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overload-explode · 10 months

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Naruto Founder's s/o who Attempted S*icide

T/W: Hinted non-explicit suicide attempt, references to depression

A/N: I'm not in a good space so here is some angst to vent! These men were born and raised during war and political instability, so their understanding of mental health is terrible. GN! reader

Hashirama:

You were the light of his life always laughing and smiling

Whenever he was stressed with Hokage duties he took refuge in you

He never sensed anything was wrong until you tried to kill yourself

He's the one that found you and healed you

The village was supposed to be a safe place for his loved ones yet you were not safe in the village he built

He blames himself. He feels like your happiness, and everyone in his village is his responsibility. He's your partner and your Hokage

Away from you, he starts drinking and gambling a lot to forget what happened and distract himself

Tobirama has to eventually find him and sober him up

His brother informs him that he needs to stop being self-destructive and blaming himself for what happened

Bags are now permanently under his eyes. He clings to you in sleep now, not out of love, but because he's terrified of losing you like he has lost so many

He's lost brothers, family and friends to war. To protect his loved ones was one of the reasons for creating the village But he can't protect you from yourself

He is an amazing healer so there are no physical scars on you. However, every time he sees you, he sees those injuries on you- he is forever scared mentally

He loves you and he drains himself trying to keep you happy

He doesn't show you he is struggling at all, he is scared his depression will cause you to spiral downward and attempt to take your life again

So he puts on a happy, joyous and carefree mask. Now he is performing at home as well as performing as Hokage and clan head

He secretly asks Tobirama to watch you when he is unable to. Tobirama starts to dislike you. You burden his brother, himself and the village. To him you are a liability, a weakness of his brother and a danger to the village. He would never hurt anyone his brother loves but he advises Hashirama to break up with you and tries to convince you to leave Hashirama, and preferably the village

Tobirama

He's angry and he's disappointed but mostly at himself because he feels so powerless

Despite being an amazing tactician, he didn't predict and prevent this. He feels so inadequate and starts doubting himself

Ever the logical man, he sees there's a problem and he wants to fix it. And nothing will get in the way, not even you

However, emotions do not follow logical thought, and you cannot apply cold logic to something as complicated as mental health

To you, he visibly becomes colder and more distant however he is trying to do the opposite. He expresses his love through acts of service but he is so emotionally incompetent it comes off as him being controlling, which he is but he wants to help you. He just has no idea how

He never opens up about his mental health. The trauma of being a child soldier, having an abusive father, trying to protect his brothers from abuse, losing his brothers, his alienation from being albino and autistic (my headcanon), PTSD, his strained relationship with his brother…

In his mind, as long as you can do your job as a shinobi, housewife, or merchant… and contribute to your village and/or clan, you are fine. Happiness and personal fulfilment come from knowing your place and fulfilling you are not contributing then that is a problem. If you're not doing your duty then that is a problem that needs to be fixed

He views people like cogs in a machine, if you are not doing your job then that is a problem. If you are doing your job, then there is no problem

He'll make sure you are physically well and then try to get you back to work because then that means everything is fixed

He will never talk about it, he wants to forget it, ignore it suppress it- like all his other emotions

But secretly, when he can, he'll create a shadow clone to follow you around to make sure you're safe

He will also put a seal on you that allows him to teleport to you if he senses that you're in danger. If you refuse he'll do it anyway without your permission because it's the smart thing to do and he cares about you. Your safety is more important to him than you liking him

At night when he comes back late and you are fast asleep, he'll hold you and silently cry a bit because he doesn't want to lose you.

You will never find out, he wants to be strong for both of you. In his mind no emotions = strong

In his mind, you have too many emotions, so he needs to show even fewer emotions to avoid triggering you. This is very unhealthy for everyone

After his brother advises him, he tries to be more outwardly affectionate. Even though he doesn't understand the need of pointing out the obvious, he compliments you more and kisses you on the forehead before going to work every day. Just know that he loves you

Madara

Hashirama is the one to tell Madara about your attempt. He was the medic-nin that saved you and, mainly, because everyone else is too scared of Madara to tell him

Madara is angry and scared. He is one of the most powerful shinobi to have ever existed. He has one of the most powerful Kekkei Genkai, yet he couldn't protect you. He can't protect you from yourself

The way he deals with his feelings of powerlessness is to label you unworthy

If you let your thoughts almost kill you- then you are truly weak. He grew up in a war zone where everyone was trying to kill him and he's perfectly fine! (He's not)

While you recover, he'll check up on you and make sure you're healing but he won't talk about what happened at all. Once you physically recover from your attempt, he'll break up with you

