cases. “Bring my drink down would you,” is the only thing he says before making his way towards the basement. The three of you wordlessly follow.  

“Why are we doing this song again,”

“Come on old man, it’ll be fun, plus our dear (Y/N) gets to show off that growl today. Doesn't happen very much,” Kuroo smirks at Iwaizumi, shooting you a quick look from where you are tuning your guitar. “Plus, the viewers wanted us to do Gaga.” 

“Oh, you're just happy ya get to be heard more with this song,” Atsumu chimes in before fiddling with his bass. “Maybe,” is Kuroos response as he sits on a stool to tune his own instrument. “Besides, Judas is a pretty badass song. And our arrangement is pretty sick.” Iwaizumi can’t help but agree with you, opting to get the video equipment set up. After he finished you all ran through the song a few times before you were ready to go.  

“Hey guys, we’re Mirrors For Friends,” the four of you said in unison. Before introducing yourselves as individuals. “So, you guys asked, and we answered. You all wanted us to do Lady Gaga so bad,” Kuroo started before pausing for his self-proclaimed dramatic effect. “So, Judas here we are.”

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 “Judas- Gaga” You practically screamed out the last words of the songs, before bursting out into laughter. The entirety of the song both Kuroo and Atsumu were making ridiculous facial expressions at one another, and with you being in the middle of the two, you saw it all. That, paired with post singing adrenaline and the fact that you all were even singing it in the first place seemed absolutely comical You had been so caught in laughter that you didn’t even notice Iwaizumi come up from behind his drums to nudge at camera perched on the tripod in front of you. 

“Fuck- do you guys see what I have to go through with these guys. Iwa is the only normal one,” you joked out after your laughter died down. You ignored the said members exclamations about not being that bad. “Alright that's it for us today, we hope you enjoyed, and we’ll see you when we see you.” You stuck up a peace sign heading towards the camera and picking it up. “Say bye you idiots.  

You first pointed the camera at Kuroo who was the closest to you. “I feel like (Y/N) is catching my double chin at this angle. Stream our songs and we love you.” With that Kuroo just walked off the frame, and you turned towards Atsumu. “Say bye to the video fake blondie.” 

“I just want to say that I’m the hottest member of the band and-hey” Atsumu exclaimed as you just cut his segment short, before walking to Iwaizumi.  

“You know the drill Iwa. Your turn” This time you moved the camera up and down as if you were giving the audience a chance to check him out. “Now this is the real hottest member of this band,” you teased before aimling back towards his face. You stifled your laugh at Atsumu and Kuroo in the background yelling for him to take his shirt off. “I hate this band. See you all in the next video.” With your drummers closing you stopped the recording before letting out a sigh of relief.  

“Well that was exhausting,” you automatically made your way to the couch where you had your laptop resting. “I can probably get this edited and uploaded by tomorrow guys.” You felt the couch dip next to you and the voice of the band’s guitarist. “I can do it. I know it's been an interesting week for you,” he gestures towards your ribcage, where your new tattoo rests under your tshirt. The tone of his voice lets you know there’s no point in countering. When Iwaizumi gets into his band labeled ‘dad’ mode, you won't win. “You're acting as if I have a choice,” you huff handing him the camera’s memory card.  

“Shit- guys, I gotta go. I forgot the team got a last-minute practice match with another school,” Atsumu’s panicked voice cut through the room. “Were done here right?” He looked between the three of you sighing in relief as he quickly started putting up his instrument. “Hey, don’t forget next week we’re at Bauhaus.” He only nodded mindlessly, before making his way to the stairs, before stopping halfway. “That's the 3rd, right?” 

Kuroo’s thumbs out caused him to practically run up the stairs and out the door. Once the bassist leaves, he plopped himself next to you on the other side of the couch. “So lovely band members of mine, what secret are you two keeping from me and Tsumu.”

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a/n: yall know that one tiktok audio from what bgc? wheres like awkwardly quiet then its like “hey guys”--- thats how I feel after coming back to this fic after a month. But yeah life and then more LIFE. So with that, sorry this chapter is kinda awkward writing bc i literally havent written for this in that month at all. Anyways, now that we’ve gotten our band dynamics established we are kicking off the real plot starting next chapter. I still don’t know which boy to do so pls help a loser out. I think I’m gonna take out the possibility of Iwa though ????

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu imagines #atsumu x reader #mirrors for friends #kuroo x reader

[thatpinkshinobi]

The longest year

Hey! I was bored today and I started to write a couple of things and ended with a little one-shot for my OTP. 

Honestly, they are just some drabbles pulled together.

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Summary:  Kakashi works on his feelings, fighting against fate. Kakasaku fic. 2.7k words

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Rain poured in front of them, Kakashi took it as a bad omen, nothing would be okay after that day. Sun wouldn't shine again. At least for him.

Sakura leaned against the rail, her hair falling down to one side, hiding her face from him.

"It's not going to work, right?"

Kakashi sighed. Her words ached more than he thought.

"No." He managed to say, not sure of his own voice.

The rain kept falling down.

"Thank you." Sakura turned her face slightly. 

Kakashi smiled sadly, he had thaught her good. Her face was emotionless, her eyes didn't sparkle as they used to. Her pink nose betrayed her unspilled tears. He hated himself for causing her pain, but it was the best for her.

"I'm sorry," Kakashi whispered.

"Please Kakashi, just don't..." Sakura bit her lip. She mouthed a couple of times, not able to say what she was feeling. "See you around."

Sakura patted his shoulder. That would be the last time she would go through that door, the last time she would be at their home.

· · · · ·

Kakashi wondered how fate worked. Once he had thought his life would be miserable, that it would end before his thirties, that he wouldn't enjoy seeing his friends getting older or he wouldn't be there to witness a life where peace existed. 

Where his only worry was if he was running late for dinner.

Life was hard. Simple as it sounded, Kakashi knew it better than anyone. For the last thirty-something years he hadn't asked too much in return. He thanked for every new day, knowing that it could be the last he lived.

But life had taken an unexpected turn. A pink spark of joy.

· · · · · 

Kakashi sat on his usual spot, he wasn't aware he had a favorite place until he found himself sharing his space with someone else. Her chair rested on the other side of the coffee table, a book remained open on the seat. 

Kakashi looked around his apartment.

He hadn't noticed how much she had crawled into his life, little things like the two cups on the board, the fridge full of healthy food, the set of beauty products on his bathroom. It started with a hairbrush, and it had ended with her mail delivered to his place.

Kakashi knew that one day she would be back to retrieve her things, and it would be like nothing had happened. One year faded into oblivion. Not even their friends would know about it.

· · · · ·

That had been his mistake. Kakashi thought. One of many he had done.

For the last year, he had been dating Sakura, they had decided to keep it secret until he felt comfortable with the situation. Fear was guilty of never feeling enough around her. No one knew about their secret.

Every night, while she rested between his arms, she promised him they would make it, that they would find a way to make it work. Kakashi knew she was doing all the job, leaving him with the simple task of accepting what she had to give. But again, he failed her. 

· · · · ·

Being the Hokage gave you enough time to think about you had accomplished until that day. Kakashi frowned, knowing that he hadn't achieved anything other than missions and his current role. Nothing worth to mention. He had failed to his team, he had failed to his students, and now he had failed what could have been his life partner.

Whenever he thought about the good things he had done recently, all were thanks to Sakura. She had self-proclaimed his lifeguard, guiding him around, helping him from drowning in his own misery.

Kakashi appreciated all the time Sakura had spent on him, but he was not worthy. She was young and free. He wouldn't be the one to deny her the joys of life. Sakura deserved someone who protected her, someone capable of loving her unconditionally.

She didn't need an old rag, full of fears, afraid of commitment.

· · · · ·

It had been a month since he had broken Sakura's heart, Kakashi thought he would drift back to his old life. He was wrong.

Every night he woke up drenched in sweat, always the same nightmare.  Kakashi awaited her reassuring touch for a fraction of second. Those seconds were worst than his dream, the deepness of his loneliness reminded him that she was gone. He as the only responsible for her going.

