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Ok, another Kakashi pov! Thank you for those who requested that in reviews, I'd completely forgotten when the last time I did one was, and it didn't occur to me until you all reminded me that I sort of left you all hanging in his povs at a turbulent time.
I didn't want to go back over that time in his pov to rehash shit, but I hope I gave a good idea at the sort of relationship they have. I will also do one or two more in his pov after this in which he gets round to a reaction about Sonaru's past.
I hope he comes across as just a bit more emotionally clued up around Sonaru than in the past chapters, because he's had months of practice and help from her to get to a more open point.
I haven't edited this so there are probably some obvious mistakes.
English spoken is all underlined like this
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Chapter 23 - Baby Mine, Don't You Cry
The second he got a look at her red streaked face, Kakashi shoved the seething, futile anger into the back of his mind, focussing his whole attention on the issue at hand. He was on hyper alert immediately, swiftly taking Sona to the bathroom where there was better lighting.
Running through the forefront of his thoughts were all of the poisons that manifested in bleeding eyes, and when she could have ingested it. He simultaneously scanned the apartment for any alien chakra presence that might have bypassed his seal alerts.
He tilted her face further into the light, and scanned her eyes for injury, as well as the rest of her face for any other symptoms of poisoning. To his frustration, some of the facial swelling and bloodshot eyes that he would be looking for had occurred potentially due to crying. He saw no identifiable injury to Sona's eyes, and there was no alarming amount of swelling.
He saw her breathe in and out without restriction, as well as the lack of continued ocular bleeding. No presence made itself known within the apartment, and Sona showed no signs of distress.
"DFB? What are you doing?" Her almost unconcerned tone served as a harsh contrast to the fear that gripped him at the idea of her dying on him.
Her body was so small still, all it would take was a tiny amount to kill her quickly. Yet there were no further symptoms, and beyond the sticky streaks across her face, there were no further signs of the bloody tears she had still been leaking when she had faced him in the living room.
"Is it... a nose bleed?"
There was no pain in her voice, and when he rested a finger over her pulse, it beat at a normal pace without struggle. A flash of suspicion crossed his thoughts but he pushed it to the side until he had further proof.
"It's your eyes," he told her, doing his best to keep his voice even so as not to alarm her, "you've been crying blood."
It was only his skill as a Jōnin that allowed to him to spot the multiple emotions combatting each other on her face, as she registered this information, before it settled again. She puckered her lips slightly and tilted her head, as her eyebrows drew up.
"Well..." she sounded almost blasé, "that's not good."
The complete understatement had him shooting an incredulous look at her. She squinted her eyes at him with mild confusion.
"Or... is it? Is this good?"
"No, Sona. Bleeding from your eyes is not good!" He resisted the urge to face palm.
"Well I don't know! I'm not the chakra magic shinobi expert here, am I?" She defended.
He narrowed his eyes, "I know what you're doing. You're trying to distract me by being ridiculous." She scoffed at him.
"I'm not trying to distract you, I'm just trying to make you stop looking at me like I'm about to keel over dead."
"I don't think you've been poisoned, but it could have been caused by any number of things. I'm taking you to the hospital regardless."
She sighed, resigned, "fair enough, I guess. Although for all we know I could just have haemolacria for no good reason."
He picked her up, and carried her to the bedroom, getting her jacket out and helping her put it on as they spoke.
"What's that? I haven't heard that word before," he only half paid attention, well aware that she was mainly speaking to defuse any tension present and allow herself to think unemotionally.
"It's a rare thing in my old world. It's the word for bleeding partially or fully bloody tears. It's usually part of a greater disease, but sometimes there was no explanation."
With his flak jacket on, his mask up, and Sona dressed warmly, Kakashi put his shinobi sandals on, and jumped from the balcony to save time.
He kept an eye, all the while, on any signs of discomfort or pain from her, but she showed none. As soon as they got to the hospital, Kakashi had a medic check for any signs of poisoning or other warnings for Sona's health, but nothing showed up, much to his relief.
She seemed perfectly healthy, by all accounts. Just to be on the safe side, he waited for Dr. Mukai to be available for blood work, all the while Sona chattering away in his ear inappropriate observations and guesses she made about the other people in the hospital, that steadily got more and more absurd.
"Do you think he wears his pants so tight because he likes the feeling of his testicles being crushed? Perhaps he's secretly a masochist."
"Have you noticed that the two nurses who went into that supply room are taking an awfully long time? Do you think they're up to something a little risqué together?"
