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[withyourrhythm]

already written (can be erased)

A brief look to my newest AU idea with KisaKaka work for Missing-nin!Kakashi and maybe Akatsuki!Kakashi. It's sketchy at best but I'll work something out.

It has traumatized-or-cute-child-who-is-not-taken-care-well-kidnapper!Kakashi and look-you-adopt-them-I-adopt-you!Kisame with wait-Kakashi-no-why-are-you-runnin-come-back-oh-whatever-I-am-coming-too!Gai ft. every-traumatized-or-cute-child-who-is-not-taken-care-well and oh-look-another-rebellion-let-me-join-I-have-experience-with-this-kind-of-shit Zabuza with wait-Zabuza-what-what-what-are-you-doing-murder-child!Haku though not all of them are tagged at AO3 bc they didn't show their face yet.

So yea, you got the idea.

I'll probably write a long, long work with this, but for now, this is all we have.

I have no idea what I'm doing either.

You can read this on AO3 too.

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Kakashi lets out a curse, “Kisame, go!” He tries to open his sharingan, blood dripping from his cheek. He can't know if Kisame listened him, but he can't look, not while Genma still watches him.

So he jumps over the senbon Genma throws and drops himself to the ground without trying to look. Rolling to the left, he crouches down as he prepares a katon jutsu, and sends four shuriken around Genma, specifically the places he could run while he escapes the fire with a touch of genjutsu to hide them. Letting the fire hide him, his kage bunshin holds him while he jumps out of ground as a kunai, and Kakashi lets it throw him towards Genma, his henge holding with his chakra control even though he's scraping the last drops of his chakra.

He watches as Genma jumps to his left as dodges the fire. He sees the kunai that comes towards him the last second, chakra circulation rippling as he shakes the effects of the genjutsu, and deflects it, hands joining together in front of his chest to make a counter attack.

Kakashi lifts the henge that hides him right after Genma deflects the kunai, and appears behind him with his tantō resting against his throat.

He knows exactly why Genma attempted to fight him, just like how he knew which direction Genma was going to jump, like how he knew Genma would be the one to find him first in the woods. People called him as genius, a prodigy among his generation. He is what they call him, he always has been.

A prodigy, too smart, cold-blooded, son of a failure, friend-killer.

A silence surrounds the battlefield, all that can be heard is their fast breaths and the fire's crackling. After a beat, a few foot steps comes to their ears.

“It's over Kakashi.” Genma's voice cracks, “There are four jounin and a whole ANBU squad coming towards here. You lost.”

Kakashi takes one more breath and lets his training calm him down.

He can't lose, and he won't lose. There's too much at risk, he doesn't have the chance of even stumbling, forget losing. So no, he can't lose. He has plans, has back-up plans for them, and his back-up plan has their back-up plans too. He calculated every single move with all the players in his mind. He spied on Konoha, on other hidden villages, on Orochimaru and Akatsuki, it's too late to talk to him about giving up. Even if he gives up and goes back to Konoha, the things he poked and prodded will never let him get away alive.

Though, he can't let Genma see all of his cards, so he has to bite his tongue.

“It doesn't matter.” He says. Then, he adds with an offended expression, “He's not here anyway. I know that children shouldn't be on battlefield, what do you take me for?”

Genma's breath catches in his throat, eyes widening, “You- you gave him to an S-rank missing-nin from Mist?”

So what? He's not the right person for these things, he hadn't been a child long enough to know them.

But at least, he didn't make him get his first kill by gutting Genma. That counts as being a responsible family member, thank you. 

But none of those things matter, so Kakashi focuses on other part. A laugh escapes from his mouth just for the show, but his voice contains no amusement,“I am an S-rank missing-nin too, just from Konoha.”

Genma's face fills with betrayal, hand twitching slightly at his side. Almost like a natural expression, as if it pains him to hear those words, but Kakashi has been on the road for too long, has been a shinobi for too long to be fooled by that. His tantō cracks against Genma's skin by his will and sends lightning coated chakra to Genma's system, knocking him out.

Kakashi staggers and slowly lowers him to the ground, making sure he's as comfortable as he could be on the ground of a forest. Then, he takes a second to look at Genma, because this is what he has done, and he has to understand that this won't be the last time he will fight against his own comrades.