Kakashi looked around, those four walls, the only witnesses of his tears. Had he done the right thing? Wasn't him man enough to accept his errors and run back to her arms? How long would it be before he was driven into madness? 

He knew that sooner than later, someone would knock at his door at three am, wondering what those awful noises were. How would he explain that those howls for help were his?

A shy knock on his window reminded him that he wasn't alone. Tenzō and his room would be the only witnesses of his mental break downs.

Kakashi lay down, taking her pillow, shrugging against her. The faint scent of her shampoo fading day after day.

Kakashi wished he could blame someone else for his choices, someone who he could point and accuse of all his disgraces. Someone who could take responsibility for his own actions.

Someone who could grab him by the neck and force him to see the biggest mistake of his life. Someone who could lead her back to her.

Someone who told him it wasn't too late.

· · · · ·

Kakashi sat on his office, his desk to his back and Konoha in front of his eyes. He wasn't sure how he had ended it there. His mind was working automatically for him. 

People should feel proud of him, he had attended every appointment he had and worked on the papers above his desk. By the end of the day, he even had managed to visit the academy before returning to his office. 

It felt like a dream, Kakashi could see himself working, but it wasn't him. It was the body of a lifeless person, just as the bodies of Edo Tensei. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt like himself, he felt obligated to continue his life, despite his efforts to end everything.

He didn't want to feel anything, and finally, he had succeeded.

· · · · ·

Kakashi felt they would be okay when he saw her hanging around with her friends. She wasn't laughing or smiling, but at least she was sharing time with people. He, on the other hand, was mourning his loss at the top of his office. Tsunade shook her head behind him.

"You are neglecting yourself," Tsunade left a bento box next to him. "She knows it too."

Knowing she still asked for him stirred his stomach. It wasn't a nice feeling.

Kakashi locked his eyes on hers. His skinny hand pushed the food away. He wondered when was the last time he had a proper meal.

"Starving yourself to death wouldn't be the brightest thing to do Kakashi," Tsunade closed her hand around his arm. "I don't know how your decision was the best choice." 

"She needs to be with someone who provides her happiness," Kakashi sighed. "What if she wants a family, how can I offer her something I didn't have?"

Tsunade bit her lip.

"She's not doing good," She waited, thinking if her next words would be helpful or not. They weren't. "She misses you."

Kakashi wanted to say that he missed her too, that everything would be okay, that he wanted her to stay. That he needed her more than air, that the simple thought of having her back to his life would be the greatest accomplishment of his life. That he would die for her, as long as she came back to his life.

Kakashi sighed. Hating his mixed feelings.

"I'm not sure how to feel about it." 

He wouldn't be lying again, he needed her back.

· · · · ·

Tsunade hid her smile from Kakashi. It had taken the dumbass six months to realize he loved her. Six months were she had seen him lost all of his will and his health. The way his cloak hanged around his bony shoulders made her shudder. He had it worse than her student.

Neither Kakashi or Sakura knew that Tsunade was aware of their relationship. She had seen it coming and expected it to end on a wedding and babies. But not even her had counted with the closed mind of the silver-haired man, the obnoxious little brat had been so selfish to let Sakura into his heart.

And now she had two broken hearts leading the safety of the village.

She needed a plan, she needed to do it now.

"Come on Kakashi walk with me..." Tsunade took the bento box and tugged his hand to the door. "Did I ever told you I was in love with Jiraiya?"

Tsunade smiled sadly. She wouldn't let them commit the same mistake.

· · · · · 

When Kakashi though things were getting better, rumors started to reach his ears. His world sank deep into the pit.

The Godaime's apprentice was getting married.

Everything started after Sakura left for an extended mission to Suna. She had spent six months around their children hospital and secret missions with the Kazekage. 

Shikamaru had been the first person to end the rumors.

"She's marrying Kankuro."

Kakashi didn't need the background story. Any man would die to marry her. Even him.

For the last six months, he had worked on his mental health, Tsunade had provided enough guidance, helping him to feel confident about him and Sakura. Even hopeful. He knew he was on the right path to fulfill her needs, he wouldn't hide in the shadows like the last time. He loved her.

"...she's not coming back." 

All his hard work would be for nothing. He had missed the opportunity that fate had given him.

"Out," Kakashi growled.

· · · · ·

Shikamaru was a smart person. He didn't need to be told twice, he left the room, closing the door behind him.

It didn't matter that Kakashi wasn't on his best form, he still could be lethal. Not for nothing, he was the Hokage.

Tsunade leaned against the wall, shaking her head. The sound of obscenities being yelled filled the air. A series of noises repeated for minutes, every time something bigger crashing against the wall.

Silence came after an hour. Shikamaru and Tsunade waited outside the room.

Kakashi emerged from the room, bloody fists hanged at each side of his body. His eyes burned with a thousand fires. Tsunade smiled, finally, some emotion played around those charcoal orbs. 

"CLEAN THIS SHIT!" Kakashi roared as he walked down the hall.

"Does he..." Shikamaru pointed at his back.

"He will be alright."

· · · · ·

Kakashi couldn't believe what he had done. Was this part of his plan of becoming a better man? 

Positively, it didn't.

He ran his bloody hands around his face, his knuckles ached every time he opened his hands. 

Where it was that blonde with her medic skills when he needed her?

Anger blinded his sight. Everything was red, he wanted to smash and destroy things. 

He indeed was stupid. 

It took him a year to realize he loved her. 

And now she was gone.

But when he believed he couldn't be more stupid, he sent that hawk to Suna. Asking, no, demanding her back to Konoha. He didn't care if she didn't love him anymore, he deserved it. But he wouldn't deny his opportunity to prove her wrong, that it was going to work. 

They had a future together.

· · · · ·

By the time Tsunade found him on his apartment, his fists were two purplish masses. His breathing was irregular, but his eyes still sparkled with that mischievous look.

"The Kazekage is not happy with your request." Tsunade laughed. "What on earth made you write that letter?"

"I need her back, I don't care if I start the fifth Ninja war."

"Uhm..."

Tsunade smiled. Her hands closed around his when she extended his fingers, a hiss left his lips. She ignored him as her chakra healed all the little fissures around his knuckles.

"What else did the letter said?" Kakashi asked her, his voice cautious.

"Why don't you discover it by yourself?"

Tsunade left his side, letting him see behind her back.

Kakashi gasped.

· · · · ·

Two green eyes observed him carefully.

Tsunade stroke his cheek tenderly before leaving them alone.

Kakashi had a regression, it was like that first time she had spent the night in his place. Her eyes were curious but wary. 

"Is it the truth?" her voice was hoarse. 

She lifted the scroll he had sent to Suna. 

Kakashi nodded. 

Tears fell from her face, a thousand emotions overwhelmed her.

"Every single word."

Kakashi tapped his feet nervously, waiting for her reaction. His fingers ached, no longer by the bruises, but by the need of feeling her skin against his. 

Kakashi saw a pink glow before a tender body smashed against his. Her hands traveled to his mask, taking it away, revealing what she had missed. He took her in his arms, leveling his face with hers. Tears flooded like rivers down her cheeks, her giggles mixed with cries.

"Oh, Kakashi!" She cried against his lips. 

Kakashi wanted to say a lot of things, but his body craved what he had missed for the last twelve months. Every kiss tasted salty, he couldn't tell if it was because of her tears or his. 

Kakashi held her tight to his chest, feeling the rhythm of her heart against his, beating as one.

"I'm sorry..." He cried, trailing kisses down her jaw. "I never understood before..."

"Don't..." Sakura took his head between her hands. "I love you."

Kakashi smiled.

"I love you too."

· · · · ·

Kakashi was sure fate was different for everyone. But it didn't mean you couldn't change it. Nothing was written over a stone.

And he was happy about it. He wanted to rewrite his future.

If someone had told him years ago, he would be marrying his former student, he would be laughing about it.

But fate proved him wrong, once again. 

Kakashi had been nervous when he saw her walk down the aisle dressed in white. His hands sweated uncontrollably. Genma smiled at him, giving him his handkerchief to dry his hands. He winked at him, assuring him everything would be alright.

And it was. 

