Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Hatake Kakashi &/x Fem!OC
Contents: Uhm...feels. Fluff. Bit of angst. Awkwardness? Mentions/reference to smut.
A/N: Yeeeeaaaahh *scratches neck* so I might have a little thing atm but I don’t think I’ve got a lot of cross-readers that’ll catch me in this. Aaaaanyways: as per usual, ASK or REBLOG for tag! HUUUGE thanks to all who are reblogging already <3
Ch. 42
Kakashi wakes from the light sleep the moment Uguïsu’s hand begins to move with purpose, gently and one centimetre at a time sliding down his belly before finding his half-hard cock. Mostly, he wants to let her do as she pleases because he loves the feeling of those slender fingers wrapping around him tightly...but there’s a tension rolling off her body that he can’t ignore.
The callouses lends a sternness to the grip even though he tries to hold her wrist loosely. “Sweetie, you don’t have to -”
“But last n-”
Last night, he had brought her to the peak not once, not twice, but thrice before finally coaxing her down gently when he finally dared hope Uguïsu understood that sex – no, intimacy – could really be about feeling good. Every time she had wanted to reciprocate, he distracted her with kisses and touches. In the end, he had tended to the aftercare as she shifted from a daze directly into a peaceful slumber.
“Last night was more than I could ever have hoped for,” Kakashi whispers, his tone calling for her to meet his gaze, “thank you.”
“...thank...thank you, too.” She hesitates, dark eyes roaming his face for some clue, and he knows what’s coming. “Why don’t you want me to do...anything?”
Because I don’t want you to think you have to. “It’s not...” How do I explain? “It’s not that I don’t...but...” Oh, how he wishes someone else than Jiraya had been the one to talk with him about girls and such. “Please, believe me when I say that your touch is amazing. There’s something you need to remember...” the jōnin's got her undivided attention as he continues, “never let anyone feel like you owe them anything sexual, okay?”
He can see recognition and understanding in Uguïsu’s slow blink. “Like...when you said, I only should do anything I want to, right?”
“Haï. The fact that you let me let you cum three times...all I needed from you was to witness you enjoying it.” It’s not strictly true – he had had a raging boner throughout it all and eventually jerked off as quietly as possible while she slept – but the animalistic need neither was nor is going to blind him. “So don’t feel indebted. Except for having me run all this way when there’s a potential alternative back in Konohagakure, hmm?”
The nightingale’s pretend pout is quickly overpowered by the smile she flashes Kakashi in return at his tease. “Fine! Let’s get home so you can show me that place you were babbling about!”
Home. She calls it home.
...
The couple takes it slow that day. A cold front is pressed down from the north as they leave behind the craggy upland and follow the road, and it’s freezing the mud and little streams created by the storm and making it less tiring to walk. They have plenty of energy left by nightfall, but Kakashi prefers to ask for shelter at a farm rather than continue the journey.
“It’s not much, but it’s warm and dry,” the farmer explains as he leads them to the hayloft above the stables, “please, come eat with us as a way to compensate for the lacking lodging.”
The man might be in his mid 40ies, hair already greying around a tan and weathered face that’s boasting early crowfeet of happiness.
“Thank you,” Kakashi replies for both of the travellers.
Once seated around the low table in the main house, it makes sense why the farmer couldn’t fit the shinobis inside for the night but is able to offer food without worrying about having enough. It’s a huge family. The apparently ancient matriarch has become too old to get up and down from the floor, but thankfully any of the ten grandchildren are more than willing to bring her anything she could possibly need including wild tales about their achievements of their day.
“I almost caught a dragonfly, o bāchan,” a boy professes with a shy glance over at Kakashi.
The more-wrinkles-than-face of the old woman splits in a toothless smile. “That’s nice.”
Although the mood is somewhat subdued, the white-haired jōnin senses the mirth bubbling underneath the surface as the family becomes accustomed to the visitors. If only Uguïsu could relax a bit. Instead, she’s sitting silent as the grave except the few times the wife of the farmer tries to engage in polite chitchat – the result being a few mumbled and evasive replies that eventually dissuades their hostess from further attempts.
Kakashi is generally not a talkative type but tries to move the attention away from the blue-haired woman by answering the questions of the bolder kids. Perhaps it’s a bad idea to stay for the night after all? Uguïsu has been wary of strangers, only slowly warming up to others and trusting almost no one. While she normally puts up a good front, fooling people to think she’s at ease, tonight her discomfort is obvious to Kakashi as it warps into a protective shield against the family surrounding her.
