Sep 16, 2021
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it tugs at my heartstrings that Iruka's next to Minato and Kushina
Once in a lifetime, you meet someone who changes everything.
100% of Me (Complete)
Part I
Part II
Proof that my mind wander too much: Naruto theory 101
@rinrinp42 I wasn’t kidding when I said that I have a headcanon even for the giant squid. Please ignore the lack of logic.
The giant squid that attacked Naruto and company when he meet Killer Bee was actually a summon from one of his late relatives.
Before Uzushiogakure fell one of the Uzumaki, who had signed the contract with the squids, summoned his most loyal friend and gave them the mission to protect the members of his village who were escaping while the rest keep busy the enemy ninjas. The giant squid sank the invader army to give time to the rest to leave. In that moment he make a vow that no one would hurt an Uzumaki on the sea, vow that he would keep even after it felt his dear summoner falling on battle.
Over the years this loyal squid would keep an eye for any trouble the Uzumaki may have on their territory, listening what the sailors say about what was happening on the surface. More than once he felt the chakra of someone he used to know being cornered and took care of the menace for them. Also one of the things they did after Uzushio fell was hunt down the invaders and drown them on the deep of the sea, later leaving their rests to some hungry and desperate fish, they weren’t going to eat that filthy thing.
They knew the names of some of the Uzumaki since their dear friend had the habit to call them every time he became a father or grandfather to introduce them to the last addition to his family; sometimes he'd even summon them right after the birth much to his wife and kid’s exasperation. The squid keep extra alert when someone mentioned the name Uzumaki and one day by chance it hear a group of enemy nin mention one of the last children’s he meet: Kushina.
Sadly they were too close to the shore to be of much help but when they came back and it feel the imprint of her chakra they didn’t hesitated to sank their ship with everything that was inside, looking carefully at their faces and the headband they wore to recognize the people of their village for future references.
A couple of decades later they were traveling to visit a giant turtle they become acquaintances over the years when they felt their chakra. An Uzumaki who they never met was close to their location.
Careful to not being caught it sailed to their way until they reached a tiny boat with five people on it: Two old ones who looked like civilians, a scarecrow look-alike ninja and three kids. The first two weren’t anything especial (if it could they would shake their head about how low the ninjas must've fell if with those tiny reserves they let them out of school) but the third one…
Even if he look different that his ancestors, the squid would never mistake the feeling of his chakra, that unique mix of wind and sea and iron that they had missed so much. An Uzumaki, but not any Uzumaki, a direct descendant of their dear summoner.
Title: 100% of Me
Fandom(s): Naruto
Pairing(s): Killer Bee & reader. Shikamaru x reader.
Request: Yes, but I also wanted to because Shika is bae
Requester: @supremethunda
Summary: Mess with me? I’ll let karma do it’s job. Mess with my family? And I become karma.
Warning(s): Violence, mild spoilers if you haven’t watched the show. Angst. Canon divergence.
This is a requested fic but it’s also very self indulgent.
I believe this mini series will have only two parts.
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You’d grown up with the intimate knowledge that your time on this earth is limited, precious, and yes, it is as morbid as that sounds. Most children probably learned nursery rhymes and were read bedtime stories, while on the flip side, you’re educated with philosophical debates and encouraged to listen in on or actively participate in heated diatribes about foreign policy before you were even fully potty trained.
Such is the life of an unusual clan such as yours, more specifically, as the Clan Heir, and you didn’t try to fight it, didn’t even consider that it might be strange that the adults around you talked to you as if you were already their equal.
“Geez!” A finger jabbed your ticklish side and you let out a snort, slapping your hand the other brown skinned girl next to you. “We’re supposed to be coloring, [Your Name]. You don’t gotta do your homework now.”
Confused, you looked at the papers on the ground, only to hunch your shoulders in on yourself, embarrassed, as you realized that you’d scribbled in tiny, cramped writing, some algorithms and equations. “S-sorry, Momo-san...”
Momo reached out and squished your cheeks. “Call me Momo-nee-chan. We’re the same age.” You let out garbled complaints. “...I got an idea! Let’s go outside and play tag.”
“T...ag? What is that?” You tilted your head to the side, confused.
“Just come on and I’ll show you.” Momo tugged your hand until you stood up and then tugged you out the door.
It’s largely in thanks to Momo that you found a small modicum of normalcy, a sliver of childish joy. Like a plant growing beneath sunshine, slowly, bit by bit, you came into yourself as a person with their own ideas and dreams, ambitions.
On your sixth birthday, any and all illusions of freedom are thoroughly dashed.