He's the clan head and his future spouse would become the clan matriarch (or the gender-neutral equivalent), taking on a lot of roles and responsibilities. Madara can't have someone he views as weak representing the Uchiha, it would make the Uchiha seem vulnerable and his job is ultimately to protect the clan. Madara also worries that the stress from the job will worsen you're mental health

After the break up he'll disappear for your life completely. If you try to visit him he will never be in. He won't be in his office if you're there- you won't even see him out in the street. It will be like you were never together

Secretly, he will start stalking you because he's worried but has no idea how to help you

He stops eating or sleeping regularly because he's too worried. Also, you were the one to remind him to eat and drink. His own physical and mental health declines

Hashirama becomes increasingly worried about his friend and tries to convince Madara to talk to you

Madara has already lost Izuna and the rest of his family, he can't lose you too. He knocks on your door with some food hoping you'll start the conversation

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amgeryporcupine · 1 year

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"Procrastination is real." - Amgery D. Porcupine

Anyways. . . *slaps some angst sht and runs away*

TW: implied $u*ciDe

This is what I call "it gets worse before it gets better" or "Tobi is an a-hole who pushed Mads to the edge. Senju became guilty and attempts to fix him but does a shtty job. Resulting in Mads suffering more than necessary. A lot happened but it all worked out at the end."

Side note: Tobirama realizes that performing physical affection works best on calming Madara, hence the hugs, kisses, and hand holding. Through it, they fell in love.

#madatobi #tobimada #madara uchiha #tobirama senju #angst #my fanart #naruto #fanart #we cryin #bit of fluff?#im not bacc officially but this is just to tell ya that im still alive

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thewoodengambler · 2 months

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Pictures on the wall They make it look like I've developed taste In all sorts of ugly things There's one of a scary clown It makes me think of you somehow Same sad grin on his face

Reverse my fall and leave me there Nurse my soul into care Turn this all, and if it's fair Then you might as well leave it there

Oh every now and then I lead the water up again Right back to its source But something of a lurring sound Brings it back to you somehow It wasn't even yours

Oh weren't there times when you cared for me And haven't you thought 'bout all we could be? All we should be All is: you and me - TAMINO

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Lyrics from one of my personal favorite songs.

I listened to this a few days back when i was doing the dishes and i went like "This is perfect to describe the relationships between HashiTobiMada.

Hashirama chasing after his friend, who cannot be saved from himself, longing for him to see his side of the story and Tobirama chasing after his brother, longing for his acknowledgment and for him to see the truth about the Uchihas.

Only everything to end in tragic death of Madara, since Hashirama couldn't afford to forgive someone who would harm the newly formed village. The newly sprouted seed that needed protection to grow into a strong tree.

#naruto #hashirama senju #hashirama senju rp #madara uchiha #tobirama senju #hashimada #tobihashi #hashitobi #edo period #music #angst

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nevsclowntown · 1 year

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tell us some of the omegaverse founders angst we can handle it some of us

okay, i hope you're sure you can handle!

in which war is still coming and even though it was supposed to be a peaceful negotiation talk, their enemies didn't really think the same and ended up not only overpowering but killing Tobirama.

They dropped his dead body in front of Konoha's doors and Hashirama.

Madara tries to be there for both of them, but Hashirama won't let himself be talked to and all he can do for Izuna is take their child from his hands from time to time - though Izuna secretly teaches himself Edo Tensei and everything gets worse. before it gets better though

#naruto #naruto shippuuden #hashimada #tobiizu #hashirama senju #tobirama senju #izuna uchiha #madara uchiha #major character death #foundersomegaverse #nevart #ask #anon #doodle #/ i hope you were ready for this #i also briefly talked to kris about this plot line #and i swear my fiance cai and i created this au to give them a happy family life #but i need the angst to breath #i love to suffer emotionally

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maphel-n-doodles · 1 year

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@nevrat blame this cunt (affectionate) for this piece.

#madatobi #senju tobirama #uchiha madara #HRRGHGHH HRRR #i postponed PIZZA IN BELLY for ANGST #also yay another rare background

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fistfuloflightning · 9 months

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Reincarnation AU where Sasuke is Madara reborn and Itachi is Tobirama.

#GIVE ME THE ANGST #the anger of multiple lifetimes #the personal affront and jealousy #the ‘I love you now but I hated you then is that bc karma hates me?’#the ‘why are you repeating your same mistakes when you know it’ll end the same?’#madatobi #itasasu #sasuita #uchiha sasuke #uchiha itachi #senju tobirama #uchiha madara #aus I’d love to read #angst to the max #tbh this works even in general #itachi/tobirama kills uchiha clan/izuna and sasuke/madara’s obsession with his and konoha’s destruction pushes him beyond sanity #i love the parallels #it's like poetry it rhymes #naruto

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rainbowfey · 6 months

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Day 6: Jutsu gone right

This is a series written for @madatobiweek.