Well...one person doesn’t seem to notice or care about the female ninja’s attempt to shirk socializing, choosing instead to meet the challenge head on. Dark-grey eyes have locked on their target despite the wobble of the gait of the owner – the youngest child has barely learned to walk, much less care about social norms, and is using the newly gained power of walking to get close enough to the stranger before throwing herself onto Uguïsu’s lap with a high-pitched giggle.
“Oh! My apologies,” the mother is quick to stammer as she sees the chubby small hands tangle with blue hair.
Both the parents and Kakashi are moving to separate them, but are stunned by a shy smile.
“She’s...cute,” the nightingale coos.
As if understanding, the little one returns the smile, showing off a single tooth before launching into a bout of unintelligible babbling as she squirms into a more comfortable position. And stays.
...
The white-haired jōnin isn’t entirely sure when it began but he notices the tune when the children are ushered off to get ready for the night. First, he thinks it’s the house creaking. Then he realizes, the grandmother is humming softly as she rocks side to side in her chair with a smile stretching the wrinkles and obscuring her eyes. She’s following a foreign melody as best as she can, a tune set by Uguïsu who still is cradling the little child. Head bent, the blue hair falling almost like a curtain around the girl who’s sleeping peacefully in the arms of the guest. A tentative fingertip traces a path down the bridge of the tiny, upturned nose, earning a puff of a sigh now and then though never enough to disturb the lullaby.
Kakashi can’t make up his mind about what part of the scene it is that takes his breath away. To him it’s as though the world has been rearranged or something inside fell into place with an inaudible click.
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Hatake Kakashi &/x Fem!OC
Contents: Angst. Stress. Desperation. Smut. Wait...what?
A/N: So...I actually wrote the last part of this chapter just when I had started posting the story and it’s just been waiting for the right time. I think that’s now. or...? As usual, ASK or REBLOG for tag! HUUUGE thanks to all who are reblogging already <3
Ch. 41
Each flash of light with their answering rumbles have had the jōnin peek at the surrounding. At some point before going to sleep, he (secretly disgruntled) accepted Uguïsu could take the side closes to the exit because he knew it would make her feel less caged in.
The storm is right above them and a particularly close lightning reveals the silhouette of the woman sitting ramrod straight.
“Hey?” Pushing up, Kakashi carefully reaches out to her.
She almost never flinches anymore when he touches her...this time is one of the few occasions but she quickly melts into his touch when he begins to stroke her upper arms. Bit by bit, the tension seeps away and he dares to move closer. Resting on his knees, like her, he envelops her as best as possible until her back is flush against his chest. Heat radiates between them, soothing the muscles where she comes into contact: arms, front all the way down to his groin where her perfect curves extend along his inner thighs.
Oh, not now. His only hope right now, is to think of something else to prevent his cock from responding further. But almost as if to spite him, Uguïsu lets her head drop backwards against his shoulder and nestles her nose along the underside of the jaw which in itself feels amazing while also granting a view down the low cut of her top. Her breasts are pushed up a bit by both their arms crossing the rib cage and while the hair cascades over one of the shoulders there’s little left to the imagination. Very bad and not good at all.
Twisting a little, his former mystery manages to plant a kiss on his throat. I can’t cross the line...don’t want to pressure her. Another kiss tempts him enough to reciprocate in kind, starting just below her ear which earns him a happy sigh. Spurred on by the success, Kakashi begins to plant gentle kisses toward her shoulder – paying extra attention to the places that elicit sounds.
It’s Uguïsu self who leads his right hand to her breast, guiding his fingers to massage it or tease the puckering nipple – soon both his hands are busied and his kisses more intense because she has given herself over for the time being even if she has to steady herself by grasping on to his thighs on either side.
She must be able to feel it. Kakashi’s cock is straining against his underwear, the bulge pressing against her sacrum. A logical association follows. Palm flat, never stopping the caresses, he slides a hand downwards until it rests on her hip with the elastic fabric of the leggings forms an atrocious barrier between his skin and hers. Backtracking slightly, breaths baited from the expectation of being stopped, his long fingers dip below the waistband.
“How...? Everything with you feels right...” she mutters and he loves the creaking edge the need adds to her voice.
A shiver bounces between the couple when exploring fingers brush over the short curls before slipping along the most intimate folds. It’s easy. Slick is waiting to be spread with each pass...but he stops.
“Breathe,” Kakashi coaxes, “relax. I got you.”