“Mama, Papa...what’s...what’s going on? Why is the clan gathered here, and, and Raikage-sama, I, I don’t...” You were so nervous, you couldn’t stop rambling. “W-What is that on the ground, what is that?”
There’s a seal on the ground, your uncle, Dashi, sitting there on the outskirts of it.
“[Your Name].” Your mother kneeled to your level, hand cupping your cheek and forcing you to make eye contact; it was like looking in the mirror, the two of you looked alike. “It’s okay, honey. I know you’re scared, but your father and I will be with you the whole time.”
“Promise?” Your voice wobbled.
“Of course we will.” Your father interjected, he reached out and took your hand, his hand so large that it dwarfed yours. He smiled comfortingly, his eye color and nose being the only thing you inherited from him looks-wise, as his skin was a healthy pale shade. “Don’t worry. We’ll never leave you.”
“Take a deep, deep breath, honey.” Your mother encouraged as your uncle picked up the ink brush.
That day, your status as the Clan Heir is officially recognized.
You’re covered in a full body seal in the form of inky black vines and budded roses. You could do nothing but lay in bed, aching, as your parents whispered to you intimate details about the Clan. That we’re a nomadic people, how before even joining Kumo, the very first clan head were good friends with the Uzumaki who lived in Uzushio.
“Not that it stopped the clan from taking part in Uzushio’s destruction.” Your mother seemed melancholic. “Honey.” Your father murmured warningly. “I’m just saying, it’s such a waste...”
“So, so... are we bad?” You asked hesitantly.
There’s a beat of silence.
“It’s not bad to be loyal to your leader and village.” Your father remarked carefully. “But our loyalty has always been in question.”
With a sinking feeling in your chest, you finally realized exactly why the Raikage had been there, now.
Now that your eyes were wide open, it was impossible to see things from a childish perspective ever again. The childhood friendship you’d formed with Momo, the only good thing you’d had going for you, died a slow death. At first, she did try and continue to befriend you, over and over, and over and over again, but at some point, people do get tired.
It was no different for her.
And so, with your attention firmly devoted to your studies to learn your duties, about the seal on your body, and preparation as a shinobi, you became even further entangled with the Clan.
Life changed and evolved in snippets for you.
At eight, your mother and father, Kumo’s second best strategic duo team, died while on a mission. Since the Clan wasn’t too huge, the next one in line for succession would be you, but since you were (physically) still a child, it was decided that your Uncle Dashi would be interim Clan Head until you’d achieved Chunin rank. Momo became the princess of the clan and wasted little time in snubbing you.
Or tried.
You were too focused on learning and training to pay her any real mind.
By the time you turned nine and were a genin, that’s when you met him.
“You’re holding it wrong, fool ya fool!”
Blinking, your concentration is shot, and you winced as you nicked yourself with the sword that you’re training with. Hissing between your teeth, you quickly clamp a hand over the cut, and glance up....and up. “O-oh, it’s just you, Bee-sama.”
“That’s Lord Eight to you, fool ya fool!” Bee chided. He stepped forward cautiously, looking at you like you were a paper bomb set to go off. After a second or two of just staring at each other, he edged even closer, reaching out to touch your injured hand. “...It was my fault. Let me see the damage, I’ll check and see if I can manage or if a medic nin, you need.”
Hesitantly, you showed him.
It’s impossible to know his thoughts due to the shades he wore though he did frown. Regardless, he reached into his pouch, kneeled down and pulled out some ointment, disinfectant, and bandages. You tried to protest the use of bandages since it was just a little cut, but he ignored your words.
“Why are you out here so late, and unsupervised?”
For a moment, you just stared at him. Maybe longer than a moment since he flicked your forehead. “Hey!” You cry out indignantly, slapping a hand the bruised area, though the flick barely even stung.
“You deserved the reprimand, staring’s not cool, fool ya fool!”
After that, Killer Bee just kept popping up. He loved to tease you and you couldn’t ever not respond. The citizens got used to seeing the two of y’all near each other over the next couple weeks, and then, months.
Then in what felt like a blink, those months became years. Even when he got a genin team of his own, nothing changed.
“You became Chunin, it’s so dope, that’s the best, raise your head up high, fool ya fool!” Bee was smiling more than you are, causing a whole commotion in the restaurant. Not that anyone would kick out the Raikage’s brother.
“I feel like you’re making a big deal out it more than I am. Geez, dad, so embarrassing.” As you go to lift your ceramic cup of tea to your lips, what you said suddenly sunk in.
Terror exploded through your being.
