#chidorki

[honormourn]

Kakashi sighs, fixing his father with one last look, one last chance to give up on their argument before he hooks a finger in his mask and pulls it past his chin. "Dad..." Next, his hitai-ate lands on the table. He pauses to run his fingers through messy, white locks, then reaches to place a hand on top of Sakumo's as lips curve into a gentle smile. "Look at it from my side. The war is over; it's been over. You don't need to fight anymore." For once, Kakashi's able to keep eye contact. "Please?"

The moment he sees his son beginning to tug his mask downwards, Sakumo knows he’s lost their months long battle. It seems ever since the war ended, and even on occasion beforehand, all Kakashi has wanted to talk about is Sakumo retiring from the shinobi force. Constant ‘you’re not getting any younger, dad’ conversations had been met with an equal amount of stubbornness from the man. If Kakashi assumed he would simply stand back and allow himself to be taken off of missions, he had another thing coming. 

But, after a while of it, Sakumo had (unsurprisingly) began to falter in his stance. First and foremost, he was Kakashi’s father. And with the war ended and a new era of peace on the horizon, Sakumo could justify his need to be an option for the higher-ups less and less. A fact that, once apparent, his son had jumped on. Honestly, why did he have to go and raise a kid that was smarter than he was?

❝ There really is no changing your mind on this, is there? ❞ It’s accompanied by a sigh and then a hand scrubbed over the lower half of his face. His son’s newly appointed rank of Hokage aside, he really couldn’t say no when he looked like the splitting image of his mother. Dammit.

Still, he meets his request with hesitance and soon enough, their eye contact is broken as he ducks his head. Retirement? For him? He never figured he would see the day. What was he even supposed to do with all the free time that gave him? Take up a board game? 

A huff of hot air and he’s throwing his hands up slightly, the silence finally breaking as he caves.

❝ Okay, fine. Fine! But, you have to promise to come to me if you ever need help with anything, alright? And I do mean anything, Kakashi. Missions, village decisions, wedding plans, what to have for dinner, any of it. If you promise that then I’ll let you have this like the push-over I am. ❞

He was most certainly going to regret this.

[abyssaldespair]

It almost sounds like velcro as he reaches over his shoulder to pull a dried-up sucker off the back of his jounin vest. How long had it been there? He straightens himself, then fixes Obito with narrow, grey eyes. "We are not children." Despite his unamused tone, Kakashi doesn't discard the candy. Instead, he grabs the other man by his arm before attempting to stick it in his hair. (from the sixth hokage)

@chidorki

He knew it was there the while time, he's been glancing at the candy for maybe 20 minutes. It was about time Kakashi finds it. It wasn't his doing and the fact that it's a sucker, his childhood's signature candy, made him hesitate to point it out. Because of course, Kakashi will think he did it!

"It wasn't me!" Obito is quick to raise his hands in defense. It doesn't stop the now Hokage to attack him with it.

"N-no! No!" Arms try to stop Kakashi from sticking it in his hair, it gets so close--! Then, Obito manages to swipe the offending hand away and run. "Bakashi, I don't even help old ladies anymore! It's not my candy!" They are grown adults...

[deathchill]

blows u a kiss

wow whats this weeb doing in my askbox smh

[honormourn]

"There's a warrant out for my arrest."

Sentence Starter Meme | | Currently: Accepting!

Honest to goodness, Sakumo had only ever tried to do his best when raising Kakashi. Sure, there were times when he likely should have been a bit tougher on him as a child, but all in all, the Hatake figured he had done fairly well for being a single father. 

Or, rather, he always assumed he had done just fine up until the moment Kakashi comes bursting in their front door one quiet spring afternoon, declaring loudly that he has a warrant out. Then, and only then, does Sakumo begin wondering if he actually had done as good of a job as he initially thought. Not that that had any business being analyzed at the moment.

A long-suffering sigh that’s followed closely by him doing his best to maintain his calm in the form of scrubbing both hands over his face several times. It’s fine, he’s sure Kakashi just misunderstood the charges. Probably. However, there’s no thought to even question the legitimacy of his son’s statement – as Kakashi always said, he didn’t enjoy jokes at his own expense – even as he raises up and rushes over. 

