GENTLE REVEL

Kakashi arrived at Sanctuary, feeling the familiar sense of peace that the place always seemed to exude. He knocked twice, and a moment later heard her voice inviting him into the hut. He stepped inside to find Sachiko lighting a few more lanterns, their soft glow adding to the cosy atmosphere of the room. She looked up and greeted him with a warm smile.

"Good evening, Kakashi-san. How was your day?" she asked, her voice gentle and welcoming.

"It was... eventful," Kakashi replied, slipping off his gloves as he usually did and settling into his usual comfortable spot by the low table in front of the fire.

"But it's good to be here." Sachiko poured tea into delicate cups and handed one to Kakashi. They both took a moment to enjoy the warmth and comfort of their surroundings, the crackling fire providing a soothing backdrop. Sachiko looked around the room from her position opposite from him, a thoughtful expression on her face.

"You know, I was thinking... we often talk about the present and the future, but we rarely share stories from our pasts. How about tonight, we take a break from everything and just share some stories?" Kakashi nodded, intrigued by the idea.

"I would like that. It sounds... refreshing." Sachiko paused, and Kakashi could almost see the many stories passing through her thoughts, her eyes reflecting the flickering firelight.

"I think I'll start with a legend from my family. It's a story called 'Winter's Blessing,' about the origins of our abilities." Kakashi leaned back, ready to listen, his curiosity piqued.

"Our legend tells, that thousands of years ago, there was a boy called Komo. He was a farmer's son, with no particular strength or ability. Just a simple youth who spent his days tending the family's tea fields, and goats." she started.

"The story says he was kind, and excitable, just as any youngster would be." there was a soft laugh in her voice.

"One particular winter was harsh and bitter, and famine spread throughout the snow country. Trying to help his family, he left the farm in search of seeds and shrubs. He was caught in a blizzard deep in the mountain passes where he found an injured winter rabbit. Rather than leaving it to die in the cold snow, he took it and wrapped it in his shirt, and took it with him. The storm intensified, forcing him to seek shelter in the caves where he was trapped for three days. He tended to the rabbit in that darkness, treating its wound and feeding it from his own reserves of food, which eventually ran out." she continued, and Kakashi listened, engrossed in the tale while the tea in his hand steamed, forgotten. Sachiko continued, her voice soft and melodic, carrying the weight of tradition and memory.

"On the third night, weak and delirious on the brink of starvation, Komo took the rabbit who had shown no signs of improvement in his arms and lay down next to a dying fire he'd built with what he had left. He... would rather have died of starvation than kill the rabbit to feed himself. The story says, that when he woke, he found a beautiful woman with hair like spun silver and eyes that sparkled like the first snow next to him, his head cradled in her lap. A light shined above him, and it spoke to him. It said, that for his compassion, and his sacrifice, his hands would shape winter's essence, and his blood would carry its blessing." She smiled softly.

"He returned to the farm as Komo Fubukinokamiya, the first of our line. He saved the village, releasing the frost from the crops. The villagers were in awe and gratitude, and Komo became a revered figure. That power has been passed down through generations, a reminder of Komo's compassion and the spirit's blessing. Each descendant carries a piece of that original kindness and strength. That's why our hands are cold." Kakashi listened, captivated by the tale, images of snow and shadow and beauty crossing his mind.

"That's a beautiful legend. Your family has a remarkable history. But, that doesn't quite explain your eyes. I've never seen anything like them." Kakashi mentioned, hiding a compliment.

"Oh, Komo's eyes were purple. But the legend says the shade is the mark of the gods, brightened by a kiss from winter's daughter." Sachiko smiled, taking the hint. Kakashi nodded thoughtfully.

"I see. Your eyes truly are unique. They reflect that divine heritage." Sachiko's smile grew warmer. "Thank you. It's said that our eyes hold a piece of the spirit's blessing, a reminder of our origins and our connection to the winter's essence." Kakashi took a moment to reflect on her words.

"It's fascinating how deeply your family's history and abilities are intertwined. It's a legacy to be proud of." Sachiko nodded, her expression thoughtful.

"It is. And it's a reminder of the responsibility we carry, to use our abilities with the same kindness and compassion that Komo did." Kakashi's expression softened.

"I can see why. It's a powerful story, one that carries a lot of meaning." Sachiko looked at Kakashi with a curious smile.

"Now it's your turn. Tell me a story from your past." Kakashi chuckled softly, taking a sip of his tea.

"Al right. I'll start with something light. How about a humorous story from my time with my old team-mates?" Sachiko nodded eagerly, ready to listen.

"I'd love to hear it." Kakashi leaned back, a nostalgic smile on his face.

"This one involves Guy, of course. We were both young and full of energy, always trying to outdo each other. One day, Guy challenged me to a race up the Hokage Monument. It was an insane idea, but I accepted, thinking it would be a fun challenge." Sachiko's eyes sparkled with curiosity.