"God look at that guy, he's either got a miserable resting face, or he's just realised his injured hands mean no jerk off sessions for a while."
Things just got worse from there. He was mostly inured to general directions her thoughts went in public, and her complete lack of effort to not say the first thing that came to mind to him, particularly, he knew, when she could say it in English and get away with anything.
"Ooh he's come out of that room walking a little funny, I wonder if whoever he's holding the door for is the one who rocked his world... and...that is a dog... dear God, the dirty bastard. Is bestiality considered acceptable here because some animals are capable of giving consent?"
And then sometimes there really was no getting used to the things she was more than happy to say out loud. He suppressed a choke at her unfortunately genuine question and released a pained, "no, Sona. Bestiality is not acceptable and why do I even know that word?"
She gave a casual shrug, "dunno, it's your foul corrupted mind, not mine."
He knew what she was doing. Whenever he was tense or worried or stressed, no matter how hard he tried to hide it, it was one of the things she immediately picked up on. Before he knew it he was too busy being flabbergasted by the things coming out of her mouth.
She just seemed to have the ability to know when he was unhappy about something he couldn't change, and suddenly putting a tilt on the situation that ensured he was facing something which would otherwise be tedious with his mind in the gutter, trying not to show others where his thoughts were at or laugh at the wrong moment entirely.
When he was stressed about something he could act upon, but was too caught up in the situation to know what to do- which generally only applied to non shinobi matters- also happened to be the areas of his life she usually had just as much experience as him, if not more. She would make him explain what was bothering him, and then verbally deconstruct the situation and set it out like a real life shogi game, simplifying anything that seemed complicated and somehow creating win win scenarios for him to choose from or adapt for himself.
Which was why it continued to confound him how she could be so consistently and unrelentingly terrible at shogi.
It was times like these she really did feel more like a little sister and friend, than his child. It was also when he appreciated that fact the most. He still forgot sometimes, though. No, not forgot- he never really forgot that she was a grown woman in her head. It was more like, it just moved to the back of his mind and became something completely subconsciously accepted by him that he didn't even think about it. In those times, he didn't look at her and occasionally struggle to wrap his head around his reality, but instead saw the same Su-chan he had always had.
She had this extra youth to her that most other people her mental age didn't, and had him forgetting she had lived almost as long as he had. Apparently it was because in her old culture, young people stayed children for longer, and she had considered herself a child unquestioningly until she was sixteen - which was mind boggling to him.
But at the same time she wasn't naive like so many civilians, and children. She didn't have the young flimsy hope and optimism that they did, which was closer to ignorance. She straddled the line between the jaded, cynical, hardened shinobi, and the protected, care free, oblivious civilians. It was the latter half that was so capable of bending itself into the shape of sweet little girl who had always been the youngest and smallest and most looked after- just polite, caring and empathetic enough to escape being called spoilt.
It was the former half that always expected the worst she could imagine, that plotted and schemed and manipulated constantly- seeing others as threats or pawns rather than people. She took a bitter pride in that part of herself, and clung to it like it was her only reliable protection, but was something that made her worth less than the next person. Kakashi believed she thought herself to be a far worse person than she really was. She took genuine pleasure in helping others, in making him smile and Gai laugh. She was selfish in her generosity, yes, but she was kind.
He thought she so adamantly claimed that almost everything was subjective, because underneath it, she believed if good and bad were definitive labels, nobody would claim her to be good. Sona was, in many ways, her own harshest critic.
He thought she would make a great shinobi, with some help. Someone who would not tarnish the best parts of themselves, like so many did in his line of work, someone who would not lose value of their own humanity or central principles that guided them- instead, someone who held the light inside of them with all the more care, but was not afraid at doing what needed to be done.
Already, he could see she was someone who was motivated to fight for the protection of others more than she was for her own gains. She wasn't above fighting for herself, but her actions were restrained with self doubt, and usually without the same passion.
He found himself just as protective of her now as he was when he thought she was a child. Perhaps more so, considering she was far more aware and capable of being afraid or mentally damaged by what was out there than he had known. She wasn't helpless, as he had thought, but she wasn't ready, and it was something that worried him constantly.
She was no where near prepared for the wider world yet, and the thought that it was all up to him and Gai, as the two people who knew just what they were working with, was terrifying. They could not protect her forever, they needed to teach her how to protect herself. Kakashi's greatest fear was failure to do so, and losing her because he hadn't given her everything she'd need to not just survive but live, like she wanted to.