First, a scan to make sure there weren’t any injuries that needed treatment on the visible parts of Kakashi’s body. Then, after confirming a lack of immediate danger, he’s moving to wrap an arm around his son’s shoulders to guide him into the front room. The contact lingers even as he moves to sit them both down, side by side and leaning against the base of the couch. A gentle pat to the crown of silver hair and he’s sighing again, this time lighter.

Here went nothing.

❝ Kakashi, you know that as your father I have to ask, so please be truthful with me. What did you do that was bad enough for somebody to want to arrest you? You were only supposed to go and get milk from the store. ❞

[honormourn]

"Drink it, you armadillo."

Sentence Starter Meme | | Currently: Accepting!

All things considered, Sakumo was currently terrified. In fact, he couldn’t recall when he had last time he had felt his heart race quite like it was doing at the moment. Hiding out from enemy shinobi and going on mission after life-threatening mission truly had nothing on the murky, greenish orange liquid that sat on the coffee table before him. Watching him. Waiting.

A sigh, both shaky and tired at the same time, and he’s turning his gaze to the drink’s creator with a look that’s borderline pleading. A silent request for his son to not make him drink yet another kitchen concoction. This was, after all, the thirteenth this week. Surely he had enough empathy to see his old man in distress and find some other poor soul to do this to?

The look doesn’t even begin to phase Kakashi.

❝ Young Sir, if I may be so bold, what exactly is in this… creation of yours this time? ❞ Another glance toward the offensive beverage and his pleading expression is only increasing. As luck would have it, it seems his son’s apparent delight only grows with Sakumo’s desperation. A fact that’s all but confirmed as Kakashi speaks again, this time more insistent. And insulting. If being called an armadillo could really be counted as an insult, he supposed. He certainly felt insulted.

❝ Is that a no from you?❞ Another sigh and he’s shifting to fully look at his son. Here goes one last attempt. All or nothing.

❝ Now, son, I really, really don’t mean to interrupt your creative process, I assure you. But is it truly necessary for it to be me who tests all your experiments? Wouldn’t you prefer somebody else with younger taste buds try it? Like that Uchiha kid, for instance! He usually seems awfully eager to help you. He definitely seems like he would be able to fully appreciate it, doesn’t he? ❞

[abyssaldespair]

@chidorki

When the famous copy ninja Hatake Kakashi deflected from his village, the rumor traveled the entire nation in no time, so of course Obito was fully aware. It surprised him at the time, he never expected Kakashi, Bakakashi lover of the rules, to do such a thing. However, no matter how intriguing that was, he never took the time to investigate the how's and the why's.

The Hatake began working for the Akatsuki recently, he showed himself useful, thanks to him they have very interresting intels on a couple of villages, mostly Konoha. He's been sent on a little mission to gather some more intels recently and Obito decided this was his chance to learn more about him.

For some reason, the Hatake wears a costume... His chakra signature can't cheat though. With confident steps, Obito (now Tobi) enters the bar of the inn Kakashi decided to crash for the night. He doesn't ask permission, doesn't wait for any acknowledgement, and sits at the Hatake's table, in front of him.

"Hello!" What should he say...? "I love your clown costume! Except the hair... The hair is... Hm.. My name's Tobi! We saw each other before." The mask stares into disguised Kakashi's face, the shadows making it look threatening despite the goofy voice that comes out of it.

[mtchstck-a]

@chidorki​ : At first, all Kakashi can do is blink when he turns the corner and meets the sight of Liv standing in front of a flaming trashcan. "Oh-" He scratches the back of his neck before his hand returns to his pocket. As an adult, it's certainly his job to be more concerned about the situation, but she seems to have it under control. "-Do I need to worry about this? Will that go out by itself?"

Liv’s initially a bit alarmed at the presence of an adult in her little corner. She’d been expecting to be yelled at, scolded. But he doesn’t even seem all that alarmed. Maybe mildly inconvenienced, but not alarmed. Weird.

“Yeah.” She informs. Livvy looks back down at the flames, “Probably”

[shareingan-blog]

chidorki replied to your post.

“Bro… it’s not healthy to hold it in that long. Um, okay… so… I’ve only done this with my dogs before. But these are dire circumstances, I guess. Bend over.”

“NO! STAY AWAY FROM ME! KAKASHI, I WILL SCREAM!”