The woman has frozen, the tension locking her body as a reaction of what she has endured. Not like this.
It lends some comfort that she whimpers quietly at the loss of contact when he retreats to lie back down. An inkling of hope blossoms when she follows to straddle him, exchanging salty kisses behind a curtain of blue. Ragged breaths peppered with tiny pleas. Her motions are feverish as she strips and the jōnin has to slow her down to ensure that she truly connects emotionally with her actions, still: he helps her and pulls off his own top too.
“Not like that.” He barely manages to catch her hands before she has reached out to yank his boxers down.
Bewildered, she obeys – also as he guides her knees to either side of his head, granting him a mouthwatering view. Cradling her ass carefully, Kakashi moans in appreciation at the first sweep of his tongue along the folds, smiling when he hears his own utterings echoed from above. Yes, I’ve got you.
He doesn’t dare grab too tight. Through this, both now and (hopefully) later, one of his biggest concerns is to have his pretty nightingale feel safe. Feel good. And as his tongue traces kanji from the clit to the entrance of her core, the white-haired jōnin does just that until Uguïsu is grinding towards his face, gasping and whimpering, writhing because her body knows it wants something more. If it wasn’t for one arm bracing against the wall and a tight grip in Kakashi’s white hair she might have lost her balance.
Gentle now, he can barely think straight anymore. It takes a bit of manoeuvring before he is able to add two fingers (one at a time) to the ministrations. It allows him to focus on the clit with his tongue while reaching the place in her core that adds a high-pitched quality to her moans.
“Ka-...I...it’s...” she sounds deliciously out of it.
Almost. “I got you,” he promises against her inner thigh before suckling on the sensitive nub.
It starts as a tremble that grows until Uguïsu’s body arches from the explosive release and he has to hold on to her hips because she bucks involuntarily.
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Hatake Kakashi &/x Fem!OC
Contents: Angst. Stress. Desperation. Relief. Confessions. A bit of fluff?
A/N: Had to delay something a bit which meant moving other things up some...you’ll see what in the next chapter. As usual, ASK or REBLOG for tag! HUUUGE thanks to all who are reblogging already <3
Ch. 40
The morning doesn’t carry hope on the soft wings of pastel coloured light. Instead, heavy clouds drag out the grey dawn and threaten to drown out the carefully cultivated optimism that Kakashi and the ninken are holding on to as they reach the foothills. From now on, the path slopes upwards.
Just a short break? Like all the other times throughout the night, Kakashi dismisses the idea even though he can see Pakkun and the pack are looking as tired as he feels. He groans silently. The rapid pace is taking its toll – a jōnin like the copy-ninja can travel for more than a day without a rest if they curb the speed correctly, but he has not done so this time. Stiff and tired muscles are dragging his movements with their leaden weight, making him kick up loose gravel because his feet are too heavy to lift. Stealth was never much of a concern from the beginning, but he dislikes the exhaustion and the risk it might it might pose to Uguïsu if he finds her. When...when I find her, he corrects himself bitterly.
“The trail’s only a few hours old,” Pakkun tries to cheer the human on, sensing the distress.
A fat, wet drop of rain lands heavily on the little dog’s nose as if to mock the group for still having hope. A shiver of desperation extends in the air between the ninken and their jōnin, and it’s strengthened as another drop falls. And another. And another. Everywhere the rain lands, dust is beat up in tiny vortexes only to be bombarded and brought down, quickly creating a layer of mud across the landscape as it fades in a curtain of water.
Further up, where the hills turn into cliffs and jagged outcrops, Kakashi knows there are caves. “Let’s find a dry spot and take a break.” Just until the worst is over.
...
The cave they find is narrow and deep, but perfectly dry. Someone has stashed firewood near the bottom and there’s a circle of stones which must have been intended as a place for a campfire although it hasn’t seen use in quite a while.
That’s all Kakashi has time to register before he freezes mid movement. I know this scent.
“She was here,” Shiba huffs, his nose stirring up dust and sand, “she was here until-”
“- less than an hour ago!” Buru finishes.
I can catch up.
“Our noses aren’t any good out there now, pup,” Pakkun nuzzles against Kakashi’s ankle in an attempt to show support, “but we know you’ll find her now.”
The white-haired jōnin barely takes time to dump his backpack and thank the canines for their help, but he knows they are aware how much he appreciates the effort...and he’ll make sure to get a lot of meaty bones for them from the butcher when they’re back in Konoha.
