why you leave the naruto boys. (3)
[part one] [part two] part three
(a/n): i’m back baby bitches!
kakashi hatake, orochimaru.
hatake kakashi was the talk of your town every time he set a new record. creating a new jutsu, defeating enemies twice his size, becoming a chunin before he even became a teenager. ensuring konohagakure’s future was safe in his hands.
but, as with many strong shinobi before him, he too was affected greatly by the shinobi way of living.
after his teammates and sensei had passed away, he let his utter loneliness consume himself, his anbu leader position only making him colder.
and that is when you entered his life.
you greeted your childhood classmate in the rare times you saw him, requesting him to stay and chat with you even for a moment.
he never really reacted to you. you assumed it was his mask that hid his thoughts about the matter, but him not seeming exasperated by you was enough to not stop.
and you were alright with that. you had waited for him for a long time, and didn’t mind waiting a bit longer. his solitude gave you the courage to approach him, and you were glad that you could finally atleast talk to him.
til one autumn day, where the both of you were sitting on a tree branch, and you had decided that you had waited long enough.
you had asked him out that day.
there was pain in his eyes, like he knew what was going to happen. like he knew what you wanted. like he knew that he couldn’t give it to you.
he let you down slowly, your tears hurting him. for the first time in a long time, kakashi had felt something, and that was his heart breaking.
he couldn’t bring himself to stop you, he didn’t deserve to. he didn’t deserve to be with you. he was scum after all. scum who failed his sensei and teammates.
he never really saw you much after that day. you had dedicated all your time to training, and he eventually did the same. he drowned himself in work, burying the matter deep in his heart.
throughout the years, kakashi hatake had became copy ninja kakashi and you had become a famed ninja of his caliber.
but being a shinobi didn’t stop you from realising that the war had left many people shaken. you had left konohagakure to aid them.
kakashi supported you, using his hokage position to aid them as much as he could. he had been thinking about things.
the war had left him reconsidering a lot of his earlier notions. he had come to terms with his grief. obito had freed him from his guilt.
he waited patiently for the day you would return. he had something to tell you.
when you had beached on the shore of one of orochimaru’s hideouts, you would have never guessed that it would lead to a running game of cat and mouse with a monster you couldn’t hope to understand.
you were confused. you were supposed to die, giving up all fight and sinking to the bottom of the sea. but when you opened your eyes, you were greeted with the sight that granted you new life. the beautiful snake sannin.
you had made your attraction to him glaringly obvious, and he used that to gain your undying loyalty. you were smart enough to tell, but stupid enough to give in.
it was always hot and cold with him, he made you feel like his most precious possession one moment and just another one of his experiments the next.
but you never faltered. in your determination and obsession with the being orochimaru was, you never failed to try, try and try, determined to win over him.
in your desperation to grab and keep his attention, you became one of his most valuable tools, going on complex missions whenever he commanded you to and protecting him fiercely when he didn’t.
he was a wanted man, a criminal throughout the land and beyond the seas. in spite of this, he had his own ambitions. konohagakure’s destruction.
and you did all you could. infiltrating konohagakure along with kabuto; making your own little life there.
competing in the chunin exams and failing time and time again, to make the dullest portfolio you could muster to hide your talent. all in preparation for when he would arrive.
and he did. after months of rescheduling since he couldn’t stand the tiniest bit of imperfection that would compromise his plan.
the day of the final round of the chunin exams was a sight to see. you could spot him in the crowd by his scent alone; yearning to take his presence in after so long.
mighty snakes and sand shinobi fought against the retaliation of the nin who loved their homeland dearly. all of which had shaken the perfect plan orochimaru-sama had created.
he had clearly underestimated the third and overestimated himself, and was getting overwhelmed by the reaper death seal.
you arrived just in time to see hiruzen on the ground, and the sannin’s with his arms barren, clearly in a state of innate distress.
just when you managed to get his attention, you felt something pass through you. passing his chidori cleanly through your heart, kakashi hatake stood behind you.
you faltered to the ground, your lord’s horrified expression being the the last thing you saw before everything faded.
