wannabe-momfriend asked: Invite Me pls! With Gai asking KakaKei to train with him
You are cordially invited to Gai's Weekend Getaway for Gains! Events include running around the Forest of Death on our hands, healthy meals, sufficient sleep to do it the next day, and the joy of hard work!
Kei pinched the bridge of her nose. "…He needs to work on his sales pitch a bit."
Kakashi shrugged. "At least he's trying."
"And we're going."
"Of course."
themagicmistress said to cyb-by-lang:
Kill Me (please for Catch Your Breath -Kei death) I love your writing you're amazing and so so good at making me want to die inside.
Leave a "Kill Me" in my ask, and I'll write a drabble about one character killing another.
No no nononono—
I-Isobu— Kei's thoughts were scattered, latching onto Isobu's voice only because he kept talking. R-r-run—
Isobu didn't run. Isobu wouldn't run if Kei couldn't follow. And Kei, unable to twitch a finger in her own defense as Isobu was ripped out of her chakra system, suppressed every connection they had in a burst of pain. She still screamed, but her voice was muted compared to the agony.
She didn't want him to feel her die.
Isobu reached for their bond, but the extraction ritual was already too far along. There was no going back, not now.
Isobu turned one glowing eye on the black-robed figures surrounding them, even as half-corporeal as he was, and his blunt fingers slammed through seals. His eye whirled, weaving signs he'd only seen once, crafting counter-seal after counter-seal he and his siblings had made together.
If these arrogant humans thought they could get obedience from him, after they'd just killed his closest friend, they were wrong. And Isobu slammed back into the real world with a thunderous crash, spiked tails scattering the enemy like tenpins. He crushed the fleeing figures under shell-covered palms, unleashed massive blasts of water that sent them crashing into walls and washed away flimsy control seals, and roared with the depth of terrible grief that drove some to claw their own faces in terror.
In the end, the now-quiet chamber dripped seawater and blood. Bodies lay here and there, most not intact. Isobu's single eye scanned for any movement, but there was nothing. Just a field of corpses.
Isobu only had eyes for one, in the end. He hunched over the ritual platform, lowering his huge head until he could see her, his huge hands to either side of the only pristine spot in all the wreckage.
Kei's body was still, her chakra empty, and her eyes stared up at him without any sign of recognition. No relief, no pain. When he nudged her tattooed arm, as gently as he possibly could, there was no response.
Kei?
Nothing.
Isobu was alone. For the first time in more than a decade, there was no one else in Isobu's mind but himself.
There was no one to see him cry for the first time since the Sage died.
anonymous asked:
Wed me for my two awkward turtle doves kakashi x kei
Leave a "Wed Me " in my ask, and I'll write a drabble about a character under the subject of wedlock [ be it characters proposing to or marrying another, feel free to specify .]
"I feel like I end up at a lot of weddings nowadays." Nagato said it mildly, as though he expected plenty of people in the audience to agree.
"Maybe it's payback for not inviting any of us to yours," Obito suggested, even as he spun a flute of champagne between his fingers. Well, there wasn't any champagne now , but there had been. And there had also been more than one champagne flute.
Basically, more than one of the attendees at the reception was drunk. Obito wasn't sure he counted.
"...Right." Nagato's purple eyes were locked on the windswept platform, where Keisuke and Kakashi were exchanging their vows and their rings.
Or, more accurately, just behind it.
"Do you, Kakashi Hatake, take this woman as your bride?" asked the one conducting the ceremony.
"I do," said the masked groom.
"And do you, Keisuke Gekkō, take this man as your husband?"
"I do," said the suit-wearing bride.
Two huge forepaws, each dripping seawater and sand, landed to either side of the happy couple. The Three-Tailed Beast lowered his spike-crowned head to nearly eye level with his human audience and the eight dogs lined up near the platform. Behind him, two nigh-identical Nine-Tailed Foxes tugged at their massive bowties. One of them even wiped at his eyes. "Then you may kiss. And anyone who would dare voice any objections will not do so," he added, "or I will eat them."
"Beautiful," Rin said as she wiped a tear from her eye. "Don't you think so?"