It’s one thing to always see a prominent figure who wrapped your wounds, fed you out of his own pocket, and generally taught you everything you know, and did this everyday. That’s like a sensei, right? Or a responsible adult figure. Not, not--
“I think I’m allowed to be a proud father of your accomplishments.” Casual as can be, Killer Bee slung his arm around your left side, tugging lightly and you leaned into him without protest. “There aren’t a lot of people like you, [Your Name]. I’m happy and proud to know you.”
Tears blurred your vision and you knew if you opened your mouth, a sob would break free, so instead, you grit your teeth and kept silent.
Thankfully, Bee was used to your temperament and turns in moods having seen just about everything there is to know about you over the last four years. He didn’t speak or try to make you talk.
Once the celebration was over though, before you could go back home, he gave you an actual hug and you instinctively half resisted for less than a minute, and then you clung to him.
Unfortunately, Killer Bee couldn’t actually, legally adopt you. It didn’t matter since people had taken to calling you his kid regardless. Even the Raikage gave you funny looks occasionally, no longer suspicious, just bemused.
For the next year and a half, the two of y’all navigated the new roles of this familial bond. Or rather, now you were acknowledging that all the teasing and his care for you had never been as a Sensei, as a spectator merely attempting to mold a member of the younger generation into a loyal Kumo kunoichi. He had seen your loneliness, your fear of attachment, and it resonated with something inside him, something he didn’t want to acknowledge, but had to in order to actively help you.
As a gift for your fifteenth birthday, of course, naturally, things had to go to absolute shit. The Akatsuki struck. More to the point, it’d sent a team lead by the missing nin, Uchiha Sasuke, to capture Killer Bee; they succeeded.
You’d trashed your whole room when you got the news.
Before you could sink into despair, Bee’s team approached you.
“Konoha? Why...” None of them acknowledged how hoarse your voice is. “...Oh.”
Karui predictably snapped and reached out, grabbing your shoulder. You reacted on instinct, stepping into her personal space and placed a kunai to her throat. Tension flooded the room. Samui and Omoi also had their weapons drawn and pointed at you. “You, you don’t even care about Sensei, do you?! You’re just going to sit in your fancy pants room in your fancy clan house, and cry, like a baby!”
“Sage save me from idiots who only charge ahead with their fists!” You retorted, exasperated. “If you have a plan, fill me in.” With that, you lowered your weapon. After a minute or two, Samui and Omoi followed suit. Karui reluctantly let you go.
Ay-sama almost denied letting the team go because Samui advocated for you to accompany them as well. However, even he must miss his brother, because he caved surprisingly easily after less than ten minutes of persuasion.
The initial plan was to approach the Godaime, Senju Tsunade, about information on the traitor, Uchiha Sasuke, and while you wanted to put stock in the fact that Konoha’s citizens would realize that keeping information about a psychotic criminal would be only to their detriment, this was indeed Konoha, who preached that peace loving propaganda to anyone within earshot.
The second layer of the plan was that Kumo had intentions to open up trade with the Hidden Leaf village, or more specifically, your clan did and the Raikage only tentatively permitted such a thing.
Naturally, you didn’t expect it to be very feasible, you weren’t really sure if Tsunade was swallowing any of this. The cynical part of you strongly doubted this whole operation, but you endured her scrutiny with impressive nonchalance. Ay-sama crushed his office walls with his bare hands when he got pissed enough, that was scary.
The silence in this office right now? Not high on the list of scariness.
And then she brought in a Nara, and, okay, it got a little scary.
Luckily he was the same age as you, or close enough, and was the epitome of lazy indifference, scanning your figure from head to toe (wow, this is an inappropriate time to notice a cute boy, brain) before standing straight before his Hokage.
“Shikamaru, this is Chunin [Last Name] [Your Name]. A representative of an established and respected clan in Kumogakure interested in trade negotiations.” Tsunade rested her chin atop her clenched fist, her brown eyes on both you and this Shikamaru fellow. “Will you show her around?”
‘If I could punt you into the sky, I would.’ You thought savagely while giving Tsunade a bland smile, turned to Shikamaru and bowed lightly. “If it wouldn’t be a bother, Nara-kun.”
As you straightened back up, you caught a flash of understanding, that famed Nara brilliance, before he caught you watching him, and then it became inscrutable. “It wouldn’t be a bother at all, hime-sama.” He was half turning away, opened the door, stepping to the side and gestured you forward.
“After you.”
You glanced at Samui, Omoi and Karui in passing and bowed to Tsunade before you exited the room first. This operation was already setting up to be wholly irritating and it’d only just started.