This time, Tobirama didn’t even try to suppress his curse. He quickly retreated, getting at least a small distance between him and Madara whose face was twisted into a downright heinous grin. He carelessly stepped onto the outer line of the spell circle, seemingly not even noticing it. His lips curled into an amused smile when he stared at Tobirama.

“Look at you, feeling so strong with your ridiculous little book and your even more ridiculous spell circle. Even if I was a demon, you wouldn’t stand a chance with this crap,” he said, his voice changing more with every word. Had he sounded like a poor imitation of Madara before, his voice now took on a whole new quality. Even his intonation of the words changed and if Tobirama had closed his eyes, he would have never known that it was Madara standing in front of him.

“Well, even if you’re not a demon, you sure as hell aren’t Madara either,” Tobirama said, straightening his shoulders. Whatever this was, it was clearly malevolent and somehow, this steeled his resolve. He wasn’t keen on harming Madara but he would if he had to in order to keep the village safe.

Madara shrugged and gave another high, clear laugh that sounded nothing like him. In fact, it didn’t even sound like a man at all. “You might be right about that,” he chuckled. The corners of his mouth twitched in amusement but his eyes remained entirely blank.

Tobirama slowly shook his head. He had been so sure that he was dealing with a demon that he hadn’t even considered any other explanations. The thing had made it clear with its last statement that it was indeed not Madara but yet he was fairly sure that it was his body. Tobirama tilted his head and quickly thought it through. Whatever the thing was, it didn’t seem to want to attack him immediately. Instead, it seemed more like a cat that wants to play with its prey before killing it. And this was something he could take advantage of. He crossed his arms and glared at the thing that was not Madara. “So, how do you control his body?” he asked, tensely awaiting a reply.

And the thing walked right into his trap. “You know, it’s not even that tricky,” it said with a bubbly laugh. “But I’m not going to share my secrets with you.”

Tobirama forced himself to remain expressionless while triumph rushed through his body. This was the confirmation he had needed. He was indeed standing in front of Madara himself, just that his body and mind were controlled by someone or something else. But his triumph quickly faded away when he realized what that meant. If this body was indeed Madara’s body, he couldn’t fight properly if he wasn’t willing to risk Madara’s life. And even though he couldn’t stand him and would prefer to never have to interact with him again, harming Madara wasn’t an option unless there was no other way to keep the village safe.

Tobirama gritted his teeth and tried to control the thoughts and ideas rushing through his mind. In the meantime, the thing had stepped closer to him, a condescending smile on its lips that would’ve looked exactly like Madara if it weren’t for the blank stare in his eyes. “Oh, you poor thing. Look at you trying to come up with an escape plan,” it sneered.

Tobirama glared at it and weighed his options. It was possible that the thing was lying and it was indeed a demon but that didn’t seem very likely to him. Since it seemed to entirely override Madara’s own mind, it was also unlikely to be some kind of infection or parasite. Whatever it was, it had to be something clinging to Madara’s mind or body – and there was one thing Tobirama knew that would possibly be able to make a difference.

He retreated into the shadows and closed his eyes, trying to ignore the footsteps coming closer. He focused all his willpower on what he wanted to achieve and quickly formed three hand seals. The footsteps grew closer and he opened his eyes again, only to spring forward and tap Madara’s hand that was already grasping at him. He felt Madara’s warm breath on his skin when he stopped mid-movement, his dead eyes wide opened.

Tobirama slowly took a step back and then another one, keeping a close eye on Madara who looked like he had been snap-frozen. It was an eerie sight and even though it was exactly how it should be, it sent a shiver down Tobirama’s spine. Up until the last second, he hadn’t been sure whether his genjutsu had worked. It was a rather simple one but it was easy to make a mistake when in a tight corner. But since Madara didn’t move a single muscle, he quickly moved on to the next step of his makeshift plan. The second genjutsu required more hand seals and in his haste, he almost forgot one of them. He managed to catch himself in time and finished the sequence of hand seals just in time for Madara’s eyelids starting to flutter. His first genjutsu had been a rather simple method to paralyze the opponent for a short while during which one could prepare his next move. Madara himself would have never let himself be affected by a jutsu as simple as this one but apparently, the thing wasn’t as good of a shinobi if one at all. Tobirama’s second genjutsu was the one he set his hope on. He had barely finished the last hand seal when Madara burst into action, charging at him with his teeth bared. Tobirama had to force himself to wait until the last second, clumsily dodging his attack so that Madara’s fist only grazed him. But when they touched, Tobirama hissed at him – and Madara started screaming when flames set his body ablaze.