"It's certainly memorable," said Nagato, and swiped an entire bottle of sake when nobody was looking.
Somewhat later, Maito Gai burst into tears when Genma Shiranui caught the bouquet.
nyodrite asked: Haunt Me; Sakumo and Kakashi please? I'd love to see Sakumo's pov on, well, everything
Leave a "Haunt Me " in my ask, and I'll write a drabble about one character watching over another [as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify .]
Being dead has a way of changing a person's perspective. And Sakumo Hatake knows that better than most.
Sakumo doesn't have a perfect view into the living world. He can't see further than an outpost just on the edge, where any descendants will land first when they come to join him. Sakumo knows this, has been told this hundreds of times, but he still tells the shinigami that he doesn't want to see his son for the first time after he dies. If he sees Kakashi, Sakumo hopes, he will see his son living his life.
Sakumo abandoned him. Like many things, it seemed like the best decision he could make at the time. But making choices in a gray haze, as it turns out, meant little to the living left behind.
Kakashi was already a reserved child. Not shy, not necessarily, but self-contained and a quick learner. His only real bonds were with his father and his sensei.
Sakumo severed one, and he can't forgive himself for that. And Kakashi, in turn, doesn't forgive his memory.
"You should look again," Satomi tells him on one occasion. In life, she was a light in his life second only to their son. Death softened her sharper edges, but she's still a wild Inuzuka at heart. And between her and Asagi, they won't let Sakumo get away with anything.
And Sakumo doesn't argue. He follows Satomi to the edge, where a campfire sits against the looming dark, and the two of them cast their gazes out together.
They see Kakashi grieve silently for them both, under Minato's careful, sometimes-fumbling wing. The pair are alone for a long time, until Minato reaches out for both their sakes.
The Uchiha boy annoys Kakashi within an inch of their lives, but his earnestness and kindness are things Sakumo can see Kakashi needs badly. Even if Kakashi puts up a front, Obito is his and they're forced to get along until it's not such a chore anymore.
The girl though. She's Wataru's daughter. Miyako's daughter, too, but Sakumo sees less of her even though Wataru's joined them in death. She pushes Kakashi differently than Obito does.
"She's a sweetheart," Wataru insists. "You'll see."
It takes until their teen years and Team Minato's shattering before it all comes to a head.
But despite everything they've been put through, and everything they've poor their poor dead parents though, the kids survive.
Miyako joins their persistent little club of ghostly watchers with a kiss for her husband and a shrug for the others. "I don't regret protecting them," she says. "I would have liked to do more, but… I understand. And I'm not afraid of this."
Sakumo keeps his thoughts to himself for a long time, at least on that.
Because Sakumo, unlike Satomi and Wataru and Miyako, did abandon Kakashi. He left his son behind. Fuse and Yatsu take up parenting roles alongside Minato and Kushina, alongside Miyako while she was there.
"He misses you," says Miyako, "but he's not punishing himself with your memory."
"And he was before."
Miyako's expression is almost always solemn, but the lines in her face seem to deepen. "But not now. That is the most important part, Sakumo-senpai."
Sakumo supposes she would know.
"Look, maybe you should try looking in when he's–Oh, there he goes now!" Wataru interrupts, and draws all of their attention back to Konoha.
Where Kakashi is mocking Obito into wheedling, cartoonish submission.
Sakumo blinks.
"He found a joke book," Wataru explains, and he grins when Obito latches onto Kei's legs.
And Kei, spaced-out daughter of Wataru and Miyako, laughs out loud.
"He's going to be okay," Asagi says. All of them look down at the scarred dog. "He has a pack again. And while losing you was a terrible thing, he forgave you. He forgave what you did."
"I…" Sakumo pauses, looking around at the friends who've watched Kakashi alongside him. At his wife, who looks like she's been waiting for him to believe what Asagi is telling him now. "…If you're sure."
"You'll see," says Satomi. "You can rest, Sakumo."
And Sakumo, though hesitant, believes her.
It'll be all right.
nyodrite asked:
Get Me; Isobu and Kakashi, please?
Leave a "Get Me" in my ask, and I will write a drabble about one character saving another.
