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kakashi after having his genin team for a year:

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sakura kneels down so that she's closer in height, and though he continues to peek from the corner of the wall, sakura's smile is genuine and soft, "there's no reason to be shy. we'll be seeing a lot of each other now, won't we? will you tell me your name?"
the gasp escapes the child as a squeak, which is just one more reason for shizuma to duck behind the corner and freeze and press flat against the wall, his tiny hearts fluttering in time with his gills.
heâs seen the woman a few times before in passing, one of his parentâs many friends or political affiliates, maybe. sheâs strange. scary. where are her gills, her scales, her claws, her tail? everything on her looks soft and easy. shizuma doesnât know whatâs scarier: that she looks so different from him, or that he kind of likes it.
talons clutching the fabric over his hearts, shizuma shyly pokes his head around the corner and glances at the woman once, twice, three times. he canât see her too well â his eyes are still adjusting to open air, after all â but he can feel the buzz of her body mingling with the electromagnetic fields lancing through everything, shifting his vision into a world of white ripples and waves. and he can smell her, too â earthy, warm, and thick, all underlaid by the subtle spicy warmth of their parentâs cologne. the smell of home.
the anxious flutters in his chest slow. she is an other, a stranger, a potential threat .... but how scary can she be if the strongest most bravest person in the entire world trusted her enough to let her inside?
it takes a moment for him to steel himself, but shizuma sidles around the wall and approaches cautiously, blinking rapidly as he struggles to shift between his three distinct eye lenses, one for each type of sight. by the time he reaches her heâs got himself stuck on drysight. he squints at her in an attempt to make her afterimages behave, then reaches out and lays a tiny clawed hand in her outstretched palm. her palms are rough and calloused; signs of a working woman. shizuma relaxes a bit more, gills stilling as he inhales that same spicy sweet scent through his nostrils.
â....Shizuma,â he says quietly, chewing on his bottom lip. her eyes are green like sea moss. âYouâre the Slug Sage. I saw a play about you for school. Do slugs taste good? Do your hands really glow? Are...â shizuma pauses, a dark blue seeping across his cheeks. âAre you going to be my mom?â
@formerfoolâ
âiruka-sensei doesnât have a favourite student! he likes everyone eq-â
âyes i do, and itâs sakura.âÂ
sakura flinches slightly before remembering that it is, in fact, an actual puppet that kankuro wields beside her, and she can't help the bark of laughter that spills from her lips. "sorry about that â every time i see him i forget he's not alive anymore. were you a fan of sasori's work before everything that happened?"
sasoriâs body is the finest work of puppetry kankuro has ever laid eyes on. itâs deeply unsettling, heâs sure, to watch him wield what looks like a corpse as a weapon ( but, hey, what about kankuro and his puppets isnât deeply unsettling?), and he gives sakura an apologetic smile for it. âmy bad. maybe i should repaint it, slap my name all over it? ah, but it would be such a shame to ruin a piece of art like this.â sakura had been the one to defeat sasori in battle - a feat that inspires awe in kankuro even to this day - so certainly she knows more than anyone how lethal the poison, how destructive the sting of such a work of art and the man who once puppeteered it. sheâs wise to be afraid. but theyâre allies now, friends even; kankuro will only ever use such a weapon to defend his konoha comrades.
âi learned how to build puppets from master sasoriâs own notes.â he canât help but give him the title and show him the respect a master of his craft deserves. kankuro was never sasoriâs student, had never even met the man before heâd left him for dead, but he undoubtably owes his proficiency in the art form and battle style to his writings. âhis work - these puppets - they revitalized the art of puppetry for all of sunagakure. without his designs, iâm not sure weâd still have a puppet core.â there is a definite fondness when he speaks.
âitâs complicated, you know? i hate the guy, but i owe him so much. the least i can do is take care of his work. make sure his art gets to see tomorrow.â
there aren't any seats left, so she casually drops onto sai's lap, drawing his arms around her waist and lacing their fingers together.
   Itâs almost automatic: when she bumps his shoulder with her hip he leans away from the table, enough that she can slip right into his lap, without even looking up or pulling his chopsticks from his sad-looking bowl of soupy rice. Sakura captures his free hand and squeezes his hand and thatâs fine, because heâs pretty sure the watery liquid theyâre trying to pass off as coffee is just chicory root and doesnât have caffeine anyway, so thereâs no point in clinging desperately to the mug like someone might get bold enough to steal it.Â
  Sai allows himself one jaw-cracking, cat-like yawn before he settles his chin against her shoulder and slumps bonelessly against her back. Too many hours scouting and running and not enough sleep, and he can feel the warm tickle of her chakra gathering in her hands while she instinctively checks him over without a word. He thinks about scolding her and telling her to save her strength, but he thinks better of it when she makes a frustrated noise and the lingering cramp that had been troubling his left arm from pinky to elbow dissipates.Â
   A long sigh rolls out of him, and he stirs his wet rice absently for a moment even as he squeezes her hands in silent thanks, and then he asks, âhow are you so awake right now--âÂ
     And then it hits him.