Tobirama quickly backed off and his hair stood on end when he watched Madara squirming and writhing, screaming in agony as the flames consumed his body. And even though he knew that it was only a genjutsu, his heart dropped to his guts while listening to the splitting screams. He knew that the flames that were only visible to Madara engulfed his body, burning him alive. Only the certainty that the real Madara would know that this was only a genjutsu kept him from ending the jutsu right there and then. Madara dropped to his knees, writhing in pain while his screams took on a desperate tone. But suddenly, his whole body jerked and his eyes widened. Tobirama’s heart skipped a beat when he suddenly saw a pained expression in Madara’s eyes.

“Don’t … stop … now,” Madara squeezed out, fighting for air.

And just like that, the expression left his eyes again, leaving behind the eerie blank stare that didn’t want to fit the panic in his face. He groaned, digging his nails into his skin, leaving bloody marks all over his body when he clawed at the imaginary flames seething around him.

Tobirama’s hands started trembling and it took him everything he had to stand by and watch as Madara squirmed in pain, his screams getting more high-pitched with every passing moment. But when he started clawing at his face, Tobirama couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He jumped forward and grabbed Madara’s wrists, keeping him from scratching at his face even more. Before Tobirama had reached him, he had already scratched his cheeks, forming two red lines from his eyes down to his jaw. Two thin trickles of blood ran down his face, almost like bloody tears. He struggled against Tobirama and almost broke away from him, but Tobirama’s grip was ironclad. He flinched when Madara’s head jerked up, shaking violently. Something flickered in his eyes and suddenly, he saw the anger and despair in his gaze.

Madara’s nails dug into his wrists as he gasped, “Destroy it … destroy the amulet!”

And only a split second later, his eyes were bottomless pits again. But this time, the thing seemed to notice Tobirama and it clawed at him, hissing hatefully. “You’re going down with me,” it snarled, its fingers almost piercing Tobirama’s skin.

He yelped and tried to pull back but this time it was the thing holding on to him, keeping him from breaking free. One hand clasping his arm, it freed its other hand and pulled something from Madara’s pocket. Tobirama threw himself back when he saw the silver of the kunai flashing in the moonlight. A sharp pain shot through his body when the kunai slashed his skin, barely missing his throat. And with the movement of his arm, Madara’s jacket opened a crack, revealing a silver amulet with an obsidian in the middle of it.

Tobirama’s eyes widened and the thing followed his gaze. When it saw the amulet, it hissed furiously and shoved him away. Tobirama stumbled backwards, his gaze still fixed on the amulet. Thoughts raced through his mind and he barely managed to dodge the thing’s next attack when it charged at him, swinging the kunai wildly. For a moment, he thought about explosion seals which would most definitely destroy the amulet – but also Madara himself. And when the thing attacked him again, he finally had an idea. He quickly retreated until there was enough distance between them. And while the thing raised its arm, aiming for his chest, Tobirama formed five hand seals.

Tiger, rat, horse, snake, dragon.

Then he clasped his hands and a stream of water shot out of his mouth, thundering against Madara’s chest, bringing him to his knees. The faint crack of metal was almost drowned out by his splitting scream. In the same moment, something hit Tobirama’s shoulder and he staggered backwards, wincing in pain. He allowed himself a quick glance at his shoulder and cursed when he saw the kunai that had pierced deep into his shoulder. After he had made sure that his injury wasn’t immediately threatening, he quickly looked up – and froze when he saw Madara laying motionless on the ground.

“Fuck,” Tobirama squeezed out and rushed towards him. For a split second he considered whether this could be a trap but he had to make sure that Madara was still alive. He had tried to keep his jutsu weak enough so that it wouldn’t cut right through Madara’s body but in the heat of the moment, he wasn’t sure whether his plan had worked out.

His heart started thundering in his chest when he dropped to his knees next to Madara who was laying on his back, his eyes closed. Tobirama quickly put two fingers on his neck, searching for a pulse, while hastily opening Madara’s jacket with his other hand. The jacket revealed the amulet that was cleanly broken in two pieces, the crack running right beside the obsidian, but Tobirama shoved it aside carelessly, desperately palpating Madara’s chest. Relief washed through his body when he couldn’t find any injury except for where Madara had clawed at himself, leaving bloody streaks. Tobirama closed his eyes and held his breath, fearfully focusing on his right hand. And slowly, very slowly he started to feel a faint heartbeat under his fingers. He carefully pulled his hand back and looked at Madara’s face for a moment. He was still unconscious but Tobirama could see his chest moving softly with every breath.