Follow-up to the one where Kei dies.
Kakashi knows the truth as soon as Isobu takes the field.
Kei can't transform fully. Hasn't been able to since they were teenagers. Since Orochimaru. Said she never would again. If Isobu's here, ripping into the black-cloak army and scattering them to the winds like an angry god, then Kei is dead.
Isobu is on a rampage, and Kakashi can't bring himself to stop him. He couldn't, anyway—blood from Obito's eye soaks his mask and he can't see out of it at all. Lightning shudders up his limbs, sluggish with fatigue and pain, and staring down Kakuzu means he can't get out of Isobu's way.
Black threads spring from Kakuzu's flesh, identical to their last encounter. There's already a mask creature behind him, Wind-nature shaping keeping them separate from the rest of the battle. And Kakuzu, the bastard, is still on two hearts and twice Kakashi's chakra.
Kakashi's chest is already a mess of needle-sized bleeding wounds. That was a near-miss. This won't be.
Kakashi throws his arms into a blocking position anyway, though it's futile. He might end up joining Kei soon. He's alone in this part of the fight.
And then everyone is bowled over by a blast of wind so strong it might have come from another Tailed Beast. Kakashi lands flat on his back with a cough and sees starts when his head hits stone as the shockwaves roll over him, the ground bucking uncontrollably. He can taste blood in the back of his mouth and smell it permeating the air as hot liquid splatters everywhere.
A shadow falls over him. Kakashi looks to the side first, seeing green-gray armor slammed into a mess of black and pooling blood. Then he looks up, half-blind with fatigue, grief, and pain, and sees a ringed red-gold eye staring down.
"You cannot die here, " said Isobu. And though that vast voice rattles Kakashi's bones, it's kind. It's soft. And that huge eye is dripping tears that land heavily all around Kakashi's bloodstained body. " Kei…would not want that."
Kakashi manages to nod, and the opposite armored hand carefully scoops him up.
Kakashi closes his eyes and the world falls away.
Leave a "Love Me" in my ask, and I'll write a fluffy drabble about two (or more) characters.
Kei's apartment was one of those strange places where people gathered, sometimes in spite of themselves. She knew it, which was why there was always food in the fridge or a tea kettle in easy reach of the stove, complete with loose-leaf tea in a dozen assortments. That place contained every knickknack and piece of the past she owned, from her fūinjutsu desk to worry beads from Rin to the shrine for her parents' spirits. She cleaned occasionally, when nervous or trying to keep her mind off other issues, but ultimately the place was lived-in. It was a hub the people in it could use as a home base.
Kakashi's, by contrast, was spartan but serviceable. His possessions were what he wanted to keep, ranging from mission gear to his father's repaired tantō. His Icha Icha collection was stacked neatly on a bookshelf, bracketed by other series he and Kei had been reading. The single room didn't have much adornment aside from the pictures of his team. It didn't need them.
Being in each other's spaces was something they had both learned one inch at a time.
Kei couldn't stand sleeping on her back. Could hardly stand being on her back on some days, for reasons that related to Isobu and a deep-seated fear of being turned shell-down that seemed to come from his turtle components. So when she slept in his bed, Kakashi curled up against her back and wrapped his arms around her waist. Nothing could get past him.
Kakashi treated strong perfumes and scents like the abominations they were. Kei never wore either, giving his much-taxed nose a break after a long day. Ink and paper and mochi were much easier on him, and though he didn't like sweets, any combination of the above were enough to help ease his thoughts. When she worked on fūinjutsu in her home or his, he visited often and made a habit of reading with his back to hers, allowing them to enjoy each other's company in silence.
Mornings like this were precious. A quiet evening spent in peace, tucked against one another under a shared blanket, and a gentle sunrise with no impending missions, meetings, or demands on their time. They could just be .
Kakashi woke slowly, peering at the ceiling with his normal eye. The sunlight got caught on the blinds, sending little shafts of light across the bedspread. Kei, tucked into his side with both legs around one of his, and no blankets because summer evenings clung to the air through dawn.
Kei stirred, just slightly. Maybe she felt his breathing change, but all she did was bury her face in the crook of his neck.
