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Happy Birthday to Konoha's Godaime Hokage.
(Here's a copy of the official databook details of her two favourite people to celebrate.) @senjutsunade

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|| Was it hard to look at Naruto and be reminded of the last of your family you had lost the night the brat became a jinjuriki?
Urgh WHY.
Kakashi never needed a visual representation in order to appreciate and mourn those that he lost. He saw them every night when he dared to close his lids and every morning when he traced solemn digits along the grooves and indents of their inscribed names. During particularly bad stints the imageries of his loved ones would become more bloody, more bruised and infinitely more accusing than he ever remembered them being, wanting to know, (demanding really) why he didnāt do more.
He was aware that none of his precious people would ever voice such awful things were they still alive, that he shouldnāt take away from their noble sacrifices by impugning himself for actions they themselves chose for the betterment of the village, yet loneliness made one bitter and with bitterness came reproach.
It was /much/ easier to stay away from Naruto with thoughts along the lines of: 'Youāll only get him hurt', 'Youāll be bad for him...you' re a killer not a nuturer' and 'If the Sandaime wanted your help with taking care of a kid (senseiās kid) ..he would have asked for it... would've been within his rights to do so. It just wasnāt his placeānot when he was out of the village more often than not and not when he couldnāt even take care of himself.'
The half-hearted excuses didnāt mean that he was free of dreams pertaining the Uzumaki however. His 'dream-version' of Naruto much like that of his dream parents, were always frowning, always seeped wholly in disappointment. Kakashi could relateāhe was pretty disappointed in himself too.
Disappointment with lack of deed waited for no one. Naruto grew as fast as the Hakonechloa Macra of Grass Country and soon Kakashi with his vast skillset could no longer hope to avoid him. Naruto was present in the crude artwork caked along the Hokage Monument, the blotches of orange weeding through the dusty pathways of the market district (a distraught ChÅ«nin always hot on his heels) and the towering heap of complaints balancing on the edge of Lord Thirdās desk.
He always knew (call it a nagging feeling within the very depths of his subconscious) that Naruto would resemble them in some way or another--But the truth was that the Copy-nin was grossly unprepared for just how much.
Appearance-wise Naruto was a carbon copy of Minato-sensei with his sun-kissed spikes and cerulean hues, while every pore of his personality oozed Kushina-san. The kid was loud (much too loud for a Ninja) brash (considering his pastimes) and quite literally knocked the air from Kakashiās lungs when the boy came barrelling out of the Hokageās window one morning, all the while blowing raspberries. He was so much like them, yet at the exact same time completely different.
For a while after the incident, Kakashi caught himself actively seeking out the small discrepancies between the young JinchÅ«riki and his parents, almost as if to ground himself in the present. He'd deny it when asked, maybe flounder for a beat or two before changing the subject altogether, but it wasnāt until Naruto was placed under his care did he start to think of him as āKnuckle-head Narutoā, instead of āhis sonā.
Visual representations were the worst, but then again, maybe not so much.
Rinne-whoops: Who Died and Brought you Back Out?
Continued from here (As the 'Read More' option died)
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Kakashi honestly hoped that his touch and words would put the man, Iie, Minato at ease; that it would root him back into the present and return the even intakes of air to his lungs. However, being an 'emotionally-numb' cactus meant that Kakashi couldnāt hope to find the right ways in which to provide comfort whenever it was most needed, no matter that he always had the best of intentions at heart.
He had seen it when he endeavoured to console Rin by telling her Obitoās secret: That he truly loved and cared for her and would be glad that she was the one that was safe; even though those words werenāt what the KunÅichi needed or wanted to hear, as they just made her tears swell and surge faster; her shoulders quaking with the weight of an added burden. He noted it when he attempted to console Itachi, by providing half-hearted advice and a semblance of support without really /knowing/ the gravity of the Uchihaās situation. It was evident in the way that he so carelessly told Sakura that everything would return to the way that it was, if she would just hold out hope for long enough, sparing her immediate hurt, sure; but sowing the seeds for a deeper, more insalubrious resentment.