Title: 100% of Me
Fandom(s): Naruto
Pairing(s): Killer Bee & reader. Shikamaru x reader.
Request: Yes, but I also wanted to because Shika is bae
Requester: @supremethunda
Summary: Mess with me? I’ll let karma do it’s job. Mess with my family? And I become karma.
Warning(s): Violence, mild spoilers if you haven’t watched the show. Angst. Canon divergence. Pre-relationship. Awkward reader is awkward. Horrible flirting attempts. Cussing.
Part I.
This is the end, yiis. Don’t worry, there will be a sequel that will cover the reader’s part in the Fourth War. If you guys liked this, reblog and comment, or leave likes!
~
You had to give the guy credit.
The Nara boy, Shikamaru, knew how to play tour guide. Or, putting it plainly, he showed you decent and tourist friendly areas while avoiding the main roads.
Oh, he was subtle about it, and if you were actually interested in opening trade with Konoha, this would actually be of interest. However, you weren’t and you were carefully cataloging streets, paying attention to detail and making sure to memorize things in case things went belly up for some reason.
Just because on paper, technically, Kumo and Konoha weren’t at war, it didn’t mean they couldn’t or wouldn’t be in the future. Especially due to the fact that it was an ex Konoha nin that’d abducted Killer Bee.
Lord Ay is not a man known for his patience or subtlety, and if Bee were hurt, or...
‘Don’t think it. Not yet. Not without a body.’
“Is everything alright, hime-sama?”
Abruptly brought out of your musings, you casually met the eyes of your escort. Mentally chastising yourself for letting yourself let your guard down, the probability of an ambush or attack high, you smiled at the other teen gazing at you with a blank expression, one hand in his pocket, his stance casual and relaxed. ‘Quick, think of something to throw him off your trail!’
“I was just wondering if there were any date spots?” The minute the words left your mouth, that was the second that you wanted to punch yourself in the face. “I mean, certainly a cute guy like yourself knows all about that.” Repeatedly. Just...put yourself out of your own misery.
You sounded like any number of those ninja washouts during your pre-Genin years.
He stared at you in silence for a moment, and then his hand raised to the nape of his neck, eyes darting to the side. Clearing his throat, he glanced back at you, and, “We should... keep going down this road. There’s a restaurant that sells sticky buns.”
‘OMG, he’s taking me seriously?!’ Inwardly, you were spazzing out horribly, though none of this showed on your face and despite desperately wanting to change the subject, to say that this was all just a big misunderstanding made by your classic foot in mouth syndrome, your feet are moving and you followed after him obediently, dumbly, as he started walking again.
After a minute of silence, watching his back, observing his lazy gait, you’re about to say something else. Potentially something stupid again, but a flash of deep black hair, almost blue-violet beneath the gleam of the sun, caught your attention. The person that unique coloring soon came into better focus.
“Hinata.”
For the first time since you’d met him, you could actually see that he’s tense. It’s not obvious in his voice, but you’d been watching him closely so you take note that he’s half shifting into a subtly defensive stance, whether to protect his comrade or protect you, you couldn’t tell.
“Shikamaru, I--”
Pupiless lavender eyes are on your face. Byakugan. Hyuga.
Anxiety washes through you. Several exit strategies start whirling through your brain, half formed conversations and mild threats or pointed remarks, all of which you never knew what you’d say because at that moment, you feel the familiar brush of Samui’s chakra against yours seconds before she appeared.
“[Your Name]. Come with me, there’s been...” The blonde stopped talking immediately as she realized exactly who is standing on this little back road and her blue eyes go flat, neutral. “Excuse us. We must be leaving.”
“...Troublesome.” You raised an eyebrow at Shikamaru, about to say something potentially stupid or scathing, or both. “Do you at least want to wait for those sticky buns?”
“Excuse us.” Samui’s hand is on your shoulder. You glance at the Hyuga again, Hinata, and she’s staring back with those strange eyes of hers, and it's really fucking unnerving but then the world blurs as the two of y’all shushin away.
You can’t even bother to be upset. Not when you and Samui meet up with Karui and Omoi who had done far worse than you on this mission. Because really, beating up a Konoha citizen, perhaps the hero who saved the village from Akatsuki’s Pein.
“What the fuck?” Hand going to your forehead, you tried to stave off the headache you could feel building in your temple. “I mean, really. What. the. actual. fuck?”
“I did what I had to do.” Karui bristled. “He was hiding information about Sensei!”
“No, you did what you wanted to do, ruled by emotion.” You corrected. “Wars have started for less. The next time, show some tact and think--”
“And what are you going to do if I don’t?” Karui cut you off, stomping up to you.