"Five more minutes?" Kakashi mumbled, just loud enough for her to hear.
She made a little grumbly noise.
"Ten?" Kakashi suggested. "An hour."
Kei slowly reached up with her left arm, because her right was pin. She brought a finger to Kakashi's lips and quite clearly shushed him, even if she didn't bother to form the words.
Kakashi smiled, then took her hand in his and lowered it to his chest. She could feel his heartbeat just fine, but sometimes she liked to be sure.
Kei made a contented noise and went back to sleep.
sketchbananafairy said to cyb-by-lang:
Haunt me kakakei perhaps before they started dating?
Leave a "Haunt Me " in my ask, and I'll write a drabble about one character watching over another [as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify .]
Kei's only seen Kakashi train a few times, at least outside of their team meetups and Hayate's lessons. She's cautious about imposing, but there's a tiny part of her the takes the time out of her day, even when she's doing something else, that constantly scans the village just to make sure everyone is doing all right. Kakashi's just one of the easier ones to find.
Gai's practically in the next province, for example. Obito was in the admin building earlier, but now he's hanging out in the hospital waiting for Rin to get off shift so they can come to Kei's apartment. Genma is dragging Ebisu out to an Akimichi restaurant before both of them are happily ambushed by their teacher and his family. Sensei left a clone in the Hokage office to walk his kids home from school. Her brother's team is out of town, chasing rumors of an underground gambling den. Everyone seems happy enough.
Kei focuses on Kakashi again. Between him and his eight dogs, they have a training field to themselves and are playing Thunder Terror Tag. Which is basically like the playground game, but with Lightning jutsu.
Kei can't tell who's winning, or which dog is currently It. But after a bit longer to focus on her chakra sense, she goes back to chopping daikon for dinner. Everyone's all right.
Of course, her moment of distraction nearly costs her a fair chunk of blood and a ruined meal, but that's a small price to pay for knowing the people in her life are happy.
Anonymous said to cyb-by-lang:
Quiet Me ObiRin
Leave a "Quiet Me " in my ask, and I'll write a drabble about one character trying to calm another down [ be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free to specify .]
Obito doesn't cry often. He used to, when they were all smaller and made of sharp edges that cut at each other as they moved, like bags of broken glass. Obito likes to say, now, that he doesn't cry because his empty eye doesn't know how to stop. So it's best not to start.
But there are moments, when he's practically burning in place from frustration and overusing his Fire ninjutsu, that cracks show. Obito hugs Rin like his life depends on it, eye shut and tears rolling down his cheeks even if the
So, Rin starts to hum. She chooses the same song she has before, soft and sweet at the bottom of her voice. She doesn't know the words anymore, if she ever did, but the melody is her parents' legacy.
Rin makes it through one verse before Obito loosens his grip, and so Rin squeezes him in return. Hard enough to make him squeak and startle a hitching breath out of him. And they hold onto each other until the shaking stops.
Anonymous said to cyb-by-lang:
Love Me with super fluffy and sassy!IsoKei BROTP
Leave a "Love Me" in my ask, and I'll write a fluffy drabble about two (or more) characters.
There's one final brushstroke, the work is complete.
"Got it," Kei says, and finally allows his cat-sized clone to wriggle out of her grip. She sets her paint brushes aside and starts swirling the ends in a cup of water, though the paint will probably stick around. She's never worked with ship-grade materials before.
Isobu peers down at the clone, relying as much on Kei's senses as his own. It's difficult to see a creature the size of his pupil, if that.
"I think… " he begins, squinting uselessly, " that the yellow clashes. Do it again, but with purple."
His tiny clone turns around sharply and stomps back up to Kei. It lays its spiky head on her thigh again and, at Isobu's command, it tries its best to give Kei a pleading look.
It's totally unnecessary. Kei, unlike most people, thinks Isobu's clones are adorable.
"Okay, okay. Hold still this time!" Kei insists, and starts to scrub the second draft from the clone's shell. "Whitebeard's gonna think this is the cutest thing ever."