A last squirt of adrenaline powers him through the rain although visibility is more than halved: whenever he tries to look up ahead, drops force his eyes (yes, both) into thin slits. His feet are slipping, mud mixing into the soaked clothes from the knees and down as he scrambles past boulders and leap over gurgling streams that cross his path.
Thunder rumbles off in the far distance. The wind picks up. The little bit of sunlight that makes it through the stormy weather is not enough to give any indication of how long Kakashi is fighting the elements with only one goal in mind...but the moment he rounds a bend in the path and sees the blurred out figure, he doesn’t care anymore. He would’ve walked for the rest of his life if that’s what it would have taken.
Uguïsu doesn’t hear him yelling for her to wait and so she doesn’t turn until the very last moment when the sound of his approach isn’t drowned out by the elements. However, nothing can silence the chanting of her name as she becomes pliable in his embrace and they cling to each other.
“I won’t force you to stay, Uguïsu,” he whispers against her shaking shoulder, “but don’t leave like this...or let me come with you...please...”
“Oh, ‘Kashi!”
...
Huddled together in the cave, Kakashi has opted for the blue-haired woman to do all the talking, giving her a chance to unload some of the worries as they get a fire going to dry by.
It’s a stroke of luck, really, that they knew where to find shelter with firewood provided and even luckier that the damp weather hasn’t cooled the air too much. Very fortunate, yeah. Trying not to stare, he can’t help but steal a glance now and then as the beauty wriggles out of the outer layers, leaving her in tight, knee-length leggings and a tank top. His own vest and pullover are splayed across a boulder in the back of the cave.
Glad for the cover of his collar, Kakashi tries to get comfortable with the back against the rock wall. Boots placed at the foot-end near the fire, rucksack with the few rations he had grabbed on the way out of Konoha to the side, and a view blocked by heavy curtains of rain that sometimes is translucent as the first lightning flashes across the sky.
Nope, not working. The cave’s inner sides are too uneven to rest against. Instead, he finds a good position as he slides to a horizontal state with hands behind the head. Or...it’s okay...until Uguïsu joins him, her knees pushing him gently as she forgoes the struggle and simple curls up against him, head resting on his chest and eyes trained on the grey storm.
The humidity amplifies her cottony scent. The flow of hair adds colour to otherwise drab surroundings. And Kakashi lies as still as possible to prevent the moment from ending.
“I don’t want to leave, ‘Kashi, but...but what if...if...” she gives up with a groan.
What if he sends someone to find you, right? “You’re not alone anymore,” the man vouches, finally pulling her closer, “you can lie low or maybe there’s a mission out of town y-”
“Lie low?” The tone of incredulity is tempered but present nonetheless. “I have to barricade myself indoors? I live so close to the Academy where all the visitors will be, I won’t be able to open a window without someone noticing!”
You can live somewhere else. The carefully considered scenarios are forgotten, pushed aside by a babbling (and at first confusing) explanation about a house that’s waiting at the outskirts of Konoha. It takes a while, but eventually Uguïsu catches the drift of it all and cranes her neck to flash him a smile which he returns happily even if it’s mostly obscured.
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Hatake Kakashi &/x Fem!OC
Contents: Angst. Stress.
A/N: As usual, ASK or REBLOG for tag! HUUUGE thanks to all who are reblogging already <3
Ch. 39
Unsure what urges him to search rather than wait, Kakashi heads to Uguïsu’s apartment but there’s no answer when he knocks. For a moment, he feels bad about picking the lock – maybe she got an urgent task – but the gut feeling doesn’t subside and he would rather have to apologize for overstepping these boundaries than risk losing her.
Stepping in, he is welcomed by silence. Even in the dim light from the city, it’s not a problem to navigate the space he knows so well and everything is in place as Kakashi takes in the living room. Silly of me...it’s probably Ibiki who needed her help with something.
The white-haired jōnin has almost managed to abolish any concern by the time he reaches the bedroom.
The first thing he notices is the empty, wooden box nestling on the pillows: normally it’s pushed underneath the bed and functions as a storage place for most of Uguïsu’s gear. Secondly, a glance to the wardrobe reveals random drawers and doors left ajar and a few pieces of clothing has fallen to the ground as if someone has grabbed handfuls in a hurry and not worried about the mess left behind.
“She’s gone...” Kakashi hates the sound of the words, feeling as though they, more than anything else, is what makes it real.
Already, his mind is making a list of what he has to do before he can set out to retrieve the woman he loves, and the first stop is the hokage. Office or residence? The latter would make sense, considering what time it is as Kakashi rushes from the girl’s home, but a glance up at the Academy shows a light shining from the top floor and he takes a direct route there.