With a sigh of relief, he let himself sink down next to Madara and closed his eyes for a moment. The sharp pain in his shoulder grew with every minute and he clenched his teeth, grabbing the hilt of the kunai with his other hand, trembling at the thought of what he had to do next. He took a deep breath and pulled at the hilt. Tobirama couldn’t stifle the groan when the kunai slid out of his flesh with a squishing sound. He dropped the kunai to the ground next to him carelessly and pressed his hand on the wound, his blood feeling warm against his skin. He needed something to bandage the wound immediately, otherwise he’d not be awake much longer. He had already lost quite a bit of blood during the fight but now that he had removed the kunai, the wound was bleeding heavily.

Tobirama had just made the decision to rip the other sleeve of his jacket off when he heard footsteps approaching rapidly. He barely had the chance to lift his head and recognize who was running towards them through his increasingly hazy field of vision when he already heard someone screaming at him.

“What the fuck is this about?” Hashirama’s voice thundered through the night, drilling into his skull and Tobirama winced. He blinked wearily and somewhere in the darkness above him he could see Hashirama’s horrified face.

“It’s not what it looks like,” he muttered, his voice sounding more washed-out with every word. His body started feeling cold and suddenly he felt the urge to lay down next to Madara and close his eyes.

“What’s going on?” his brother asked and Tobirama thought about replying but he couldn’t find the resolve in himself to do it. Instead, he shrugged helplessly and yelped when another wave of pain surged through his body at the movement.

Hashirama’s voice took on a concerned tone and Tobirama saw him towering over him, his eyes wide opened. His voice was trembling when he asked, “Tobi, are you hurt?”

Tobirama blinked and he felt a hysterical chuckle bubble up in his throat. “I’m fine,” he mumbled, giving his brother a crooked smile.

The fear in Hashirama’s eyes was the last he saw before the world turned black and he felt himself fall.

#madatobiweek2023 #day 6 #naruto #madara x tobirama #madatobi #madara uchiha #senju tobirama #hashirama senju #angst #enemies to lovers #fighting #naruto fanfiction #fanfic #writing

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luchicm04 · 4 days

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Sorry, I couldn't help myself😅

#lost in the forest fic #warring states period #angst #senju tobirama #tobirama x reader #tobirama x oc #ocs #madara uchiha #uchiha izuna #hashirama senju #mito uzumaki #romance #naruto #naruto shippuden #naruto fanfiction #senju touka #memes #naruto memes

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amgeryporcupine · 2 years

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The cheesiest thing that comes to my mind with TobiMada is that Madra technically suffers from the curse of hatred and Tobirama's love could cure him.

Is cheesy but i love it.

Cheesy but angst worthy

#madatobi #tobimada #madara uchiha #tobirama senju #my fanart #cheesy angst #if that's a thing

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issybee06 · 25 days

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Because…

Part iii

Warnings: swearing, the council, violence, blood, poison, field surgery, scars, body image issues, Hatakes has dog teeth, flashbacks of every kind!, drinking

Eesome

(Adj.) pleasing to the eye

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“I don't want to go to the academy, Ka-chan.”

The tall woman sighed, pushing her short red hair out of her face as she dragged the little 5-year-old.

“Chibi-chan…I know you don't want to go, but you have to.”

The little girl puffed her cheeks, glaring forward, “it's gonna stink.”

The red-haired woman sighed, adjusting her yukata as she walked, “and remember, Kushina-san is going to pick you up because I have to return to the capital.”

The little girl frowned, fist-grabbing her dress skirt while she willed tears not to rise. The Academy was in view and she couldn't help but look down at her feet as they walked.

As the got to the entrance the woman smiled, raising a hand in greeting, “Sakumo-kun, hey!”

The white-haired man jumped a bit, startled by the red-haired woman's loud voice. When he saw who it was, he returned the smile and nervously waved back, “Lisa-Hime, Kon'nichiwa.”

He looked down at the small girl, who ducked behind her mother's leg. She peaked out, studying the white-haired man with calculating eyes. Looking to his side, she was surprised to she a mini version of him but with a mask.

She furrowed her brows at him, and he glared back.

The man placed his hand on the little boy's head, ruffling his spiky hair.

“You remember Lisa-Hime, right Kakashi?”

The woman laughed lightly, “Probably not…been a while since we've been away from the capital…”

She nudged the girl out, “(Y/n)…this is my very good friend Hatake Sakumo, and his son Kakashi. Sakumo and I were on the same Genin team.”