Until he felt the first kick against Sakura's bump, the little knock against his hand sent shivers down his spine. 

Would he be able to do it? 

That question kept woking him in the middle of the night, until the day the little creature burst outside Sakura. 

When Kakashi arrived at the hospital, he found most of his friends in the waiting room, they congratulated him for having such a beautiful baby.  

Kakashi growled. Everyone had seen his baby except him. Kakashi damned the council for keeping him away from that moment. His stupid meetings and last-minute missions could have waited. 

Now he was in front of the door, just inches away from Sakura and the offspring of their love.

Kakashi knocked twice before her voice answered him.

"Come in!"

Kakashi walked inside the room, moving in his tiptoes around the bed, the little bump in her arms moved slightly. A glance of silver caught his attention. 

"Do you want to hold her?" Sakura offered him the bump. He shook his head. 

"Her?" 

A drop of cold sweat ran down his neck. A girl? They were expecting a boy. What was he supposed to do with a girl?

Sakura giggled.

"Kakashi, I want to introduce you to Hatake Hayami."

Sakura uncovered the baby on her arms.

When the bump heard her name, she opened her eyes. Two pair of green eyes sparkled, leaving Kakashi breathless. 

His world no longer gravitated around him, nor Sakura.

Everything that mattered disappeared, his world had a new reason to live.

Kakashi knew everything would be okay when their baby greeted him, she had been waiting for him.

And for once, fate had smiled at him.

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[sofya-fanfics]

Traveling

For Borusara Week 2019 Day 2 with the prompt : Traveling.

I’m sorry for the mistakes, English is not my mother tongue. I hope you like it.

@borusarafics

Disclaimer : Naruto and Boruto : Naruto Next Generations belong to Masashi Kishimoto, Ukyo Kodachi and Mikio Ikemoto.

Boruto looked at the landscape flashed past. The train had just left Konoha and accelerated towards Suna. The five Kage summit took place in a few days and he was accompanying Sarada, who was the new Hokage. He had kept his promise, he was with her and he would do anything to protect her. But he would have wanted that Sarada become Hokage in other circumstances. The war had ended a few months earlier and peace was still fragile. During this war, they had lost people they loved. Naruto had died in battle, protecting the village and trying to save the world. Boruto clenched his fist. He had not can save his father. He had not been strong enough and he had not been fast enough. He blamed himself because he could not do anything. He still had his mother, who was the shadow of her former self, and Himawari, who was inconsolable. He had to be strong for them.

He glanced at Sarada, who was focused on her paperwork. She had lost her parents during this war. Sasuke and Sakura had died in battle with Naruto. The legendary team 7 had fought until the last moment.

‘I'm alone in the world,’ Sarada had told him with sobs in her voice at her parents' funeral.

They had remained in each other's arms, trying to get some comfort. But Sarada was wrong. She was not alone. Even if she did not realize it, he was there and he would stay with her forever.

A few days after the end of the war, Sarada was named Hokage. This was not surprising, she had been Naruto's student and had been preparing for years. Since that day, she buried herself in her work, as if it was the only way for her not to sink. Konoha was in reconstruction. It was not easy, but thanks to Sarada’s work, the village gradually got its former glory back.

The regular movements of the train and the silence that prevailed in the car were almost relaxing. Boruto felt the tiredness overcome him. He tried to resist, but his eyes closed slowly until he fell asleep.

******

It was always the same nightmare. He was on the battlefield, the same day he saw his father die from the enemy hands. He went over this memories again and again and he could not do anything to save his father. In the distance he heard Sarada’s cries of despair, when she discovered her parents’ corpses.

‘Boruto.’

He turned around. Sarada was next to him and gently shook his arm.

‘Boruto, we have arrived.’

Boruto suddenly opened his eyes. He looked around and realized that he was not on the battlefield, but in the train. He got his breath back. Sarada was sitting next to him and was gently touching his arm. This simple gesture appeased Boruto.

‘You're okay ?’ Sarada asked.

Boruto smiled and nodded. It was useless to worry her because of his nightmares. They got off the train and were greeted by Kankuro who escorted them to the Kazekage office.

******

It was the end of the day. They still had another two days before returning to Konoha, Boruto thought as he lay on his bed. It was not his first time in Suna but he always struggled with the dry heat days and the cold and damp nights. Boruto was exhausted, but he did not want to fall asleep. He could not stand the same nightmare night after night. He did not want to see his father die anymore and he did not want to hear Sarada screamed anymore. He fell into a doze, but he tried to resist to not fall asleep. After a moment, he heard someone knock softly on his door. He wondered who it could be at this time of the night. He got up and opened the door. It saw Sarada, she looked undecided and was about to leave.

‘Sarada, are you okay ?’

‘I could not sleep and ...’

She looked away, ashamed.

‘I'm sorry, I should not have bothered you. I will go back to my room.’

‘No wait.’

He took her hand to prevent her from leaving.

‘You don’t bother me. You can come in if you want.’

Sarada nodded and Boruto let her in. He invited her to sit on his bed and he sat next to her. An awkward silence set in. Sarada burst out laughing, breaking the silence.

‘I feel stupid.’

Boruto laughed too. He felt exactly the same thing.

‘I understand. I also have sleep problems lately.’

Suddenly, the embarrassment they felt, vanished. It was as if they went back in time, before the war and its horrors, when they were still happy. They talked and laughed for hours. They did not realize they had fallen asleep.

******

Boruto slowly opened his eyes. He had not had any nightmares. It was the first time in months that he had slept so well. He turned to look at Sarada asleep in his arms. She seemed so peaceful. Boruto smiled. He felt good and did not want it to stop. He hugged her and went back to sleep. He awoke a few hours later and saw that Sarada was gone. He felt like a void inside of him.

******

The next two nights were the same. Sarada knocked at Boruto's door, who let her in, and they spent the night laughing and talking until they fell asleep. Little by little, Sarada and Boruto were smiling again. But when Sarada left, Boruto felt that void again. Their stay in Suna ended and they took the train back to Konoha. The atmosphere was different, relaxed and appeased.

A few days later, Boruto left the Hokage office to come home. It was very late at night, but he did not want to leave Sarada. She had to force him to go home so he could rest. Since they had returned to Konoha and Sarada was no longer sleeping next to him, the nightmares came back. Apparently, only Sarada could appease him.

‘Boruto ! What are you doing here at this time ?’

Boruto turned around and saw Shikadai.

‘I could ask you the same thing.’

‘I have just returned from a mission.’

Seeing Boruto's emotion, Shikadai told him to follow him. They both went to the statue of Naruto. Since the statues had been rebuilt, Boruto loved to go there. He had a feeling that his father was with him. Boruto sat down, while Shikadai laid down to look at the stars.

‘So,’ Shikadai said. ‘Are you going to tell me what's wrong ?’

‘Nothing important.’

Shikadai looked at Boruto.

‘Do you still have nightmares?’

‘Not really. It's just that...’

Boruto sighed loudly.

‘Something happened in Suna and ...’

He stopped talking. He could not explain what he felt. He did not understand it himself. What he was certain of, was that he wanted to be with Sarada.

‘It's about Sarada,’ Shikadai said.

Boruto looked at him, surprised.

‘It made sense,’ Shikadai added.

‘That's not what you think,’ Boruto said. ‘We only slept. But it’s only with her that I feel good and the nightmares stop.’

Boruto ruffled his hair nervously.

‘I don’t understand what's happening to me.’

Shikadai burst out laughing, which annoyed Boruto.

‘You're an idiot. No, in fact, you are two idiots. It's been years since everyone had noticed the feelings you have for each other. Except you and Sarada.’

‘It's ridiculous. We have known each other since forever. Sarada and I are just friends. I never had feelings for her.’

‘Are you sure ? Think about it.’

Boruto thought back to all the moments he had spent with Sarada. All these little moments shared. Good and bad. The fact that he needed her and she was the only one to make him smile. And the more he thought about it, the more he realized that he had always had feelings for Sarada. She was more than a friend. He loved her. But did she feel the same ? According to Shikadai, she did. Boruto stood up abruptly and ran toward the Hokage office. Shikadai smiled.