No one stops him as he hurries through the doors and up – mostly because there aren’t many around save for a handful of guards and a few people working late on their administrative tasks. He would have liked to barge into the office. Instead, he stops and takes a couple of calming breaths before knocking resolutely.
“Enter.” Old Sarutobi’s voice is still strong.
Kakashi has always liked the hokage’s office. Not because of what it represents but rather because of the view it holds over the Academy and Konohagakure beyond that. Right now, it feels as if it’s holding him back, though.
“Mm, young Hatake,” the old man smiles kindly, “what is the occasion?”
“I need a temporary leave of absence from my duties.” Keeping it brief, the jōnin explains about his concerns for Uguïsu. “It doesn’t make sense...I don’t know why she has left now or so sudden. Something must have scared her, but I don’t know what. Perhaps a newcomer?”
The hokage’s face is obscured by the angular brim of his hat and the beard is pushed upwards because he rests the chin on his hands. “I believe I know what it is about,” he sighs before pulling out a document from a stack to his left and handing it over to the younger man.
It’s a brief, written statement solidifying the decision that Konoha is going to be the host for the upcoming chunin exams.
“It’ll be swarming with outsiders,” Kakashi sighs, “yes...this would be enough for her but how could she know?”
Sarutobi returns the letter to it’s place. “I had just invited her in for a cup of tea when the message arrived,” he explains, “and I didn’t see any reason to keep the news from her.” A thousand words wouldn’t convey the same understanding as the silence shared does in those seconds. “Go.”
...
It’s a gamble, but Kakashi is confident he’s choosing the right gate to leave Konoha by and his theory is strengthened when he asks Izumo if he’s seen the blue-haired woman this evening.
“Who?” The beanie with the metal plate jerks as he scratches his head through it.
Did -? “You were at her chunin test, remember?” Neither that nor other arguments help the gate keeper recall the woman. “Go see Ibiki as soon as you can. Tell him your memory has been tampered with.”
Why would you go to this extend, Uguïsu? In truth, the desperate ninja already knows as he vaults over the wall rather than argue for the gate to be opened. Ahead of him the forest looms with darkness nestled under the thick canopy as if it too has been bidden to help hide any evidence of Kakashi’s love, and he knows he can’t find her all on his own.
A drop of blood is a low prize which he gladly pays to be greeted with the happy yaps of the ninken pack – sounds that fall silent as the dogs immediately sense that something’s wrong. The order is short and concise, prompting the pack to disperse in search of the faintest scent as Kakashi sets off along the road. A brief howl guides the ninja south and onto a trail which probably has been created by animals over the course of decades.
Sometimes, Pakkun and the others lose track of the woman on the ground – even in her desperation, she has been wise enough to switch between travelling from branch to branch and on the path – but they always manage to pick up the chase quickly.
“Seems we’re gaining on her,” the big Buru tries to comfort, “scent is stronger.”
A few yaps prove that the others agree, helping Kakashi to focus on the task rather than the itching at the back of his knees and down his spine that’s trying to get him to run faster. It’s been four hours since you set out, his own voice sneers at him, who knows how much of a head start she’s had? He should have asked the hokage when he last saw Uguïsu, but it’s too late now and knowing wouldn’t have changed the fact.
“Cat piss,” Pakkun swears just then with a low growl.
Breaching the treeline, there’s a small drop into a gullet where a river runs. They knew it was there. Kakashi definitely knew. But somehow, he’d forgotten about that too. I’m losing my edge.
“Spread out on both banks.” He doesn’t actually have to say it as the ninken already are moving, leaving only Pakkun at his side.
“Listen, pup,” the little dog nudges him with the wrinkled head, “take a breath and get your head on straight. You stink of panic.”
There’s no reason to contradict the pug. Closing his eye, Kakashi forces his shoulders to relax, flexing his hands by the sides before shaking them out with each exhalation. Each inhale bring notes of wet grass, mud, and bark through the mask, and it’s almost as if he can pick up the scent of cotton himself.
Where’d she go? Uguïsu doesn’t know the area as well as he does despite having been on several missions throughout the Land of Fire by now. Half a day’s travel south, there’s a low, jagged mountain range which has to be circumvented in order to get to the nearest village. Maybe she’s -
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Hatake Kakashi &/x Fem!OC
Contents: Some...fluff?? Oh dear, how did that happen?
