兵士

               but please                don’t take away my name —

                                                           The other night dear                                                            as I lay sleeping I                                                            dreamed I held you                                                            in му αямѕ when I                                                            awoke dear I was                                                                m i s t a k e n

                                                           And I can’t eat, can’t sleep,                                                  can’t sit still or fix things and I wake up and                                                                                I wake up and

@inxzuma

“Kakashi-saaan, fight me! I will be your opponent instead of Gai-sensei!”

  An hour. A whole HOUR. That’s how long Sakura had stood in line at the newly opened dango shop before she decided, fuck it, this was not how she was going to spend her precious day off. She’d come back in a few weeks once the hype had died down and the dangos were considered ‘so yesterday’.

  Sakura turned the corner, fully intent on returning home, mentally listing the ( very few ) ingredients in the refrigerator when she spotted with her little eye a very familiar mop of silver hair with – her brain stopped caring once she realized it was FOOD.

  “Thaaaank you,” the kunoichi whispered in awe as she stares at the now-opened container, nearly drooling at the steamy, kami-blessed food that was okonomiyaki. “And PFFT, you’re not going to ‘waste away’. You knowingly skipped meals - unintentionally skipping one more isn’t going to kill you. Besides, I heard some of the new jounin seem to think you’ve…” Her eyes scanned his form, lingering on his stomach. “…Grown.”

Watching her flick open the lid to his -- his! -- meal, a certain sense of irritation bubbled up inside him. Not so much true irritation, he found it difficult to stay mad at Sakura for long (even though he really ought to,) as it was simply a desire to have his food back. He truly was hungry, and the one time he decides to treat himself, someone steals from him!

And her no less!

“Aa, so rude! Tsunade taught you well.” He chides, as he takes a step forward to try and take it back. He knew he hadn’t grown, he knew damn well he’d never hear the end of it from Gai if he had. Though he stops himself a moment, and then leans back on his heels... before flickering out of existence without a sound and appearing in front of the girl, to try and swipe the container back from her.

Going for walks was one of the things that Kiba enjoyed about early mornings with akamaru. The dog himself loved bounding after anything that moved-and most things that didn’t-and Kiba took the time to not only properly wake up, but do a bit of stretching and investigating of his own.

Suddenly Akamaru paused, one paw in the air as he glanced up towards the bushes near them just in time for a small ball of fur to hurtle out of the leaves and smack Akamaru in the leg.

The dog whined, tipping his massive head to the side as the dog opened her mouth and spoke, causing Kiba to chuckle. 

Eyes flicked up when Kakashi appeared, and Kiba nodded in greeting. “Akamaru won’t hurt her,” he promised as the ninken in question knelt down to sniff at the pup. Hearing his name, Akamaru’s tail wagged as he dropped to his belly and woofed playfully at the smaller dog, causing Kiba to laugh. 

“Is she a new one of yours?” he asked, vaguely familiar with the fact Kakashi himself had a pack of ninken. 

Nasu is an awfully tiny thing. Granted, she was a puppy, and puppies were small-- but she was small. A runt if there ever was one, and one who’d lost her leg. Not that it stops her. It was part of why Kakashi liked her so much, and was thankful to have her.

She’s all manners of excited, despite the absolute difference in size between her and the bigger dog she’d found, all too willing to drop low herself and wag her tail left and right like the whip it was. “Play? Play, c’mon!”

Looking at her, he thinks she’s pretty silly looking. A bit like Uhei, maybe.

“Hm, yeah. Naruto gave her to me.”

       “mou—– why do you want me to do this?” arms folded over her chest & a pout found its way to her lips. where was she supposed to find so much ice, anyway? & how the hell was she supposed to encase him with it? drenching him in water still sounded like a better idea… “why not ask someone like naruto? i’m sure he he would love to help his poor sensei.” actually—– maybe she should just go find naruto & make him do it, he probably had nothing better to do.

       “& i always thought your trademark was messy white hair, tardiness & icha icha. i’ve seen plenty other ninjas wearing a mask, so maybe it’s time to consider something cooler. pun intended.” the pinkette smirked.

There’s a wrinkle to his nose and he shakes his head, leaning back against the wall he’d been using as support for a while a little further. The fanning slows, a slow sigh follows. He does not press the subject any further, because a joke can only be taken so far before it loses traction.

“Maa-- Sakura, you’re no fun.”

A flea bath? Sakura can’t believe her own ears, much less Kakashi-sensei’s obvious lie. As far as she knows of and remembers, despite having that typical smell all dogs seem to have, Pakkun is very, very clean. She remembers giving him her last shampoo bottle, out of mortification for using the same shampoo scent as him.

And thus what comes out of her mouth is a mutter of, “liar,” though her attention quickly drifts back as her teacher continues talking.

She registers the teasing tone that her teacher uses, and she knows, in the back of her mind, that it’s just that, harmless teasing. But that still doesn’t stop the flush that creeps up her cheeks, the pink haired girl realizing that she’s being teased for not being able to sense Kakashi’s arrival.

“Ugh, s-shut up, Kakashi-sensei!” She lets out, slightly peeved. “I was just distracted, is all!!”

At his poking fun at her, Sakura reacts as she tends to; she flusters, and reprimands him, and excuses herself. It was almost laughable how down to a T he had his students figured out, and as such he can barely keep the chuckle that rises from the depths at bay.

“Hmm, distracted? With what?” He asks, taking a few steps closer to her to examine the area, as if there was something of intrigue, wondering what exactly had his student so preoccupied, she could not tell he was coming. “I don’t see anything.”