‘He finally understood.’

He returned to star gazing. Things were now in Boruto's hands.

******

Boruto ran as fast as possible, passing through the roofs to be even faster. He finally arrived at Sarada’s door. He knew she would be here, she almost lived in her office. He raised his hand to knock, but stopped. He could not get into her office like that and tell her he loved her. It was crazy. He did not have time to think more about it because the door opened and Sarada appeared in front of him.

‘Boruto, what's going on ?’

‘I need to talk to you.’

Sarada frowned at his serious look and let him in.

‘What do you want to talk to me about?’

‘It’s about what happened when we were in Suna.’

Sarada looked away, embarrassed. She hitched up her glasses, which slipped from her nose.

‘We only slept, that's all,’ she said.

‘I know. But now I see things differently. And I'm sure you do too.’

Sarada blushed and hitched up her glasses once again. She’s too stubborn, Boruto thought. She was not going to make things easy. But he had never let himself be discouraged, and it was not going to start now.

‘These past few months have not been easy,’ Boruto said. ‘For neither of us. It was the worst time of my life. But in Suna, when we were together, I was happy. It had been so long since I had felt that way. I realized that I only feel that with you. Always.’

Boruto stopped talking for a few seconds. He could not turn back the clock. He had to tell her.

‘I love you. I have always loved you.’

Sarada stared at him wide-eyed.

‘Boruto, I ... we can not.’

‘Why not ? I know you feel the same as me.’

Sarada closed her eyes and had to keep herself with all her strength for not to cry.

‘I lost the people I loved,’ she said. ‘If I lose you too, I will not be able to get over.’

‘So, for not suffering anymore, you prefer to make the both of us unhappy. It's selfish.’

This sentence had the effect to make Sarada react. She looked up at him, furiously.

‘How can you say that ! If you really know how I feel, then why don’t you want to understand !’

Boruto approached her and took her hands. Sarada tried to take them out, but finally let herself go. Boruto pulled her towards him and put her hands on his heart. Sarada could feel his heartbeat quicken.

‘I know it's scary,’ he said. ‘Believe me, at this moment, I am much more afraid than in any battle.’

Sarada smiled. Boruto smiled too. She was ready to open her heart.

‘When I'm not with you that I feel like I go out of my depth. And I don’t want to live without you.’

Boruto moved his lips close to hers and they kissed him. He expected her to push him away, but she did nothing and kissed him back. Boruto blamed himself for being so late to realize his feelings for her. But he would not make the same mistake again. He loved Sarada and he would spend the rest of his life with her.

The end

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[jacarandabanyan]

No Way to Feel

For Trope March Madness, prompt: soulmates

Deidara is born knowing that his soulmate is dead.

Why would you jump to that conclusion? His Academy teachers ask when he announces this during a lecture on duty disguised as a lesson on soulmates. Have you felt them die?

No, Deidara insists, they’ve just always been dead, for as long as I can remember.

They tell him that maybe his soulmate just hasn’t been born yet, or perhaps they’re not a shinobi and don’t live a life full of pain to share with their soulmate. Deidara is unconvinced by these arguments.

I can feel them, he says, and they’re dead!

The fact that he can feel someone on the other end of the bond does not help his case very much. Ishinaka-sensei sits down with him after the lecture-disguised-as-a-lesson and tells him all about her own soulmate, who died in the Second Great Shinobi War. She tells him in restrained, lightly censored sentences about how she felt the explosion that mangled her other half’s thighs and torso in her own flesh, and how her civilian mother-in-law had heard her screaming and broken down crying. How they had started preparing for the funeral even before his team came back to report his death, and she could hardly even help because she all sensation had bled out of the bond as he bled out in a riverbed somewhere far to the south.

“Which is all a rather morbid way to say that if you can feel someone on the other end of the bond, then your soulmate is certainly still alive,” she says.

Deidara rolls his eyes and asked her to go back to how the explosion felt over the bond.

Ishinaka-sensei almost fails him on purpose after that.

...

He’s still blinking the last of Itachi’s Sharingan-made light show when he first meets Sasori, so he doesn’t properly remember his first glimpse his partner. He adds this sin to the lengthy list of sins for which he will one day make Itachi pay.

(He later learns that the figure he would have seen was only Hiruko, not Sasori himself, but he still holds the grudge.)

Sasori is serious and prideful and misguided in every aspect of his art save for dedication, and it only takes a few months for Deidara to start to fall for him.

They argue about their art. They demonstrate their art. They even, once or twice, collaborate on a piece.

(Though they have yet to ever agree on the exact way they collaborate. Each insists on defining the work through the lens of their own philosophy, and so even this cooperation becomes a new debate.)

Deidara thinks about his dead soulmate, and wonders if it’s possible to use the bond to track down their corpse.

(He dreams about presenting it to Sasori to make into a puppet. In these dreams, Sasori lovingly turns his soulmate into a puppet piece by piece, until at last he’s completed a grand work to join the ranks of his favorites. In this way Sasori can make a piece of Deidara immortal without Deidara having to turn his back on his principles, and it’s enough to make Sasori love him.)

He asks Sasori if he can feel his soulmate only once.

“I have no skin with which to feel them, if they’ve been born since I transferred to this body,” Sasori replies. “Before that I never felt anything either.”

But his eyes are sharp behind Hiruko’s wooden face for weeks afterwards, and Deidara imagines he’s on the lookout for Deidara’s soulmate.

...

Deidara wakes one night to the subtle feel of chakra strings on his skin.

He does not open his eyes, and does not let his breathing change, but beneath his cloak his hand mouths begin to drool.

“You say your soulmate is dead, and yet continues on,” Sasori says from somewhere above him. “Would you know for sure if I’d already slain them, and made art of them?”

Sasori’s voice is dark and wondering and threatening all in one.

“If I could present you with your conquered soulmate,” he breathes, “would you let me claim you in their place, by right of conquest?”

Yes, Deidara almost says, but in the end greed holds his tongue. If he interrupts now, what assurance does he have that Sasori will keep speaking to him in this rare, true voice of his? Every syllable he can hear now, before his Master climbs back into Hiruko and uses it’s raspy voice, is a treasure.

Instead, he lets on wrist slip out of his cloak like an invitation.

He falls asleep again without knowing whether Sasori slipped a puppet string around the finger.

...

Sasori takes a poisoned senbon to the heart in a fight for their lives on the eastern Suna border, and Deidara feels it in his own chest. He nearly falls off his clay bird in shock.

After the battle he rips Sasori’s cloak aside to get a better look.

“There’s no cause for concern,” Sasori says. “I’m familiar with this poison. It attacks the lungs and respiratory system., and I disposed of mine long ago.”

“Stab me right next to the heart,” Deidara says. “As close as you can without actually hitting it.”

“What foolishness is this?”

“Just do it, yeah!”

Sasori stares at him unblinking for nearly half a minute, then lighting-fast pulls the senbon from his own heart-case, dips it in water to remove the poison, and slams it into Deidara’s chest.

It hurts.

Sasori’s expression of wonderment is a work of art.

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[theclosetpoet7]

Revolution

One Two Three Four

Rating: M

Chapter Five

Ring

Cerulean eyes turn to the door when Haruno Sakura enters. Immediately, his whole person brightens up because she has been away for two weeks. And fourteen days is far too long in his opinion, considering that he never manages to get her out of his thoughts.

Not after he finally confessed.

Though she decided on not replying to it.

She didn't say yes, but she didn't turn him down either.

Uzumaki Naruto wonders if he should keep his hopes up.

She's on his side right?

She chose him right?

She's with him right?

And not with...

He supposes that he should resent her in a way, for not acknowledging his confession except with a firm;

"I care about you Naruto."

"And I love you too... but..."

But they are at war.

A war he started himself.

And when Hyuuga Hinata had confessed to him during Pein's attack, he realizes that he also didn't have the time to return her affections. Because he was too focused on saving lives, too focused on becoming stronger, too focused on becoming hokage.

Or he simply didn't return her feelings when it came down to it.

Because he's in love with Haruno Sakura.

He always will be.

And Sakura?

Perhaps she will never return his affections as well.