"As long as I think it is the cutest thing ever, " Isobu says, " I am fine with that."
sveajacobs said:
Invite me, Rin and Minato Or Zip me Kei and Obito Please :)
Leave a "Invite Me" in my ask, and I'll write a drabble about one character asking another character to join them.
"Though it is temporary—and you don't have much time to train now—it is a chance to work with your friends. What do you say, Rin-san?" Minato asks, with the permission forms on the table between them.
Rin only glances at Akihito-shishō for a second, to see him chewing on the end of his cigarette filter. She already knows what answer she's going to give.
"I'm in," Rin says, and signs the Chunin Exam paperwork with a flourish.
Leave an "Zip Me " in my ask, and I'll write a drabble about one character dressing another, or the other way around [ this can also be used for shutting them up as well, but feel free to specify .]
"I still can't get over that mask," Kei says, though she does help Obito put it on. Between the pumpkin-bright one-eyed design and the dark body armor, he looks like a man trying to play the headless horseman.
"I think it looks cool!" Obito insists, and he grins before his face disappears underneath it.
chibi-blue-scapula said to cyb-by-lang:
Haunt me; Mito Uzumaki watching over Kushina and her family.
Leave a "Haunt Me " in my ask, and I'll write a drabble about one character watching over another [as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify .]
Here's the truth: Mito Uzumaki didn't live long enough to see the downfall of Uzushiogakure. She didn't live long enough to teach her little cousin how to keep the Nine-Tails pacified.
But despite everything, and with her family collected around her in a brilliant, loud, bickering throng, Mito Uzumaki looks down into the imperfect, unkind world she left behind.
The once-Princess of the Uzumaki clan, wife to the First Hokage, and tempering wisdom to her village's bold new path, watches her descendants. Their lives aren't always gentle. The children of her clan aren't always peaceful, kind, or particularly considerate.
But they live, where many do not.
Mito Uzumaki watches Tsunade, and sees the most powerful daughter of the Uzumaki and Senju clans find happiness.
Mito watches Kushina, and sees another jinchūriki protect her loved ones alongside the most dangerous creature in the world.
She watches the children, Naruto and Tatsumaki, grow.
And she is content.
kuruasu said to cyb-by-lang:
X me something from the cyb side of cold calling
Leave a "X Me" in my ask, and I will write whatever it is that you wish, [specify.]
I went with "Quiet Me" since you didn't specify. Kaito has outbursts; his team reels him in.
Kaito, of course, had several things to say about the strangers Team Kei had politely ushered back through a giant hole in space-time. He'd always been the one to react first and most forcefully, to contrast his siblings/teammates and their (in one case marginal) self-control.
"Kei-sensei, seriously. What the shit ." The air temperature dropped by at least twenty degrees in his immediate vicinity. "They were at the gate! No one's been through that thing since the last time Mount Soragami exploded! And they were in our home !"
Aiko nodded along, but she'd always been less explosive. "And then there was the language. They spoke total gibberish! It was like someone tried to make Komogakure code into something real."
"It actually is a real thing," Kei replied, scratching the back of her neck. "Just not here." To Kaito, she added, "And I'm sorry, but even if them tromping around the village is disrespectful… It's not worth a fight. They didn't know what they were doing."
Kaito scowled, but he couldn't meet his teacher's eyes. Or those of his teammates. "People die of ignorance all the time."
"But it's not our job to enforce that." Often. "Kaito, we're here to remember good people. Not to snarl and snap at people who came here by accident."
"…Yeah." This time, when Aiko hugged Kaito's arm, he didn't pull away or yell. He just sighed and rubbed at his eyes, his free hand coming away wet. "Fuck. I lost the flowers."
"I've got them," Roku said softly, holding up a small bouquet wrapped in an Iron Sand vase. "Let's get back to that."
"I still wanna know what the fuck was up with them," Kaito grumbled under his breath as they walked back to the old Sorayama longhouse.
"We can use my theories as bedtime stories, then." Kei patted his shoulder. "It'll be a nice change of pace."
Anonymous said to cyb-by-lang:
Break me, Kei and Kakashi
Leave a "Break Me" in my ask, and I will write an angsty drabble.
