This is kinda rude and pathetic to ask. But your writing always cheers me up and I've been so deep in depression that it's not even funny. But could you write a small drabble about Kakashi x Orochimaru taking care of and raising Mitsuki and Log??? If you don't want to then that's fine ^^ don't feel like you have to write something.
It’s a little startling, justhow often Kakashi sees his father’s smile echoed so clearly in Mitsuki's cheerfulgrins.
Seeing it always gives the samereaction; his breath catches in his throat, his eyes widen, his heart stutters.It’s not pain, the way it might have been before Pein's invasion. It’s not theaching, crushing grief he carried for so many years. This is closer to joy,light and effervescent and full, and Kakashi smiles back, even though Mitsuki isthoroughly occupied with Boruto right now.
“You know, one could say that it’syour smile as well,” Orochimaru say, amused, as he comes to lean against thebalcony railing. Kakashi almost wants to accuse him of reading his mind,but—well. He mentioned it once, helpless in the face of that small connectionthat shouldn’t be, and Orochimaru’s memory is hardly lacking.
“I don’t know what you're talkingabout,” he denies, mostly just to be contrary.
Orochimaru’s expression shadestowards polite disbelief, but he doesn’t call Kakashi on it. “You have goodDNA,” he says instead, gaze flickering back to their son.
Kakashi rolls his eyes, just alittle, because coming from the Sannin that’s absolutely a compliment, but itwould probably send anyone else screaming for the hills. Sometimes Kakashi wonderswhy he doesn’t do the same, except for the fact that he’s always been a littlelight on self-preservation.
Besides, two pieces of his DNAare currently wandering around the Hokage Mansion. Kakashi might not cop tomuch, but that’s…pretty incredible.
“Rogu?” he asks, because heknows from experience that it’s never a good idea to let his older son stay outof sight too long.
Orochimaru’s amusement says thathe sees right through Kakashi’s casual question, and also remembers that time withGai, the melons, and the exploding tags just as clearly as Kakashi does, if likelyfor different reasons.
(Kakashi is scarred, all right? There was definite mental trauma happening thatday, even if Tsunade laughed him out of her office when he told her that.)
“Occupying himself,” Orochimaru saysbreezily, as if that’s any sort of comfort atall. He turns precisely, already stepping back towards their bedroom, andadds, “I'm going to R&D if you—”
“I don’t think so.” Maybe Genma isright about mild insanity and suicidal bravery being the prerequisite forbecoming a jounin—not that he has anyroom to talk, the jerk—but Kakashi grabs him around the waist, dodges theknife-hand blow that would have crushed the windpipe of anyone slower, andsteers him back towards the freshly-made bed. “You're not leaving me here alonewith four children.”
The amusement on Orochimaru’sface is well-hidden behind a veil of black hair and his half-hearted struggles.“Kakashi, Sarada and Boruto are perfectly polite children—”
“One is Sasuke and Naruto's child,and the other is Sakura's,” Kakashi says firmly. “And Mitsuki is terrifying.”
Conspicuously, Orochimaru doesn’targue this point. “I just made the bed,” he complains instead, and when Kakashipauses to eye him disbelievingly, there's a quicksilver flash of a smirk beforea foot is sweeping his legs out from under him.
Kakashi is the Hokage and hasbeen a shinobi for over thirty years now; he’s not about to be taken down by atrick like that, so when he falls he grabs Orochimaru and drags him down ontothe mattress with him. There's a brief but fierce struggle to pin each other—Kakashimostly wins due to extra body mass and feels no shame in admitting it—and whenit ends, Orochimaru is watching Kakashi with narrowed eyes and the shadow of asmirk on his lips.
They're very pretty lips, Kakashithinks, gaze flickering to them, and can see the exact moment Orochimaru catchesit. His eyes darken, features sliding towards smugly amused, and—
Well. Kakashi had never thoughhe’d end up here, that morning when Konoha's most famous semi-pardonedmissing-nin marched into his office with two small children in tow and anaggravated Suigetsu mislabeled my DNAsamples so these are yours, Hatake in explanation. Hadn’t even vaguelyconsidered it, but…he’s come to the conclusion that he doesn’t really mind.
Mitsuki's laugh, loud and brightfrom outside the window, sounds just like his father’s as well.
Carefully, he tugs his mask off,leaning down to kiss Orochimaru slowly and thoroughly. There's a satisfied humas clever fingers curl around the back of his neck, and it’s lazy and languidand full of banked heat.
There's a sudden groan from thehallway outside their bedroom, followed by an annoyed, “Don’t you know how doors work? I don’t want to see that,”and then hurried steps as Rogu retreats with speed.
Kakashi can't help but think ofthat morning, when Sasuke came to drop of Boruto and caught them kissing in thekitchen. Usually Kakashi has to work a lot harder to inflict that level oftrauma on his cute former students, so he’s calling this a good day.
Still. Rogu moving with any sortof alacrity outside of an actual fight, even in the face of parental PDA, isusually a bad sign. Kakashi looks down at Orochimaru, who arches a brow rightback, and has to sit back with a resigned sigh.
Somewhere in the distance, somethingexplodes. Equal odds as to whether it’s Rogu's fault or the Terrible Threesome’s.
“I feel like we should ignorethat,” Kakashi says lightly.
Orochimaru’s smirk is knowing. “Isthe Rokudaime Hokage really afraid of the mischief of children?” he asks, as ifthat’s a fair question at all.
“My children,” Kakashi remindshim, ducking down for one more quick kiss. “Yourchildren.”
With a hum, Orochimaru concedesthe point. “In my defense, I thought I was using the Nidaime’s DNA.”
Like that would have beenbetter. Kakashi lets one raised brow speak for him.
Chuckling, Orochimaru slides outfrom underneath him, as unexpected but lithe as a snake, and rises to his feet.“I'm required at R&D,” he informs Kakashi, flashing him a sly smile. “Havefun with the children, my dear.”
Kakashi groans and feelsentirely justified flopping face-first into the pillows.
Long fingers stroke through hishair, but Orochimaru darts away when Kakashi tries to grab him again. Footsteps—deliberate,Kakashi knows, since the smug bastard can't be bothered to make noise whenwalking at any other time—retreat out the door, and Kakashi sighs, smellingsmoke.
This is definitely payback forwhat he inflicted on his father in childhood, he thinks wryly, levering himselfup. There's no doubt at all.
He grabs the spray bottlesitting on the bedside table, straightens his clothes, and heads out to huntdown his children.