"Naruto?"

He had been staring for too long.

The young hokage hides his thoughts by grinning brightly at her, eyes chinked shut and whole face lighting up for the love of his life.

"Gomen, Sakura-chan, I just haven't seen you in so long, I forgot how cute you are."

She smiles sheepishly in return.

"Dummy."

The pinkette steps forward to hand over her mission report scroll. Not that she needed to. Her trips to Sunagakure were after all her choice. And considering how little he knows of medical jargon, Naruto is at least sure that when it comes to poisons and antidotes, Gaara's village does have a good medical research lab at his disposal. Sakura's been taking in students as well, which is something he is extremely proud of.

He puts the scroll in one of his drawers because he knows he really won't be able to decipher them anyway.

A vein pops on her forehead upon his dismissal.

"If you won't read it, then I guess I'll have to give you a brief overview."

He flinches upon realizing his in-sensitiveness.

She really does hate it when it seems like he is underestimating her.

Though that wasn't his intention.

"There's a lot of progress with my medical subordinates. If a full on battle breaks out, they will at least be able to tend to physical injuries to the best of their abilities. And in case they run out of chakra, I've taught them cardiopulmonary resuscitation."

Naruto stares dumbly at what she just said.

The medic clears her throat.

"I mean, they can manually pump a person's heart once it stops. It's a technique I used during the war with you, when I literally held your heart in my hands and moved it for you. Tsunade-shishou and I have always thought that you can do that without opening the body. There's a drug that we've developed too, one that can enable the body to increase its capabilities of circulating blood."

He blanches slightly at what she had just said. Partly due to the mention of drugs that are completely foreign to him because of the prominence of chakra healing, and also partly due to his memories of Sakura's hand inside his chest.

As expected of the neo-sannin, of course she'd find new ways to save others.

"Although, I haven't figured out how to remedy it with drugs if a shinobi's collapse is caused by total chakra depletion."

He doesn't completely understand, so he settles with saying.

"You're amazing Sakura-chan! Of course, you can go about what you think is right."

There is a flinch in her form at his words.

And because Naruto has always been quite adept at reading into her, especially the way her eyes always seemed to be hiding something from him, he asks her;

"What's wrong?"

She hesitates but speaks out anyway.

"Naruto, this war, when is it going to end?"

The question is quite broad, and impossible to answer at the same time. Five years have gone by since he started the war with his former best friend. There really was only one way for it to end.

"When I kill Sasuke."

The name sounds foreign on his lips, granted that he hasn't said it in so long. Because it always felt taboo. And it always made him sink into some unknown pit of self-loathing. They had spoken to each other through their fists, but he still wasn't able to get through to him.

It makes him angry with himself because before the Alliance was split, he always held the hope that his final fight with Sasuke would end with them just going back to being friends. But apparently, it was hard being friends with someone who held different ideals.

Someone who held on to it so hard that's he'd start a war for it.

It is in times like this when he takes a moment to think it over.

Is he doing the right thing?

Should he be protecting the bijuus?

Would they pose such a great danger?

"Sakura-chan."

The young woman rests her eyes on his troubled form.

"Is it wrong to believe in the goodness of people?"

"It's not."

That reply was swift.

"How about the goodness of the bijuus?"

Sakura pauses.

"I don't think so."

He lets out a sigh of relief. Blue orbs widen when she takes a few more steps to his table.

"It's a trait of yours that I've always admired Naruto."

A fair hand goes up to rest on his trembling shoulders.

"You see the good in everyone. You believe that they can be better than they think they are. You're always looking for their humanity, their kindness, their hopes for peace. It's stupid really."

He laughs through his doubts.

"But amazing at the same time. It's why so many people are following you. I would like to believe in the goodness of everyone as well, the same way you have. Isn't that why I'm here?"

He realizes that his eyes have been tearing up a bit at her sincere words. He wipes them away and looks up to see her kind eyes.

.

.

.

Ah, he really is in love with her.

______________

It had been a never-ending thought in her head since that last conversation with Sasuke, though she had managed to push it to the back of her mind for some time.

"We can't always be sure that it will be the same with the next Jinchuurikis. When Naruto and Killer Bee die, who is to say that the next vessel is capable of controlling their tailed beasts?"

He was right. Before Naruto had become friends with Kurama, the village had feared him, had wanted nothing to do with him, had even resented him.

Until he proved them wrong.

"-assuming this person does gain control of the tailed beast, how can you be sure that they won't use the power to kill others?"

Sakura's brows furrow.

"Is it wrong to believe in the goodness of people?"

Her brain suddenly hurts.

Of course it isn't wrong.

How could believing in goodness be wrong?

How could fighting with love be wrong?

How...

History tells her otherwise.

Because wasn't Sasuke's defection caused by the love he felt for his family? And the hate he felt for his brother...

"Did they care when they ordered my brother to slaughter innocent children? When they took away my family?"

Her heart pumps strongly against her chest. The truth was earth-shattering, and hard to wrap her mind around.

When Sakura finally closes the door to her one bedroom apartment, she grasps the front of her shirt and starts to level her breathing, otherwise she'd be unable to stop hyperventilating. Her whole body shakes, and she plants her feet firmly on the ground as she pushes herself to a wall for support.

Emerald eyes quiver.

Konoha.

Her village.

Her home.

Committed genocide.

It isn't hard to figure out why any of the village's leaders would allow it. The Uchiha clan must have been planning something, if what she's assuming is spot on.

Still though,

It's not right.

It's

not

right.

There were innocent children there.

Not just children.

It's not right.

And Itachi... Sasuke's brother, whom she'd always seen as a powerful evil in all this.

Didn't he make the ultimate sacrifice?

Didn't he take all of Sasuke's hate onto himself?

She wishes that she could talk to him.

She wishes that she could ask him.

To ask the very question that is killing her from the inside.

In the end, did he think it was right?

Choosing his village over his loved ones.

.

.

.

It hurts.

.

.

.

Her brain hurts.

______________

Two months later, Sakura finds herself in Suna again. She knows what she has to do, has known from the start that she'd have to revisit that technique, to see if she can do something about the future of her team. Since the eight-tailed beast was taken, there was only one thing Sasuke would go after.

Naruto.

He had said that he doesn't know where the other seven are.

Save for in their blonde teammate.

Even if he claims that he has found a way to take a bijuu without killing its vessel, Sakura thinks that it might have been just a lucky break, because Naruto had been there. With his godly powers.

Sakura still doesn't understand how.

But if he was able to restore Kakashi's eye, then there is a way for him to somehow save Bee's life.

With her help of course.

That's why the rapper is still alive.

What would happen though? Once Naruto can't save himself?

.

.

.

Useless.

She no longer wanted to be useless like before.

Always crying, always pleading.

This time she has to do something.

There is a bit of uncertainty in her new resolve, granted that she's always been resentful of that part of herself who can't help but cry and plead. And she always despised it that just when she thinks she's finally caught up to them, they take another step forward.

Away from her.

Always away from her.

The pinkette does know that she's far from where she was from the start.

But it's not enough.

It's never enough.

She checks the clock again to determine if it's about time she left. Sasuke had once again sent her a letter with a meeting time and place. It's a day of non-stop travel to Otogakure from the Sand Village, most ninjas would pace it. But not her, taking her time would draw suspicion.

So when she finishes the write up in her scroll and casts a seal that only she could open to protect its confidentiality, Sakura packs up and bids her farewell to her lab assistants.

She does a courtesy call to Gaara and his siblings to notify them of her departure. She should feel guilty actually, but it's something she needs; this meeting with Sasuke. It's the only thing she keeps for herself when everything else is being given to her efforts for the war.

For Naruto.

As her feet pick up the pace to head to their little haven again, Sakura couldn't help the excitement in her pores.

Sakura reaches Oto in less than a day.

But when she opens the door to their usual room, Sakura could only gasp in surprise when she is greeted by an unexpected guest.

"Sasuke-kun's been poisoned."

Karin stands from the bed.

.

.

.

"And I know you're the only one who can save him."

______________

They walk through Sasuke's fortress, Sakura questions why she is able to step in so easily.