   He squeezes her with the arm around her waist a little and peers at the side of her face, watching for her many tells. âYou didnât sleep at all last night, did you?â he shifts tracks, voice still lacking the accusatory tone she might expect had the question come from anyone else. âI know you need to feel useful right now, Sakura, but youâre no use to anyone as a medic or a fighter if youâre delirious from a lack of sleep.âÂ
   Another squeeze when he feels her tense, and the look on her face grows thunderous that those around them start to lean away, but he lifts up a chunk of something that is hopefully tofu and holds it close to her mouth, hoping to cut off her anger in the bud. âHere, eat some of this... whatever it is. And then go back to sleep, okay? Iâll wake you when I get back from my scouting run. The medic tent can spare you for a few hours.âÂ
@formerfool  ///  and there's a strong wind blowing in from the south and there's a sweet metallic taste in my mouth. there's a dead feeling lingering over the wind.

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lee hasn't been traveling with her for long, but she'd had a feeling their little journey would pass over this day, and it isn't a complete coincidence that sakura has found a rather nice inn for them to spend the next few days. it's more expensive than she'd usually go for, but people insist on paying her for her services sometimes, and she's saved quite a bit of money as a result. it's worth it, to see her friend stretched out and relaxed after taking advantage of the onsen. "i made you something," sakura says with a smile, after lee has given a thoroughly positive review of the space, and she holds out the wooden carving of a tiger with a lotus at the end of its tail. "happy birthday, lee."
         most wouldnât consider rock lee the âtypeâ for things as sensitive as diplomatic endeavors, but heâs taken to liasion between villages like a fish to water. not only is he charasmatic and dedicated in his normal day-to-day, but he and sakura work well together. she travels to those who need assistance, while lee spreads the good reputation of the allied shinobi forces; a union that needs to last long after the ashes of war have settled.Â
         normally, settled under stars isnât the worst way to sleep, despite the terrible strain on ones back - he never complains, thought. but sakura seems to want to splurge that evening, and lee doesnât say no. the inn is lovely, the sheets smell like cherry blossoms and the fancy hand soaps in the bathroom look good enough to eat!Â
       (he doesnât ,of course, but the colorful shapes of roses and shells are tempting.)Â
        âhmm?â owlish eyes blink over to his companion as she speaks, âfor me?â he confirms even as she reaches out to him to hand him something. itâs a carving, wood smooth in the shape of a tiger and lotus. lee feels his throat begin to clench a little. his eyes begin to water. not only is it a gift which means she was thinking of him, but it is something she crafted for him. made for him with her own two hands. something special and meaningful. his clan is small, itâs himself and gai, but the lotus has always meant so much to it.Â
       when he glances up at her, itâs through glassy tears, but there is a smile plastered on his face, âthis is beautiful, sakura-san! thank you so much!â a hand raises to wipe the tears as they fall but more replace them before he can stop it, âi will cherish it, always!â // @formerfoolÂ
watch out! â
     Genma ducks-- he knows how this goes by now.Â
   Heâs pretty sure thatâs Uzumaki Naruto sailing over his head, squealing like a hog going to slaughter. Itâs certainly eye-searingly orange and blonde and loud enough, cursing up a storm all the way up until he crashes into the trees twenty yards behind Genma. A beat of silence, and then the cursing resumes, so he continues wandering closer to where the current spar between team seven has stalled, trying not to laugh at the varying expressions on each of their faces.Â
   Saiâs creepy little not-smile, Yamatoâs vague irritation. Hatake looks half-asleep, but heâs folding his stupid little book away now that Genmaâs approaching. Sakura is the only one that looks even a little bit regretful, but sometimes with her itâs hard to tell if thatâs genuine or not. At least, he thinks, sheâd called out to warn him. The rest of these bastards would have been content to see if he would dodge.Â
   âI see weâre having an exciting afternoon--â he starts, signing a quick hokage meet now at the silver haired jounin, tucked out of sight of the others. The other man groans and claps him on the shoulder.Â
   Claps him on the shoulder. Hatake Kakashi claps him on the shoulder. Alarm bells go off in his head but not in time for him to interrupt the man when he says, âMaa, not exciting enough for me. Why donât you four have some fun with Shiranui-san, I think Iâll go get some lunch.â Genma gives him the stink eye as the man smiles guilelessly back at him, and then disappears.Â
   He turns back to the others, feeling vaguely irritated. The irritation turns to dread when he sees the calculating look on Yamatoâs face, and the intrigued looks on the others. He really does not want to fight with team seven, you see, because he is relatively squishy and every single one of them plays harder than a rhinoceros. It is with that desperate thought in mind that he turns a smile onto Sakura, his cheek twitching a little, and asks, âSakura-san, I actually have some new poisons Iâve been developing?âÂ
@formerfool  ///  The world's overrun with new shades of green, And the dandelions come up like recurring dreams
patting his head, ' you'll give yourself wrinkles, pouting so much. ' ( uwu )
            a slump of his shoulders as her hand rests atop his head, a small hum of annoyance escaping him. it was almost as if they were genin again. as if the all the death and destruction had yet to be seen. and there was just â peace. he casually takes a step to the side, just out of her reach, giving her an almost tired look.Â
                                 â  â iâm not pouting, this is just my face. âÂ