“If I were you, I’d think very carefully--”
“You think just because Sensei had pity on you, that you can presume to actually believe you’re someone of importance?” Karui cut you off again, face twisted in a sneer. “Everyone knows what your clan’s about, what you’re about--”
“Both of you enough.” Samui stated sharply, cutting Karui off brusquely. “We must get this information to Raikage-sama. Childish feuding can wait until we’re back in the village.”
And even though that was the end of that, as they say, Karui’s words reverberated through your brain continuously. You didn’t show how much those words hurt you, you pretended as if Karui simply did not exist. Oh, you were able to push your feelings aside while the four of you transversed the distance in Hi no Kuni, hoping to come into contact with the Raikage while he was en route to the Summit but beyond that professional courtesy?
It was a done deal when you got home.
You thought you’d never see Konoha nin again. However, you were wrong. Samui, Karui, Omoi and yourself were actually tailed by three of them, pointed out by C. Not knowing how to react, you bit the inside of your cheek to stop from frowning.
The conversation that ensued was...bizarre.
“I want you to cancel the disposal order on Uchiha Sasuke.” The blonde said bluntly. You blinked, surprised. Shocked by his audacity. And yet, he didn’t stop there. “I know it sounds ridiculous but this is the only way I know how to say it! I don’t want my friends or the Cloud to fight for vengeance!”
Ay-sama didn’t say a word. He just started walking away.
The blonde, Naruto, didn’t let that deter him. He actually jogged to catch up with him and stood in his path, falling to his knees, right then and there. “I’m begging you! I don’t want us killing each other out of vengeance anymore!”
‘Did this guy suffer a blow to the head or something? Who behaves this improperly?’ You’re getting secondhand embarrassment for the guy, especially since Ay-sama isn’t moved by such fanciful rhetoric and merely walked around Naruto, continuing on forward.
You glanced at Darui and C, and the others, but they were staying put for now. Keeping an eye on the big threats, like Hatake and the other nin.
“Sasuke...he only thought of vengeance. I don’t want anyone else to become like Sasuke! That’s why...”
“And what about Bee’s team and family?” At last, Ay-sama spoke, and his question, it sounded more like a statement. “You have the nerve to grovel and plea and sob before his daughter, spouting such soft hearted drivel...and expect, what, mercy?”
“Raikage-sama.” Hatake attempted to speak up but Ay-sama merely glanced at him and he subsided.
“What say you, [Your Name]?” You glanced at your village leader in surprise. “It is not only myself that has been wronged today, after all.”
This is obviously a test. No one would be idiotic enough to defy the Raikage, and he’d already made up his mind. It didn’t matter that you already one hundred percent agreed with everything he said.
Watery azure eyes focused on you and while you felt a twinge of....something at the pitiful sight, you were altogether unmoved. Thankfully, C covered the silence with blunt facts and soon enough, the rest of you were moving out as Ay-sama delivered the final, ominous warning.
“The Akatsuki will be branded as wanted fugitives and soon not only just I, but the entire world will hunt down Uchiha Sasuke.”
If you were the superstitious sort, you’d have believed that such a statement was the promise or prelude of something even worse, something you’d hoped to never to see in your lifetime. War only brought suffering, and if the people of Konoha were stupid enough to let one missing nin be the catalyst for that...
‘Then I won’t hesitate.’
This is a request for @supremethunda who wanted flirty/teasing Kiba. Here you go, hon~
“Thanks for all your help again, Karui!” You say gratefully, after adjusting the final box in the small space on the shelf. “You’re a lifesaver!” Dusting your hands off on your pants, you turn to look at the red-haired teen. “If you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”
“Since you brought it up...”
‘I didn’t mean now, immediately. Jeez...’
Putting on your best smile, you look at the younger girl, wordlessly encouraging her to speak, “What is it?”
“Choji asked me on a date.”
The words come out rushed, unintelligible.
Brows furrowing, you ask her to repeat herself. And with an embarrassed grumble, she does. You get the whole story out of her, that she thought the burly Konoha nin was cute and had been cautiously flirting with him for awhile but he hadn’t responded to any of her obvious hints.
Until now.
Apparently he had noticed but was insecure and worried that he’d misread the signs.
“He called me beautiful.” Karui said in a slightly awed, slightly disbelieving tone.
“Well, you are.” You state pointedly. “There aren’t any ugly people in our family, little cousin. Ugly personalities? Eh...” Waving a hand dismissively, as if to wave away the wayward thoughts. “I’m glad that he’s come to his senses and decided to take you on a date.”