She questions herself if she should even trust Uzumaki Karin at this point.

The ring on the red head's finger allows Sakura to rethink her distrusting nature though.

The chakra detector had looked panicked.

No one could fake the fear that was in the other woman's eyes.

"I'm surprised that this place seems uninhabited, I would expect to see guards."

Might as well start a conversation.

"The east wing is Sasuke's only."

Sakura follows her enemy as she climbs up two flights of stairs to reach a dark corridor lighted by lamps. The endless hall reminds her vaguely of Orochimaru's lair, which they had invaded when she was fifteen, though this place looked more like a Japanese mansion, with its wooden floors and sliding doors. But the size though, and the darkness, it still reminds her of their failed mission.

That seemed like a lifetime ago.

Karin continues leading her down the hall until they reach the second to the last door. She hastily opens it to show Sakura her friend's state.

Sasuke was unconscious, breathing erratically, with a towel on his forehead, and a blanket over his form. The medic could immediately tell that he was shivering.

She examines the room first, there's a tub of water, some vials of an unknown liquid, but it smelled mostly of herbs.

Again, she takes note of the fact that the place is empty, except for the otokage's presence, so she turns to Karin again in silent question.

"No one dares to come here."

The revelation is hard to believe, because, wasn't Sasuke the leader?

She asks that very question.

"If they had any news of someone harming their leader, they'd rather protect themselves. Because if that person can handle Uchiha Sasuke, then they wouldn't be able to either."

The truth sinks her heart a bit.

It's a lonely existence.

Sasuke's.

"Except for me though."

The admission has the pinkette's heart clenching. Karin probably had a special place in his heart.

"It has everything to do with you."

Probably.

Still.

Sakura couldn't help but feel jealous.

"Why are you leading your enemy into your master's bedroom?"

She voices her concerns while Sasuke's fiancee' leads her to his sleeping form.

"And why are you hiding me like I'm your comrade?"

Her actions were suspicious, of course Sakura wasn't so dumb as to follow blindly...

"Because, I don't trust them either."

...even if she already knew the answer.

"If they knew that Sasuke-kun was this badly injured, they'd try to assassinate him while they can."

Of course they would.

"I can't risk that."

Sakura nods her head in reply and goes down on her knees beside his bed as she rests a hand over him to examine his physical state.

"You're a medic though, why can't you save him yourself?"

"How I wish I can plunge my hand into that head of yours and squeeze the hell out of your brain just so you know that I don't like being called out for my skills."

Well, that was rather harsh, and brutal. This woman was somewhat rude.

"As if you can. You know well enough our skills are far from each other Karin-san."

She can talk back too.

It's surprising when the enemy doesn't even form a reply to her conceited claim.

It gave her the impression that Karin most probably sees the truth in it.

"I can only heal people when they bite into me."

There's a defeated tone to her voice. When Sakura is done with her initial physical examination, she looks over her shoulder to regard the other kunoichi.

"So the bite marks."

"Aren't just from Sasuke-kun."

"Still, how about the basic medical ninja know-how?"

"I know the basics but this..."

"Is a powerful toxin, grab me another basin and some warm water, I'll manually extract the poison and come up with an antidote."

Karin does what she orders and comes back in mere seconds.

Sakura goes about the same process she has done several times already.

"You've done this before."

"I'm concentrating."

There is an air of animosity between the two women. But their love for this one man allows them to cooperate.

Sakura briefly wonders if they are the only women who have loved him like this.

Most likely not.

So they continue to do it.

Helping each other to save Uchiha Sasuke.

.

.

.

Because they both loved him.

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"I have a ring you know."

They sit on the tatami mat hours later, both exhausted from their efforts. Sakura had gotten rid of the majority of the toxicant and has just administered the antidote. They're just playing the waiting game now.

Sakura says nothing in return.

But Karin continues on nevertheless.

"It symbolizes our promise to marry each other in the future."

"..."

"I love Sasuke-kun. I love him so much. Before this war and way before he sought me out. Did you know that? That he came to my rescue when we were genin? During the Chuunin exam?"

She assumes that Sakura probably doesn't know.

"Of course he wouldn't tell you about it."

The pinkette adjusts her position to allow the other girl to continue.

"I thought I met prince charming then."

"..."

"After that, my life unraveled. And Orochimaru happened."

Karin thinks that in this moment, with the way Sakura's eyes widened, and the way they had a bit of understanding by just that small bit of information, that the Konoha nin probably feels pity for her.

It isn't something she wants.

But she's doing it anyway.

Saying what she feels.

"It came as a surprise to me when Sasuke-kun turned out to be the villain too. And I still loved him. Then, he came to Orochimaru's hideout, to where I was a prison guard. Where I was left on an island in the middle of the ocean so I can watch over evil, lowly people. Where I had to carry out my duties even if it meant that I would never be able to sleep for a really long time because I was scared."

She breathes deeply.

"I was fucking scared that one day, I'll wake up to one of those criminals, wrapping their dirty fingers around my neck, strangling the life out of me."

Yes, her past was dark, so dark. That's why she belongs with him.

She belongs with Sasuke.

Her resentment for this woman fuels her desperate words.

"My life wasn't all pretty pink flowers or village head bands. Nor was it full of laughs or steady dates. It wasn't fucking perfect like yours was."

Who was she to say that Haruno Sakura had a perfect life? No one that is. But she just knew this person had it easy compared to her.

"Until Sasuke-kun came. Until he came to my rescue again."

Karin's heart fills with warmth from thoughts of her hero.

"Uchiha Sasuke didn't just offer me a future, or a place where I finally belonged. He didn't just give me the opportunity to do something good. No. He offered me more than that."

It is at this exact second that Sakura finally utters a query.

"And what is that?"

Their eyes meet then.

"He offered me salvation."

The neo-sannin turns away.

"In return, I gave him my heart, I gave him my body. I gave him my loyalty."

She wonders if what she's saying is hurting Sasuke's mistress. The same way it hurt when she first felt that sweet chakra of hers.

Intermixed with the love of her life's.

So she continues with her attacks.

"So, When he asked me to track down his brother, I did it. When he reformed our team and joined Akatsuki, I followed him. When he tried to kill me and left me to become a prisoner in your sick village, I ran back to his side the moment he decided to change his mind and join the war. And, when he started his deranged revolution, I chose him. I chose him without a second thought. I chose HIM."

That's right, she fucking chose him.

No one else.

"When I was finally able to have his body, when I finally had him thrusting hard and deep above me."

She senses the other nin's chakra coil with sadness.

"I saw his pain. I saw how he needed to sink himself into something. How he needed to sink himself into me. I saw how he wanted to destroy his soul and drown himself in more hatred."

Unlike her.

"You see Sakura, I actually took all of his pain and carried it with him. I took it. I accepted it. In his darkness, I held him. In his darkness, I never left. In his darkness, I loved him even if it consumed me as well. As he was drowing, I drowned with him."

And drown with him she will.

"I love him. I love Uchiha Sasuke. I'm the one who has the privilege of being his right hand. I'm the one who he promised to marry. I'm the one who will restore his clan and give him back the famiy he lost, the same way he'll give me back the one I lost as well."

She spits out those hurtful truths to send poisoned needles into the other kunoichi's heart.

"I know his pain. I understand. I was born to love him."

She comes up with the most heart-breaking and hope-crushing words to bury her foe deeper into her forced rejection.

"He gave me a ring. He got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. I know he cares for me. Because he gave me a ring."

She twists some facts but weaves them up with her honest confessions to get the message across.

"Uchiha Sasuke gave me a ring."

If this was a battlefield, with her opponent keeping silent and not doing anything in retaliation, Karin could say that she is landing multiple chakra scalpels onto Sakura's tiny physique and she is doing it with the kind of finesse and precision that the young Sannin might as well be decapitated at this point.

She lands the finishing blow with all the strength and pride she could muster.

"I'm wearing a fucking ring. What do you have?"

Yes, Uzumaki Karin finishes the battle with a triumphant grin and eyes full of deep loathing for the other woman in the room.

Because she has earned it.

She has fucking earned her place at Uchiha Sasuke's side.

