"Hold Me Tight, Just For Tonight..." - KakaSaku (Valentine's special.)
"It's Cold Outside. Warm Me Up?" - ItaSaku - Ongoing
"Despite Everything, He Still Loved Her..." - SasuSaku (poem...?)
"Maybe In Another Life, We Could've Been Something..." - NaruSaku
Requests:
"Troublesome Love" - ShikaSaku
"A Promise Of An Eternal Captivity" - ShiSaku (Dark/Yandere)
Requests: Open
RULES FOR REQUESTING:
The same ones on my blog.
If you're requesting ones with bigger age gaps, I will only allow time travel or tamper with the character's ages. I do not feel comfortable writing for major age gap ships.
The genre ranges from Fluff, agnst, smut and thriller. I also do dark themes like Yandere, m!xder, etc... Those will be tagged under dead dove or dark themes.
❝Do you remember this photo, Sakura-chan! Heh, I wasn’t even looking at the camera or payin’ attention dattebayo!❞
A PHOTO ALBUM FULL OF A LIFETIME OF MEMORIES --- the excitable jinchuuriki unable to hold himself from showing them off and sharing them as the two hung out. Anything from their genin days to the present and everything in between, they all held a special place in his heart.
A labored sigh passes through the Uchiha’s lips. Sasuke ceased
his walking towards the village gates and turned to his side to glance
at his pink-haired friend.
“You’re just not going to let me leave peacefully, aren’t you, huh..?”
He drawled in his distinctive monotone.
[ Hey @senjusaku , I’m your Secret Santa for @narutorp-secretsanta this year! I literally cannot draw so I figured I’d write you a Team 7 Christmas thingy. It’s kind of short and I wasn’t able to go back to spellcheck/grammar check it so it may or may not be shit. Regardless, Merry Christmas and I hope you like it!
Summary : Sakura informs Kakashi about a Team 7 Christmas dinner. He ends up participating in his own way. (brief appearances from Naruto, Sasuke, and Iruka) ]
Konohagakure has somehow transformed into a winter wonderland over night. Perfect timing, considering today was Christmas Eve. The streets are far busier than usual, shinobi and civilians both trying to get last minute shopping done. Most shinobi have been given the day off for the occasion; too much doom and gloom was not good for the mind and soul, the Sandaime had claimed.
“Kakashi-sensei, I’ve been looking all over for you!” A familiar voice prompts the silver haired nin to glance down from his favorite reading spot, a branch which he’d spent a good ten minutes cleaning the snow off of. He offers a two fingered wave in greeting, faltering slightly when he catches a glimpse of what she’s wearing.
His student is wearing the ugliest Christmas sweater that he’s ever seen. Between the metallic shine of the fabric to the way that the collar lit up with lights, he isn’t sure where his eyes are supposed to land first.
By the time his eyes recover from the sight, he realizes that she has finished speaking.
“Eh? What did you say?” Kakashi asks apologetically, hand placed on the back of his head. The genin sighs, clearly annoyed, before repeating.
“I thought you were supposed to have good hearing, sensei. I said that we’re having a Team 7 Christmas party tonight at your apartment-”
“My apartment?” Kakashi raises a brow before falling silent upon seeing Sakura’s glare.
“-and we would really like it if you could come. You’re in charge of making dinner and-”
“Why me?” Kakashi dares to ask another question.
“Because you’re the adult.” Adult. Responsibility. Children. It’s almost like he’s a father and my god, was that thought horrifying. The image of three toddlers- one blonde, one dark haired, and one with bright pink hair- pops up in his mind. They’re whining and crying, which is pretty much no different than what they currently do.
“As nice as that sounds, I’m going to have to decline.” Kakashi watches as her expression drops and a ‘why??’ sprouts from her lips, “I like to spend my Christmas Eve digging up the bodies of dead comrades; spending time with friends and family during the holidays is crucial.”
He lets the thought sink in for a moment, watching as Sakura’s jaw drops in horror. He’d said he had many hobbies but she’d never thought-
“Maa, relax. In all seriousness, I have a mission that needs my expertise tonight. S-rank missions don’t stop during the holidays.” Kakashi smiles as Sakura lets out a sigh of relief, though the disappointment doesn’t leave her eyes.
“I see. Of course, missions are super important.” Still, she cannot help but feel a bit dejected. Regardless, she works to conceal it behind a smile and a wave of farewell, “Sorry to bother you, sensei. Good luck on your mission!”
After finding out that Kakashi was a no go, the trio ended up celebrating at Iruka’s place (rather, Naruto had offered up Iruka’s place). The chuunin had been surprised to see them with three bags stuffed with groceries and a stack of presents but had let them in nonetheless.
While Naruto and Sasuke competed with each other on who could find the best Christmas tree, Sakura aided Iruka in the kitchen. Needless to say, her former sensei would never have a career in cooking. Between burning pretty much anything he put on a pan to dumping large quantities of salt in everything in an attempt to ‘season’, Sakura had decided that she would be the one cooking. On the bright side, he was great at chopping vegetables.
By the time Naruto and Sasuke reluctantly agreed on a tree, dinner was ready. Presents were shared, laughs were exchanged, and overall, the night felt warm despite the frosty climate just outside the door.