Sona had successfully wriggled her way into the centre of his life, and he couldn't bear the idea of her being taken away permanently. She was physically there in a way nobody had ever been before, and he hadn't known how much he wanted that until she had almost forced it upon him, with her demands for the same.
A nudge knocked Kakashi from his thoughts, "look sharp, fuckbreath, Dr. Sexy incoming."
Kakashi carried Sona, and they made their way to a private room as usual, following Dr. Mukai.
She settled herself across from them, as he sat with Sona in his lap, with her familiar professional and perceptive demeanour, that didn't quite edge over into intimidating. Both Sona and Kakashi agreed that in another life the woman would have been a fantastic dominatrix. Well... actually Sona had said that and Kakashi had pretended she hadn't, but agreed silently.
"What seems to be the problem, Hatake-san, it says in my notes here that you just had Subaru tested for poison, which came up clear."
Quickly suppressing the images Sona had placed in his head, insisting to himself that Dr. Mukai did not purr his name, and resisting the urge to glare at the girl - she always did this to him, she didn't even need to say it out loud anymore.
"There was an incident just before we came here. Subaru was crying and when she looked at me it became clear that her tears were blood, rather than water. She didn't show any other symptoms that would indicate a cause, nor was there any damage to her eyes or tear ducts, and I thought some blood work might provide answers."
Dr. Mukai diligently took notes as always as she spoke, "and has this happened before, or had Subaru bled unexpectedly from other orifices?"
"No, only her eyes. This was the first time she's cried since she was a newborn baby, at which point she didn't produce tears, so I wouldn't know if this was a one off or not. I do know her eyes are capable of watering normally, due to laughter, yawning and other causes."
Dr. Mukai gave an affirmative noise, a small smile tucked into the corners of her mouth, "Excellent. Well it's nice to know Subaru has been laughing to such an extent. She's shown great progress there. You're looking for some blood work, then?"
"Yes, with the same security as last time."
Sona opened her eyes from the 'power nap' she had been taking, as she almost always did in the hospital to avoid having to participate in conversation, and held her arm out eagerly.
The needle slipped under her skin, and just as before, Kakashi noticed Sona's eyes riveted to the blood rising in the clear vial, and again with the second one. Dr. Mukai efficiently labelled the vials and stood.
"I'll take care of these myself, since the usual young man I'd trust with these isn't working tonight," and she left with her usual efficiency.
Sona stared after Dr. Mukai, a puzzled frown making its way onto her face.
"Sona? What's wrong?"
She hesitated, biting her inner lip, before slowly replying, "I don't know how to describe it properly... it's like... the blood in those vials are still... inside me... but not. She's not in the room with them anymore but I know exactly where they are. I'm in them. It's like when I lucid dream...when I'm also the floor and other people, although I have to concentrate far more to stretch my consciousness into them to control them. Except more vivid, because I'm awake and more aware."
Kakashi's brain worked double time to translate those meandering uncertain words, and comprehend them fully.
"That sounds like you're sensing your own chakra inside the blood."
Another, firmer, flash of suspicion travelled through him at the cause of her bloody tears, but he kept them to himself until they were home, where privacy was far more guaranteed.
"Is that normal?"
"It's not implausible." His careful, taciturn answer gave Sona the clues she needed, and she changed subject.
"So what do you think of Dr. Sexy's nails?"
Kakashi groaned, not even needing to guess where this was going; Sona had a ridiculous theory that long overly decorated nails were for women who were interested in other women. She also thought Dr. S- Mukai was not attracted to men.
"What? Don't tell me those aren't Dr. Sexy special Lesbian Nails, for kinky-" and then an obscene gesture with her hand, which he chose to continue pretending she didn't know.
"I thought you were the one who said those sorts of sweeping statements about people were asking to get someone ignored for life for chronic idiocy or punched in the face or both," he reminded, knowing he wasn't going to win this one.
She sniffed imperiously, "that's only for twats who actually believe in their own sweeping statements. It's fine otherwise, sweep away, I don't care. The point is, you can't deny Dr. Sexy is definitely not interested in men."
"Yes I can," he replied blandly. She patted his arm pityingly, and looked with exaggerated sorrow at him, until he flicked her hand away.
"Well yes I suppose you can, you poor deluded man. Pine away, dear heart. Pine away."
"I don't have a crush on her. And before you even start I don't have an efficiency kink either, and how do I even know what that is?"
The conversation continued in that ridiculous vein, until Dr. Se- Mukai returned with the results an impressively short amount of time later.