But when her seemingly defeated enemy finally lifts her head.

When she finally allows determined emerald green to meet hesitant red irises.

When she finally opens her mouth to deliver her counter attack.

Karin realizes the one thing she had overlooked when she entered this battle. She realizes the one piece of information she should've remembered when she started the match. It was all so obvious how unprepared she was to take down this girl. And she inwardly scolds herself for forgetting about it.

Because, it was stupid of her to forget.

The fact that when faced with the legendary Haruno Sakura,

Respected medic.

Feared Sannin.

Disciple of Senju Tsunade, the fifth hokage.

Prized warrior of the Konoha Leaf Village.

Precious member of Team Seven, the team that defeated a freaking goddess.

When faced with Sakura fucking Haruno.

What do you have?

Karin tries her best to come up with a teleportation technique to get out as she realizes the chakra infused punch she is about to receive. As she tries her best to evade. And even when this woman is not counterattacking physically, she knows she needs to do it.

To get out.

"What do I have Karin?"

.

.

.

Because.

When you find yourself in a one-on-one fight with Haruno Sakura.

.

.

.

"His heart."

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.

.

All it really took was one punch to end it all.

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Author's Note: Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to my darling readers. Thank you so much for your reviews you guys! You keep me inspired to write this. And thank you to those who said that they trust me to go on with my original plans. And special thank you as well to those who defended me when there are some spiteful reviews here and there. Everyone has their own opinion I guess. I wish I could personally send a message to all you guys in reply to your questions and what-not.

If anyone is wondering, this story will probably not be as long as Sore ga ai deshou. :D

Also details on how to read Ombreecha’s prompt based on this is in the other author’s note.

Special thank you to @ombreecha, @saeuniverse , @beatoneheart, who are just the best friends out there, always making me smile with their kind words.

A special thank to @madara-fate as well, my cool senpai who answers my questions about possible scenarios for this alternate world.

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[mishamoonberry]

Lie

Heavily inspired by Jimin’s LIE and my art.

Also available on AO3 and FFN.

"I love you."

What a pure sounding lie.

He first saw her sitting in the corner of the bar, her eyes gleaming in quiet amusement and resignation as she watched her best friend, the Yamanaka, danced and laughed with other people in the bar.

He himself was invited by his colleagues and dragged here by a persistent Anko (he had learned not to challenge Anko when she was determined to do something; and in this case she was determined he, The Hokage, got some 'day off' and have fun with them at the famous bar for shinobi). He did not expect to see his students and their friends here, but perhaps he should've. They were, after all, adults now. They were now reaching almost the age of twenty, and while that made him feel old, he still could feel the pride rushing through his bones whenever he saw them grow up and be successful.

Still, it was surprising for him to see her sitting alone, especially when her best friend seemed to be having so much fun on the floor (and was she flirting with Genma? His eyebrow rose in question, finding the sight rather intriguing. Genma was flirting back). Even Naruto seemed to have much fun in another crowded table, his arms waving around excitedly as he woven tales and whatnot to his friends.

Everyone was having fun here. They laughed, danced, flirted (Kakashi was ready with a polite smile and crab-walking to escape from men and women alike who tried to do so to him), or be like him, who sat alone and drunk his drinks alone.

And, well, there was Sakura too.

She could be put in the same category as him, he supposed. She did seem to have fun watching as Ino flounced and bounced around Genma, who laughed and smiled at her. Kakashi had to resist a smirk as well. Those two were obvious with their interests toward each other.

Not only Ino and Genma, other shinobi were seemingly trying to find matches of their own, and considering how it was peace time, and that Konoha had lost a generous amount of personnel during the war, Kakashi had no qualms against another baby boom. He hoped he had more patience dealing with it than Tsunade, though. The previous Hokage did talk to him after his inauguration and warned him of the possibilities of lots, and lots, and lots, of marriages.

And considering the relation between the Hidden Villages, there might be inter-village marriages happening soon. He had already seen the looks given by Suna's most reliable delegate, Temari, to Shikamaru and vice versa.

....Man... He had to make laws about that. It must be as detailed as possible and covered everything, to ensure despite the relation between villages, there would be no room where one village will be above the other.

His eyebrow twitched. Look at him. He was supposed to be relaxing here and yet his mind already drifted off to work. Kakashi sighed, and sipped on his drink, his eyes easily finding Sakura's form again. She seemed to have not noticed his presence, sipping her own drink bits by bits as she watched things unfold in front of her.

It made him think. The sight of his female student, that was, even though he couldn't really call her as his student anymore. She had long surpassed him in skills, what with her chakra control, the seal on her forehead and her terrifying super strength. They had different repertoires when it came to skills, but Kakashi would be willing to say that Sakura had grown beautifully in terms of strength and skills.

And well, he conceded, in terms of looks, as well.

He hadn't really taught her anything aside from the importance of teamwork. Even the tree climbing was more of a demonstration that Sakura nearly perfected by herself. Aside from his former position as Team Seven's sensei, he hadn't really been a teacher for her.

(Sometimes he'd think that he should've taken him under his wings after the retrieval mission that failed).

(But then, he thought, rather viciously to himself, that if he failed so badly with Sasuke, who said that he wouldn't with her, too?).

(He was quick to dismiss her potential, anyway).

(She was lucky she demanded Tsunade to teach her instead of looking for him to teach her after her teammates went off to learn under their own versions of Sannin).

(He didn't deserve such position).

And, well, considering that Sakura had grown up into a woman who easily threw sarcasm and the occasional salt at him, the sentiment was shared. He was not his teacher other than the position.

While that position had been discarded after Naruto's return to Konoha, it was strengthened during the war.

"Call me Kakashi," he said to her easily despite his exhaustion after the latest battle.

"Excuse me, what?"

"I'm not your sensei anymore, Sakura-chan," he eye-smiled at her. "We're equals now."

"You're my squad's captain," she answered, rather exasperatedly. He almost pouted, if not for her rolling her eyes and rather fond smile as she said, "but sure, Kakashi."

He smiled.

"Now let me look at your shoulders. Don't think that I didn't notice you stiffening, Kakashi."

His smile fell away.

Meanie.

Since then onward, he wasn't sensei for her anymore. He was just Kakashi to her, though she did throw in the occasional "Hokage-sama" accompanied with wiggles of eyebrows whenever she wanted to tease him. She did know his dislike toward those overly polite stuff.

Kakashi-sama this, Kakashi-sama that. Hokage-sama, Hokage-dono, blah, blah.

Sighing once again to his drink, Kakashi had to marvel at his ability to let his thoughts run amok in this noisy and crowded bar (either thanks to how many people were invited or Naruto's charm, considering how his table was very crowded. The Hyuuga heiress was seen squeaking as the crowd pressed closer to Naruto and she was forced to press herself on Naruto's left arm, her face aflame. Naruto didn't seem to mind, though, as he smiled at her. Ah, youth, he let himself thought of that for a moment before he shook himself out of fear of sounding both old and similar to Gai).

He wondered if he should talk to Sakura.

She was, after all, sitting there by her lone self despite her friends chatting and dancing. And he was in the exact same position. He had literally nothing to do.

Might as well, he thought, raising to his feet and making his way toward her, taking his drink along with him.

Not even that close to her position, she seemed to already notice his presence and looked his way, green eyes widening the slightest bit. Her cheeks seemed to be rather pink, but otherwise she looked sober and fine.

Definitely fine, he thought, looking over her outfit. It was quite similar to her usual outfit, although this qipao seemed to fit on her body even more than her usual ones, the dress teasingly showing him her smooth thighs.

Thighs that could crush your skull with a hard enough squeeze, he tried to remind himself, fighting the urge to rest his eyes on that exposed skin.

That's such a nice way to die, though... Agh, he cursed, dammit. Snap out of it, Kakashi.

"Kakashi!" Her voice was like bells in his ears, the grown woman smiling softly at him. "I didn't notice you were invited too."

"Well, now you know I'm capable of cowering in the corner so people don't notice me," he says, eyes crinkling into a smile. Sakura snorted to her glass, somehow still sounding very attractive despite it.