“But that’s it, that’s it! I can’t go on this date by myself.”
You’re so terribly lost. “Why not? You like him, you said it yourself. Repeatedly.”
“I’ve never been on a date! I don’t know what to do, what to wear, how to act!”
Face going slack with shock, you mumble, “But Omoi...”
“How many times must I tell you I don’t and never did like that idiot?!”
Waving your hands in front of yourself, you chuckle nervously. “Okay, okay.” There’s a brief knock and you turn your head in time to see the knob twist before the door opened. A pure, snow white canine slipped through the crack and ran up to you, licking your cheek, tail wagging. “Akamaru! Heeey, boy.”
“I swear, it seems like he likes you more than me sometimes.” A handsome and tall, tan shinobi with short dark brown, nearly black, hair, two red marks on both cheeks, commented as he stepped through the doorway next.
“He does not like me more. Do you, Akamaru?” You scritched behind the dog’s ears.
“Woof-woof!”
“See?! Ahh, I knew it!” You’re about to interject and object but then he’s leaning into your space, kissing your forehead and your heart skipped a beat. “It’s okay though. I think you’re pretty amazing, too.”
“Barf.” Karui deadpanned. You nearly jumped out of your skin, having forgotten that your cousin is still in the room. “Before you two get anymore obnoxious, I do need an answer to my question, Y/N. You too, Inuzuka.”
“Wait, what’s going on?”
Sighing noisily, you clasped hands with the taller boy. “Kiba, how do you feel about going on a double date...tomorrow?” Karui shrugged. “Tomorrow with Choji and my cousin? If you don’t have plans, of course.”
“I really don’t want to.” Kiba responded bluntly, tactlessly, and your expression unwittingly crumpled at his quick reply. Akamaru woofed. “I mean, I do want to, always, with you, but not with anybody else, and I just, ohh man...” Roughly running both hands through his hair, he sighed explosively.
“...Okay. Double date, I’m up for it.”
“Eeee! Thank you, thank you, Kiba!” You throw your arms around his shoulders and hug him tightly. He blushed, flustered by the contact but quickly hugged you back.
“I think I just threw up in my mouth. I’m out of here.”
“Wait, Karui! I have to help you find something decent to wear tomorrow. And your hair...”
So that’s how you and Kiba ended up spending the day with your cousin in preparation for the date. It’d been bumped to Saturday, thankfully, so that gave you enough time to find the perfect outfit for both you and your cousin, while giving her advice on how to act and how to sit, which she kept vetoing so in the end you just told her the classic ‘be yourself’ line. Hours before the actual date, you did Karui’s hair up in an elaborate, pretty Lightning Country style and when there’s a knock on the door, she’s freaking out pretty hard.
“I don’t think I can do this. This is, what if he doesn’t, I don’t, I’m scared, I mean, not scared--”
“You are a Kumogakure kunoichi, student of Killer Bee-sama. A survivor of the Fourth Shinobi World War and totally amazing.” Hands on her shoulder, you give her a little shake. “You got this. Say it back to me.”
Dutifully, she repeated what you told her. And again when you urged her to do so. And again once more before you opened the front door, revealing Kiba (with Akamaru, ofc) and Choji, both boys dressed up nicely. Choji had a bouquet and shyly offered it to Karui, in an even shyer tone commenting that she looked even more beautiful than normal.
Points to him.
Kiba had only one flower and he pecked your right cheek in greeting. “Just when I think I can’t be a luckier guy, you turn around and prove me wrong every time.” He grinned wildly, a feral air about him that had initially attracted you to him in the first place. “You’re a total knock out, Y/N!”
Hand in front of your mouth, amused beyond belief and a bit embarrassed by his final comment, delivered loudly, so that both Choji and Karui heard it, still, you smiled. “Thank you, Kiba. You too, you’re really handsome.”
“They’re being obnoxious again. Let’s go ahead of them, ‘kay, Choji?”
“Eh? Eh? Ah, okay...”
“So, after this date, we can come back here and hang out some more, right?” He rubbed the back of his neck, a faint blush turning his face a bright red. Kiba isn’t subtle at all but that’s a good thing. You never asked for the complicated bad boy who’d broken a million hearts, just one guy who’d treat you well.
This guy who always treated you well.
“Play your cards right and maybe...” Poking his side, you walk around him, heading for the door. Kiba’s only a step behind you and takes your hand while Akamaru takes up the rear.