They both collected themselves quickly, and Kakashi noticed Sona magically manage to fall into another power nap within two seconds, as Dr. S- Mukai sat down, reading the sheet of paper as she did.
"I can definitely confirm that Subaru has no foreign substances in her blood, so you have no need to worry about that Hatake-san," she paused then, a tiny wrinkle appearing between her brow, "I know last time we did blood work Subaru was low on iron, which I suggested might be a contributing factor to her tired demeanour, and to put her on an iron rich diet."
Kakashi nodded, "Yes, she's still on it."
"I have to say, I don't think I've ever seen someone with such high levels of iron in their blood. Have you been giving her iron supplements or multivitamins?"
"No, I don't own anything like that. The only things I own are the typical pills you'd find in a shinobi kit, and Subaru hasn't touched it."
She took notes, "and Subaru hasn't shown any signs of nausea, dizziness, a fast or weak pulse, headaches, fever, shortness of breath or fluid in the lungs, discoloured bluish skin, jaundice or seizures?"
"No, none of those."
"Despite the unusually high iron content levels, I'll cross off iron poisoning then, considering it's not generally something that builds up gradually, but caused by swallowing high amounts at once. On top of that Subaru's body shows no problems with metabolising the iron. Considering this isn't something your own body is capable of, I'll put a mark on the side, that this may be an inherited ability from her mother.
"From what I can see, Subaru isn't at risk. However, I'd suggest keeping an eye on it, and if any other symptoms show up, or she begins to lose too much blood from crying, bring her straight back. There is every the possibility that these are early manifestations of an unknown Kekkei Genkai from her mother's side."
Time passed swiftly after that, and Kakashi found them back at home as he thought deeply on the hints he had been given. He removed his shoes and both their jackets, and sat down on the sofa. His eye caught the so far quiet Sona, and realised with a jolt that she was eyeing him sharply. She saw she had his attention.
"You know something. Or you suspect something. C'mon spill," she remarked, shrewdly.
He scratched the back of his head, and thought for a second, "it's been two years and you've not once asked after your biological mother. You never even asked about the circumstances behind your birth beyond what I offered."
She shrugged dismissively, willing to go the long way round the conversation to humour him, "I didn't really care at first. I was too busy being a zombie to even care that you're my tou-san. And then I was too busy getting better to give any thought into any shinobi or blood line matter. And then I was mostly better once more, and I had you and Gai and I didn't really give a shit. I don't need a mother figure, and I don't want one."
He ruffled her hair, with a quirk of his lips, "I know you won't anyway, but don't go telling the details of your conception to anyone else, it's part of a classified mission."
For the first time, Kakashi disclosed the full story behind Sona's creation into this world, as she listened with a serious and intense expression. She was silent for a moment afterward.
"Huh, I kind of just assumed you knocked up some lady with a mysterious past and she died in childbirth or something, leaving only you to look after me. That it was immaculate conception... sort of sucks. Do you ever get-"
"Anyway, the records only stated that she was from Yugakure, except we know that no hidden villages besides our own was stolen from. There really aren't any clans close to Yugakure yet not part of it which have promising Kekkei Genkais. Only one came to mind to me when the evidence was put together, unless it was a passing female shinobi from elsewhere- but then how would they know exactly where to look? Neither Hōzuki Kasumi, nor her assistant had time or resources to dedicate to a manhunt for a particular shinobi. They aimed for that area knowingly and with calculation.
"There are only brief mentions of a clan in records, before and shortly after the inception of Konoha. Everything about them mostly became well spread rumour- including that they settled somewhere considered inhospitable called Jigogudani, after they were chased out of their original home due to politics, close to Yugakure. However, since then there has been little to no sign of their existence, everyone assumed their extinction, and years before you were even born it was confirmed that they were all wiped out. They had a formidable Kekkei Genkai, although not too much is known about the specifics of it still."
He paused for a second, watching Sona consideringly. He knew she didn't cry blood every time her eyes watered, so what was it about that specific time that made the difference? Was it the amount? But no, she'd gotten a lot of dust in her eyes once from him and Gai sparring, and they had watered copiously. Perhaps it had something to do with her emotional state.
"What did you feel, while you were crying?"
She looked to side and tilted her head, "a lot of things... grief? Sadness... anger."
"Do you think you're capable of making yourself cry on command whilst feeling those things?"
"No, probably not," suddenly her head shot up, "wait! There was this one song back home that no matter how many times I heard it I cried each time. Maybe if I play it over in my head, and focus on those emotions... maybe. I don't know if it will work, although I'm still feeling a little wobbly from earlier so it could... I'll give it a go."
