#swirleysarefun

Closed Starter for @minaa-munch, @swirleysarefun, @strawberry-medic

Brows pinched together as fingers raised to feebly tug and twiddle with sleek, brown strands, grey hues (a shade lighter than his own) narrowing at the itch at his neck and shoulders, whilst his mouth (free from the familiar cloth of his mask) parted to sneer at his reflection. He looked ridiculous. Like a child in fact (a bright-eyed civilian that would not know how to hold a kunai or fashion a Rāiton clone) and Kakashi hated it, despised it. Calloused digits lowered from the wig strands to prod and poke at his cheeks, a wounded grunt seeping from his throat at the stubborn baby-fat endless hours of training had yet to burn and firm out, afore he turned around, back to the mirror to glower at the door instead.

On the other side he could hear the tell-tale shuffling of the Uchiha, followed by the lighter, surer steps of their Sensei, the two of them locked in a conversation regarding their mission specifics. Kakashi would have perked his ears for any additional information under normal circumstances, but as it stands, Kakashi merrily took a few steps forward to make sure for the utmost time that the bathroom lock was still in place, before he started to sift through the garments his sensei and the Okiya Mother picked out for him. The garments were just as horrible (if not more so) the Hatake having to steel himself against further whimpers at the soft, silky feel of the Kimono against his palms.

The Furisode was lilac in colour, with pink and silver lotus flowers embroiled along the sleeves and Kakashi was sure that if the garment was to be worn by someone like Rin or Kurenai, it would have been pretty to look at. Now however, it took everything in the Shinobi not to stomp on the silk brocade and push it out of the window. ‘How do you even tie the Obi? Into a knot, a bow? Did you tie it at the back or at the front? Kami this wig tickled his ears’ Another frustrated grunt flittered from the boy’s slumped form as he picked out the warm timbre of the team Iryō-nin as she joined the other two in their borrowed living quarters, the rich, toasty scent of Hōjicha denoting that she brought a brew of tea with her. Kakashi loved Rin’s tea, she never made it too sweet or over boiled the leaves, but at that moment it only served to remind him of the missing Ochaya girls and the nature of their mission. In the end Kakashi merely flung the broad, silver obi around his neck, before he barked at the door, nails digging welts into his palms. 

Character Name: Hatake Kakashi

Age: He cannot be sure how much time has passed since he came into existence. He can only confirm that it has been 21 Lunar Cycles since he first woke up from stasis to Tsunade-sama cursing and swatting at the buttons and levers making out the control console of the Katsuyu.

Species: Android (Model: Synth; Serial Number: #1509001)

Planet of Origin: Origins Unknown.

(Though it’s likely he was manufactured on the Desert Planet of Sunagakure, as they were the Galactic Leaders in Robotics and Artificial Intelligence. Sunagakure was also rumoured to test a new, state of the art Synth Model to assist with the inter-species War on Hoshigakure; but evidence for said rumour has yet to be produced.)

With no actual evidence, it is safe to say that he awoke within the third Atmospheric Ring of the Gambling Planet of Tanzaku-Gai and that same was now destroyed.

Characteristics/Description: Kakashi is a synthetic human made from a costly, rare and organic material to look and mimic the function of any normal human; but with complicated, internal mechanics and biocomponents to improve on the shortcomings a naturally-born being might possess. He was crafted with enough skill that the thermal scanners outside of most establishments made specifically to pick out droids, gynoids and cybernetically enhanced individuals from the ‘breathing’ sort (because some species don’t want to share a drink with an enhanced toaster)—never flares up at his presence, as Kakashi is able to emulate body temperatures.

His cold countenance; failure to pick up on simple social cues; his habit of sending an electrical current through the resident, idiot Mechanic; coupled with the fact that he has a Serial Number and Thirium running through his veins (a dark, blue fluid that circulates energy and electrical information throughout the android body) are the only tell-tales of his artificial actuality.