A/N: As usual, ASK or REBLOG for tag! HUUUGE thanks to all who are reblogging already <3
Ch. 31
It’s crowded in the control room although the access has been restricted to just a handful: Asuma is balancing on a chair, feet up on a desk and a toothpick as stand-in for a smoke; Iruka mostly paces as he mutters quietly to himself (a mix of praises and worries concerning his student); Anko seated before the screen where she can pick and choose between various camera angels and dial the sound up or down according to their needs. None of them say a word to Kakashi who is standing still as a pillar by the wall.
Arms crossed, one foot planted onto the wall without regards for the dirty shoe print it’s bound to leave behind. Head down, the shadows obscure the face of a man who’s doing his best to stay calm as he waits for the inevitable.
On the monitor, they see Uguisu take in the room and its sparse interior which includes a large sign displaying an instruction disguised as a poem. She seems to get the gist, pulling out both scrolls. Almost time. The white-haired jonin straightens, expecting the summon of the combined paper rolls to whisk him away any moment. What does happen doesn’t involve him, though, and as the white cloud dissipates before Uguisu, the figure of the Third Hokage is revealed instead.
“Enable the sound.” No one comments on how tense his voice sounds.
Anko shakes her head. “Can’t. Hokage’s orders.”
So Kakashi has to settle with watching the grainy footage as the woman, tense at first, listens to the leader of Konohagakure.
It’s a bold move, although the patriarch’s reputation is well deserved, to confine himself with someone who hypothetically could still prove to be an enemy. She’s not. Old Sarutobi must realize that too – undoubtedly, he would have been advised again running the risk of substituting Kakashi’s summoning seal with one of his own. He trusts her.
Despite the optimistic conclusion, Kakashi can’t prevent the dark sensation spreading through his guts. Drops of coldness spreading rings in a calm pond deep inside him as he’s forced to watch from afar when he had looked forward to congratulating Uguisu as the first. To be the one to lead her out into the sunrise now the test is over. Why wasn’t I told of the change of plans?
...
Kakashi finds his blue nightingale soaking up the first rays of the sun as they finally clear the tree tops beyond the inner stretch of the exam grounds. He wants to rush over and scoop her up. Wants to kiss her and promise hours of pampering at the bath house and at home. Instead he sits down at the usual safe distance, allowing Uguisu to be the one to reach out for him if she wants to.
The heat is slow to penetrate his uniform. Thankfully, though, it’s helped on the way after a dozen minutes as slender fingers find his hand and wiggle into place there.
“The Hokage will make his decision before nightfall,” she explains.
I know. “Whatever the outcome,” Kakashi manages to sound calm, “you’ve done well. For what it’s worth...I’m proud of you.”
It’s an odd, little laugh that breaks through, startling a mouse that has just ventured out for a quick look by the last step down. “That’s -...no one’s told me that since I was little.”
Looking at Uguisu, there’s no bitterness marring her features. Gentle realization is visible underneath the toll from the last days. You need to rest. And as if on cue, her eyes begin to close and her breathing slow. Slowly, but surely, her body tilts towards him, sliding from the support of his arm and shoulder until she’s lying with the head in his lap.
Lord Third. “It is good to see, she can find peace,” the old voice whispers from behind Kakashi.
“Haï.”
The white robe enters Kakashi’s periphery and pauses. “Perhaps it would be good if you saw her home, ensuring she begins to recover,” the old man winks before returning to his serious self, “I expect to see you in my office at five.”
“Yes, Hokage-sama.”
...
For some inexplicable reason, the tentative couple have never spent their time at her place and sitting there now feels like having gotten admission to some sanctuary previously closed off. Why didn’t she tell me to leave? Well, he did make an offer she hardly could refuse.
“Thank you.” Steam heats Uguisu’s face as the delicious scent of Ichiraku’s ramen fills the room.
Smiling back at the sleepy woman, the jōnin has already decided it’s a low price to pay in order to be allowed to stay by her just a bit longer.
It doesn’t matter that they barely speak during the meal and Kakashi volunteers to do the dishes, allowing Uguisu to curl up on the bed until he has finished.
Is she sleeping? The breathing is slow and even, and he takes care when he reaches out to lift away the swath of wet hair covering her face. Just as he tugs it behind her ear, she stirs, pulling him gently down to sit so she can reposition, resting the head in his lap.
“Please stay,” she hums.
Always. “I have a meeting later, but I’ll stay until then if you want.” Kakashi’s heart is attempting to hammer its way out of his chest.
“Mmmhmm.”