It didnāt matter that he wanted to believe all those words spoken just as much as the people he said them to. What mattered was that they were more damaging than the actions he wanted to protect the people, his people, from. In fact the words should never have been uttered at allāSo, when those cerulean hues flickered back to his own, dilated with the vast amounts of confusion, dread and anxiety they needed to containāKakashi felt the spittle dry on his tongue and turn it to cotton. Because shit, he ended up being careless once again.
The echo of his words were met with the uncertain whisper of his name, like it was a cork tugged off a carafe cradling raw madness; for as soon as the murmur died on the blondeās lips, his breath hitched before turning into new, uneven gasps. Kakashi paused, his hold on the Kageās shoulders loosening while he turned to glance back at the hovering ChÅ«nin. Kakashi wasnāt sure what his expression looked like, what it conveyed, but one blink had the IryÅ-nin steeling her features afore she pranced forward with professional intent, hands already alight in the mint glow of the Mystical Palm Technique.
A stunted nod met her actions, before Kakashiās duel-coloured hues flickered back to the juddering form of his mentor, wanting so badly to apologise. He wasnāt exactly sure what he would apologise for. For not being there on the night that the KyÅ«bi attacked and doing his part as Minatoās supposed āRight-hand Manā? For not playing a bigger part in Narutoās upbringing or development as a Shinobi? For allowing a sordid terrorist group to turn the Hidden Leaf that the man literally /died/ to protect into a crater of dust and debris? Or was it for having such horrendous bedside manner?
Kakashi knew the Namikaze, knew that he was a man that strived toward fact and the logical. If the Kageās prior answers were an indication, it would be that he remembered dying, remembered the murky depths of the Shinigamiās stomach that his last Jutsu condemned him to...so /bluntly/ stating the opposite would put the man ill at ease. If what Kakashi assumed happened, happened (because he would not be Kakashi , did he not at least have some sort of working theory) the manās mindscape had to be a tangled, knotted web. Kami knew Kakashi was very confused when he woke up after his demise and he had only been gone for a few minutes, nothing compared to years, a bloody /decade/. Kakashi shifted, his lips parting to offer an explanation, before the tomoe in his left socket twirled, taking note of the urgent moulding of bright green chakra within the manās coils, the green faintly tinged with perplexing red.
In an instant the JÅnin pushed away from the lip of the sarcophagi, his fingers curling about the elbow of the IryÅ-nin who had her hands resting against the Kageās ankles with the mind to start on her assessment of his condition. āEverybody down!ā
His voice echoed within the ante-chamber, followed by the alarmed shriek of Hakui as Kakashi all but dragged her down to the dusty floor with him. A turn of his head revealed that both Kotetsu and Izumo (true to their shinobi nature and training) had dropped to the ground without further question, just as a sharp gust of wind pulsed from the Kage and through the cavern. A shower of musky, paper bits and linen revealed that the Elemental Chakra didnāt just slice through what remained of Minatoās binding, but managed to splice the top-most shelves of the archives, along with the files and scrolls that they contained. Izumo, realizing this couldnāt help but moan, forehead still pressed firmly against the cool Earth. āOh man, Shizune-san is going to kill us, kill us!ā
Kakashi didnāt pay his distress, or the downpour of shredded history any mind, sitting up to focus on the Kage who was now seated upright within his rock coffin, fingers folded tightly about the edge, whilst he attempted to reign in his chakra. āIāāā Kakashi faltered as he inched forward, but didnāt rise, didnāt attempt to find the right words as the Kageās arms rose to tug roughly at his own tuffs and scrape nails against his scalp. It looked painful and the Hatake hated how grossly ad-lib he was for the raw emotion emitting from the blonde in waves. What could he possibly say? What could he do? He didnāt want to risk making matters worse for the Kage...But then there was movement on his left as Hakui rose back to her feet, her young features soft and placating as if approaching a difficult patient.
