A/N: Hello, it's your girl Raven, here. I know it has been a while since I've posted anything. I'm not really trying to keep this account active anymore, but writing fanfic and sharing it tends to be a de-stressor for me. I'm in my senior year of college right now, hopefully graduating in the next couple of months, God willing. This is my last day of spring break and I've been working non-stop on proofing my novel manuscripts. I've become a little obsessed with father/mentor figures becoming yandere for some reason, hence the story below. I'm posting all I've written at once, so please enjoy and keep in mind I do not actually condone any of this behavior. I like weird, niche, dark shit for some reason and like writing it even more. Enjoy.
Ninja were strong, they had to be, the battlefield was an unforgiving place and it was gluttonous with the lives it took. Kakashi had seen the worst of it, after all, almost every person he'd loved died there. Rin. Obito. Minato. Their names were scars on his heart, reminders that war never changes, only faces.
He'd failed rookie squad after rookie squad because none of them had the capacity to survive. But his new team, they had something different. Tenacity and grit that was all too much like his team. For God's sake, they were kids. Regardless of how much the Leaf was hurting for numbers, he couldn't go through it again. Those stupid kids had made him fall in love with them as if they were his own children. They needed so much guidance.
Maybe that's why he did it. Maybe that's why he'd decided to clean out his basement and refurbish it. All of his extra tatami mats were brought down, along with some of his old things; books, training toys — things kids would like. It reminded him of the times Team Minato slept under the stars, Obito and Rin beside him and the endless future before him. He'd missed those moments and then experiencing them all over again with his kids... All of it was overwhelming and lovely.
Maybe that's why he'd taken them.
"Sensei, please." Sakura had managed to get off her gag. He didn't need to gag her as much as he needed to do so with Naruto and Sasuke. She could scream, but the basement was soundproofed when he was a kid in this house. "My parents are going to be worried."
Sasuke growled against the length of linen in his mouth.
Naruto was still waking up. He'd been the hardest to drug with that demonic metabolism of his.
"Don't worry, Sakura," Kakashi said, "your parents would understand what I'm doing."
Sasuke pulled at his restraints, but there was too much rope tied around his arms. He was strong, but there were limits to the human body, especially for genin.
"I'm only going to say this once." Kakashi crouched down so that he was eye level with them. "This is for your own good. The conflict between shinobi lands will tear you apart and I've seen too much death. This is for you. I'm keeping you safe." He looked at Sasuke when he continued, "Any attempt to escape will result in severe punishments. I will provide for your needs, all you have to do is ask. If you behave, I may even consider giving you all privlages." He looked at Naruto who appeared fully awake now, "Do you understand?"
The three of them nodded slowly. Good, things would be easier this way. They'd see that. No matter how much Sasuke complained, Naruto yelled, or Sakura resisted, they were his kids. They were his world and he wasn't going to let anything happen to them.
Kakashi dropped kunai in front of Sakura. She was the smartest among them and the most gentle. Unlike the other two, he'd tied her hands in front of her. "Cut your bindings and then free the other two. Feel free to explore down here, I have an errand to run."
Tears were streaming down Sakura's face, but she nodded and started to cut herself free.
Kakashi reached for her, placing his hand on her head. "Good girl," he said. Then, he turned and climbed the stairs, locking the basement door behind him.