"Who won?" Kakashi chuckled.

"Well, the race started off as usual—Guy going full speed, shouting about youth and determination, and me, just trying to keep up without expending too much energy. But halfway through, we were ambushed by a group of wild boars. It was chaos. Guy, in his usual dramatic fashion, decided to fight them off with his 'Dynamic Entry' moves, while I tried to find a way around them." Sachiko laughed, imagining the scene.

"That sounds like quite the adventure." Kakashi nodded, smiling.

"It was. In the end, we both made it to the top, covered in mud and exhausted. We called it a draw, but the real victory was the memory of that crazy race. It's moments like those that remind me of the importance of camaraderie and having fun, even amidst all the seriousness of our duties." Sachiko smiled warmly.

"That's a wonderful story, Kakashi-san. It's nice to hear about the lighter moments in your life." Kakashi's expression softened.

"Sometimes, it's those lighter moments that help us get through the tougher times. They remind us of the bonds we share and the importance of enjoying life, despite everything." he said.

"You seem fond of each other. Is Guy a Jonin like you?" she asked. Kakashi nodded, his smile widening at the mention of his long-time rival and friend.

"Yes, Guy is a Jonin, just like me. We've known each other for years, ever since we were Genin. He's always been... well, Guy. Full of energy, constantly challenging me to all sorts of competitions." Sachiko's eyes sparkled with interest.

"It sounds like you have a strong bond. Friendly competition can be a great motivator." she chuckled.

"It is," Kakashi agreed.

"Guy's unique. He has a way of pushing everyone around him to be their best. Sometimes his enthusiasm can be a bit much, but his heart is always in the right place." Sachiko smiled warmly. "It's good to have someone like that in your life. It sounds like he's more than just a rival; he's a true friend." Kakashi's expression softened.

"He is. Despite our differences, we've always had each other's backs. In our line of work, that's invaluable." Sachiko sipped her tea thoughtfully.

"You mentioned your old team-mates earlier. Are you still in touch with them?" Kakashi's gaze grew distant for a moment.

"Not as much as I'd like. After the Third Shinobi War, things changed. We all went our separate ways. But the memories we made together, and the bond we share, those are things I'll always carry with me." Sachiko reached out, placing a hand gently on Kakashi's arm.

"I'm sure they feel the same way. Bonds like that don't fade easily." Kakashi looked at her, a grateful smile tugging at his lips.

"Thank you. It's comforting to talk about these things. Sometimes, it's easy to get lost in the responsibilities and forget about the connections that matter most." Sachiko nodded, her expression understanding.

"It's important to remember those connections. They shape who we are and give us strength, especially during difficult times." Kakashi took a deep breath, feeling a sense of peace settle over him.

"You're right. And I'm glad I can share these moments with you. It helps to have someone to talk to, someone who understands." Sachiko smiled, her eyes warm.

"Any time. I'm here for you, just as you're here for your students and comrades." Kakashi's smile widened, a genuine warmth in his eyes.

"Thank you. That means a lot to me." he felt somehow lighter, like removing his heavy flak jacket after a hot and humid day.

"My grandfather told me that Konoha is filled with... interesting people. I suppose I understand why he tried to be careful." she sighed, and Kakashi cast her a quick glance. She seemed to choose her words carefully.

"Interesting?" she blushed, leaning back into the couch.

"I believe he used the term "dangerous", but I think that's a hard label to stick on everyone. I'd like to think that they're people... like you." she said softly, hiding her face behind the teacup. Kakashi's gaze softened, touched by Sachiko's words.

"That's a very kind sentiment." He paused, considering her grandfather's caution.

"Your grandfather was wise to be cautious. Konoha can be a challenging place, filled with its share of dangers and complexities. But you're right; not everyone fits neatly into the category of 'dangerous.' There are many good people here, people who strive to protect and support one another." Sachiko nodded, her eyes meeting Kakashi's with a mixture of curiosity and warmth.

"I've seen glimpses of that since I arrived here. Despite the challenges, there's a sense of camaraderie and resilience among the people of Konoha. It's... inspiring." Kakashi smiled, a hint of pride in his expression.

"Yes, that's one of the things that makes this village special. We may come from different backgrounds and have our own struggles, but when it comes down to it, we stand together as a community." Sachiko's smile mirrored Kakashi's.

"It's comforting to know that there are people like you here. People who embody the values of loyalty, courage, and compassion." Kakashi's heart warmed at her words.

"Thank you. And I'm grateful to have met someone like you as well. Your presence brings a sense of tranquillity and understanding to those around you." Sachiko's cheeks flushed slightly at the compliment.