āEtto...Yondaime-samaā¦?ā The girl inched closer, but when it was clear that Minato wasnāt intent on stopping his self-damaging movements, the KunÅichiās glowing fingers settled on the insides of his wrists, minty chakra seeping out in a well-controlled burst. The effects seemed to mirror that of the Kanashibari no Jutsu, as the Kageās arms fell limply to his sides. "... Yondaime-sama... I'll start with your assessment now..." Hakui didnāt waste any more time as she started on the Eisei Shindan or Diagnosis Jutsu; though Kakashi thinks that he did catch her explaining her movements in a low whisper, while her hands hovered down the Kageās seated form (he couldnāt be sure if it was for the blondeās benefit or her own).
Kotetsu and Izumo watched the interaction with apprehensive eyes, coming to stand at Kakashiās side once he settled back onto his feet. āSenpaiā¦How can this be possible?ā Kakashi, sighed, calloused digits rubbing at his lids. āNaruto mentioned that he spoke to the Fourth during his battle with Pain; I donāt know the specifics, but I reckon it had something to do with the eight-trigram seal. The fact that heās here nowā¦in the flesh instead of Narutoās mindscapeā¦can only mean that Painās last Jutsu probably responded to the Yondaimeās chakra imprint, or what was left of it after fixing Narutoās seal. I canāt be sureā¦honestlyā¦. Iām not as versed in FÅ«injutsu as the Sealing Corps.ā
Though Kakashi utterance of his thoughts rang clear the JÅnin had no idea if the former Kage could even hear/comprehend him due to his state. Hakui whom finally finished with her initial examination turned around with a furrowed brow. āI donāt note any depressed brainstem reflexes, deterioration or damage to any of Yondaime-samaās internal tissue. Yes, his breathing is irregular, he shows no response to pain stimuliābut other than his enflamed chakra pathways, thereās no physical tells that heā¦that sixteen years have passed since his deat--uhm...the Demon-Fox Attackā¦.his symptoms seem to be due to psychological stress.ā
Kakashi's teeth worked on the flesh of his cheek, gaze cutting back in the direction of the slumped shinobi. āSo, I can move him, Hakui-san?ā With a curt nod as his answer, Kakashi then shifted, gloved palm rubbing at the nape of his neck. āIn that case, I think itās time we go see an old friend, Sensei.ā
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āOr just knock him out of that doesnāt shut him upā¦ā she grumbled, eye twitching. How the hell could her shinobi face death every day out in the field and be such babies when in the hospital?
That was one mystery she was beginning to think might never be solved.
And right that moment, she spotted the injured bratās panicked sensei heading her wayā¦.
āAll yours Shizune. I have paperwork calling me. Hokage and all, you know?ā
A bottle of sake sure as hell was calling her. The thought of that ensured she felt NO guilt at the idea of ditching her student. Shizune had willingly signed up for this, after all.
She pinched the bridge of her nose, at this point, Shizune wasnāt surprised anymore. She knew exactly what kind ofĀ āpaperworkā Tsunade had in mind, and it was at the bottom of a bottle.
While the chunin on the bed continued to moan and bleat about howĀ āitā hurt so much, Shizune sighed and simply administered the medication and IV, gave aĀ āYouāll be fine after a little restā pep-talk that sheād rehearsed who knows how many times, then moved onto the next patient.
Sheād do this for the next patient, and the next, and the next, occasionally helping one of the other medical-nin. Despite her sensei essentially ditching her for a drink, Shizune would still apply herself to her duties, having Tonton follow her around did provide some moral support...
Eventually, she did find her mentor, in the office of all places, nursing that sake bottle.Ā āAll shinobi are accounted for, no fatalities, just a lot of injuries, and complaints.ā The raven haired woman looked at her mentor for a moment before tucking the clipboard under her arm.Ā āYou know, I could make some tea instead.ā

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ā Well, he keeps yelling, āDisability for life!ā so I think heās fine. ā
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āIāll just give him some painkillers then...ā