Kakasaku fics I re-discovered in my WIPs folder after having forgotten about them. Who knows if Iâll ever get to them, so Iâm posting them here.
âThe Daimyoâs Heirâ
After the fourth war takes many lives the Daimyo loses his heir and has to search through his lineage to find a living descendentâwho just so happens to be Sakura. To secure political stability she agrees to be named his heir and move onto his estate, thinking someone else will surely be found. But no one is. She finds herself trapped in a world of politics and misogyny, where her power is minimized and her Shinobi background erasedâand she hates it. Tsunade promises to keep looking, but until someone else is found, her only connection to herself is her assigned ANBU body guard, Hatake Kakashi.
Intended to be a short multichap that moves quickly through months and years, with Sakura eventually falling into an affair with Kakashi as they both become bent out of shape by the pressures of the daimyoâs court and seek comfort in each otherâultimately creating a scandal.
Romance, Drama, Light Angst, Politics. 1200 words written, 1000 words of outline
Sheâs done a good job of suppressing her anger the past four weeks, even if she hasnât kept her disdain for the whole situation entirely hidden; but on the eve of being presented to the Lords and Ladies of the land of fire as the Daimyoâs official heiress, it bubbles up with a particular ferocity she finds hard to stomp down.
After all, she is to be trotted out like a pretty little doll for the viewing pleasure of all the old rich bastards who do little more for the wellbeing of their beloved Land of Fire aside from sit upon obscene piles of money they occasionally deign to dole out for the nationâs benefit. Meanwhile she, who has fought and bled for the lives and freedom of its inhabitants, is to be treated as little more than eye candy fit to do little more than squeeze out babies and hope one of them is male.
Tonight, Tsunadeâs reassurances that her role here will be temporary rings particularly hollow.
She turns from the mirror and reaches for the nearest heavy objectâa small carved bust of the previous Daimyoâand hurls it with all her natural strength at the nearest window. The glass shatters with a satisfying crack, fragments sprinkling out onto the balcony beyond with a delicate tinkle as the bust itself flies far beyond, splashing into the adjacent pond.
Kakashi, to her eternal frustration, remains utterly unfazed, still and silent in his corner.
âWill you say something already?!â
In order to escape the pressures of being Hokage, Kakashi returns to his Sukea disguise to engage in an old hobby: photography. Over a few years of sneaking away as the curly haired photog he becomes somewhat well known and critically acclaimed. When the hospital had a budget shortfall, Ino has the brilliant idea of doing a sexy calendar fundraiser to help makeup the funds. She she approaches Sukea to do the photo shoot, he eagerly agreesâbut it isnât until the day of he learns Miss February flaked last minute, and the hospital director Haruno Sakura is strong-armed into stepping in to fill the role. Kakashi is ill-prepared to see Sakura in such a light, and things soon spiral wildly out of control.
Humor, romance, fluff. 3200 words written.
âHow fortunate you were able to find a last-minute replacement,â he offered pleasantly, camera bag slung over his shoulder.
âYouâre telling me,â Ino offered with a sigh, âI was worried Iâd have to fill in⌠Iâm sure the clan elders would love that. But thankfully I got a friend of mine to agree. Sakuraâs perfect for February, what with herââ
Kakashi choked on his own spit, stumbling in his stride.
ââŚAlright there?â Ino inquired with a quirked brow, her quick pace not slowing in the least. Kakashi jogged to catch up, head light and spinning.
âS-Sakura, as in⌠Haruno Sakura, the hospital director?â He inquired weakly.
âThe very same!â Ino said cheerfully, turning left down a corridor, heels clicking on the tile. âSheâs way more attractive than she gives herself credit forâplus Iâm betting sales will double if people know the second sannin and ex-girlfriend of the last Uchiha is Miss February. And believe meâthe hospital needs the money.â
Kakashi could see the glee plain on her face, and the ryo signs in her eyes; but his brain had slowed to a crawl, making a strange clicking noise between his ears as it struggled to process that Sakura, his old student and once-teammate, was Miss February.
A series of vignettes of Kakashiâs interactions with Sakura while disguised as the ANBU agent Hound. Over the course of months and years they become friends, then they fall in loveâall without Sakura ever truly knowing who he is.
Same age AU. Kakashi POV. Friendship, romance, yearning. 8000 words written.
Kakashi was a loner by nature, made moreso by many painful early losses and a lifetime in ANBU. He generally took little interest in peopleâsave for a special few like Tenzou; but something about her intrigued him. Despite his dark and grisly reputation, she wasnât scared of himânot in the least. She was sharp and snarky and far more talented than heâd realized: the second person ever to his knowledge able to manifest the hundred healings mark.
âWhatâs your name?â He asked.
She smiled, and he realized in addition to her other qualities, pretty was one he should add to the list.
âSakura. Haruno Sakura.â
Ah. Thatâs right. Sheâd been the girl perpetually trailing behind his perfect grades at the academy. No wonder all he could remember about her was her pout. Sheâd been sour as hell about always coming in second.
âIâd ask your name, but, wellâŚâ she gave him a wry look, gesturing to his mask, and shrugged before rising to stand.