“I wonder if Kakashi-sensei’s alright.” Sakura suddenly blurts out while Naruto and Sasuke argue about trivial topics. The pair fall silent as the kunoichi glances out the window. The snowfall has increased significantly over the past few hours. She can’t imagine how cold it is outside, how lonely-
“I’m sure Kakashi-san is fine. A little snow won’t do him any harm.” Iruka reassures, breaking the silence. However, the way he looks at her indicates that he knows that she isn’t talking about the snow. Determined to ease their minds and repair the dropping mood, Iruka rises from his seat, “Who wants hot chocolate?”
The clock has long since struck midnight by the time Kakashi enters his apartment. His clothes are discarded in the hallway bit by bit as he makes his way towards the bathroom. By the time he makes it into the shower, warm water rolling down his broad shoulders, all articles of clothing have been discarded and were to be picked up later.
Kakashi stands in silence, listening to his own breaths and the steady stream of running water. A sigh escapes his lips as he begins to rub himself from head to toe with soap, watching as blood swirls down the drain.
Lips part in a painful hiss as his fingers run over a poorly patched up would on his abdomen. The skin is still sore to the touch and will be for the next few weeks unless he finds time to stop by the hospital to be seen by a proper medic.
Kakashi scoffs quietly at the thought. He never has and never will see a medic for a wound that can easily be stitched up. He’d been rather spoiled in his younger days with having a medic as his teammate.
When the Hatake finally exits the shower, he’s admittedly tempted to leave his dirtied clothing on the ground and drop face first onto his bed. The more logical part of him declines- he also has plans he has to get done by tonight. Towel wrapped around his waist, he follows the trail of clothing, picking each piece of fabric up by the unsoiled bits, and eventually tossing them into his laundry bin.
Entering his room, he once again finds himself subject to the temptation of rest before he catches sight of what he laid out across his mattress just before he’d left. Ah, yes, there were more pressing matters to attend to.
Santa supposedly arrives in a slay pulled by reindeer and drifts down one’s chimney to deliver his gifts. Kakashi is not nearly as glorious in his attempts, though in his defense, Iruka’s home lacked a chimney and it would be near impossible to find flying reindeer on such short notice.
He’d been slightly surprised when Pakkun, who he’d left in charge of keeping an eye on the kids, claimed that Team 7 had forced themselves into the chuunin’s apartment. This would make things a bit harder but he supposes having them all gathered in one place cuts down on the delivery time.
“You have my sincerest apologies, sensei.” Kakashi mutters as he enters through the window (the apology is for both dumping the kids on him and breaking into his house. Well, that and removing the seals placed on one of his windows but mostly the former two). The jounin keeps silent as he begins his quest, though makes an effort to keep his chakra flowing out and about to avoid panic should Iruka wake up. Perhaps he has and just hasn’t bothered getting up to question Kakashi on why he was in his apartment in the middle of the night.
He spots the Christmas tree before he spots the genin. Rather, he almost trips over Naruto’s sleeping form. The blonde has managed to roll off his futon and currently hugs onto the pillow barrier that had been crafted between him and Sasuke. Sakura sleeps soundly on the couch.
Kakashi avoids the pieces of wrapping paper that have been scattered around the room like landmines, knowing that the slightest crinkle will stir Sasuke. Slowly but surely, he makes his way across the room and to the tree. The Hatake reaches into his makeshift gift sack, setting each gift down under the tree one by one.
Each gift has a name written on it with no indication of the sender. Perhaps Naruto will think it’s from Santa Claus - a part of him hopes so, since one’s childhood never lasted long enough in the shinobi world.
Just as Kakashi turns to leave, he catches sight of a single wrapped box on the dinner table. They say curiosity killed the cat but then again, he’s certainly no cat. The jounin wonders why this one hasn’t been opened as he picks it up, turning it over in his hands.
For Kakashi-sensei. From Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura.
The silver haired nin can only stare for a few moments, surprise flickering across his one eyed gaze. ‘For me?’, his expression asks as he looks back upon the sleeping form of his students.
He can do nothing to prevent the smile that spreads across his masked lips. Those damn brats, he thinks fondly as he makes his exit, Merry Christmas.
Hinata hadn’t been shopping in forever. She hadn’t even noticed her clothes were getting a little worn or the split ends indicating her need for a hair cut.
And after her and Naruto had broken up, she really needed a day out with a friend. Honestly, Sakura was an angel.
“Thank you again for hanging out with me today Sakura.”
❝ Sakura-chan, did I embarrass you when we were younger? ❞
AND HE ASKS with an earnest expression, hoping to display that he wants to know the truth. He remembers being utterly BRASH when trying to win her affections: Spouting loud declarations of love, getting himself into dangerous situations, trying to get her to date him without really getting to know her. Lee’s face heats at the thought of his silly behavior, and he averts his gaze. His brows furrow and, deep down in his heart, he worries that his behavior as a child permanently influenced how she saw him.
❝ I will admit that I acted most inappropriate quite frequently. It is a wonder that you still even talk to me now. ❞
AND HE LIFTS his gaze once more, offering a shy smile. He would admit something silly now, to lighten the mood and ease the tension. His admission was this: He had used old romance novels featuring handsome princes who declared their love loudly as a guide on how to ‘woo’ Sakura. Rock Lee gestures with his hands as he speaks.
❝ Here is something funny: I was inspired by princes in romance novels written many years ago. They were unhelpful in the end, were they not? ❞