Occupation/Posting/Abilities: Kakashi is the PES-172 Katsuyu’s Artificial Intelligence. Programmed with all known Proxima Elemental Languages/Weapon uses and strategies. He occasionally hacks into the Galaxy Police Force’s data base for information on new bounties and often overrides information on the Katsuyu’s crew and captain from competitors and casino IOU's and black lists.

Likes: People watching, Reading, Going on Hunts/Jobs, Surveying Tsunade-sama as she spent most (if not all) of their income (it was as interesting as it was terrifying), Corellian Hounds (space puppies), Thirium packets, Star formations, hacking and collecting unusual plant samples throughout their travels.

Dislikes: Obito’s loud mouth; The Captain of the PES214 Manda (The man if he could be called that, made him uneasy); The Proxima Elemental Android Act; being compared to general, household appliances.

Affiliation: PES-172 Katsuyu (Star Ship)

Known acquaintances: Kakashi can’t recall having known anyone prior to the crew of the Katsuyu. Thus they are his only acquaintances apart from the Captain's informant, the Space Hermit Jiraiya-sama and the owner of the ramen bar, ‘The Jinchūriki’, located within Whirlpool, where they go to collect their reward monies and to restock and refuel.

It was beautiful; a product of strife and sacrifice and sheer, unadulterated loyalty: a jewel nestled between a thicket of Hashirama forests. 

And the Yondaime Hokage sincerely hoped it remained that way by the time he returned.

“Where is he?”

“I think he got caught up in something” Cue a dismissive wave of gloved fingers, “Trust Bakashi to be late today of all things.”

“Ano..but Rin too?” Something didn’t add up, and the Yondaime’s fingers tightened around the records in his hands. 

Maybe he hadn’t told them the proper time? Kami knew he had taken care of things for the most part; rescheduled most of his important meetings, informed his ANBU reserve commander, informed key Jōnin personnel...

Kami, he had even written out a guide (complete with footnotes, doodles, and annexes as to potential ‘what-ifs’) and had given it to Kakashi to safeguard the night before.

So why wasn’t he here? In fact, both Rin and Kakashi were absent. Brows furrowed lightly at the thought as blue hues flickered to the thick scroll in his hand; the last of the civilian farmer records he had intended to entrust to the three out of which, ironically, only Obito was present. 

And Naruto, for some reason. But then again, the boy did follow the Uchiha around like a henchman. 

“Don’t worry, sensei” Obito reassured him for the third time, “Naruto and I will tell Bakashi and Rin everything, ne?” Naruto nodded next to him, fists clenched under his face and practically hopping from one sandaled foot to the other. 

“Hai tebayo!” Sky blue hues, much like his own, practically sparkled and he couldn’t help but melt. That was apparently all the distraction they needed, for the next thing he knew, the scroll had been plucked from his grasp and two pairs of hands were already pushing him out the door.

“Have a safe trip!”

“Gambatte, tou chan!”  

And with that, the Yondaime was unceremoniously kicked out of his own office.

“I feel like you’re worrying too much.”

“Maybe you’re right.” He replied absently, brows still furrowed in thought before a tap to the shoulder prompted him to turn to the bemused Nara. Shikaku, for his part, had a traditional shit-eating grin on his face, one which he found particularly annoying at the moment since it was clearly at his expense. Somewhat miffed, blue hues flickered to the rest of his four man entourage; Genma, Raido and Iwashi seemed well prepared, backpacks slung comfortably over their uniformed shoulders for a trip that could be considered practically routine. 

Except it had been a while since they (the Hokage, along with his Guard Platoon) had last been summoned to the Daimyo’s Residence. Usually, Shikaku would serve as an apt representative but this time it concerned something about additional lands and shinobi clans who wanted to align themselves with the Fire Nation. 

It was cumbersome work, really. “Can we travel normally?” Genma groaned from his sot next to Raido, “No offense Hokage sama, but I just had lunch.”

Oh? “You know, that’s not a bad idea.” The Namikaze mused, fingers curled under his chin as if in thought. Genma and Raido barely had time to exchange a look before the same hand met his open palm, “I know. We’ll use this opportunity to test how well the three of you can identify my markers.”