Kei and Kakashi went crashing to the ground, each a separate heap.
"We're done here," Minato told them as they heaved themselves up for the next round, as though it would make any difference. With his hands on his hips and his brow furrowed, disappointment was in every inch of his stance. What was new, though, was the dark pity in his eyes.
Neither of his students so much as looked in the other's direction.
"Kakashi. Head home. Train with Fuse-san," was Minato's order. The youngest jonin inclined his head just slightly, his only visible eye closing to acknowledge the rebuke. He'd done wrong, and he knew it.
Kei watched him go, but Minato couldn't see past her bangs. She rubbed at her new scar anyway, nervous or just fidgeting for the sake of it.
Minato didn't know how to put a name to the melancholy hanging over their team, and didn't want to. The pain loomed, just out of sight, with its fangs and claws bared.
"Kei," Minato began, then paused. "Just… Hug your mother. Your brother. You can't keep this up."
Kei nodded, already leaving the training field. She only stopped long enough to scoop a loose kunai off the ground, and then she was gone.
Minato waited until his students were well out of sensing range, then brought a hand to his face. What had looked like pity shook its disguise free as Minato turned to the memorial. His stoic facade crumbled.
"I'm so sorry, Obito. If I'd just been faster…"
Their team's heart was gone. The shinobi Obito had died to save were hollow without him.
And there was nothing Minato could do about it.
ilove2readandmusic said to cyb-by-lang:
An enamor me with KakaKei perhaps during one of their birthdays please.
Leave a "Enamor Me " in my ask, and I will write a fluffy drabble characters trying to woo one another [ be it out of the blue/Valentines Day, feel free to specify .]
"And here we see the rare Huge Dork trying to court a potential mate," Genma muttered under his breath, as Kei handed over what had to be a freaking family heirloom .
"Any idea where she got that, kid?" Raidō asked Hayate, who had slunk carefully away from the couch. It was probably better not to caught in potential hug-range of Kakashi, who was just unfamiliar enough with the whole idea to probably strangle someone. In joy.
Kei seemed to be doing fine, though.
"Oh, a mission." Hayate grinned even as he tried to whisper, "D'you think it was a good idea we made sure Sis gave it to him?"
"And now, the Huge Dork needs to escape the deadly embrace of—" Genma continued muttering, while Kei and Kakashi showed no signs of stopping. It was mostly Kakashi's fault.
Raidō observed the situation, then nodded firmly. "You did good."
lunarsilverfox said to cyb-by-lang:
X me for kei and kakashi. The x should be a surprise like them finding out they got a little bun in the oven.
Leave a "X Me" in my ask, and I will write whatever it is that you wish, [specify.]
So. Kei stares down at the bathroom sink for a while, face blank.
So, Isobu prompts.
From what seems like a long way off, but is really just from the sitting room, Kakashi's voice drifts into the bathroom, "Is something wrong?"
"Well," Kei says after a second, "that depends? Remember how you asked if I was sick?"
"I do. What's wrong?" Kei hears Kakashi pad across the apartment, and the creak of wood as he settles against the wall just outside the bathroom.
"Um." Kei's eyes are drawn back to the pregnancy test strip in the trash can. The results are hard to argue with. And between throwing up that morning and Kakashi commenting about something being off about her scent? Kind of hard to deny certain truths. Still.
"Kei?"
Kei fished the damn thing out of the trash and pulled the bathroom door open. "So, uh. How do you feel about possibly being a dad?"
Kei saw and felt the exact moment that Kakashi's brain processed what she'd said, and instantly short-circuited.
laternenfisch asked:
Could you do a "paint me" for kei drawing (for?) isobu? Maybe somehing with seals? Or painting seals on somebody? I always thought they were very pretty.
Leave a "Paint Me " in my ask, and I'll write a drabble about one character drawing a picture of another [ like one of your french girls~ be it painting them or drawing them, maybe offering a picture of them as a gift, feel free to specify .]
Kei took his hands in hers. Her fingers drifted along the backs of his hands, gentle as she could manage. His skin tingled, but his feelings had nothing to do with it.