Perhaps he was biased. He was, after all, in love with Sakura. He didn't know when or where the seeds had planted themselves, but a few months after the war, he realized. He loved her. Not only because she had grown into a beautiful woman (because who said Sakura wasn't beautiful must be blind. He almost blinded himself during the war and he could still say with absolute clarity that Sakura was beautiful), but he also loved her passion in her career, her determination, her fierce look, how she was so open with her expressions and emotions, and many other things he could've written down and made into a bible.

A tome, he thought wryly. Imagine one hundred years in the future and the artifact they found ended up being the Sixth Hokage's writing about how hopelessly in love he was.

"Can I sit with you?" He asked her, then, expression lighting up in delight when she easily scooted over, patting the spot beside her. He made himself comfortable beside her, not too far to be awkward and not too close to be more awkward. "So, what are you doing here alone?"

Sakura pointed at Ino. "I'm with her."

"I know that," he said, "but you're here. Alone."

"So I'm talking to a ghost?" She raised her eyebrow, and Kakashi deadpanned at her, making Sakura laugh.

They bantered more through the night, and Kakashi wasn't exactly sure of the time they spent talking together nor the amount of drinks they consumed. Kakashi wasn't exactly drinking much, but Sakura was a fast drinker, another thing that probably she learned from Tsunade. Whenever she ran out of alcohol, she'd ask another one, sometimes with different types to add to the variety. If she wasn't a skilled medic, he'd be worried about alcohol poisoning.

They talked while they drunk. About Naruto, his occupation as the Hokage, her rounds in the hospital, about Ino, about Genma and Ino and many other things they could find as an interesting enough topic to talk about.

It was fun. It was refreshing. And to talk with her and laugh along with her, Kakashi couldn't help but think of thanking Anko for her persistence in dragging him to the bar tonight.

It was well within the night, when some people had found it a nice hour to scatter home, that Sakura looked drunk enough.

She was about to ask for another drink when he grabbed her wrist, a firm command of: "That's enough."

"Huh?" She hiccuped.

"You've drunk enough," he clarified, releasing her hand so it fell on her thigh. "See, your face is red already."

"It's not red," she puffed her cheeks, and Kakashi had to resist the urge to either poke her cheek with his finger or call her a chipmunk. Both seemed quite suicidal for him.

"Yes, it is." He snuck a glance toward the other people in the room. Naruto seemed to be busy with Hinata and Kiba, who looked ready to murder, for reasons unknown to him, being restrained physically by Shino. Sai was in the corner, drawing on his sketchbook with Tenzou by his side. Ino herself seemed to be busy, already sitting somewhere else with Genma, possibly laughing at something Kotetsu said.

"Do you want to go home?" He asked her, "it's already late, and there's nothing left to do."

"Nothing left to do?" She pouted, a small hiccup leaving her lips, "I have loooots of things I wanna do." She looked at him and gave a once-over, cooing. "I'd do you."

He almost choked on his own spit.

Instead, he chose to smile at her. "You must be more drunk than I think."

She pouted harder, if that was even possible. "It's trueee," she slurred, "You have nice arms." In accordance to that statement, her arms reached out to hold his biceps, the woman letting out sounds too obscene for his healthy mind. While it was nice she appreciated his noodle-but-still-muscly arms, perhaps she shouldn't have let the sounds out. The alcohol did its numbers on his mind as well, after all.

"And nice haaaands," she said then, grasping his fingers. "I always love nice hands. Oh-- Oh and a nice butt." She smiled at him, batting her eyelashes.

Kakashi gulped. This wasn't what he expected from her.

She's drunk, he told himself. She's never going to say this to me if she's sober.

She probably didn't even realize that it was Kakashi, and that thought brought a sour feeling in his mind that he hastily pushed away.

Whatever. He thought, grasping her hands and attempted to make her stand.

"Come on, Sakura," he muttered, "let's take you home."

"Hnngh?" She mumbled to herself, "You'll-" she hiccuped, "take me home?"

"Yes, of course," he answered, "it's dangerous to go home alone when you're drunk, no matter how strong you are."

"Whyyy," she almost poked his nostrils, "are you not drunk?"

"Because I drink less than you, obviously," he muttered, "c'mon, up."

"You're so sweet," she giggled, stumbling as she stood, "so sweet, Kashi."

He almost froze at the nickname. Heat rushed through him, a heat that he ignored in favor of having her steady herself. "Finally recognizing me now, Sakura?"

Sakura squinted in response, letting out a long-drawn hum. He sighed, well there went her recognition of him.

"C'mon. Let's go home."

"Home?"

"Yes. Home. Bed. Sleep. No hangover, hopefully. No promises in that part, though," he smirked lightly, guiding her through the crowd to walk out of the bar. In his way out, Ino caught his gaze, her cheeks flushed. Obviously she hadn't drunk as much as Sakura, although she did look kinda tipsy as well. Genma was another thing entirely though, the man was obviously drunk by now. Ino took one look at Sakura and raised an eyebrow at him, in which he replied with a nod, a silent promise to take care of the pink haired medic. The blond Yamanaka responded with a nod of her own.

That matter taken care of, he walked with her outside, Sakura leaning on his shoulder as they walked.

"You're really nice," she muttered, "no one had taken me home before."

He simply hummed in reply.

"You're not-- You're not," she paused, squinting. He waited patiently for her to continue, humming lightly as indication that he was waiting for her to finish. Though in the end she just grumbled and slumped, possibly forgetting what she was about to say.

"You're really nice."

"So I've been told," he responded.

"Mm, really nice."

"Mm-hmm."

"I like nice guys," she said then, peering up at him almost shyly. Her cheeks were flushed, mostlikely because of the alcohol than any sort of attraction toward him, much to his chagrin.

"That's good," he smiled down at her, in which she seemed to be happy to receive, because her smile brightened than ever, her cheeks still red.

"Right?" She seemed like someone that just received free candy, "I really like nice guys. I really like you." She giggled, seemingly oblivious to how Kakashi stiffened in surprise at her words.

"Hey," she hugged his arm, staring up at him dreamily. "I love you."

Heat crept up his cheeks, and Kakashi could swear steam went out of his ears. His grey eyes stared at Sakura's slightly unfocused green ones, wide and shocked.

"I love you, yeah?" She tugged his arm, "Hey. Hey."

He had to get out of here. His cheeks were burning, and he was overwhelmed with the urge to say it back to her. I love you, his mind screamed, I love you too. So much.

But he couldn't. She was drunk, and she probably didn't realize that he was, well, Kakashi. She wasn't really coherent, and there was always a possibility that she saw someone else. Heck, she could probably be imagining Sasuke, despite her claiming she was over him a few months ago.

Therefore, Kakashi simply grunted and took her into his arms, ignoring her squeak as he said as light as he could, "let's get you home as quickly as we can, yeah?"

He brought her home in record time, and although there was some fuss in getting her into sleep, she fell asleep soon enough, tangled with her own soft pink blanket.

It was only after she was safe in her own bed, her doors and windows locked and wards activated, after he himself got home to his apartment, Kakashi allowed himself to sigh heavily, sitting on his bed, looking weary for the world.

Thinking back, he couldn't help but to wonder, if Sakura really truly liked him (loved him) as she said through that drunken confession,

or if, perhaps, when doing so, she was seeing somebody else, thinking of somebody else.

In the midst of his emotions, at war with himself, he wondered which one he truly preferred. Because he loved her, truly, he loved her so much, that he felt sometimes that he could burst, that he could make poems about her that could be turned into a tome, that he could find himself sometimes smiling with no other reasons other than her.

He loved her, but, but.

He didn't think he was worthy. Not worthy of her love, her affection, her smiles and hope and devotion. Not worthy of happiness.

Because the ones that Kakashi loved and loved Kakashi back always got destroyed somehow, someway.

Because the ones he loved had always crumbled under his arms, always destroyed by his very own arms.

(Father, Obito, Rin, Team Seven--)

Kakashi closed his eyes.

In the middle of the night, he closed his eyes, and thought for many hours to come, and many more days to come.

(Am I worthy of happiness?)

(I do not know.)

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