Just like you thought, the Sakura Viewing date is a success, at least partially. Karui had her hang ups and Choji is unreasonably shy so they were kind of awkward. They were kind of acting like two best friends in a social gathering. You wanted to bang your head against the wall. Before you could urge Kiba to get Choji to do something, take the initiative and put his arm around her, a... You hated to say it but this guy was extremely ‘douchey’, and he radiated smugness as he sidled up next to your cousin, murmuring something in her ear before touching her shoulder.
“The hell?” Kiba muttered. He had better hearing than you did and you’re about to ask him what’s going on when he shoved Choji’s shoulder none too gently. “You gonna let that ass make a move on your girl and just stand here?”
“She’s not my girl.” Choji mumbled. “Karui can do what she wants, she’s her own person, not a possesion.”
“Do you know what I’m hearing? Bawkaaa, bawkaaaaaa!” He poorly imitated a chicken. Akamaru woofed behind him. “And I’m not letting this go down.”
“Wait, what are you do--” Choji reached out to stop him but Kiba shrugged him off. He marched right over there and you followed, if only to attempt to stop the inevitable fight. When you came closer, you heard the guy asking if Karui wanted to go back to his apartment and--
Well, you didn’t know what came over you. It was like a red haze or something.
You just grabbed him by his shoulder, lifting him bodily by his jacket, feet dangling off the ground, before tossing him. Karui stared at you with wide eyes for a second before laughing.
“And the Red Fist strikes again. My hero.”
“S-Sorry.” Chuckling sheepishly, you rubbed the back of your neck.
“No apologies. That was hawt!” Kiba declared. “Do it again.”
Douchey Boy apparently had friends (shocking) and they were surrounding you. You were about to make a quip and potentially, most likely, escalate the situation but before you could, Choji’s voice called out, screaming his Clan’s signature jutsu and his oversized hand clenched around them all, scooping them up like little pin balls.
“Aww, yea! That’s what I’m talking about, Choj!” Kiba whooped. “Akamaru!” Said canine woofed, already knowing what he wanted and they performed the Beast Human Technique, becoming perfect copies of Kiba, followed up by the Gatsūga; the giant whirlwinds went in a semi circle, knocking the idiots into the air and far, far away.
“...I take it back. That was so cool!” Karui clenched a fist, thrusting it into the air, grinning widely. “Let’s do a repeat. A do-over.” She insisted as she ran over to Choji and linked arms with him again. “Throw him into the sky for me?”
Choji blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Ah, well...”
Mission accomplished you mouthed to Kiba who used his index finger to rub underneath his nose, all smug confidence and superiority. Then he grabbed the remaining douchey boy by the back of his neck, dragging him off to the mission tower and you follow, all but skipping really.
A-Ahem. Yes. It’s a successful date after a minor, annoying hiccup.
Karui and Choji become a couple and share their first kiss (so you spied a little, who can judge you?) and Kiba won you a prize from the stand and you gave him a kiss, keeping it light and PG-13 because kiddies are around.
I dunno what the heck is going on. It was supposed to be smut but this happened instead.
Part I.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ohkBAS4dWfI
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You know instantly that this isn’t Kumo primarily due to the smell.
Although there isn’t a distinct ‘smell’ for lightning, in your village, it’s always a bit muggy, like after a day of thunder storms. The feeling leaves you feeling drowsy and content to stay in bed until Ay or Kirabi decide to be a nuance and come get you for one reason or another.
Back to the matter at hand, this isn’t Kumo. It’s too... What’s the word you’re searching for? The person behind you shifts and you keep your body lax even as you’re prepared to attack and defend, possibly restrain, if necessary.
“You are in Konohagakure no Sato, in my flat to be specific, the time is 11:56 A.M. It’s a Saturday.”
‘Well, this is unexpected.’ You think to yourself as the soft baritone of Konoha’s Copy Ninja reaches your ears and although you’re still wary, still on guard, some of the tension seeps from your body. Logically, you know that he wouldn’t attack you while... Pausing, you shift a bit, only to belatedly realize that you’re naked underneath the sheets.
Calm down. Don’t lose your temper or panic.
Turning to face the Konoha nin, you see that he’s actually above the covers, hands folded neatly behind his head, seemingly nonchalant and relaxed, but you know better. You both know better.
“Nothing happened. You were drunk.” Kakashi stated simply, gaze focused on the ceiling. “I found you in the process of propositioning a tree actually.”
You throw an arm over your eyes, groaning. “No.”
“Mmhm.” There’s faint amusement in that little hum. “I think the tree turned you down because you were about to kick it over when I stopped you. And that’s when you started...” he paused. “You were upset about being rejected.” So you probably made a spectacle of yourself by crying. You always got emotional with too much drink in your system; it was the only outlet you had for tears and one you carefully avoided abusing. “I tried to explain that it was a tree but you weren’t trying to hear that.”