Cue a collective groan, but he would hear nothing of it. “Its good practice, ne” the Yondaime smiled, tan digits pulling a marked kunai from the weapons pouch strapped to his waist. A beat later, he had disappeared with barely a flicker of blond hair and white haori. All was silent before--

“I hate it when he does that.” - Shiranui Genma, circa every time the Yondaime did that.

“Seconded” - Everyone else, circa whenever Genma said it. 

Normally, the Yondaime would spare his platoon the extra trouble, but he couldn’t help it. This would, at the very least, help him expend some of the trepidation he felt; despite the fact that Konoha was probably as stable as it would ever be, and that the team he had entrusted his office to knew the day-to-day village affairs almost as well as he did. 

It was just a week. Between a genius, a talented medic turned jinchuriki, and an Uchiha, what could possibly go wrong?

Character Name: Namikaze Minato

Age: 22 solar cycles

Species: Human [with a few tricks up his sleeve]

Planet of Origin: Konohagakure - although some reports mention him as a distant member of the Yamanaka tribe that resides on one of Konohagakure’s many moons. They share certain physical characteristics. He has not exhibited any of their psychic prowess though. 

Characteristics/Description: Blue eyes, blond hair and an average build [H: 179 cm], has no distinctive markings apart from a sliver of black ink visible from above his collar. Minato’s attire mostly consists of an everyday intergalactic traveler’s, along with titanium tipped boots, hard carbon coated gloves and a bare, tawny cloak he refuses to part with.

Occupation/Posting/Abilities: Archive/Rune Raider. He likes collecting information and runes, as well as the occasional shiny knickknack [because ooh, shiny] to make a quick ryō or two. He also occasionally likes to bother the crew on board the PES-172 Katsuyu. 

A lowly human through and through, he doesn’t have any of the skills possessed by the ancient blood cultivating clans that comprise of the Proxima Elemental System. The only thing he has in his arsenal is nimble fingers and perhaps sheer speed [which may or may not be as a result of a few sigils he may have used on himself at some point in time -cough-].

Minato is however, rather adept at dodging the Galaxy Police Force [considering how annoying they are, it should count as a skill]. They have yet to catch him, or any of the people he associates with [thanks to the nifty tricks of one retired Space Hermit]

The Triskelion - ancient Celtic sigil. 

Likes: Planet-hopping, burying himself in any and all sources of knowledge and alien languages, reading, logic puzzles, sweets and sigil carving/deconstruction. 

Dislikes: Senju tempers [Tsunade’s is bad enough, but it pales in comparison to the captain of the Galaxy Police Force - Senju Tobirama], the Galaxy Police Force, Uchiha glowers, loud noise, and blond jokes

Affiliation: None. [Although if he has to pick a side, he prefers bothering the Katsuyu folk more than he would ever like to admit]

Known acquaintances: The motley Katsuyu Crew [he enjoys bothering the droid that zapped him in the first place -cue side eye- who will henceforth be known as sparky], the Space Hermit Jiraiya and the owner of the ramen bar ‘The Jinchuriki’ on Whirlpool [they’re very good friends]

Ahaha..who are you? >>”

On a serious note -- I used to be an avid forum roleplayer around ten years ago. I wrote Itachi; specifically, genjutsu and the psyche thing. That was ages ago though...more like a fond memory of a time when I was a better writer. 

At the moment though? No. I have a critique blog on wordpress [tied to my profession - academia is sad]. On tumblr though, I have three active blogs. This one, an Obito [swirleysarefun -- its a private blog for Team Minato shinanigans] and an Orochimaru [better-than-the-basilisk - also private]. To describe them as active would be...ahem. Primarily because this website still befuddles me, and because...well, the people I initially made them for are sloths. [A certain Typo Queen and Finger Seizure]. Doesn’t mean I don’t get drabbly ideas regarding them from time to time, as you may have noticed.