It sounds positive. Either way, he won’t ask again because Uguisu has already drifted back to sleep and so he just sits there, watching the light move over her slowly, caressing her hip and kissing her cheekbone. He sees how her lips part as sleep becomes deeper and the quiver of the eyelashes once she begins to dream.
When it finally becomes time, the jōnin carefully lifts her head, placing and pillow below it.
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Hatake Kakashi &/x Fem!OC
Contents: Socializing, pining, worrying, smut, guilt.
A/N: I’m officially done at neurorehab and got 3 – THREE - days off before my new job starts :D As usual, ASK or REBLOG for tag! HUUUGE thanks to all who are reblogging already <3
Ch. 28
Facial expressions can be tamed, schooled to show no sign of what the person is thinking or feeling. Shy and quiet, any outsider might presume Uguisu would be overwhelmed by the new company surrounding the unofficial couple but Kakashi knows better. She’s gonna kill me.
He had decided not to tell her where they were going because he knew she’d object for reasons mainly made up by the distrusting side of her. The traumatized side. And sure, Asuma and Kurenai had seemed apprehensive at first...but their reluctance had nothing to do with the woman revealed to them as the evening progressed.
This might work. With only this night before heading outon his mission, Kakashi is hoping for his blue nightingale to make friends – to find people she can trust and rely on when he himself is not around.
“- and I was sure he was going to fail them just like all the others,” Asuma admits, “I still half suspect ‘Kashi let them pass just to mess with us.”
“Oh, you just expect the worst of him because he always beats you,” Kurenai’s scoff devolves into a giggle.
“He does not!”
Yes, I do. “Either way, I’m sure Uguisu here doesn’t need to hear tall tales about me, guys.”
He notices the mischievous flash of a glance she shoots him before turning the attention to the two other sensei. “On the contrary, keep them coming!” Even the smile seems genuine. “But I gotta ask first...how long have the two of you -”
“No. Nonono,” Asuma almost chokes on the beer as he protests, “any information’s gonna cost you.”
“Oh?”
That’s a dare and I’m not sure you can pay the price, Asu’. Staying quiet, Kakashi leans back in his seat to watch how it’ll play out.
It had been a gamble to bring the blue-haired woman here. Asuma’s supposed bachelor pad is unknown terrain for her (maybe) and being forced face-to-face with relative strangers could have put her on the defensive. Instead, she’d taken a deep breath and walked in with her head held high and Kakashi’s respect in a strong grip.
“One for one,” the bearded man explains.
“And if one of us doesn’t want to answer?”
A cigarette is stubbed out while he thinks. “Hm. Fine, but on the condition that the replacing question must be answered then.”
Are you sure you wanna play that game? Kakashi is uncertain who the unvoiced concern is for.
“Then my question is...” Uguisu pauses for dramatic flair, “how long have the two of you been dating?”
“Uh...” Denial seizes to be an option within seconds. “Probably for longer but at least a year...”
The brunette smiles at the blushing giant. “Nothing’s official so please don’t -...but at least he realized it fall last year.”
“27th of October,” a voice comments dryly.
“Kakashi!”
One of Kakashi’s favourite hobbies is to make the larger man blush and this time it makes everyone laugh, even Uguisu who sounds like silvery bells of mirth. It sends heat through his body and his heart bubbles with pride and relief. This’s going well.
Of course, he doesn’t want the newcomer to be alone. Like any other human being, she needs friends to rely on and chase the darkness away...but he’s also hauling water to his own rice paddy in the sense that these connections will help her make a home for herself here in Konohagakure and therefor keep her from leaving one day. Duty would compel him to stay, but Kakashi knows she’d be taking his heart with her and he’d be a hollow shell of a man.
The sound of his own name rattles him from the troubled reverie.
“-shi has been wearing it for as long as I can remember...I’m not even sure I’d be able to recognize his ugly mug,” Asuma laughs.
“Ugly? You’d find me too irresistible and Hiruzen would have to give up the dream of more grandchildren.”
...
Unable to fall asleep even as the night fades to day, Kakashi still smiles at the new memories of a smiling face framed in shades of blue.
He had followed her home and for a brief moment it seemed as though she would invite him inside, but the chance passed unused with the exception of a single acknowledgement: Thank you, Kakashi. They had been so close that her cotton scent was warming him and he could’ve drowned in it. Or her eyes.
I’m hopeless, he admits while admiring the memory and recalls the softness of her skin and the taste of Uguisu’s mouth.