His heart almost misses a beat, but he can't let himself get distracted. So his heart follows the even rhythm it always does at missions, and as silent as a shadow, he disappears, moving towards the opposite direction the voice comes from.

The ninja are those who endure. But if he pushes and prods around, writhes against the bounds that holds everything together enough, then maybe he could... Maybe he could do something.

Something, like changing an already written story.

[withyourrhythm]

out of reach (he searchs)

He was fast. He had plans, his schedule was tight, and he never slowed down to explain his life and choices. Not for Tōka, not for his brother, not for himself.

Madara never expected him to do so. That was exactly why Tobirama did it.

You can read it on AO3 too

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 It always started with a stray thought. A misplaced word, some whispered joke, but Tobirama's mind never let them slide. He heard, improved, then created something from them that was not nearly enough.

He was good at that, twisting things into something beyond recognition and creating disappointment from them.

It just wasn't right. Not the result he wants. Never good enough for him.

Tobirama never felt proud for this, but he was his father's son more than Hashirama. Hashirama was always a dreamer, believer, talking and taking people's minds away from reality, managing to capture every single person's heart. He was sturdy, loving, a literal puppy in every meaning.

Tobirama wasn't.

He was fast. He had plans, his schedule was tight, and he never slowed down to explain his life and choices. Not for Tōka, not for his brother, not for himself.

Madara never expected him to do so. That was exactly why Tobirama did it.

Tobirama never thought he would want Madara'scompany of all people. That man was a menace. Always yelling, giving orders, hissing Tobirama, just like a cat. Tobirama could swear he once saw Madara pushing a glass down the counter at Tobirama's house.

Tobirama often felt like he was living in a zoo too. 

But even with these facts, Madara still understood him best.

“Our father- Butsuma was a strict man.” He explained as he examined his microscope's lens, “He expected nothing but perfection. And as you know, Hashirama never exactly managed that, not in the way father wanted. So the second heir's education became necessary, and that was where I came in the picture.”

Without looking at Madara, he frowned and threw the lens at trash can. As he got up and walked towards the cabinet which held his equipment, he kept going.

“I had to know when I should speak, and what should I say if I do. I should be a fighter for the Clan Wars, but a politic as well, because Anija was useless at that. I had to write a proposition to Uzumaki, Mito specifically, in Hashirama's name. If I failed that, father was going to marry me into Nara Clan, which would result with them as our ally but me out of Senju clan. I managed.”

But it wasn't that bad, not for Tobirama. Nara Clan was respected among many including Tobirama. Their brains were like a room full of books. Tobirama didn't have many who would, who couldlisten him, and those who did never understood what he talked about anyway.

So he murmured quietly, “Wouldn't be too bad if I didn't. A Nara's brain is the best wedding gift I could ever wish for. But I certainly liked this way better. I had no interest in any of their people that I knew of.”

Madara's voice came from a little behind, still sitting on the same chair he sat when he stepped in Tobirama's laboratory, “A warrior and a politician? They are so different, yet you've managed.” Tobirama could hear amusement in his voice, “Maybe you are not so bad, Senju. Keep going.”

Tobirama snorted. “As if. That's all you're gonna get from me for now.”

Madara's sigh traveled across the room, reaching to Tobirama who left the cabinet and was going through scrolls on one of his desks, trying to find the right lens among dozens of equipments and scrolls.

“All right then.”

No foot steps were heard, they were shinobi, but Tobirama could sense his chakra moving towards him, feel the warmth of Madara's skin the second he got too close.

“Though, even with all those closed doors, you found a way for yourself anyway. And I don't think ending result was too much of a disappointment, Senju. I heard that dozens of women want your hand in marriage. A few men too.”

Tobirama turned back, too amused to say anything about the fact that Madara trapped him between his table and himself, “Oh, is that so?”

Madara smirked, eyes full with mischief, “Well, they are wasting their time if you ask me.”

Tobirama's lip quirked upwards for a second, so he repeated, “Is that so?”

The roll of Madara's eyes was too funny for Tobirama to not to smile. “Alright, maybe they really are wasting everybody's time.” He added.

Madara just huffed and pulled Tobirama closer to himself, “Just stop talking, will you? You are much more attractive when you don't talk.”

Tobirama's smirk was too smug to be anything other than 'no'. “It's still a wonder why you always say the opposite when-”

Madara couldn't let him finish now, could he?

He just knew how to make the bastard shut up, too.