Playdough
AN: to "youshouldn'tneedtoknow": Sasuke and Naruto aren't born yet; neither are the members of Team Gai. I'm building up until that point.
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Regret
He didn't exactly know how she knew when he returned back from a mission. Whenever he'd asked Rai, the mother would get this dazed look in her eyes and shrug with a small smile.
This time though. This time it was bad.
He'd been sent out on an A-rank mission with two others. Not a big deal; they were scheduled to return to Konoha within a week.
Except that's not what happened.
That A-rank mission turned out to be S-ranked. And while he was fully capable of handling it, his two recently promoted jonin teammates weren't.
That, and along with the fact that they weren't properly equipped for an S-ranked mission caused many, many problems that simply gave the Hatake prodigy a huge headache to think about.
Because of the drawbacks, he'd been away for three weeks.
Three. Fucking. Weeks.
And the result of that was the five year old currently clutching on to him like a lifeline, her sobs raking her form as her tears stained his shirt.
All he could do was pet her hair as she mumbled incoherently.
There were a few things he could make out. Like "I thought you died." or "You promised you'd come back."
And it hurt.
It hurt so fucking bad when he realized he'd caused her pain.
And for the first time in a long time, the Hatake prodigy felt regret.
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