Without prompting, she closed her eyes with a furrowed brow, and breathed slowly. He remained still and silent, and within a minute, she was swaying slowly from side to side. Under her breath she began to hum and sing words that he couldn't hear properly, but sounded like a lullaby.
Slowly, her face creased, and she sniffled slightly. After a couple of minutes, a single tear dropped its way down her face. Another one squeezed its way out. Both were clear.
She opened her eyes and wiped her face, checking her hand.
"Didn't work?"
"No."
"Hmm that's a shame. It's a sad song. From a child's film, about a baby elephant that gets taken away from its Mother because she tries to defend him, forced to perform as a clown, and humiliated and shunned for being different. It's the song that plays when he gets to visit her while she's locked up," she sighed with a melancholy slant to her face, "I miss music."
"Are you sure you focussed on your anger enough?"
"I think so. I always found that bit too relatable to my own situation not to get angry as well. Although it was always more bitter anger than..."
She stopped, looking both hopeful and uncertain as she stroked the joints of her left fingers.
"Than what?"
"Well... during both of those memories, but particularly the second bit, I feel this violent anger. A desire to hurt or kill."
"Do you have another memory that brings forth all of those emotions; grief, sadness, anger, and killing intent? If you have a different memory, we can be sure it's the emotions and not the memory itself."
Sona's eyes flicked down as she ran through her memories. He knew when she found one, only a few seconds later, because her whole face darkened into something scornful, filled with angered grief and something close to hatred.
"Yeah. I've got one, easy," her voice was low, and he knew whoever she was thinking of was either someone she wished she had killed, or someone she wished she could kill again. He could already see tears pricking at the corner of her eyes.
Once more, without prompting she closed her lids, and began to hum the song. There was a more vicious cast to her face this time, and if he focussed he could feel the very low level killing intent he had probably missed the first time- too busy buried in his own anger.
She grimaced, and almost bared her teeth as she hummed, but the upper portion of her face showed nothing but mourning. The tears came slightly easier this time, the first two dripped out clear, and then he saw red bead up by her lashes, and start trickling steadily down her cheeks.
Her chest hitched as she breathed, lost in whatever memories still hurt her so badly, and he placed his hands comfortingly on her shoulders.
"Sona, open your eyes," he murmured, so she did.
Red. That was the first thing he saw. Not the red purple they were usually, but blood red. Her entire sclera was lit with the bright red of arterial blood, and darkened to the red found in veins where her purple-red iris usually was. Her pupil was a pinky white, thick horizontal line in the middle of her iris.
The deep red black of deoxygenated blood dripped from them steadily.
"Chinoike," he breathed, his eye wide. Knowing she would want to see, he quickly took her to the bathroom mirror so she could have a look herself.
"Holy shit! What the hell is that?!" Her eyes faded back into its normal striking purple-red, but she didn't look away from herself in the mirror, her face stunned, "that's fucking freaky. Seriously, that shit just didn't happen in my old life. That's... that's such a head trip."
"I believe that is a dōjutsu belonging to the Chinoike clan called Ketsuryūgan." Kakashi was stunned too, despite his previous suspicions, but he didn't show it beyond his still countenance, and slightly widened eye.
He used a cloth to wipe Sona's face down and rinse it off. She watched the pink water swirl down the drain contemplatively.
"It's weird. Once it's a bit further away from me it's more obvious. I can sense that blood as it goes down the drain. It still feels like it's a part of me. It's like I can sense a map of the pipes because of it, until it hits a greater body of water and it... slips through my mental fingers. I think with practice I could hold onto it even then."
"Ketsuryūgan was a dōjutsu that allowed the Chinoike clan mastery of blood."
They went to sit back down as the implications rushed through Kakashi. Immediately he knew he had to keep this quiet for as long as possible. Bringing a new dōjutsu into Konoha that at one time was considered comparable to the sharingan, was also considered extinct and now only had one know wielder of, was guaranteed to place far too much attention on Sona from not only inside Konoha, but across the Elemental Nations.
She was too vulnerable to bear up under that sort of scrutiny. Suddenly it felt like all of those conversations that they had been slowly making their way towards about her future needed to happen now. There was too little time, and too many potential enemies, with just him and Gai to act as buffers.
Kakashi's increasing internal panic was suddenly cut through by Sona's cackles. Surprised, his eyes darted down to where she at his side was sat leaning against him.
"Oh dear god, everyone is so fucked when I get my period."
He deflated and face palmed, "of course that's the first thing you think of."