The girl cautiously came out from behind her mother, cheeks red as she bowed.

“Its very nice to meet you!”

Sakumo nervously laughed, “gosh, last time you brought her to the village she was just a baby.”

He smiled down at the girl, “it's very nice to meet you too, (Y/n)-hime.”

He nudged the boy, “Kakashi, why don't you and (Y/n)-hime walk to the classroom together?”

The boy frowned but nodded silently, and looked at the Girl.

“…lets go.”

She nodded with a light blush, following him as he walked through the gate.

The parents watched, Lisa biting her thumb nail as she watched the little girl disappear.

Sakumo huffed with a smile, “…never thought we'd be parents.”

Lisa snorted, “I was never going to be a parent, but you? You were always going to be a dad Sakumo, your too…”

He huffed, “too what?”

She smirked, “dog like.”

He pursed his lips, looking away, “…im not dog Like.”

She chuckled, her teeth still butting at her nail.

He looked over at her, frowning at her nail-biting, “I see you still have that habit.”

She narrowed her green eyes at him, and he chuckled.

“I do not, Baka…”

Opening my eyes, I groaned quietly. Inching my way to my alarm clock, I died a little inside when it read “7:20am”.

Great, only 4 hours of sleep.

I rolled onto my back, staring up at the ceiling as Saké jumped onto the bed to great me. He cried, pawing at me as he demanded to be let out of my tiny room so that he could get breakfast. He’ll probably bother Genma for it, Genma usually spoils the Ragdoll by feeding him egg scraps.

I sit up, scooting to the end of the bed before sliding on slippers. Looking down at my cloths, I make a face realizing I slept in my work pants. I kick the slippers off before shimming out of my pants, kicking them to the corner. I go to my draw, pulling out cotton shorts.

After getting redressed, I open my door and almost get tripped as Saké darts between my legs to trot down the hall.

“Fucking cat…”

I stumbled down the hall, accidentally bumping the corner as I entered the kitchen/living room area, and groaned. After living in this apartment for four years, you'd think I'd know how to avoid the corners.

I opened the fridge, grabbing the egg crate and the wet cat food. I placed the crate on the counter before grabbing a small bowl from the shelf and putting a spoonful of wet food in it. I placed it on the ground and huffed a laugh as Saké raced over to pig out.

Genma yawned as he walked out of his room, bare-chested. He scratched his head, squinting his eyes, “w…why the hell are you up?”

I clench my jaw, cracking an egg before putting into the pan.

“Meeting about that S-class poison. Forgot all bout it…”

Genma hums, walking over to rest his chin on my shoulder, “Eggs for me too?”

I smile, patting his cheek, “yeah, you too.”

A lot of people thought we were dating since we live together and are very close, but it was only because we found comfort in each other's company. I wouldn't say I'd never date Genma, but as years have gone by he's become like family to me.

He hummed, “how late will you be?”

Shrugging, I dish out two plates of eggs, purposely dropping a good size piece for Saké.

“Not too late, it's just a meeting.”

He nods, taking his plate to the table as begins to eat. I sit down across from him, blowing on my eggs before putting them in my mouth. Biting down, I felt a crunch and frown when I realized shells had gotten in. Extra protein I guess.

Saké, having finished the scrap I dropped for him, now was weaving his body around our legs and loudly begging for more. Genma giggled like a 5-year-old, dropping more for the Ragdoll. He really did spoil that cat.

I stood, emptying the rest of my eggs onto Genmas plate. “Im running late, clean up for me?”

He made a noise, egg in his mouth and I took it as a ‘yes’. I go down the hall To the bathroom, closing the door behind me and locking it.

I pulled my shirt off, then unhooked my bra with a sigh of contentment. I really needed a bra with a better wire, this one stabbed my armpits and didn't support me at all. I than shimmied out of my shorts and underwear, kicking it to the basket.

I then to the mirror, pulling my short hair into a bun. I frown slightly, eyes catching the long ugly scar going down my front.

Rin… did a good job, but she was mediocre at healing scars. I owe her my life, but I couldn't help the itching in the back of my head that told me that the scar made me…ugly. I, of course, know scars are not meant to be seen as ugly, but as marks that show I was still alive…but I still felt that ich.

Jumping into the shower, I scrub myself down from head to toe in lavender soap. It was calming, and coming from a clan that had animal…characteristics on my father's side, the smell wouldn't be too overpowering. I was also thinking of the Inuzuka that would be present, Inuzuka Tsume, and the silver Anbu that would be hiding in the rafters.

After cleaning, I jump out and towel-dry before walking across the hall to my room, getting a low and teasing whistle from Genma.