The memory morphs into a waking dream, allowing his hands to pretend to busy themselves with her curves that always are out of reach; and he can almost hear the gentlest hitch in her breath as he imagines how it might be to discard each others’ clothes so the only thing between their bodies is a thin sheen of sweat – sweat that allows limbs to tangle and glide smoothly.
Half-crazed by phantasmal touches and moans, Kakashi frees the one body part of his that’s reacting the most. This is wrong. But the calloused grasp by his own hand sends his mind spinning at the idea of how it would feel if only it wasn’t his hand surrounding and stroking the erection but rather the wet tightness of her core. It’s all too easy to push aside any notions of right and wrong then. Lying on his back, grip tightening, he succumbs to the dream of Uguisu riding him – slow and testing at first until she would begin to chase her own high.
The real climax sends the jōnin for a crash landing into a pit of guilt.
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Hatake Kakashi &/x Fem!OC
Contents: Exam time.
A/N: As usual, ASK or REBLOG for tag! HUUUGE thanks to all who are reblogging already <3
Ch. 30
Although a far cry from the normal chunin exams, the hopeful contestant had been kept occupied until the late afternoon on the second day when the blue-haired girl had gotten a chance to find a bit of rest perched high on a branch in a dense maple. She’d at least secured herself somewhat with rope before whispering a quiet goodnight into the growing darkness as if she knew someone was watching her. Of course, chances were that there was, but Kakashi liked the idea that it was meant for him specifically.
Uguisu had been awakened in the dark of night by distant voices. Untying herself and packing the rope away, she made sure not to break cover until she had verified that the potential enemy wasn’t on the move but rather gathered around a small fire 100 meters east, near a little stream where she had replenished the drinking water.
Following her from a safe distant, Kakashi watched her sneak close and observe Genma and his two friends, Kotetsu and Izumo. The three of them have decided to risk exposure in favour of frying up some fish they must have caught and the scent of it was mouthwatering – the white-haired jōnin saw the woman’s hand rub her belly at the sight of warm meal.
He would have reacted the same way as the trio upon hearing the startled cry of a bird cut through the night. Genma got on his feet first and left, signalling for the others to remain quiet, but he had barely been gone half a minute before they hear him call out for them. The pair exchanged worried glances as they got up too. Yes, Kakashi would have done the same...if he didn’t know the sounds had been created by a sneaky woman with an appetite for fish. She was in and out of the little camp in no time, stealing a third of their warm meal.
...
A quiet weekend, Kakashi sighs into the foggy air. Half of the day has passed tailing Uguisu at a distance and watching her slip past a few traps.
"Let's see how she'll deal with this," Asuma challenges quietly, tucking away an unlit cigarette as he leaps ahead through the misty air.
On the ground, about 100 meters further down the hill, the lithe figure of a woman comes to a stop when two figures appears from among the shrubberies.
"Kakashi," she greets one, "Asuma."
"Hi." Finally, the bearded jōnin can light his smoke.
Up on a branch, the real Kakashi watches the scene. Ready. Set. Go.
"Here's the thing," smoke seeps from Asuma's mouth as he talks, "you're smart enough to know when you're outnumbered and outmatched, so why don't you hand us the scroll you've got?"
The words hit like rain on a rock, sliding off without leaving any impression other than a bemused smile. Hmm. Uguisu's stance doesn't fit one who's caught in a pinch.
"...or what?"
The bearded man grips one of his blades, the chakra blazing from the metal and adding an eerie, blue glow to skin and hair as he holds it up to copy-Kashi's chest. "Or your one friend'll pay."
"Empty threat," the girl comments dryly, "and a bad one at that. Listen, first off...you'd never hurt your friend for something like this. Secondly...I don't see how I'm the one who'll end up handing anything over."
Of course, any test of loyalty towards the given task during the wannabe exam can't truly imitate the implications of a real life scenario because the stakes are lowered. When discussing the plan, the jōnins realized this but decided that challenging Uguisu's newfound loyalty would be among the priorities and so, for a little while longer, Asuma tries to convince her to hand over the scroll ("You're supposed to work with your fellow shinobis.").
Her movement is quick, too quick for the fake Kakashi to react in time and he (or it) disappears in a puff of white. "Now...we can do this one of two ways," her counteroffer sounds, "you give me the second scroll voluntarily...ooor I'll command you plus add something really embarrassing."
"Uhmm..."
Generally, the training for jōnins, ANBU, or other high-ups don't involve that kind of threats. Pain. Misery. Death. But not embarrassment.