"I'm just doing what I can to make a positive impact, even in my own small way." Kakashi watched her for a moment longer, the light flush on her face reminding him of the shade of a lily petal; the kind he frequently left at the graves.

"And that's more valuable than you may realize. Your kindness and compassion make a difference, Sachiko-san. Never underestimate the impact you have on others." Sachiko's eyes sparkled with gratitude as she met Kakashi's gaze.

"Thank you. That means a lot to me." The two sat in companionable silence for a moment, the warmth of their connection filling the room like the soft glow of candlelight. In that moment, Sachiko felt a deep sense of gratitude for the friendship she had found in Kakashi, and for the sense of belonging she had discovered in Konoha. She stared at the cup in her hands, her fingers tracing the edge.

"I imagined, in terms of position, the genins are the oceans. The Chunins are the earth, and the Jonin are the clouds." she chuckled.

"I guess the Hokage would be the moon then, huh?" Kakashi chuckled softly at Sachiko's analogy, finding it both imaginative and insightful.

"That's an interesting way to think about it," he mused, nodding in agreement.

"Genin, Chunin, and Jonin each have their own roles and responsibilities within the village, much like the elements you mentioned." He leaned back on his pillow, contemplating her analogy further.

"The genin are like the oceans, vast and teeming with potential. They're just beginning their journey as shinobi, learning to navigate the currents of the shinobi world." he thought for a moment.

"The Chunin, on the other hand, are like the earth, solid and stable. They've honed their skills and proven themselves capable of taking on more complex missions and leadership roles." he could see the images, and found it simple and enlightening.

"And the Jonin..." Kakashi paused, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"The Jonin are like the clouds, ever-changing and adaptable. They provide guidance and support, drifting wherever they're needed most, whether it's on the battlefield or in training new recruits. As for the Hokage being the moon," Kakashi continued, a hint of reverence in his voice,

"I suppose you could say they're like the guiding light in the darkness, illuminating the path for the village and its inhabitants." Sachiko nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

"That's a beautiful way to look at it, thank you for adding your perspective." she remarked, her eyes sparkling with appreciation.

"It's my pleasure," Kakashi replied warmly.

"It's always enlightening to hear different interpretations of the shinobi world. And your analogy brings a refreshing perspective to the table." With that, the two fell into a comfortable silence, content in each other's company as they continued to enjoy their evening together.

"Your team had better treat you to something nice sometime, for being such a patient and valuable master. Not everyone gets to experience that level of support." Kakashi chuckled softly at Sachiko's comment.

"Well, I suppose I do have a good team," he mused, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"And they do have their moments." Then she blinked, as if remembering something.

"Speaking of which, do you like lemon and poppy seed muffins? I made some yesterday." As Sachiko mentioned the muffins, Kakashi's interest was piqued.

"Lemon and poppy seed muffins?" he repeated, a hint of excitement in his voice.

"Those sound delicious. I'd love to try them, if you don't mind." Sachiko smiled warmly, nodding in response.

"Of course. I'll go fetch them for you." She rose from her seat and headed to the kitchen, returning moments later with a plate of autumn shade puffs speckled with black, their enticing aroma filling the room despite being cooled.

Kakashi's mouth watered at the sight of the muffins, and he eagerly took one from the plate. He took a bite and savoured the burst of flavour, his expression lighting up with delight.

"These are amazing, you're quite the baker." he exclaimed between bites. Sachiko blushed at the compliment, her cheeks tinged pink with pleasure.

"I'm glad you like them," she said softly, her eyes sparkling with happiness.

"It's nice to be able to share something home-made with you." The two of them continued to enjoy the muffins and each other's company, the simple pleasure of good food and good conversation bringing them closer together in the comfort of Sachiko's home.

"I used honey instead of sugar, so it's not as sweet as normal." she said as she retook her seat.

"My grandfather didn't like muffins, but he made everything. I'm not particularly fussy over food, if it tastes good I'll eat it." then she blushed.

"I do tend to be a bit picky about sweets, though." Kakashi nodded appreciatively, taking another bite of the muffin.

"Honey instead of sugar? That's a nice touch," he remarked, savouring the subtle sweetness of the treat.

"And it's always interesting to hear about family traditions, especially when it comes to food." He smiled at Sachiko's admission about her preferences.

"I can understand that. Sweets can be quite subjective," he agreed.

"But these muffins are just right. Not too sweet, not too bland. You have a talent for baking." Sachiko's cheeks flushed at the praise, a pleased smile gracing her lips.

"Thank you, Kakashi-san. I'm glad you enjoy them," she said warmly.

"It's nice to have someone to share them with." The two of them continued to chat and enjoy their muffins, the cosy atmosphere of Sachiko's home creating a sense of peace and contentment between them. It was moments like these, simple and unhurried, that reminded them both of the importance of friendship and connection in their lives.