I walked back out, hitting Genma in the head with a scroll. I walk to the door, pulling my shinobi sandles on.

“sayonara.”

He grinned, “aw, no good bye kiss?”

He began to pucker his lips, making loud smooching sounds as he tried to grab me. I giggle, pushing his face away, “you wish.”

He gasps dramatically, “Oh dear Princess of Konoha! You wound me so!”

I roll my eyes, “Ittekimasu, Genma.”

He smiles, “Ittekimasu, (Y/n). Be safe out there.”

I smile, standing and opening the door, “I always am.”

…………………………………………..……………………………

“…so as you can see, our research shows that the poison drives from Fungis. Now, if we can narrow down which one, we can create the necessary cure and/or antidote.”

I finish, placing my notes down as the rest of the visible people in the room nod, murmuring.

Tsume huff, “and you suggest that the Inuzukas find this mushroom, yes?”

I nod, “Hai. With your powerful sense of smell, this would be elementary level for you.”

Play her, paise her and she'll take the bait.

The older Kunoichi smirked, “hm, so the Chibi Hatake wasn't up for this?”

I bristle a bit, and Inoichi stands, “Anbu have more pressing missions, you however are free since you are just now come I G out of maternity leave.”

She huffed, “second one was harder to train then Hana, not my fault.”

I smiled, “so will you take the mission?”

She waved me off, and I frowned, “Yeah, yeah. I'll do it, just give me the sent so I can get this over with.”

Setsuko walks out, handing the wolfish woman a glass vial containing the poison. Tsume pops the cap open, and blue fumes waft out. She smifts the air around it, careful not to sniff the actual poison. With a shiver, she seals the Vail, “That's a strong smell, how do you work with this Senju-hime?”

My mouth goes into a straight line, and I don't respond. My father's Side was…a touchy subject.

She hums, handing the Vail back to Setsuko. She stands, and Inoichi and Ibiki stand as well, “Arigatō, Tsume-sama. This is very helpful for us.”

She scoffs, waving Inoicho off, “Call it a favor from an old friend.”

He smiles, and the crowfeet by his eyes become more apparent. He walks out with her, and Ibiki follows after. Setsuko and I begin to clear up the office room, gathering the extra poison vials and notes.

I look up, and I see that stupid dog mask smiling down at me as he crouches on a beam. Setsuko looks over, smiling, “ready?”

I roll My neck, “ah, not yet. I'm gonna hang back and read over the notes one more time. I'll catch up, kay?”

The younger girl blushes, nodding, “H-hai, Senju-hime. See you back at the lab.”

She leaves, slipping out the metal door and closing behind her.

“…shes cute.”

“Shes not your type.”

He jumps down, landing soundlessly onto the table, not even making a tube rattle.

“Maa, I wasn't talking about for me.”

“Shes Not my type either, she's 16.”

He huffs lighly, a laugh.

“16? And working in TI?”

I look boredly over at him, “look who's talking, Mr. “I joined Anbu at 13”.”

He leans back on his hands, crisscrossing his legs as he tilts his head playfully, “I was asked.”

I hum, crossing my arms, “still did it.”

He hums back, tilting his head to the other side, “saw what you did, with Tsume-sama. You played her.”

I scoff, “I did no such thing, honestly I'm appalled you'd even suggest I played a clan head.”

I was grinning, and I could tell he was too busy his his chakra warmed a bit.

I furrow my brows at him, “what?”

He gave a snort of a laugh, “your accent.”

I raise my brow, “accent?”

He raised a hand, gesturing to me, “When you talk for long enough, you say things in a snooty capital accent.”

I scoff, laughing as I shove him, “I do not have a snooty capital accent.”

He laughs, jumping off the table, “you do though! Ever since we were kids!”

I roll my eyes, opening the door as he follows After me.

“I don't have an accent…”

He huffed, walking with md to the lab, “It's gotten less noticeable since you first moved here, but it's there.”

I shake my head, opening the door to the lab and peaking in to make sure Setsuko east in there. Sighing, I open it more.

“It was a light accent when I got here! Barely noticeable.”

He scoffed, walking in as I shut the door. He sat down in my rolly chair, “it was so bad I couldn't understand you for two weeks, (Y/n).”

I shake my head, moving over next to him to place the vials back into their protective case. He leans back, watching me.

“It was not a bad accent...”

He chuckles, “no…it was cute, you used to get so frustrated when people picked on you for it. Never seen someone get so red.”

I scoff, looking down at the dog mask.

“Yeah? And was it cute when I punched Ebisu in the face because of it?”