"I'm sorry." Kei's hands stilled along his wrists, turning his palms up. A mirror of his veins were painted across his hands and wrists in the form of burns. The scars were years old, but Kei hadn't been able to explore them. Not like this.
"Don't be." Kakashi was used to the fernlike scars, fanning up from his fingertips and wiping out parts of his palm prints. If he'd ever had noticeable hair on the backs of his hands, it was long gone. "I wouldn't have done anything different."
"If I had, you never would've been put in that position." Kei let go of his left wrist to rub at her eyes. "Sorry. Um. I'm making this awkward."
"You're not." Kakashi tugged on Kei's other arm and she let go. "I think they look pretty cool."
Kei blinked, then her expression screwed up as her thoughts crashed into one another. Then, after a second, she said, "Isobu wants to know if, uh, you want me to try covering these up with ink, like we did with my Sorayama mementos." Kei gestured vaguely with her left arm, drawing attention to the tattoos crawling up her arm.
"…Does he want someone else to carry his face around?" Kakashi asked, after thinking it over.
Kei coughed. "…Kind of."
"As long as it's not permanent, sure." Kakashi's right arm was the more-scarred of them, so he offered Kei that arm first. "Do your worst."
"You'll eat those words," Kei said, and smiled. "He's got plans."
"It'll be fun to see what they are."
anonymous asked:
"Haunt Me" with Tobirama with Obito (or the Uchiha Clan in general) or Danzo until Danzo is dead. Please and thanks, Lang, you lovely person.
Leave a "Haunt Me " in my ask, and I'll write a drabble about one character watching over another [as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify .]
The first time Obito sees the white-haired man in his kitchen, he doesn't panic at first. Obito knows a few people who fit that descriptor, so his immediate response is to turn to face the intruder properly and go, "Kakashi, what the f—" before his mouth snaps shut.
Because that is not Kakashi.
Leaving aside the thing with the mask, Kakashi doesn't have red eyes or red markings on his face. His hair falls totally differently, and Yamato's the only person Obito knows who wears a retro-style headband with any seriousness. Add in the century-old armor and a glare that could probably stop a mere mortal's heart, and the man in his kitchen can only be Tobirama Senju.
Also, he doesn't have feet. Because ghosts don't .
"Bwuh?!" is the second thing Obito says to one of Konoha's founders. It's not much more articulate than the first thing. And the first thing he does is hurl a wok at the apparition.
"I thought you'd be taller," the Second Hokage says, as though Obito hadn't just sent a wok through his head.
Obito sputters.
The Second Hokage doesn't wait for commentary, choosing instead to drift through one of his apartment's walls. Fooling Obito for half a second that either he was gone or Obito's brain was playing tricks on him, replaying Madara's greatest hits or some bullshit like that, he drifts back through.
Obito's Sharingan is up and spinning, and the ghost isn't going away.
"Not much to look at," the Second Hokage comments, as he looms over Obito. This has something to do with how Obito'd skittered backward until he hit a table and knocked his feet out from under himself. "Patchwork biology, only one eye… And somehow, two entire legacies crammed their faith into an Uchiha all the same."
Obito's voice comes out as a nervous squeak, killing any questions as dead as their intended recipient.
The Second Hokage's red eyes bore into his lone Sharingan. "The entire Uchiha clan should be thankful Madara chose you."
"I—what?"
"Because it killed him ," the Second Hokage steps back, though he doesn't have any more feet than before. "Well done. Better than Hashirama or Danzō, at any rate."
Obito blinks, Sharingan deactivating. And the ghost is already gone.
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"Your military doesn't have fraternization laws?" Jack asked.
Sam leaned forward over the table, though she didn't go as far as to put her elbows on it. The low table looked sturdy enough, but rules were rules.
Even if they'd just seen a bowl of ramen disappear wholesale from in front of one of the people seated at the table. These people were sneaky.
Kei, leaning heavily against a man with a ski mask and shock-white hair, said something as she toyed with the flattened lead of a sniper's bullet in her hands.
"She said it's harder to date outside of the super-soldier parts of society," Daniel translated. He shot a glance at Sam and Jack in turn.
"What?" asked Sam.
"Nothing."