She calmed down gradually, only a few sporadic giggles escaping her, "so, mastery over blood. That sounds... pretty awesome. Is it awesome? I don't know, usually my imagination would be firing all over the place for potential uses here, but I'm mostly drawing a blank. I just like the colour."
He put his arm round her and pulled her onto his lap, "I don't know many solid facts about it. Although it's rather famous, written accounts have mostly been destroyed, and anything more detailed would likely be in Kaminari no Kuni, in the Daimyo's own records, or Kumo's. Konoha doesn't have the most amiable relationship with Kumo, and they have a reputation for theft of Kekkei Genkais where they can get away with it. As you can imagine, we won't be asking them for more information.
"Listen Sona, you need to keep this a secret until you can sufficiently protect yourself. You need to train using it, of course, but I don't think a civilian life as an option for you anymore."
She turned tilted her head back to look up at him, "I wasn't planning to go for a civilian life anyway, but why not?"
"If it comes out that you have a dōjutsu, high levels of pressure will be placed upon you to marry someone of the council's choosing, settle down, and have a lot of children. Either that, or your genes may well be stolen from to create more by some of the more unscrupulous members of Konoha. The easiest way to protect yourself from both, is to become high profile enough through your merits as a shinobi that they cannot force you, nor risk you leaving the village if they try."
He knew it would kill her inside to be forced to marry someone and have a family that she didn't choose herself. Actually, he didn't think it would- she would probably kill anyone who tried to make her, get herself executed and her eyes stolen. Or she would just kill herself and destroy her eyes so that they didn't get what they wanted from her.
He couldn't allow that to happen. Protecting Sona by teaching her to protect herself suddenly became a whole lot more urgent.
She turned around on his lap to face him, a deadly serious look in her eye.
"DFB, I don't want children. If something happened to me like what happened to you, I would raise them without hesitation. But I don't want to bring children into this world. I don't want to face that pressure to give up on a career or lifestyle I worked so hard for, I don't want to be a mother first and a working woman second.
"I definitely don't want a husband picked for me. If I ever marry, and I don't think I will, it will be someone I've fallen in love with and who completely respects my career.
"I was up for having children in my last life... but in most ways I'm still someone of my old culture, and I don't agree with a lot of the ways Konoha wants their children raised. I would hate to watch children of my own indoctrinated into unquestioningly dedicating their life to fighting and killing at the age of twelve, until they died. Or choosing the- in many ways limited -life that is being a civilian- particularly for females.
"I feel no bitterness or resentment that this is the life I was born into, but when I make my choice to fight, it will be with years of experience in knowing what else could be out there for me, and almost a decade and a half of education.
"I refuse to allow anyone to dictate for me how I should live my life. Especially something so personal as who I should have children with."
He ran his fingernails lightly against her scalp to relax her, and felt a combination of pride, sorrow, empathy, and determination.
"I know, Sona. I'll do my best to help you. I promise. So keep that dōjutsu quiet for as long as you can. I think it's time we start stepping up the subtle physical training Gai and I have already been giving you. You already have a good intellectual basis to start with in shinobi matters, but I'll begin to make that more obvious too. I'll protect you."
She smiled lovingly at him, "I'll protect you too, whatever it takes. I won't just be working for me- that will only take me so far. If learning to protect myself means I make your job easier, and I learn to work alongside you rather than as a liability, I'll give it my all."
"It won't be easy, and I'm not going to be soft with you just because I love you," he warned.
Her whole expression sharpened, and a laser focus he had rarely seen from her seemed to suddenly radiate outward. Rather than look intimidated, she looked viciously thrilled, and a gleam shone in her eye that seemed almost manic, "Excellent. I'd be insulted if you did anything else."
For some reason he got the sudden idea that Sona was going to be one of those people who enjoyed being battered into the dirt, just so that she learned how to last a fraction of a second longer the next time.
So intially when I gave her this dōjutsu, right back in kakashi's first pov, I too drew a complete blank for it's potential uses. Also there will be no epic training montage unfortunately, she's going to have to work and scrape for her Kekkei Genkai abilities, so that they don't seem too OP.
How do you think training Sonaru first will impact Kakashi's team 7 teaching abilities? How long do you think they can keep it a secret? What did you think of Kakashi's handling of it all? What do you think she was imagining to activate her dōjutsu? I hope I did justice on page to the relationship they have in my head.
Also for anyone who didn't know, the film is a Disney film called Dumbo. Came out in something like 1941. The song is called Baby Mine. Makes me cry every damn time haha.