“No, that was hilarious and I wish I had a video of it.”

I roll my eyes at Him, reading over my notes. Kakashi and I were close…we’d been closed since we first met, considering his close our parents were.

Sure…we didn't talk for a sold 2 years after the nine-tails, but now things started to feel normal…even if it was only when he had that stupid Dog mask on. When he didn't, he got quiet, barely speaking when he did talk, and couldn't hold any eye contact. Kskashi without inu…was the same Kakashi who lost his team and family.

But when he had that mask on, he was hiding that side of him. He was fearless, playful, and more open…

It was Inu, not Kakashi.

“Are you coming with all of us to Ichirakus?”

He shifted s bit, his chakra growing colder.

“Ah, no. I have a mission tonight, sorry.”

I frown a bit, concerned. He had been taking back-to-back missions more often, A and S class mostly. My eyes softened for him, understanding why.

It was his escape, however unhealthy it was, he needed the rush of a mission to keep him going. He craved it, like a drug, and no matter how many times he tries to quit he'd go back full force the next day.

The only way he was leaving the anbu was either being pulled…of death.

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“-AND I WON'T CRY FOR YOU! I WON'T CRUCIFY THE THINGS YOU DoOoO!”

I burst out laughing, leaning drunkenly on Genma as we all watch Gai sing off toon to music from the karaoke massine.

We left Ichiraku hours ago and had stumbled in here after Asuma challenged Gai to a singing competition, and I've got to say, Gsi sure did have some pipes.

Maybe the ciggerets were ruining peoples voices, because Asuma couldn't hold a note to save his life.

Kurenai and Asuma burst out laughing, falling out of their seat as Gai began to dance magic mike style to the music. Gai Really was the life of every party, always so bright and good.

I smiled softly, and I looked over at Genma. Smirking, I follow his eyes to the bar area.

“You should go talk to her.”

His face turned Scarlett, “w-what?! I can't do that!”

I roll mg eyes, “go on. I need the apartment to myself something, you know?”

He kissed my cheek, “thank you wing man.”

I smiled as I watched him go, noticing all my friends were getting tired. Asuma, who was less drunk than Kurenai pulled her up, “I'll walk her Home, you got Gai?”

I nod, smiling, “always.”

“-WE ALL LIVE IN A YELLOW SUBMARINE! A YELLOW SUB-MUFF?!”

I groan, coving the tall mans mouth, “Gai, my love, I beg of you to shut up.”

He smiled lazily, resting his head on mine and we walked to his apartment, “but that song is sooooo youthful.”

I laugh, shaking my head at Him as I help him up the stairs.

“Keys, Gai.”

He clumsily hands them over, and I giggle down at the little turtle charm.

I help him in, steering him towards his room. I wince as I bumps into a corner, but he just giggles.

As soon as he hit his bed, he was out, and I moved his trash can over to his bed if he got sick.

Walking to his kitchen I filled a glass of water up, then went to his bathroom to dig up Advil for his ragging headache that was sure to come in the morning.

After double checking the windows, I close the door behind me. I walk down the stairs, wrapping my jacket closer to my body to protect myself from the cold.

I walked home, eyes on the snowy ground. I was sobering up, and couldn’t help but let my thoughts wonder to my silver headed friend.

He…really was in a hurry to die. Back to back A and S class missions weren’t healthy for any shinobi, especially one with Kakashis mind. It was too…broken, off center.

“I swear, I’m going to force him into therapy..” I mumble as I climb my stairs, opening my door.

I draw back, my sensitive nose filling with the smell of iron.

I draw my kunai out, holding it at the ready as I scan my living room. No one.

I move forward, sensing Chakra from the bathroom.

I silently pad towards the door, kunai up and ready to strike. I twist the knob, and walk in with my sharp canines bared and my kunai raise.

My eyes widen, and I drop the kunai.

“K-Kakashi?”

He looked over at me lazily, sitting in my tub as blood flowed out from his side. Saké, was next to him.

“W-what the fuck?! Why didn’t you go to the hospital?!”

I go to grab him, completely sober now, but he just snaps at me, baring his own canines at me and I only now come to realize both masks are gone.

“N-no. No hospital.” He glares, gasping air as he groans and hits his head on the back wall.

“F-fix me. I-I trust you.”

My eyes widen and I look absolutely terrified, “I-I can’t do medical ninjutsu! You know that!”

He grabs my hand, blood making stains on my skin. His mismatching eyes look at me half lidded, “I. trust. you.”

Then he passes out, slumped over himself and bleeding out in my tub. Of fucking course he does.

I groan, looking up as I will myself not to cry.

“You stupid asshole…”

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