Again he paused, this time for a long time.
“That doesn’t explain why I’m naked and in your apartment.” You wanted to know. Even if it (most likely) was embarrassing.
“You had a lot of...” He mulled over his choice of wording before shrugging. “Unflattering and untrue things to say about yourself. I tried to comfort you but I was terrible at it, obviously, because you only became more upset and...” Kakashi exhaled. “You propositioned me.”
There’s a long few minutes of silence on both ends. He’s waiting for you to blow up, obviously, while you’re internally having a meltdown though you don’t show it on your face. “...Can you tell me what I said, exactly? Did I get naked while doing that?”
“It wasn’t...bad.” He hedged. “It was actually, rather...Sweet, cute? A little awkward.” You stare at him flatly and he sighed. “You said, and I quote, “‘You are an amazing strategist. I like the way you take charge. Show me your Raikiri!’, so not exactly propositioning now that I think about it. At least not entirely? You only got handsy after I reached out to steady you when you tripped. Then you threw up all over my sandals, which, thank you by the way. And you only stripped when we got here because you said that you slept nude at home?” He raised an eyebrow but you didn’t say anything and so he continued, “That’s when you just laid on the floor and it looked terribly uncomfortable and hard on your back.”
“So you let me sleep in your bed.”
“I let you sleep in my bed.” Kakashi nodded. “I wasn’t taking the floor because this is my bed.”
“And so you shouldn’t. Feel uncomfortable in your own home, of course.”
There’s another long silence.
“Do you want coffee?” “I should probably be going now.”
You both spoke at the same time. Then had a small laugh over how awkward things were. You were adults. Had fought in countless battles and survived untold horrors.
This was silly.
“I really should be going. Don’t want nii-san popping up to come get me.”
He blanched, you were certain of it. “Right. I washed your clothes. Let me go get them for you. Stay under the covers.”
Sitting up in the bed after he left the room, you ran your hand through your hair, feeling a dull throbbing sensation behind your eyelids but it’s nothing that you can’t handle and ignore.
‘You’re a Kumogakure kunoichi, do better.’ Though after all that had happened, you couldn’t see yourself as needed. Now you could finally ‘retire’. How strange, that against all the odds stacked not in your favor, you’d done the impossible. Lived to be in your thirties. What are you going to do now? With the world at peace? Really at peace, not just pretending.
“Hey.” You catch a whiff of...a woodsy type of smell. The bed dipping underneath Kakashi’s weight and his hand is on top of the crown of your hair. “Whatever you’re thinking. Just let that go, okay? For now. Let it go and empty your mind.” His hand shifts to the nape of your neck, drawing you forward and you don’t fight him, you’re just so tired, so bogged down. “Just let it go.”
“I’m hungover and I’m tired.” You muttered, feeling that itchy, uncomfortably burning sensation behind your eyelids.
“Mmhm.”
Kakashi doesn’t say anything about how you’re soaking his shirt with tears. How you’re clinging to him a little and choking down sobs. But when your hands drift underneath his shirt, he stops you.
“Not like this.” He says simply. “I’m not saying ‘No’. I’m saying let’s put a pause on this. You’re hungover and tired, your brother is probably looking for you.” Kakashi reminds you of the excuses, giving you an out, knowing you don’t really want to do this, you just want to forget; and as the king of unhealthy coping habits, he doesn’t want to see you do this to yourself.
You nod, swiping at your eyes and trying to put up walls around your heart again. “You’re right.”
Then he surprises you by kissing you on the forehead, the sensation strange because he’s still wearing his face mask, and then he leaned down to whisper against the shell of your ear, “Though, if you decide to visit sometime, and you’re sober? Ask me again.”
POOF!
He dispelled, Kage Bunshin.
Good timing too, because your face feels hot to the touch and you probably look like an idiot with the way you’re gaping. Shaking your head minutely, you glance down to see your clothes neatly folded next to you. Getting dressed slowly, you look around the room, looking, looking and ‘Aha!’ find a notepad and pen, writing something down and placing it where he can find the note.
Then you open the window, disabling the traps. Glanced back only once more before leaping out of it. When Kakashi comes back into the room ten minutes later, he re-sets the traps and closes the window.
Turning around, he catches sight of the little gift you left.
He’d deny it to his dying day but knows that’s he’s blushing.
I wasn’t talking about the jutsu, Raikiri.
Karui + badass for: anon.