Kakashi, Sakura, and several other high level Jonin in the village begin experiencing strange dreams at night. Sakura dreams of wildly passionate nights with Kakashiâand he dreams of the same with Sakura; despite the fact she is married to Sasuke. When it is discovered the problem is widespreadâand that some of the details in peopleâs dreams are true, Kakashi realizes they arenât, perhaps, just dreams, and under Tsunadeâs supervision they begin to investigateâonly to find the dreams are brief windows into alternate realities, and those affected all have high level clearance to Konohaâs top secret research project.
Sort of a cheating fic? Romance, smut, drama, light angst, intrigue. 5500 words written.
A body beside her own stirs in bed, and she creaks open drowsy eyes to observe the hand draped over her waist. She squints and frowns, noting that sheâs nude. Her breasts are bare, the sheets tucked beneath her bust, morning light spilling over her skin. One part of her brain is confusedâby the nudity, and the arm. Another part knows this is right. Why wouldnât her husband be cuddling her after a night of passionate lovemaking?
She turns her head and finds him pressed against her back, face buried against her shoulder, silver hair catching the light. He inhales deeply when he feels her stir, sighing contentedly as his arm around her waist tightens.
âAwake already?â He murmurs.
She blinks in an attempt to clear the haze of sleep, trying fruitlessly to order her jumbled thoughts.
âKakashi?â She rasps, unable to shake the confusionâthe warring senses of rightness and wrongness. Before she can formulate any other words though, she feels his hand shift, sliding slowly up her waist until his fingertips brush the underside of her breast. She gasps, back arching instinctively. His nose shifts from her shoulder to her neck, warm breath fanning against her skin and eliciting goosebumps.
âIf youâre still capable of speech this morning, then I didnât do my job last night,â he murmurs.
After dying briefly during an assassination attempt and being brought back by Sakura, Kakashiâs body develops a strange dependence on sakuras chakra. Heâs a medical novelty, and Sakura is forced to move in with him to keep his levels stable as Tsunade and Sakura work out a cure. During her time as his new med-nin shadow, their relationship changes.
Friendship, romance. 2200 words written.
âDonât you dare,â she whispered, voice chokedâlaced with panic. It was how he knew she wouldnât be able to save him. Sakura didnât panic. Sheâd faced the fourth warâs ultimate antagonist with stoic determination and unflinching resolve. If her voice was wavering now⌠he knew what it meant.
With the last of his strength he lifted a hand to her face and weakly wiped away her tearsâhe promised himself, after the fourth war, she would never again cry over a member of Team 7âand offered a breathy chuckle.
âMaaa. Assasinated two years into my tenure. I told you Iâd be the worst Hokage ever.â
âDonât you dare,â she snarled, tears falling harder.
But his eyes were already slipping shut, hand falling. He didnât even feel his knuckles hit the ground.
He found himself in a familiar placeâhis father sitting beside that old campfire, hunched and staring thoughtfully at the flames. Kakashi walked toward him with a sigh.
âBet you didnât think youâd be seeing me again so soon,â Kakashi tried to joke as he neared. His father looked up, considering him thoughtfully.
âIâm not so sure youâll be staying,â he offered with a soft smile, gesturing with a hand.
Kakashiâs brow furrowed and he glanced down at himself. Unlike before, this time he was transparent, his form flickering and shimmering like a mirage. When he looked back up, his father merely smiled wider, as though sharing some pointed secret.
âYou didnât honestly think sheâd give up on youâdid you?â
âSweet Doctor Uchihaâ
Over the course of her marriage to Sasuke, without ever meaning to, Sakura shrinks into his shadowâinto her role as his wife, making herself small to fit the expectations of those around her; and then one day, it all becomes too much. In a fit of misery she goes to a quiet, seedy, out of the way bar to drink herself into oblivionâwhere she stumbles upon Kakashi, henged, having a bathroom quickie. It seems he hasnât been dealing with his own stresses well either. When she decides to take a leaf out of his book and don her own henge to enjoy the nightlife and get out of her own skin for a while, their lies collideâand things spiral wildly out of her control.
Drama, cheating, angst with a happy ending, romance, character development. 4400 words written.
She trudged to the seediest civilian bar in town and drank herself into a stupor. This had all been her own doing, in the end. Sheâd let others define her, let others set the standard for how she behaved, who she was. Let herself be made small, simple. Digestible.
After her third bottle she dragged herself to the bathroom, pressing on the handle impatiently only to find it occupied. With a sigh she leaned against the wall opposite, staring unseeing at the door. Her world felt a little unsteady, but that was fine. Good, even. Sheâ
Sakura stared at the door, blinking. Noises were starting to come from within the bathroom, and now that she paid attention, she began to realize they werenât the sounds of someone struggling with a shit or losing the alcohol-seeped contents of their stomach.
Noâthe sounds were very, very different.
A moan echoed off the bathroom walls, muted through the door, followed by a rhythmic banging sound. Someone was having sex insideârather passionate sex, by the sounds of it.
Her face flushed, and she glanced around uncertainly. Nobody else seemed to have noticed.
