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Their contract was made with the Hatake clan generations ago; it's inevitable that Hatake Kakashi will have a pack.
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20 Feb 2025
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Just an Anbu Kakashi's interactions with a baby Naruto...
In a moment he appears on the window sill, peering through the dirty, gray pane of glass at the contorted face of the child within. Silently, he slides it open. Wind stirs and enters the room alongside him. Cold breeze caresses the bundle of blankets. Inu is loath to barricade his exit, but he shuts the window behind him. Sealing in what little warmth leaks through the closed door.
Balancing his weight across his stride, Inu approaches the crib as a shadow. He peers down at Naruto, who continues to wail.
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Kakashi is missing. He's not the first child to have disappeared, only the latest, but Sakumo will make sure that he will be the last. He's failed his village too many times. He won't fail his son. Sakumo will find Kakashi and bring him home, no matter how long it takes or what he has to do.
But it's not Kakashi that he finds.
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- Part 1 of Paper Skin
- Part 2 of Sakumo Appreciation Club
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27 Jan 2025
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Kakashi thinks they’re just the same.
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27 Jan 2025
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“‘We are our own weaknesses,’ she says, as though reciting from a book. She laughs, and she laughs, and she cries yet again. ‘I wish I’d just burn already.’
Kakashi thinks they’re just the same.”
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Time lost its meaning years or centuries ago, when the world was smaller and the sea was endless, and no one knew what came after the horizon. On a night too cold under stars too bright, with a campfire forged by his own hands, he reached up for the moon in wonder if he could touch it. But his fist closed on air, and no power in the mortal realm would bring him closer.
To him, it was a rainbow.
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26 Jan 2025
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“The ones who started the war lived. That, he learned, was power.”
“Rin told him once that if he loved the present, he could make peace with the past. But he hated today more than yesterday, and he would hate tomorrow even more, because there was no future with her in it.”